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Naked Naivete (Candydemon21)

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Mr Incognito

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Jan 9, 2009
(Apologies if it's a lackluster start, been a long time.)

Richard Blackwood was a young man whose life should have been a fairly content one. He had a nice work from home job that payed well enough, a decent house, and wasn't behind on any kind of payments. Despite this comfortable life style and success, however, there was something that bothered him...namely, his sister. She had been living with him for a while now, not yet able to get any kind of job or contribute anything major to the household. This didn't bother him; he had enough to take care of her needs as well as his. No, the issue was that she was TOO comfortable in his living space...so much so that she was walking around in the nude all the time, and this put a great deal of stress on him.

It had started almost as soon as she had settled in. She had gotten so comfortable that whenever she was indoors, she almost immediately discarded her clothing as soon as she walked through the door, panties and all. In fact, the only time she was ever dressed was when she went out. She had told Richard that she felt "at home" and comfortable enough in the house, not caring that big brother could see her every nook and crannt of her naked body....she thought nothing of it. She didn't know what her body could do to a man. Poor Richard's sexual frustrations were catching up with him. He'd had day dreams, even vivid night dreams of him finally taking her....and these dreams were getting darker and darker. He felt like he'd be forced to act on the fantasies soon, even if it was his own sister.

Richard mulled this over in his head as he sat on the couch watching television (or at least, he was trying to, he couldn't get the image of his sister out of his mind.) His attire was at home casual, a pair of faded blue jeans with some wear and tear, the threading on his knees visible. His T-Shirt was a simple white T-Shirt that fit over his lean frame fairly loose. He was clean shaven with emerald green eyes and shoulder length blonde hair, and was rather tall at six foot one.
 
Moira Blackwood was the complete and polar opposite of her brother. Granted she was young, 2 or 3 years younger than her brother, but what he knew about the world, she could not even begin to grasp. The young woman, no longer a girl, often found that she was most comfortable at home, naked. She had no idea of what she did to men, especially her brother. Her body no longer resembled that of a young girl, but rather, a woman. She stood a modest five foot four, having gained no height advantage from either side of her family. But, regardless of the fact that she was so 'vertically challenged' as she liked to put it, her legs were long, smooth and toned. Her hair was much the same, it was long and sleek. It fell just above the two small dimples she had on her lower back, the dark raven tendrils layered and often curled. Her bangs were cut in such a fashion that they framed her pretty heart shaped face. She had a small button nose, a mostly full lips which always, seemed to shimmer with a thin layer of gloss. Above the corner of her mouth was a small beauty mark, one in which she believes made her look like Marylin Monroe .

Her body was what made her the issue at home. Normally, someone so naive would think 'Oh I must conceal my no no bits, I can't even imagine what it would do to a man, let alone my poor, sweet, innocent brother.' This again, was not the case. Moira felt her most comfortable and safe with her brother, even while in her birthday suit. Not once had she seen his eyes look her over, not once had she noticed the effects she had on him. Perhaps it was because he was her brother. Why should she, she would never think that her guardian would ever try and take advantage of her large DD36 breasts, or even perhaps her shapely behind, or not even her shaven virgin sex.

Today was no exception, walking into the living room, setting her purse down on the table, she smiled warmly, "Vegging again I see?" She teased, flicking a lock of her raven hair over her shoulder, her body currently clothes, but not for much longer. Sauntering over to where her brother sat, Moira reached down to the edge of Black Veil Brides T and pulled it up over her head. Discarding the fabric on at her feet, she reached back and gracefully unclasped her Victorica Secret white and black lace bra. The moment her breasts were free, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, "Have been looking forward to letting the girls out off their leash all day. Damn it feels good." Thoughts of pulling her pants off had vanished for the time being. Rather, Moira had busied herself with running her small, longer fingered hands over her soft flesh. Already her pink nipples were erect and excited. Gently the palms of her hands ran over the erect peeks, another moan escaping her lips.

And just as quickly as the girl had begun to feel herself up, she stopped, her fingers moving down to the silvery button that kept her pants locked around her wide hips. Working the button free and yanking the zipper down, in one fluid motion, the young woman pulled her pants and panties off. Turning away from her brother, she bent over, and pulled each foot free of the black skinny jeans. Her sex glistened with a light misting of arousal. One foot was free, slowly she yanked the other one free and piled the clothes on the floor next. Sinking down onto the couch next to Richard, she smiled, "So!" She began, bringing her knees to her chest, covering her breasts but leaving her aroused sex visible for the poor sex deprived man, "how has it been since I was out?" It had been several hours of peace for the poor man, probably more than welcomed at this point. Moira had been invited out for a 'day at the mall' with a few of her college friends, the fall term was ending and people were getting ready for the first break of the year.
 
Richard's eyes drifted away from the television set to the front door when he heard it open, knowing what would come soon. Moira was finally home from her little trip to the mall, and that meant she was winding down...which meant he'd have something to stare at again as she stripped down. In the past, he had often wondered why he never stopped her or reprimanded her from stripping in his own house. At first, he'd thought it was because he was spineless, unable to confront his own younger sibling about being overly comfortable with her body around him. Over time, however, he had realized that was not the case. Despite his sexual frustrations, he'd come to enjoy seeing her body, his eyes gazing at every nook and cranny...and she seemed oblivious to his perverted and lustful gazes. He did wonder, however, WHY she was so intent and comfortable in the nude.

"It's been maybe....three or four hours since you left for the mall. And nothing of importance really happened, I'm just winding down from a project I finished for a client."

Richard's eyes barely managed to make eye contact with Moira's as she sat down and undressed before lowering their gaze to her rather large and shapely breasts. It was hard to avert this gaze because she seemed to put so much attention into it..and he'd noticed the erect nipples. He wondered why they seemed to stiffen all the time, and why she seemed to take such pleasure in it, more then usual. His attention was drawn further when she exposed her virgin sex after taking her pants off, the slight glimmer of moisture clearly visible. His eyebrow arced in curiosity for just a brief moment, unnoticeable if his sister wasn't looking. A thought crossed his mind. Could it be she took PLEASURE in exposing her body? Perhaps a hidden exhibitionist streak was inside her? If so, she might be susceptible to other forms of stimulation, which he had been harboring for some time, planning to act one day. Perhaps the day he acted was near. In the meantime, he tried to make his tone of voice as casual as possible.

"So, did you have fun? Do anything in particular?"
 
A soft giggle escaped her lips at his reply, "I would have thought something interesting would have happened. Any phone calls while I was out, anything like that?" She cooed, letting her legs fall open. Tucking her legs under her bottom, she sat with her knees apart, cross legged. Her sex was open for him to look at. With a gentle sigh, she rested her head against the arm of couch her gaze falling on the flickering television screen. "What did you have to do for this client? Anything fun?" She asked, her eyes ensnared by the television.

All the while had no idea what her naked flesh was doing to her poor brother. She had no idea that her naked state bothered him so. When his voice rang out besides her, she nodded and added, "I got myself a few new things at Victoria Secret, couple new pairs of matching panty sets. Some lotion from Bath and Body works. But over all, we all had a really good time. One of the girls wanted to come over and meet you, says that she's never met my older brother. I think it was more so to flirt. I then informed her that I walk about the house completely naked. She freaked!" Moria giggled, her hands shooting up and jostling the air violently, making her large breasts bouncing with each wild movement. "She said something around the lines of 'You walk around naked with your brother in the house? You don't find that weird at all?' I said something to the effect of that you're my brother and my nudity doesn't bother you." Or so she foolishly assumed. Letting her hands fall to her sides, her breasts bouncing again, she flicked her eyes to her brother.

"So! I've been curious Richard,"she smirked, sitting up slowly, leaning into him as she did so, "Why don't you have a girlfriend? I mean you're good looking. Why aren't you out at the bars picking up these beautiful drunken woman? I'm sure that most girls would KILL to get a piece of you. They always seemed to want you in highschool."
 
"Nope, no real calls. You were with most of your friends, so none for you. And the job was...well, the details can't be discussed, but it's a fun little security program."

Richard could barely listen to anything Moira was saying. His eyes were too captivated by her body, which observed every bounce or jiggle of her breasts, took in every curve. It had driven him to an obsession; he had already snapped inwardly and was DETERMINED to punish her. Today would be her last day as a free woman. Dark influences that he had buried within him, ones he never knew he had, were bubbling to the surface of his imagination because of the situation he now found himself facing. He'd prepared a drug for the normal meal that he'd put in her favorite drink. He was fit, but he wasn't going to take any chances. He wanted a bound prisoner before he began the "transformation" process from a naive, cheerful sister that walked around naked heedless of her brother's suffering to a cock riding, gluttony for punishment slut. That was his dark, twisted fantasy, and he was right on the verge of getting it.

His attention snapped back to reality when she asked him about why he was single. The close lean in with bodily contact had not gone unnoticed as she felt her naked body press on his. he was thankful that he was wearing tighter underwear today, or the bulge in his pants would have been VERY noticeable. He grinned a little bit, though it wasn't really what one would call a "happy" grin.

"I'm pretty picky Moira. I have a certain....taste in women. Not just any will do."

In high school, the women that were attracted to him just seemed so normal. They were willing to go only so far, and it was in the last few months he'd realized why he didn't pursue them...and it was a dark reason. They wouldn't make ideal "partners" or slaves, to be molded by his will and accept a masochist lifestyle. He thought Moira would be the one for that. With a sudden movement, Richard rose from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, turning to Moira.

"I'm going to make dinner. It shouldn't take long, so you can hang around and talk with me more about what happened with your friend and the group at the mall."
 
"Security program huh? Sounds secret agent like," she teased, smiling and flicking her attention back to the television. When Richard again began to speak, vibrant eyes looked at him, her head cocked to one side. He smiled, but something seemed almost sad about the grin, "Picky? How so? I suppose it doesn't matter. What exactly do you want then? Body, shape, size of ta ta's, spill. You have to remember I can't read minds and your mind is the one that I find the most interesting."

In truth she did find him interesting, not in the same fashion that he found her, but Moira had always wondered what made her older brother tick. What caused him to be what he was, to do the things that he did. She hardly ever saw him go out anywhere, all he ever did was work, work, and more work. What made him so reclusive? She was the adventurous one, what made him, her polar opposite. "And who says this girl has to be a girlfriend, what about a 'friends with benefits' kinda thing. Seeing as I've never had sex before, I'm sure the act of it is fun. Getting down and dirty with someone, feeling their body press against yours. Sounds pretty sexy to me."

When her brother rose from the couch and started towards the kitchen, she smiled, "I'll make dinner if you want. You've worked hard all day. You should relax more. And don't say 'I've been relaxing all day sir! You work way more than you relax. I can almost literally see the tension in your shoulders." When he set to work, she huffed and shrugged, "Not a whole lot. I mean, it's pretty much the same shit different day. Oh! I bought a new bikini, it's all checkered and black and white. It's super cute. Was thinking about wearing it for the local car wash here. Thought that with my body out there in the world, I'd draw attention and LOTS of customers. What do you think?" Standing she spun around, her backside facing him, "You don't think my butt is too big, do you?"
 
"Ha! If you want my honest opinion about body, I like like them with curves, big tits, and a nice rounded ass. But it's more then the body. It's about...chemistry. Without that, it's a lackluster relationship."

What Ricahrd meant by "chemistry" and "relationship" was a completely submissive masochist that he would break in personally with a variety of techniques, completely obedient to his every word and command. Most girls he'd met were too....normal. Not kinky enough, or didn't exhibit the proper personality. Moira seemed perfect; she was cheerful enough, so as a slave she'd be very willing when broken, and the fact she wandered around naked showed she may have an exhibitionist streak in her.

"I've thought about the 'friends with benefits route,' but it never ends up working well in the end, I hear. Someone gets too attached at some point. As for the bodily contact, it does make it fun."

He ignored Moira's comment about letting her fix dinner, knowing that if she did, he'd miss the perfect opportunity to put his plan in motion. He began getting the plates out, as well as the drinks, the whole time a small packet hidden deftly between his fingers from her pocket. When Moira spun around to show him her ass, he took the opportunity to pour it's contents into her drink. All he had to do now was wait for her to drink it. The effects would be slow, gradual. She'd get sleepy first, and then eventually pass out long enough for Richard to tie her up. By then, he would be ready to do the deed. In the meantime, he took in the view of her ass, and remarked jokingly with a smile.

"Well, that depends. How many customers do you want to attract? They may enjoy the view if it's a tighter fit!"
 
"One would think," the brunette started, still facing away from her brother, "that if you wanted a relationship purely based upon sex, you would leave all emotions out of the equation. Makes sense to me. Course who am I to talk?" She giggled, "And chemistry huh? I'm sorry that just seems weird to me. Soul mates on the other hand, now we're talking!" She turned quickly on her heels and made her way over towards the kitchen.

Richard has already poured the contents of the packet into her drink when she finally entered, "I believe that there is someone out there for everyone. The thought is beautiful. I really hope that soul mates are the truth, I'd like to meet mine some day. A strong, handsome man who makes me forget how to breath. Of course this is all just a childish, naive dream from a virgin." Looking Richard over, Moira crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, "Do you believe in soul mates?"

At his remark about her butt, she blushed, "It's quite the fit, that's all I have to say. I will say though, I look damn good in it and I have every intention of bring every man to this car cash. If it means having to wash the car with my boobs and butt, then by god I'll do it!" Looking towards the drink, Moira began to nibble at her lip, "Can I have it?" Gesturing over towards the drink, "Pretty please with sugar on top. I'm thirsty." She whined, giving her older brother that sexy little pout of her's.
 
"Soul mates? Maybe. But that's a pretty intense relationship. Not sure I could commit."

When Moira asked Richard for the drink, he knew he had her. He handed the drink off to her casually, then went about setting up the rest of the table. He started preheating the oven as well, but by the time it was ready, Moira would most likely be passed out on the floor or in a chair. Then the fun would begin. Richard could already feel his bulging erection growing, nearly pitching a tent in his pants. He made sure he wasn't facing Moira so she wouldn't get a good look, until until everything was ready and set up. He'd had the basement rigged for the occasion, and couldn't wait to try it out.

"If you want to attract more customers, why bother with a bathing suit? A nude car wash with tits and ass service, THAT would be something to see."

Richard's tone was only half joking. Moira's comment about using her body in lewd ways to wash cars had given him his own ideas as to what he could make her do....and they didn't really involve her wearing anything, let alone the bathing suit. His own car could use a wash, as could the windows in his house, the floor of his kitchen....all sorts of possibilities for a human sex slave. He couldn't WAIT to break her and start her training...
 
"I'd someday like to find mine,"she murmured, taking the drink from her brother. Right away she took several deep drinks of the contaminated concoction, "You by the way are the only one allowed to make me drinks." Moira giggled softly, making her way back towards the living room and sinking back down on the couch. When her brother called out from the kitchen about doing it naked, the dark haired girl snorted.

"Right and get arrested for indecent exposure? Yeah I think not. Besides I can't trust other guys when it come to my naked body. They have such dirty thoughts. You're different. I know you wouldn't do anything, ever." Taking several more drinks from the glass, she let herself relax against the arm of the couch.

As the minutes crept by, Moira couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Why was she so tired? She didn't understand it. With a shrug, she let her eyes slip shut. Her body began to relax, and before long, she was out cold.
 
Richard watched with a grin as Moira took several gulps of the prepared beverage. The smile was not a pleasant one. What his sister could not see was the malicious intent behind it. Now that she had taken the drink, he had nothing to fear from her. She wouldn't be able to resist until it was too late for him. There was a time he wouldn't have done this, where he loved his sister. In a way, he still did. But he couldn't keep himself at bay anymore. Something inside of him wanted out, something sadistic. It had been all he could do earlier to grab her from behind and bend her over a table with his pants down. But now that she'd ingested the drug, she wouldn't be able to do anything to break free. He'd make sure of that.

When Moira passed out, he walked over and stood over her limp, sleeping body, knowing she was out to the world. A trembling, excited hand reached out to grasp her, latching firmly onto the soft yet supple flesh that was one of her breasts. It felt amazing between his fingers, so smooth. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. If he wasted time molesting her, he'd be ruined. He had to move quickly. Grabbing her in both arms, he carried her naked, prone form to the basement downstairs, where he had everything prepared.

In the basement, he quickly went to work tying Moira up to a suspension rig that he had hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, her forearms bound together vertically. Her legs were bound in a similar fashion to her calves, she she had little to no leg movement, suspended from her legs and the arm binding. Her legs themselves were forcibly set apart, so her pussy and breasts were very visible and non coverable. Tables nearby had been set with all sorts of tools and toys; paddles, riding crops, whips, ball gags, ring gags, various vibrators, a sybian machine...Richard's job payed well, and he'd been planning this for a long time. Now all that was left was for Moira to wake up to her new existence...and then her breaking would begin.
 
For what seemed like ages, Moira slept. She hadn't felt her brother grope her vulnerable form, hadn't even felt when he had moved her or her limbs had been restrained with ropes. If she had, she would have fought, but the drugs were good, whatever they were. When she had fallen asleep, she was warm and fuzzy, but her body not shivered with cold. Where was she? The conscious world was beginning to form around her. She could hear things, but she couldn't see. Why couldn't she see. Stirring, Moira attempted to move her limbs while her eyes were still shut. She couldn't move? All of this was registering in her brain.

She couldn't move, she was cold, and her limbs ached with pinching sensation. Where was she? She knew she fell asleep on the couch, where in the hell was she now? Had she had one of her sleep walking episodes? No there was no way her rational mind reasoned. With a soft moan, Moira stirred again, again attempted to move her limbs. This time, she gasped, she was waking slowly.

Her eyes began to flutter open, everything around her was blurry. A smudge of monochromatic colors. Where was she? That question seemed to be one that she could not answer at the moment. "R-Richard?" She murmured, attempted to blink the fog away. Slowly, things began to come into focus. She still didn't know where she was, nothing looking familiar. Blinking several more times, her vision on clear, she noted her current position. She was looking down at the floor, she was hanging, but from what?

"Oh my god! Richard!"She screamed, panic clearly evident in her voice. Her mind began to think up a million stores, perhaps when she had fallen asleep on the couch, men had come in to her home and killed her brother and taken her naked, sleeping form back to their hide out. Or perhaps she had had one of her sleep walking episodes and she had walked out into an alley and someone had abducted her. So many possibilities, all of which were completely wrong.

Moira attempted to struggle against her binding, she had to free herself, that was first. God only knew what the 'men' who had 'taken her hostage', wanted from her. The ideas that ran through her head made her realize, she knew exactly what they wanted. Richard would save her...if he knew where she was.
 
Richard sat in the darker corner of the room as Moira came to, not saying a word. His eyes focused on her as he simply shifted into a more comfortable position, the first stirrings of her awakening becoming evident. It didn't take long for her panic to set in as he saw her squirm and scream a little. He shook his head. She wouldn't be able to break free; her muscles were too constricted to do anything useful. She was completely vunerable. She was all his. And he was not going to let her out of this room until she had SUBMITTED and been broken. He already had mental images of her sucking his dick willingly and lovingly...but he was getting ahead of himself. She needed to experience pain and pleasure first.

Finally, he stepped out from the shadows as she was getting more and more paniced, still clothed in his attire from before. His nice expression however had changed. In it's place, a more sadistic expression had replaced it.

"Oh, don't worry, Moira. You're still in the same house. This is just the basement. But you won't be leaving it for a while. See, you're being punished. And before you ask for what, it's for wandering around the house butt ass naked all the time. Even if I am your brother, did you REALLY think that, as a man, it would have no effect on me? That deserves punishment."

With that, he motioned to all the sex toys and paddles and whips he had layed out in the table with a snicker. When he spoke again, his tone was dark.

"Remember what I said before about 'chemistry' with the right girl? Well, I'm going to use these to make YOU the ideal woman...an obedient, broken SLUT."
 
She was freaking out at this point, but all the panic washed away when Richard came into view. Her heart stopped pounding in her chest a million miles an hour. She was half thankful to see him, he would help her. "Oh my god! Richard! Help me-" she fell silent when he began to speak. Just as the relief had washed over her, it vanished and was replaced by a chilling fear. "Th-the basement?"She questioned, why had she never known about this, she didn't even know they had a basement.

As she listened to him, she could feel her heart stop in her chest. When the words 'punishment' escaped his mouth, Moria's eyes went wide. What did he mean punishment. And her answer was before her. When he gestured towards the 'arsenal' or erotic toys he had, she froze. He was going...to use those on her?! She was his sister!

"Richard! Please don't! I'm your sister, flesh and blood sister. Your sweet, innocent little sister. You...I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry for walking around naked. If you untie me, I swear on everything good and green in this earth that I will never walk around naked again, ever! I promise, j-just please, consider what you're doing. I-I'm your sister. I-it's wrong." She whimpered, feeling a lump form in her throat.

Something dark and primal sat behind his eyes, and she could see it. Her pleading was going to make him angry, she knew it, somewhere deep in her belly, she knew that he was going to get angry. Perhaps there was a shred of kindness left in his body, somewhere, even if it was down in his toes.

Maybe her tears would help the situation? Might as well give it a shot~

Looking up towards her brother, tears streamed down her cheeks, with a soft sniffle she began, "Please Richard, don't do this. What would mom and dad say? You've protected me for years from all the bad things, protect me now. Let me go." Again the feeling that this was simply going to make him angry had welled up in the pit of her stomach.
 
The lust in Richard's eyes mixed with anger, as Moira predicted, and his body began to tremble and shake with this controlled rage. The tears did not help, her words only served to instigate him. If she was truly sorry, why had she been so blind to his distress for so long? He wasn't going to have it. As her tears sprung forth, he had barely waited for her to finish before he strode across the room, his arm raising up before coming down like lightning from the sky, his open palm striking her across the face. He felt a stinging sensation in his hand as he left a red welt on Moira's face, his hand wet from her tears.

"You're SORRY?! Do you have any idea what you did every day?! Look! Look at this!"

Richard reached down and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he kicked them away. He wouldn't really need them anymore, as far as he was concerned anyway. What he revealed was his erection; his dick was fairly large, not a massive meat rod, but more then adequate. It throbbed at full mast with popping veins, and it was clear he was at his limit controlling it.

"This is what I'm like EVERY DAY with you in the house! Sorry won't cut it! You'll have to answer for it!"

Richard managed to control himself from raping her on the spot. He wanted his first time with her to be "consensual".....meaning he wanted her to beg for it like a slut. First, he'd need to get her addicted to pleasure. Slowly, he reached over for a vibrator, turning it on. A low buzzing noise filled the air in the room as he pressed it hard against his own sister's clit. With the other hand, he grabbed a paddle he intended to use as punishment if she objected.
 
She had been right, she knew that his anger was going to be there, but she hadn't predicted what he had done. When the had came down hard across her face. She fell silent after she had been hit. She couldn't think. Her face was numb, for a moment anyway. And then when everything finally clicked in her brain, she began to sob. Her face hurt, her body ached, why was he doing this? For revenge? Fine, since he had no kindness left, she wouldn't have any either.

"Fuck you Richard!"She bellowed, sniffling pathetically, "Fuck you and the horse you came in on! I-I thought you weren't like other guys! But I'm fucking wrong!" She fell silent when he pulled himself free of his pants and he stood before her with a massive erection. Minus porn, this was the first time that she had ever seen a male like this before. It excited her yet...it was somehow wrong. The thought of 'liking' this was quickly shoved aside by morals.

He was her brother for god sake! No!

"You can't do this to me!" She screamed, trying to writhe again, a desperate attempt to free herself from the restrains. Her struggling only made them cut into her creamy flesh and wince. The soft buzzing noise made her stop her feeble attempt. The noise was coming from her brother's hand and in what was an instant, there was unimaginable pleasure. Something was tickling her most sensitive of spots. It was pressed firmly against her, when she tried to squirm away from it, it simply followed her. She could feel herself getting wet.

No! Her rational mind screamed. Over and over again it bellowed at her, telling her that this was wrong, that every feeling that she felt was wrong and that this entire act was WRONG! But her primal mind screamed for more. It wanted to feel this intoxicating drug that was pleasure and pain. Her mind was clashing with itself. Right now, her rational mind was winning.

"G-g-get off of me" she stammered, with no authority left in her voice. It had faded the closer her body grew to climax. She did not know what an orgasm was. Had no idea that the pressure that was slowly building deep within her, was a orgasm that was much overdue.
 
The screaming only served to make Richard even angrier. Moira was a naive girl who had no idea what a naked woman's body could do to a man. Different? He was different, but not in the way she was imagining. He had his nurturing side that loved his sister, and he had his sadistic side that wanted to see women...subdued. Reduced. The two had met somewhere in the middle after fight for supremacy, and this was the result. He wasn't doing this just because she'd flaunted it around the house. It was BECAUSE it was his sister.

"A proper slut should never back talk to her master!"

When she spoke out of turn, down came the paddle, a loud SMACK filling the air, with a large red went forming on Moira's ass. SMACK! He raised it again the second time she objected to the treatment. It was cruel, and he struck hard, but in his mind, it was discipline. She would learn rather quickly to choose between pain or pleasure....or both, depending on how she turned out. Her pause when she had seen his dick hadn't gone unnoticed, either. Was she excited? Curious? Shocked? He'd find out soon, he supposed....
 
Another protest was about to form on her lips but she was subdued by the painful smack against her naked bottom. She could feel her skin burn where the paddle had just been. It hurt so much. A soft whimper escaped her lips instead of the protest. When she fell silent, he smacked her bottom again with the paddle. This time she sobbed out in pain. Letting her face fall to the ground, she watched the ground below her pathetically.

The orgasm had subsided in because of the pain. Why was he doing this?

His answer didn't make sense to her. If he didn't want to see her naked anymore, why didn't he simply just tell her to go put some clothes on. Not once had he ever mentioned "Moira, cover yourself up, it bother me seeing you naked." Not fucking once had he said it, and now, just all of a sudden, he was punishing her for it? To her it felt like she was a dog that was being beaten for something that she didn't know what she did wrong. How can you punish something when it doesn't know what it did wrong?

She had begun to cry softly to herself, her tears streaming down her nose and falling to the ground bellow. The pain subsided just as quickly as it had come when the pleasure began to build again. Soft little moans escaped her lips and her body writhed in sweet agony. Her primal mind screamed for more. She wanted more! But again her rational mind reasoned that this was wrong. This power struggle had to end soon.
 
Once Moira had stopped objecting, Richard stopped using the paddle, and a grim silence filled the air for a few moments. A small moral part of him that was left knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he should just let her go and apologize. The larger part of him, however, demanded that he keep her like this. He sighed to himself, but kept the vibrator pressed firmly against Moira's clit, noting her moans and her squirming and writhing. He could tell she'd never experienced anything like this before. It would make her easier to break, to introduce her to this world of pleasure. When he spoke next, his tone was still hard, but has words were a bit softer.

"You're probably wondering why I'm doing this. Part of it is punishment, yes. But a large, dark part of me Moira is a sadist, one who is extremely picky. You're my number one choice due to your habits...and due to how long we've known each other, or sibling bond. It may be sick, but I don't care. You'll learn to enjoy these sensations soon enough, and then you won't care either."

Richard turned up the speed of the vibrator, the buzzing noise getting even louder as he began to rub it back and forth against Moira's pussy, stimulating her clit from different directions. He would get her to cum, to experience her first orgasm. After that....he controlled her. When she came would be up to him. And that was the start of how he'd break her.....
 
Stop complaining or bitching, no more paddle, no more pain. What had she done to him, what had made him snap, surly it could not have been her to have turned her sweet brother into such a sadistic monster. She wanted to know, but she was afraid to ask. She had to find the courage to ask. The little buzzing bead pressed against her sensitive nub. Attempting to ignore the feeling was like trying to not to breath, impossible. She felt as if she was going to explode. When he spoke next, Moira jumped and attempted to keep herself silent.

When he spoke, he answered her unasked question. Her habits? What habits was he referring too? When he finished, she wanted to snort but rather shook her head as the only form of comment. She would not enjoy this! It was wrong, it was disgusting. How could he say that he ever loved her and still do this to her?

The buzzing grew louder, and louder moans escaped her lips. Back and forth her moved the vibrator, she was so close! "I-I," was all that she managed out before her body convulsed with life and her first orgasm was released. Warm, white liquid dripped from her sex, down her smooth lips and dripped to the floor. When the orgasm was over, she lay limp against the ropes, even as her body was stimulated further and another orgasm was not far off the horizon.
 
Moira's reaction as her first orgasm rocked her body was more then Richard could have ever hoped for. It had been animated and lewd, and he could tell that it was the first time she'd experienced anything on that level. Now she was like putty in his hands. Limp, weakened, and he could mold her into anything he wanted. And he wanted a lewd slut. He didn't shut the vibrator off, instead keeping it pressed against Moira's clit as hestill rubbed back and forth, teasing the entrance as if he was going to plunge it in from time to time, but never did. He would save that for his actual dick, which throbbed with a need that he ignored. He HAD to break her, she had to want his dick, before he put it in her.

"You deny it? Think about your habits for a minute. You could walk around in light clothing, skimpy even, and it would have been fine. But you don't even do under wear. You walk around in the nude. And then you don't cover up, you flaunt your tits, your ass, your pussy. I even saw your pussy gleaming with arousal today when you took your clothes off. You WANT this. You're an exhibitionist, a masochist. Why not just accept it and you'll feel MUCH better?"

As Richard spoke, he made sure to gauge Moira's bodily reactions carefully. Whenever he felt like she was going to tense up or have an increased build up in pleasure, he would slow down the speed of the vibrator, enough for a dull, pleasant sensation, and then speed it up to maximum speed when she started going limp. He knew she'd be much more sensitive with her first orgasm, and that this was it's own form of torture. For good measure, with his free hand, he reached out and started groping one of her breasts, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers, and rolling it in circles.
 
She almost wanted to beg him to stop, it was too good, and if he kept going, she was going to orgasm again. When he started to tease the opening to her sex, her mind was going numb with pleasure, why wasn't he just going to finish her? If he was going to 'rape' her as it were, might as well do it now, she was growing tired of the anticipation.

When he spoke, she looked up and turned her face just enough to look at him, "I do deny it." She hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "Fuck you." She murmured, letting her head fall back down. She knew that she was going to be hit again, she braced herself for impact. Already warm tears were collecting in her eyes, the traitorous bastards slid down from her cheeks and fell to the floor.

Every single time she thought she was going to cum, he slowed the buzzing thing between her legs down. She had not expected him to reach out and take her breast in her hand. A sharp gasp escaped her parted lips, "S-stop." She begged. She regretted it the moment it left her lips. Three swats were coming, she dreaded it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind though, something told her to just give in. It would be so much simpler. All the pent up pleasure that she was feeling was going to be released if she just agreed to let go. But deep down she couldn't just let go. She was so close to breaking. It was easier to submit anyway, but she knew she had to hang on, if only for a little longer.
 
Richard was enjoying himself immensely by seeing his sister squirm, but his reaction to his sister's words were to be expected. Rage once again flashed in his eyes, his face forming a snarl. He reached over for the riding crop this time, and when he turned around, he swung full force...though this time not at Moira's backside. Instead he aimed for a more frontal and sensitive area, smacking her right across her nice, rounded breasts, leaving red streaks where he struck. He tried to contain his rage so that he didn't end up brutally beating her and drawing blood, and managed to only struck her six times for his effort. Throwing the riding crop aside, he turned the dildo off. It was time for a more hands on approach, he thought.

"You don't want me to stop. You're mind says no, your body says 'yes'. And I don't plan on letting you cum unless you beg me to stick my dick inside you."

His own bare hands ran beneath Moira's legs, his finger probing and rubbing the poor girl's clit. It wasn't as intense as the vibrator, but with this he was more dexterous and invasive, sticking his middle finger inside of her like a probe, flexing and moving it so she would feel every movement, every muscle. As he did this, he leaned over and whispered into her ear, his other hand pinching and pulling on her nipple between his fingers.

"Just submit and accept it. I promise you it will feel good."
 
Like clockwork, her brother's rage flared. She knew punishment was close at hand, knew that it was going to hurt. But rather, instead of hitting her already sore backside, like she had braced herself for. Rather, the hardened leather bit against her sensitive breasts. One red lash after another rose up against her skin.

She cried out in agony, it hurt so badly. Dark thoughts began to spin in her head as she thought of what she would do to her brother the moment she was free of this torture. How she would watch him beg when she struck him. Someday, the dark thoughts in her head told her, someday revenge will be exacted. The pain had been so much she hadn't counted how many lashes she was given, all she knew was that she was sore from head to toe. Everything hurt. She couldn't take much more. Her resolve was gone.

Pathetic sobbing noises were coming from her mouth, she was trying to focus on anything but the pain. It was the hardest thing she had to do. Her skin was on fire, and she couldn't reach out and sooth it on her own. The ropes around her arms were beginning to cut off the blood flow, her body was going tingly. Finally, her brother turned off that insidious buzzing thing that was pressed firmly against her clit. When he spoke, her very blood boiled rage.

She was going to retort with something foul, but all thoughts left her mind the moment his fingers touched her sex. She lost her mind. It wasn't as strong as the vibrator, but he was a master with his touch. His fingers were nimble and strong. She was losing her mind, and she couldn't fight the pain and pleasure. Punish and reward, that's what it was, and it finally clicked in her head. Soft whimpering noises now occupied the space instead of the pathetic sobbing. As he stroked, he leaned in, and whispered things to her. His breath was hot against her ear, every hair on her body stood on end. When he did speak, with all her effort she lifted her head and gazed up at him. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but behind her beautiful orbs, something dark flicked behind them.

In a poisonous whisper of her own, she replied, "Go to hell." This was the last of her resolve. She knew, every fiber of her being knew that once the beating began, her resolve would shatter and she would submit. She would beg him to stop and she would beg him to put his shaft inside of her.
 
The cries of pain only motivated Richard to push further. The sobbing and the whimpering were signs that he had her on the ropes, that she would not last much longer. Still, when he gazed into her eyes, he was startled (though hardly surprised) to find they were filled with malice. Her last remark to was showing she still had a tiny little bit of spirit left. He sighed in disdain this time instead of flashing into a rage, although his strokes with his fingers became rougher, clearly showing that he was upset. His other hand slid along her waist down to her backside, hinting ominously at what was about to happen again.

"Not yet, dear sister. Not for a long time. But this hell will become your paradise, I promise."

With that remark, his hand lifted for another series of strikes against the poor girl's already red and abused ass cheeks, no doubt stinging much more then the blows from before would have. His fingers become more aggressive as well. His middle finger plunged in mercilessly from tip to base each time, coated with her juices from the forced arousal. Every so often, he stopped plunging and used his index finger and thumb to pinch her clit, and the hand that did the spanking groped on of Moira's breasts firmly, with richard leaning in to get a taste of the second using his own mouth. He sucked on it firmly, rolling his tongue over the nipple. He'd waited a LONG time for an opportunity like this...
 
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