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A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Angel216

Angel216

Supernova
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Jun 11, 2012
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Hope let out a muffled whimper, unable to move or see, or even speak as she squirmed slightly, forced to squat as she had been forced to squat for nearly three hours. It was a saturday and her brother was out running errands or working and had left her like that when she hadn't shown up on time yesterday night. She was supposed to come straight home after school, but instead, she had taken the long way around and had arrived a hour after school. So saturday morning, he had awakened her and made her get dress as if she were going to school. Her school uniform was a blouse, tucked into a black skirt, with black high heels. She didn't know why at the time, but when he had tied her up and restrained her in such a position, she knew why. She had felt the juices of her pussy dripping down as the hook pulled at the clamp clipped to her lower lips and constantly pulling up. She whimpered and then before she knew it, he had fitted her with a ball-gag and a blind fold. She swallowed hard, pressing a tongue against the ball gag, though, she knew that it was futile.

She had heard him leave and she grew desperate, struggling, and fighting to get out of the cold, relentless, and merciless metal that restrained her and forced her to squat in such a position. Though, soon she had stopped, weary and exhausted, and in pain from the struggle. It had done nothing for her, but to cause pain and she stopped and decided to wait it out, though, tears rolled down her face, and combined with the trails of drool that came from the ball-gag. She heard the door open and close, finally, after what she could only guess was three hours and she squirmed again, letting out a muffled whimper.

She was eighteen years old and three months into her senior year of school, and she shuddered to think of how she'd spend her life once she was out of school. She could hear footsteps approaching her and she tried to look around, another muffled whimper coming from her. She was stiff and sore from being restrained in that position and she swallowed hard as she felt a brief touch against her cheek, though, it was ever so brief. She was hoping to go to college after high school, but she doubted that her brother would allow her to go. She also grimaced, as she knew that she might be stuck with him and she shuddered to think that. Her tremors were visible and her knees were about to buckle from underneath her as she was afraid that she might fall and cause even more pain as she let out another muffled whimper.
 
Christopher Melbrooke
Hope Melbrooke
Rebecca Compton
Alicia Hepbrooke
Monica Laforet

When he had arrived, he tried to make his presence unknown to his bound and gagged step sister. Well, sister now that she was formally 'taken in' by him. Ever since the death of her father he knew something was up. That man was a drunkard and abusive ever since the death of her mother. Even he, as a valid 'candidate' was informed. When he mysteriously 'died' from an accident, the police didn't rule it as a homicide, but from his investigation, it was. Concussion was not caused by the wall, rather by blunt trauma before he was pushed away. When confronted by this, precious Hope Melbrooke agreed to his terms to silence; his sex slave. And ever since he had taken her purity at that point, she had well become his bondage slut, spending upwards to half the day in total bondage, trained to become a perfect submissive.

That was, until he found out she returned one hour late from their designated curfew time of 5 PM. She claimed it to be nothing more than traveling the long route, but it probably had something to do with her new friend, Rebecca. While he had the clemency of giving her the chance to make what few friends she could have, he felt she overstepped her privileges. So, after a predictable day of dogplay and furthering her submissive lessons, he commanded her to dress in her uniform and walk to the living room. Bound squatting onto a metal frame, the chin rest was little respite when her legs were forced in a semi-sitting position, ball-gagged and blindfolded. Stroking her cheek gently, he felt a small teardrop hit his hand as he pulled away, taking out a small crop.

"Did you learn your lesson yet?" he asked, softly stroking her pussy with it. Clean shaven, her clitoris was clamped, a small thread with little slack attached to a small eye bolt onto her metal harness that bound her arms separately. She had to push her groin up a bit, something difficult when forced to such squats. The predicament bondage was just too devious! Using the crop to pull against it, he relished in her suffering. "Tell me; were you really going home? Or hanging out with Rebecca?" he asked, softly stroking her pussy before striking her thigh.
 
Hope shivered and whimpered as he stroked her cheek, gently as if he'd be nice to her today. She had given in, caved in when he had confronted her, she didn't want to go to jail if he took his evidence to the police. So she had willingly given up her freedom to be his personal sex slave and she shuddered at the memory, wishing that of all people, her brother hadn't found out. Well, her step-brother anyway, She felt his hand stop stroking her cheek and felt him pull it away as he asked her. She tried to nod, as she murmured, though, her words were garbled and misunderstood, "w...wes, Aser." which translated to "yes, Master." She jolted as she felt something against her pussy and she knew by the feel of it that it was something leather, a belt or a crop.

She let out a muffled whimper as he pulled on the rope attached to the metal eye bolt and she let out a muffled yelp as more drool dripped down her chin. She sighed, she hadn't wanted to tell him that she'd been hanging out with Rebecca because she knew that if she did she'd get in trouble. Now she was in worse trouble for lying to him as she whimpered and squirmed swallowing against the fear as she felt him strike her thigh, a muffled yelp coming from her as it left a small, burning welt on her thigh. She finally cracked, breaking down, as tears rolled down her cheeks, "I.....as aning ou wi...recca." The sentence was by all means completely incomprehensible, but she hoped that at least her brother would be able to understand it as it translated to "I was hanging out with Rebecca." She let out a shiver, a tremor running through her as she tried to look up in the general direction that she thought he was.

Finally, though, with some effort, she was able to at least stop the tears, the last of the tears dripping down her cheek as she let out a muffled moan and a whimper. She squirmed again, only to still and stop because with each movement the pain became worse and she couldn't move anyway as she waited for a response.
 
Ahh. So that was what she was doing. How cute. While he sought to control her life, it was inevitable that she needed a bit of attachment to someone else other than him. However, as her school days drew to a close, he had been pressuring her to sever such ties. First, he had her come home on a strict curfew to prevent her from playing with others, secondly he strictly forbade her to talk to Rebecca. Now that she confessed the truth...there would be only torture and bondage for her this entire week end. "Now now...lying to me is a punishable offense, isn't it?" he asked, softly tilting her chin to face towards him, feeling her drool and her tears drip to his open hand. "You know what that means, right?" he asked, hoping that she remembered and recalled their training. She was to repeat the words 'I am sorry, forgive me I am a whore' while enduring forced orgasms.

Taking the remote, he made quite a noise in placing down the black box to further her despair. Thankfully, he removed the clamp onto her clitoris, instead inserting a small dildo inside of her tight and compact love tunnel, two buds against each lip of her vagina. The Black Box was a powerful device that would often make her cum so many times she would black out before the little device ran out of power. Even before such was placed onto her, he noticed her vagina was wet, juices already dripping to the wooden floor. She may deny it, but she was actually a slut who enjoyed such treatments.

Turning on the vibrator to a low setting, enough to arouse and tingle her, but not enough to grant her climax. "You know the rules. You are not to cum and you are to recite the apology Five hundred times. I'll be back in one hour." he said, turning on the vibrators as he took a camera, setting it up on a tripod as he recorded the moment, reading a book while the camera began it's recording of her misery. Every severe punishment that took place was recorded, all for his viewing pleasure. "You know, I ought to punish you even more...maybe after you earn your breakfast we'll move onto the next part of your torture." he said. This day was to be a day for her to remember; enough bondage and torture for he to endure.
 
Hope knew she was in trouble by the span of silence before he begin to speak again, toying with her with the gentle touch beneath her chin to tilt her head up as he spoke. She whimpered, more drool coming out, though the tears had stopped for now. The last of them racing down her cheeks and leaving a salty trail as she blinked, though, she couldn't see a think past the blindfold wrapped securely around her head. She felt her gut clench and tighten with panic and despair as she heard rustling and a clank besides her and she knew that he'd brought out the black box. She knew what it meant and she didn't like it as a sharp tremor ran through her. Though, a soft sigh escaped her lips as he released the clamp and, instead, replaced it with the dildo and the two small buds that he attached to her outer lips.

The former wish went through her head and the longing to be able to run or fight or stop him, but the metal bindings held her back. Even then, she had long dismissed such wishes or thoughts as she knew them to be impossible, even if she could fight back, the punishments for her would just become worse and worse, until her life was a living hell. She jolted as he turned the vibrator on low as she let out a muffled moan, the buds vibrating against her lips stimulated her clit and the dildo vibrating inside her stimulated the res t as she moaned out again, her juices beginning to drip more heavily. She let out a muffled whimper left her, each time the amount of apologies she had to recite doubled in numbers depending on how many times she had broken the rules. She remembered last time it was a hundred, but she had broken three rules and it was five hundred. She could hear him in the near distance rustling as she moaned out.

She decided to start reciting because she knew that if she held back, or even missed one recited apology, he would just repeat the process until she did it right. She tried to speak and recite them, though, her responses came out muffled and garbled, incomprehensible, followed by moans. It wasn't long before she was frustrated as the vibrations were low enough that she couldn't relieve herself off of them. It wasn't long before the vibrations brought her to desperation, made her eyes glaze over in desire and need, made her body tremble visibly and made her clammy with sweat that nearly drenched her. The moans making more drool spill out to her chin as she moaned and spoke the apologies followed by each moan, as she tried to keep track of how many apologies she had spoken. "I m orry, orive e, I m a hore." The frustration of trying to speak the words also nagged on the back of her mind as she repeated and recited the same sentence.

Finally, after fifty, long, excruciating minutes, she reached 500 apologies and she let out a muffled whimpering sight as she squirmed, her juices dripping. Her body practically pleading to be relieved, tremors running through her, sweat dripping down, combined with drool and her eyes glazed over with a need so strong, that she was almost, almost tempted to beg him. Even then, a small part of her mind wouldn't let her stoop that low as she looked around, trying to listen for any sounds of him returning.
 
It was a refreshing moment for him; a nice book to read, cold drinks, some leisure and his sex toy drooling, moaning and dripping wet as she struggled to carry out her penance. With each repetition that came was yet another blow to her dignity. This was her own words, her own heart admitting that she was a sex toy; a dirty, filthy plaything for his exclusive use. Taking a sip, he turned back to watch his sex slave reciting the words, dribbling drool all over her rested chin, now drenched in her saliva as it passed the cold metal, dripping to her blouse. Stained with her spit, her blouse was now slightly ruined, but it was nothing compared to her black panties, discarded below her drenched fully with her juices. Taking a sip of water, he listened to the low hum of the vibrators, with her garbled, almost nonsensical gagged speak repeated over and over again, with the vibrations a tune to follow in rhythm. With the clinking of the ice in his drink, he left the room, coming back with another glass of cold water. Without hesitation he spilled some on top of her head, something that could have been a welcome blessing given how flustered, hot and sweaty she had become since the start of her torture.

Christopher felt no shame in exploiting or outright enslaving his precious half-sibling. Who would have known that the quiet Surgeon had a sick obsession with slavery and bondage? He made no attempt to hide his intentions to her when she arrived to his home, telling her about the proof and what she must do to remain free. All the while, he classified this as a 'consensual union' as per the documents he blackmailed her sign. Once, she was starved nearly to death, only to be forced to sign a disclosure agreement of her inheritance and her desire to become a courtesan to him for almost 40 years. A truly cruel twist of fate!

"I counted 300. Don't think you're done." he said, yelling from the TV as he watched the recent news. He wondered what he should do to her even further...the roads were quite packed given how it was a week end, with the weather looking absolutely gorgeous today. With her trembling and weak body, cramping was sure to follow, adding to the misery as her body would shudder and tremble for no given reason. Such was the nature of the stress position she was forced into and the bondage that came with it. Taking his crop, he made her tilt her head upwards, his fingers briefly stroking her engorged, puffy and aroused lips. "My my...are you desiring permission to cum?" he asked, smiling.

"Well, you ungrateful slut, you still need to work for your lunch. Would you rather take it up your pussy or would you rather me take you by the mouth?" She should know that he was giving her a choice of either being rammed onto her vagina or giving him a blow job. It was all up to her, what she desired to occur. Would she struggle and continue on, hoping for mercy? As a way to get her to stumble, he spiked up the vibrator so high that it would be almost ready for her to cum. If she did orgasm, lord knows what punishment she would endure! She was already breaking down just 50 minutes into this endeavor, how long could she resist in bondage before she would black out?
 
Hope shuddered and shivered, tremors wracking through her body from the position and the vibrations as she moaned out. She yelped and jolted almost violently as he poured ice water over her head, she had been surprised by it, but she almost, and quite loudly sighed in relief as the cold was welcome against her feverish skin, that was drenched in sweat, her blouse stuck to her skin and her black skirt stuck to her thighs as well, her juices continuing their constant drip. She moaned out and whimpered as she heard his yell from the TV, hearing the news as she flinched, she had sworn that she had counted 500, but, perhaps, she had been wrong to think that way. Again, she begin to stutter out the recited sentence, her heart clenching with every sentence as it stung her dignity and degraded her more.

She could hear footsteps approaching her and she felt the end of the leather crop come up under her chin, tilting her face to look up. She blinked again, her world entirely black and non-existent under the blind fold as she jolted when he rubbed her down there and she could almost hear the glee in her voice as she nodded and murmured, "es, Aster, please." She had gotten to 400 before he had stopped her short, and she had counted out 55 minutes. Though, even that was only an estimation as she had no concept of time without all of her senses, including sight. She had no idea of how much time had elapsed since this morning when he had first left her and she flinched at his words, as she craved something more humane to eat, like eggs, or even a sandwich as she had not yet eaten breakfast.

She let out a whimpering moan, as she murmured, "yy thaaa outh, Aster." She knew that, there was a chance, she wouldn't last much longer as it had been almost 4 hours since she had been restrained, maybe more or less, but only a hour since he had inserted the toy into her and hooked her up to The Black Box. She yelped out as he turned up the vibrator, bringing her to the edge as she had to fight back the desire to cum, the need, her walls were clenching, almost, painfully so as she cried out again. She lost track of her thoughts, and suddenly a thought popped into her mind, a memory of the first time he had put her through this kind of bondage, she had lasted about 20 minutes before she had blacked out. Now it was notched up to 50 minutes, and sometimes, an hour or 2 hours. She begin to think that her body was growing accustomed to it and was building up her strength to make it last for eight hours or more. She shuddered and trembled violently as she suddenly yelped out a plea, for him to stop it, she didn't want her body growing accustomed anymore, because once it did, she knew that there would be no end to how much torture she would endure from him. "Aser pease sop iiiiit." Though, the plea came out garbled and incomprehensible.
 
To properly break a slave like her, one had to take away everything. Strip them bare, rob them of their essential and lastly, destroy and degrade their dignity to the point of no return. While he had yet to reach the last part, she was well on her way to becoming a submissive pet toy. He felt no shame in abusing someone of his blood, no disgust every time he bound or raped his precious step-sister. To him, she was nothing more than a slab of meat waiting to be abused or exploited. Perhaps after this she would learn not to disobey him. He could only smugly smirk when she confirmed her desires, drooling as more juices continued to flow. "Well well, that's unfortunate...no." he said, his gentle touch almost...a wispy touch against her flustered and hot skin. "I bet you said all that when you considered to break my rules...you said no to following my orders, so why should I be obliged to follow you? Tsk tsk...stupid girl." he whispered, kissing her upper lips romantically.

And her body was surely adapting to this; before she would faint almost instantly, only to awaken in a panic attack after blacking out. She was slowly getting more and more accustomed to spending long amounts of time in bondage, furthering her tenacity and her endurance to the suffering that he so invariably inflicted upon her. Trembling uncontrollably, her body shuddered and quivered, enduring countless denials and endless stimulation against her now ultra-sensitive body. Slowly conditioning her, he smiled deviously as he continued to let her suffer in her solitude. "Why do you think you can just command me as you please? Are you the master? Answer me!" he said, striking her thighs once, twice, until she began to give an answer. Her defiance was sure to cost her.

Then, he had pity for her, a rare show of mercy as the vibrations began to slowly peak. "Yes, you may cum." The sound of her moan, a moan of glee and relief as she was allowed to climax. With her mind utterly in a haze during the afterglow, he wondered how long it would take for her to realize that the vibrations did not end. Instead, it only continued coming as she burst yet again, juices dripping from her groin area as she was utterly soaked. "Now. Cum until you black out." he said, wanting to hear her moans and the sound of her misery. In fact, all those denials, her sore body, her aching joints and the stress of the position was sure to affect her, now left to cum endlessly in the tight and merciless position. This was her punishment, her torture and her lament. He stood by, watching as the camera recorded every moment, taking note of everything from the drool leaving her ball-gagged mouth, the tears that flowed from her blindfold to the juices that dripped endlessly, leaving a puddle of her lewd fluids on the floor...
 
Hope shivered and whimpered as she heard his words, his fingers gentle and teasing, though, just barely a whisper of wind against her flustered skin as she moaned out. She was still fighting the urges to cum as she moaned and cried out in desperation as she squirmed and heard his next words as she shook her head and murmured, crying out as he struck her twice with the crop, two more red welts popping up to the surface as she murmured, "ooo, Aster, i m ottt teee, Aster." She cried out again, as her back arched, and he allowed her to cum, as she squirted, her juices soaking through her skirt, her skin still flustered and feverish as she sighed heavily in relief. She had begun to drift onto the cloud nine and the after glow as she thought, perhaps, he would unhook her, but when she realized that he wasn't, she panicked.

She realized with dread, that he was going to leave her to black out, and possibly hurt herself worse when she went slack in the restraints. She moaned out and whimpered, drool dripping down her still drenched body as the vibrations remained on high. With the vibrations it only took her minutes to get to an orgasm, to reach the edge, as she cried out again. She jolted each time she was brought over to the edge, only to orgasm and climax again and again. Her eyes completely glazed over by her fourth orgasm and then by the sixth orgasm, her body had grown so weak and weary that her eyes fluttered close. Her skin was clammy and feverish with sweat and she slumped in the restraints, a weak moan leaving her before she completely blacked out. Her juices still dripping and drool still trailing down her chin and her blouse.
 
When Hope endured the massive orgasm that had been withheld from her since this morning, he could not help but smile in glee as he caught every single second of this powerful orgasm; the way her back arched, her fingers jolted from sleep, her moans loud and her face absolutely flustered, her body shivered uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm swept through her, leaving her panting and drooling helplessly as her juices dripped heavily, soaking her plaid skirt thoroughly. The look of despair must have been delicious had she heard that she was to be left there, her moaning resuming as her struggle weakened. With each climax making the other more unbearable and faster to conclude, she whined like a dying animal, struggling faintly as she moaned, her shivering almost uncontrollable before her head tilted slightly to the right, her body no longer reacting and her moans dying out. Removing the blindfold he saw only the face of a lewd slut; eyes almost rolled into her head, glazed over her large chestnut brown eyes showing just how much the torture had affected her.

Removing her from the bondage, he threw her onto the floor, apart from where her drool, tears and her juices landed. For sure, she would have to clean that up later. Instead, he left her clothes largely on, saving her thoroughly soaked and ruined black lingerie panties for humiliation later. Now, he fitted a chastity belt, using some of her juices he fitted the plug and the dildo perfectly inside after removing the black box vibrators. Then, locking it up, he bound her arms in an arm binder as he placed an open-mouth gag right onto her. Binding her left ankle to her left thigh, he served to make her movement awkward as he let her rest, pushing a pillow beneath her head. She looked absolutely gorgeous asleep and gagged, her body so weary that she did not bother waking whenever he inserted or fitted the gag.

She would be in for a rude awakening, after he had decided that three hours of rest was enough for her. Getting her to awaken, he wanted her to become familiar with the feeling of being restricted so selectively; her left ankle bound to her left thigh, her lower regions sealed with the chastity belt and the armbinder holding her steady, the open-mouth gag did force her to drool, but not excessively like the ball gag as she would awaken to see her Step-brother, Christopher sitting before her. "What position are you to assume before me?" he asked, holding his crop steady, erection evident from his jeans. He wondered if she would assume the submissive position, all while calling him the name 'Master'. "So, have you learned your lesson?"
 
Hope let out another weak moan, but not once did she wake up as he fitted her with a chastity belt, tied her up in such a crude way and fitted her with a ring gag. She slept through all of it soundly, then she felt someone shaking her shoulder, and she blinked, opening her eyes. She felt sore and it only took seconds to realize that she was bound in a uncomfortable position as she squirmed slightly. Then she looked up, noticing how a shadow was cast over her and she let out whimper as she saw christopher, she tried to talk, but she realized that she also wore a ring gag, and it forced her mouth into an O. She looked to the crop in his hand and then to the obvious tent in his jeans. Then she heard his question and she wanted to cooperate, but she didn't know how to in such a position.

She squirmed and let out a muffled whimper again, some drool dripping out as she squirmed again and managed to make it up onto her knees before him. She tried to speak, though, it, too, came out garbled and misunderstood, "es Aser." She nodded in response to his question, not wanting to have more punishment, but more specifically she learned that if she went against his rules, she'd be punished severely as she let out a muffled whimper and looked up at him, trembling slightly. She wondered what he would do to her as she looked at him, then she shifted and it was then that she felt something up inside her. She let out a soft yelp as she looked down and saw the chastity belt and looked back up at him. She wanted the gags off, and wanted to speak freely, but she supposed it was a good thing they were on because if she ran her mouth, she might get into more trouble. It was then that she heard a knock on the door. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him and then to the door.

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Rebecca had been worried about Hope, she'd seem distraught yesterday when she had left and luckily, living in a small town, Rebecca knew where Hope lived. They had been friends since their freshmen year, but the thing is Rebecca didn't know about Hope's home life. Even after all these years, Hope had been very closed and private about her home life. Rebecca did know she had a strict brother and knew that she had a curfew of 5:00 PM last night, set by her brother. She walked over to her house, wanting to check on Hope and make sure she was alright, as she arrived she raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Hello, Hope it's me, Rebecca, are you alright?" She called from outside on the porch as she waited for the door to open. She knocked again, and then pressed the doorbell once. She knew that someone must be home because she had seen a car in the driveway, so if she just talked to her brother then she could square things away and head home for the day.
 
His smile was but a cruel smile; the smile of a tender and loving parent, a significant other who would have otherwise cherished her. Instead, it was spoiled, used instead to delude her into a reality of sanctuary; where, if she discarded her dignity and followed his every order, he would smile ever so often, assuring her that all would be fine if she was his pawn, his emotionless toy to be used. "It's good that even though you're so dense, you can actually learn your lessons. And some said you couldn't teach old dog new tricks." he joked, stroking her chin, feeling more drool softly drip down her open-gagged mouth. Her body was marred by the rope marks, her tender skin and flesh utterly despoiled by the ropes that once bound her.

"I'm up here, you dirty whore. Look at me." he said, taking his crop at the ready. "Don't you know better than t-" *DING DONG!* He turned, pleasantly surprised, somewhat, at the sound of the person at the door. "I wonder who that could be..." he mused to himself, pointing the crop towards her as he said "Limp to the kitchen. You are to stay there, kneeling with your head down low until I return. Make a single peep and I'll make the coming week a living hell for you." With the second ringing, he spoke in a low voice so as to hide his malicious intents. "Coming! Just wait a bit!" he said, pushing her aside to the kitchen to reflect upon her new predicament as he opened the door.

It was young Rebecca, his sister Hope's best friend. "Good afternoon there, young lady. And who may you be?" he asked, smiling and showing forth his best behavior. This girl...yes, he did lust for her to also be in bondage; hearing her moan and scream as he took her purity...now that would be something to remember! Despite that, his hardness began to turn flaccid, saving him the embarrassment of being seen with a hard-on. "Ahhh. Hope is currently asleep right now...did you want to talk to her?" he asked, turning up the vibrations of her dildo right in his pocket, with the remote in his hand he made her torture that much worse, even though she was bound in a much lighter position she still had to contend with the arousal flooding her.
 
Hope flinched back away from him as he raised the crop as if to strike at her and she let out another muffled whimper as she nodded, knowing she didn't have a choice. Unless, she wanted to live in hell for the next week, she had to do as he said. So she shuffled towards the kitchen, a whimper, muffled and quiet as she made it to the kitchen and bent down, kneeling, her face inches from the floor as she trembled violently, hearing Rebecca's voice, she wanted to let out a scream, maybe, she could help her in the situation that she was in. She knew that if she did, her life would become a living hell and then a thought struck her as she pondered the new situation. She knew now that she couldn't scream because if Rebecca knew too much, she might be in danger of facing this kind of life alongside Hope and Hope's heart clenched at the thought.

She shuddered and trembled as she remained quiet, trying to hear the conversation from where she hid in the kitchen as she listened. She had been with her brother for 3 months and she knew by now what his voice sounded like when he desired something or lusted after something. He wanted Rebecca and he wanted to be doing the same things to Rebecca that he was doing to her. She shuddered, Rebecca was a fighter, not easy to submit like Hope and she knew that if Christopher ever got his hands on her, she'd be put through hell to be broken. Tremors rolled through her as she swallowed hard and stayed still in the kitchen, listening to the conversation.

Then she jolted as she felt the vibrations begin and she wanted to moan out, but she knew if she made a sound, she'd be punished severely for it as she resorted to squirmed and deep breathing as her juices begin to drip again and it made her nose wrinkle as she squirmed and wriggled with the arousal she was getting from the vibrating dildo that was deep inside her as she pushed her face into the ground, trying to muffle the moan that did come out.

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Rebecca smiled pleasantly as someone answered, though, she hadn't been expecting Christopher as he asked her who she might be. "Oh I'm Rebecca, Hope's best friend, I was just wondering if she's alright, she seemed distraught last night. Oh she's asleep now, well, can I stop back by later today?" She asked as she flushed a red color. She had never admitted this to Hope, but secretly, she had a crush on Christopher. She had bumped into him a few times in town and had also seen him when her mother required surgery, he was always so kind, nice and gentle and not to mention good-looking. So, needless, to say had her twitter pated and crushing on him as she shuffled, a bit nervously. She didn't want him noticing her blush as she looked back up at him.
 
"Ahh? Is that so?" he responded. He didn't quite pick up the attraction that Rebecca had for him, but he put up the big brother facade. With a warm smile and a calm voice, he helped portray himself contrary to the depraved sadist that had been torturing his precious Hope just mere moments ago. "I am sure that Hope is very grateful to have a friend who looks out for her like you. And sure, you can join us for Dinner tonight, if you want to!" he invited her, "But I really shouldn't let you in now. Hope is a bit tired and all. She does tend to fuss a little too much about the small details, but I'll be sure to tell her all about it." He really should become an actor; he was so good at playing his part that he almost had himself convinced.

Oh, what fantasies rushed through his mind, imagining all of the great things he'll end up doing to her...does she have a high pain tolerance? How many times can she cum before fainting? Does she like anal? All the possibilities, yet he managed to keep himself calm before her presence. By spiking up the speeds back and forth, he made it all the more unbearable for his precious slave, smiling all the while. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Rebecca. I'll be cooking some casserole for tonight, so I really wish that you could join us!" he said, smiling as he waved farewell to the young girl. She looked cute with those braided twintails... After closing the door, his eyes sparkling with malice he returned to where Hope was.

"Well well...where were we again?" he asked, smiling as he continued the buzzing of the vibrator, wanting for her to experience even more arousal than before. "Ahh yes. That's a good position for you. Ass up, now!" he struck her rear, wanting to see her in a semi-bowing position, face downwards and her ass upraised. "Now, your friend is coming over for dinner tonight...I expect you to be on your best behavior, okay?" he commanded, striking her cheek with the crop. "One peep from you and it will be over; for both you and Rebecca. Understood?" When she confirmed it, he sat onto a chair, removing his pants and letting his boxers cover his hardness, poking up against the cloth. "Blow me off, whore." he commanded, turning up the vibrations to the maximum setting...
 
Rebecca smiled and blushed again, her cheeks turning a darker red, though, she was sure he couldn't pick up on it, the way his voice was warm and calm made her heart melt. She nodded and murmured, "well, yeah, I'd like to come over for dinner tonight, that sounds fun, I haven't been in your guys' house yet." She heard something faint, but guessing it was nothing, but the wind or perhaps, an appliance in the kitchen that was creaking and groaning as it worked to cook dinner, she nodded and turned to go down the path, feeling relieved that Hope was alright and making plans to stop back in at 7:00 PM. She headed home, whistling a small tune to herself as there was almost a skip in her step. She'd actually talked to her crush as she walked along the sidewalk, towards home.

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Hope had her face pressed against the floor, stifling her moans as she squirmed, her juices dripping heavier as she moaned, squirmed and writhed against the arousing speeds of the vibrator as it would go from low to high in a matter of minutes, bringing her right on the edge, only to ease her back down as her body flustered again and finally, she heard Rebecca leave and the conversation end. She had wanted to protest against Rebecca coming over here, the last thing she needed was to be sucked into this as Heather squirmed to sit up, hearing footsteps approaching. She let out a muffled yelp as he struck her ass with the crop as she raised her ass higher, pressing her face lower as she whimpered and squirmed. She nodded as she cried out, feeling him strike her cheek as she whimpered and nodded, a tremor shooting through her at the sound of his threat as she nodded again, and murmured, "esss Aser."

She tried to squirm, shuffle and crawl towards him, flinching at his harsh commands as she yelped out the vibrator turned to the highest setting as she moaned out and almost cried out, trying to fight off the orgasm. She didn't need him telling her that she got off so much from sucking on him that she had climaxed herself. She finally got to him as she lowered her head down on her penis, gagging and convulsing as it entered her mouth through the O-ring and hit the back of her throat as she started to suck on him. She still had to work on it, she'd been a virgin when he had first arrived and now, now she was this far, she guessed that he would expect her to be a professional. She knew that if she didn't try her best, there'd be consequences as there were with every one of her actions as she moaned and sucked on his member, adding tongue as she gagged on it occasionally as she jolted, squirmed and writhed with the vibrations, trying hard not to climax.
 
Of all the ways to recieve oral sex from Hope, while open-mouth gagged was his favorite. Unable to bite nor close her jaw from her gag reflex, the drool made excellent coating as she would be forced to keep it open, to accommodate his hardness inside of her oral orifice. Better yet, he could just tie her up and force himself into her mouth as if he was fucking her vagina, revel. She worked hard to try and keep up the pace, despite how hard it was with her current predicament; with her arms bound behind her in an arm binder, one leg tied and her mouth pried open, everything seemed to work against her from giving him a proper blowjob. "Mhmmm...do better!" he commanded her, somewhat pleased but always ready to push his quite high expectations upon her.

No matter how many times she was forced to do so, he could never get her to move her tongue as he desired. "Lick it down...don't just ahhhhnnn~ Don't just lick randomly!" he commanded, striking her rear. Her body was growing weary, jittery and shivering almost subconsciously from how bruised, tired and exhausted she was. Literally running on borrowed time, spurred on by the thought of enduring more punishment. Even then, this amount of bondage was wholly unhealthy; not that he cared for her safety, sometimes he'd leave her bound until she lost feeling on her limbs. Mercy was a concept foreign to him with regards to her. "Mhmmm...Uuhh..." he moaned, making sure to exaggerate the pleasure to spur her on.

With her mouth wet and her tongue alive, he began to slowly thrust in and out, poking against her throat before it wasn't long until he grasped her head, force-fucking her open-gagged mouth. "That's right...suffer! Suffer for master!" he commanded, slowly pushing the vibrator up. If she came now...there was only more misery to follow. How well with her exhausted body endure this upcoming finale, the conclusion to this torture? "Beg! Beg for my semen! Beg to cum yourself! Beg and degraaaahhhhhde~ yourself!"
 
Hope shuddered and shivered violently as she gagged and kept sucking on his member, trying to do it better, stroking her tongue against it in a downward fashion as she even reached downward towards his balls and started to lick on them as well. She let out a yelp as struck at her rear again and she could hear him exaggerating the pleasure as she tried to do better, sucking and licking his shaft downward and licking his balls as she shuddered again. She felt him thrusting and her eyes widened as she knew what would come next, and she tried to jerk away from him. Yet, she was too late as she felt him grasp her head and started to fuck her, hard and fast as she let out muffled whimpers.

She felt the vibrator go up and she let out a muffled cry, a plea as she was unable to hold it and she climaxed, jolting as her juices squirted from her, soaking her skirt once more and gathering on the floor in a puddle underneath her as she whimpered. She knew that she would be in trouble for that one, not asking to climax was a very punishable offense in his book as she flinched at his words and nodded, maybe if she begged for his semen the punishment that was soon to follow, wouldn't be so bad. She could hope right, so she started to beg, her words coming out incomprehensible as she said, "pease.....Aser......pease et meee aste.........ur......um....I....I am ur um s....sut...an..I ive ooo....aste ur um....pease." She flushed a dark red, hating having to beg as it degraded her even lower. She used to be a prideful fighter and now, now she was this. She let out a muffled whimper as she trembled.

She hoped, though, that by her begging for his semen, the punishment that she would receive for climaxing without permission would be a bit less harsh, but she knew that the likelihood of him having mercy on her would be a rare chance. A soft whimper came from her as she trembled and looked up at him.
 
He had seen a true face of ecstasy whenever she would be overcome by an orgasm many times, so much so that he was able to tell whether or not she was 'faking' an orgasm or if she was truly experiencing a powerful release. Given how many times she had orgasmed not too long ago, her body must still be so very sensitive at this point. "What's that? You cummed? How disgusting. Do you still insist on disobeying me?" he threatened, his voice calm but his words obviously vindictive. Cold, weary and hungry, he could tell that his slave was at wit's end at this point. Long gone was that girl who would briefly struggle, trying her best to wriggle free from the ropes, reduced to a grovelling sex slave that wanted reprieve from her inevitable punishment. "I was planning to let you eat after this, but it seems you'll have to go without." he said, smiling as he let the words sink in.

"Unless...you finish what you started and cum two times. There, like the naughty slut you are, you'll be allowed to cum." he said, but in doing so, he turned off the vibrators and then sort of unchained her chastity belt, taking out her juice-soaked sex toys. There, he placed her soiled panties, pulling it up in mockery of her privacy. "Cum." he commanded. He pushed in his hard-on, trying his best to hide the 'tent' that formed on his pants. Forced to orgasm twice without any aid, she'd have to get creative whether or not to rub herself against something or to simply beg for it all to end.

"Nuhuhuh...after you cum twice, I'll cum in your mouth then you can eat, bathe and rest." he said, giving her the allure of the rewards in hopes of seeing her attempt to embarrass herself. Just what kind of humiliating action would she perform before him? Rub herself to orgasm, forced to bring herself to the peak before his eyes without aid? He sat there, like a God looking down upon his creation, wanting to see just what she does. "If you don't cum twice within the next thirty minutes, I'm going to make you endure double that while Rebecca and I have a...pleasant dinner." The way he toned the last two words seemed to betray his unquenchable lust. It was true; he did want to enslave Rebecca as well. And perhaps...perhaps this dinner might be that time too!
 
Hope's eyes widened, she was hungry and her growling stomach was proof enough of that as she whimpered and looked up at him as she trembled, feeling the vibrators stop. She also felt him unchain her chastity belt as she flushed a deep red as he pulled her panties up as she shuddered at the feel of the sticky cum that was on them. She heard what he was offering as she longed to be able to do that and she knew that she had to find her own way to climax without aid as she was bound, and helpless. She couldn't rub herself using her fingers as they were done up behind her as she squirmed, whimpering again, as he set the time limit. She shuddered as she heard his next words and she trembled violently, to have to endure double that. She whimpered as she looked around, trying to find herself something to rub on as she flushed a darker red. She saw a corner of the rug behind her and she scooted back as she started to rub against the rug.

She had to use her imagination as she looked at him, trembling again as she continued to rub, flushing a darker red as she did so and she closed her eyes, trying her best to imagine that instead of the rug, it was her fingers that were rubbing against her. She felt the rough corner of it, rubbing against her. It took her 20 minutes of rubbing as she whimpered, and flushed with embarrassment as she was finally able to cum, the orgasm sweeping through her as she jolted and a loud moan came from her as her juices squirted again from her and she wondered if she was done. She looked up at him and tried to ask, "Aster.......I ame tice.........m I one."

She trembled and wondered if he would say yes or force her to endure another climax with no aid as she whimpered quietly, longing for the food, the bath and most of all, being able to lie down in bed and hopefully get eight hours of sleep as she looked to the clock, seeing it was nearly 7:00, it was 6:45 as she looked up at him and squirmed again, trembling slightly. She looked at him, waiting for a response as she flushed a deeper red, not believing that she would stoop so low as to rub herself like a dog on the carpet to climax.

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Rebecca was getting ready to go to have dinner at Hope's house, as she took her hair and unbraided it, allowing it to fall into waves and curls as she put on a dress, white in color, with a black see through top, that covered her shoulders and a white bottom with black polka dots. She smiled, excited as she walked out the door, walking towards Hope's house as she wore black flats to go with the dress. She was whistling again, excited and happy as she grew closer and closer to their house and possibly having dinner with her crush and her best friend.
 
The blush on her cheeks grew ever brighter as she was forced to embarrass herself more and more. Given how sensitive she was, attaining orgasm should have been easy for her, but he knew that Hope was quite exhausted, tired and weary from the countless orgasms she endured after she came home. It would surely teach her not to break his curfew. Only a few hours into her torture and already she was a nervous, shivering wreckage of feminine flesh, overloaded with orgasms and sensitive to the point where a small stroke was enough to illicit a lewd moan from her. Every moment, every moan and every tear that fell, every bead of drool he followed with intent, his hardness slowly inflating his cock from beneath his pants. When her eyes almost rolled into her head with a moan and a burst of her juices, he knew she climaxed.

"Do you take me for an idiot?" he asked, as if offended. He grasped her hair, forcing him to look up, "Do you think I, your master, can't count?" he asked curiously, wondering why she thought he would not see her cum twice. She only came once, only after considerable time and effort! "I only heard and saw you cum once. Do you take me for a fool?" With that, he wanted to see the despair in her eyes, her desperation and such. "Since you did tell the truth...I've decided to put off your punishment for later. You have a guest coming over...you'd best behave or else..." Yes, the threat of her murder was still there, even with the crimes he committed against her it was impossible to indict him with the agreement she signed to...

With her arm binder removed, her bound leg freed and her gag removed, he pulled down her panties. "You'll be wearing this to dinner. You will smell like the whore you are. Try to control your urges, you disgusting whore." he said with condemnation as he hurried her over to be refreshed. "Wash up quick. She could be here any time soon." he said, handing her what she was to wear: a plain white dress, rather modest at knee height, with some modest decorations...and a leather strap to hold a vibrator remote near her inner thighs and a dildo vibrator. The remote obviously wasn't there...of course he'd have it. Her soiled panties were there, reeking of arousal and her juices.

While he himself freshened up, he whore a simple polo and a sweater vest on top, which combined with jeans makes it look quite fashionable. The Casserole was almost finished and so was Rebecca's secret ingredient, all in her serving... With a malicious smile, he approached the door, hearing the door bell he opened it. "Ahh, how nice of you to make it!"
 
Hope flinched and let out a muffled yelp as he grasped her hair and she whimpered as she shook her head fervently, desperation filling her as she knew she only had ten minutes left, how could she climax in ten minutes? She nodded, knowing what the or else meant, and she knew that he'd be hanging that over her head for the rest of her life as she felt him undoing her arm binder, then unbinding her leg and removing the gag. She was sore all over as she worked her jaw, and felt him pulling down her panties. She shuddered at the sticky feeling of them and flushed a deep red as he told her she was to wear that to dinner, she wanted to argue, but knew better not to. She stood up as she stumbled to the restroom, her body protesting her every movement as she let out a groan and stepped into the shower as she saw him set aside the items she would have to wear for dinner. She sighed in relief, feeling the hot water caress her muscles as her body loosened up under the stream and she begin to wash herself. It felt good to step out of the shower clean, but she looked to the clothes that she had to wear and bit her lower lip.

She then put on her panties, shuddering at the sticky, almost slimy feeling of her cum soaked panties and slipped the white dress over her head. She looked at the toys and knew that if she didn't put them on as well, her punishment would be worse and so she strapped the vibrator to her inner thigh beneath the dress and then she pushed the dildo up into her sensitive hole, shuddering as she flushed a deeper red of humiliation and degradation. She used to be a girl who would fight against her brother and who would struggle and do anything to try to fight back, now she was reduced to someone who followed his every order in the feeble hope that he'd have mercy on her. Someone who was filled with desire and need nearly every waking moment of her day and she bit her lower lip as she headed down, hearing the doorbell. At least she would get to see her friend, Rebecca, which was a plus, she went and took her spot at the dinner table as she heard her brother answer the door and greet Rebecca.

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Rebecca rang the doorbell as she saw Christopher answer the door and she smiled again softly, blushing a fierce red, "Well....thank you and of course I would come." She nodded and stepped inside and peeked into the kitchen as she saw Hope. She smiled, and hurried to the kitchen, giving her friend a squeezing hug as she said, "I tried to stop by earlier but you were taking a nap, I'm sorry about that." She frowned and then said, "It's not like you to take a nap so early in the day, are you feeling alright." She looked at Hope as she sat down beside her and waited for Christopher to join them as Hope explained to her what had happened and why.

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Hope saw Rebecca and hugged her back as she murmured, "oh well last night....I sorta got sick with the 24 hour flu, you know the works, but I took some medicine and laid down, and I'm feeling a lot better now." She cringed on the inside, knowing she was lying to her friend and she hated lying, but knew that if she didn't they'd both be in trouble. She smiled and looked at the door, seeing her brother stride into the room as she noticed the malicious gleam in his eyes. She bit her lower lip and shuddered to think of what it might mean as she smiled again, plastering on a fake smile as she watched her brother, wondering what he was going to do. She knew that he had the remote to the vibrator attached to her leg and the dildo inserted in her pussy and she wondered how she would make it through dinner tonight.
 
With the pieces in place, all that remained was for the person of the hour to arrive. And when she did, his eyes gleamed with malice. "Ah! I'm glad you could come over! Hope has been so worried because you worry about her a bit!" he chuckled, watching the two embrace. He didn't quite know whether or not Rebecca was smart enough to sense something was amiss, but it was clear his sex slave was doing her part in trying to stave off suspicion. "I believe all that studying did stress her out...I tried my best to convince my dear and cute sister to relax, but she just won't...I love that dedication in her." he said, smiling as he spiked up the vibrations, wondering if Rebecca would notice. "She reminds me of my brother, her father. Stubborn as a mule, so determined!" he joked. Then, turning down the vibrator, he let her have a moment of relief that was sure not to last long.

"Come in! Have a seat! Dinner will be ready soon." he said, patting Hope's back. "Care to give our guest a glass of water, my dear?" he asked. The way he expected her to behave was not as a subservient girl, but someone who would joke around and often play along. He wanted to come off as a casual yet caring and responsible step-brother to Hope. "In the meanwhile, I've been dying to ask; how did you two meet?" He asked curiously, as he sat on the table. While she was bringing the pitcher, he turned on the vibrator at low, smiling as the arousal was sure to strike her ultra-sensitive pussy. If he spiked it at maximum speed, she no doubt would cum in the open before him and his guest.

Taking the casserole out of the oven, potato gratin with cheese smelled quite good. "Now now, I know you have a big appetite, Hope, but please wait until we serve our guest first." he said, taking a seat with them. Placing a portion upon her plate, he smiled creepily for a moment, before returning to his usual disposition. "Oh, I remember you: I was there when your mother needed surgery to remove that auto part that was stuck to her heart during a car crash, right?" he remembered, the spur of the moment enough for him to place the vibrations at maximum for but a split second, to the point where it made a rather audible buzz out of nowhere. No doubt, he looked to see her reaction. "I never knew the daughter of my patient was actually friends with my adopted sister..." he smiled in glee. There was no knock-out drugs on her food, neither in her drink. A night of acquaintance worked for him to gauge her life and how easy it will be to enslave her.

He took on the facade of the ideal brother; the type of person that Hope would earnestly pray for to take care of her instead of the tyrannical mad man who kept her enslaved.
 
Hope tried to contain herself as the vibrations were spiked up, but still a shiver went down her spine as she laughed a bit and smiled, "Well you know, it's the senior year and it's been cramming for tests and senior project, you know I want to do well this year, dear god, I wouldn't want to be a super senior." She made a face and scoffed as she felt him turn down the vibrator as she squirmed slightly and nodded, glad to have the distraction as she nodded and got up, moving into the kitchen as she got the ice cube tray out from the freezer and got out a pitcher. She cracked the ice cubes and dumped them into the pitcher before filling it with water and grabbing a few glasses as she headed back to the table. Shivers had been rolling up and down her spine as her juices dripped lightly, coating her legs and she set down the pitcher and the glasses as she poured water for Rebecca, Christopher and then for herself as she sat down. Goosebumps prickling her skin as she let out her breath as she plastered on the smile again, shifting in her seat as she took a drink of her water to distract her from the vibrating.

She heard him asking Rebecca questions and she went ahead and let her answer them as she chuckled at Christopher's remark, hating the feeling that she was his puppet on strings that he was controlling. She murmured, "Well lately, I've been feeling as if I can eat a cow, I think my time might be coming up here shortly." She helped herself to some casserole after he had dished Rebecca some and the her eyes widened as he spiked it to maximum as she squirmed, a barely audible moan coming from her as she felt her juices start to drip heavier. Then the speed was lowered as she forced a smile back on and dug into her meal, wishing her brother was really the man he played when she was alone with him as a shiver went through her.

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Rebecca smiled and thanked Hope for the water and the Christopher for the food as she smiled and started to eat. She just chewed her first bite as she smiled and said, "Well, I remember I was the new girl in school and Hope was the first one who was nice to me and treated me as if I was welcome and since then we've been friends. And yes, that's my mom, speaking of which, she asked me before I came over here if I could ask you something, she said to ask if it's normal that she's been suffering from pain in her chest these last few days, centered around her heart? And yeah what a coincidence." She heard a buzz and she felt her pocket for her phone, pulling it out and looking at the screen quizzically as she looked up and asked, "did you hear that? Also this cassarole is really good, what did you use in it?" She blushed and took another bite and chased it down with the water as she smiled at Hope and then raised an eyebrow at the shivers and the goosebumps as she murmured, "oh dear do you still have the chills from the flu?"

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Hope looked up and swallowed, finishing her bite of casserole as she nodded, "oh it's nothing, I can live through it, it's just the chills that's all." She smiled and shrugged, as she rubbed her hands vigorously against her hands and legs to get the goosebumps to stop appearing and the shivers to stop as she said, "see it's no big deal, I'll just rest some more tonight and be better by school on monday."
 
Rebecca wasn't as dull as she first appeared to be. On the contrary, given her glasses, he knew that she was a smart and perceptive girl. He had to be careful so as to not fail in his attempt to capture her. As for her question, he replied with the typical "Ahh. Well, it should still be the scars healing over. I suggest take pain medications, but if it gets worse just talk to the Doctor about it." he said, laughing nervously. "To be honest, I don't really know much about being a doctor and all..ehehehe..." If it had been another life, he may never have shown her his cruelty. Now...all he left for her was a horrible impression; a fuck slave reduced from a once cheerful and upbeat girl.

"Sounds like you and Hope go way back." he said, smiling. "Well, you see, I added cream of Cheddar. Really brings out the casserole's taste." he said, smiling as he turned up the vibration to really high, to further Hope's humiliation. He then feigned concern. "I...Is everything alright there, sister?" he asked, "You're quite warm...are you sure you'll be fine?" Just as he mentioned that and probably, just when she was about to reach a step closer to climax, he turned off the vibrator.

Smiling, he told Hope "You should go wash up in the bathroom...maybe wash your face?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned, when all the while he hid his malicious grin. "As for you, Rebecca, I've been wondering...am I...strict?" he asked, sighing. "You know, I'm a bit over protective and all, asking her to keep a strict curfew. Part of the reason she fretted was because of my curfew...but I want to keep my precious sister safe!" While he spoke sentimentally, he spiked up the vibration, wondering if she would indeed orgasm. The scent of her arousal was barely there but could still be smelled, of her arousal and excitement which would further grow as the arousal was atleast going to make her panties slightly wetter, suffused with her sexual juices.
 
Hope jolted as he turned up the vibrations once more as she was eating, she managed to swallow the food, but then her body flushed and she trembled as she thought that she was going to climax and then she felt him turn it off. She trembled slightly, looking from between him and Rebecca as she murmured, "Well.........Well, I suppose, I'll go wash my face, maybe that'll help the fever a bit, I swore, I thought it was gone, it must have just crept back up on me." She gave a sheepish smile as she shrugged, stood up and headed for the bathroom. She stepped inside and just as she did, she felt him spike the vibrations again, she gasped out as she gripped the bathroom counter, her juices dripping more heavily as she let out a low, quiet whimper and moan, shivers rolling down her spine as she tried to listen to what Rebecca and Christopher were talking about.

Hope leaned up against the door after patting her face down with a cold wet rag, sighing in relief as she tried to listen to the conversation, wondering what Christopher had up his sleeve for the night. She frowned, and hoped he wasn't planning on doing anything to Rebecca, she didn't do anything to deserve this treatment and Hope feared that this treatment might be a bit to harsh on Rebecca. She shook her head, trying to get the vivid images out as she took the wet rag and patted her forehead again as she blushed and grumbled a bit to herself. \

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"oh well that's alright, I can tell her that and then if the pain gets worse, I'll just send her to a doctor. And wow, it does, is that all? It can do wonder's on this casserole." Rebecca was trying to make light talk, but she kept glancing at Hope, her brow furrowing as she noticed the way her face had flushed and trembles went through her. Rebecca also noticed the way Hope was eating as if she were starving and the way she was being unnervingly quiet as she heard Christopher's question, she nodded in agreement, "You should go Hope, don't worry, in a few minutes, you'll be able to join us again." She looked at Christopher and bit her lower lip, blushing a fierce red, part of her wanting to say no, but instead she said, "well, a little bit, Christopher, I mean Hope is a Senior, one day she'll be in college, in a dorm without you being able to look out for her, and yes, she does need to focus a bit more in school, since it's her senior year, but maybe allowing her to stay out until 6:00 or even 6:30 PM wouldn't be so bad, she'd have until at least 10:00 to get her homework done, do you see what I mean?" She smiled sheepishly, blushing, here she though she would never be having a conversation with her crush, and now she was, as she bit her lower lip and looked towards the bathroom, before facing him again.
 
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