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A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

For her better, Hope should watch her words lest they come off as standoffish to him. But for now, for Hope's sake, he simply pretended to be concerned, as if ready to stand and follow her. "She'll be fine..." he reassured to himself, out loud. With that, he sighed. "I'm just so worried about her...Do you think...I'm a part of that?" he tried to sound so very reasonable and kind to Rebecca, as if wanting to impart a positive image. All the while, he spiked the vibrator to maximum, as if intending for her to orgasm at this point, when combined with her extremely sensitive pussy from moments before, he wondered how she would hold given how stressed she was.

"Mhmmm...I'll think about it. I'm just so cautious and extremely worried about my precious Hope. It's just...just...you know..." he began to sniffle, pretending like he was getting worked up and sad. Hope should know he was simply playing on a facade. "Ever since she lost her parents I've been so protective of her, even...overly. I just don't want to lose my beloved Hope. I'm starting to think of myself as a father to her..." He tried to plead his case, trying to further impress Rebecca. By now he knew that she had a crush on him, based on how flustered she was. "B-but, you're right. I was a bit stingy. Sorry about that. I will apologize to her for it and I will take your advice. Dessert for you?" he asked, taking out some cake that he had shared with her just yesterday, a small treat that became undone when she arrived home late.

When Hope did inevitably join them, for the sake of appearances he offered her some cake, then asked Rebecca "So, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked casually, probing even further.
 
Hope bit her bottom lip hard as she climaxed, again, lifting the hem of her dress, as the puddle formed beneath her, her eyes fluttered, her breathing was heavy and trembles ran through her, her skin feverish to the touch as she let out a soft moan, the vibrator still on maximum as she wondered if he would turn it down. She let out a whimper and splashed water onto her face as she heard him pretending to cry, she almost scoffed, as if he cared for her that much. She shook her head and when she was calm, and she felt him put the vibrator on low again, she walked out to join them for dessert. She sat down and chewed her lower lip as she smiled at Rebecca and Christopher and thanked him for the cake as she begin to eat.

She almost coughed out as he asked the question, she knew that Rebecca didn't have a boyfriend and wasn't the least bit interested in boys. That was until she heard her answer and she sputtered out again, she didn't know that Rebecca had, had a crush, on who? Then, she took in her smile, her flushed cheeks, her dilated eyes, no way, Rebecca couldn't have a crush on her brother, that couldn't happen. However, she decided to ask her monday as she coughed and patted her chest, "Rebecca, I never knew you had a crush!"

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Rebecca frowned slightly and shook her head as he asked her first question, "Well, no, but at the same time you could loosen the reigns a bit, I mean she is eighteen years old. And ohhhhhh, well that's touching, Christopher." Again her heart melted and she smiled at the sight as she thought he might actually start crying. She nodded and smiled as she said, "yes please." She smiled as Hope joined them, looking relieved and better, "Hope, I'm happy that you look better and was able to join us for dessert." Then she heard the next question and it made her sputter on her spoonful of cake she had just bitten into. She shook her head, finished eating and then said, "Well, I don't really have a boyfriend, no, but I have a crush." She blushed a fierce red as she looked at Hope and gave a quick shake of her head as if to say "I'll tell you, Monday, at school, not here." She smiled and took another bite of cake as she looked back at Christopher, her blush darkening as she was suddenly self-conscious and hoped it wasn't painfully obvious as she took a drink of water, happy for the distraction.
 
The way the two talked was reminiscent of a time long past; he witnessed genuine euphoria upon her visit, much to the miserable and saddened slave that he had grown accustomed to seeing. Oh these fun times...it would be sad to see them end. With that, he smiled and played along. "Ohohoho...maybe you should say your feelings. Perhaps they're feeling the same way?" he asked, teasing her softly. Giving her that advice would further the idea that he was a kind, gentle and quiet master, totally contrary to the things that she had experienced. "But, what is it about your crush that you I like about them?" He asked curiously, taking a portion out of the cake.

Then, while that occurred, he began to raise the speed of her vibrator, slowly driving her closer and closer to yet another orgasm... in front of Annie?! Was he insane? Even so, the vibrator continues to rub against her clit, he wanted to see if Rebecca would notice the buzzing that formed near towards her. All the while, he asked her "You know, Rebecca, you've been a gorgeous woman." he complimented Rebecca, smiling as he expected the results of the added pressure with the vibrator?
 
Hope was enjoying her cake and she thought that, perhaps, Christopher was done for tonight as she enjoyed her portion of the cake and listened to them talk. Then, she felt him rising the speed of the vibrator as he eyes widened slightly, shivers rolling down her spine as he drove her closer and closer to the edge once more. A small moan passed through her lips, and her skin flushed once more as she trembled and shook, seeing Rebecca look over at her in concern. She bit her lower lip as she was nearer and nearer to the edge and she didn't want to orgasm in front of Rebecca, oh, the humiliation of it. She was trying to fight it off, knowing that she was wobbling on the edge of an orgasm, ready to fall down and release herself, but she knew that she would be humiliated beyond compare as she continued to fight off the orgasm.

She forced a smile, towards Rebecca and shrugged lightly as if to say, I'm alright as she resumed eating her cake, squirming in her seat as she let out another low moan. She chased the cake down with her water as she heard Christopher's compliment, making her splutter as she coughed on the water and looked up, looking between her brother and Rebecca, desperate for relief as Rebecca started to ask questions. She spoke up, her voice quivering slightly as she asked her brother, "may I be excused to go to the restroom, Christopher?" It was getting harder and harder to fight off the impending orgasm as another low moan left her.

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Rebecca flushed a deep red and shook her head and murmured, "oh........I.......I don't know if I could do that. Well, my crush is nice, kind, a gentleman, really, and he's charming." Rebecca sighed, lovestruck as she flushed and looked at him, smiling softly. She had started to enjoy her cake as well as she started to hear a low buzzing sound again, she looked towards Hope, her brow furrowing as she saw the shivers, and trembles once more, saw the flushed look of her skin and heard the low moans. If Rebecca didn't know any better, she'd almost say that Hope was acting as if she were a cat in heat as she looked at Christopher as he complimented her as she flushed and murmured, "oh well, thank you, that....that's really nice of you to say, do you know what that sound is?" She looked to Hope again as she noticed a small wet spot on her dress by her crotch, her eyes widened slightly as she grew more and more curious.

She reached down and tugged up on the dress as she noticed the devices and her eyes widened slightly as she murmured, "oh..oh my, what in the world.....?" She let the dress fall back down as she looked between Hope and Christopher, so many questions burning through her mind as she heard Hope ask to be excused.
 
Christopher smiled wickedly, but in a flash that was gone when she asked to be excused. "You don't need to ask for my permission, Hope. But please do. You don't look so well...are you sure you'll be fine?" he asked. Again with the whole Big Brother act. He could tell that Rebecca was swallowing all that up, but now he was 90% sure she was talking about him. How quaint; his prey had the hots for him! Isn't that going to make it easier?! Even so, he tried to hold her up, her low moans and her vibrator making a little audible noise. When she was close by, he slipped the remote to her pockets, trying to shift the blame to her as juices darkened the cloth near her groin and of course, the seat. The smell of her arousal thickened, dampened with arousal the atmosphere was suffused with her sexual fluids.

He was genuinely surprised when he saw Rebecca walk up, tugging up the hem of her skirt to reveal the wire that connected to he crotch, the stump of the vibrating dildo sticking out and the wetness and juices dampening and dripping down and along her inner thighs, to which the strap that connected the power source was located. "W-wha...what are you-" He gasped out, playing innocent in all of this as he swatted out Rebecca's hand that held it out, looking towards Hope as he told her "I...I can't believe this...y-you...I..." he tried to act flabbergasted by all this. "G-g-...go to the washroom." he said, almost guiding her there as he sighed, a flush on his cheeks.

"W-w...what was...that?" he asked, acting surprised and very upset, at the same time. "I...Was that where the buzzing was coming from?" Like a guardian surprised upon seeing masturbation, he tried to sound extremely overprotective and concerned.
 
Hope had just stood up, when she felt a tug on her dress, and her eyes widened as she flushed a deep red, feeling something of light weight slip into her pocket. She heard Christopher playing the innocent one and she flushed a even darker red, knowing she had to play along, or it would be over for her and for Rebecca. She let him steer her towards the restroom as she flushed and got there, shutting and locking the door, humiliated beyond compare as she fumbled for the remote, stopped the device, stripped and got in the shower again, letting the water wash the smell and the stickiness away after she had removed the devices from her leg and her sex. She let out a low whimper, how could he humiliate her like that in front of Rebecca? She stayed in the shower, hearing them talk as she washed herself off.

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Rebecca flushed as she heard Christopher and felt him swat her hand away, as she went and sat back down. She bit her lower lip, a small giggle coming from her as she then became serious, as she heard Christopher return and she nodded, frowning as she nodded and murmured, "I think that was where the vibrating was coming from, yeah." She bit her lower lip as she murmured, "perhaps, I....I should go and you can deal with Hope and this...........this situation." Rebecca had stood back up, her cake 3/4s of the way done as she looked at Christopher, she was still flushed and lovestruck by him, and it struck her even more to hear how upset he was about this and how concerned, she smiled, her eyes still dilated with the feeling of being completely twitterpated as she shrugged and murmured, "well.......she's 18 now, and maybe she just has certain needs that need to be met, you know?"
 
She played right into his act, something that made him smile sadistically inward. But outside, he pretended to be confused; unsure how to react and not sure what to feel, which should be natural considering he felt utterly confused and embarrassed by all this. "W-w-well...How did he get a hold of that...that thing?!" he asked, flushing up when he heard that she pretty much accepted that fact. He seemed so embarrassed, flushing as much as she was. Then, he tried to fix his composure, not really wanting to answer the last part to her words. "A-ahh...But still...I can't-" he stopped right there, going back to apologizing to Rebecca. "I...I'm really sorry about all this, Rebecca. I'll talk to Hope about what happened tonight, I promise." he said, "But please...don't let this end your friendship...maybe she's just longing for something...But..." He led her towards the door, feeling his composure returning.

"I'm sorry again for what happened today." he appologized. "Please don't think ill of Hope." he whispered, but then, he tried to ward that thought off. "Maybe I'd want to meet your crush someday...he sounds like a very pleasant person." he whispered. "Do you want to come by for Dinner some time? You're always welcome!" he said, smiling as he waved good bye. And with the door closed, his facade was lost as his smile returned.

"Good work, slut." he whispered, walking right up to his naked and now-dried slave, towel wrapped around her body. His hands were eager to molest her, hands stroking right against her breasts and her vagina. "Did you enjoy showing your slutty body before your friend?" he asked, "If you told any more I would have taken her right there and now.
 
Rebecca bit her lower lip, wanting him to stop being so embarrassed, it was also hard for her to accept the fact that Hope had done such a thing over dinner. She flushed a bit as she stood up and went over and hugged Christopher as she heard his composure returning as she nodded. Then she flushed, realizing she'd just hugged him as she murmured, "Well it is a bit strange, but maybe she just needs a boyfriend or a crush, like me, then she could fantasize about them instead." She sighed softly, and then flustered as she murmured, realizing her mistake, "no..........no..not that I fantasize about my.....my crush, I was just saying and sure I'd like to come over for dinner, but.........but I don't think my crush would be able to come, maybe I can come over after school on Monday?" She flushed and looked at him, still utterly twitterpated, but he seemed to be alright now as she shrugged and then nodded as she waved goodbye and started walking home for the night, humming and whistling to herself.

She felt good about dinner, although, she thought it strange that Hope would turn to such volatile objects to please her. She also was flustered about the dinner because she had let slip that she had a crush. She was sure that Hope would be questioning her about that on Monday at school, but at least she could question Hope about the whole device thing and it wouldn't be so bad. She hummed and whistled as she got home and went up, getting dressed for bed, before he fell asleep.

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Hope flinched at the name he used for her, and wished for the brother he had played over dinner as she felt him rubbing her breasts and her vagina through the thin fabric of the towel. She flushed and her mouth got the better of her as she first said, "Enjoyed it? I was completely humiliated by the show you put on tonight, why did you have to do that?" She looked down, slapping a hand over her mouth before she said something that she regretted as she tried to pull the towel tighter against her body, a moan coming from her as her juices begin to coat his fingers. Then she asked, "Can.....Can I just go rest, and go to sleep for tonight, please, Master?" She bit her lower lip, hoping that he wouldn't remember the second part of her punishment from before dinner as she frowned slightly, she hadn't cum twice as he had commanded her to do and she bit her lower lip, exhausted from the day's events as she looked at him.
 
Christopher did remember the things that Rebecca said; the way he gasped softly in surprise, in firm agreement with her advice and thoughts. By manipulating her heart, it would be easy to slowly enslave her, turning her into something close to Hope; a gibbering sex slave used for his exclusive pleasure. When he heard her words, he fell into long silence, his eyes seemingly showing his disapproval. Of course, the fact she spoke out of turn meant that she was going to be punished. "To be honest, I was planning to give you some rest, but given how you ran your foul mouth, I'm going to scratch that plan. But, I will transfer your punishment up to tomorrow instead. That good acting deserves some credit." he whispered, smiling as he softly ran his hand through her hair.

It was only Saturday, so for sure the following day was going to be filled with more torture and training, as if she needed it. Stroking her beautiful platinum blonde locks, he gave it a deep smell, cherishing the scent of shampoo as he whispered "You smell clean...it's almost as pleasant as smelling you reeking of sex. I hope you've learned your lesson tonight." he whispered, as he attached her collar anew, taking what looked like a ball gag. He forced it into her mouth slowly, strapping it tight. She was to sleep ball-gagged for her words previously.

"Don't forget to wake up tommorow and make breakfast, alright, whore?" he told her, taking her towards her 'bed'; which was nothing more than a single pillow and a thin cloth that was barely enough to cover her curled up body. She was leashed to one bed post, forced to sleep there. If she had been a good girl she would have been allowed to sleep beside him. After giving her a chance to go to the bathroom once more, she was chained instead to his bed, his fingers softly stroking her nipples and her pussy. "Maybe...maybe I should take you right now. Your pookie is just so tender~" he teased, softly tonguing her vagina and clit.
 
Hope bit her lower lip as he fell silent for a long time, as she saw the disapproval for her outburst and her foul mouth. It had gotten better, she used to swear and call him names, but she still had spoke out of turn. She flushed as she felt him running his hand through her hair as she shivered at his words, knowing tomorrow would be a torturous day as she bit her bottom lip, feeling him stroke and smell her hair, and she wanted to jerk away, but she stayed still as she nodded, she had learnt her lesson for tonight. She looked down as he attached a collar and then she saw the ball gag and she shook her head, a small whimper coming from her, she didn't want to be gagged, not through the night, again. She knew though, not to fight back as he forced her mouth open, forcing it in and strapping it in place as she nodded to his words, a garbled murmur coming from her, "es...Aster."

She followed him towards the bed that she had to sleep in when she had been bad and she looked at him pleading with her eyes as a muffled whimper left her when he allowed her to go to the restroom before chaining her to his bed. She curled up on the pillow as she laid her head down and then she felt his fingers on her nipples and her pussy. A muffled moan left her mouth as she squirmed, her nipples hardening as her juices dripped and she shook her head fervently as he mentioned the idea of taking her now as she felt his fingers softly touching her vagina and clit and another muffled moan left her as she wish she at least had clothes on that she could sleep in, on the bed as she pressed her tongue against the ball gag, pressing against it in vain.
 
Hearing the muffled screams that followed his threat, he looked deep into Hope's eyes, her naked form quivering at his very touch. He felt little guilt from abusing his once precious sister, her body now left for him to enjoy, toyed and tortured day in, day out. "I'm looking forward to tommorow...for that, I'll just leave you for now." he whispered, softly stroking her neck with his tongue. "Good night, slave~" he cooed into her ear, gently pinching her right nipple before pulling the blanket over their joined bodies. And so, even with her body ferociously abused and tortured, rest came quickly. And so too, he fell asleep, after he had softly tickled her lower body, plump lips wistfully touched and stroked ever so gently. If he had only been so soft, perhaps her slavery would not have been so harsh.

And so, from the void of darkness, a single ray of light came. "Glad to see you'd wake up." he whispered, softly stroking her hair. Given the gag, she drooled in her sleep, her face slightly flustered. Her gentle yet perky nipples sticking out, his hands were quick to get to work. "Wear your apron; it's time to cook breakfast." he said. She was lucky today: she wouldn't be put on an arm binder and forced to endure repeated orgasms until he finished eating; today she was cooking and perhaps, she would be allowed to dine with him. Placing her apron on, he led her downstairs, where he hoped she would finish cooking his meal. "If that gag is removed, I will not hold back in spanking you." he whispered, his threat all too real as he turned on a vibrator, one that he had planted onto her pussy with the remote at her thighs.

This was going to be a long day.
 
Hope shivered as he continued to touch her and goosebumps rose along her skin where he had, moments ago, dragged his tongue as a moan of longing left her. Drool dripped down her chin as she groaned and nodded, a sigh of relief passing through her gagged mouth as he tugged the covers up over them, pinching her nipple as she moaned out louder as she felt him stroking her pussy lips, her lips glistening with juices as her eyes fluttered closed with exhaustion and she fell asleep. She slept soundly and then she blinked her eyes open as she saw the rays of sunlight and she heard his voice. She felt her chin covered in drool as she looked at him, blinking and stretching as she felt him, undoing the chain that held her to the bed, attached to the collar around her neck. She stood up as she allowed him to put on an apron, glad that she was cooking, it'd be a reprieve if only for a hour or so. She followed him down stairs, unaware that as he was unchaining her, he had also placed a vibrator on her, and she felt him turn it on as she jolted, hearing his words, her eyes wide. She wanted to take the gag off and work the stiffness out of her mouth, but she left it on, knowing it'd be worse if she took it off and she moaned out, the vibrator turned on low.

She begin to cook, eggs, bacon, and pancakes as he left her to her duties as he got ready for the day and there were times as she was whisking the eggs and the batter where she had reached up, wanting to take off the ball gag, only to drop her hands back down to her side as a small muffled whimper came from her. She finished up breakfast, just as soon as he strolled back downstairs and she fixed him up a plate, still gagged and drooling as she set it down in the spot that he sat each day and she poured him a glass of orange juice as she looked at him, trembling slightly, knowing she had built up punishment from yesterday for today as she wondered if he would at least let her eat and dine with him, take off the ball gag and eat to gain energy for the day as she looked at him, and she reached up to wipe the drool away from her chin, but then thought better of it and stopped before she could wipe it away as she put her hands back down by her side.
 
She had to be careful not to get any of her drool onto the food; the last time he did, he tied her up for three hours, making her drool until she filled a small container, as punishment for her recklessness when cooking. And true to his threat prior; if she did so again, he would lengthen her punishment until he felt she had learned her lesson. "Thank you, slut." he replied, softly spanking her rear as she went over to pour him some orange juice. She did well to avoid the spittle from falling into his drink, something he would applaud her for. While he took the newspaper to eat, he told her, "Elbows together. Stand perfectly still, back straight, elbows together. Now." he commanded, gesturing with his hands for her to do so. He wanted her to practice various positions, mostly to improve her stature and to further condition her body to endure greater bondage and tortures. After all, a more flexible body suffers less under such strenuous positions!

"Coffee. Two sugar only, slave." he commanded, holding out a coffee mug for her to fill. When he got what he desired, he rewarded her by spiking up the vibrations that she would no doubt endure. "Thank you, slut. Now, assume the position again." he commanded, eating slowly to further her suffering. Hearing her stomach grumble, he suddenly stopped, turning towards her. "You seem hungry. Why not join me?" he asked, smiling as he walked over, removing her ball gag. But of course, before that... "Cum first." he said, "Masturbate before me and I'll let you eat some leftovers from yesterday." he whispered, baiting her with some sustenance.

"I'll give you a little more rest before we begin your conditioning, so eat up, whore!" he whispered, heating up the leftovers on the microwave as she soon began to do as he pleased.
 
Hope shivered and whimpered, muffled as she tried her best and managed not to drool on his food or his drink, as she knew what would happen if she did and she jolted as he spanked her rear. She heard his command, watching him eat, her stomach growling as she put her elbows together, placing her arms behind her back, and rolling her shoulders back until her spine and back was straight and perfect as she let out a muffled whimper. She hated being his puppet on a string and then looked as he passed her the coffee mug and she nodded, flinching at the command and name, it was hardly ever that he called her by her name, Hope, he called her most of the time slave, or slut. She poured him a cup of coffee, and popped two sugar cubes into it, before passing it to him. She let out a muffled yelp as he spiked the vibrations and she tried to shake her head fervently as she moaned out, her juices beginning to drip heavier as she placed her arms behind her back, putting her elbows back together and standing straight and still, at least trying to with the vibrations on high.

She felt him remove the ball gag and she sighed in relief, working her jaw. She wanted to protest to leftovers from yesterday, she wanted some of the eggs, bacon and pancakes that he was eating, but she knew that if she complained she might not get anything. She whimpered, as she reached down to touch her swollen, drenched and wet lips as she begin to rub her clit and her nub, along with the vibrations, it wasn't long before she was brought over the edge. Her body flushed a deep red, goosebumps rising up along her arms and legs as her muscles begin to clench and the climax built up inside her as she moaned out, her eyes fluttering and her breathing heavy with need. She soon released, cumming as the juices came squirting out again, dripping down her legs as she shuddered at the feeling, hearing him set a plate down of left overs at her spot at the table.

She went over and sat down as she begin to eat, sighing a bit in relief, but she didn't like the way he had said conditioning, conditioning for what? She shuddered at the thought, and continued to eat, her jaw sore from being open all night by the ball gag as she ate, nodding at his words as she bit her bottom lip, soon finishing what he had given her and chasing it down with the water. She looked at him, wondering if he was done and praying that he wasn't done yet, as it would mean the true beginning of her day of punishment and conditioning.
 
He ought to have recorded that little show she displayed, with her legs splayed and her hands working up her crotch. Her face flushed, he watched her embarrass herself before her master, leaving herself open and bared for him to see. "So, slave, what did you dream about?" he asked, softly reaching over to casually rub and grope her breast. She still had to grow her chest area, but it mattered not; her nipples were sensitive and healing her squeal as clothespins were attached brought him no greater pleasure! As she finished eating, as he had promised he brought her to his room, where he threw her into the bed, removing her ball gag. "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be in a nightmare you'd wish to wake from. And so, he let his cute little slave rest, knowing that her next position was to be utterly grueling and strenuous.

All the while, he prepared the ropes for her, smiling as the time went by as she fell asleep so soundly. After arranging all of the sex toys, he slowly injected some drug that made her fall unconscious in her sleep, wanting her to wake up with a jolt feeling the ropes all over her body. With his slave limp and steady, he then walked forward to prepare her body.

"It's time, slave." he told her, slowly rousing her to wakefulness. Right before her were ropes, gags, sex toys, all laid out onto the floor. "Before we begin our little session, why don't you have a little talk with a familiar friend?" he asked, as he began to dial Rebecca's number. "Maybe you can explain what happened yesterday at dinner..." Of course she had to lie, lest her master punish her for telling the truth...
 
Hope let out a soft moan as she groped and rubbed her breasts and she tried to shake her head fervently as she trembled slightly, feeling him pick her up as if she weighed nothing and carry her to his room. She let out a quiet whimper of fear as he placed the ball gag back into her mouth and threw her onto the bed as she looked at him, her eyes wide as he explained to her what would happen. She let out a muffled whimper, but soon her eyes were fluttering close and she soon fell asleep, stirring once or twice. She felt a prick against her skin and it wasn't long before she was unconscious, her body going limp and slack as she slept soundly, but soon after a few hours, she awoke to see Christopher hovering over her, but she could also see ropes, sex toys, and different gags laid out on the floor as a sharp shiver went through her. She worked her jaw as he once again removed the drool covered ball gag, her chin drenched with drool as she let out a whimper and knew that she had to comply.

She heard the phone ringing on the other line and her cheeks flushed, partly with humiliation and partly with anger, she didn't want to lie to her friend again, she hated it. Though, she knew that if she didn't, things for her and her friend would get a lot worse than they were now. She heard Rebecca answer and she spoke, clearing her throat, so she could be properly heard. "Hey, Rebecca, it's Hope, yeah, I'm sorry about the other night, last night. I guess..........I just need a boyfriend or a crush, as the older I get, I get these cravings to be pleasured by a man.........it's weird, I know and I am sorry." Hope winced at the obvious lie as she looked to Christopher, swallowing hard, her eyes flickering to the tools he had laid out for her and she had to bite down hard on her tongue to stop herself from blurting out help me. The urge to cry for help was strong, though, and she struggled to fight it off as she waited for Rebecca's response.

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Rebecca smiled as she heard Hope's voice upon picking up the phone, she was lying in bed, just watching her favorite show as she murmured, "hey Hope, what's up and how's it going?" She frowned and the flushed as she heard her apologize for the other night and then a small giggle left her, though, it was a giggle of embarrassment as she murmured, "oh well, you know those types of things happen Hope, but next time tell me when you have such urges and I can take you to a place to get rid of those urges properly and to make sure that it doesn't have to happen at the dinner table again. So, tomorrow night is it cool if I come over and hang out with you and Christopher after school?" She smiled, tossing the remote control back and forth between her hands as she waited for a response and answer to her question.

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Hope flushed a deep red, as she heard the question, she wanted to blurt out no, the last thing that Rebecca needed was to get involved with this. Yet, she looked at Christopher, saying, "hold on, let me ask my brother." She held the receiving end of the phone against her chest as she asked, "Rebecca's wondering if she could come over tomorrow after school, if that's okay?" She wanted to prolong the phone conversation, to avoid her punishment, but she knew that if she did, her punishment would just be longer as she sat up, biting her lower lip as she waited for a response from her brother.
 
Sometimes, he was amazed with himself; just how was it that he was able too carry on with a facade this good, to maintain his composure in public without falling into the temptation to just drop down and fuck her senseless? Hearing her talk, he noticed the tears beginning to fall. Oh sweet Rebecca, ever so clueless of what went on within their household...and soon enough, she too will finally learn just what occurs inside the closed doors. "Ah? Coming over? Of course, Of course!" That glimmer in his eyes seemed to betray his intentions, smiling as he plotted just what should happen to Rebecca. When he watched his precious Hope finish the call, he knelt down, softly running his hand through platinum blonde strands.

"There's no need to be scared...I won't hurt you yet. You did well, so you will be rewarded. I'm in a good mood today..." he told her. For now, she would be spared. Of course, this was all as to prepare her for the inevitable betrayal of her friend. After all...if she was more inclined to follow him in hopes that he would act like this to her for the rest of her life...the greater the chance of success his little escapade will be.

"Tell me, slave, what do YOU want to do?" he asked, for the first time giving her a chance to do as she pleased. He was willing to give her almost anything she desired; bed rest, a bath, a normal day, anything. "I've decided...that since you've done well with your training, I'm going to reward you for being good...this is what you've worked for all this time, Hope...my love..." He made sure to exaggerate the last words, wanting to hook her into the false idea of his kindness...
 
Hope bit her bottom lip, she had been hoping he would say no, she didn't want Rebecca getting mixed up with this, but she put the phone back up to her ear and said, "Chris said yes, you can come over, so anyway, I have some homework to do for tomorrow, I should let you go......................alright see you tomorrow, bye." She clicked off the phone as she looked at him, she didn't like the glimmer in his eyes, it always meant that he was plotting or planning something and she bit her lower lip as she watched him kneel down and felt him run his hand through her blonde strands. She shivered slightly and then looked at him as she listened, a sigh of relief coming from her, though, tears still dripped down her face.

She listened to him, and another sigh of relief came from her, he was going to let her choose what would happen today. She heard him call him by her name, followed by my love and she looked at him, wondering if he was being serious, but she decided to take her chances. It would be a while before she got another chance like this as she looked up at him, her lower lip slowly stopped trembling and she stopped crying as she murmured, "Well.......maybe a normal day, with meals and rest, and just a normal day......" She wondered if he would keep his word, and she was nervous that he wouldn't as she looked to the tools he had laid out once more, a shiver running through him as she looked back at him.
 
"A normal day? My my, you're asking for too much..." Yes, that was her reality: the past could never return, those happy days she spent before she had to commit such a heinous crime....a sex slave in return for his silence. He softly whispered "Are you so quick as to jeopardize my generosity? Let's start small, shall we?" he asked, telling her of unfeasible her dream was...a dream of a kindly master, or atleast one that did not mistreat her like garbage.

Because of that, he rose up, taking the whip as he threatened to hit her. Such pre-programmed reactions...the product of countless tortures and hours in agony... "Because of that, I'll let you get some rest...but before that, I want to tie you up first." he whispered, softly leaning in. "Endure this, and I'll let you spend the rest of the day in rest." Such a tempting offer...would she take it?

Of course, he gave her an option, but even she knew she had no true freedom to decide. Taking her arms, he forced them behind her back, tying her wrists together. He even tied her elbows together, forcing her shoulders to square up and her back perfectly straight. Then, tying a rope around her waist, he stopped near the middle and made a crotchrope, stretching it up past an eyebolt nailed to the top, trailing down as he attached a bucket. With a tug, she was forced to her tiptoes, her pussy rubbed by the ropes.

"Here's the deal...I'll add more weight every time I feel like it. Your job is to recite the words 'I am a whore, master's sex toy and I love it' five hundred times. Am I clear?" he asked, as he then took out his favorite 'tools'; a black ball gag, a blindfold and earplugs. This meant she was to spend the time in the dark, with all of her senses but touch completely removed. Evne as she would squeal or struggle, he managed to restrain them, robbing her of sight, the ability to talk and hearing. The sensory deprivation should add a new layer of despair and torture as he dropped one stone into the bucket. Only seven more to go...
 
Hope's eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip, she knew that he wouldn't be so kind to her, and she shouldn't have fell for it. She whimpered and swallowed hard in fear as she looked at him, trembling violently as she yelped when he stood up and threatened to hit her with the whip. She flinched and cowered against the floor, squeezing her eyes shut, preparing for the first blow of the whip. She opened her eyes when he leaned down, murmuring about tying her up. She shook her head, murmured, "please........please, don't do that." Yet, he did it anyway as she whimpered, feeling his pull her arms back and secure them as she squirmed, whimpering in fear as he tied a rope around her waist and stopped near the middle as he looped the rope through her lips and an eyebolt, attaching it to a bucket. She watched in fear, unable to move as he tugged her to her feet, standing on her tip toes, the bucket hanging from the rope by her pussy. She whimpered and heard his words as she looked at him and nodded in understanding.

She didn't want to, but knew that she had to as she watched him take out a ball gag, blindfold and ear plugs. She trembled and tried to tug against the ropes as he came over to her with the tools in his hand as she murmured, "please.........." Before she could finish the sentence, the ball gag was shoved and forced into her mouth, cutting off her words as he secured it, soon securing the blindfold and putting in the earplugs. She let out a muffled whimper of fear, unable to see, hear or talk as she turned her head, frantically, trying to see where he was, but it was no use, the blindfold prevented her from seeing. She then yelped out as he dropped a stone in the bucket, the ropes were pulling down, stretching her out and making her stand on her tiptoes, but more than that they caused the rope to rub between her lower lips. She let out a muffled groan as her juices begin to drip and she whimpered and trembled in fear as she begin to try to recite the words he told her to recite five hundred times.

"I mmmmm a hoorre, Aser's ex oooyyy and I ooovve it."

She was reciting it and had reached 100 though the weight that was rubbing her pussy by adding weight to the ropes made her groan and moan, but after an hour of the weight, it begin to chafe her. She whimpered and squirmed as she kept reciting the words, trembling as she had no idea what he would do to her, or when he was going to drop in another rock.
 
How long had it been since she was treated kindly, like a normal girl still attending school, eager to learn how to drive or to live her own life? For sure, those days ended the moment she was adopted by him. Robbed of all sense but her ability to feel the torture, with every word a strand of drool would slobber all over her, furthering the humiliation that it entailed. Broken down, reforged, then broken down to his desires. This was the never ending cycle of her torture. "Yes, you are indeed my sex toy and you'll remain one. Don't overstep the privileges you are given." he reminded her, striking her rear with a crop. Even though she wore her panties, it wouldn't be long until they soak right through. And he was going to make sure of that.

When she went through he hundred and tenth, he stood up slowly, lowering one stone as it now pushed even harder against her pussy, almost splitting her lips into two from the middle of her vagina as the rope pressed hard against her clit and her labia. And then, out of the blue, two stones were added, forcing her to her tip toes lest she didn't want to hang by her crotchrope. "You're doing well, you slobbering slut. Continue on." By this time, her body got used to the tortures, her stamina improving as every torture session occurred. Then, he decided to take it to another level when he saw her dealing with four stones to the ends of her tiptoe.

Then, taking one leg, he forcibly bent it inwards, in a triangle of sorts as if mimicking a ballerina. Even though he removed two stones, the position was sure to truly hinder her. "That's right, stay upward, slut! And did I tell you to stop reciting?" he asked, wanting to hear her panicked begging before he added another stone regardless, the weight of the bucket very noticeable as the pleasure became exquisite agony...

When he put the fifth stone he stood there, wanting to see now, how long she would last as he lifted a rock, lightening the load but forcing the knotted crotchrope to slide against her pussy, stimulating her entire lower body...lewd genitalia up for display as he waited for her to finish chanting...
 
Hope was flustered by now, her breathing labored, sweat rolling from her forehead in pinpoints of liquid as she let out another moan, the ropes rubbing her as she felt him strike her rear with a crop, she let out a muffled whimper. More drool dripped down her chin as she jolted from the strike and the rope rubbed fiercely against her crotch with the sudden movement. She moaned out, her juices dripping down as she heard his words, shivers running up and down her spine as goosebumps rose along her arms and legs. She moaned out and squirmed as she tried to listen, but it was hopeless, she couldn't hear, couldn't see and couldn't talk. She felt a rock go in as the rope pressed harder against her clit through her panties, causing a louder moan to come from her, and a squeal as she felt two more stones drop in. She let out a muffled squeal again as she went up on her tip toes, trying to take the pressure off of the ropes as she let out another muffled moan.

She heard his muffled words, unable to hear that well through the earplugs, as she flushed a deep red as she continued chanting the same sentence, making it to 200 before she felt him pull one of her legs up and bend it inwards. She let out a muffled whimper as she was forced into the position, and it made her wobble on her toes as she felt him remove two of the stones. She whimpered again as she tried to keep chanting, while begging him, "esase...Aser....n...no oreee.....sones...." Yet, even as she spoke the words she felt another stone drop in. She had lost track of how many, but by the weight, and the way the rope was rubbing at her pussy through her panties, she guessed about five.

She moaned out again, her juices dripping heavier as she let out a whimpering moan, the pain and pleasure mixing as her panties were now thoroughly soaked through and through, as she tried to keep reciting and chanting the statement. She flushed, moaned and squirmed, more drool dripping down onto her body as she made it to, finally, to 500, after several minutes of saying the same thing over and over again, another 300 times, or at least she thought so, or hoped so. She moaned out and whimpered, "I.....I...m....inised.....Aster." She tried to say, unable to see or hear where he was as panic and desperation filled her, did he leave her here? Alone, to suffer like this for hours? She let out a whimpering cry of fear, her lower lip trembling against the ball that was lodged in her mouth as tears begin to leak out from under the cloth and roll down her cheeks to mix with the sweat and the drool that already covered her body.
 
Her trembling body gave away just how stressful this position was; leaking her juices, drool and now her tears, it was a pathetic show to see her vainly struggling, hoping that she would receive rest and that he would stay by his word to giving her a chance to rest for the invariably horrible day to follow at Sunday. Who knew that a body so small could take so much cruel punishment! The way her legs seemingly cramped and trembled meant that she was almost at wit's end, yet she continued to drip pussy juices as the ropes teetered her close to an orgasm. Nothing came, letting the panic slowly set in. Truly alone...was he outside somewhere else? He wanted to further the suspense as he walked up to the door, opened it, went to say "I'll be back soon~!" from afar hoping she would hear but a bit of it then slamming it closed. To make her think he was far, far away.

Then, he watched the result; immediately she was begging, crying out as he watched her writhe as her body neared the peak of her exhaustion. But before that, foreign hands softly rubbed at her pussy, gently removing the rocks from the bucket wordlessly as he slowly pulled up the rope with one harsh tug, letting the ropes rub against her pussy arousingly as he forced her to a climax. Then, untying her ropes, he let her collapse to the floor, smiling as her blindfold was removed, her gag and earplugs to follow. "Good work, slut." he said, "I know you can't stand straight, but you're free to rest as you please for the day." he said, "But you must obey the rules of being a slave, otherwise I might be convinced to torture you again." he said as he then returned to his chair, taking a seat. "When you're done, you can grab something to eat."

This was a prelude to even harsher tortures to follow once her friend was captured. In fact, he felt it alright to give her a call. While she might be surprised, he had an excuse; that he noticed her name on the caller ID. He said "Ah...Hello...is this Rebecca? Ahhh, I wanted to relay this from your friend, but...did you want to come over to eat at our house? I've cooked up something good and I'd love to share it with you." he said, trying his best to sound courteous yet as handsome and smooth as he could be.
 
Hope let out muffled whimpers and moans as tears dripped down her dark red cheeks as her legs trembled, buckling a few times before she managed to get her balance again, trembling as she became fearful of where he was at. She hadn't felt his touch in what seemed like hours, but in reality it had only been minutes. She strained to hear something, anything beyond the earplug as she heard a door slam, her eyes widened as she let out a muffled cry of desperation, and panic. Had he just left her there? How long would she be alone and then she felt fingers and a hand rubbing her folds, and soon she felt the weight of the rocks being removed as she let out a muffled whimper of fear, and a moan as her juices dripped more heavily. She felt the rope tug up and she let out a muffled squeal as he forced a climax, her juices dripping down her legs as she flushed, and her juices exploded, dripping down onto the floor as trembles and shivers ran through her as she felt him untie her and then she yelped as she dropped to the floor in a heap.

She whimpered out and then sighed as the blindfold, the gag, and the earplugs were removed, as she heard his words and flushed as she laid on the floor. She was tired and she knew that she couldn't stand, not right away, so she just stayed on the floor, reeking of sweat, tears, drool, and juices as she watched him take a seat. She saw him take out the phone and then dial a number as she heard him talking to Rebecca. Her eyes widened slightly as she heard what he said, she'd never said that, but she knew that she couldn't talk back to him as she listened to the conversation, still resting as shivers and trembles went through her body. She heard and confirmation and her heart dropped in dread as she realized that Rebecca was getting too deep and she knew then that Christopher was trying to pull her in, trying to make her sink too deep and then he was going to take her, make her into what she was. She let out a whimper and then tried to stand up, wobbling, she was hungry as she walked to the kitchen, her muscles tense as she grit her teeth against the pain in her lower regions as her lips rubbed together.

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Rebecca answered the phone, confused and surprised when she heard Chris's voice, "oh...oh hello and well tonight? Well, yeah, I'd love to." She smiled at the thought of another dinner and then her brow furrowed as she murmured, "But........But Hope won't do the same thing she did last night will she?" She had to ask, biting her lower lip, and chewing on it. She would go still, but she just wanted to have a normal dinner where no one would be masturbating or getting off on vibrating toys. She blushed a deep red, Chris's voice sounded so deep, smooth, charming, enchanting and she let out a sigh as she played with her long brown hair, twirling it around her fingers as she waited for a reply from him.
 
Pretending to be flustered and clueless was the best way to go about this. "I...I'll make sure of that! I'll have a stern talk with her for sure. She really does need a boyfriend..." he said, musing at the thought. "But for sure, I'll talk about it with her. Please come over, my Stroganoff is out of this world, as she says!" he speaks, with slight interest, quick to mask his intentions. "Well, I'll see you in eight hours. Bye~" It was just the morning hours, it should be enough rest for his slave toy before it truly began. He heard it from everyone: she lived alone, was rather self sufficient coming out of state adoption and became friends with Hope. A perfect victim; no one was sure to come looking for her...

Returning towards the kitchen, he was quick to softly hold onto her wrists. "What are you doing, you slave?" he asked, "There's no need to tire yourself out~" he whispered, kissing her cheek softly as he led her to her bed, holding her as a groom would to a bride. "Just get some sleep. I'll get food ready for you." he whispered, softly kissing her forehead. To make her think that he 'loved' her was one of the ways he could get her to comply; softness right after the harsh and cruel torture...it was the only way to get her to devote herself to him. The food he was cooking, a quick stirfry and some potatoes should be more than enough for her, who had been eating semi-cold food, often tear stained with every torture that she endures. He then walks upstairs, where he gives her the food, telling her "Enjoy. Just don't make a mess, alright?" he says, softly stroking her hair.

While eating, he told her "...How do you feel is the best way to take your friend? Should I...take it slow and get her to bend, or should I do so by force and take her for myself?" he asked her, curiously wondering what she wanted. Of course, he wanted to subtly insinuate that, if he had taken her, his focus would be to pacify his new slave rather than her. "I want you to behave well tonight, okay?"
 
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