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A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope felt her legs give up first as she felt and let out a squeal of pain when her cervix was crushed against the tip of the dildo as she felt him grab her head just as she had gotten to her feet. She felt him holding her head and forcing her to look at Rebecca as she heard his words, feeling despair wash over her. She trembled as she tried to murmur, "I............m... ut 1 an.....at is ut 2...." She sighed as he let her go and then she heard him and saw him go over to Rebecca as she whimpered and watched him take a seat to watch them as she struggled to remained on her toes, whimpering as she heard his words. She looked down, her arms beginning to tingle with the lack of circulation from the bondage as she knew that it was better to follow his commands than to try to resist, she had tried to resist and had landed herself and Rebecca in this punishment as she started to recite the sentences as she climaxed, slipped, and sunk as her cervix was crushed against the tip of the dildo once more. She let out a whimper, climaxing as her body flushed and trembles went through her as she struggled to get back up on her toes, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to continue repeating the statement as it was drawing on the second hour, and she had orgasmed three times already as she let out a muffled whimper.

She hoped that Rebecca wasn't suffering too bad, but she knew that she was as she heard her squeal and moan out and that was followed shortly by Chris calling her a good girl. She whimpered and kept up on her toes as she moaned out, squealing from time to time, each time she orgasmed or each time she sunk too low. Her arms were beginning to become discolored and were tingling as they fell asleep and she managed to repeat the sentence three hundred times, or so she had counted as she cried out again, feeling her cervix crushed against the tip. Her legs were trembling and shaking from the strain as she tried to stand up again, but only fell back down against the dildo as she screamed out in pain, though, it came out muffled and she decided to just stay down. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and dripping down her face as agonized whimpers came from her.

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Rebecca was having a hard time of it, too, as she whimpered and cried out in agony and pain when she fell against the dildo for the first time. She struggled to get back up, tears rolling down her face as she felt him take a small line of drool and smear it on he clamp as she whimpered in pain when the clamp moved, causing her nipple to throb painfully. She swallowed hard as she watched him sit down only to come back towards her as she whimpered and tried to back up, afraid of what he'd do to her. She felt his hand gently working her over and her eyes fluttered with pleasure as he stroked her clit, bringing her closer to the edge as she moaned out again. She felt her feelings towards him flare up again as she moaned out, and tried to shake her head, but she ended up climaxing, her body flushing as the hot juices erupted from her and she heard his whispered words as she moaned out again.

She only went back to whimpering as she strained to stay on her feet, suffering orgasms from time to time, and squealing out in agony each time she fell against the tip of the dildo as she realized that it was pushing up to the second hour and she wondered how long he would keep them like this as she whimpered and moaned, trembling as she climaxed for the fourth time, seeing Hope climax for the sixth time, she could see that Hope had given up on standing, and that her eyes were fluttering, weakened from the orgasms. She swallowed hard in fear, trying to remain standing as she squirmed in the restraints, her arms discoloring and tingling as well with the way they were bound behind her back as she whimpered and moaned, squealing as she fell against the tip of the dildo. Her cervix crushing up against it as she squealed and struggled to her feet again.
 
By this time, with their arms asleep, their pussies hypersensitive and their toes utterly strained, they were probably at the end of their ropes. And to think this day had just begun! Of course Rebecca was going to suffer more and more torture to 'adjust' her supposedly rough disposition, but he felt that Hope suffered enough for her insolence. Watching the two weakly struggle, he smiled devilishly as he, without shame, made Hope orgasm yet again with his hands, her juices gently dripping, considering how many times she came, and so very harshly he was surprised she could take more. Was this the result of her conditioning? With her arms first untied, the discoloration should disappear soon as he put a blanket onto her body. "Rest well, slut one." he told her, kissing her forehead. Carrying her to the sofa, she was probably extremely exhausted by then, doing so all while Rebecca continued in her torture. "...That's punishment for your insolence, but I am sure you learned your lesson, right?" he whispered, kissing her flustered cheek.

Meanwhile, he turned towards Rebecca, lust well and perceived in his eyes. Her legs quivered from the stress, being up on her toes for upwards to two hours was truly a grueling ordeal, nothing short of torturous. "Ever wondered how deep that dildo can go? Now you know!" he joked, laughing harshly at her misery as he, despite what squeals she may make, was forced into yet another forced orgasm, the last of some as he began to untie her arms first, removing her from the predicament. Leaving her on the floor sweaty and onto a pool of her own juices, he smirked. "You dirty whore...learn your place. If you act well, I will reward you...if not..." he removed her ball gag softly, "This will become an everyday occurrence. Am I clear?" he whispered, smiling as a blindfold was drawn over her eyes. "Now, give me a blowjob." he told her, wanting to see her blindly fumble around, desperate to blow him. "If you do not, you will be forced to cum repeatedly from now until dinner time!"

Such cruelty and relentless depravity...to think he was capable of such things, all behind that smile that foolishly deceived poor Rebecca...what was to become of her? Would she bend like Hope, shattered and utterly broken?
 
Hope moaned out again, her eyes fluttering and her body covered in a cold, clammy sweat as she orgasmed for the 9th time. She was surprised she was even conscious, but she couldn't see anything through her fluttering eyes, or comprehend much. She felt fingers near her pussy, gently stroking it as she squirmed in the ropes, feeling pain near her cervix as she whimpered and moaned. Her juices were dripping as she felt him bring her to her 10th orgasm as she felt her body flush, tremors go through her as her juices squirted out and dripped gently as she felt her eyes close slowly, as she begin to lose consciousness, though she tried to fight it, her eyes fluttering and snapping back open, only to droop as she felt him untie her as she let out a muffled whimper, feeling him drape a blanket over her and lay her down on the couch as her eyes fluttered close again, as she tried to comprehend his words, but all she managed to do was nod before she fell asleep, exhausted as immediately fell into a deep sleep.

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Rebecca flinched as he laughed at her and she orgasmed again for the sixth time, feeling exhausted and out of energy as she swallowed hard. She whimpered and then she felt him untie her arms and remove her as she crumpled to the floor, trembling as she let out a muffled whimper of fear, her body flushed from the last orgasm and the last of the tremors still going through her. She felt him undo her ball gag as she heard his words, the drugs that had been pumped into her causing her to stay awake as she looked up at him. She swallowed hard as she turned her head away from him as she nodded and then she felt the blindfold slip over her eyes and she sat up, trying to feel for him as she felt her arms still tingling from being bound so harshly behind her back as she heard his words and she felt desperation as her hand found his leg and she made her fingers crawl up it before she found the zipper and button. She shivered and swallowed hard as she fumbled with the zipper and the button as she got his pants down and then his boxers as she fumbled to find his member.

She shuddered as she felt it and she opened her mouth, slowly guiding it in as she whimpered and gagged at the salty unfamiliar taste of it as she begin suck on it as she shivered slightly.
 
While Hope got her rest, the same couldn't be said of Rebecca, a girl who had suffered so much that it probably shocked her into total submission. So much for that 'girl' who would prove to be a handful to him. How strange: an entire night's torture was all it took to get her broken down and slavering over his cock. A soft moan left him feeling her hands softly caress his thighs, in her vain attempt to find his manhood. With his pants and boxers slowly falling, he felt her mouth softly encompass his hardened member almost instantly. She had much to learn, but the way she used her tongue showed much promise. "Mugnnn...Good..." he whispered, gently patting her head.

"Thrust in and out...gooood..." he whispered, trying his best to restrain his wanton moans. Perhaps he could encourage her further. As she slowly became more and more accustomed to handling his manhood, he he began to buck forward, almost helping her in attempts to reach into orgasm as he came, flooding her throat with his semen. "Ahhhh..." he whispered. He went a little fast, but that was probably because he thrust along with her mouth and her skillful tongue massaging him playfully.

"Swallow it all down...yes, yes...don't waste master's precious cum." he told her, smiling as he got her scrambling on the floor licking at the floor in hopes of tasting the rest of the cum that fell. "Lick it all clean, or I will tie you back up..." her hands must be feeling pretty much lifeless at this point, he wondered how much more he could push her before it would affect her body adversely. "So, what's your name?" he asked, gently looking up to her, her next restraints ready...
 
Rebecca swallowed hard, she hated this feeling of desperation and she felt anger that he was making her do such things as she kept sucking on his member, feeling him begin to thrust along with her motions, but her temper grew and at the end as he came, she gagged violently, but swallowed it. She even went to the floor and licked some off of it before she took him back into her mouth, pretending to clean off his cock before she bit down on his member, losing her temper as her teeth clenched down in an attempt to hurt him as she bit down. She had heard his words and his moans. Then she had heard his question and she shook her head slightly as she kept biting down, her jaw clenched as she suddenly whimpered in fear, and stopped biting him. She knew that she would be punished for that and she backed up away from him, trembling slightly as she swallowed hard, she had lost her temper. When she loses her temper, she ended up hurting people and she fumbled, her arms feeling as if they weren't there as she tried to back up and away from him, terrified of what he'd do to her for biting him.

She let out whimpers as she scrambled back, before she stopped, reached up and took off her blindfold. She blinked in the sudden light as she scrambled to her feet, she was going to try to make a run for it. Though, her legs were burning with intense pain and her legs were like jelly, but she gritted her teeth, knowing she had to try as she turned and bolted for the door, desperate to get away from this torturous man and this hellish house. If she could get away, the police would believe her, and she could send help for Hope as she ran through the living room, searching desperately for the door, running through the kitchen as she trembled slightly, knowing that if he caught up to her, it'd be the end of him being nice to her and she knew what would happen as she swallowed hard and realized that she was stark naked, she skid to a stop, maybe she had time to get upstairs and go into Hope's room to borrow some clothes as she turned and raced upstairs, finding Hope's room as she dug around to find some clothes.
 
Soon enough, the arousal became pain as he felt her teeth softly close onto his hard member. "Kughuh?!" he gasped out, biting his lower lip. Atleast she wasn't trying to bite it off: if anything it was like she simply kept her teeth clenched upon it. Regardless, it was very uncomfortable, bordering painful. For now, he tried not to speak, knowing well how much he cared for his manhood. Any more and she could easily bite through a vein and cause much bleeding...he had truly been a fool to expect this out of her! Feeling her teeth clench he could barely hold back a cry of pain before she let go. The moment she did so, his eyes did display grave disappointment, reflected in it was a lack of sympathy and anger. "...You sure messed up big time, Slut." he warned, slowly tucking in his manhood onto his boxers as he stood up.

Watching her back away, he wanted to see just how far she would go, only to tilt his head when he saw her removing her blindfold. She could still move those darkened, still-sleepy arms? No matter, her next torture was sure to be even worse than what she had endured before. While she ran like a skittish cat, he walked ever so calmly, slipping over his shirt as he walked closer and closer...like the corny scene from a horror film, he drew ever close, even as she went inside to, after some searching, Hope's room. There, she could only find sex toys, almost no clothing aside from her uniform...was this...the reality of her life?

Then, he was there. Without much struggle, he managed to restrain the weakened Rebecca, smiling menacingly as he told her "It's time to bury Rebecca. It's time to introduce to the world Slut Two." he whispered, as he, with quick hands, bound her hands lightly, her feet tied also. He let her scream once or twice only to gag her with the ball gag, as he dragged her along. She was rather light and with her weakened constitution she could not resist much. Then, taking her downstairs, he took out the most 'dreaded' of the tools that Hope would be acquainted to: the deprivation set as he rolled out a small black box that was a meter and a half wide, up to half his height. It reeked of leather, sweat and juices inside, with plenty of hoses and various tubes.

He roused Hope to wakefulness, and she should understand well what it meant. "Three days in the Cube. That is your punishment." he said, "For attempting to hurt and disobey master." he said, removing her gag as he got to work. There, he opened up the cube, setting up the black box and connecting it to a wall jack. There, he tested the vibrators as he readied the tools: right beside it were two small padded mitts, ones that would keep her restrained yet at the same time be able to give enough room for circulation. Readying the earphones, he smiled.

"Hope, prepare the machine and the tubes. I will get our young one started." And by tubes, he referred to the one connected to her vagina for removing her urine, especially since she would subsist on liquid nourishment for three days, the feeding tube and the air tube as well. The concept was to be trapped in this box, deprived of every sense, unable to rest and forced to repeatedly cum by a small vibrator regimen that can be manually or automatically adjusted. Hope barely lasted 48 hours...how long could she last?

"Any last words, before I permanently bury the one named Rebecca Compton?" he asked, smiling as he readied the tools for her torture as well...
 
Rebecca gasped as she felt him grab her and restrain her as she squirmed and struggled, but she was weak from the running and her previous torture that she had endured. She felt him quickly bind her hands and feet as she screamed out, calling for "HELP!" But her scream was soon cut off by a ball gag as she felt him pick her up without any trouble as she squirmed and struggles, but it must have felt like a young child struggling and it only weakened her more as she shivered at his words and swallowed hard, knowing that she had truly messed up as she trembled, watching him prepare a small, but still decently sized box, one that could hold a human. She swallowed hard as she watched him preparing the box and other tools as she watched him wake up Hope and she heard his words as she trembled, whimpering as he removed the gag as she murmured, "please, I don't want to be in there, I promise I won't hurt you again, I'm sorry." She felt a sob come from her as she heard him speaking to Hope as she trembled and hoped that she wouldn't help him as she swallowed hard, hearing him ask the question as another sob came from her and she murmured, her voice cracking.

"please........don't do this, please, I'm sorry I won't do it again, please.......I'm sorry Master.......please."

She looked at the box as he prepared all the tools and she squirmed in her bindings, suddenly wishing that she hadn't bit down on him and then tried to run as she trembled violently, looking at Hope as she murmured, "please....don't let him do this to me, you're my friend, please.." She looked between Christopher and Hope as she whimpered in fear and squirmed in her bindings, swallowing hard as she wished that he would have mercy on her.

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Hope felt like she had only gotten 30 minutes of sleep, and was exhausted as she slept soundly, before she felt him rousing her. She blinked, opening her eyes as she rubbed them, yawing and stretching as she asked, "Why did you wake me........." She trailed off as she heard his words as her eyes widened, though, there were deep, dark circles underneath them, and she thought that he had meant her. When she had first became his slave, on the second day she was put in the cube, and lasted 48 hours, she didn't want to go back in as she trembled and then she realized he was talking about Rebecca as she bit her lower lip and she crawled out from under the blankets as she went to help him, knowing that if she refused to help him, he would punish her and she was still exhausted, not wanting to be punished anymore as she looked at Rebecca.

She wondered what she had done, and then she realized she had probably bit down on him while giving him a blow job, and Hope had done the same thing. She saw her sobbing and then heard her pleas and she cringed as she finished hooking up the tubes to the cube and set up the machine. She looked at Rebecca as she looked at Christopher, "Master, isn't the cube a bit harsh, she says she won't do it again." She quickly shut her mouth, she knew that talking back to what her Master had decided would land her in another punish when all she wanted to do was curl up in a bed for another eight hours and sleep, as she bit her bottom lip and chewed on it, turning her head away from the sobbing Rebecca, unable to take the sounds of her friend pleading and crying and she wanted to go over and hug her, show her sympathy. So Hope stood up and walked over to Rebecca as she hugged her, trying to comfort her as she whispered in her ears, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do, you shouldn't have done what you did to make him angry, I'm so sorry."

She wanted the crying to stop, but instead she just felt the sobs get louder and stronger as she felt Rebecca bury her head against her shoulder and she swallowed hard, looking at Christopher, as she kept hugging Rebecca, knowing she wouldn't have long to be with her before she was put into the Cube. She murmured, "it's okay............it'll only be for 3 days and afterwards, as long as you obey, you won't get treated too bad." She tried to reassure and comfort her as she set her back on the floor and backed up as she looked at the weeping Rebecca and back to Christopher.
 
When questioned about whether or not he was taking it too far, he responded to her inquiry with a smile. "Hope, Hope, Hope...I was just about to applaud your compliance...why would you risk your neck for this girl? After all...wasn't she the one that put you into the previous predicament?" he asked, softly stroking her hair. Had his words not been so rash and cruel, perhaps it would have been rather endearing for him to caress her like so. However, even though Rebecca was ungagged, her unbearable torture was to begin soon. "Ready the tubes. Maybe if you work quickly we can have dinner together." he advised, smiling as, even though Rebecca tried to struggle, she was no match for his hands and her weariness taking a toll upon her body. Pulling the two friends away, he was satisfied to see the despair in Rebecca's eyes as she was almost figuratively betrayed by her dearest friend, left for Christopher's own desires.

The cube itself was unraveled, consisting of a small base of wood, mounted a dildo, a vibrator, a few straps and a connection tube to the dildo, which turned out to be hollow yet lined with plastic protrusions. There, she was forced to sit on her haunches, kneeling with her ankles touching her butt, feet together as ankles were chained and her thighs strapped down. Now, it was inescapable. Turning the plate upwards, he forced her rear to be raised, as he connected the tube leading to her vagina into a small container, screwing the tube shut. Then, pulling it upright once more, he got to work on her hands, fitting small pouch-like mitts onto them, chaining her wrists right beside her ankles. While it restrained where she could go, it was still rather loose as to not cut off circulation. Removing her gag, he reveled in the misery as her nipples were squished between two bullet-shaped vibrators each, a belt on her waist holding each remote connected to a black box outside that would provide power to her torments. Fixing up the mounted vibrator and the vibes against her clit and lips, the toys were surely fixed up. Then, he tied her hair up, with no slack, towards a hook just above the supports from where he would dangle the cube, suspended a few inches from the air. That way, her body would be kept kneeling upwards no matter what, even if she fainted.

"Before I take away your senses...any last words?" Of course he paid it no mind, as he slipped the leather blindfold, plunging her into darkness. Then, her mouth was gagged with a ring gag, specially fitted with a tube taped to the top end, presumably where she would be fed. Then, a headset was fitted upon her ears, silencing her and separating her from a world outside what she felt with her naked, now-sweating body. Attaching a few TENS units onto her body, the torture was soon complete. "Honors, my dearest Hope?" He asked, as he gave her the 'master control', consisting nothing more of just one switch. When turned on, all the vibratos began to buzz about, as he then zipped up the cube, ensuring that she was fully bound and strapped down as he kissed her cheek, closing her in the black leather 'box' with only the front a clear plastic to display the tortured guest. However, it would be rather hot inside, furthering her torture. Already she was drooling, as he tested the tubes. At first, the system alternated with water and the solution, as he hitched up the cube onto a support chain that lifted her a few inches from the ground.

The result was a fully enclosed cube that created heat, fully deprived of her senses and continually aroused, fed only externally with a liquid diet with her urine disposal connected, it was sure to be a self-sufficient torture that would span over 72 hours. With the finishing touches, he then turned on the MP3, which was nothing more than the words repeating 'I am a slave. I serve master' repeating over and over, often distorting itself. Hearing nothing but such messages, the cube was complete. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, Hope, as he kissed her gently. "Did you want to eat?" he asked, smiling as he enjoyed the meal with his beloved Hope, even as their prisoner endured almost two unbearable hours of the harsh torture, ejecting some of the thick, musky liquid into her mouth as sustenance, then followed by a stream of lukewarm water...
 
Rebecca swallowed hard as he grabbed her and unbound her as she squirmed, trembling as she looked at the leather box. She wasn't in any shape to fight him, and so she wasn't able to get away as he set her in the cube and begin to bind her in place as she whimpered in fear, looking to Hope. She squirmed, but soon, wasn't able to do that as she felt him take her hair and loop it to the top of the cube after she jolted, feeling him connect a tube up inside her and set a clear, glass container in her sight as she shivered and swallowed hard. She then felt him squish her nipples between two vibrating clamps as she moaned out, feeling him attach the vibrator's to her clit and her lower lips, causing her to moan out again. Though, soon the moans were coming out muffled as he put a blindfold over her eyes and attached a ring gag, before putting on the head phones. She was sweating and she knew that it would get worse as she was forced to crouch and squat over a dildo that was forced inside of her along with the thin tube as she whimpered in fear.

She felt the vibrations begin and heard the soft sound of something zipping up after she felt him kiss her cheek as she swallowed hard. She felt the cube being lifted a few inches from the ground as she squirmed and whimpered, moaned and dripped with juices. Then she heard the MP3 turn on and she flinched at the words, trembling as she whimpered out, though, it came out muffled. She swallowed hard, how could Hope have let him done this to her?? She felt despair and betrayal as she blinked back tears, though, they still rolled down her cheeks as she endured the first two hours into the torture, orgasming 8 times, her eyes fluttering as she swayed dangerously, weakened and exhausted, on the brink of passing out. Then she felt him eject the foul liquid into her mouth as she gagged and was forced to swallow it down, as she whimpered, knowing that it would keep her awake as she felt the usual symptoms. Her heart picking up the pace as her eyes snapped open behind the blindfold. Then she almost choked on the lukewarm water, swallowing it, but she longed for cold water, ice cold water as she whimpered and trembled, knowing she had to endure another 70 hours of this.

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In the meantime, Hope had helped him, feeling regret and guilt, but also knowing that if she didn't, she'd be in the cube or maybe not that harsh, but still. She saw the despair on Rebecca's face and she looked at Christopher desperately, wishing he would listen to her pleas. She knew that he wouldn't though and so she pressed the switch and then shortly after that when he asked if it was beautiful, she shook her head and made a face of disgust, she didn't want to help him, but she was hungry and still exhausted and knew that it was better to go along and help him.

She nodded as he asked if she wanted something to eat and she followed him into the kitchen, sitting down, and trying to swallow back the guilt she felt for letting Rebecca go through that as she tried to block out the whimpers and moans, as she finished her plate and saw Christopher get up to feed Rebecca. Hope was exhausted and so she slipped out of the room, going up to her bedroom where she fell down on the bed, curling up as she soon fell asleep.

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Alicia smiled brightly as she finished the story and saved it before she shut down her computer. She giggled softly to herself, but no one would ever know what she was like in the privacy of her home. She did have an apartment on her own, and had two jobs as well as her friend Hope, she had merely just placed herself in the story as the Character Rebecca. In reality, though, she liked bondage, but didn't get to experiment much in it because she had never had the opportunity. Sometimes, though, she'd slip a pair of her panties into her mouth and bind her ankles together while putting a blindfold around her eyes and she'd pretend, but she wanted more.

She flopped down on her bed, sighing softly as she looked at the photo of herself, Hope, and Christopher at the barbeque the school held every year at the beginning of the year. Secretly, she had a crush on Christopher, and wanted to be his slave, but he was nice and caring, she didn't think that he would want her as a slave. Then she thought, well, perhaps if I ask him, maybe. Then she flicked off the lights for the night, she had to work in the morning and had to be fresh as she pulled the blankets up and soon fell asleep, having vivid dreams full of her fantasies.
 
It was a rather simple Saturday morning. As always, the coffee machine started up and he got himself busy to brewing coffee. Contrary to the Christopher as written in her fantasies, he was a very kindly and gentle step-brother, one that kindly took in Hope to his home. Working as a Teacher, the bachelor spent most of his time working, then coming home to listen to Hope. She was almost like a daughter to him: doting on her, he was quick to give what the modest girl desired. "Morning, Hope." he said, greeting her as she walked down the stairs. On the table were a few slices of toast, a banana, some milk and a bit of peanut butter. Simple fare, but if she wanted, he could make some eggs to go with the toast if she desired it so.

"How was studying last night? Think you'll do well?" he asked, curiously. The two were talking on the phone mostly with Alicia, so he wondered just how she was doing: the blonde girl was a rather shy girl, quite easy to flush yet he could tell she was a reliable and good influence upon Hope. "I was wondering if you needed help. Just tell me, alright?" he told her, smiling as he sipped his coffee and went to reading the newspaper.

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Alicia's friend could easily be mixed up as her older sister: she was a bit taller, more confident and...quite endowed. Monica Laforet was her next door neighbor,but could pretty much be a room mate given how she would often intrude into her room at varying moments at day only to sleep or eat over there. Already the smell of something being cooked on the microwave could be heard. If anything, she was quite the lousy cook, given how she acted a bit spoiled she didn't like dirtying her hands in anything. Atleast she acted very civil, but she would often whine about things to her for no reason outside of, she just wanted to talk.

"Stupid thing, why won't it work?" Monica complained to herself, sipping a glass of orange juice after she had taken out the microwavable breakfast burrito. She really should learn how to cook someday. "Oh, morning, Alicia." she said. Wearing a blouse and short shorts, with the same blue bow at her hair the young lady greeted her as she went to take some more of her orange juice...but not quite, considering she downs the stuff quite quickly.

"You going out or something today?" she asked, tilting her head as she poured herself another glass of orange juice, "I heard you were going to hang out with Hope and all...mind if I come?" Monica was a bit shameless, always hugging hope thinking that she made a very cute teddybear of sorts given her rather short height and all. Monica and Alicia were 'friends' in the sense that the two found nothing wrong with each other, something that came from being close neighbors.
 
Hope yawned and woke up, dressed in plaid sweats and a loose tank top as she padded downstairs. Christopher was up already and she could smell the sharp tang of coffee as she stretched out and walked into the kitchen. She smiled, she loved her brother, and he was more like a father to her than anybody else. She sat down on the table and murmured, "good morning, Chris." Then, she groaned as he brought up the test that was on monday, it wasn't that she didn't study and she wasn't good in school, it's just that she was a senior and just wanted school to be done with as she murmured, "Well, I think so, but I might need a bit of help, sure." She reached over, retrieved a plate, and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast as she spread it with peanut butter, and then grabbed the banana and sliced it up with the butter knife, spreading the slices of banana along the pieces of toast and then grabbing a glass and pouring some milk.

She knew that it was weird the way she ate her toast, but to her banana and peanut butter together on bread, tasted amazing and so she dug in, eating it as she smiled softly. She sipped her milk, chasing down the food with milk as she finished and stood up, she was still groggy, but knew that she had to get up and get ready for today, today was one of the days that Alicia had off and she wanted to go to the movies with her and hang out with her today.

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Alicia groaned as she heard her neighbor come in and complain about the microwave as she yawned and stretched, the blankets tangled around her as she muttered, "Do you always have to wake me up like this?" She sat up and slammed her computer shut, she didn't want anyone knowing about her obsession with BDSM or Chris as she realized that she had left her computer on when she fell asleep and she murmured, "good morning, Monica, and yes, I'm going to hang with Hope at the movies and maybe at her house and not at all, you can tag along." She smiled, still groggy as she rubbed at her eyes and rolled out of bed, yawning and stretching as she walked into the kitchen, and poured herself some orange juice and sipped it, trying to wake up as she murmured, "didn't you make coffee, Monica, you should know, coffee is the one thing that gets me started for the day."
 
Had it been years ago, Christopher would have been happy that things wouldn't change; ever since a bashful Hope stopped by his doorstep he hardly had the time to change out of his funeral outfit...and hide the 'toys' that he had grown to use. Yes, as much as it embarrassed him he was into BDSM, but now that Hope had moved in he had barely managed to stash such toys away from her sight. Things change, but as always they were for the better: he raised Hope as a father would to his precious daughter, helping her adjust and move on from the tragedy that took away her parents. Mornngs like these were routine: given how Hope was such a heavy sleeper he often found himself waking up, preparing a small breakfast of sorts, always sipping coffee just as she comes right downstairs. "Glad to see you're taking school well. Of course I'd love to help you out." he told her, with a smile.

"Going out today?" he asked, "If you want I could give you a ride somewhere; I'm pretty much free for the day outside of reading up on lesson strategies." He really wanted to get closer to Hope, perhaps to get to know her more, but as a brother, he knew well just when to back off; even a lady had her own little secrets she'd love to keep from her parents. Or in this case, guardian.

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"Ehhhhhh? You're going to hang out with Hope? I'd love to come." Monica replied, looking back over her shoulder as she bent down to get some utensils to eat the burritos she had just finished zapping. One could say Monica often got her nose into many things, oftentimes getting into such petty conflicts. When asked about the coffee, Monica puffed up her cheeks. "Hmph. Well, your coffee machine isn't working, so all I've got is this instant coffee...stupid thing, anything made in china always breaks..." Well, she was wrong about that, because it was made in Italy. Secondly, she simply microwaved some water and poured a few teaspoons into the cup, making sure to put exactly three spoonfuls of sugar inside, stirring it, as the microwave buzzed she pulled out the cup.

"Where are you gals going?" she asked, taking a seat onto her couch, munching onto the burrito as she switched on the TV. Seriously, she often behaves like she owns the place sometimes...atleast she kept it reasonably clean. Drinking down the glass of orange juice, she put the dishes onto the sink, stretching over her head she said "I'll get ready. Maybe we can drop by that cute little Italian cafe over at Downsview before we go." she suggested, smiling as she left for her own room this time.
 
Hope smiled softly and nodded, as she murmured, "Well, yeah, Alicia and I were thinking of hitting a movie together and she wanted to come over this morning and hang out for a bit before the movie and if you could drop both of us by the movie theater, that'd be awesome." She shrugged lightly and then turned, heading up to her room, picking out a outfit and then heading to the bathroom where she showered, dressed, and did up her hair and make up as she went back downstairs and then she looked at Chris and said, "oh by the way, Alicia said she wanted to talk to you in private when she got here, it was sorta weird, but I thought that I'd let you know." She plopped down on the couch and flicked on the tv to Disney channel with wizards of waverly place playing. She knew that she was a bit too old to like this show, but she still liked it because of the comedy.

She got out her phone and sent a text to Alicia, saying, "Hey when are you going to be over?" In a few minutes, she replied with the text, "I'll be over in a few, do you mind if monica comes along today, she had the day off and wants to tag along?" Hope smiled softly, she liked Monica, but the girl was often spontaneous and crazy, while Hope was quiet and soft-spoken, almost timid as she nodded and looked up at her brother, wondering what his response would be as she bit her lower lip, chewing on it in thought.

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Alicia giggled at her reaction at the mention of coffee and said, "Well we were going to hit a flick and sure we can stop by the italian restaurant, but first, I've got to talk to Christopher before, so we're just gonna go over to her house this morning." They made small talk as Monica ate and then Alicia stood up as she left and went to retrieve the coffee, quickly finishing it and heading to get ready as she dressed and fixed her hair. She smiled softly and bit her lower lip, anxiety gripped her. She had given herself a pep talk last night, but what if Chris said no to the idea, she just couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to be a slave, needed to fulfill her inner desires, because she had already wrote a journal about it, 5 pages long. Had plenty of toys, handcuffs, gags, and bounds, blindfolds, and vibrators, all stowed away for when she thought about it.

The thing that made her nervous though was the fact that she was going to ask Chris about it today. She took a deep breath, the worse he could do was say no, right? But the small voice in her mind said, the worse he could do is throw you out of Hope's life and his own and consider you a freak. She grit her teeth, shook her head and set again about getting ready, once she was ready, she popped out the door and went to Monica's small apartment next door, popping her head in the door, she asked, "Are you ready, yet, slow poke?"
 
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