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The Domination of Amy -- Contains Incest (Lord Animus & Karixia)

She groaned as she moved her hands once again over her pussy. Eyes closed as Amy began to once again push two fingers in and out from her pussy. Not liking the fact that she was being controlled and held against her will but she was grabbing at that hope at the end of the long black tunnel. Opening her eyes finally she looked at him and how big the member that he had on his hands was. Blushing as she could clearly see the cock from her brother at full display in front of her.

She was never one to hold on her orgasm, she has been with many guys and gurls but never felt the need to hold herself out. Her eyes closed again as she did not wanted to see his brothers cock. She was naked and so was he it was not good in case he decided to break his promise and do stuff to her that nobody has ever dared to do. Amy tried to think that the one watching was a famous rock star she liked or one of her friends that she had a crush on, that was the only way she managed to keep masturbating.
 
If Amy thought that this was bad, things were about to get a whole lot worse. Logan would not break his word to her. He would not touch her in a sexual manner and he would not force her to touch him, but he wasn't done with her just yet. He wasn't done humiliating her. He wasn't done asserting himself over her and he wasn't done making sure that she knew that she now belonged to him. What was about to come next was something that Amy should have really seen coming and probably would have if she wasn't in such shock and in a state of desperation to keep her brother content so that he would not force himself on her more than he already was.

As Logan felt himself drawing closer to his climax, he shifted closer to Amy. The motions of his hand along the shaft of his erect cock quickened and he began to squeeze himself tighter to create more friction - more pleasure. He wasn't more than a foot away from his sister as he stood on his knees behind her, sprawled out on the bed and fingering her wet folds as she had been instructed to do. Logan was drawing ever closer to release and he was in the perfect position to really humiliate his baby sister.

Mere moments after moving into position, Logan's climax washed over him. The peak of pleasure had been reached and his manhood reacted by releasing a heavy stream of thick white seed which shot up along Amy's back. Immediately following that, a second stream came, then a third. In mere seconds, Logan had released an impressive amount of his seed onto his sister's body. It was all along her back, her ass, and the inside of her thighs. He had tried to hit her pussy too, but her hands had been in the way.
 
She groaned feeling what could only be described as something warm and slick being shot all over her back as she jerked herself off. She blushed heavily knowing what it was, his cum was all over her back in a position where she could not get to in order to clean herself. "What the fuck... stop it!" she knew her words had no meaning after all she was on her knees masturbating herself for him without much of a choice in the matter. Groaning Amy tried her best to not stop pushing her fingers inside her body since she has not been instructed to stop just yet.

She did not liked at all her position at the moment, her legs were spread and her ass was high on the air towards him. Her hands were trapped under her body as she gave pleasure to herself and now she has streams of cum all over her back in places where she could not reach to clean herself unless she was released. Saying that she was humiliated was an understatement as tears began to flow down her cheeks as her second orgasm was quickly building up inside her and soon was going to explode.
 
In most situations, a single climax was a joke to Logan, but there was a lot of work to be done. Logan had three months to train his sister and while that seemed like a lot of time, he knew that it would fly by much more quickly than he would have liked and Amy's uncharacteristic light sleep had put a bit of a kink in today's agenda. Logan hadn't come prepared with some of the things that he would need and he couldn't very well take Amy out in public now that he had been forced to make his move early. He had a plan that would allow him to leave the house safely, but he would need to act on it while Amy was still shaken from her orgasms.

Logan removed his hand from his erect cock which still throbbed for attention and slowly stood up from the bed. He was silent for a few moments as he watched his sister continue to pleasure herself like a good little slave. It brought a smile to his face, but he didn't have time to sit around and enjoy the sights all day.

"You may stop once you have hit your next orgasm," Logan spoke. His voice had returned to that authoritative tone. He had had his fun, but play time was over now. He had things to do - places to go and a shopping list of essentials to pick up. First, however, he needed to make sure that Amy could not capitalize on his need to run a few errands.
 
His words were like heaven, she could stop but it was right after her second orgasm which was quickly building up inside her. She moaned out loud as she found her pussy become unusually wet from the last orgasm. She pushed three fingers inside her cunt and began pushing them in and out quickly and as deep as they could go wanting to orgasm already. Finally after a couple of minutes she gasped as her entire body seemed to just drop on the bed as her orgasm hit her body hard. She screamed out in pure orgasmic bliss as her pussy began to even squirt a little bit as she panted and slowly began to recover from the two intense orgasms she had.
 
When Amy collapsed to the bed following her second orgasm, Logan made his move. This was his best chance at getting Amy to comply with his next set of orders without a fight and it was imperative that he keep his baby sister under control. He needed to leave and he couldn't take her with him. Amy needed to be restrained if he was going to do his shopping and his shopping was necessary to both keep Amy in her new-found subservient role as well as seduce her into loving that role.

While Amy was trying to recover, her brother reached down and grabbed a handful of her long raven hair. When he began to pull, it was not in a quick motion. It was a slow and gentle motion, almost as if he were guiding Amy; as if he were leading his baby sister by her hair the way that he used to hold her hand when they were out with their mother in a crowded place.

"On your feet, Amy," Logan commanded. "We're going out to the garage."
 
She groaned as she felt the hair on her head being suddenly grabbed and she was forced to stand up. Doing so the rest of her pants fell down to the floor but at that moment she was too out of it to even care. She could hear his brother talking and the only word that she could muster to hear well was garage. Still she was not liking the fact that she was being taken there like a animal, like a cat when you grab it's furr. She followed him without fighting much since her orgasm had still had her head a bit dizzy so she was easy to comply.
 
Logan lead Amy out of her bedroom and down the hall to the family room. He guided her through the maze of furniture and over to the door that connected their family's home to the garage. Because their parents were gone for their second honeymoon, there would be no car inside. Instead, the garage would be relatively empty. Their father's tools lined the walls, some in toolboxes others hanging on hooks. There was a collection of fishing gear in the corner and a couple of fold-up tables that they used for outdoor gatherings in another. A couple of piles of assorted junk that their father refused to get rid of had collected themselves in a small handful of spots, as well. Aside from that, the room was empty.

As Logan lead Amy into the garage, their feet were met by the chill concrete floor. Fortunately, the air was not cold. Their father spent a lot of time out here, so the house's heating ducts had been run out to the garage for comfort. The floor aside, it was just as warm in here as it had been inside.

After a quick glance around, Logan saw what he needed - a spool of rope. He guided Amy over to it so that he could grab it before he moved to the center of the garage.

"Raise your hands in the air, Amy," Logan commanded once they arrived. Above them, the second floor of the garage had never been finished. The rafters in the ceiling were exposed and ready for Logan to use. Never before had he been so happy that his father didn't always finish his projects.
 
Amy was confused as he took her along the house, she had no idea where they were going as her entire body was still very sensitive to the touch. She whimpered as he opened the door to the garage, the same garage where her father kept all of his stuff and the same place where by pressing one button everybody outside could see her situation, the thing was however that she was not clearly sound right now in order to think much past that. She could still feel his cum all over her back trailing down her butt crack and all over her legs.

Raising her hands up almost by instinct she let him tie her hands to the ceiling making her chances to escape minimal at best. She looked down to the ground as she was quickly recovering from the orgasm, “Umm..wh…what are you doing?”. The garage had thin walls so it would be easy for her to scream for help once she could do so. She looked down still pretending that she was all fucked up as he finished tying her up to the ceiling using the rope.
 
When Amy rose her hands, Logan began to tie them together with the rope that he had grabbed from a pile of camping stuff. Once he had tied her hands together with the rope, he tossed the remainder up through the rafters so that it looped around two of the boards. He repeated this process a couple of times so that the rope was wrapped around the rafters several times before he pulled it tight and wrapped the other end of the rope around Amy's wrists. It would be impossible for her to move from this spot now.

With Amy restrained by the rope, Logan began to undo his belt from his sister's arms. He would need that back to head out, though he wasn't quite ready to do that yet. He still had a couple of preparations to make. It would be too easy for Amy to call for help while he was gone if he left her as she was, but he saw a roll pf duct take on a nearby workbench that would fix that little problem. Next to the tape was a clean rag, which put quite the wicked idea in Logan's head

"I have to leave," Logan said as he walked over to collect the rag and the tape. "I have some things to go get, but I can't very well take you with me and I certainly cannot leave you here unsupervised. I'll just need to tie you up so that you cannot run and tape that pretty mouth so that you cannot scream."
 
She slowly was becoming to herself as her hands were tied with the rope. By the time she was tied she was cursing his brother with everything possible. He tricked her and used the time where she was most sensitive to get her tied up, that was both smart and very evil at the same time. However he wasn't done, he still needed to do one thing and he knew it also and that was to seal shut her mouth otherwise Amy would go out cursing him and she would get out of here before he even came back with the tone of voice she could have.

Watching him get the rag and the tape sent shivers down her spine. Sealing her mouth shut she shook her head, she was not going to let that dirty old rag inside her mouth. She looked at him with pure hate, now there was no chance of her escaping. Groaning she moved her face away from him each time he approached her face with the rag.
 
If Amy had thought that a clean rag was the worst of her problems at that moment then she was sure going to be in for a surprise. When Logan made his way back to his sister, he made no move to push the rag between her lips. Instead, he moved around behind her and began to wipe his seed from her body. Up and down her legs, across the curve of her shapely rump, and all up along her back; he cleaned every drop from her body. Only the shame and the memories would remain. They, however, were sure to be replaced with even more shameful memories...

It wasn't until Logan had wiped his sister dry that he tried to push that rag into her mouth, now damp with his semen. When Amy refused to allow him to push it between her lips, a frown crossed Logan's lips. This was not acceptable behavior. Still, Logan knew that he would not be able to bargain his way into this one. More stern measures would need to be taken.

Logan shifted the duct tape into the hand that was holding the rag so that he would have a free hand as he stepped to Amy's side. He brought his free hand up high and drew back as far as he could before he swung for Amy's ass. A loud crack echoed through the garage as he made contact - a strike so hard that it had stung his own hand. When he pulled it back, he could see the bright red handprint that had been left behind on Amy's rump.

"You will open your mouth like a good little girl now won't you, Amy?" Logan spoke in a calm and controlled tone. He had the power here and he knew it. There was no need to yell and make commands anymore. "You don't want to be a bad girl. Bad girls get punished, don't they?"
 
Amy looked at him disappear behind her and then felt his cum being wipped from her body using the rag. She whimpered with her hands closed however she would not give up and let her brother push that thing inside her mouth. When he came back and tried to once again push the rag inside her mouth it was obvious now more than before that she would not let him push that thing inside her mouth. She looked at him and what he was doing. He went behind her again and a sharp pain suddenly appeared on her ass making her nearly open her mouth to scream.

Shaking her head once again she was not going to push that thing inside of her mouth, there was no way in hell she was going to let something like that happen. She looked at him now with pure hate on her eyes as she sealed her mouth shut. Spankings was not going to make her open her mouth and it did not matter how much he did she would not give him the privilege of pushing that in her mouth.
 
Logan could only smirk when his sister did not cry out from the slap. He could only assume that she believed he would force the gag int her mouth at the most opportune moment, but that was not the case. The time for bargaining and games was over. Logan held all of the cards now. He was in control and he was going to make that very clear to Amy. He would not resort to brute force or underhanded tactics to get her to follow instructions. She would willingly accept the gag or she would be subject to punishment until she did.

"Tisk, tisk," Logan retorted to Amy's silence. "You know, Amy, good girls get rewards from their Master. If you keep acting up like this, you're just going to get hurt."

As he spoke, he drew his hand back a second time and as he finished, he brought it back down against Amy's ass once again. Like before, the crack echoed through the garage and to make matters worse, he'd struck in the same place as before. Regardless of Amy's reaction, regardless if she would cry out or even submit to her brother, he would strike her not once, but twice more - three more against the very spot that he had first spanked her. Her ass was now quite red in that spot and a hand print was quite clear.
 
She whimpered as he began slamming his open hand against her flesh over and over again. She bit her lip not wanting to let her only chance to escape this situation out of her grasps. She knew that if she opened her mouth to scream or to yell at him the rag filled with cum would go directly in her mouth. She closed her eyes as he brought his hands down again and again, her eyes began to water a little bit because of the stinging sensation on her behind.

Looking down to the ground Amy was not going to let this go, she saw the lock on her garage from the corner of her eyes and if she was lucky enough she could get to it using her foot. She closed her eyes and took a long deep relaxing breath as she tried to put herself in another place and tried to ignore her brother.
 
Logan was growing quite tired of his sister's resilience and he was growing even more tired of staring at her bare ass and her lovely bald pussy without forcing his cock into either. He was still quite naked and still quite erect. He was beginning to think more and more about how good it would feel to just take Amy then and there. It would be the ultimate punishment from her point of view, after all. To be fucked by her own big brother... The more Logan thought about it, the more her wanted it, and he was in a position to take it now.

"It is because I love you that I am going to give you this courtesy, Amy," Logan said in a cold tone. "I am growing tired of your little game of hard to get. You belong to me now, and I understand that this is going to be hard to accept, but it is the way things will be from now on. Now, I will give you a choice... the rag or my cock. You can open up like a good girl and take this rag or I will push my cock into that little pussy of yours and fill you with everything that I've got."
 
She looked at him as heavy trails of sweat appeared on her forehead, now that was an ultimatum. Either she got raped by her own brother or she got to taste his seed constantly through the rag. Her eyes looked at him and then looked down totally defeated, opening her mouth she waited for him to push the dirty cloth inside her mouth. Amy did not wanted that cock anywhere near her pussy and much less the person that the cock belonged to. She felt totally beaten, even if she screamed out the top of her lungs nobody would hear her with the rag in her mouth and she had no idea for how long he was going to be out.
 
"That's a good girl," Logan teased as he shoved the cum-soaked rag passed Amy's lips and into her mouth. He held it there so that she could not spit it back out as he pulled a strip of tape from his roll of duct tape and used it to seal Amy's mouth shut. Now she could not spit out the rag, nor cry for help. She would be here until he returned with only the taste of her own brother's spunk to keep her company. With that final act of surrender, Amy had sealed her fate indefinitely. There would be no escaping now.

"I am glad to see that you are accepting me as your Master, Amy, but I am a little disappointed. I was looking forward to feeling that tight wet snatch wrap around my dick," Logan said as her walked over to the wall and removed a set of hedge trimmers from one of the tool racks. He had one final conquest to make before he left.

Logan began to move back toward Amy with the clippers, snapping them once as he approached her. "Hold still, I do not want to hurt you," He said as he opened the clippers and slipped one of the blades up underneath of her shirt. His intent would be quite clear, then. He was going to leave her completely naked. That should have been more than enough incentive to prevent her from even trying to open the garage while he was gone. What if one of their less savory neighbors saw her in such a helpless position? She would be raped, for sure.
 
She closed her eyes as the rag went in, instantly the taste of his cum invaded her mouth. She could taste everything from the rag to his cum while he was taping her mouth shut. Now that she was defeated she looked at him walking over and taking what appeared to be trimmers which caused her heart to stop. The feeling of the trimmers taking away her last piece of clothing which was a long black shirt finally exposed her to him fully.

Amy looked down as she saw the last piece of clothing drop to the ground, the last piece of dignity she had left gone. She looked at him as he admired her body and instantly she felt her cheeks becoming red with embarasment. The position that she was in was one that she did not wanted anybody to go through.
 
Logan admired Amy's body for several minutes before he walked over and gently kissed his sister on the cheek. "I love you, Amy," he whispered into his baby sister's ear. "Do not forget that, no matter what. I know that you are going to resist - you must because that is who you are. You cannot easily accept this taboo and your rebellious spirit tells you that you must. Never forget, no matter what I must do to quell that fire of yours, that I love you and I only want us to be together."

With that, Logan walked back into the house and closed the garage door behind him. Due to the thin walls of the garage, Amy would be able to hear him moving around inside as he got dressed and made a couple of preparations. Amy would find them in time, as she most assuredly would try to escape or get help. She would find that the house phones did not work. She would find that Logan had encrypted the family's internet. She would find that her cell phone was confiscated by her new Master.

After an hour or so, Logan's car finally started up out in the driveway and she could hear it pulling away. Amy was alone, bound and gagged with a cum-soaked rag, and she was completely naked. There was no escape and it would only be a matter of time until her brother returned...



... and so it was that the boy returned home for his sister. His journey of conquest would be long, for his sister did not return his feelings. Still, he moved onward and pressed his dominance over her. A fire burned in her belly, a fire that would not be easily quelled but if there was anyone that could conquer the rebellious teenager, it was the boy that she had once admired so deeply.
 
She saw him leaving her alone on the garage and looked around to see if she could reach the button to the garage with her foot. Amy tried her best to reach that red button that would activate the motor but she could not even get close to it. Cursing inside her head she looked around to see if she could find something to get the rope off her wrists. The pair of clippers were on the floor but they were clearly too heavy for her to even consider cutting the rope with her feet.

She looked around as much as she could but clearly it was not possible not at that moment. Taking a long deep breath she looked down and thought about her life up to that point, if she had known what her brother was truly about she would had never even considered being close to him. The taste of his semen was still in her mouth and was going nowhere. Tears flew down her cheeks as she waited for her fate that was soon to come. Hearing the car back a couple of hours later sent a wave of fear all over her body as she looked at the door waiting for it to open.
 
Though Logan's care returned several hours later, Logan did not appear in the garage doorway. Sounds could be heard in the house again, signaling that it had definitely been Logan who pulled into the drive way, but he had other arrangements to make inside of the house. It took him another couple of hours of work, but he had made some wonderful modifications to Amy's bedroom. Steel bars had been fitted to the inside of her window so that she could not break it to escape. Hell, she would not even be able to open it since Logan had sealed it shut. He had also taken the doorknob off of the door and replaced it with a deadbolt so that he could lock her in from the outside.

On top of all of that, he had taken all of her clothes, put them in trash bags, and shoved them up into the house's small attic for storage. They had been replaced with all new clothes. Amy would only wear what her Master wished her to wear now. Most of it was pretty skimpy, of course. Her new panties were all very soft, like silk, and came in white, black, and pink. Her new bottoms were all black - a few slacks, a couple of ankle-length skirts, and several knee-length skirts Some of the skirts had pink trim, but not all of them. Her new bras all matched her panties and her new tops all matched her pants and skirts. There were some white blouses and some black blouses. Some of the black blouses had some splashes of pink in them too. Her socks were replaced with all black socks, some short, some knee-highs, and some thigh-highs. Even her shoes had been replaced by two pairs of black dress shoes.

Finally, after several hours, Logan appeared in the doorway of the garage. He was wearing a pair of black denim pants and a matching black wife-beater. His boots and socks had been long abandoned since he had been home for a while. In his hand was a plastic shopping bag that looked to be nearly full.

"There's my baby girl," Logan said as he approached Amy and sat the bag on the ground. Standing in front of his naked sister, Logan's blue eyes danced over her form and a smile spread across his lips. "Absolutely beautiful," he spoke again. "Are you ready to begin your new life?"
 
She heard him arriving but she questioned what he was doing. There was all sorts of noises coming from inside, he was doing some work inside the house. She did not wanted to know what was going on but the direction of the noises she was sure it came from her bedroom which made her wonder what exactly could her brother be doing inside her room. She looked at the door and then at the clock on the wall, one hour… two hours… nearly four hours later the door opened and he came with a bag full of stuff.

She could not see anything inside the bag. Looking at him next she knew that now he had control over anything and that he could simply leave her alone there until she changed her mind. Giving up for now she nodded at him, she was weak by now, her resistance was gone and she was truly exhausted. She saw the bag and wondered what he had inside there which drove her curious and very nervous at the same time.
 
The simple fact that Amy had been left in this kind of position for almost eight hours now was certainly punishment enough for her earlier resistance and Logan had not come to torment her or tease her. He did not taunt her further as he had been doing earlier. Quite the contrary, he reached out to very gently remove the duct tape from Amy's mouth. Pulling duct tape off of skin never felt good and it was sure to sting quite a bit, but Logan was as careful as he could manage as he freed his sister's mouth.

"Do not spit out that rag," he warned as he pulled at the tape. It was a simple order - a test to see how defeated Amy really was. Surely she wanted nothing more than to spit out the rag that was soaked with her brother's cum. If she did not spit it out, then maybe she would be ready to come inside.
 
She was out of it, her eyes looked down as her tape was removed from her mouth. His command resonated inside her mind which caused her mouth to remain shut. Amy did not wanted to disobey this man, she was very tired and she just needed a good long sleep. She hanged from the ceiling not really noticing what was going on around her.
 
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