Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

It was a refreshing moment for him a nice book to read, cold drinks, some leisure and his sex toy drooling, moaning and dripping wet as she struggled to carry out her penance. With each repetition that came was yet another blow to her dignity. This was her own words, her own heart admitting that she was a sex toy a dirty, filthy plaything for his exclusive use. Taking a sip, he turned back to watch his sex slave reciting the words, dribbling drool all over her rested chin, now drenched in her saliva as it passed the cold metal, dripping to her blouse. Stained with her spit, her blouse was now slightly ruined, but it was nothing compared to her black panties, discarded below her drenched fully with her juices. Taking a sip of water, he listened to the low hum of the vibrators, with her garbled, almost nonsensical gagged speak repeated over and over again, with the vibrations a tune to follow in rhythm. With the clinking of the ice in his drink, he left the room, coming back with another glass of cold water. Without hesitation he spilled some on top of her head, something that could have been a welcome blessing given how flustered, hot and sweaty she had become since the start of her torture. Christopher felt no shame in exploiting or outright enslaving his precious half-sibling. Who would have known that the quiet Surgeon had a sick obsession with slavery and bondage? He made no attempt to hide his intentions to her when she arrived to his home, telling her about the proof and what she must do to remain free. All the while, he classified this as a 'consensual union' as per the documents he blackmailed her sign. Once, she was starved nearly to death, only to be forced to sign a disclosure agreement of her inheritance and her desire to become a courtesan to him for almost 40 years. A truly cruel twist of fate! I counted 300. Don't think you're done. he said, yelling from the TV as he watched the recent news. He wondered what he should do to her even further...the roads were quite packed given how it was a week end, with the weather looking absolutely gorgeous today. With her trembling and weak body, cramping was sure to follow, adding to the misery as her body would shudder and tremble for no given reason. Such was the nature of the stress position she was forced into and the bondage that came with it. Taking his crop, he made her tilt her head upwards, his fingers briefly stroking her engorged, puffy and aroused lips. My my...are you desiring permission to cum? he asked, smiling. Well, you ungrateful slut, you still need to work for your lunch. Would you rather take it up your pussy or would you rather me take you by the mouth? She should know that he was giving her a choice of either being rammed onto her vagina or giving him a blow job. It was all up to her, what she desired to occur. Would she struggle and continue on, hoping for mercy? As a way to get her to stumble, he spiked up the vibrator so high that it would be almost ready for her to cum. If she did orgasm, lord knows what punishment she would endure! She was already breaking down just 50 minutes into this endeavor, how long could she resist in bondage before she would black out?