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

Hope knew she was in trouble by the span of silence before he begin to speak again, toying with her with the gentle touch beneath her chin to tilt her head up as he spoke. She whimpered, more drool coming out, though the tears had stopped for now. The last of them racing down her cheeks and leaving a salty trail as she blinked, though, she couldn't see a think past the blindfold wrapped securely around her head. She felt her gut clench and tighten with panic and despair as she heard rustling and a clank besides her and she knew that he'd brought out the black box. She knew what it meant and she didn't like it as a sharp tremor ran through her. Though, a soft sigh escaped her lips as he released the clamp and, instead, replaced it with the dildo and the two small buds that he attached to her outer lips. The former wish went through her head and the longing to be able to run or fight or stop him, but the metal bindings held her back. Even then, she had long dismissed such wishes or thoughts as she knew them to be impossible, even if she could fight back, the punishments for her would just become worse and worse, until her life was a living hell. She jolted as he turned the vibrator on low as she let out a muffled moan, the buds vibrating against her lips stimulated her clit and the dildo vibrating inside her stimulated the res t as she moaned out again, her juices beginning to drip more heavily. She let out a muffled whimper left her, each time the amount of apologies she had to recite doubled in numbers depending on how many times she had broken the rules. She remembered last time it was a hundred, but she had broken three rules and it was five hundred. She could hear him in the near distance rustling as she moaned out. She decided to start reciting because she knew that if she held back, or even missed one recited apology, he would just repeat the process until she did it right. She tried to speak and recite them, though, her responses came out muffled and garbled, incomprehensible, followed by moans. It wasn't long before she was frustrated as the vibrations were low enough that she couldn't relieve herself off of them. It wasn't long before the vibrations brought her to desperation, made her eyes glaze over in desire and need, made her body tremble visibly and made her clammy with sweat that nearly drenched her. The moans making more drool spill out to her chin as she moaned and spoke the apologies followed by each moan, as she tried to keep track of how many apologies she had spoken. I m orry, orive e, I m a hore. The frustration of trying to speak the words also nagged on the back of her mind as she repeated and recited the same sentence. Finally, after fifty, long, excruciating minutes, she reached 500 apologies and she let out a muffled whimpering sight as she squirmed, her juices dripping. Her body practically pleading to be relieved, tremors running through her, sweat dripping down, combined with drool and her eyes glazed over with a need so strong, that she was almost, almost tempted to beg him. Even then, a small part of her mind wouldn't let her stoop that low as she looked around, trying to listen for any sounds of him returning.