Addiction Affliction (closed)

I groaned as my brother pressed my wet panties against my nose, the scent of my arousal strong on them. I shook my head. God damn it! I cursed myself. How can my body betray me like this? I felt tears welling in my eyes. No, Jenna. You don't like it!

I nodded my head at his statement about not using the gag unless I scream. "Okay," I whispered. I desperately wished he would take the blindfold off. Or not, I thought, changing my mind, remembering that I was covered in my own blood.

Just then he bent me over again so my face was laying on the bed. I could still smell my traitorous cunt juices, so he must have my panties close to me. I inhaled again. Smells good...

His hand is on my ass, almost caressing me. I feel his fingers run across my ass, and shudder as he keeps going. He touches me...there...again. I moan softly. It's almost gentle...almost feels good.

With a single motion my brother slides something, his fingers? his cock? inside me! "Oh!" I cried out. Not too loudly, thank god, but enough to register my surprise. I groaned as his penetration filled me deeply. I just lay there, waiting. Did he just take his little sisters virginity? It didn't hurt like I thought it should, so that was a relief. But the tears continued to well into my eyes, rolling out of the corner of the blind fold.
 
I continued to work my two fingers in and out of her pussy, all the while whispering dirty things in her ear from behind her.

"You need to remember you belong to me now...

"You like those fingers in your cunt don't you...

"I can feel you getting wetter and wetter, slave..."

I brought my hand from her pussy around to her face, her abundant cunt-juices all over my hand. I rubbed my hand onto her face, grabbing her cheeks and rubbing it on her nose and lips.

"You like how you taste, slave?"
 
Fingers. He said fingers! So he did not take my virginity. Hope began to bloom inside of me. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I originally thought. He obviously just wanted to scare me. Well, it worked.

Play along, Jenna.

Man I want more coke.

Focus!!!

As Tommy pumped his fingers in and out of my tight pussy, I began to find it rather pleasurable in spite of everything. The things he was saying to me...well he was getting inside my head. In a way that I didn't expect.

I bit back a moan as he withdrew his hand. Then his hand was in my face, the scent of my arousal heavy on his fingers. I breathed in deeply, and stuck out my tongue to attempt to get a taste. Mmm.

"Yes, Tommy," I whispered, continuing to lick my juices off of his fingers.
 
My cock shuddered as I felt her hot mouth and tongue on my hand. I was right behind, and I pressed myself forward, my hard dick between her asscheeks now. Fuck that felt good. Especially as she squirmed about a bit, rubbing on my just right, even though I'm sure that's not really what she was trying to do.

I moved my hand away from her mouth then and grabbed her hair on top of her head. I yanked back firmly, eliciting a delightful squeal. I adjusted my cock behind her, and now I could feel her wet cunt on the head of my dick.

"Now tell me who do you belong to?"
 
I groaned when Tommy removed his fingers from my mouth. I could definitely feel his cock nestled against my ass, so close to my soaking wet, virgin pussy. I really had no idea what his plans were next. I found myself hoping he would put his fingers back inside of me.

Then with a jerk he grabbed my hair and yanked, hard. "Yeowch!" I squealed. That hurt!

"Now tell me who do you belong to?"

I quivered as he moved and I felt what I hoped were his fingers at the entrance to my pussy.

'Just tell him what he wants to hear, Jenna. He'll go easy on you if you do. Stay calm.' I told myself.

"Y-y-you, Tommy," I stuttered, not sounding as confident as my brain told me to. I was cringing, scared of what was next, and my neck was starting to hurt.

"Please," I whispered.
 
I smiled deviously. I released her hair, pushing her face back down on the bed in the process.

"Please what, slave?" I asked, as I reached down and grabbed my cock with my hand. I rubbed the head firmly around her wetness, dipping it inside just a bit. The feel of it was heavenly...
 
Ahhhh. It felt so good to have my neck released. If only my hands would be free.

Please what, he asked me. Please let me go! Please finger me again! Please don't hurt me! Please give me more coke! Please don't...

Wait, is that his cock rubbing against my slit? Oh no...

Please don't take my virginity!!! I screamed inside my head. Then he pushed a little bit inside of me. I buried my face against his comforter. It felt....

Good. Tight, but good.

No Jenna! You have to stop him. He can't do this to you!!

"Please stop, Tommy. Please," I begged, turning my face so he could hear me.

"Please let me go," I whimpered.
 
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I let her go when she said "stop" but I had no intention of laying off for long.

"Stop? Don't?" I said, walking over to the desk and my box of wonders. "It's too late for that," I said, eyeing her amazing body, on display on my bed. Her cunt was right there, juicy and ready to be violated.

I bent over and got myself a fresh nose-ful of blow, snorting loudly. Then I grabbed my belt and approached the bed.

"You started this you teasing little bitch," I said, and with that I let loose with the belt, smacking it across her exposed ass.

"This is all your fault," I sneered, and lit up her ass again...
 
I exhaled as he let me go and pulled out of me. I was safe.

For now.

Even through my fear, I snorted involuntarily as I heard Tommy do so. God some of that shit could really help me out right now.

He sounded so menacing, so...mean. Different. Not the Tommy I have been hanging around for the past few days. What had happened? Because I snuck off to do some lines? What can I say, do, to get out of this? I tested my binds again. Yeah, they are solid, of course.

Being sober right now is not my friend. I could really, really use some more blow.

Fuck.

I listened as my brother rummaged around. What is he going to do to me?

I cringed as I heard him approach me. What was he...

"AHHHH!" I screamed, as he whipped something on my ass. A whip? Belt? It was leather for sure, and long. And it hurt like hell.

"Tommy!!!" I screamed. "That fucking hurts...FUCK! Stop it!" I cried out as he hit me again. He was telling me it was my fault, I started it. Tears flowed freely from my eyes. I tried to contain my sobs, but a couple escaped my lips.

"What did I do? Oh Tommy please, please stop!"
 
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"For starters, screaming again," I said as I climbed onto the bed and grabbed her firmly by the throat, forcing her upright, and choking her again. I dropped the belt and grabbed the gag, still choking her. She squirmed against me and I kept her air supply shut off, until I felt her start to go limp.

I released her, and when she gasped for air, the ball went back in her mouth. I fastened it behind her head again.

"Fuckin teasing me," I said, getting behind her again, grabbing the belt, and whipping it across her ass once more.

"Rubbing the hot body on me." CRACK!

"Strutting around in next to nothing." CRACK!

"Making your big brother want you!" CRACK CRACK CRACK!

"Not following orders!" CRACK!

"This is all your fault you little slut." CRACK!

"You have only yourself to blame." CRACK!

Her ass was bright red now, criss-crossed with belt marks. She wouldn't be able to sit down comfortably for a while...
 
I was full on sobbing now, the spit running out of my mouth around the ball and dripping down my chin onto the bed. The things he was saying to me, doing to me...I had been absentmindedly counting the lashes but lost count after 10. How is this all my fault? It takes two after all!

I kept reminding myself that he's my brother. He won't keep hurting me. He'll stop soon.

But he was starting to get in my head. Is this really my fault? Hadn't I purposely tried to seduce him? I think so. I guess I deserved this punishment.

Stop Jenna! He shouldn't do this!

But I knew I was trapped. I was at my big brothers mercy.
 
"You are such a fucking whore," I said, dropping the belt on the floor. I stroked my cock as I got up on the bed behind her. I was rock hard. She was dripping wet. The stink of her arousal filled the room.

I positioned myself behind her, cock still in my hand. I rubbed the tip against her wet, inviting cunt.

"And now you're my little whore," I said, as I pushed the head of my cock inside her. Fuck was she tight.

I reached forward and grabbed her hips.

I thrust into her, hard, breaking through, taking my little sister for my own...
 
I'm his whore...to be used as he pleases... I let the words bounce around my brain as I tried to understand the full weight of them.

But I didn't have time for that. My brother was behind me again. I felt his weight on the bed. Then I felt his cock at my opening again. Oh no...no! He entered me, slowly. I cried out around the gag. He couldn't understand me as my words were garbled.

"No Tommy stop please don't!! NO! I'm saying no god damn it..."

I began to sob knowing he couldn't understand what I was saying, and even if he did he wouldn't stop.

His hands held on tightly to me as he thrusted hard inside of me, taking my virginity, breaking into me. I screamed out in pain, as I felt something pop inside of me. Oh the pain of it, and being so full of his thick cock. This was not the way I saw our "bet" playing out!

I kept saying "no no no" but it mattered not. My brother is going to have his way with me regardless and I'm powerless to stop him.
 
Every thrust was a little slice of heaven as I fed my cock deep into my sister's hot cunt again and again. I couldn't really believe I was doing this... I could tell by the sobs that my sister wanted me to stop, but I was well beyond caring at this point.

She was my slave. She must be taught her place.

The pleasure of it all was a major bonus, of course, and amplified as it was by the coke coursing through my system, nevermind the heady rush of simply having this kind of power over her...

I was definitely going to enjoy this for a while.

I buried my thick rod fully inside her, and held it in deep. I reached forward with one hand and got a grip of her hair.

"How do you like that cock, you whore?" I asked her, knowing full well she could hardly respond through the gag.
 
I sobbed and sobbed as my brother fucked my no longer virgin pussy with no care or concern if he was hurting me or not. I'm his now. Just like he said. His little whore to be used as he pleases.

I screamed as he jerked my head back, stilling his movements for the time being.

"How do you like that cock, you whore?"

I sniffed and snorted, my nose so stuffy from crying so much. I wanted to say how horrible it was, that I don't like it one bit and you are hurting me so bad! But that wouldn't even matter as this fucking gag was preventing me from speaking. So I remained silent, and stopped my sobs.

Then I had a moment of clarity: I decided I no longer want to give him the pleasure of making me cry. That's one thing he can't control!
 
After fucking her for a bit, the tears stopped; I assumed that meant she wouldn't scream anymore. I grabbed the clasp that held the ball gag on her head and released it, the straps falling forward, and a moment later the gag itself fell out of her mouth.

I grabbed her hair and yanked it back, and then smacked her ass hard, twice, as I held my big dick firmly inside her.

"I asked you a question, slave," I growled.
 
He removed the gag. I couldn't believe it. I had only stopped crying for mere moments. I breathed in deeply through my mouth, welcoming the air and spitting out the taste of the foul rubber ball.

I winced as he spanked me. My head was staring to really hurt from the amount of times he had yanked my hair back. I sniffed. I could use more coke...I idly wondered if I would ever be allowed to have any.

He thrusted hard and held himself inside of me. I winced again as his size filled me to the brink. My pussy clenched automatically on him.

"I asked you a question, slave."

I gulped. What was the question? Oh right. His cock. Well I hate it. I want it out of me. It broke through my protective barrier; took my virginity. My brothers cock.

This is tricky. Do I tell him I hate it, or tell him I love it? Which does he prefer hearing? Think fast Jenna.

"I, uh..." I stammered. "I don't know," I admitted honestly. He had me so tight by my hair, still not moving inside of me, waiting for my answer. My pussy squeezed his cock again involuntarily. Why did that keep happening? Only this time it felt...

Pleasurable.

No. No way. Fuck that.

"I hate it! You are a rapist!" I screeched. "You are supposed to love me, you're my brother!" I almost broke down into tears but held them off.

Fuck... Why did I say all that! I braced myself; I have a feeling I'm not going to like his reaction.
 
"Shut up you fucking bitch!" I yelled down at her, pushing her head down onto the bed to muffle her screams. Shouldn't have removed the gag just yet. Oh well.

Fuck that pussy felt amazing. And the way she fought it only amplified my pleasure!

I looked down, watching my cock plunge into her cunt, and it was then I noticed the blood. Coating the backs of her thighs, her pussy, my cock, my crotch. Proof of virginity.

"Pretty hard to rape the willing, slave," I said as I buried myself deep within her once more. "You suck cock pretty good for a virgin. Now you better stop being so fucking loud, or you'll be wearing that gag for days!"
 
I pressed my face into his bed, biting his comforter through the pain as he thrust his huge cock inside of my tight pussy. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and my brain began feeling more of the pleasure, much to my dismay.

I slumped my torso down some, and my nipples grazed the bed. The feeling shot straight down to my pussy, and it clenched hard on my brothers cock. Mmmm. I allowed the rocking motion of my body from his fucking to continually graze my nipples against the fabric. Might as well try to get some pleasure out of this.

His words were harsh though. I suck good cock for a virgin. Well I had been high as shit and actually enjoying myself at that time. Why can't I now? And I don't want to wear that nasty gag. I'll be quiet. But I wondered if he would allow me to moan...
 
I grunted in pleasure as I felt her hot, juicy, violated cunt squeezing my massive dick as I plunged it inside her.

"Fuck yes you little whore," I said, groaning as I continued thrusting in much the same way that caused her pussy to contract around me so pleasurably. "Yeah, squeeze your big brother's big cock some more," I demanded, my head spinning from the overwhelming forbidden pleasure of it all.

"You little fucking slut, you're gonna cum all over my cock," I informed her, in case she didn't know. I could tell my turgid member was hitting her in all the right spots with every thrust. I grabbed ahold of her handcuffed wrists, holding her in place as I continued to violate her...
 
No way. I won't cum. I'll show him!

But it was all feeling so amazing now. The stinging in my ass had subsided and now was just warm, and it added to the pleasurable feeling that was building deep inside of me. My pussy was becoming quite used to my brothers cock size now. And fuck did it feel good.

I pressed my face hard into Tommy's bed. No. No. But the angle at which he was driving himself into me, his onslaught on my no longer virgin pussy, was almost too much. My muscles clenched him again, and I moaned deep into the comforter. My nipples were scraping his comforter faster now, and it was driving me wild with a need to get off. I'm not sure how long I can stop it from happening!

My brain was becoming fuzzy. The lines between right and wrong were quickly becoming blurred as my body was overruling my mind. Oh god...I'm so close...
 
I continued pounding her tight little cunt, using her for my own pleasure, and I could feel a steadily building pleasure in my core that could only mean my orgasm was imminent.

"Fuck yes you little whore I'm gonna pump you full of my cum... You want your big brother's cum up your pussy?" I growled at her, pounding my cock into her hard.

I felt it then, as the words fell from my lips, my cock stiffened and throbbed and pulsed deep inside her, and I held her down and impaled her with my full length, as my thick, copious seed pumped into her deepest recesses...
 
I was panting now, desperate to hold off my orgasm. There was no way I wanted to let Tommy know how good this feels to me now. The sound of him slamming his body against mine only further aroused me. This shouldn't be a turn on! This is wrong, so wrong! Against my will! Oh fuck...

His words alerted me that he was gonna cum mere seconds before he did. As he held himself deep inside of me I felt his cock pulsing...holy shit he just came inside of me! No...no...

"Oh fuuuuck... Yessss..." I moaned as my orgasm finally overtook me. I slammed my hips back against him, biting his comforter to try to keep from screaming in ecstasy. My pussy clenched hard around my brothers cock, and it felt just divine in top of an already explosive climax.
 
My orgasm seemed to go on forever. I could feel my cock pulsing and throbbing, my seed shooting off inside my sister in big fat gobs, and every wave of pleasure that washed over me seemed to be more intense than the last. I could feel her cunt squeezing my cock, as she was cumming on my orgasming cock. Perhaps it was the sheer forbidden, taboo nature of it all; I was, after all, raping my little sister...

Finally, though, I finished, and fell back off of her, leaving her with a gaping, used, leaking pussy, bent over on my bed before me. My breathing was heavy and ragged. What to do with her now, I wondered, sniffing as I watched her on my bed.
 
And then he was out of me. Holy shit. It felt gross, and it hurt, yet felt good. My orgasm wasn't quite finished when he withdrew from me, and I bucked back once into nothing. I groaned in frustration, then in relief. It was over.

Well, at least I hoped. I'm still completely helpless and bound before him. Before I could stop them, I felt the tears flooding my eyes. It was all so overwhelming; my virginity was gone, I was raped, yet I had cum; and it was all because I was being punished for snorting his coke, which I wanted more than anything at this moment. Or a drink. Or a smoke. I broke down into quiet sobs, afraid to be too loud. He was being so quiet, except for his heavy breathing.

What is my brother thinking? What is he going to do to me now?
 
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