“How hard did Sarah suck on your tits love?” He inquired.
“Very hard sir.” I answered, the nerves within my plump chest were screaming in a tired pain.
He continued to be rough with me. Not only did he press his fingers into me with mass amounts of pressure, but he started to slap my breasts around. Apparently they were just as fun as seeing my ass jiggle when smacked. The sensation was sending each neuron into a cataclysm of agony, which somehow was starting to feel good.
“Sarah, come here and slap your friend’s tits.” Jace commanded nicely of her.
She crawled her way to his feet, kneeling between his thighs and was within reach of my body. It didn’t seem to be enough for my brother.
“Stick that bust out, come on.” He requested while yanking at my hair. He pulled my body upward, making my upper torso stick outward. “There you go. Good girl. Come on Sarah. Give us a good hard slap.” His voice was no longer intimidating, but under the guise of a friend or someone kind. His means were twisted and the fact that he tried to sound so cavalier made everything much more darker than it was.
I sat there with not much of a choice to begin with and prepared myself for what’s to come. Perhaps the only silver lining of this was that my chest had been released from his icy death grip. It was my turn to close my eyes. I felt the gust of wind as Sarah brought her hand back. I tensed my body as I realized that at any moment my aching breasts would be at the end of my brother’s cruel enjoyment.
Her tiny hand came down on me, forcing myself to swallow the yelp that desired to get out. The pain became this almost numbing feeling. I felt the spike of hurt the moment her hand made contact, but as it spread throughout my body it left a dull prickling feeling in its wake. It was one a single moment of heightened torment, then a blissful come down from the initial throbbing response. Jace wasn’t happy with her performance though.
“Do I need to demonstrate what a good hard slap is by using your face as an example?” He raised his voice slightly. I opened one of my eyes, witnessing the instilling fear shoot through her tiny body.
“No sir.” She whimpered.
“Then do it right.” He emphasized.
I shut my eye upon seeing her hand return to the air. Jace had gotten to her. This slap stung three times as bad. I couldn’t keep my sounds in this time, especially not after she gave both my tits rapid slaps, leaving them no time to dwindle down to the numbingness. I let out a small cry. My loving brother reacted by moaning into my ear as the sound of distress came from forcing his sister’s friend to abuse the body of his family.
“And I thought your moans sounded hot.” He said, letting his wicked smile press against my wet and red cheeks. “You like being smacked around? How does it feel?” He questioned.
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