He looked confused. “You mean help you to stop being a cocktease?”
No! she thought desperately. That’s the wrong question! And now she had to answer it the way she had been told to. “Yes,” she simpered, trying to say “no” with her eyes.
“How should I help you stop being a cocktease?” he asked. And again Laura realized she had lost control of this conversation, and had to answer in a way that degraded her.
“Spank me when I’m a slut,” she said. She didn’t want her brother to spank her but it occurred to her that maybe he could undo some of her conditioning, if he hurt her when she was behaving like a fuckdoll. Except she wanted to be a fuckdoll, didn’t she? That was what a good little hetero was. Her conditioning had helped her. But she was so humiliated to be this way in front of her brother… it couldn’t be right.
She couldn’t resolve it in her head. Instead, she turned off her brain and kept talking. “Punish me when I’m being disobedient or bitchy. Hurt me when I’m behaving badly.”
Her eyes were fixed on her brother’s pants as she talked. His erection was huge and obvious. She watched it twitch inside his pants as she begged him to hurt her. Unbidden, her mind pictured what his cock might look like, what it might feel like in her mouth, huge and hard. She thought about it going into her cunt, ejaculating, impregnating her. Her pussy suddenly flooded with moisture and her face reddened.
“Well,” he said, “Why did you turn up to my room wearing lingerie?”
“Because I wanted to dress slutty for you,” she replied. It was the truth.
“And what reaction did you hope for?” he continued.
There was only one answer she could give. She didn’t want to. But she was required to. “I wanted you to be sexually attracted to your sister.”
“What did you think I’d want to do?” Daniel asked slowly.
Laura scrambled for an answer. She didn’t want him to fuck her. She needed him to not fuck her. She didn’t want to put that idea in his head more than it already was. “I thought it would make you want to masturbate,” she said.
“Masturbate to thoughts of my sister? God, Laura, you really are a slut now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Laura admitted.
“So why did you come in lingerie? Why didn’t you just come naked?”
Her answer had to degrade her. She said, “Because I’m a cockteasing little bitch.”
“That’s what I thought,” said Daniel. “You were going to try to make me want to see your cunt, but not let me see it, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” admitted Laura.
“Well, the first step in not being a cocktease is to follow through on your implied promises,” said Daniel. “I don’t want to fuck my sister, of course” – his erect cocking showing the lie – “but you can’t just do this with boys and not give them what they want. Take off that underwear.”
Laura blushed. She unhooked her bra, and removed it, exposing her big tits to her brother’s gaze, and then slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away. Her cunt was obviously puffy and aroused, and her cunt slime was conspicuously glistening on her inner thighs. As she shifted her position, her legs parted slightly, and a sticky rope of girl nectar could be seen hanging stickily between her labia.
Daniel stared at her cunt and said nothing. His cock pressed eagerly against his pants.
Laura remembered the specific questions she had to ask. “Do you think I’m a slut?” she asked.
“Yes, Laura,” her brother said, “I think you’re a huge slut. Come over here and lie on my lap for a spanking.”
Laura did as she was told. She positioned herself on the couch face down, her tits pressed against the armrest, her arms hanging over the edge, her twat pressed against her brother’s crotch and her ass pointing upwards. She could feel the tent of Daniel’s cock poking against her fuckhole, and she knew that in return she was drooling pussy juice all over his pants, leaving a tangible wet spot.
Daniel put his hands on her buttocks, feeling them, parting them to look at her anus, and then squeezing them. Laura moaned and ground her pussy against his cock. She knew it was slutty but she couldn’t help it. Then Daniel started to spank her – light blows at first, stinging slaps to her butt cheeks that made her gasp but didn’t really hurt. She felt the blood rising to the surface of her skin.
Then he started hitting her harder. It hurt, but at the same time it felt good. It felt like the sluttiness was being beaten out of her. She moaned happily as he hit her. At the same time, each blow bounced her groin down against her brother’s cock. With the pants in the way, it couldn’t go into her, but each time the tented peak in his pants pressed between her labia, separating them, touching against her clit or teasing at the entrance to her cum-catcher.
As he spanked, he spoke. “You were always a slut, Laura,” he said. “Dressing up like one of those rapebait princesses in your anime. Showing off those giant fuckmelons on your chest. I used to think you weren’t a lesbian because you liked girls, but just because your real fantasy was being raped and you needed an excuse to keep saying no to your friends until they raped you. And the way you’re acting today makes me think I was probably right.”
Laura couldn’t respond. She couldn’t speak at all. She was lost in the pain in her ass, and the prodding at her fuckhole. She tried to say something but only squeaked. What Daniel was saying sounded right. It must be right, because she felt so good. She had always wanted to be raped by her friends. That must have been why she acted that way. Her brother was so good to tell her this, to help her learn.
He spanked her harder. “This is what mum should have done to you, Laura. Stripped you naked and spanked you for your friends to watch, so they’d learn that what you really wanted was to be forced.” His breath was ragged now. His hand on her ass really hurt – but in such a good way. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, and she knew the pain would keep continuing and she didn’t want it to stop.
He was hitting her now about as hard as he physically could. Laura could feel her ass bruising under his hands. She was bucking her hips now, rising up to meet his blows then pushing down on his crotch as hard as she could, trying to get that dick into her pussy, pants or no pants.
And then he suddenly stopped, and his hips bucked, and suddenly Laura felt a new wetness at her crotch. She realized what had happened – he had cum in his pants, soaking his trouser front with his cum. And when she realized her brother had cum against her pussy, she lost it herself, and orgasmed – and then orgasmed again, and again. She pulled herself off his lap, and knelt in front of him. Her intention was to pull open his pants and lick up the cum. She wanted the cum in her mouth. She wanted her brother’s cum.
She would have, too, except suddenly she felt a stinging slap on her cheek that threw her to the ground. Her brother had hit her.
“Slut!” he yelled. “What the hell? You’re disgusting.” His face was twisted in loathing – partly for himself, for what he had just done, but mostly for his succubus of a sister who had tempted him. Laura knew he was right – she was disgusting. What kind of girl cums from her brother spanking her? What kind of *lesbian* cums from that? For that matter, what kind of dumb gross slut leaves a wet patch of her cunt juices on the front of her brother’s pants?
She was most terrified that he would throw her out. Then she would lose the bet, because she needed to sleep here tonight. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I’ll be good. Please, I’ll stop being so slutty. Just let me stay. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I’m all fucked up, I know. Please.”
He looked at her nude body for a time – her swollen tits, her dripping twat – and then made a decision. “Go put some clothes on. Real clothes. Take my suitcase into the bathroom and change.”
Laura grabbed her discarded underwear and her brother’s suitcase and gratefully ran for the bathroom and closed the door. The suitcase was stuffed with quality men’s clothes, but she had a problem. She was required to dress at least as sluttily as if she were only wearing underwear. But her brother wanted her dressed in “real clothes”.
She had to think for a moment before she came up with an answer. Thinking was harder for her these days. It was difficult to form complex thoughts through the constant haze of arousal. But she had an idea.
Her sluttiness didn’t have to be immediately visible. She wiped her hands across her cunt, gathering up a dripping handful of fuckslime, and then wiped it across her tits. She took another handful and rubbed it into her face. It felt so good touching her twat, so she did it a third time and added a bit more to her boobs.
Then she took her panties and pushed them carefully up her ass. Her anus was tight and she couldn’t quite get them all inside her – she was left with a little pit of cloth poking out of her butt.
She looked around in his suitcase and found a small packet of stationary in a zip-lock bag. This didn’t surprise her – her brother didn’t go anywhere without writing supplies. It had been the same since school days. She opened the bag and took out a roll of sticky tape. She broke off a couple of strips and used them to tape her pussy lips to her inner thighs, lewdly splaying her cunt wide open.
She wondered if this would be slutty enough once her tits and cunt were covered. She wasn’t sure, so she added one further accessory – a little bulldog clip on her clitoris. It hurt so much to put it on that she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to gag her own scream, and she knew it would hurt even worse coming off, and more the longer it was on. But now she could be sure she was enough of a slut.
In terms of clothes, her brother had plenty of trousers but Laura just didn’t feel right wearing pants. That felt like a dykey thing to do, not something a good hetero slut would dress in. He was a lot taller than her though, and she found that one of his white cotton casual T-shirts came halfway down her thighs, adequately covering her groin as long as she kept her legs together and didn’t bend too far at the waist. Her big tits pushed out at the front of the shirt lewdly, and her erect nipples were clearly visible against the fabric. All told, she still looked like a total fuckdoll, but she could probably get away with travelling a short distance in public dressed like this without being arrested. She was certain it was slutty enough for her blackmailer, at least.
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