Part of her mind was still screaming at her that she shouldn’t look like this, or dress like this – ever. Let alone in front of her brother. But her pussy was so wet and her clitoris hurt so much and it was hard to think. She just had to obey her rules and she would get through this.
When she stepped back outside, her brother’s eyes went wide, and she knew she had made a mistake. She’d dressed herself as even more of a sexual object than when she had first arrived. The shirt just accentuated her tits, and was still short enough to tease the idea of her cunt. She could see that Daniel was picturing her naked, being fucked, just because of how she was dressed, and she felt herself tearing up.
Daniel said, “Is this how you dress at home?”
Laura wanted to say, “No, of course not,” but she wasn’t allowed to answer questions that way. And with the pain in her pussy she couldn’t concentrate enough to make up a lie so instead she told the truth, hating the way it degraded her even as she did.
“No,” she whispered. “At home I’m naked except for my collar all the time, except that I rub sperm into my tits.”
Daniel’s face wrinkled up in a mixture of disgust and arousal. “Jesus,” he spat. “Just sit on the couch. I ordered us room service. Stay put when it comes. If anyone sees you they’ll think I’ve hired a prostitute, so best you don’t answer the door.”
Laura did as she was told and sat on the couch, and Daniel stepped into the bathroom to use the toilet, closing the door behind him. Laura’s cunt hurt very badly. Laura needed relief, so while Daniel was away she reached between her legs and removed the bulldog clip from her clitoris.
Instantly her twat exploded with pain as the blood rushed back into her clit. Laura had to stuff her fist in her mouth to stifle a squeal – and then to muffle other noises as the pain triggered an orgasm. Laura bit her hand and shook quietly as she endured a long slutty cum with her brother in the next room. And the worst part was when she was done she knew she needed to put the bulldog clip back, and was forced to return it to her abused clit.
Laura had intended to sit with her legs closed but her conditioning got the better of her and when Daniel returned from the toilet, he found her with her knees spread wide apart on the couch, with a clear view up her thighs to her cunt. He took in the sticky tape holding her twat open and the clip on her clit, and his recently satisfied cock began to stiffen again. Laura saw him looking, and blushed, but found herself too well-conditioned to close her legs or cover herself.
“Fuck, Laura, close your legs,” Daniel chided her.
“I can’t,” whimpered Laura.
“Why not?” he asked.
Again, Laura couldn’t think of anything other than the truth. She was only able to change it enough to conceal the role of her blackmailer.
“I paid to be conditioned to not protect my twat,” she said. “I took lessons and training and now I can’t protect or cover my pussy even if someone is going to hurt it. My tits either.”
Daniel looked at her thoughtfully, and then stepped forward. He drew back his hand in an obvious signal of a forthcoming slap. When Laura did nothing other than look up at him pleadingly, he brought the hand down hard against her breasts. SLAP! Her brother’s hand smashed into her left slutmelon painfully, and Laura did nothing whatsoever to stop it or protect herself. She couldn’t. Her arms wouldn’t have moved if she tried.
But not only was she unable to protect herself – her rules said she was supposed to encourage his interest in touching her. So she moaned sluttily at the pain when what she really wanted to do was cry.
“You really have been conditioned,” her brother said. “And you wanted this?”
Laura nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Why is there a bulldog clip on your clit?” he asked.
“Because it makes me feel sluttier and look sluttier,” said Laura. “And I need to look and feel slutty.” It was the truth, of a sort.
He was silent again for a long moment, and then said, “And how do you expect me to react to all this?”
Laura’s breath caught. It was an open-ended question. Her answer needed to be sexual or degrading but… it could be the truth, couldn’t it? She felt herself start to cry.
“Please don’t fuck me,” she said, choking on a sob. “Please don’t. Please don’t fuck me. I know how I’m acting and what I look like but you’re my brother, please don’t fuck me. I’m such a stupid bimbo slut now, I know, but I can’t help it.” And then she panicked. She wasn’t supposed to discourage his affection, was she? Had she just forfeited this game? She backpedaled. “I mean, you can fuck me. I’d let you. It wouldn’t be rape or anything. I’d cum, if you fucked me. I know I’m such a cocktease….”
Her brother had heard enough. He stepped forward and put a hand over her mouth, silencing her. Laura looked up at him with big, tear-filled eyes.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Laura,” he said, in a disgusted voice. “God, what kind of person do you think I am? I don’t know why you’re acting like this or what you’ve done to your life, but I’m your brother and I’m not going to use you the way you seem to want to be used.”
And the words were reassuring but Laura was aware that his cock was visibly hard in his pants again.
He might have said more, but then there was a knock at the hotel door. It was the food delivery. Laura scuttled into the toilet to hide while Daniel answered the door to receive the food. While she waited for Daniel to receive the food she gave herself another brief relief from the clip on her twat. Once again she orgasmed quietly from the rush of pain as she removed it then replaced it.
When she came out, the food had been placed on the room’s small table – a dish of pasta for each of them. Laura sat at a chair, her legs again spread, aware that her cunt was leaving a wet patch on the seat. Daniel sat opposite her and they ate in silence, broken only by Laura plaintively asking, “Do you think I deserve to be raped?” She was frustrated when Daniel sighed, and replied, “No Laura, you’re acting incredibly slutty tonight, but that doesn’t mean you deserve to be raped.” Laura knew she would need to convince her brother otherwise before he left.
After dinner, Daniel asked, “So what do you want to do now?” Laura ran through possible answers – they had to be slutty and degrading, after all. She wanted to say, “I want to masturbate until I cum,” because that was exactly what she wanted to do. But she was scared if she disgusted her brother too much he would kick her out, and she would lose her bet. So instead she said, “I want you to spank me for being such a slut.”
He sighed. “No, Laura.” He stood up. “In fact, why don’t we just go to bed, before you embarrass yourself anymore?”
Laura was relieved. That was the best she could have hoped for. She was worried he might make her sleep on the couch, but thankfully there was no discussion of this.
Daniel stripped down to his boxers to sleep. He was clearly uncomfortable doing this in front of his newly-sluttified sister, but not so much as to do something else.
“I need to sleep naked, Daniel,” Laura said. He looked at her silently, before saying, “Okay.”
Blushing, Laura pulled off her shirt, exposing her large tits to her brother. He took in her erect nipples, her dripping wet cunt splayed open by sticky tape, and the clip on her clitoris, and said nothing. She climbed into bed next to him, and he turned off the lights.
In bed there was an awkward silence. They were face to face. Laura could feel her brother’s breath on her cheek.
“Are you just going to leave that clip on your pussy all night?” Daniel asked. “It can’t be good for you.”
“May I take it off?” Laura asked. Daniel hadn’t put it there but somehow it felt right that she should ask for permission to make the pain stop.
“Yes, of course,” Daniel said. Laura reached between her legs and unclipped her clitoris. Once again it made her squeal in pain, and buck violently against the sudden combination of excruciating pain and the orgasm that went with it. Daniel said nothing as his naked sister orgasmed humiliatingly in bed next to him.
“What about the sticky tape?” he asked when she was done.
Her answer needed to be degrading. “My cunt should be accessible,” she told him. And then, “Am I a bimbo?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. And he rolled away from her.
It took her a long time to get to sleep.
Chapter 30
HER BROTHER, PART TWO
She woke up in the morning with a dripping wet cunt and something poking into her groin from behind. Instinctively she bucked against it a few times before waking up fully and realizing it was her brother’s erect cock.
He was still asleep, but at some point they had both rolled over during the night. Now Laura was facing away from Daniel, but Daniel was facing her and hugging her. One of his arms had gathered her up into a hug and his hand was resting on her naked boob, lightly squeezing it. Her back was pressed against his chest, and his boxer-short covered groin was hard against her buttocks. Only a thin layer of boxer short fabric separated his dick from her holes.
She wanted to keep bucking, to force his cock into her vagina, to bring herself to release on her brother’s erect tool. But that was the slut in her talking. Quite apart from the degradation of fucking her brother, if Daniel ejaculated inside her she would lose her bet with her abuser, miss her chance to be released from blackmail, and quite likely fall pregnant as well.
Instead of fucking her brother, she lowered a hand to her pussy to play with it while she thought.
Yesterday had not gone as planned. She had been a bigger trollop in front of her brother than she had planned, and instead of reacting with love and gentlemanly forbearance he had agreed she was a slut, beaten her, and then ejaculated in his pants. Clearly he found her sexually arousing. That idea alone almost drove her to tears, but she needed to stay focused, and have a plan to get through this weekend.
She wasn’t going to be less of a slut today, she suspected. She was already horny, she would have to dress like a whore all day, and she would probably need to arrange for Daniel to watch her fuck Erica at some point during the day. If he went the whole day without release he would probably end up raping her at this rate. She would need to give him some satisfaction that didn’t involve fucking her.
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