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You present your new toy to the world

You look like a complete idiot as you wobble around on the club dance floor like a zombie. But you don’t have to be embarrassed. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about after the last few days and you marvel the fact that a few rapes can have on your life. And here everyone only has eyes for the bombshell next to you in her skin-tight black evening dress, her made-up hair in a high loose bun and her hooker high heels.

Cathy is just perfect. She dances seductively next to you to the beats of the deafening music, moves her body, touches you, dances with you and leads you in a feminine, gentle way so that all eyes are on Cathy while she is a perfect complement to you. It feels amazing to dance with a sexy older girl for the sake of her enslaving and that she is your broken big sister is unknown to anyone here. Here you are her boyfriend and master and Cathy is trying her hardest to get her sexy boyfriend to fill all her greedy holes tonight.

“They’re all looking at us,” she screams in your ear, trying to be sexy, which is hard to do with loud music. But her hot lips on your neck are sign enough and you see the looks of two girls next to you as she presses herself against you. In response, you move your hands to her bulging ass and grab it while you fix your eyes on one of the girls. Her friend quickly pulls her off the stage as Cathy starts rubbing against you like a hooker.

Her ass presses against your crotch as the music suppresses her excited breathing as well as the shocked moans of those around you as the sexy girl clearly offers herself to you like a piece of meat. Everything is so perfect.

“You’re incredibly sexy when you dance, darling.” Cathy winks at you as she sits down in the box with you, further away from the music, looking at the dance floor. Giggling happily, your companion slides next to you and leans against you, her lips on your neck and cheek again, her hands on your body while you come down from the high of dancing. “It’s so much better than with Anna,” she breathes into your ear and runs her tongue over your skin. “I love you so much, Ethan.”

“I could get used to that,” you simply say and sip your expensive drink (i.e. paid for by Cathy). “Free drinks always taste better.”

“You shouldn’t pay for anything here,” your sister purrs, not bothered by the fact that you ignore her advances. Instead, she tries a different way. “These peasants are lucky to have someone like you with them,” she says, sliding her manicured fingers into your crotch. You sit up straighter as she works on the bulge in your pants. “Just the fact that you shit here is worth more than the lives of everyone in this dirty place.” You look at her mischievously.

“You really need it,” you say spitefully and Cathy nods like an eager schoolgirl.

“Mhm. Yes brother” she says, voice pregnant with animalistic desire. “I need your cock to survive.” Her movements become more purposeful. “I’m nothing without your cock, Ethan. Just dirt under your feet. Just being able to touch you is more than I could buy with my life.” You giggle at that. “Do you like this brother? Do you like humiliating me? Then this stupid cunt likes it too.” She wants to kiss you while her hands go into the waistband of your pants. Then she squeals like a piglet as you push her away with your hand on her face, ignoring the unbelieving looks of those around you. Then you hear one of the girls on the dance floor gasp over the music itself as the rest of your drink lands in Cathy’s face.

You just say “More” without looking at her.

“Yes, darling.” Cathy immediately stands up, grabs her small handbag and rushes over to the bar on her high heels while giving you a look at her shaking ass.

But the shocked looks from the other guests don’t bother you as much as your feelings for Cathy.

I hate this bitch! I hate her!

You’ve been telling yourself that all evening but something in your head knows you’re lying to yourself. Your old sister doesn’t exist anymore. The rebellious, angry, self-confident Cathy has disappeared and in her place is now the submissive, shy, cute girl who will use her money to pay you for an overpriced drink with a wet face and even wetter pussy.

You should hate her. But you can’t hate a cute puppy either.

This can’t be allowed, damn it! She took years of your life away. Years! She ignored and humiliated you. Don’t let her find forgiveness after such a short time.

Sometimes you hate being such a good and noble person.

“Hey there.” The young man standing next to her looks good. Fit, healthy, a confident smile on his lips. Cathy ignores him. But he doesn’t let up. “Everything okay?”

“Of course,” she says and smiles, tasting the alcohol on her tongue that glues on her face.

“What was that about?” asks the man and points to her brother. “A little brother shouldn’t behave like that.” Cathy blinks stupidly at the man. Does he know about Ethan? What should she say? She’s so stupid and useless, she wishes Ethan would be here and sort things out. But she has to learn to be a good sister and Ethan’s words, his orders were clear.

“That’s my boyfriend,” she says firmly. She used to go to the city’s clubs precisely because of guys like that standing in front of her. He is a perfect match for her. But today she only longs to be at the side of the untrained boy who rules her life with an iron fist.

“What? That one?” The man laughs. “Okay.” Then he leans over to her, thinking he’ll have an easy time. “Then you should fire him quickly and find a real man. Here.” He hands her a serving and smiles. “A queen like you deserves better.” Cathy feels sick. And this time it’s not a reaction from the spear in her neck. “I’m Raul.”

“Hello Raul,” she smiles and places her hand on his. That’s why she gets sick. “And goodbye Raul. I need to attend to my king.”

She walks back to Ethan, her chest puffing out proudly. She holds his drink in her hands, hopes he will like it, an offering for her God. Her face is wet and sticky from alcohol, she doesn’t think to clean it. It’s like with his cum on her, everything from Ethan is a holy gift.

She almost longs for the pain back, because it means she will be even better for him. That is her goal in life and she fears he wil dismiss her if she can’t get even better for him.

“Here I am again, darling,” she says and hands Ethan’s drink with a bright smile.

“Well finally,” he snorts, but Cathy knows he’s not really angry. She is his big sister and even though she is very stupid as a girl and woman – how stupid, only a man like Ethan can tell her – she still knows what’s going on inside him. Now that only he is in her silly little head it is so easy to understand him. She feels sick again thinking about how much time she has wasted. For him too. And the longing for the pain becomes stronger.

But her needs don’t matter. As Ethan sips his drink, Cathy plays her role and slowly makes him more and more angry at her by being tender towards him. She knows that he doesn’t want to forgive her yet but is too kind to exercise his right to torture her. A good big sister knows what to do and the spear doesn’t punish her for annoying him. She feels good about it.

He has his slut Jenna for niceties.

Cathy is his big sister.

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Cathy is whole

If you’re honest, you don’t know what to expect. Somehow you’re sure it worked, but maybe it’ll take a while. Or maybe you’ll find Cathy, brain fried and drooling, but after what you’ve been through today, you don’t care – almost.

She is drooling. And not only that. The smell of sweat, cunt juice and urine fills your nose. How long have you been away? Maybe five hours? Six?

“Cathy?” Red welts have formed around her wrists and ankles. Dried and fresh spit sticks to her mouth, neck and between her sweaty breasts. Her nipples are so stiff you could cut glass with them and her cunt winks at you, wet and sticky between her motionless, sometimes twitching legs. It is already late evening and in the pale light that the naked light bulb casts into the room, your big sister looks like a being from another planet.

You bend over her carefully and touch her neck. You feel a pulse, surprisingly steady. At your touch, the girl opens her eyes, slowly, sleepily.

“Ethan?” she croaks, her throat dry. You came prepared and brought a bottle of water and a towel from the house, but you could have thought of disinfectant. At some point Cathy has lost control of her body and pissed herself but her face and body in general don’t look any better. But none of that matters when she sees your face.

“Hey sleepyhead,” you greet her. You don’t know what to expect. The spear can’t control thoughts and everything Cathy has done for you in the last few hours she has done of her own free will. You just pointed her in the right direction. “How do you feel?”

“You’re here,” she smiles overjoyed, even if her eyes are still a little crossed. “I’ve missed you.” Your hand supports her head and you help her take a sip. “She’s gone,” your sister whispers, pleased with herself and grinning stupidly. “It’s only myself now.”

“Good,” you nod, satisfied and a little relieved. You help her to stand up and put the towel over her shoulders. First she almost collapses and you hold her, than she looks at you out of tired eyes.

“I made a mess,” she says and looks between her legs. Then she remembers something very important. Her head snaps up and a tired smile beautifies her sweaty face. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Ohffffffffuckyessssssbro! Yesyesyes! Fuck you fuck me so goood!” You don’t mind the dirt and filth on the mattress and on Cathy. You raped a girl today, you don’t mind a little piss and sweat. And besides, your sister couldn’t last a second longer without you. Her hands claw into the fabric of the mattress and her sweaty hair is in her face as she strains her legs, presses her back into the fabric and throws her hips towards you in wild excitement. Desperate to keep you inside her, it seems her cunt won’t let you go and Cathy is doing everything she can to be a good fuck for you, even if she sways a little bit and her motions are sometimes aimless and clumsy.

All dignity and superiority have gone out of her and you will never see these and other things in her again, but you will see the primeval joy in her face when she does something that makes you want to fuck her. Cathy is all yours. Then, for the third time since you penetrated her, she clenches her teeth and stifles a Valkyrie squeal as her juices squirt against your lap and form a big wet spot under her straining ass cheeks. You make her come a fourth time, just seconds after you shot her to the moon last time, then you ram yourself against her with all your might, penetrating her body as deeply as you can and emptying the contents of your balls into her milking cunt with a satisfied moan, mixed with her own squeals of pure joy.

With a hoarse giggle, you drop her into her mess, slide over her and press your smeared cock between her large breasts. She immediately raises her hands happily, squeezes her melons together and sticks out her tongue, tickling your glans with the tip. Her happy giggles are only interrupted by your cock sliding between her lips.

“Today you’re the second one to have my dirty cock in her mouth cunt” you grin and her eyes light up. With a ‘plop’ she releases you clean and pure.

“Did you fuck the little bitch?” she asks overjoyed.

“I don’t even think she’s a slut. You’re much better at giving head.”

“I have to be. After all, I’m your property and I have to make sure you look good when playing with your toys,” says Cathy and wants to snuggle up to you.

“You stink,” you say and Cathy sits up. “So, you like fucking me?” you ask her.

“That’s all I’m in the world for, brother. And I’m so grateful to you for killing off the part of me that didn’t like it. Now I can finally just be what you want me to be.” She seems genuinely happy with that. “You know, I’ve hoped for so long that women could give me what I need.” She claps her hands over her face to stop herself from laughing out loud and happily. “But all I needed was to get into your possession. Can you imagine how stupid I was not to understand that all these years? And how much I hate myself for not realizing that sooner, for being a good sister to you?”

“I’m here now” you reassure her and have to grin yourself. It seems that Cathy still has memories of how you caught her, but the fact that she’s actually straight has completely slipped her mind.

“Whatever you want from me, you’ll get it. I’ll do anything for you, Ethan. I love you.” It comes out as a fact of nature. “And I hate everyone you want. Women, other men, my friends and family, everyone. Only you exist in my world and my world is yours. Say the word and I’ll do anything for you. You have freed me from my boyfriend. God in heaven! Every time he fucked me I wanted to run to a girl. And at some point I thought it was you who was fucking me and… Well, he thought he deserved it.” Then Cathy can’t take it anymore and comes crawling to you. She puts her head in your lap and kisses your cock gently and lovingly while her ass wiggles invitingly. “But only you can make me come. None of the women, and certainly no other man. You are all I need to live. No air, no water, no food, just your cock and your commanding voice. God Ethan, women are so weak and stupid and must submit to you.” You stroke her dirty hair while she reveals her new worldview. You like what she has done with her life.

“But you know that I will have other women?”

“Naturally. My dirty cunt is not enough for my brother and the greatest honor for me would be if I can help you get your cock into as many pussies as possible.” She smiles happily and claps your chest like she had a great idea. “Let’s start with that cunt Jenna. And then… whoever you want.” Her face brightens. “Hey! I have girlfriends. They are all yours. Or the teachers at my university. All stupid cunts that have to be yours. Or mom.” She shrugs. “If you into MILFs. I really do not care. I’ll do anything for you, brother.” You give her a few reassuring pats on the cheek and Cathy enjoys your guiding touch. “Punish me as you wish. Everything about you is sacred to me. Give me pain as much as you want. Change me however you want. My brain and everything I am is only there to please you. And if you don’t like me, then change me with pain and your cock. I want to be your submissive happy big sister forever.” You smile, her former goal to not have pain seemingly erased in the process and now she wants it like she wants your dick.

“Get dressed. We still have a lot to do.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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You fuck Jenna

You let Jenna process her horror for a few minutes while you jerk your cock to full size with relish. You gave the girl a fair chance to break your heart the normal way and now she’s with someone stronger than her.

“Enough crying girl. Lie on your back. Legs to me.” Sobbing, Jenna follows your command. She’s definitely too scared of the pain and obeys you, in shock but it’s a good start for what you have planned for her life. “Spread your legs. Let me see your cunt again.” She hesitantly complies with your request. “Shit, I just can’t get enough of the sight of you.” But you’re not here for the view.

While beautiful Jenna holds her finger in front of her mouth while staring to you full of panic it occurs to you that you have no real idea how to pleasure a woman in bed, but luckily Jenna doesn’t expect you to, so you can let yourself go completely. Her legs feel fantastic as you grab them and roughly pull them apart, and her gray socks on her delicate feet create a sexy situation, as if she wasn’t prepared to be raped tonight. You grin. Plus her pants lying messily on the disheveled bed.

“Let’s mess you up a bit,” you say and roughly brush through her hair. The girl puts up with it and just stares between her legs. “Are you excited yet?” She shakes her head. “I am,” you admit. Then you shrug your shoulders. “Let’s not wait any longer Love.”

Her mouth flaps open and shut again in a silent cry of pain, open and shut again. Her eyes stare blankly into the air but you’re in heaven.

“Oh God that’s so fucking… good” you moan as you thrust your cock into her tight dry hole.

“Why?” Jenna still doesn’t seem to get it. Or her brain is mush. You roll your eyes and stuff her panties into the girl’s mouth.

“Jesus, you’re stupid. Shut up now and let me enjoy you.”

Then only muffled moans come from Jenna as you enjoy your first time with your dream girl. Cathy is right. It doesn’t matter if a girl likes you or not, the fucking is always good. You imagine what your life with Jenna could be like, looking at her naked body, her hand-sized titties and her labia reluctantly adjusting to your pumping cock. Her belly is tense and her face is straining but you’re not paying attention to her feelings and her belly is rising and falling because she’s enjoying it.

“You enjoy being fucked by me you little bitch?” Jenna shakes her head frantically, not shocked, she tells the truth. “It doesn’t matter either. Your cunt is fantastic, even while dry.” You imagine her, her belly fat from your rape baby. Her family throws her out. She’s dependent on you, begging to be with you. You thrust faster, harder, making her moan.

“I’m going to cum, Jenna,” you press out between your teeth and let yourself fall on top of her. Your body pushes her legs painfully wide apart and her eyes beg you in panic, but you only pay attention to her breasts. You suck one of her tiny nipples into your mouth, then thrust convulsively, not making a good first impression, but you don’t care. Because your sperm shoots into Jenna, Jenna, your great love. She screams into her panties that are hanging out of her mouth and you press your hand into her face.

Then you lie on top of her, breathing heavily. It was different with Cathy, you think to yourself, but you don’t care. You love Cathy like a sister. Jenna, on the other hand… You look at her. She’s hardly in this world.

“Hey.” You give her a gentle but firm slap. Her eyes focus on her rapist again. “That was great. Thanks.” Then you pull her panties out of her mouth, her lips dry and chapped. You stand up and close her legs. “Give it a good squeeze. Don’t want your mother to find stains on the sheets.”

“Oh Gohohod…”

“Here.” With a disgruntled snort, you hand her the morning-after pill and a bottle of water from your backpack. Your fantasies are not so important now. Jenna obeys without asking what kind of pill it is and gulps it down with some water. “Now clean me up.” You point to your smeared, half-limp cock and Jenna obeys again, swaying from the exertion and trauma. “Good girl” you say while she sucks your flaccid cock in her mouth.

Either she doesn’t give you the effort she gives Jason or Jenna sucks at sucking. But you don’t expect her to get anything right the first time on her own initiative either, you just throw her back on her stomach on the sweaty mattress, grab her hair and pull her towards you., the thought of her little mouth making you hard again. This girl is like viagra to you. Her gagging and gurgling and coughing is music to your ears and you remember that you need to fuck Cathy orally this hard. Jenna massages your cock with her lips, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing labored, but her fight against fainting feels fantastic around your cock. A small strand of drool runs down her chin and even though you’re not as big as you wish you were, you manage to take her breath away. That alone makes you hard as steel again and you pat her head generously and call her a good girl while her legs kick and shake wildly.

You fuck her again lying on her back but this time you grab her legs and test how tight you can make her. Luckily you’ve already cum inside her, otherwise you’d come even faster and just before you shoot your load into her for the second time you feel her walls tighten around your cock. Her orgasm milks your cum out of her and you come to a pleasurable climax together with your crying victim.

As Jenna sucks your cock for the second time too, which actually means you’ve grabbed her head and are rubbing yourself over her limp tongue, you make a mental note to prepare yourself better next time you rape a girl. But it’s not your fault. Jenna is just a dream and you can’t wait to fuck her next time.

Finally you’re ready and get dressed. Your girl lies on the bed, silently crying and ugly (as ugly as a girl like Jenna can be), oblivious to the world.

“That was great,” you say encouragingly. “You’re really good. Sorry for my mediocre performance.” You bend over her battered body and she’s too weak to flee from you (what helps her not to get shocked), grab her chin and turn her limp head towards you. A flick of her eyes and she gives you the last of her strength. “I’ll try harder next time.” She’s too weak and there are no tears in her eyes. “Come on, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.” Then it’s time. “But don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it next time.” Then you leap over her body, grab her face and force her to look at you.

“Because you’re madly in love with me.” That wakes her up.

“Please…” she croaks in alarm, but you show her no mercy.

“You’ll forget this night. You’ll fall in love with me. I’ll leave the rest to you. Make up a story. Something I’ll like. I know you don’t know me, but you’ll manage. And if I don’t like the story, then we’ll just change it.”

“Ethan… please… I can’t…” The first shock sets in. Jenna is too weak and her muscles are failing. She just trembles like a ragdoll as her body is flooded with pain.

“Don’t worry. Just this once, then you won’t have any more pain. Train your brain to immediately accept everything I feed it with and you’ll be happy.” You get up and walk to the door, but turn around again. “I love you, Jenna.” Then you leave the room and close the door behind the twitching body.

You go into the kitchen and inform her mother that Jenna is tired and that you will bring her something to eat. Then you leave the house, the sandwich for Jenna in your hand. You need the energy more than your girl does.

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A perfect girlfriend

When you ring the doorbell, an older lady who looks a lot like Jenna opens the door. It’s a good sign that the women in her line still look extremely fuckable in their old age.

“How can I help you young man?” she asks kindly.

“Hello,” you reply in your best tone, trained in years of enforced politeness. “Jenna said I should come over today to help her with Bio.” The lady smiles.

“That Jenna is studying for school is news to me,” she confesses. You see the first signs that your new girlfriend is not as popular at home as she is in school.

“She’ll get in trouble with the coach,” you say.

“Of course she will. The young lady has always had that going for her.”

“Yes,” you laugh, “sometimes we have the feeling that Jenna needs to be shocked really hard before she obeys.”

“No no young man,” her mother admonishes you gently. “Not that tone.” But she smiles good-naturedly and lets the wolf into the flock of sheep. At that moment, Jenna comes stumbling down the stairs and almost falls onto her knees in front of you. While she catches herself, you look at her. Obviously she wasn’t expecting visitors, wearing only sweatpants, short socks and a normal white shirt.

“Hey Ethan,” she greets you, her voice straining to suppress her trembling. “Glad you’re here. Mom, this is Ethan, a good friend from school who’s tutoring me.” She sticks exactly to the script.

And then it’s like in your dreams. Your girl grabs your hand, clasps it with her delicate fingers and quickly pulls you up the stairs to her room.

“What have you done to me?” she asks immediately after throwing you into the room and closing the door.

“Lock the door and close the curtains,” you say, “I don’t want any witnesses.” She doesn’t like the idea of being locked in with you so Jenna sinks to her knees in front of you as the shocks start. Only briefly, then she jumps up and races across the room to obey you. “Sit on the bed.” And Jenna obeys again. Already you can see that she is not as strong as Cathy. You like that. Maybe your dream girl doesn’t have to suffer so much. You sit down with her and she wants to move away from you so you just grab her and hold her back and Jenna obeys once again.

“I call it the Mind Spear,” you say and explain the rules to her. Don’t do anything that endangers you or her. Follow orders. Don’t tell anyone anything. No lies. You’ll save the contraception thing for later.

“My God…” the girl breathes and is shocked. She falls onto the bed, squealing pathetically. You caress her body like you own her, what you do. “Why are you doing this?” she asks weakly while your hands explore her trained stomach and the insides of her upper legs.

“Do I really have to explain this to you?” And you can see that she understands.

“Please apologize Ethan. I didn’t mean to…” And she is shocked. After it’s over, you help her up. She’s also crying from shock and fear, but she doesn’t resist your touch.

“It doesn’t matter that you wanted it,” you say gently and hold her shoulders. You wish she would rest her head against your body but it’s too early for that. “I know I’m not good enough for you.” You grin. “What?”

“Ethan… please don’t…” Another shock.

“Just do everything I tell you and you won’t be in pain anymore,” you try to help her. “Trust me, everything I’m going to do to you will hurt less than the pain.” And Jenna believes you while looking at your from teary eyes. She seems so lost in her own room, her mommy only a few feet away and still you are here with her and she recognizes you as Cathy did. And even if she doesn’t believe that you love her, you like it anyways. You won.

Her eyes widen as your hand rests on her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asks in fear.

“What do you think?” Jenna starts to cry more bitterly and sobs wildly. “Be quiet. If your mother hears you, the pain won’t stop.” Your hand moves between her thighs and feels her body heat through the soft fabric of her grey sweatpants.

“Okay,” Jenna whimpers and nods.

“I wish it had turned out differently,” you say regretfully and take the first step. “But this is your fault.” Jenna is not shocked. She’s already listening to you.

“Yes,” she whimpers and believes it.

“Good girl. You are smart. I like that.”

Your hands go wandering. First they stroke the thighs of the girl you love. You squeeze, imagining what she will look like naked. Then your hands move upwards to her stomach. You hold her sideways, testing the way you can hold and guide her body. Jenna sobs bitterly but her limp body doesn’t move as you lick your lips and your hands move on.

“I’ve always dreamed of this,” you whisper. Then your palms rest on her shirt… over her breasts. “Perfection.” You shake your head. “Such a body. Fuck. No wonder you never had to think about anyone else. Everyone was thinking about you.”

“Sorry,” she whispers and you’re satisfied.

“It’s okay.” You take your hands away. “Take your shirt off.” She hesitates, but not long enough to be shocked.

“Yeah…” Her tears have already left dark stains on the white fabric, but you don’t care. She struggles to pull her shirt up and makes you chuckle.

“I’ll help you.” You pull the piece of fabric off her body and… “Fuck… Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You don’t have to hold back, Jenna is powerless against you. You immediately grab hold, albeit more gently than with Cathy. Your fingers glide over her soft nipples while Jenna starts to tremble wildly. “Try harder,” you whisper, “you can do it.” And Jenna is not shocked. “Good girl! We’re almost there! Lie on your back.” Your big love just falls over like a wet sack and her puffy eyes stare blankly at the ceiling as you rise above her. She’s small and petite against you.

Then you feel her soft skin against your fingers as you grab her pants and panties together. You start to pull and Jenna tenses with a great shock as your knuckles glide over her pelvis bones.

“It’s okay,” you reassure her, “I knew it would happen, but there’s nothing you can do. I have to see what I’m up for.” You are a nice rapist and wait until she has accepted her fate.

“Why…” you hear her whisper “Why…” But you only see between her legs. A light strip of soft, perfect skin appears as you slide her pants over her perfectly trained legs. You see where it gets lighter, where her panties block the light. You will see it.

And you see it.

“Perfection.” Her belly twitches with sobs, but she does nothing to stop your hands from resting on her thighs and pulling her legs apart. “I knew it.” She’s clean-shaven and you can see her snatch and her clit. “It’s so easy to find,” you marvel, “and your labia. Jenna, you were made for me.”

“Oh God,” she sobs and puts her hands to her face. Then she stiffens as your hands wander over her thighs to her center.

Three wild shocks appear as your fingers glide nervously over her labia, you wait, then she accepts that you will touch her.

Her labia is as soft as Cathy’s, but it still takes your breath away to see the effect it has on you. Slowly, almost carefully, you pull them apart, more for your pleasure than for her protection, and you keep pulling until Jenna starts to whimper. She’s so tight, so perfect, you can’t even look inside her puckered hole. Her pink flesh squeezes together anxiously, but to you it just seems like an invitation.

You nod contentedly and let go of the panicked girl. She immediately presses her legs together and crosses her arms in front of her trembling breasts. Her eyes turn to you for help as you stand at the end of her bed and look at the girl who is only wearing her socks.

“Thank you” she whispers and you smile. You wanted to hear that word from her mouth so badly.

“Why are you thanking me?” She blinks at you with those stunning eyes.

“B-because you let m-me… go?” She finishes the sentence in a question, weak and scared. You shake your head.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“You w-wanted revenge on m-me and now you’re… satisfied?” Her body rears up as she punishes herself for her lie. Then again as her body punishes her for lying to you.

“Be honest. To me and to you.”

“You want to rape mehehe,” she howls and bursts into tears. There used to be a part of you that would have intervened in something like this. But the spear and the behavior of the people you relied on to protect you killed that part.

“You’re wrong you stupid thing,” you grin. Jenna looks at you and you recognize something like hope in her eyes. The hope dies immediately. “I need to test you.” Then you take off your clothes.

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A perfect big sister

You’ve never seen Cathy cry so hard. You’ve never seen anyone cry so hard. Cathy claws at you in panic as her tears soak through your shirt and her hot breath heats your skin and her naked, battered breasts press against yours shivering under her panuced breasts. Her shoulders rise and fall as you hold her tightly and stroke her head reassuringly. For minutes you soothe the girl who presses against you like a frightened animal. You feel sorry for her, truly sorry. But you feel no remorse either. Cathy deserved it, you both know that. And it was her idea, which you now carry out with cold understanding.

“Okay,” she whispers and lifts her head from your chest. She looks like a small child, red eyes, puffy cheeks, wet with tears and snot under her nose. “Do it.” You kiss her gently on the forehead.

“We both know it’s the right decision.”

“N…Y…Yes. You’re right brother. Please do it.” Her reasoning made sense. “This is the best way I can serve you.” You both know that deep inside her is still the real Cathy, angry, prudish and fearful and that the nice, soft and submissive Cathy, the contented Cathy is just a construct, made for you.

“I want my real sister.” You told her that and now you repeat it now. “I want to own the real Cathy.”

“Yes brother,” she sobs. You both know what it will cost her but your Cathy has already accepted it and the real Cathy has no choice but to give in to you.

“Better pain now than again and again,” you say her words.

“Yes,” she sobs, “better pain now than again and again.” You kiss her on the forehead again. A kiss goodbye. You will erase the real Cathy, wipe her from this earth with pain, and what will remain is the good Cathy who loves you and only wants the best for you. Only you. You’ve already thought of a plan.

“Don’t be afraid,” you comfort her, “you’ll love your new life.”

“I like myself the way I am now,” your sister confesses shyly and with a fleeting smile. “I’m afraid you’ll turn me into something I don’t like.” Then she shakes her head. “I don’t care what’s wrong with me. That’s the bad Cathy in me. Please make her go away. I only want you in my life now, Master.”

You kiss her on the mouth, lovingly and full of affection. You taste her salty tears, feel her soft, trembling lips. Then the time has come.

The simple mattress in the tool shed in your garden doesn’t do justice to your sister’s natural beauty, but the leather hand and ankle cuffs that stretch tightly to the walls make you look forward to the adventures here as soon as you have made your sister perfect.

“I’m so proud of you Cathy. And I really love you.” She smiles, then opens her mouth. She gave you the money for the gag and restraints you bought at the local seedy adult store. Now you stuff her mouth, check her limbs again, then you are satisfied. Then you bend over her body… and hesitate. Then you no longer hesitate. No more hesitation.

“Cathy,” you say in an iron voice. Her eyes fix on you. “Here is your new reality.” Her eyes widen with joyful anticipation and also fear. She knows she will be in pain, even though you haven’t told her what to expect. “From now on you are a lesbian. You’ve always been a lesbian.” Cathy moans into her gag in panic. “But it never fulfilled you, because no matter how many girls you’ve licked and how many tongues you’ve had between your thighs, your one great, true love… is me.” Cathy screams in terror but it gets better. “You’ve always been in love with me and my cock is the only one that makes you really wet. You’re a lesbian because all the other men aren’t enough for you and only I can give you what you need. You love me as a brother and want me as a lover. Your old rules still apply but you know that you have always felt the way I told you to and that I own you is a dream come true for you. Obeying me makes you wet and willing and you love me for owning you, commanding you and changing you with pain. You were created for me and living under me is your destiny in life.”

That should be enough to make Cathy the person she wants to be for you. You rise to your feet, her panicked eyes following you as her stomach rises and falls jerkily. Then you watch the pain begin as your Cathy pulls back and makes room for the real Cathy. Her eyes plead with you but you just shake your head.

“Goodbye, sister.” Then you turn your back to her as her body strains against the restraints.

You have a date with Jenna.

You’ve dreamed of this moment your whole life. So many times you’ve imagined yourself standing here, in Jenna’s garden. You’ve prepared yourself as if for a date, washed, combed your hair and put on your best shirt. But you did that for yourself. You know that Jenna is not the girl you fell in love with. Normally that would break your heart but from now on you can break Jenna instead. You know she’s home, you’ve seen her from the shadow of the apple tree in her room. The small stone in your hand doesn’t feel like he has any weight. You are not afraid.

Clack

Jenna comes to the window, sees you, and her face tells you everything. Indignation and amusement. You’ve seen it many times before. Nevertheless, she opens the window. Her last mistake.

“What do you want Ethan? Do you want me to call Jason on you again?” You don’t respond. Your voice is calm and serene as the cold death.

“Go downstairs. Tell your parents I’m a good friend from school who’s tutoring you. Let me in. Take me to your room. And be nice about it.”

“Go fuck…” You actually grin as you watch her fall back from the window and then disappear. The knowledge that you’ve stung her is enough to trigger the pain and bind Jenna to you.

You wait outside the window. It took a few minutes for Cathy. Only a few seconds for Jenna. That gives you hope that you won’t have to torture the poor thing too much.

Just enough.

Jenna doesn’t even come back to the window. You see her jump up, her hair swirling around, then you hear her bedroom door open and close. You make your way to the front door and ring the bell.

You’re not nervous.

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A revenge fuck. A breakup fuck.

“Ethan I… ha… Omygodah… please… hrgha…” Cathy has that stupid, submissive look on her beautiful face as you fuck her hard. Her bare breasts jiggle in time with your pounding thrusts, then she painfully draws in air between bared teeth as you grab one of her balloons hard and squeeze. “Thank you… brother….shithayessss….” Then she looks at you, dumb and willing and with fire in her eyes. “Punish me,” she presses out as her body begins to shake. You don’t think, just give her a resounding slap. Her hair flies, her head turns to the side, but then immediately snaps around to face you. “Again, please…” You hit her again and Cathy reacts just like last time. “One more time please… on the same spot, please… Fuck! Yes!” Then you grab both of her breasts, grab hold and pull her body towards you as she tries to stifle a cry of pain. She leans on her hands and brings her face towards you. Tears drip from her chin between her blushing tits but she smiles contentedly.

“You’ll pay for this…” you growl angrily and Casy gets scared “Jenna…” Then she smiles. “You will be mine.”

“Yes Ethan oh my god! Yes! We will all be yours!” Her arms close around your neck and she pulls herself towards you, changing the angle of her cunt and clenching her inner muscles as your noses almost touch. Her sweaty body leaves dark marks on the beautiful sofa. “All the women will be yours brother! Take what you want and do it the way you like it! You want your little Jenna? Take her, she’s yours! Fuck! Brother, you fuck your sister so gooood!” She giggles, carefree and stupid. “She’ll love it on your cock once you’ve trained her.” You can’t take it anymore and want to kiss your sister but she puts her hand over your mouth. “But first you have to punish me, brother.” She’s not shocked. She wants it. And so do you. “You have to learn that even Jenna is just a piece of meat you own for your pleasure. We are all your fuck meat!” Then her eyes twist and she comes screaming on your cock.

“Hello? Honey, it’s me” You take your little puppy doggy style the way she likes it/the way you want it. Her abused breasts hang red and white from her body and jiggle wildly beneath her as Cathy spreads her legs and throws her tight ass at you. “We need to talk.”

Her cunt is wet and willing, smacking around your cock with relish as your hands clench tightly into her ass flesh. Cathy struggles to keep the phone to her ear as you ram your hips forcefully against her bouncing ass and her neck flexes as you hold her hair like a leash in your fist. Then Cathy announces the painful news for her boyfriend.

“I’m breaking up with you.” She moans with tense, but pulls her legs further apart to make her rape easier for you. You almost can’t call it rape, since it was her idea to fuck you while breaking another mens heart for you. “But I’m serious. Pfft…” She stifles a loud moan with difficulty. She has a job to do. “I’ve found someone better… hmmmnah… Why? Because I’m happier with him.” Cathy begins to tremble heavily as if shaken by her heartlessness. But you see drops of her juice running around your cock and landing between her legs on the sofa. You decide to reward your sister during her punishment and slap her ass loudly. “Ah! Thank you Sir!” she shrieks in wild ecstasy. “Yes, it’s him! He’s fucking me right now! Honey you can’t believe it but his cock is ah! His cock is so good! He’s fucking me so good!” That’s so fantastic, you can’t believe it yourself. “His cock is twitching inside me honey, I can feel it. He’s about to come… Oh God!” Your hand slams down on her ass again, on the same red, aching spot, and Cathy screams into her cell phone. Then you both shudder, coming together as you rearrange your sister’s life with your cock the way you want it.

The cell phone falls carelessly to the floor while Cathy screams at God, thanks you and moans as her orgasm rages through her body and she feels your hot cum in her tight opening. Then her motionless body falls onto the wet sofa, flattening her sore breasts, and you watch in satisfaction as your white juice runs down the fabric between her labia. There’s no turning back from this, you know that. You fuck your sister, you’ve made her different, better. Without thinking about it, you know you’ve won, you pick up the cell phone from which angry questions are pouring out.

“Talk to him,” you say quietly but clearly and roughly wipe her hair out of her face with your hand. At first, Cathy sleepily misses with her hands, but then she pulls the cell phone to her ear while you rub her forehead clean of hair, sweat and spit.

“I came for him honey… No, there’s no going back from that.” You grin, Cathy is on your side after all. “No darling, I’m his now. Stop crying. I know this is bad for you.” There’s hardly any emotion in her voice, she just turns her head slightly so you can slide your cock between her lips. “Aren’t you happy for me? Hurgh… I finally belong to schlurgh… Finally, someone who fucks me the way I deserve. Sorry but hmurgh…. It’s my duty to clean him up after he…. Hurgh…” She drops the phone and looks at you. “He wants to know if I still love him? And if I love you more?”

The old you speaks up. You know you don’t love Cathy the way you love Jenna, even if that might change soon. But she’s your sister. You shake your head. No, it’s not because she’s your sister. It’s because of you, the new Ethan. And Cathy understands.

“Yes, I love you, darling…” She smiles, wickedly. “Still do. But my new master is fucking these thoughts out of my stupid head. Well, darling, it was bound to happen. I obey him. But don’t worry, it doesn’t matter whether I love him or he loves me. Sir decides what I think and his cock is my reward and… honey?” She turns to you. “He hung up on me.” She sighs with relief and even as tears trickle down her cheek, she doesn’t think about why she’s sad but focuses on the happiness in her life. Her eyes sparkle at you. “Now I can finally just take care of my little brother.” She sits down on her knees and kisses the top of your head. “Thank you for deciding that for me.” You stroke her hair with relish while your sister worships your cock and showers you with light kisses.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you tell her and Cathy looks up at you with loyal, big, teary eyes. “To be bad. You showed me that I can have what I want.” Her tongue runs over your cock, which is hardening again.

“And what do you want? Say it and I’ll do it for you. Your sister is here for you.”

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Cathy proves to be a good sister

Cathy stands naked in the bathroom and bends over the sink to check her discreet make-up. Her finger runs over her lips and she flinches. Her body bears clear marks from sex with her brother. Her breasts hurt and, like her legs and arms, are bruised. Her lips are sore, as are her labia, and her bottom is clearly labeled as his property by hand marks. But Cathy smiles at her reflection in the mirror.

She skips all her classes at university today, somehow she suspects that education is not what Ethan will ask of her, and instead spends the time on something she didn’t think she was capable of a few days ago.

The internet is a good source for the things she needs to learn and at first it was strange, then she found it very hard not to press her hand between her thighs and desperately finger her ever-wet snatch as she searched various porn sites and read up on sister porn online. Only once had she been shocked when she realized she had no control over her body, then she had focused on how she could be the best big sister for Ethan. It wasn’t so bad if she considered the fact of being a slave as something as natural as the sunrise. She knew she was enslaving herself, but the pain was gone and she knew she would continue to do so.

Now a nervous girl looks back at her in the mirror, trying to be submissive yet independent enough to make her little brother proud and pleased with her. But she will succeed.

Because Cathy has learned something new about herself. Yes, she is terrified of the worst pain she will ever feel, but she has realized that she is finding it easier and easier to strive for a mindset that protects her and pleases Ethan. The euphoria after the shocks, when she has managed to think the way her brain tells her to, submissive and supportive, is addictive. The feelings of happiness that arise when the pain stops and she realizes that life under her brother’s control is possible makes her try. And it works. Yes, she gets shocked from time to time, but if she sees that pain as a reminder to be a better person for Ethan, then she wins too. And she hopes that her brother will like it.

She looks at her watch. Ethan should be home soon. She quickly puts on a black bra – Ethan seems to like that, ripping the things from her big breasts – under her long white shirt and a pair of tight jeans that only come down to her lower legs. She checks one last time that the clothes can be taken off quickly, then hurries into the living room, stands in front of the door and waits for her brother, the paniced beating of her hard only soothed by the wetness between her legs.

“Welcome home Ethan… oh… oh no…”

The black eye and sore cheek are not a pretty sight but what hits Cathy the most is the blank look of resignation she’s seen on his face so many times before and ignored. But not now.

“Jason was there too,” he says simply and Cathy can no longer contain herself. With a pained look, she takes her little brother in her arms, all thoughts of slavery and sex gone and it feels good, natural, to give her brother comfort.

“Come in little brother.” She leads him to the sofa in the living room while holding him in a feminine way.

“I gave her the second load.” Cathy sees the cartridge for the first time, sees two red and two green bars on an electronic display. This is the device that has made my life so… so much better. She is not shocked. It looks so unimpressive in his hands, but Ethan looks at it like it’s poisoned. “I didn’t mean to. It was a reflex.” His voice is monotone, no trace of the determination and self-assurance Cathy’s torture and submission has brought out of him. And Cathy gets angry. She’s his big sister and she should be making sure he’s happy. And this girl was watching him get beaten up? “She thought I stabbed her with an Epi-pen or something and Jason made fun of it.” He waits for a second. “I’m not going to activate it.”

“Yes you will,” Cathy hears herself say, now crossing the line completely. Her brother looks at her, puzzled.

“What?”

“You’re going to activate the spear. Like you did with me.”

“I love this girl Cathy. I can’t…”

“Shut up and listen.” Cathy blinks, Ethan does too. But the shock doesn’t come.

“Okay.”

“Thank you,” she says, relieved. Then she puts her hand on his shoulders and talks to him from big sister to little brother. “Ethan, I’m a bad person, we both know that. And you make me better. Against my will, but look what you’ve done to me in such a short time.” She takes his hands, places one on her breasts, the other on her cheek. “It’s not so bad being a good girl for you. You see? I’m already thinking in a better way. And let me tell you, Jenna’s a bad person too. She could have just said ‘no’, could have called Jason back, could have defended you.”

“She laughed.” He looks hurt, like he’s going to be shocked himself. Hurt, unsure and depressed.

“I would have done the same before you made me better. Don’t be afraid to cause her pain. You weren’t afraid with me either. The pain is bad, but you have no choice but to submit to you and look at me. What comes after the pain isn’t so bad.” And Cathy enjoys his fingers moving against her breast. She tilts her head and nuzzles his hand.

“She has so much potential…” he admits shyly.

“And you will free her potential. And Jenna will thank you for it. Trust me with this.” Cathy leans forward, gently pushes Ethan onto the sofa and swings herself across his lap. “Just think,” she says as she unbuttons his pants “how happy she’ll be with you once she thinks the way that’s good for her.” His cock comes free and she grinds her hands firmly around it, starting to jerk off. “The way you tell her. Think of the looks she’ll give you.” She holds her long hair and lets a blob of spit fall onto her hand and his glans. “You decide if she looks at you in love or fear. Or both. You make her feel good.”

“Cathy…fuck…” His hips move toward her and Cathy grins with satisfaction. He wants to hurt and fuck me so I’m a good sister to him. Yes! She leans forward and kisses him on the mouth, intimately and lovingly, then hot-bloodedly.

“And now you’re going to fuck your big sister in the living room. Let me take your mind off it…” She smirks. “Master.”

“Fuck…”

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You talk to Jenna

Today is going to be a good day, you’re sure of it. What a difference it can make to be sent into the day with nurturing and horny affection. Even if your stepmother still has some learning to do in this area, Cathy brought her A game, like always nowadays. But you don’t let your mom stop you.

Your cell phone vibrates in your pocket. Cathy has sent you a picture.

She’s sitting on the bed, her legs spread, her feet in the air. One hand is holding the cell phone, the other is spreading her labia so that you can look deep into her tight hole. And her smile is real.

‘Have fun at school. I’m waiting for you. Sending you love brother. You can do this.’ And a kiss emoji.

You wanted to break Cathy, get back at her. But now you just feel like you have to reward her somehow, you even feel a little guilty. When you get home you’ll ask her if she wants anything from you and then you’ll give her a nice treat.

“Morning buddy.” Brian is your only real friend in this world, probably because he’s just as lonely as you are. “How was weekend?” He knows to expect only a dejected grumble.

“Fantastic!”

“Don’t feel bad for… wait… what?”

“It was really good.” He shakes his head.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, for really. I had a great time. Cathy was… changed.”

“You’re kidding me.” Brian isn’t welcome in your house, but that might change soon. You’re still thinking about letting him in on your little project, but then the world stops.

It always does when you see Jenna. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world and you’ve loved her since the day she first came to your class. For one day you were her friend, showed her around the school, listened to her story of how her parents moved to your town, then the curse took hold of her and punished you.

Jenna is incredibly beautiful, and therefore part of the elite society of the incredibly beautiful. You remember the first and last day of your friendship with her well and maybe that’s why she’s not always as mean to you as the others. Maybe she still remembers the nice boy who helped her when she didn’t know anyone here.

“Excuse me for a sec,” you say and are about to do the most important thing you’ve ever done in your life.

“You’re kidding me!” Brian is speechless as you leave him behind to chase your dream.

“Hey, Jenna!” Your voice is an octave higher as you run up to the girl and her friend group of cheerleaders, football players, and generally cool people. You know you could run headfirst into your doom but finally everything is going well in your life and if you don’t dare to change anything, nothing will ever change. You want to fight for her beauty.

Jenna turns around and at first she doesn’t recognize you, you see it in her eyes. But then they brighten and a smile spreads across her face.

“Ethan?” You go to your dream girl’s parallel class, but you attend enough classes together that she notices you on the periphery of her life. You are happy.

Then a mountain of muscle stands in your way.

“Fuck off,” Jason, the leader of the cool group, grumbles.

“Jenna and I know each other,” you say lightly and push past the giant. “Can I have a word with you?” You smile kindly. “Won’t take long either.” Jenna giggles around her friends in the group, but then you win and would love to scream out loud when she nods. But she doesn’t move, she wants to stay in her usual group. You understand that. Besides, you’re brave enough now.

“What is it?” she skeptically wants to know but you don’t hesitate for a second, you’re strong and determined.

“Why don’t we do something again? The movie theater has installed new seats and I could get us tickets. Or we could just go for a walk or a swim.” Your nose almost starts to bleed at the thought of Jenna in a bikini.

Of course, her friends start laughing out loud and Jason and his buddies snort contemptuously. Jenna blushes and you want to tell her that she is better than this group. You want to tell her that you know what she’s really like, that you saw her on her first day, that you know her as the great girl she can’t be here. But they are her friends and you don’t want to embarrass your great love in front of them. So you let the mockery wash over you as always and hope that Jenna recognizes the gesture.

She blushes, which you find incredibly sweet. And then… You grin broadly as she brushes her hair behind her ear.

“Are you sure Ethan? We don’t even know each other.”

“Good enough, I think. And we can always get to know each other better, can’t we?”

“Of course,” giggles one of her friends. Jenna gives her a stern look and presses her lips together. And then the world spins much faster as she looks at you.

“Okay.” She shrugs. “Why not?”

“Exactly,” you beam, happier than you’ve ever been in your life. “Why not?”

“We’ll meet after school behind the sports hall, then we can do something in the city.”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

So far, you haven’t thought well of yourself, you’ve had a hard time with life. Not now. Everything is easy with Jenna. And you don’t even care about love or anything big for now. You’re not an idiot and you know that the girl of your dreams won’t fall in love with you straight away, let alone already is. But you’ve judged her right. She’s open to you, that’s all you want.

“I’m looking forward to it. And… thank you.” Then you turn around, the girl’s smile in front of your inner eyes. You hear Jason and her friends laughing, but Jenna just giggles. Of course she’s a little embarrassed to be approached by you, but no one else is, and that already makes you the winner.

You still have three shots left in your cartridge, but from now on you won’t need them anymore. You will conquer Jenna without any aids. She will stand by your side, be your confidante. You will conquer, care for and protect her and improve both your lives. And who knows, maybe she has enemies that you can defeat? Jenna was your target anyway, but you only use the spear on bad people. Jason maybe. But only if Jenna allows it. She’s more important than your revenge.

The school day is flying by and you can’t focus on Mrs. Greenwood, Brian or anyone else. Jenna is always in your mind’s eye, and when the bell finally rings to signal the end of class, you rush through the hallways like one of the hated football players.

“Go get her, Tiger!” shouts Brian, almost pushing the shy Cassandra off her feet. But you pay no attention.

You cross the schoolyard, almost tripping in front of the gym. Then you check your school uniform, adjust your tie and check your breathing. Everything is okay.

You walk around the gym. Now everything is getting better.

And there’s Jenna in her cheerleading uniform, long socks and keds. And she’s smiling.