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Instead she was lying down and attempting to recover from the days…activities. Jason knew she was exhausted, probably more tired in this moment than she had ever been in her entire life. Despite her attempt at sleep, Jason knew he could use this new state she was in. He watched her naked form, breathing deeply, desperately clawing at the idea of sleep, while the headphones attached to her ears blocked off all noise.
All noise except for some soothing ocean noise, with his name being repeated on a loop in the background. These casual, relaxing sounds were punctuated by sharp shrills that would pierce her ears at odd intervals, startling her back to wakefulness.
Eventually he knew that he would have to let her actually sleep, but when that happened he wanted to make sure she had chosen the right place to sleep. At his feet like a dog. Always ready for his next command. But to achieve this, he had to be careful, the slightest misstep and he would be sent to jail, probably for the rest of his life. But if he played his cards right, if everything went perfectly, he would have his sister as his willing, and enthusiastic slave, and maybe more than his sister too.
Jason went up to his sister’s room and retrieved her laptop, he first needed to sever anything that could cause someone to come looking for his sister, and a thorough scan through her email gave him a great deal of what he needed. He found a work schedule for a job she’d apparently just gotten, and after a fairly scathing email, his sister had successfully quit her job.
Checking his watch, he saw his sister had been laying down in her conditioning for about 2-3 hours. He pulled out his sister’s phone, his phone now, he supposed, and checked his plan for what had to be the hundredth time. After she reached the 4 hour mark of rest his sister would be about 24 hours with out any actual rest.
He had read a great deal on sleep deprivation, and he knew how deeply this was going to affect her. More than food, more than water, this would hurt her, scar her, change her fundamentally.
She would beg him in a haze to suck his cock, to let him fuck her ass against the living room window or however he wanted her, all for just a 10 minute nap. But she was 24 hours in, and had another 24 hours to go. 48 hours with no sleep, and having been pushed to her limits physically and emotionally and he knew she would be perfect.
This type of conditioning wasn’t perfect, he knew, and it would take several, sessions, as he was thinking of calling them, before he got exactly what he wanted. His watch beeped, alerting him that it was time, and he started heading downstairs.
Opening the door, he saw her lying there, covered in sweat, naked as the day she was born, and bearing marks all over her legs, belly and he knew her back and ass. Her pussy was slick with lube, he knew he would need to wash her soon, but that was a plan for later.
He started to very quietly untie the knots on the beds, keeping the tension so that she wouldn’t notice his presence, and once he was ready, he slapped her hard across the face, knocking the headphones off and to the side, but still on the bed.
He pulled tighter on the ropes, stretching her arms painfully and slapping her again. “What are you?” he hissed at her.
“Jason, please, please. Please, stop.” She started sobbing, her tears a mixture of pain from her arms and the shame of having been brutalized by her brother.
“Wrong answer, slut.” He hissed again, grabbing one arm he spun her painfully onto her stomach, her legs twisting, and forcing her onto her knees. Wrapping the rope around the back of her knees, he forced her ass into the air higher, and forced her arms around the back of her knees, driving her face into the bed.
He tied the ropes off and watched with satisfaction as she struggled against her bonds. Yesterday she had thrashed against the ropes so badly that he thought she would either break the bed or dislocate her arms, but now she only weakly shifted from side to side.
He looked at her shapely ass, her weak struggling giving her a swaying motion, almost inviting him to sink himself into its depths. He would, and soon, but first he had to get to work.
Reaching into the closet he pulled out a blindfold he had used earlier, and a small sturdy wooden rod that would work for a cane, and finally a make-shift leather whip.
He set each down in front of her so that she could see them, and then blindfolded her. She was still sobbing, but this time it changed to a deeper, more hysterical sobbing chant. She knew this game, and she knew what He wanted.
He brought the caning rod around started a rhythmic slapping of her ass, she shifted slightly, widening her stance because she knew that she had to endure this. His slapping became harder, and slightly faster, he was counting his slaps, and knew she would be too.
*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*
He stopped, gripping her hair and pulling her back, he asked her “What is the count?”
“50, no 55?” she said uncertainly, He tossed her head back onto the bed and began to rummage into the drawer again. “Wrong again, you just can’t seem to get anything right, can you? Your whole life spent as a cocksucking failure.”
He pulled out a three small metal balls, and began rolling them around in his hands.
“Time for your penalty, if you keep even one of these in, I’ll let you sleep and I’ll even let you go. But if all three come out, we keep going until you’re mine. Understand?” He told her, looking in her eye.
She looked at the balls, a mix of fear and hope spreading in her eyes before she nodded. “Yea, I get it.”
*WHACK* the crack resounded on the walls of the room.
“Yes sir, or No sir, bitch. You better start training your mouth, or I will.” He told her in a hushed tone.
“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.” She sobbed, lowering her face to sob more into the blanket.
“Here’s the first ball, Slut.” He told her as he lubed up the first one and slipped it in. He started to gently stimulate her clit, feeling her try and grind against his finger ever so slightly, he knew he would have her.
“Here come’s number two, my little whore.” He cooed to her, he knew the balls were magnetic, and as soon as they were inside, they would start pushing against one another and into the soft walls of her flesh.
He rubbed her clit a bit more, feeling her shift gently back and forth, humping into this hand ever so slightly. Breaking away from her he reached back into the drawer and produced a series of clamps. Pulling her hair up, he slid one clamp around each of her nipples, feeling her try and fold backwards back onto him as her body shuddered.
Gently laying her back down, he pulled out the whip made of dozens of individual strips of leather, and began to gently swat at her pussy. Each time he connected with her, she let out a little moan, and after 3-4 minutes of teasing and swatting, she was about to have another orgasm.
He could hear her breathing quickening, and see her muscles tensing, so he stopped and laid her back onto her belly, with her breasts pressing the clamps painfully into flesh and mattress.
“Final ball my little whore, you keep them all in and you’re free, but let them out and you’re mine.” He whispered into her ear.
He pressed the ball into her pussy as he began to gyrate into her clit, feeling her pressing down into his had without any hesitation or pretense, grinding against him. Just as he had slid it inside of her, her orgasm wracked her body and forced it back out. He picked it up and set it down on the pillow in front of her.
“One down, two to go. Then you’re all mine, and its all your fault.” He told her right at her ear, his voice cementing in her mind that all of this was not only her doing, but that she was the reason it kept going.
“Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON” she heard the voice chanting in her head as she fucked herself against her brother’s hand. She felt the final ball slide inside of herself and when her first orgasm crashed into her she felt as though her world was shattering.
“Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” the voice chanted over and over in her head, her orgasm ripping through her over and over as she humped the air, she could feel the final two balls inside of her, shifting and pushing away from one another.
Somewhere far off she could hear another voice telling her ‘this was all her fault, and that she would be his,’ but she couldn’t focus. Everything was shifting, the walls felt like they were warping and collapsing, she felt so hot, and her ass felt cold. She felt something pouring out over her body, and then felt pressure into her ass again.
“JASON.Jason.JASON.Jason.” the voice chanted as she felt a delicious cock split into her tender ass, pushing into her she felt pressure that reminded her previous orgasms, and with that her orgasm mounted over and over, rising and then finally, crashing.
Lightning struck her body with white hot pleasure. “Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” she felt something fall out of her, and the voice from far away called out to her. “Down two, one last ball and you give up everything little slut.”
That word, Slut. She had never thought of how it described her, and how complete it made her feel, like the cock lodged into her ass. “Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” The thought made her cum again, it started slow and built as it ramped and built, escalating as it came thundering through her, the climax peaked as she felt the cock in her ass explode inside of her.
Jason set the final ball in front of his sister’s dazed eyes, her mouth hanging open and a small rivulet of drool escaping her. “you’re mine. All mine, you gave yourself up, and this was all your doing.” He told her dragging her face up to meet his as he told her.
He cut her bonds free, her hands and legs going slack as he did so. He picked her up and placed her back over the bench, opening her mouth he slid in a gag and secured it behind her. Cutting some tape loose, he used it to wrench her eyes open, taking notice as they lulled around inside, not tracking anything.
After he secured her arms and legs to the bench, he slid a dildo back into her pussy with the help of some lubrication, he turned the bench to face the TV and turned it to a channel showing only snow. Replacing the headphones to her ears, he blocked her head to the bench and set the headphones to play a new track. This one would again sing sweetly to her with birds chirping, and further cement in her mind her status as his slave.
Finally, he sat back, looking at his slave. Watching her mind crumbling under his will, he felt his cock hardening at the prospect and decided he could indulge himself, she was his, after all.
He slid his cock into her asshole, and rammed his sister with his whole length. He wrapped his hands around her throat from behind and fucked his sister hard. His cock pistoning in and out of her over and over. He felt himself drawing closer, looking at his sister’s face, he saw she was slowly gaining consciousness.
Just as her eyes began to process what was happening again he squeezed her throat hard, her eyes bulging as he slammed home one last time, cumming deep inside of her. Her eyes glassed over one more time and he released her.
He went back to the drawer and pulled out an EpiPen, stabbing it into her leg, her eyes shot wide and she tried to gasp through her nose.
Jason stepped out of the room, and checked his new phone one more time. 24 more hours to break her down. He smiled and reached into the fridge for a beer, time to settle in for another long night. -->
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