BROTHER'S TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE - Part Two
"The debility to which Nature condemned women incontestably proves that her
design is for man, who then more than ever enjoys his strength, to exercise it
in all the violent forms that suit him best, by means of tortures, if he be so
inclined, or worse."
-- Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)
Molly, the fourteen year-old teen beauty, kneels between her older brother's
legs and stares fearfully as he unzips his fly to free his rigid penis.
"Suck it, Sweet Sister," he orders.
She doesn't move. She cannot escape because her right hand is cuffed to his
left and he has the key to the manacles. She continues to look at his massive
cock thrusting out from his blue jeans like an Saturn rocket. It is the first
erect male organ she has ever seen. It rises eight inches from her brother's
lap. It must be at least two inches in diameter at its base. The bulbous cock
head is the size of a large plum. A clear drop of pre-cum glistens at the
opening of his piss slit.
Wayne reaches out and grabs a handful of her golden braids. He forces her face
toward his dick. As she is dragged closer she sees that the head of her
brother's penis is coated with a dried white scum. In addition, there appears
to be a small piece of Kleenex stuck to his prick near its opening. When her
nose is an inch from the prick a musky, sour smell assaulted her nostrils.
He notices her pretty face contorted by a look of revulsion. "Sorry Sis, but I
haven't been inclined to shower in that past day or so. You know, what with
mourning for out dear parents and all. Mind you, grief didn't prevent me from
jerking off a couple of times. I guess you'll just have to clean off the dried
cum with your tongue."
Just then the doorbell chimes.
"Shit!" Wayne curses as stands and tucks himself back into his pants. "Who the
hell can that be?"
He reaches into the pocket of his jeans, removes a key and releases the cuff
from his wrist. He fastens it to a leg of the heavy sofa, trapping his sister,
and leaves the room.
As soon as he is gone the trapped teen struggles to lift the corner of the sofa
so that she can slip the other end of the handcuff out and run away. She tries
with all of her might but the heavy piece of furniture doesn't budge. Molly's
heart sinks when she realizes that the bastard has superglued the feet of the
sofa to the floor. In a panic she jerks futilely at the chain, bruising her
wrist in the process.
Her brother returns a few minutes later. Wayne holds a letter in his hand that
he thrusts in front Molly's face as he sits down.
"Goddamn it!" he says. "Listen to this shit."
Wayne goes on to summarize for his captive younger sister, the contents of the
letter. It appears that Mr Goldman was a lawyer who dealt only with their
parents' personal affairs. This letter is from Jonathan Wingate, senior partner
of Wingate, Henderson, Ives and Perkins, the corporate attorneys for their
father's company. The four members of the company's Board of Directors have
instructed him to inform the Grant children that they intend to contest the
will. Wingate goes on to state that he is confident that he can prove that the
will is a forgery and that Goldman was either in on the deception or too old and
incompetent to realize what was going on. No man in his right man would leave
so much money and the control of his business to an inexperienced eighteen
year-old and his fourteen year-old sister.
Molly is shocked by the rage that warps her brother's face.
He flings the letter to the floor, kneels and unlocks the cuff on his sister's
wrist.
"Where was I before I was interrupted?" he snarls as he sits before his kneeling
sister. "Oh yes. You were going to suck my cock. In fact, now that there is a
possibility that I may not have control of the fortune, I'm going to have to
accelerate my plans to make you my sex-slave." He whips out his cock.
Wayne pulls Molly's golden braids until his sister's full lips so close to large
organ that he can feel the caress of her excited breath on his cock-head.
"Stick out your tongue and lick the tip," he orders.
When Molly hesitates Wayne cruelly twists her hair. She yelps and says,
"Alright, alright."
With rising revulsion Molly sticks out her pink tongue and licks the bottom of
her brother's cock head. Wayne gasps with pleasure as his sister's tongue
absorbs the clear drop of cock juice that glisten at the end of his dick.
"Now little sister, wash the cap of my cock with your tongue," he commands..
Molly reluctantly runs her tongue over the filthy flesh of his cock. Her saliva
dissolves the dried cum. The little piece of Kleenex becomes stuck to her
tongue and she swallows it before she has a chance to spit it out.
Wayne's cock head now glistens with his fourteen year-old sister's saliva.
Once again he viciously twists her hair and orders her to open wide.
She cries out in pain as he lifts his hips and pulls down on her braids, driving
his cock into her mouth. She gags as he pushes down on her head. Molly feels
his fleshy tool slide over her tongue until its tip slams into the back of her
throat. Her mouth is forced open so wide that her jaws hurt.
"Close you lips around my cock and begin sucking," orders Wayne.
She does as he commands, breathing through her nose as her brother continues to
push her head further down his cock shaft.
"Run your tongue along the bottom of my dick," he says..
Hoping to end this agony quickly, she does as ordered. Her tongue rasps the hot
skin of her brother's massive organ. She feels his pre-cum dribbling down her
throat. His cock has a sour, salty, musky taste.
Despite her unenviable position Molly's vagina begins to tingle and she starts
to suck her brother's cock in earnest. Wayne groans and pulls his sister's
head up until only the head of his cock remains in her mouth, leaking clear
fluid onto her soft tongue. Despite herself Molly is getting turned on. Her
cunt lips quiver and begin to moisten. She swirls her tongue around the tip of
her older brother's purple cock. She can feel it vibrating in her mouth. He
moans louder as his fourteen year-old sister rapidly flicks the point of her
tongue directly into his piss hole.
"I'm going to cum soon," he gasps. "I want you to swallow all of it."
Ivy continues to suck Wayne's cock. Her own cunt pulsates and girl-juice begins
to leak over the pink lips of her labia and soak her panties.
A loud grunt from her brother signals the beginning of his own climax. His
large, hot cock throbs in his sister's mouth and suddenly heavy gobs of creamy
sperm coat her tongue. Molly struggles as her mouth quickly fills with her
brother's hot cock cream. Her cheeks puff out to contain the vile tasting slime
and she swallows as fast as she can. Despite her best efforts she begins to gag
on the sperm. She coughs and blows bubbles of her older brother's sperm out her
nose. While all this is happening Molly can feel her own cunt pulsating into an
orgasm that she cannot believe is happening. Cum leaks out of her mouth and
soaks Wayne's cock shaft. He pulls her head clear of his still spurting penis.
In a final spasm, his organ spits a gob of warm yellow-white sperm into her left
eye. She straightens out to rest on her haunches between her brother's legs.
Two streams of cum dribble from the corners of her mouth onto her T-shirt.
Meanwhile the dollop of sperm in her eye slowly slides down her cheek and drips
onto her chest.
She looks at Wayne's cock. Covered with her spit mixed with his sperm, it begins
to deflate.
"Clean my cock," Wayne orders.
Molly leans forward and slowly licks the cock slime off of her brother's
shrinking cock. He forces her to take the entire deflated organ in her mouth
and bathe it with her tongue, swallowing the foul liquid.
"That was just lovely, Molly," her brother smiles as he stand up and tucks his
penis back into his jeans. "I think I'll have you blow me every day."
"You bastard!" Molly shouts. "You can't get away with this. I'm going to tell
Mr Wingate what you're doing!"
Wayne smirks. "Funny you should mention our esteemed corporate lawyer. While I
was cumming in your mouth I was thinking of inviting him here. Perhaps we can
work something out. I expect you to play a key role in our negotiations.
"Besides, if you tell anybody I'll make sure that little film we just saw goes
out on the Internet. I'll also make certain that a copy is sent to the
principal of your school and all you friends' parents. So shut the fuck up and
come with me."
He roughly jerks the slender teen to a standing position. The front of her
yellow T-shirt is soaked with his semen and Molly's budding, hard-nippled
breasts are clearly visible through the transparent material. Wayne drags her
down the stairs to her room. As he removes the handcuff from her wrist, Molly
observes that her has fixed manacles to the four corners of her Queen sized bed.
Wayne orders her to remove her clothes.
Reluctantly she does as she is told. She stands naked before her brother.
"Now get on the bed and lie down on your back," he orders.
"Please don't rape me!" she pleads.
"Don't worry Princess. I have already raped your luscious mouth. I have no
intention of fucking your cunt," he smiles. "Yet."
As Molly obediently lies on her bed her brother fastens the manacles to her
wrists and ankles. He slides a pillow under her bum and then adjusts the chains
at the four corners of the bed. First he shortens the chain attached to her
right wrist. He then moves around the bed and pulls her left leg as hard as he
can and locks the chain in place. He does the same thing to her other arm and
leg so that Molly is tightly spread-eagled in her bed. She can only move her
head.
When he is finished Wayne sits beside her on the bed.
"Molly," he says. "I know it's early but you've had a busy day what with making
peanut butter sandwiches and sucking my cock, and must be tired so I'm going let
you rest.
Ivy interrupts. "Wayne! Stop this now and let me go. I promise I won't tell
anyone what you did to me."
"You know Molly, it's very impolite to interrupt someone when he is talking,"
says her brother calmly. "I better make sure that it doesn't happen again."
He gets off the bed and picks up the yellow T-shirt that Molly had just taken
off. Taking a pair of scissors from his sister's desk he quickly cuts the shirt
along its sides and discards the back half of it. He holds the front of the
shirt in before his sister. Molly can see that it is soaked with his sperm. He
quickly balls it up and shoves it into her mouth. Before she has a chance to
spit out the disgusting rag Wayne picks up her panties and rips then so that
they are a single long piece of silk. He wraps them around his sister's head
and ties a knot. Molly's torn panties are a gag firmly holding her semen soaked
shirt in her mouth.
Wayne calmly sits down on the bed beside his sister. "That's better," he
whispers.
"Now as I was saying. Things around here are going to be different. In the
past year or so I've met a lot of interesting people on the Internet. You could
say we share the same interests. Now that Mommy and Daddy are dead, I've got
enough money to make sue my fantasies are realized and you, Molly, will play a
large role in making them come true.
"Now you may be thinking that the letter from Father's corporate lawyers will
disturb my plans. Well, I don't think so. In fact as I said before I 'm sure
we can come to an arrangement. I'm going to phone Wingate now and invite him
and his partners over. I want this settled quickly. You see, tomorrow the new
staff will be arriving."
Wayne leaves his sister. Four a half an hour Molly lays helplessly on her bed.
That morning she had left her bedroom window open, despite the fact that there
is a small hole in the screen. Wouldn't you know that two houseflies soar in.
Molly eyes them as they buzz loudly around the room a few inches from the
ceiling. Attracted by the scent of her drying cunt juices, one of then lands on
her inner thigh. She struggles helplessly as the insect approaches her vagina.
Its feet tickle horribly. She moans when the fly crawls onto the left lip of her
labia. Soon the second fly lands on the teenager's cheek. It is attracted to
the moist sperm on her chin and lips. As the first fly walks the length of her
cunt lip, the second one walks along the bottom of her other lip. Both insects
must sense that Molly is helpless to defend herself.
After half an hour her brother returns with a glass of water in his hand.
Putting the glass on Molly's night table, he shoos away the flies and removes
Molly's gag. He pulls the tee shirt from her mouth and pitches it into the
corner of the room. The flies immediately land on it.
Wayne tells his sister that the senior partner of law firm of Wingate,
Henderson, Ives and Perkins has agreed to come to the mansion that evening.
"I told him that I am willing to be flexible and want the question of the will
settled quickly," he says. "Now Molly, as I said before, I expect you to
participate fully in the negotiations. In order for you to be able to perform
your duties as a hostess, I want you to take this pill"
Her brother holds a large red pill between his thumb and forefinger.
"What is it for?" Molly asks.
"It's an experimental drug that I got from an Internet acquaintance who belongs
to an organization called the Thanatos Society. That organization pays for the
productions of specialized pharmaceuticals. This pill will make you more
amenable to suggestion. In fact, for about eight hours you will do anything
that you are told to do," he explains.
"Open wide," he orders.
Molly clamps her mouth shut. Her brother simply pinches her nostrils, cutting
off her air. After a minute of futile struggling the fourteen year-old opens
her mouth and takes a deep breath. Her brother drops the pill onto her tongue
and pours a glass of water into her mouth. Molly gags, coughs and swallows the
tablet.
Wayne leaves. Molly feels no change. The pill is not working. She thinks that
her brother's "Internet acquaintance" must have supplied him with sugar pills.
As far as Molly can tell, nothing has changed.
Wayne returns and quickly releases his sister from the manacles that have held
her onto her bed.
Molly jumps off the bed and runs toward the door. Now is her chance to escape!
"Come back," Wayne orders quietly.
Molly immediately stops running, turns around and faces her brother. She cannot
believe what is happening. Her mind is screaming "run" and her body is ignoring
it.
"Go into your bathroom and brush your teeth and come back out here. I want you
to kiss me but I don't want to taste my own cum."
"Fuck you!" she shouts. However despite herself she walks into her bathroom and
brushes her teeth. She comes back into her room and stands before her brother.
"Put your arms around me and kiss me," he orders.
"I'm not going to...." She says even as she steps up to him and wraps her arms
around him. She tilts her head back and plasters her lips on his. Her mind
cries out in protest even as she insinuates her tongue into Wayne's mouth.
Wayne pushes her away. He removes a typed sheet of paper from his jeans,
unfolds it and gives it to Molly. He tells her that she is holding instructions
on how to prepare herself for the meeting with the lawyer. She is to follow
them to the letter. When she is finished she is to wait in her room until her
calls her. He then leaves her alone.
Despite her burning desire to escape Molly is compelled to follow the
instruction her brother has printed on the sheet.
Her first instruction is to shower and wash her hair. She is then to re-braid
her hair. She is not to read the next instruction until has completed the
first. Molly feels filthy as a result of her brother's assault and she
gratefully follows the first command..
As she towels herself dry she reads the second order. She is to go naked down
to her father's workshop and retrieve a roll of duct tape and bring it to Wayne.
She does as instructed and finds her brother in the kitchen drinking a cup of
coffee. He looks up at her and smiles.
"I see that you are nice and clean. I want you to cut a piece of duct tape from
the role and trim it so that it is a triangle that can fit over your cunt," he
days.
Molly realizes what he intends and her mind reels. However, she cannot disobey
her brother's command. She goes to the drawer where the kitchen utensils are
kept and removes a pair of silver scissors. While her mind tells her to plunge
the scissors into her brother's heart, her hands work quickly to cut the sticky
tape into a triangle.
"Now hop up on the counter and spread your legs," orders Wayne with a smirk.
Molly does as instructed. Her tender bum rests on the cold counter top.
"Spread your legs."
She obeys, revealing her tender vagina with its translucent fleece of wispy
blond hair.
"Place the triangle of duct tape firmly on your cunt. Make sure that all your
pubic hair is covered," Wayne says.
"You bastard!" Molly cries even as she does as she is told.
A silvery triangle of tape covers her pubic mound.
Her brother orders her to slowly pull the tape off.
Despite herself she begins to pull. She shrieks with pain as its pulls out
every hair of her cunt by the root.
Wayne roars with laughter. "That's better, " her announces. Your cunt is a
naked as the day you were born. I think I'll have you do this twice a week.
Now go upstairs and continue getting ready for tonight."
Sobbing with pain and embarrassment, the fourteen year-old returns to her room
and reads her next instruction.
She is to go to her mother's room and put on makeup. She will find a photograph
taped to her mother's dressing table. Molly is to make herself up to resemble
the person in the picture. When she is finished, she is to turn over the photo
and follow the instructions written on the back.
She goes down the hall and opens the master bedroom. She can still smell her
mother's perfume and her heart breaks knowing she will never see her again. The
teen goes to the dressing table in the large bathroom adjoining the bedroom.
Taped to the mirror is an eight by ten photo of a young woman. Molly's heart
plummets further. The woman in the photograph looks like a whore. Her face is
powder-white with too much pink blusher on her cheeks. Her lips are painted
bright red and her eyes are highlighted with blue-green eye shadow. Her
eyelashes are heavy with mascara.
Molly has just started wearing makeup and learned from her mother that less is
best. Nonetheless, she spends the next half-hour painting her face to resemble
the whore in the picture. When she is finished she turns the picture over and
reads the rest of the directions.
Molly cries as she is compelled beyond her will to take the same ruby-red
lipstick that she used to paint her lips and colors the tips of her pert
breasts. She looks in the mirror and sees that her nipples and surrounding
aureoles are as red as her lips. Finally she paints her fingernails and
toenails with the same color of nail polish.
She stands up and goes in front of her mother's full-length mirror. Her perfect
youthful body is despoiled by her whorish make-up. Her bright red nipples gleam
obscenely.
Molly returns to her room. Her next order is to dress. She is to wear no
underwear. At the back of the bottom drawer of her large dresser is the school
uniform that she wore when she was twelve years old. She removes the maroon
pleated kilt, steps into it and pulls it up to her waist. Molly's growth in the
past two years has been mostly vertical. Her waist and hips have swollen a
little but she can still squeeze into the kilt. However, her legs have grown
since she last put on the short skirt. When she was in seventh grade the hem of
the garment brushed the tops of her knees. Now it barely covers her ass. Next,
Molly puts on the uniform's white blouse. Her brother's instructions stipulate
that she is not to button the shirt but to tie the shirt tails in a knot beneath
her breasts. Finally, Molly completes her outfit by pulling on thin, white knee
socks and black Mary Jane flat shoes.
She looks at herself in her mirror. Her tight, pleated kilt hugs her hips and
falls only and inch or two below her naked cunt. Her tightly tied white blouse
exposes her creamy abdomen and the small valley created by her developing bosom.
Her painted nipples show clearly through the thin material.
As tears roll down her cheeks Molly's brain is screaming at her to take off that
demeaning outfit and put on jeans and a sweatshirt and get the hell out.
However, the drug her brother gave her prevents her body from obeying her will.
She trembles with frustration.
"Molly!" Wayne calls. "When you've finished dressing I want you to get your
sweet ass down to the kitchen and help me prepare for our meeting with the
lawyer."
The young girl reluctantly joins her brother in the kitchen where she is ordered
kneel on the kitchen table facing her brother.
Wayne, seated on a kitchen chair, watches her closely.
"My God but you are sexy in that little school girl outfit," he remarks. "Come
a little bit closer and spread your legs a little more."
The teenager obeys and is kneeling about a foot from the edge of the table where
her brother is sitting. A large plate of cut up vegetables sits between himself
and his sister.
"You must be hungry so I've prepared a plate of veggies that we can share," he
announces.
He selects a stick of celery and holds it in front of Molly.
"Let's eat while I explain what I want from you when we meet with Old Man
Wingate."
He continues, "I forgot to prepare some dip for the veggies so I want you to
help me out. Rub your clitty while we talk."
Molly has no choice but to obey. She uses her right hand to massage the
sensitive nubbin of flesh.
"Your kilt is blocking my view," says Wayne. "Lift the front of it so that I
can see what you're doing."
Molly uses her left hand to hold up the front of her micro-kilt.
Wayne smiles and his fourteen year-old sister continues to masturbate in front
of him.
"I've watched you do this in your bedroom and know how much your cunt juices up.
In fact, you're a regular little juice pig," he mocks.
Sure enough, despite her efforts to resist, Molly's body betrays her as her
vagina becomes wet with her girl-nectar. Soon the lips of her cunt glisten and
a tiny rivulet of warm, clear liquid leaks out of her body and runs down the
inside of her left thigh.
Her brother runs the celery stick up her leg, coating the green vegetable with
his sister's cunt juice. He bites the end off the stick.
"Delicious!" he announces. "Just keep frigging yourself while I talk and you
listen.
"Molly," he begins. "In about an hour the Mr Wingate, who represents Dad's
company's Board of Directors will arrive. As you know, he objects to the terms
of our parents' wills. Well, frankly, I don't give a fuck about the company.
All I want is the money. I'm prepared to tell him that we would be happy to
turn control of the company to a trustee appointed by the Board of Directors as
long as you and I get a generous allowance - say on the order of a few million
dollars a year. Of course, now that you are my slave any money coming to you is
mine."
Molly continues to masturbate helplessly while her brother talks. Her clitoris
is now engorged with blood. A warm feeling is beginning to grow in her lower
belly while the nectar produced by her aroused vagina is trickling down both of
her legs.
As he speaks Wayne occasionally scoops up some of his sister's cunt juice with a
piece of carrot or celery and either pops it into his mouth or feeds it to
Molly.
"Now," he continues. "I'm pretty sure that Wingate will advise the members of
the Board of Directors to agree to my proposal in order to avoid a long, drawn
out court battle. Besides I'm practically giving them the company. I have no
interest in the business and will be much too busy training you to be my little
fuck-monkey.
"Just to make sure I get my way, I'm willing to offer him a special incentive -
you!"
Wayne reaches into his pocket and brings out another red mind control pill.
Holding it in front of her he explains that after today he will refrain from
using mind control drugs on her. He prefers to have her fight him. Today,
however, is different. He wants Molly to be completely submissive to the whims
of their guests. He orders her to open wide and her pops the pill into her
mouth.
Despite being on the verge of an orgasm, the teenaged captive swallows the pill
as ordered. Her breathing is shallow and the warmth in her groin is growing and
sending out waves of heat through her whole body.
Suddenly, her brother orders her to stop masturbating.
"After all," he says. "We have eaten all the carrots and celery so you don't
have to produce any more of your 'unique' vegetable dip." Wayne stands and
tosses a dishtowel at his sister.
"Here. Wipe that cunt slime from your legs before you get your socks wet."
Mortified, Molly does as ordered. She wipes herself and gets off of the table.
She stands if front of her brother.
Wayne continues. "Our guest will be here soon. I want you to go upstairs. You
will stand at attention facing the wall in a corner of your bedroom. You are
not to move until I call you. Then you will come down and join us in father's
study. I know that you will be co-operative because the drug gives you little
choice. But I don't want sullen obedience. No, dear sister, I want you to show
positive enthusiasm when you greet our guest and heartfelt joy when you do
whatever is asked of you. Now show me the kind of smile Mr Wingate can expect
from you."
Molly wants to tell her brother to go to hell but she can't. The second dose of
mind control drug continues to make her his complete slave. Despite her inner
turmoil Ivy feels her face break out in a huge and happy smile. Her eyes appear
to crinkle with delight and two pretty dimples appear on her cheeks.
"Good girl!" says her brother. Now scoot while I finish preparing for our
visitor."
Molly does as ordered. She stands at attention with her nose in the corner of
her bedroom for about fifteen minutes when she hears the doorbell ring. She can
hear Wayne answer the door and the voices of greeting as the lawyer enter the
house. She tries to remember what Mr Wingate look like. She knows that he
attended a barbecue hosted by her parents a few months ago. However, there were
so many people there she couldn't recall his face.
For half an hour Molly can hear the murmur of voices punctuated by the
occasional sound of hearty laughter.
Her anxiety increases when she hears her brother's footsteps approaching the
bottom of the main staircase.
"Molly!" he calls. "Come down and meet our guest."
The youthful beauty joins her brother at the foot of the stairs. He smirks
cruelly and tells her to turn on her smile and to go into the study. He waits
outside while she enters the large room
A gasp of surprise greets her as the old man seated in large armchairs sees what
she is wearing. Molly is completely humiliated to be displaying her young body
to this stranger but she cannot wipe the smile from her face.
Wayne has followed her into the room.
"Mr Wingate," he says. "You remember my little sister, don't you? As you can
see from her delightful smile, she's been looking forward to meeting you.
With a genuine looking but totally false smile on her face the young girl is led
to stand before the old lawyer. He is about seventy years old. He is very fat.
So fat that Molly can hear his labored breathing.
His lips turn up in a half smile as his eyes devour her sexy young form. He
does not stand up but holds out his hand.
"My dear," he rasps hoarsely. "Your brother tells me that you wish to show me
how grateful you are that we have come to an agreement about the disposition of
your father's business and, more importantly, your future."
Molly's small hand is lost in the dry, rough paw of the old man. She finds his
porcine feature repulsive. He is so fat that his small eyes are almost lost in
the folds of flesh that surround them. His nose is wide, small and up-turned
and his thick lips part to reveal long, yellow teeth.
He looks less like a distinguished practitioner of the law and more like the
caricature of a coarse butcher. Despite the air-conditioned coolness of the
room Wingate's face glistens with sweat.
He continues to hold Molly's hand in a tight grip.
"How old are you, my child?" he say.
"Molly beams at him and says "Fourteen, Sir."
"Yes, I thought so," he says wetly. "You see, I have a great-niece named Mary
who is twelve years old. When she was younger I'd have her sit on my lap and
tell her stories.'
While he speaks he doesn't make eye contact with Molly. Instead his eyes roam
freely over her nearly naked body. Returning again and again to her ruby-tipped
breasts so clearly displayed under the thin cloth of her shirt.
"Why don't you sit on my knee, my dear," he continues as he taps his left leg.
"And we'll have a nice little talk."
Despite her revulsion, Molly comes close and sits down on Wingate's knee.
"Just lift up for a second, dear, while I adjust your lovely kilt," he orders.
The teen lifts her butt and the old man pulls the back of the kilt off his leg.
When Molly sits down again her bare bum presses against Wingate's thigh.
"That's better, my dear," he smiles.
The old man puts his right hand on top of Molly's bare knee and begins to rub
gently.
"Molly, your resemblance to my great-niece is remarkable," he murmurs as he
slides his hand up the teenager's leg.
"I've been wondering what her cute little pussy looked like. You see I'm an old
bachelor and have no children of my own," he remarks as his hand approaches the
hem of Molly's short skirt.
"Of course it wouldn't be right for me to look at Mary's vagina," he says as he
flicks up the hem of Molly's kilt. "But I see nothing wrong with examining
yours. Spread your legs a little and give this old guy a good look."
Molly blushes and does as ordered, revealing the tender pink lips of her cunt to
the old man.
His breathing becomes even louder as he gazes at Molly's snatch.
"That's beautiful," he says.
Addressing Wayne he continues. "She has no cunt hair. Can I assume that you
had her remove it?"
"Yes, I did," responds Wayne. "I think you'll agree that a naked cunt is more
appealing than one covered in even the finest down."
"I agree with you completely," the old man says. By now he is running his rough
fingers along the lips of poor Molly's sex. "So pink and plump," he remarks as
he gently pinches her labia . "I'm sure my little Mary's cunt looks and feels
just like yours.
"You know Molly, sometimes my great-niece is naughty. It doesn't happen often
but it does happen. When she behaves badly her mother usually grounds her or
takes away TV time. You know, I feel that that sort of punishment is
inadequate. I think that this would be a more effective means of ensuring she
behaves."
As soon as he finishes speaking, the old man takes Molly's clitoris and pinches
it sharply between the nails of his thumb and forefinger.
"Ow...Ow.... Ow!!" screeches Molly.
Wayne and the old man laugh as Molly struggles to escape the claw like grip on
her sensitive girl flesh.
At last he lets go. Molly's love bud continues to sting and throb. Nonetheless
she smiles at him in what appears to be adoration.
The old man orders Molly off his lap.
He tells her to take off her shirt and kilt. Immediately she does as she is
told. Now she stands before the lawyer naked except for her knee socks and
shoes.
"You know Molly," he says. I've seen your pretty cunt and have felt it. Now I
wonder what it tastes like. I want you to hop up on the chair so that you are
standing on its arms facing me."
He leans back on the chair as Molly climb up on the wide arms of the leather
chair. She is straddling the old man who leans slightly forward and grabs her
hips. He maneuvers her until she is squatting slightly and her vagina is even
with his head. He then bends forward and begins to lick her cunt lips.
Molly is mortified at the idea of a gross old man, more than fifty years older
than she is, licking her vagina. He grabs he buttocks with both hands and
grinds her pelvis into his face.
"MMmmm!" he moans as he pushes his face into her vagina. Molly can feel his
tongue lapping at her clitoris.
Her brother comes up behind her and grabs her shoulders so she doesn't fall.
Wingate is grunting and groaning like a pig at the trough as he licks and sucks
the fourteen year-olds cunt. He opens his mouth widely, revealing his yellow
teeth and covers her entire vagina with his mouth. He gnaws at her girl flesh
while he plunges his tongue directly into the opening of her snatch. The tip of
his tongue jabs her hymen.
Molly feels herself reacting to the old lecher's ministrations. Her vagina is
getting wet and her girl juice is mixing with the old man's saliva and running
down her legs. It is also dripping onto the old man's shirt as she straddles
his chest.
She throws her head back in ecstasy as Mr Wingate's skilled tongue brings her
closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans mingle with his pig-like grunts. All
the while her brother is laughing at the sight of his little sister mashing her
pubis into the old man's face. At last Molly cums. If her brother hadn't been
holding her she would fall off the chair.
Mr Wingate stops his cunnilingus and leans back with a smile. His face glistens
with Molly's cunt juice.
Molly's brother helps her down from the chair and tells her to stand in front of
Mr Wingate.
"Wayne," he states. "Nothing tastes as lovely as the cunt of a teenaged virgin.
The delicate bouquet of Molly's liqueur is simply delightful. If you could
bottle her essence you'd make thousands of old men like me very happy. I only
hope that I have the opportunity to drink from my little Mary's vagina"
He leans forward in his chair and tells Molly to turn around slowly. As she
turns the old man orders her to stop. She now has her back to him.
"What a magnificent little behind", Wingate exclaims. "Stand with your legs
spread a little more, then bend over from your waist."
The young teen opens her stance and bends over, revealing the rosebud of her
anus to the old man's gaze. He tells her to stay like that and grasps a buttock
in each of his large hands.
Squeezing tightly he comments that her bum feels delightful. So firm yet so
soft.
"She's got the kind of muscle tone you see only in young girls" he says as he
spreads her ass cheeks apart. Molly gasps as the old man insinuates his
forefinger into her ass-hole.
"Keep standing like that," her brother orders when it appears she is about to
move.
Molly moans as the septuagenarian sinks his finger to the second joint into her
ass. This is the first time in her life that she can remember anything being
inserted into her rectum.
"Nice and tight," Wingate laughs as he pushes his entire thick finger into her
anus. Molly cries out in surprise when he wriggles his finger about inside her.
At last he removes his finger and orders her to turn and face him.
Relieved, Molly straightens up and turns around to face the lawyer. She notices
that he has picked her shirt off of the floor and wiped his finger with it.
Mr Wingate smiles at her. "Molly, I'm going to ask you some questions and I
want you to be absolutely honest with me."
As he speaks the old man unzips his fly and exposes his cock to the young girl.
He begins to stroke it idly.
"Now young lady," he begins. Your brother tells me that you are a virgin. Is
that true?
"Yes," she replies.
"He also tells me that you masturbate. Is that true?
Molly blushes. "Yes, sir."
"How old were you when you first masturbated?"
"Eleven," whispers Molly.
"Do you masturbate everyday?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you ever do it more than once a day?"
"Sometimes"
"On average, how many times a week have you masturbated in the last three
years?"
"I don't know... maybe eight to ten times a week."
"So I guess we can conclude that you like to get yourself off?"
"Yes"
"On a related subject," continued the old lawyer. "Your brother told me that
you sucked his cock earlier today. Is that correct?"
"Yes it is, sir."
Wayne tells me that he thinks that you had an orgasm while sucking his cock.
Did you?"
Molly is mortified but answers. "Yes I did but..."
"Please let me continue Molly," interrupts the old man who has rubbed his cock
to erection.
Molly stares at his engorged penis while Wingate asks his next question.
"Did your brother cum in your mouth?"
Molly is confused by the question.
"I don't think she knows what "cum" means," Wayne interjects.
"Let me rephrase the question," says the lawyer. "Molly, while you were sucking
your brother's cock did it flood your mouth with sperm?
Molly's embarrassment is growing. Mr Wingate is making it seem that she sucked
off her brother voluntarily.
"Yes," she replies.
"Is that when you had your orgasm?"
"Yes"
"I see. Finally let me ask you about what happened just a few moments ago. Did
you enjoy it when I licked and sucked your tender cunt?"
"No!" Molly shouts.
"Did you have an orgasm while I was licking your cunt?"
Molly hesitates but the mind control drug makes her obey the old man's order
that she speak the truth.
"Yes."
Mr Wingate sits in his chair stroking his large cock and turns to Wayne.
"Well, Wayne. Let us now consider your sister's testimony. First she admits to
masturbating on a regular basis since the age of eleven. Do you realize that in
the three years between her eleventh birthday and her fourteenth Molly has
masturbated more than fourteen hundred times?
"I never thought of it like that," Wayne responds mockingly. "That'shocking."
"Let's continue," says the old man. "Molly here admits that she had an orgasm
when you were purportedly raping her mouth. In addition she confessed that she
came while I was eating her cunt.
"I think that we can conclude that your sister is a slut. Do you agree?"
"Yes I do," responds Wayne.
Wingate addresses Molly once again.
"Molly. Technically you are a virgin yet it is apparent from your own words
that you are little more than a bitch in perpetual heat. I think that your
brother will agree that you have no right to be a virgin and the sooner you lose
your virginity the better."
"Damn right," remarks Wayne.
Molly is now crying.
Ignoring her sobs Mr Wingate addresses her brother.
"Wayne. Since I'm ready as you can see from my erect penis. I would be honored
if your let me pop your little sister's cherry. As they say in the vernacular."
"Be my guest," says Wayne. "Remember Mr Wingate that our wish is her command."
Turning to Molly he orders her to go to their father's large desk which
dominates one corner of the room. The large rosewood piece is topped with a
thick sheet of glass. Molly obeys the command to clear off everything from the
desk except the large desk lamp.
"I want you to lie across the center of the desk so that your bum is just
resting on the top edge," Wayne says.
Still under the influence of the mind control drug, the fourteen year-old does
as ordered.
She is lying on her back with her behind on one edge of the desk and her
shoulders resting near the opposite edge.
Wayne has moved the chair that normally goes with the desk and is standing with
near his sister's head. Meanwhile, Mr Wingate has removed his massive frame
from his armchair. He has removed his trousers and is naked from the waist
down. He stands on the other side of the desk facing Wayne.
"Molly my dear, I want you to bend your knees and grab your ankles," the old
lawyer says.
The young girl does as she is told. Her legs naturally part revealing her naked
cunt.
Meanwhile her brother has pulled down on her braids so that her head hangs over
the other edge of the desk. He has taken his cock out of his pants and it
points menacingly at his sister's face.
'Open wide," he says and begins to force his cock into her mouth. He pushes it
along her tongue until its tip hits the back of her throat. He withdraws his
member until only the plum shaped head rests in her mouth. He pushes in again
and soon he is sawing in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. Her mouth
overflows with her own saliva mixed with his precum. Because her head is upside
down the clear liquid leaks form her mouth into her eyes.
Suddenly Molly feels her cunt being pried open by Mr Wingate's two thumbs. She
feels the tip of his prick against her labia.
"OK Mary, I mean Molly," he laughs. "Here comes the choo-choo."
Molly feels a large mass pressing slowly and inexorably into her virgin love
channel. It hurts terribly to be stretched so wide. The seventy year-old man
has used no lubricant to smooth his way into his fourteen year-old captive.
Molly's girl flesh burns as it is stretched.
Just before the old man's cock contacts her hymen. Her brother starts pushing
his penis further down her throat.
Wayne has switched on the large desk lamp that he had moved beside his sister.
Both her rapists can enjoy the sight of this young teenaged girl, naked but for
white knee socks and black leather shoes, as she is ravaged at both ends. Her
throat swells as Wayne pushes his large cock all the way into her mouth. All
eight inches of his maleness are lodged firmly into her throat. His balls have
slapped against her face and his pubic hair tickles her nose. Thankfully there
is some space between her nose and her brother so that she can breathe.
Breathing through her cock-filled mouth is impossible.
Suddenly Molly is distracted from the agony of having her brother's cock lodged
in her throat by a sharp pain in her vagina. With a grunt the old man has
thrust his hips forward and torn away her maidenhead. Wingate keeps pushing
until all of his cock is in Molly's cunt. Both men make eye contact and smile
broadly. They briefly shake hands over the quivering girl. With a wink they
both withdraw their penises part way and ram them back into the young teenager.
For ten minutes both men saw away at Molly, filling her mouth and cunt
repeatedly with hot cock. Blood leaks from the young woman's violated cunt and
drips onto the floor. Her face is now soaked with sweat, saliva and her
brother's pre-seminal fluid.
At last the old man groans and begins to ejaculate into her vagina. She can
feel his organ swelling spasmodically as it spits hot semen into her. The white
slime overflows her cunt and pools in a small puddle on the glass of her
father's desk.
As Mr Wingate's prick begins to deflate, Wayne begins to cum in his sister's
mouth. The end of his cock is just inside her mouth when it explodes, quickly
filling her mouth to overflowing. Molly coughs and blows sperm out her nose.
Wayne removes his pulsating cock from her mouth and hoses down her face and
breasts with ribbons of cock cream.
At last both men are spent and remove themselves from the young girl. They
watch as Molly rolls on her side into a fetal position on her father's desk.
Cum continues to leak out of her violated mouth and vagina and forms small
puddles on the glass.
As Mr Wingate gets dressed, Wayne tucks his penis back in his pants and orders
Molly to stand up.
With great effort she slides off the desk and stands before the two men. Her
face and breasts are streaked with sperm. Wingate's sperm, tinged pink by
Molly's virgin blood, slowly leaks from her ravaged cunt. Nevertheless she
stands quietly.
"Now Molly. Look at the mess you've made of father's desk," says Wayne.
Molly looks. Several small puddles of sperm spot the glass.
Wayne orders his sister to lick up the spilled sperm. She does this without
hesitation although here mind is screaming silently in protest. When she is
finished she is told once again to stand before the two men.
"Thank Mr Wingate for raping you," Wayne orders.
Molly can't believe her own ears when she says "Thank you for raping me Mr
Wingate"
"It was my pleasure, Molly. From what I hear from your brother about his plans
for you, it is entirely possible that we may be able to do this again in the not
too distant future.
"Meanwhile, I'll take my leave of you both.
"Oh by the way Wayne, thank you for giving me some of those lovely mind control
tablets. I think I'll invite my great-niece over to my country place for the
weekend. I want to see if her cunt is as sweet and tight as Molly's."
Molly, still naked, follows the two men to the front door where Wayne bids
farewell to the old man.
Turning to his sister he says, "That went better than I could have hoped. Old
Man Wingate is going to recommend to the Board of Directors that we each get an
allowance of four million dollars a year. Of course you will give all your
money to me."
"Well," he continues. "It's time to put you to bed."
In fact it is only eight o'clock at night but Molly is tired and hopes that once
she's in bed, Wayne won't bother her. She remembers that Wayne said that he
wouldn't use the mind control drug on her anymore. Perhaps then she can escape
and go to the authorities.
"Oh by the way," Wayne says. "You won't be sleeping in your bedroom any more.
Tonight you'll spend the night with me. Come along."
She follows her brother up to his large room. Molly is resigned to the fact
that she will be sharing Wayne's bed tonight.
She is wrong.
Wayne instructs Molly to fill her mouth with a bright red ball-gag and hold it
in place with a black leather strap. He then tells her to remove her shoes and
socks so that she is completely naked.
"Molly," he says as he prepares things. "You are my little meat puppet. As you
know, most puppets are held up with strings and tonight you will be too."
He tells Molly to put her arms behind her back and grasp an elbow with hand.
When she does so he binds her forearms together with rough hemp rope.
She stands helpless as Wayne strings some more hemp from a hook screwed into
the ceiling to a pulley that is also anchored to the ceiling about twelve feet
from the hook.. He stands on a chair and threads the rope from the hook through
the pulleys. He leaves enough slack between the two so that the rope just
touches the floor.
"Come over here," he orders, "and stand with your feet on either side of this
rope."
Molly obeys and is soon straddling the slackened rope.
Molly is told to stand still while her brother fastens manacles to her ankles
and screws the short chains that are attached to the cuffs into the hardwood
floor. She cannot lift her feet off the floor although she is able to stand on
her toes..
Wayne now goes to the other side of the pulley where the end of the rope is
hanging. With a tremendous jerk he pulls down on it. The rope between the
ceiling hook and the pulley shortens and snaps off of the floor. It should rise
towards the ceiling until it is a taut line from anchor to pulley, like a
tightrope suspended six inches from the ceiling. It would do that except that
Molly is straddling the rope. Instead of rising to the ceiling, the rope snaps
viciously into her cunt and ass.
She screams as the coarse rope digs deeply into her tender flesh. Because her
ankles are fastened to the floor she cannot step over the hideous cord. Her
brother keeps pulling until his sister is forced up on her toes. He then ties
his end of the rope to another ring imbedded in the floor.
Molly is whimpering desperately as the splintery rope presses and chafes against
her cunt lips and ass. Wayne is pleased to see that the rope has embedded
itself completely into her tender girl flesh. He looks more closely and is
thrilled to observe that the rope is squashing his sister's clitoris.
With her eyes the poor girl implores her brother to relieve her pain. Her legs
are already cramping as she tries to lift herself off the painful twine.
Wayne ignores her pleas for mercy. He walks around her like a man inspecting a
piece of fine art.
Sweat has broken out on Molly's body. Her cramped legs are trembling with
exertion. The pain in her cunt is driving her mad.
"Almost but not quite." Wayne murmurs to himself. He faces his sister.
"I've got it!" he exclaims.
He goes to his desk and rummages through the middle drawer. He returns with a
spool of thick black sewing thread. Working quickly, he cuts two long pieces of
thread from the spool. He makes tiny hangman's nooses at the ends of each
strand.
Her exertions to find some relief from the bite of the rope have caused her
nipples to harden. Her brother fastens a noose around each one and tightens it
cruelly. Her nipples are still coated with ruby colored lipstick and the black
thread is clearly visible strangling her tender buds of flesh. Wayne then
gently pulls each thread up and drapes it over each of Molly's shoulders. He
lets the threads hang down her back. Carefully he passes the end of each thread
under the hemp rope that is binding his sister's arms together behind her back.
He stands directly behind her looking at her in a full-length mirror that is on
the wall in front of them. Suddenly he pulls up on both threads at the same
time. Molly screams around her ball gag as each noose tightens even more around
each nipple before pulling it up towards her shoulder. Wayne keeps pulling on
the threads until his sister's nipples are stretched more than an inch. He then
ties the ends of the threads to her arms.
He stands in front of his suffering sister and smiles broadly.
"Well Sis, it's time to say goodnight. I'm going to leave you like this until
tomorrow. Then my friends will arrive and the fun will really begin.
-- To be continued
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