Promises, Promises

When Brittany pushed herself up into a seated position on the fallen tree Tyrone was quick to follow. His cock-head felt the chill of the evening air for only a second before it once more speared Brittany's waiting cunt. She leaned back from her seated position, gradually giving her stud more access to her inner depths. Before long Michael was watching his sister get fucked over the tree with her feet planted on one side and her hands planted on the other.

Tyrone took her on all-4s. His giant horse-cock was disappearing completely into the whores tight little pink hole for the first time and the short fast piston-like pounding had given way to slow withdrawals and long deep pile driver thrusts that made both of them cry out. Mike zoomed in as that thick ebony pole tore its way into his twin's body over and over again. Then Tyrone pressed her head down into the dirt and with his other hand slowly screwed a long slender digit into her gaping asshole...

His camera was running out of memory, but that didn't matter he had more than enough shots for his purposes. He waited until he had just three shots left before taking his finger off the capture button. He knew, like every good photographer, that there was one magic shot that had yet to present its self. When finally it came he knew it had been worth the wait: Tyrone had his slut of a sister lifted completely off the ground and impaled on his mighty black shaft. Michael used all his skill and knowledge of photography to capture how passionately he kissed her then and how ecstatic she looked as his thick ebony lips pushed the sensations of her pole ride over the line into a screaming thrashing explosive orgasm. As he listened to her cries muffled by Tyrone's lips he allowed himself the indulgence of releasing his cock and slowly masturbating. As he stroked his dick he checked the images he'd taken in the camera's view screen. Finally, when he had finished, his humourless smile had at last got the joke. He left the clearing to prepare for phase two.

It was 11:30 pm when Michael's slut sister finally came home. Their parents had gone to the mountains for the week so Brittany knew she could break the rules without any hassle. She moved slowly up the stairs, her body sore from all the sex and lacking her usual grace due to the copious amounts of alcohol her and her friends had drank as the night went on. The light was on in the hall outside her bedroom so she figured her low-life brother was still up. She passed his door without a word or a pause until she reached her room. On the door to her bedroom was a paper sign with the words 'So you like big cocks huh?' Beneath the sign was a picture of her on her hands and knees on the forest floor, her face screwed up as Tyrone fucked her from behind. The image looked as if it was taken from three feet in front of her. Brittany was enraged. She stormed back to her brother's bedroom and kicked the door open. He was sitting in front of his desk, his chair turned to face the door as though waiting for her.

'What the fuck is this you little bastard!?! Are you spying on me??'

Michael stood up and walked slowly to the doorway stopping a few inches in front of Brittany.

'This is revenge sis,' said Michael, 'I told you I'd get you, and tomorrow the whole school is going to be treated to a show of just how much of a cheap and dirty, piece-of-shit whore you really are. Now get out of my room!'

With the last he shoved his sister hard sending her slamming into the opposite wall in the hallway. He looked at her with a satisfied smile on his face as she grimaced and held her shoulder in pain. Then he shut his bedroom door and locked it.

For a couple of hours he could hear his sister banging on the door and begging him to talk to her. He even heard the bitch crying more than once. He had his music up to make her think he wasn't listening, but he was, and he loved every minute of it. However it wasn't until the second time he heard her sobbing outside his door that his real plan finally took shape in his mind. It had always been there he realised, hidden away in the recesses of his fantasies, buried under layers of fears and inhibitions; but hearing her weep that time as he reviewed and edited his collection of photo's, he suddenly noticed that his cock was as hard as a rock, harder even than it had been in the woods.

That night Michael slept very peacefully indeed.

It was 5:58 am when Michael woke up, two minutes before his alarm. He didn't need to look down to know his cock was rock solid once more. He turned off his alarm and used the bathroom and then he walked casually into his sister's bedroom where he found her laying asleep on an unmade bed still in her clothes. He shook her gently with his hand until she woke up, and dropped a sheaf of papers on the bed.

'Take a look through those then go get cleaned up and come talk to me' said Michael. Then he turned and went down to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

Around 6:15 Brittany walked slowly down the stairs and joined Michael in the kitchen. She was just wearing her pink dressing gown and droplets of water were still running down her skin. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look so crest fallen and he had to hold back the urge to smile. For the first time Michael felt like a man around his sister, and soon she would feel just how much of a man he had become.

She stood silently for a moment looking down at the dining table. Michael's eyes never left her but he said nothing. Eventually she spoke, her eyes still on the table.

'Michael, I'm sorry ok. I'm sorry for showing you up in front of Suzanne and the others, I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you. I don't know why I did it but I promise you it will stop. From now on I won't let anybody say a bad word about you, just please don't spread those pictures around, I'll do anything!'

'Anything?' asked Michael.

'Anything!' came Brittany's earnest reply.

There was a pause. Michael knew exactly what he wanted from her, he'd been rehearsing this in his head from before he went to sleep and right up until his sister came down stairs. Everything had to be perfect, but he was straining so hard to maintain a hard demeanour when all he really wanted to do was laugh at the stupid little whore in front of him. He didn't.

'Then anything it is. Go to your bedroom and get the red shoe-box you have under your bed.'

His sister looked shocked and froze at the mention of her 'toy box'.

'Did I stutter?' said Michael.

Brittany stood at the table facing her now seated brother. She trembled nervously, her eyes flicking from the box to his cold, cold eyes and back.

'Open it' he said.

Brittany blushed as she moved to reveal her most intimate secrets to her sibling. The box contained a small assortment of dildo's, vibrators and other toys, ranging from a little vibrating egg to a thick 9' pink latex cock, to a set of shiny metal handcuffs. Michael told her to take the egg and the dildo and then held up the first picture.

'Michael what is this? We're brother and sister we shouldn't be...' Her words trailed off leaving the most taboo of topics hanging in the air around them.

'Last night,' said Michael 'Something wonderful happened.'

Brittany's gaze dropped as he continued. 'I've always known you were a total bitch and that we have absolutely nothing in common, but when I saw you on your knees, scrambling after those retards to taste their dicks, I realised that it was all a lie. We're not related at all, not really.'

It was the last thing she expected to hear and the words felt like blows as they landed at her ears. Michael went on, 'Really, we are just some freak genetic accident that gave us similar features and the same blood type, but that sluty little cunt in the clearing last night, the sluty little cunt standing in front of me is not in any way that matters, my sister!'

The last was like a knife sinking into her chest. She stood dazed, her eyes welling with tears as she struggled with the feelings of shame, loss and anger that he invoked.

'Now,' he said, 'tell me what's in the picture'.

Her head snapped up, the anger taking over as he played his stupid hurtful game. 'I'M GETTING FUCKED!' she yelled, her eyes blazing fury at him before being hidden by her golden mane as she turned away.

'You can do better than that,' he said calmly. 'I want details, now look again'.

Brittany didn't move. In her rage she had found the strength to be defiant, but Michael was prepared.

'Brittany, if you do as I say now, I promise not to release those pictures to the school. If you don't, I promise these pictures will follow you wherever you go. Just think how quickly word will spread around a small town like this. You've never had to live with taunting or bullying, but I can tell you it's not fun and what I had to put up with will seem like a walk in the park compared to this. You will wish you had never been born. All your friends will leave you; you'll be forced out of cheerleading and off the track team. Suzanne will probably kick the crap out of you, all the teachers will be looking down their noses at you, everyone will be talking about you behind your back and quite a few will do it to your face. There's not a man around that will give you the time of day unless they think they can get a fuck out of it. Then off course there'll be the fallout when mom and dad find out...'

She couldn't fight him any more, she knew she was beaten and no amount of pride or rage could change that.

'Now, look again' he said.

Slowly, numbly, she lifted her head and took in the image in her former brothers hand.

'I see myself; I'm on my knees naked except for the skirt hiked up around my waist. I'm sucking on some guys cock.'

'You like sucking cock?'

'I guess.'

'Why? What do you like about it?'

'I don't know!' the frustration and defiance were creeping back into her voice. Michael sighed.

'Brittany, these questions make up the most important exam you will ever take and I am not giving you any more chances to get them right.'

She paused, looking for some shred of warmth in his eyes. She found none. Her gaze sank once again to the floor, her eyes closed and she began speaking.

'I am a total slut for cock.' She said, 'I love it. I love the sight of it, the feel of it in my hands or against my skin and especially in my mouth. When I masturbate I often just use my hands on my clit and use the dildo you picked to slowly fuck and suck between my lips. I love having my mouth penetrated because it makes me feel dirty and I like that. I love seeing a powerful man standing over me, using me like I'm some kind of sex toy built for his pleasure. I feel totally helpless, totally under his control and I love it.'

'In that picture I'm sucking Adam's cock. He's about 8' long and very thick. I don't think you can make it out but he has the veiniest prick I've ever seen. I love sliding my lips and tongue across his shaft and I swear when he cums in my mouth I can feel every one of those veins swelling on my tongue. When I sucked him off yesterday, when you took that photo, I wanted to feel his veins bulging and have him shoot his cum down my throat. I was a little disappointed that he didn't.'

Brittany was trembling slightly now. In her mind she had lived every word she spoke, remembering the first time she had knelt in front of a cock and how last night she'd sucked three men until her neck jaw and throat all ached. She was suddenly aware of her nipples; sorely erect they pressed against her robe and let Michael know that his plan was working. Her eyes opened to look at him and she saw the malevolent smile she had been expecting.

'Take off your robe' he told her. There was no thought of compliance in her mind; there was no thought of anything. She felt the robe fall to the floor and she stood before him totally nude. Without another word he put down the photo and picked up another.

'I'm on my hands and knees, still naked. Adam is fucking me from behind while I suck on Mark's cock.' She paused.

'I remember I could feel my pussy juice streaming down my thighs by the time Adam decided I needed fucking. His cock felt so good stretching me open and every few thrusts he'd slam me so hard I choked on Marks meat. Mark's dick is just as long as Adam's but its slimmer, so I can take it deeper. He's also much smoother and the contrast to Adam always makes me crazy. Its funny, but I prefer focussing on one guy, being owned, belonging purely to one hot cock. But being owned and being used are different feelings entirely. This is me being used. In this photo, at this point last night, I was fuck-meat: nothing but a place for these two studs to empty their ball sacks into. I remember Adam was really fucking the shit out of me and mark wouldn't let me get more than an inch of his dick out of my mouth. If they weren't such pro's they'd have filled me with jizz in 30 seconds or less. It was all about them. They used my holes to get off and didn't give a shit whether I liked it or not. I suppose that's just one step away from being raped isn't it? Being used as fuck-meat? Being used by two horny men. The thought of it makes me wet...'

She'd finally admitted what was plain to see.

Michael stood and moved around the table. He took the little vibrating egg and switched it on and then lowered the toy to Brittany's pussy and pressed it gently against her clit. Brittany closed her eyes again but didn't move. The toy hummed quietly, muffled by her flushed flesh and she felt herself responding to its touch.

'Show me how you sucked their cocks.' His voice was quiet, barely a whisper in her ear.

She raised the large flesh coloured dildo to her lips. As her hand moved she thought about how utterly powerless she was and how powerless she had been since she returned home last night. She thought about how she had cried herself to sleep last night, and how she had rubbed herself to orgasm in the shower this morning; all because she knew she was totally at his mercy. Brittany opened her mouth and felt the cock slide between her lips. She began sliding her mouth back and forth on it, rolling her tongue around the massive member and sucking and biting the cock like the cum she wanted it to spew would set her free. The pressure of the vibe at her clit made her moan into the dick and she found her hand guiding his movements between her legs. The dick in her mouth was moving faster, pumping harder into her throat. Brittany struggled to take it all, every thrust in her mouth sent waves of electricity down her spine and into her clit and she felt herself gagging as her face got fucked by the 9' monster. Soon it was being rammed harder and harder into her throat and she felt herself beginning to choke. Her hips began bucking, convulsing of their own accord. Her eyes shot open to look at the man who mercilessly impaled her throat, but all she saw was her own hand holding a dildo. The orgasm she had right then blew her mind away.

Brittany was lost. The orgasm had hit her like some super refined amphetamine. She could still feel it in her system, writhing and growling in the pit of her stomach like some mythical beast in its cave. She tingled from her head to her pinkie toes and the world around her was a blur.

'Just one more photo, Brittany. Tell me what you see.'

The voice was distant but comfortingly familiar. Slowly she tried to focus on her eyes and what they were showing her. There was a girl, blond with a firm athletic body; her long hair fell about her like a glowing waterfall. Firm flushed breasts with hard pink nipples sat above a taught pale tummy and powerful thighs. Her strong toned muscles were flexing as she strained with exertion. There was a man in the picture too. He had dark skin, black as her favourite bra; his size and strength dwarfed the tiny young white girl. Brittany concentrated some more. He was holding the girl, his dark ebony arms were coiled around her like serpents, one hooking under her thigh the other around her waist crushing her against his chest and suspending her above the ground. A third serpent, a thick tower of ebony flesh rose up from beneath the girl and disappeared inside her puffy red vagina. The man and the girl were kissing. Deeply.

'Tyrone is fucking me, holding me off the ground and taking me with his giant black cock-meat' she said quietly. 'I can't stop cumming for him. It's so good and he's fucked me so long... Even when I fucked the other two, I was really just putting on a show for him. It's starting to hurt and I want to stop cumming, but I can't. I'm Tyrone's little white fuck-doll, his whore, his personal cock-slut. He owns me. I see Tyrone, owning me.'

She gazed deeply into the photo remembering every sensation of the previous day, re-living the feel of her body being penetrated and impaled on that massively thick and long member. She had felt his huge spear tear into her body and mind and destroy her with pleasure. The ritual was familiar to her now, she had done it many times: with every thrust of his body into her he re-asserted his power and with every cry and whimper she had gladly signalled her submission. When he had lifted her off the floor she had left her own mind behind. Completely at his mercy, suspended on the end of his manhood, she became his fuck-doll, his toy. She had felt the total freedom of being his property and when he kissed her it was the final seal of his ownership. When that happened, Brittany could never stop cumming.

She was on her knees in front of him, naked but for the pink bathrobe pooled beneath her knees. The world was coming back into focus slowly and it seemed a painful process. She knew who he was but for the life of her she could not recognise him. He was supposed to be her brother, but that wasn't true. He raised the photo he held in his hands and slowly tore it in two.

'That,' he said 'is the past. From now on nobody owns you, but me.'

Brittany smiled happily; she knew that now she would be taken care of, just like she always wanted.

Michael's hands moved to his jeans and pulled open the buttons; he was not wearing any underwear. Slowly, almost ceremoniously he extracted his manhood. Brittany gasped as she saw his hand drawing the seemingly endless serpent from out of his pant leg. Easily as thick as Tyrone's, Michaels' cock appeared just as long, yet rather than a solid sword of meat, Mikes cock still swung loose and rope like from his hand as it moved, only semi-hard, from his jeans. With a motion clearly slowed by the weight of it, Michael's hand swung the giant dick and slapped his little whore in the face with it. Though there was no real force behind it, the sheer weight of the impact sent her reeling. All the taunting she had thrown at him, all the emasculation and humiliation came back to her in that slap and it felt like a hammer coming down on what remained of her will. Brittany the, cock-whore, was awe-struck.

'Take it Britt, show me how grateful you are that I own you' he said.

His voice held a quiet power that held her like a chain to a dungeon wall. With both hands the girl took the cock. She marvelled at its weight and the way it slowly pulsed in her hands. Each beat of her new masters heart made it swell bigger, turning it from flaccid rope to flaming steel. She found her hands circling it and stroking it, sliding the full length of his tower in a slow hypnotic massage, her hands drifting up and down the mighty shaft just as though they were always meant to.

'My God!' she mumbled as she stroked the dick against her face.

'Master, will do,' came the reply.

Brittany's legs were spread and Michael admired how long and firm they looked, even as they trembled from fatigue. He brought his hand down hard on her firm, glowing butt cheek and her body jumped in response releasing a short cry of pain from her lips. He slid his monstrous prick back into her hole and marvelled at the narcotic effect it had on the bitch. He'd managed to draw this out for nearly an hour, striking her rear at random intervals and watching as her body became rigid after each blow. It never took more than three strokes of his dick in her pussy to melt her back into a writhing moaning little whore and Michael had to fight not to cum every time he thought about what he'd done. He pumped harder, ramming his cudgel into the bitch like he wanted to hurt her. Her cry's and moans became shorter and more frequent as she gasped for the air that was being fucked out of her lungs. Her back arched and flexed as only a gymnasts could and her pussy turned upwards to swallow what little more of his meat that it could. Brittany was delirious, lost in a blur of sensation and she was starting to cum.