Mr Brother's Slave 2
That night my brothers came into my room and George had the nerve to ask,"How
are you doin, Sis."
I said angrily, "You know how I am doing. I am in terrible pain and it is your
fault!"
"Yeah, I know. We didn't know Dad would get so carried away. You know we would
not have hurt you that much."
"I guess not. A switch couldn't hurt as much as what Dad did to me."
"Well we are going to do something nice for you. I got Mom's body lotion and if
you get up on your hands and knees we will rub it on you."
"You guys just want to see me naked again."
"Naw. You couldn't get any more naked than we have already seen. Get up. You
will see that this feels good."
"Oh I guess that will be allright."
I rolled over and got on my knees and Pat slowly pulled off my blanket. Pat
began carressing the lotion on my back and butt while George rubbed it on my
boobs. It felt wonderful and I didn't object when they told me to open my legs
so they could get those sore spots.
Pat began running his hand down the crack of my butt over my sensitive anus and
on to my pussy then George would rub up from my pubic bone to my anus.That felt
more than wonderful even though I realized they were doing what they had accused
me of doing to my Dad. I just didn't care. All I knew was this was making me
forget the pain. It went past that and I began feeling the excitement leading to
orgasm. I couldn't help pumping my hips to help them rub.
George said, "You really like this don't you Sis?"
"Oh yes. It is making me forget my pain." Actually I was past that and nearly to
orgasm."
"Good. Now that you know how nice we can be you will do anything we want won't
you?"
I moaned, "I have to. If I don't you will tell Dad." Actually I was glad to
have the excuse to let them continue to fondle me even though the massage had
changed. Now their fingers were going deep into my anus and pussy and twisting
to make me let out little grunts of excitement."
"Now that you know how good we can make you feel, you want to do anything we ask
don't you?"
I just moaned,"Uh huh." knowing my voice would crack if I tried a sentence."
"Good we heard a couple of high school guys talking about a two-way. We want to
do it. Do you know what it is?"
"No. Rub faster please."
"Well you just stay in this position and Pat will put his peter in your pussy
from behind while you take my peter into your mouth."
"Oh no. That sounds awful."
"Well then I guess we will have to ask Dad up here to see how wet your pussy
is."
"No God no. I'll do it."
It was really degrading. I was sure only the lowest whore would do it but
actually it wasn't bad. George's dick was clean so it was kind of like sucking
on my thumb and Pat's dick in my pussy and then my anus felt wonderful.
Then it got really degrading some snot-like stuff began pumping out of Georges
dick and he held my head so I had to swallow it then he took out his dick and
ran sticky stuff all over my face ignoring my whimpers. In a few moments they
were hard again and traded places. It was really gross tasting my shit on Pat's
dick but my saliva washed it fairly quickly and Georges bigger dick in my pussy
felt so good I didn't mind.
After that they were spent and started walking out my door. You would have
thought they would be grateful but George said, "You are a real slut, Sis. A
nice girl would have let herself be beaten until she fainted before she would
allow that to be done to her."
I began to cry knowing he was right. I had agreed to it even though I was sure
they would not have gotten Dad out of bed to tell him.
I was such a slut I even succumbed to masturbation to finish what the boys had
started. I decided that I was just a worthless slut and it didn't matter what
happened to me anymore.
The next morning I put on my cotton nightie which was the only clothes I could
wear without hurting my hundreds of welts. Dad was sitting at the table and
said, "I didn't say you could cover yourself. Take that off."
I whimpered but slipped it off then he said, "You are not to do anything unless
you have my permission. Come over here I am going to give you a little hand
spanking to remind you."
I whimpered and went over to him and started to lie over his legs for the
spanking but he said, "No. I want to use both hands. Just straddle my leg."
I did and he pushed me down causing me to gasp as my welted pusssy pressed
against his rough wool pants.
He began spanking me with his right hand hitting my left cheek and his left
exploding against my right cheek. His callused hands really hurt but my pussy
sliding back and forth on his pants caused instant excitement. I started sobbing
at about twenty but not from the pain. I was sobbing in shame that this
treatment could excite me confirming I was the slut of all time.
I guess Mom felt sorry for me hearing my sobs and seeing tears because she said,
"I think that is enough Tom."
Dad looked at me and said, "Do you think that is enough Julie?"
I was right at the edge of an explosive orgasm and moaned, "No. I deserve more."
At thirty I was in orgasm and they just kept increasing in intensity to make me
gasp, amd yelp."
At forty he said that was enough and pushed me off his leg to fall to the floor
sobbing and rubbing my thighs together. I guess he thought my cries were from
the pain and I was glad about that since I would have died of mortification if
he had known I could enjoy the punishment.
He noticed the wet spot on his leg and said, "That was really effective. She was
hurting so bad she peed on my leg."
I was glad he believed that and as told went to stand in the corner to display
my red ass. I kept my thighs together tightly to keep any more juices from
running out."
Dad went to work and Mom went back in the kitchen to finish our breakfast.
George came over to me and said, "We know you didn't pee on him. We saw how wet
you get when you are excited. Now that we all know spamkings excite you I guess
you won't mind at all when we do it."
I was so ahamed he knew, I just moaned, "No. I am a terrible slut and deserve
all the pain I get."
"Good girl. We are going to let you cum as much as you want."
The next day Dad let me wear clothes again. I had mixed feelings about that. It
was good to be back to normal but actually I had begun to enjoy the feel of cool
breezes on my naked body and also enjoyed the look of hunger the boys had on
their faces when I brushed against them. Somehow that gave me a feeling of
power.
The boys knew that although the clothes would hide the marks from their spanking
they still could not do it since my folks would hear the splatting noises of a
spanking. They were not going to be denied giving ne pain though. They used our
scarves to tie my arms and legs to the pipes of my old iron bed spread wide and
then wrapped duct tape around my mouth to silence me. They brought up a bpx of
paper clamps that had even stronger springs than clothespins to put on my
nipples breasts and pussy then tied strings to them to pull my boobs up close to
my chin and pull my pussy lips wide open. They stood there and watched me
struggle from the pain. It really hurt but then I began to get numb and the
whole thing excited me. George said, "Thats good. She is wet."
George slid his dick into my pussy and began pumping to make the clamps tighten
and loosen and Pat jerked my boobs together and fucked the crevice causing those
clamps to jerk on me until he exploded in my face.
To my shame I had multiple orgasms which they had learned to recognize.
While they removed the clamps to reawaken the pain and released my bondage,
George said, "Well now we know it isn't just spankings that turn you on. That
opens up a whole new world."
He jerked the tape from my mouth and said, "Isn't that right, Sis?"
I moaned, "I don't care anymore. I am no good. I hope you kill me."
"Oh no way are we going to kill you. You are too much fun but sometimes you may
wish you were dead. We are going to find out how far you will go. Mom and Dad
are going to a cattle auction tomorrow. They will be gone from eight in the
morning till eight at night.
I moaned with terrible mixed feelings I was afraid of what they may do to me but
at the same time the prospect excited me.
I was awake at six AM but I stayed in bed putting off the inevitable until I
heard Dad's car leave the yard and their feet pounding up the stairs to my room.
George came bounding in and said, "Grab your jeans and a T-shirt. We are going
into the woods."
I was surprised thinking they would keep me naked but when I started to put on
the shirt George said, "Don't put them on. They are just for you to wear home in
case the folks get back before we do."
They led me downstairs then George put our dog's collar and leash around my neck
so they could play doggy. I was put on all fours and told to heel. He would
speed up or slow down or stop suddenly and start suddenly. Anytime his legk went
ahead of our behind my neck Pat would hit down my ass crack with a riding quirt.
It was hell because the pain was not constant enough to bring me to orgasm. It
just hurt.
The George said, "It is hot. My balls are sweating. Let's have our doggy lick
our balls. This was really humiliating. It wasn't sex because they had no
intention of cumming or letting me cum.It was just so they could laugh at me
lapping at their balls.
They tired of that game and went to the corral. I saw my horse was wearing a
pack saddle. A pack saddle is just an "X" shaped wooden thing but when I got
closer I saw they had changed it. There was a thick hemp rope running from the
front "X" to the back "X" just where the wood crossed. I saw that if I got in
the saddle that prickly rope would be pressing all through my crotch from the
tailbone to my pubic bone.
I looked at it in fear and cried, "No. Please! That will cut me in two. I'll be
bloody!"
"No you won't, a little raw maybe. We'll keep an eye on you."
At that they each grabbed a leg and slid me over the horses rump to plop me down
on their sadistic device. I felt the rope tear into me and put my hands down and
gripped my thighs to keep me off the rope.
They wouldn't have that. They tied my wrists behind my back and then added
weights from their barbells to my ankles to pull me down so hard a wrinkle
formed at the top of my cunny slit.
We started walking down the trail and the pain was unreal. I shifted to try to
keep the rope from my clit but there was no use. Then from out of nowhere the
pain became pleasure. I began rocking back and forth near to orgasm when George
noticed and stopped to get me off saying, "She is about to cum and it is too
early for that."
I begged them to let me cum but they wouldn't and I followed their horses down
the trail with my hands still tied behind me so I couldn't touch my pussy. I
tried rubbing my thighs together but that trick that had once worked when I was
little was no longer effective even as sensitive as the rope had made my pussy.
In a little while they stopped and George said, "Do you still want to cum?"
"Oh yes. Please. I need it."
"All right. Pat and I will fuck you. Him in your ass me in your pussy."
We hadn't done that and it sounded more exciting than having one fuck me while I
sucked the other. I said, "Oh thank you."
"Not so fast. You have to earn our fuck. Wait here."
He went over to a wild rose bush and cut off a branch about an inch thisk and
about eighteen inches long.
I looked at it fearfully and said,"Are you going to whip me with that?"
"No. We aren't going to whip you. You will. I want you to whip each tit five
times and each pussy lip five times."
"I don't think I can do that. Won't you please do it for me?"
"No this is a test of your obedience."
That was a terrible thing to do to me. As long as they did things I could blame
them but now I would be causing my own pain and I didn't think that would excite
me.
I whimpered, "Do I have to?"
"Yes and asking that way means you will do it."
I took the branch from him and took a deep breath and hit my right tit. I let
out a little shriek at the sensation. The impact was nothing it was the thorns
driving in that caused a pain unlike anything I had felt before.
George was not impressed saying, "That one doesn't count. It was too easy."
I hit harder, then another then he said, "Hit the nipple."
I did and the pain was unreal. I stopped to rub my poor nipple with my other
hand.
George said, "You stopped before five. Now you have to start over."
I sobbed, "I can't!"
"Sure you can. If you don't I will give you fifty. All on the nipples and fifty
more down the center of your cunt."
That really scared me. There were a few drops of blood on my breast. Fifty would
make me a bloody mess.
I decided to get it over with as soon as possible and began hitting them as fast
as I could. When the ten was over I brought it down on my pussy and the miracle
happened again. The pain brought me to a fantastic level of excitement. I kept
hitting my pussy after ten and he had to grab my arm.
Then he made good on his promise and they fucked me standing there with blood
dripping off me. Having two dicks in me at once filled me cpmpletely and gave me
more orgasms.
After that we were all so hot and sweaty we jumped into the pond. When the water
washed off the blood I saw that in spite of the terrible pain I just had a bunch
of tiny punctures no worse than mosquito bites.
I was so grateful for the orgasms I laid between them on the beach alternately
licking their dicks until wonderfully they became hard and fucked me again.
The heat and our exertions made us tired and we went to sleep.
When we woke up George said, "It is getting late and since you have been so good
we will just have a fun whipping until you have a good orgasm. Go over to that
willow bush and cut two switches with my knife."
"How long should they be?"
"That is up to you. It is your fun whipping. Get whatever you think you need to
cum."
I took the knife from him and went to the bush. I knew I was choosing my own
punishment. I was sure that if I just cut a couple of tiny switches he would not
complain but I wanted him to be proud of my courage and cut two about as tall as
me. As I walked back to them stripping off the leaves and small branches I saw
how closely they resembled buggy whips and remembered the horses whinny of pain
when he was hit with it.
When I returned to hand them the switches George said, "Alright. Reach up and
grab hold of that branch. All you have to do to stop us is let go of it."
I had to jump up and when I caught it my toes barely touched the ground to give
me a wonderful stretch. They liked it with George saying, "God you are beautiful
Sis" and Pat just sighing, "Yeah."
"Pat said, "If we hit too hard. Tell us."
They started at the top with Pat hitting just below the shoulders and George at
the top of my boobs. Only the one across bpth nipples made me shriek and Pat
said, "Too hard?"
I yelled, "No! Harder, Faster!"
They did and by the time they had hit across my ass and my pussy and was
starting to hit into the cracks I had the granddaddy of all orgasms and let go
of the branch to crumple in a heap on the ground.
I dreamily heard someone say, "God. She is unreal. Did you see how she opened
her legs at the end so we could get to her asshole and pussy."
They let me rest awhile then helped me dress to ride home. The fabric felt like
sandpaper on my sensitive skin as my boobs jiggled against my shirt and the
jeans were pressed into me with the rope.
I was so tired when I got home I went directly to bed and to sleep.
End Part two
