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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against Brothers and Sister in arms, at the pink pool of love in the R16-1 match
- Theme: Sister in Arms
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What a Brother and Sister Do in Their Spare Time - Used and Abused R16-1
Sitting in a leather computer seat, James gripped the phone, fixated on the picture on the screen. A wave of lust poured over him. It started slowly, flowing down from his stomach and into the base of his shaft. But he knew it would be weak if he let himself become fully erect. At least not yet.
“I've been working on her for a good two months now,” Kat said from behind, a level of playful deviousness in her voice. “Her name's Miranda.”
“Where'd you meet her,” James inquired.
“I staked her out at a coffee shop. Turns out she works downtown, an analyst or something or other.” Kat was a big picture type of person, a salient contrast to her more meticulous brother. Even growing up, teachers would compliment Kat on her broad imagination, while James was held up as a studious and detail-oriented pupil. This dynamic continued throughout their lives with Kat majoring in design, and her younger brother, still in college, majoring in accounting.
But where the siblings differed in work style, they were in perfect alignment when it came to devious hobbies. It was actually James who first discovered this meeting of the minds when he accidentally walked in on his sister watching ravishment porn while she was home one weekend. After the initial embarrassment, that night the two took spoke candidly about their desires. Kat loved the idea of women being in sexually precarious situations—a fetish fueled by an unrealized queen bee syndrome—James, the idea of completely sexually dominating women. Sharing mutual fantasies led to watching mutual fantasies, which led to enacting mutual fantasies—and now Miranda.
“I befriended her pretty quickly.” It was Kat's modus operandi: Identify a target, get in her good graces, penetrate her defenses, and then set up a scenario where the damsel gets penetrated.
After taking in all of the details Miranda's photo, James zoomed out. Light brown hair at shoulder length, subtle features—Miranda was the type of girl who would marry her high school sweetheart while unknowingly cock teasing her male coworkers to full-mast on the day-to-day. James knew as much, and he reveled in the idea of taking her. Best of all, Miranda had a firm, jutting chest, which set off the evolutionary circuitry in James' head. He always wanted to wrap his hands around a rack like that, and he was thrilled to learn that now would be a reality.
“So how are you planning to get her to the warehouse?” James asked, still looking down at the phone.
“Told her it's an art exhibit we're going to,” Kat smiled, leaning her face down past her brother's.
“So smart,” James quipped.
“Yes, and so you don't get too excited when it comes time, let's take a little bit of the edge off.” Kat began running her hand down James' chest, across his stomach, until she reached his quickly growing bulge. Staring at Miranda's picture, James allowed himself to harden to full erection, filling his sister's hand with his manhood. Kat squeezed her brother through his strained jeans. Even after his girlfriends and the women unluckily enough to come across the duo, no woman has been able to get James off as well as big sis can.
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“So how's it feel bein' a dumb little bitch, Mir?” Kat took delight in insulting her victim, whose vocalizations were reduced to 'hurrumph's' behind the white gag. The plan had worked like a charm. Miranda's naivety led her to not question why an art show would be in a dingy abandoned warehouse on the rough side of town. But now there she was, strung up by her arms and on display for the siblings.
“Quite a catch, Kat.” James was pleased with the little bound beauty. “Why don't I get a little bit of a sample?” He approached, causing Miranda to jerk back, wild fear in her eyes. True to her understated style, Miranda wore a teal pullover shirt and khaki shorts. Her captor started running his hands up her shivering body. Starting at her thighs, James slid his palm up over her belt line, slightly pushing up her shirt to reveal a trim tummy. He moved ever further upwards, until he got right to the tight, proud pair of breasts he admired from the earlier photo. Gliding over them, James felt their round circumference. Then without hesitation, he squeezes them, sending shocks of degradation and shame through the poor woman.
“I knew you'd like her tits, James,” Kat said. “But she also has a really nice ass!” The sister emphasized the last word as she gave a hard spank to Miranda's derriere, causing the captive to yell into her gag.
“What's that, honey?” Kat mocked. “I can't hear you, you little bitch!”
James let his hands slide downwards, and he squeezed Miranda's sex through her shorts. The captive tried to squeal, her knees buckling. “I can feel the heat from your lil' snatch. Do you like that?” James hissed.
“I bet you'd like that gag to come off, wouldn't ya?” Kat asked. Miranda nodded her head. “Well, you're in luck, because the next part of your little ordeal is going to require your mouth to be of use.” The gag was loosened and pulled from Miranda's mouth. Before the girl could scream, Kat pulled the ceiling chains, causing the poor captive to slam down on her hands and knees. Giving the girl a few moments to get her composure, Kat yanked Miranda up until she was sitting on her knees on that dirty warehouse floor. With a few twists of the shackles, Miranda's wrists were free—even if she weren't.
Miranda gasped as she heard the clinking sound of a belt. Pure terror crossed her eyes. James was walking towards her. She could see the growing bulge in his pants. Unable to stand it any longer, James had let himself become hard. Miranda was going to have to start blowing him at full mast.
“Well, get to sucking, girl!” Kat screamed, grabbing Miranda's hair and forcing her head forward. James was bigger than average, his tool standing straight out from the open fly of his pants. Kat pushed Miranda's head down toward James' throbbing member. The captive had no choice. She couldn't even push back if she wanted—Kat's hand was too forceful. The girl's lips engulfed the man's cock head. James let out a guttural moan, feeling the wetness of their damsel's dainty mouth coat his shaft.
Further and further, James slid himself into Miranda and begun humping her mouth. Kat smiled and began forcing the captive's head in rhythm to enhance the friction. “You like that, don't you, lil' slut?” Kat screamed in Miranda's ear.
"Mhhmmmmmmm!"
“You're so pathetic. I bet this is your first blow job.” Kat laughed. “You're the type who thinks giving a man head is unbecoming of a proper lady.”
Miranda's forced oral sex went on for five minutes. She was simply too hot, her nascent BJ skills surprisingly good. James knew he would climax he the pace continued. “Why don't we get Miss Miranda a little more comfortable” he said, looking back at his sister.
“How about a breather, slut?” With a quick snap of the hair, Kat pulled Miranda off of James' cock.
Miranda cried out, “Why are you doing this to me?!”
“Shut up, bitch, and know your place!” Kat retorted. Miranda didn't dare try to stand up and run from the two who had brought her to this place. Kat pulled a long, silver knife from a bag just behind the captive. Looking at its glimmering blade, Miranda screamed. “Don't worry,” Kat hissed, “This isn't to stab you with … unless you don't sit still.” Kat reached down with a free hand, grabbing a fistful of Miranda's shirt.
“Wha...what are you doing?” Miranda sniffled. Kat didn't respond and instead pulled the girl's shirt out enough to slide the knife blade underneath the collar. With an upward stroke, it tore through the top, severing the band holding the collar together. Slipping the knife in her back pocket to keep out of reach if Miranda decides to take some agency, Kat grabbed each side of Miranda's shirt and pulled, tearing it down off her shoulders. The captive yelped in humiliation as she was put on display. Her firm tits packed and filled out a plain white underwire bra. With a gasp, Miranda looked down at her exposure, as if she had never before seen her own body. Her face was flushed with shame.
Kat took notice of their prey's pedestrian taste in lingerie. “Looks like somebody has seen the softer side of Sears.” Grabbing Miranda's hair again, Kat forced Miranda's head forward again toward James' waiting cock. “Now get back to sucking! It's what you're best at, apparently.”
Miranda took James in her mouth once again. Her unceremonious de-shirting made her even more passive, more ashamed of her own situation. She sucked slowly but deliberately.
“Alright, now for some real fun,” Kat said, getting on her knees behind Miranda. Her hands started to reach around the captive's waist.
Miranda's eyes became wide upon seeing the sister's hands reaching around. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” her muffled cries only serving to further stimulate James' throbbing cock. With a pop, Kat undid the top of Miranda's shorts. A quick pull brought down the fly. “You honestly didn't think you'd get out of this without your lil' mound getting defiled, did you?” Kat whispered into Miranda's ear. “You just keep sucking my brother and I'll handle you like only a woman knows how.”
Kat hooked her hands into Miranda's shorts and pulled them down to the floor. “Aww, you're a girl who matches her panties to her bra.” Kat was quite pleased at seeing Miranda's white briefs. After taking in their damsel's quite modest taste in matching undies, Kat ripped them down.
“Hmmm! Hmmm!”
“Don't you worry. Just keep blowing my brother.” Miranda heard Kat ruffling through the bag and then, the sound of a pump bottle. “We're gonna lube this up nice and slick for you, Mir.” Kat teased, reaching back around. Miranda's body shook upon seeing what was in Kat's hand: a big, purple dildo.
“MMMMM!!! MMMMM!!!”
“What's that? No?” Kat laughed. “Well your choices are either you get to take Big Purp here or I have my brother put his in you. And only one of those choices has a 100% guaranteed of not getting you pregnant.” Miranda understood and relented. “Good choice.”
Kat put an arm around the young women's stomach to hold her still and pushed the purple dildo up between Miranda's legs to help split them apart. “Quit trying to. Hold. Your. Legs. Closed.” Kat admonished with annoyance. Miranda reluctantly relaxed and the dildo started to penetrate her. The lube helped get the piece into her dry snatch. Once the head parted the lips, Kat started pushing it the remainder of the way in. It was all too much. The poor girl was being fucked by a big purple dildo in a dilapidated warehouse on the “bad side of town.” How did it all come to this? How could she have been so stupid?!
Miranda couldn't take it any more. She let go of James' cock and screamed out as the big purple dong was driven further and further up in. James took that as a perfect opportunity to fully expose her tits. He yanked her white bra straps down off her shoulders and then pulled her cups down, causing her sizable but pert tits to jump out. “Looks like somebody's hard,” he snarled. James new quite well it was probably more of a function of the warehouse's cool air than Miranda being turned on, but he still found it erotic to humiliate her in such a way, to make her think she's turned on by the ordeal with her pink, hard nipples.
“Please stop!!!” Miranda cried out.
“What do you think, James” Kat asked. “Do you think we should stop.”
“I haven't cum yet.” James grabbed the back of Miranda's head and plunged his dick back into her mouth.
“You heard the man. Now get to work on him and I'll get to work on you!” Gripping the base of the dildo, Kat began thrusting it up and down. Each stroke became easier as the captive's silly little twat further opened, accepting the rubber cock with more and more hunger. “See, I think your pussy likes it.” Kat whispered in Miranda's bobbing ear. The sister noted that the young woman had a cute little pubic patch that matched the hair on her head. How wholesome? she thought to herself.
“Oh, your pussy and mouth just love being fucked, don't they, Mir?”
“Mhmmm!”
“She can't talk, sis. She's too busy getting me off with her lil' mouth hole!” Always the less vocal one, James could still dish out the degrading insults.
Miranda's entire body shook with a rubber dick being rammed in and out of her by one assailant as she blew another assailant. James could feel cum starting to pool in the base of his shaft. He'd soon be dumping a large, salty batter down her throat. Kat saw her brother was edging and ramped up the pace of her thrusts in response.
James began to moan out. “Down the hatch!” His cock sputtered and shook, blowing a steamy load into Miranda's mouth. Its size was the consequence of going two weeks without masturbating. Streams shot out for at least twenty seconds, assuring a mouthful. James held Miranda's head, his still hard dick in her mouth. He wanted to make sure she swallowed, which she did in the most pathetic of ways.
“Now it's time for me to finish her off.” This was always the part when something in Kat snapped. Once her brother's cock was free and spent she grabbed Miranda and threw her on the floor. Tossing the to her brother the knife that had been in her back pocket in case something went wrong, Kat pinned Miranda. In and out, the purple dildo was now thrusting harder than before. Kat savored every push and pull.
Miranda yelped, her back arching up from the dirty floor as she was violated by the woman she thought her friend. “That's right, Mir. Take it like a woman!” Kat reveled in playing the dominant queen bee. She may not have had a cock herself, but she certainly knew how to use one. And she got a thrill out of fucking a woman none like any of her boyfriends had given her. With a free hand, Kat spread Miranda's lips and lightly flicked her finger of the young woman's cute, little clit.
“Ahhhhh!” Miranda screamed out.
“That's alright. Yell all you want. Nobody but us can hear you.” Content with teasing Miranda's clit, Kat flipped her prey over and pulled her up by the hair. Straddling the captive, Kat reached underneath and pounded the dildo even harder into the poor girl, making her shriek out in humiliated degradation—a performance that lasted another twenty minutes.
After Kat was satisfied, the siblings stood Miranda up and forced the gag back into her mouth. “We're going to drop you off in the middle of the commercial district,” Kat said. “James, blindfold her please. And we can at least pull her panties back on, make her somewhat decent.” She reached into the bag, grabbing a black magic marker. “I need to put some instructions on our newly christened slut.”
The writing across Miranda's stomach was clear: “Please Dildo Me, Sir.” Kat smacked her lips in self-satisfaction of the handywork.
