Brother’s Bondage Pet Part 2

Mathew looked at the timer. 3 more minutes. He looked away from the timer to Alyssa’s drenched pussy. In another 3 more minutes, her pussy would have lasted an hour without coming. What amazed Mathew even more was her resilience to such uncomfortable posture. Her legs were bent so her ankles touched her ass, her knees were pulled to the edge and tied to the armrest of the chair she was on, and her hands behind the backrest. Mathew insisted on a more comfortable posture but Alyssa wanted to be as close as what she wrote.

“Two more minutes.” he read from the timer.

Alyssa moaned. She shifted her hips constantly, trying her best not to come, because if she did, and according to the plot line she had wrote, her pussy would be caned 10 times. And Mathew was looking forward to that.

Mathew walked towards the bound girl and took up a pink rectangular plastic box with a wire attached to it while the other end attached to an egg vibrator inside her pussy. “I think we should turn things up.” he smirked. Following her plot line, Mathew turned the dial with a small arrow pointing ‘low’ to pointing ‘medium’. The effect was obvious as Alyssa jerked, wanting to close her thighs and in effect, delaying her impending climax. But none of her effort would ease the ache as the restrains kept her open and exposed.

“A minute and a half more.” Mathew whispered.

Alyssa groaned. She was already at the edge. Anything as little as a breeze could tip her to orgasm right now. Her pussy twitched in desperation for release, a release Alyssa was fighting to prevent.

“Look at that pussy, so red, so desperate. Maybe it needs a little encouragement.”

Mathew pressed his both thumbs onto Alyssa’s opening and spread them. Clear pussy juice rolled along the crevice and before it could drop wastefully to the chair, Mathew stuck his tongue out and licked the juice. His warm moist tongue caressed the petals of her sex. Alyssa pushed back against the seat. A low groan escaped her throat.

“There, there. You can come, Alyssa. You can come now. That’s what you want, right?” Mathew teased before giving her pussy another long hard lap of encouragement. Her body tensed and her eyes rolled back. That was it. She was already tipping. She would lose at any moment. And Mathew knew that too. And with minute and a few seconds more to spare, he pulled out his hard cock.

“Maybe you need this instead.”

One hard pull on the wire, the egg vibrator was removed from her. In a blink of an eye, he drove his cock right into the moist opening as roughly as he could.

“Come for me, Alyssa…be a naughty girl.” he huffed, rocking his hips hard.

Her pussy twitched at the penetration, squeezing tightly around her invader. And then, a loud inhuman groan rumbled out of her smooth delectable throat. She shuddered and arched her back. Then the inevitable hit. She came. Crystal clear fluid was gushed out of her very teased hole, against the thrusting of his massive cock. The juice was flung all over the carpet floor.

But that wasn’t the end. No. At least not for Mathew. He barely even warmed up. His hips relentlessly pounded her round ass, his cock mercilessly penetrated those battered petals, juicing her pussy for more nectar. Alyssa pleaded him to stop, to let her rest, but she knew better that he wouldn’t stop. Because in her plot line, neither did Coach Vincent.

‘Coach Vincent mercilessly fucked his captive. Her pussy was brutally penetrated by his large phallus. The girl wailed for help but her wails could never be heard. Not in this basement, deep down from the moral driven society above. She was entirely at his mercy and mercy was not shown often. And it was clearly not shown now. His dreadful thrust pummeled her pussy with a vengeance. Every hard thrust brought her closer to another orgasmic release. She turned her mind away from the inevitable. Part of her self-defense in preventing herself from submitting to his demand. But the coach didn’t give her much choice when he placed the vibrator he had drawn out from her pussy moments ago onto her clitoris.”

“Come for me again.” Mathew said, pressing the vibrator to Alyssa’s clit. She screamed through the muffle as soon as the vibrator touched her nub. There wasn’t much choice. Mathew wasn’t going to let her clit go. And so she relented, defeated, submitted to his demands and came for the second time.

However, Mathew still wasn’t stopping. He continued his assault to her pussy, ramming it in and pulling it out repeatedly. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying the moment her pussy clenched his cock when orgasm, enjoying her distress as he continued to make her come. And not long after, she hit her third orgasm. The point where Mathew beginning to feel his impending release. His pace hastened. His thrust strengthened.

Finally, Mathew came deep and hard inside his sister unprotected womb again for the seventh time since yesterday. The warmth triggered Alyssa’s orgasm and she came for the last time before blacking out. The last she heard was three words, “I love you.” and she smiled.

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“Honey, we’re home.” Judith, the siblings’ mother, hailed.

“Hi, mum. Hi, dad. You are early.” Mathew said nervously as he walked down the stairs.

“Yeah. The ceremony ended quicker than anticipated. Where’s your sister?”

“In her room.” he answered almost too hastily that he wanted to slap himself.

“Did something happen?” Judith asked.

“Well, nothing. Just surprise to see you back so soon. Where’s dad?”

“Oh, he’s outside, chatting with our new neighbors. They are like us, married family with an older daughter and a younger son.”

“Great.” he walked to the living room and sat on the sofa.

“Hmm…why is it wet, here? I hope it’s not a leak.” her mother rubbed the sole of her foot onto the spot where Alyssa’s came.

“I spilled some water just now.” Mathew lied.

“Hi, mum.” Both Mathew and Judith turned to Alyssa, who was walking down.

“Holy smoke, did you have a fever. Your face is red.” The mother walked to Alyssa and touched her forehead.

“It’s just the summer heat. I’m fine.” she lied. Mathew gave a look at her and she too gave a look at him. They weren’t found out. That was worth celebrating.

“Well, I’ll cook something light tonight. I read in the internet that too much meat might make you heat up like a Roman candle.” Judith said. “Or too much sex.”

“EWW…Mum!” Both of them said in unison. A reply they always give their parents when they talked something inappropriate. It would be a dead give away if they didn’t reply as needed.

“Sex is fun, kids. But only when things are serious, okay. Speaking of sex, your dad and I…”

“Sorry mum, we’ll go upstairs now.” both of them left the leaving room to the upper floor.

When both of them entered Alyssa’s room, they turned to each other and laughed. They weren’t found out. Fuck! They were doing it in the living room. If their mum came back an hour earlier, she would have Alyssa’s juice sprayed all over her face.

“We are so not going to do that anymore.” Alyssa said. Mathew simply smirked.

“It’s not up to you. It’s up to Coach Vincent.”

Tune in for part 3

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About robsam1991

Even though my stories depicts rapes and violence on women(mostly), i never once condone the action. Not even the slightest. In fact, i despise men who rape women. I never agreed on that women who wear provocative clothing were to be blame on for the rape; though they should take precautions when necessary to avoid risk. As a man, i think it's our responsibility to control ourselves and never let our urge out on innocent people. If you feel like raping someone, then treat a girl nicely so that she would opt for a role play where you can play out a 'rape' on her satisfyingly. Please use safe word.
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