Keri - Part One

       I am not sure when it all started.  I suppose it started as games that kids play.  I can remember at the age of 12 or 13 playing Cowboys and Indians, or Pirates, or Gangsters or other such games.  My friends and I would make up such games and play with earnest.  We would choose up sides and wage “war” on each other, capture members of the other side, tie the captive up and pretend to torture them until the game was over.  When I was about 13, my sister Keri, who was 11, wanted to play.  She was a real cutie, but this was a boy’s game and we weren’t sure we wanted her to get in the way.

       She kept begging us to be allowed to play.  Well, I finally gave in.  As the games progressed, it seemed that she was always the captive.  She was captured by pirates, Indians, outlaw cowboys, or gangsters.  She would end up with her hands tied behind her back and was “tortured” until she was rescued or the game ended.

       It seemed that she spent a great deal of time in a bound condition.  Tortures were in the form of mild spankings and Keri being bound in various and strenuous positions.  She seemed to enjoy the action and was a willing “captive”.  As time went on, and our games advanced, the bondage became more varied and strenuous, and the tortures became more painful.  Keri would find herself tied, gagged, and mildly whipped or spanked.  Keri never hesitated to be a captive.

       As Keri grew older, her body began to blossom.  Her black hair, blue eyes, and creamy skin looked great.  In a bathing suit it was readily apparent that she had a nice pair of breasts, a tight ass and a great pair of legs.  My friends were beginning to notice that Keri was a beautiful girl.  It was all I could do to keep them in line.  The fact that she loved wearing “short” shorts and mini skirts made her all that more appealing.  I have to admit that there were many times when I looked at her, and especially when we were playing “captive” games, I was more than a little aroused, and spent a great deal of time trying to hide an erect cock.

       One day when Keri was 14, she was reading a book in which the heroine was captured by gangsters, and was tortured to reveal information on a rival gang.  The bad guys undressed their beautiful captive, bound her and whipped her body.  Other tortures were used as well as sexual abuse, including rape.  I am not sure where she found this adult pocket book, but she brought it to me, her pretty blue eyes wide with questions.  I read the book that afternoon.  It was very exciting, and a turn on.  After reading the book, I gave the book back to Keri. 

       “Is that what happens to girl captives, in real life”, she asked?

       “Well…, yes…, that is true”, I stuttered.

       “Wow”, was all she said.

       Keri thought for a minute, and continued, “So if we were to really play our games for real, then that is what would happen to me.”

       I swallowed hard, “Well, I suppose so.”

       She looked at me with a serious face, “In the book, it seems that the men who were kidnapping her were really “turned on” with what they did to her.  They liked torturing her, and making her do sexual things.  Would you find that to be a “turn on” for you?”

       Now what do I do.  There were many times, especially after her sweet little body began to mature, that I would have loved to take her capture and “torture” to a higher level.  But, she was my sister, and I had heard all the sermons about incest, so I did not.  I have to admit when I placed her in bondage during our “games”, there were many times that I had an erection that was formidable.

       I looked at Keri, trying to give a politically correct answer.

       “Well, yes, I suppose I was turned on.  You’re my sister and I have always been told  that I should not have those feelings.”

       “Would you like to do what those gangsters did to her?  Would you like for me to be your prisoner to tie up and abuse with sex”, she asked?

       Now, I did not know what to say.  I thought for a minute or two, and then replied.

       “Look, you’re my sister.  I love you and I love our games.  I do not want to do anything that would stop us from having the fun games we play.”  I hoped that answer would defuse the situation.

       “In the book, it seems that the captive was turned on by what happened to her.  It was like she couldn’t help it.  When they raped her, or did other things to her, she could not help but get turned on, too.  Is that true?  Would I get turned on if you did that to me”, she asked.

       It seemed I could sense that her breath had quickened and there was a flush to her cheeks as she asked her questions.  Now I was really on the spot.  So I tried to be a diplomatic as possible.

       “Yeah, I heard that is true.  Even though the torture and sexual abuse is painful, very often the captive is aroused by what is happening to her.’

       We sat there in silence, her pretty blue eyes told me she was pondering what she had just heard.  She acted like she wanted to ask another question, but fell silent.

       Keri pick up her book, and replied, “Thanks”.  She left to go to her room, and read some more of the book.  I was glad for her to leave me a lone, because my rigid cock was aching to be released from my trousers.  The problem was that we had talked about playing another “game” the next morning.  Jerry and Damon, my two best friends were to come over and we were going to be gangsters and kidnap Keri.  I did not know what to do.  Keri had opened a big can of worms, literally.  I spent a restless night, thinking about the conversation I had with her, and how much I would love to take our “capture” game to a higher, sexual, level.

       Early the next morning, my hard working parents were off to work as usual.  It was summer, and we were out of school.  I was down stairs eating breakfast when Keri came down.  She was wearing her bikini bathing suit.  It was a delightful bit of nothing.  My father had complained that it showed too much of her body, but my mother prevailed after Keri said that all the girls were wearing suits like that.  I have to admit that it showed her off to a wonderful advantage.  It was not a thong, but it sure came close.  There was no doubt about how her sweet luscious body had blossomed.

       “Good morning”, I greeted, and then asked, “You’re going to spend the morning around the pool?”

       “Yeah, I thought I would”, she replied.

       “Well, be careful, some gangsters might kidnap you and hold you for ransom.  They might even do unspeakable things to you!”

       “You’ve got to catch me first”, she grinned.

       My cock leaped in my pants.  It was all I could do to swallow my bite of toast.  After breakfast, I called Jerry and Damon and told them our game was off, and we would do it later.  I had a plan that did not include them.  Reluctantly, they agreed to the postponement.  As I hung up the phone, I looked out at the pool and saw that Keri was already on a deck lounge, sunning herself.  She was lying on her stomach and had unhooked her bikini top so there would be no tan line on her back.  Her bikini top was lying loose under her body.  You could see the sides of her breasts as they were pressed against the lounge cushion.  Her bikini bottom was tucked nearly into the sweet crevice of her beautiful ass.  Her arms were down at her sides.  I could not resist.

       Quickly, I ran up stairs, changed into my swim trunks and retrieved several strands of rope from my athletic bag.  I kept the rope hidden there for our “captive“ games.  As I passed my dresser, I picked out some handkerchiefs.  In the past I had used these pieces of cotton material to gag Keri when she was a “prisoner“.  I eased out the back door and with as much stealth as I possessed, I quietly sneaked up behind Keri.  In a second I was on her, grabbing her wrists and jerking them behind her.  Quickly, I tightly bound her wrists together behind her back.  As she struggled, I used a second piece of rope to tightly bind her elbows.  She was supple, so it was possible to bind her arms to make her elbows touch in the small of her back.  Now she was helpless.  My cock was raging.

       “Jack, my top is loose.  It laying under me!  Turn me loose so I can put my top on.  Then I will surrender to you”, she exclaimed!

       “No way, prisoner.  In real life you would not be able to do it.  You are my captive and this is for real.  You have just been kidnapped.  You’ll just have to stay like you are!”

       Keri opened her mouth to protest.  As she did so, I stuff a wadded up handkerchief into her sweet lips, effectively gagging her.  A second handkerchief was quickly and tightly wrapped around her head and tied off to hold the gag wadding in her mouth.  Now she was bound and silenced.

       I got off Keri and looked down at my handy work.  With pleading, yet excited eyes, Keri looked over her shoulder at me.  Her eyes went down to my swim trunks where the bulge from my cock was obvious.  I leaned down and grasped her strained shoulders, and turned her over onto her back.  I stopped breathing for a moment.  I was amazed at her breasts.  They were substantial, and magnificent.  With her elbows tied behind her back, they seemed to be enlarged, pushing off her chest.  They were rising and falling with her agitated breathing.  Keri was magnificent.

       “Let’s go in the house, prisoner.  You’ve been kidnapped, and I am going to torture you until you are ransomed!”

       I pulled her to her feet.  Picking up her abandoned bikini top, I forced her toward the house.  As she walked I watched her breasts jiggle.  She was amazing.  My cock was threatening to explode.  Keri kept looking at me, but at no time did she try to struggle or get away from me.  The look in her eyes was one of arousal.  As we walked, with me tightly holding her forearm, she would look down at my swim trunks, and the obvious bulge there.

       Once we were in the house, I escorted her into the family room.  I stood her in front of the couch, while I stood behind her.  I could not resist.  I pulled her back into my chest and ran my arms around her, with my hands grasping her breasts.  They felt as good as they looked.  Her nipples were rigid and the texture of her creamy breasts was of the finest silk.  I could feel my cock pushing against her ass and bound hands.  She did not try to move her hands, in fact, she feebly rubbed her hands against my cock, as well as she could with her wrists and arms bound the was they were.  She did not try to struggle or get way from my ministrations. 

       I moved my hands down from her breasts, down her smooth belly to her bikini covered pussy.  It was hot, and her bikini bottom was moist.  The fragile bit a material was held by thin straps, tied in bows at her delicious hips.

       “Prisoner, you have too many clothes on”, I announced.

       I grasped the ties to her bikini bottom, and pulled on them, untying the knots.  The bikini bottom fell to the carpet, leaving Kerri a totally naked and bound prisoner.  As I touched her pussy lips, she sighed deeply behind her gag, and leaned back against me.  Her breathing quickened.  I turned her around to face me.  I hugged her tight, pressing her firm breasts against me chest.  I kissed her gagged mouth.  She moaned softly.

       “Prisoner, you have been kidnapped.  You are mine until someone ransoms you.  While we are waiting for that ransom, I am going to torture you.”

       I lead her to the couch, where I sat down.  I pulled her down across my lap to a spanking position.  Keri did not struggle.

       “Slave, I am going to spank you so you will know you are my captive.”

       I started to spank her deliciously tight ass.  My hand prints became obvious as I continued her torture.  Keri squirmed, in doing so she was feeling my rigid cock pushing against her belly.  After she began to whimper and cry through her gag, I stopped the spanking and began rubbing her enflamed ass.  I allowed my hand to slip between her legs and touch her steaming pussy.  She was soaking wet.  I delved into her pussy, exploring this wonderful facility.  Keri began to moan and moved with my movement.  As I increased my manipulations, she started hump against my hand to moan loudly.  Finally, her body stiffened and trembled as she had a climax.  She could not stop. She just kept humping my hand.  Her pretty little bound hands seemed to be reaching out to an invisible lover.

       When she settled down, I picked her up and sat her on the couch beside me.  Now was an opportunity to fully explore her wonderful breasts.  I spent several minutes pinching and twisting her nipples, and in general exploring her magnificent tits.  Keri just laid her head back on the of the couch and closed her eyes, lost in the feeling of having her breasts teased.  I bent leaned down and kissed each nipple.  Gently, I pulled each nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.  Keri became more aroused.  I could hear her heavy breathing and soft moaning from behind her gag.  It was time to move onto other things.  I had an aching cock that needed attention.

       I had watched a particular bondage porno movie, and wanted to try something I had seen on that tape.  I got off the couch, and made Keri move to the center cushion.  Using some more rope, I tightly tied a strand of rope around each of her delicate ankles.  I then made her slide her sweet ass to the edge of the couch.  Using a couch cushion behind her back, she was now in a semi reclining position, with her pussy right at the edge, almost off, the couch.  Using the ankle ropes, I spread her legs, widely, and tied the ropes to the corner legs of the couch.  Now Kerri was fully exposed, with her legs spread and her pussy open and vulnerable.  I could see her bound hands pinned under her ass.  She was totally helpless, watching with interest, already guessing what was going to happen to her.

       When I acquired the rope from my athletic bag, I also retrieved a small whip that I had made.  It was made of leather shoe laces, the kind that you find in your hiking boots.  I had made a whip with thongs about twelve inches long.  I had thought this whip would be good for whipping Keri’s breasts.  Now, I could see other possibilities.  Her hot exposed pussy seemed to be begging for abuse.  I reached down on the floor, where I had dropped the whip, and brought it up to use on Keri.

       I sat next to her, and began stroking her soft inner thighs and pussy lips.  This aroused Keri.  She closed her eyes and was softly moaning behind her gag.  Then unexpectedly, I raise the little whip and brought it down onto her exposed pussy.  Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see what was stinging her most private area.  She watched as I continued to whip here pussy.  After a few stroke she started to struggle.  I stopped, and again started to stroke and massage her cunt.  She relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure.  Again I whipped her pussy.  Keri emotions were rampant.  The pain and pleasure were mixing into one very hot experience.  This continued on for about ten minutes.  Finally, I stopped whipping her pussy.  Her nether lips were swollen and red from the abuse.

       I stood up, and dropping my swim trunks to the floor, I exposed my rampaging cock.  Keri’s eyes went straight to it, and just stared.  She was magnificent.  My beautiful hot sister was magnificent.  She continued to watch as I stroked it.  As I watched, her, she trembled with excitement.

       I dropped to my knees, and leaned forward to kiss her pussy.  It tasted wonderful.  I ran my tongue over it’s swollen silky surface.  Keri was looking down, watching my every move.  She moaned loudly as I placed my mouth to her sweet pussy lips and ran my tongue inside.  She trembled and moaned even louder as my tongue flicked her sensitive clit.  Within a matter of seconds, she was humping my face, cumming with a powerful force.  As she was coming, I again used the short leather whip to abuse her pussy.  It seemed that Keri was taken to an even higher climax with the pain of the whip.

       As she was still moving with her climax, I knelt up and placed my cock against her abused pussy lips.  As I started to push my heated member into her sweet pussy, she opened her eyes with surprise.  She looked down at my cock and her pussy, and realized that for the first time in her life, she was about to be fucked!  I pushed in a couple of times, and then pushed harder when I broke her hymen.  She stiffened, but relaxed as I kept fucking her.

       Keri’s pussy was hot and tight.  I had never felt anything so wonderful.  As I moved my cock in and out of her, it seemed that her pussy was grabbing me, squeezing my cock, trying to hold it in her.  I was in a world of my own making, and it was explosive.  Even in her stringently bound position, Keri tried to meet my thrusts into her cunt.

       I looked at her sweet gagged face as she absorbed the feeling of my cock in her pussy.  She was totally surrendered to what was happening to her.  To add a little pain element to this scene, as I was fucking her, I was also gently slapping her breasts.  They bounced and trembled ever so beautifully. 

       I kept watching her reaction.  The more I slapped her breasts, the more excited she became.  I was entranced.  Her breasts shook and bounced deliciously she I slapped them.   I wanted to cum with her.  This was difficult, as my cock was ready to explode.  In a short time, I could tell she was rapidly approaching her climax, so I just let mine go.  My climax felt so good I thought I could die.  My scalding cum pushed her over the edge, and she had another climax.  We both just kept humping each other.  It seemed to last for an eternity.  Finally, I collapsed on her breasts with my cock buried in her sweet pussy.  I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her bound body tightly as I kissed and sucked her nipples.

       We both stayed connected for the next few minutes.  Finally, I pulled my cock from her, realizing that I was still very aroused, and my cock had not receded!  I decided to take advantage of this.

       I reached down and untied Keri’s ankles, allowing her to close her legs.  She was slow to do so.  It was as if she wanted more of what she had just received.  I took her from the couch, and placed her on her knees on the carpet in front of the couch.  I then seated myself on the couch in front of Keri, with my legs spread on each side of her.  My erect cock was mere inches from her face.  I pulled her to me and kissed her on her gagged mouth.

       “Prisoner, you have been tortured, but it continues.  No one has ransomed you, so you will pay the price”, I asserted.  “I am going to take your gag from you mouth, but you are not to say a word, or you will be severely punished, and the gag goes back in!”

       Keri nodded her head as I leaned forward and untied the handkerchief holding the wadded cloth in Keri’s mouth.  As I removed the gag from her sweet lips, I kissed her sweet mouth and spoke to her again.

       “Not one word.  I order you to kiss the tip of my cock.”

       Keri acted as if she was going to say something, but instead placed a wet French kiss on the tip of my cock, tickling it with her tongue.  Without being told to, she kissed it a second time.

       “Now, Prisoner, take my cock into your mouth and suck it!”

       Keri, leaned forward to my cock, and just before she took it into her sweet mouth, she quietly uttered, “Jack, I love you.”  She then slipped her mouth over my cock.

       She wasn’t very experienced, but she had seen a couple of porno movies and she mimicked what she had seen.  She sucked and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue.  It was is if she liked the taste of it and wanted to lick it all.  It was more than I could stand.  In a very short time I was cumming in her mouth.  Out of instinct she started to swallow all of my issue.  I was lost in a whirlpool of lust.  I could see her, but I was in the ozone.  I continued to hump, fucking her face, her beautiful sweet face.  I had never felt that way in my life.  No girl had turned me on like my own sister.  In a very real sense, I loved her as my lover.

       Finally, I stopped cumming.  Keri kept my cock in her mouth until it receded.  The whole time she was licking and gently sucking on it.  It was one of the most wonderful feelings I had ever experienced.

       Slowly, I let my softening cock slip from her mouth.  I leaned forward and kissed her.  She kissed back, ever so passionately.   I helped her up from the floor, and sat her on the couch beside me.

       With one arm around her, and the other squeezing her breasts, I kissed her again, and told her I loved her.

       “Jack, I love you.  I love you so very much.”

       I asked if she were angry with me for “kidnapping” her.

       “I was surprised, but, I love being your prisoner.  Now, I really love it, now that it is for real”, Keri replied dreamily.

       She continued, “Is this what is going to happen when we play our ‘captive’ games?”

       Smiling, I replied, “Yeah, I think so.  I want to do it for real, and this is the way to do it.”

       I paused for a moment, and asked, “You’re tied really tight..  Do you want me to untie you?”

       Keri smiled.  “Only if you want to.  I know you like this, and you did kidnap me,  so it is up to you.”

       “Well, sweet sister of mine, if that is the way you feel, then I am going to do it all of the time.  You are going to be my permanent prisoner and sex slave.  Even if you refuse, I will tie you up, torture you, and fuck you, anyway.  Every chance I get, you will be my prisoner slave.  You will have no choice.  What do you have to say about that”, I replied?

       “Jack, I love you.”  Keri smiled and gently leaned over and kissed my cock.

Continued…

          

       

       

               

       

Keri - Part two

       I have to admit that my new relationship with my sister Keri was exciting.  I had taken our “captive” games to a new and exciting level.  “Kidnapping” and fucking my sister had to one of most defining moments in my life.  We were now in love with each other, and in love with what we were doing.  I should point out that Keri was on the “pill”.  Our mother had put her on the “pill” shortly after Keri’s thirteenth birthday.

       Keri and I had our own bedrooms, but we shared a common bathroom, which was between both bedrooms.  It was a “walk through” bathroom with each bedroom having a door to the room.  When one of us was using it, we would merely close the door to the other persons bedroom.  This was to change.

       Keri was now my beautiful little naked sex slave.  Every chance we got, she would end up being tied in a way to make her helpless and vulnerable to my sexual advances.  She seemed to live for those moments when she was helpless to me.  I would allow her privacy when she had to use the bathroom, but I ordered the doors open when she bathed or was fixing her hair or makeup.  Further, I made sure she was always naked in the bathroom so I could see her.  It was exciting.

       If our parents were gone, we would shower together.  That would almost always result in hot love making in one of our beds.  I would not allow Keri to be dressed when we were alone.  It seemed that we were completely absorbed with her sexual slavery.  We didn’t even pretend to play the “captive” games.  We were doing it for real.  Keri would be tied, whipped, tormented, and sexually abused as a matter of course.  We looked for any excuse to “play” with each other.  Our parents never figured out what was happening, they just enjoyed the fact that their two children got along so well.  I had to be very careful not to leave any obvious marks on Keri body that might betray our new relationship.

       One afternoon, about a month after I had made Keri my sex slave, a couple of months after her fourteenth birthday, Keri asked me a question.  We had just finished a little session.  I had made her strip, after which I tied her hands behind her back.  It seemed that her elbows were the next logical thing to bind as it forced her breasts out from her chest, exhibiting them very prominently.  She has magnificent breasts that begged to be displayed and touched.  I had made her put on a pair of my mothers high heel shoes, and required her to pose in front of me, in various revealing positions.  The high heel shoes made her nice legs more shapely, and forced her ass to stick out more.  I loved this addition to her nakedness, and she seemed proud of the change.

       After showing herself off to me, I lay down on my bed and made her to straddle me, impaling her pussy on my rampant cock.  I made her ride my cock to a climax as I slapped her breasts.  She had a shuddering climax.  After she came back from the ozone, I ordered her to suck me to a climax.

       I released her wrists and arms and had her lay beside me on my bed.  I had my arm under and around her as she put her head on my shoulder.  Her delicate little hand was stroking my semi-hard cock.  We were basking in the after glow of a wonderful bondage and sex session.

       Keri moved her head up so she could kiss me on the cheek.  I kissed her back and gave her breast a squeeze.

       “Jack, I love what we are doing.  Can we do it forever?”

       Smiling, I replied, “I sure hope so.  I love us, and I love what we are doing.”

       Keri was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What are you telling Jerry and Damon.  They used to play “capture” games with us all the time.  Since you made me your sex slave, we have not seen them.”

       I thought for a moment, “Well, I guess I have been too busy with you, and just us.  They have been asking when we are going to get together again, and when will we play our “capture” games.  I have been stalling them.”

       Keri asked, “Why?  They have got to be wondering what is wrong.”

       Now, I was not sure how to answer her.  But, I tried, “Well, now we are playing “capture” for real.  When you are tied, you are stripped, tortured for real, and raped, and sexually abused.  I love it.  I don’t want to change that.  It would be very difficult for me to play our “capture” games and not do it for real.”

       She was quiet, and I continued, “I had thought, that if we are really going to keep doing this for real, and not just playing around like we used to do, that I could allow them to join in and make it real for them, too.”

       Keri remained quiet, and waited for me to continue.  I was not sure what I wanted to say, but made an attempt to make sense of my thoughts.

       “If you are really my sex slave, then you would have to agree.  Of course, if you did not want to be my sex slave, then we would quit playing our games for “real”, and go back to what we did when we were little kids.”

       Keri squeezed my now erect cock and answered, “Jack, please, I don’t want to quit being your sex slave.  I really love you and what we are doing.  I don’t want to give it up.”

       “Well, what should I do”, I asked?

       Keri paused, “Oh, Jack, I don’t know what to say.  I just don’t have an answer.”

       She remained quiet for a moment, “I don’t know, Jack.  I love you.  I will do what you want me to do.”

       I am sure my cock leaped in her tight grip.  My heart skipped a beat.  I could not believe Keri was telling me to do what ever I wanted to do to her.  I hugged and kissed her.  Rolling her on her back, I climbed above her and slipped my rigid cock into her sweet pussy.  In a matter of a minute or two we both we coming with each other.

       Damon was the only one of my two best friends in town.  Jerry and his parents were in Seattle.  Jerry’s father worked for a company that was transferring him to that city.  Now they were there looking for a new house to buy.  I decided not to include Jerry in our expanded “capture” games with Keri.  I invited Damon to come over the next morning for play the game.  He readily accepted.

       After our parents went to work, I instructed Keri to get “dressed”.  She had a bikini ensemble that was perfect.  The top was very revealing, just covering part of her breasts.  The bottom was just a little more than a thong.  There was a pleated matching mini skirt that matched the bikini.  It could be worn away from the pool area, hiding the wearers nearly exposed buttocks.  I had her wear this outfit, along with a pair of my mothers black patent leather high heels.  She was absolutely stunning.  My cock was ready to leap from my trousers.

       After Keri completed her makeup, I bound her wrists behind her, and again with the elbow ropes.  I loved this tie as it made her breasts even more magnificent.  I kissed her, and placed a gag of wadded handkerchief in her mouth, tightly securing it with another handkerchief which was tied around her face and head.  Keri looked incredible.

       Before Damon arrived, I had Keri parade and pose for me.  I was wondering how Damon would react to the advancement of our “capture” games.  Keri seemed nervous, yet there was an excitement in her eyes that told me she was ready to obey me.

       Damon arrived about fifteen minutes later.  I placed Keri in the closet in the hallway next to the family room.  Damon arrived, and I explained the new rules of the game.

       “Here’s the deal.  First, if you repeat anything about what we are going to do this morning, you will never be allowed to play our games with me and Keri again.  Do you swear to never say anything about this to anyone, ever?”

       Damon looked at me, questioningly.  “Yeah, man, I promise.  This sounds mysterious.”

       “Well”, I replied.  “It is serious.  In the past when we play “capture” or “kidnap” games, we played for pretend.  If we had kidnapped Keri for real, then we would have done anything we wanted to her.  We held back because it was only a game.”

       Damon looked even more confused.  “What does that mean, “for real”.

       I tried to make him understand.  “Hey, man, you’ve read books about what happens to a girl or woman when she is kidnapped or captured.  The gangsters and bad guys do what they want with the woman.  Those guys were not pretending.  That was for real.”

       “Does that mean we are going to kidnap Keri, for real, and really do things to her”, he asked?

       “Yeah, that’s what I mean.  I decided to quit playing games, and do it for real.  Keri has submitted.”

       Damon’s eyes were wide with wonderment.  “Wow!  Man, that’s heavy.”

       “O.K., remember, she is my sister, and I am in control.  I will decide how much and what we do.  O.K.?”

       “Yeah, sure, whatever you say”, he said.  His mouth seemed dry from anticipation, and already I could detect a bulge in his trousers.

       “O.K., have a seat on the couch, and we will get started.  I have already kidnapped Keri, and tied her up.  I will get her, and we will get started.”

       Damon sat down and watched me walk to the hall closet, and open the door.  He was even more amazed when I brought a helplessly bound and fantastically costumed Keri from the closet.  I led her into the family room as Damon watched with amazement and lust written all over his face.

       I slapped Keri’s tight ass and ordered her to pose and parade around for Damon.  She was amazing, and Damon was awestruck.  He could not take his eyes off her.

       “Damon”, I said, “Our captive is a wealthy woman, and I have kidnapped her for ransom.  No one has paid the ransom, so I have decided that we will torture her until the ransom is paid.”

       I untied the strings holding the bikini top on Keri, and the top fell to the floor.  Damon was speechless.  I reached around Keri and grasped her breasts, squeezing and pinching them.

       “Prisoner, since no one has paid your ransom, you will pay the price”, I said.  Keri just moaned behind her gag.

       I reached down and removed the mini skirt.  Turning Keri around and making her face me, I hugged her to me, pressing her breasts against my chest.  I gave her sweet ass several swats, and then removed her bikini bottom, leaving her standing there bound, gagged, and wearing only a pair of high heel shoes.  My handprints were obvious on her ass.  Damon was dumbstruck.

       “Prisoner, go to my friend and let him examine you.”

       I grasped Keri’s bound wrists and pushed her to where Damon was sitting.  Her breasts jiggled as she walked to where Damon was.

       “Prisoner, lean over, and offer your tits to my friend”, I ordered.

       Keri bent over and offered her breasts.  Damon was quick to take them into his hands, kneading them and teasing her nipples.  After a few moments of this, I ordered her to turn about and offer her ass for inspection.  This she did with aplomb.  Damon was quick to seize this opportunity to feel and stroke a magnificent ass.  He even gave her a few substantial slaps on her bottom.  He ran his hands over her thighs and ass.  Finally, I ordered her to face Damon, and spread her legs, exposing her pussy.  Damon grasped her Venus Mons.  He toyed with her nether lips and inserted his finger into her heated passage.  Keri started to moan and move her hips slightly.  I stepped up behind her and pulled her back into my chest, to support her.  I cupped her breasts and played with them as Damon was busy rummaging through her pussy.  Keri was absorbed in what was happening to her.  Her bound hands found my rigid cock and was stroking it as well as she could, considering her stringent bondage.

       After Damon had thoroughly inspected my beautiful sister, I led her and Damon to my parent’s bedroom.  They had a wonderful old four poster bed.  I placed Keri on her knees, with her back against one of the bedposts.  Using several strands of rope, I tied her to the post.  She could not squirm, or wriggle loose.  Next I blindfolded her.  She knelt there, naked and bound to the bedpost while Damon and I undressed.  I picked up the small leather whip I made to use on Keri’s breasts.  Now was an opportune time.

       “Prisoner”, I said with authority, “No one has ransomed you, so you will now pay the price.”

       I removed the gag from her pretty mouth, and allowed her to breath fresh air through her mouth.  She did so with relish.

       “Prisoner, there is a dick in front of you face.  You are to kiss it, and tell me if it is mine, or Damon’s.  If you are wrong, you will receive five strokes of the whip across each tit, for a total of ten lashes.”

       I stepped up and put my cock to her lips.  Keri kissed it, and tickled the tip with her pretty pink tongue.  I then had Damon step up and do the same.  Keri treated his cock in the same manner.  Damon closed his eyes.  He was caught up in the moment. At least he did not moan, giving Keri a clue whose cock she was kissing.

       “Now, prisoner, whose cock was first and whose cock was second?  Was it the same cock, or were they different cocks?”

       Keri paused for a moment or two, the almost whispering, replied.  “Sir, the first one was Damon’s.  In fact I think both kisses were on Damon’s cock.”

       “Cunt, you are wrong on both counts.  The first was my cock.  For that mistake, since it was two questions, you will receive ten strokes on each tit.”  Keri bit her lip and trembled slightly.

       I picked up the whip, and brought it down sharply on her right breast, followed by a similar lash on her left breast.  Keri tried to struggle, but she was too well tied.  After five lashes on each breast, she was beginning to moan and attempt to avoid the lash.

       The next ten lashes were delivered by Damon.  He loved this torturing her for “real”.  His cock was rampant.  He was in a fantasy world that was beyond his wildest imaginations.

       “Prisoner”, I said.  “Now you will take each cock into your mouth.  Again, tell me whose cock you are sucking.  Fail, and you will pay the penalty.”

        I had Damon put his cock in Keri’s mouth.  I allowed her to suck it for about 20 seconds.  Then quietly I stepped up and put my cock in her mouth.  She sucked it vigorously for about 20 seconds.  When asked, she said she thought the first was mine, and second cock was Damon’s.  Wrong again!

       Again her breasts suffered another ten lashes each.  By the end of the last lash, she was gently sobbing.  I let her regain her composure, and pressed on.

       “Prisoner, you have failed miserably.  In order to help you out, you will have a cock placed in your mouth.  You will suck it and make that cock cum in your mouth.  Based on that, you will tell me whose cock you have just sucked.”

       “Yessir”, was Keri’s whispered reply.

       I had Damon put his cock in her mouth.  I was sure he had never been sucked off, and today was the day he lost that virginity!  Damon was in heaven.  Keri was working on his cock, while Damon was practically fucking her face.  In just a matter of a minute he was cumming.  He climax was so great that Keri could not swallow all of his issue.  A small amount trickled from the corner of her mouth.  A couple of drips of glistening cum dropped on her delightful breast.

       “Now, prisoner, who cock as that?”

       “Sir, I think it was Damon’s cock.”

       “Well, very good, prisoner.  Just for that, I will reward you with a good fucking.  Would you like that”, I asked.

       “Yessir, I would like that.  Thank you”, Keri replied.

       I untied her from the bedpost, an escorted her to my bedroom.  I put her in the middle of my bed, with her arms still bound and pinned under her.  Leaving the blindfold in place, I got on the bed and entered her sweet pussy.  She was hot.  He pussy was a scalding caldron of female juices.  She was a delight to fuck.  Damon stood on the side and voiced encouragements.

       “Hey, man, fuck that beautiful sister.  Man, she’s hot.”

       I noticed that his cock was rigid and ready to go again.  After I finished fucking Keri, I let Damon get on her, and fuck her with his rampant cock.  Keri was humping Damon as he ravished her.  She kept experiencing one climax after another.  Finally, Damon had a massive cum, and collapsed on Keri.  It took both of them a while to come back from the ozone.

       After we had rested, we returned to the family room and sat on the couch.  Keri was ordered to get on her knees, and use her newly released hands to stroke each of her tormentors to another erection, suck each cock, the use her hand to jack each cock to a climax.  This she did.  She seemed to love what we did to her, and loved playing with each cock.

       It was time for Damon to go.  He kept hugging and kissing Keri.  It seemed that he could not get enough of her.  He promised to return soon and play more “games”.

       After Damon left, I had Keri sit next to me on the couch.  As usual, I had my arm around her, stroking her breasts, while she was stroking my relaxed cock.  We talked about what had just happened.  She told me she had enjoyed the afternoon, even though she was very apprehensive at first.

       “Sis, do you still want to be my sex slave and naked prisoner”, I asked?

       “Jack, my big brother, I really love you.  I love what you do to me, and let me do to you.  I want to be your sex slave, and your prisoner.  I don’t want that to ever stop.  I will do what you want me to do.”

       I hugged Keri, and kissed her for the longest time.  Yes, I was in love with my sister.  No other woman could ever make me feel like this.  I was not sure what the future held for us, but I wanted Keri in my future, as my lover and “prisoner”.

Continued…        

        

Keri - Part Three

       Keri and I continued to expand our sexual activity, and we continued to play “captive” games with Damon.  I chose not to include Jerry as he would be moving to Seattle very soon, and I was not sure he could kept our activities secret.

       Being young, horny and virtually in love with my beautiful sister, I found that every time I saw her or got close to her, my cock would rear its lusty head.  I was turned on, constantly.  Keri must have felt the same way, as she was always ready for what ever I wanted to do.  I really loved Keri, and I especially loved the Bondage “captive/kidnap” games we played.  When we were alone, however, it was not a game.  It was becoming a way of life.  It seemed natural that Keri would be restrained and helpless, being subjected to some type of sexual torment and sexual abuse.

       On one occasion, some time after letting Damon become part of our “real” captive activities, I expanded his roll.  Keri was about to turn 16, and I wanted to expand her sexual slavery.  By now I had read several adult novels on the subject, including “The Story of O”.  I realized that there was a whole world of people who were into this type of activity.  I required Keri to read these books, and I even gave her written tests, requiring her to give her answers orally.

       She was required to strip, get on her knees, and while stroking my exposed cock, she was to tell me, in great and graphic detail, the contents of the book.  She would describe in graphic detail, to her big brother, about how the heroine was imprisoned and the vary sex acts she was subjected to by her captors, how she was restrained, and how she was tortured.  Keri would then be asked how she reacted to what she had read.  She worked hard at being specific.  She knew it was a turn on for me, and for her.  After reciting the details of the book, she would be spanked for any mistakes she made, and then was soundly fucked as a finale.  I am convinced that book clubs would experience a surge in their attendance if they required book reading like I did of Keri.

       On several occasions, I would restrain Keri in the same manner as the heroine in the adult book, torture and use her sexually in the same way as described in the book.  This required Keri to expound on what happened in the book, and then submit to whatever happened to the heroine.

       On one occasion, I let Damon have Keri alone, all by himself, or so it would seem.  I included Damon in our “kidnap” games, sometimes as often as once a week.  During the “games”, Damon was allowed to bind, torment, and fuck Keri as much as he wanted.  His cock was no stranger to her mouth.  Damon even wanted to date Keri, I but I did not want that.  Keri was my lover, and my sex slave, and I wanted it that way.  Keri wanted the same thing.  She was a willing participant in our “kidnap” games, but she wanted to be my lover, exclusively. 

       On this occasion, Damon’s parents were gone overnight, leaving him home alone.  I told Keri to dress in a mini skirt and blouse, with no underwear.  By now she had been purchased a couple of pair of high heel shoes to wear for dress wear.  She was instructed to put on a black pair of these high heel shoes, which better exhibited her great tanned legs.  I then gave her a small athletic bag which contained a some of my collection of bondage equipment.  Her next order was to walk across the street to Damon’s house, and surrender to him., and submit to what ever he wanted to do to her.  She was apprehensive.  I kissed and fondled her for a few minutes, and told her that she did not have to do this, but as my sex slave I expected her to do what I told her.  She agreed to my request, and picked up the athletic bag, and headed across to Damon’s house.  After Keri was inside Damon’s house, by arrangement, I sneaked in his back door.  I wanted to secretly watch Keri as Damon put her through her paces.  I wanted to see how she handled being a bound sex slave, alone, with someone other than me.

       Damon was like a kid in a candy store.  He was excited and seemed to want to do everything at once.  Once he had Keri inside his house, he ordered her to undress, which she did.  He made her keep her high heel shoes on.  She was stunning.

       Next, using a long length of rope, he quickly tied her hands in front of her.  He then looped the rope through and “eye” bolt in the ceiling.  This “eye” bolt normally supported a hanging pot and plants.  He pulled on the rope, forcing Keri’s hands above her head, stretching her towards the ceiling.  He tied the rope off, forcing Keri to remain in this stretched position.  Improvising, using a old broom stick, he tied Keri’s ankles to the ends of the stick, spreading her magnificent legs.  She was a picture of helpless beauty.  Her legs, breasts, and especially her ass are displayed to advantage.  Her smooth belly was stretched tight, with her sweet pussy on display. 

       “Prisoner, open your mouth”, was Damon’s next order. 

       Keri saw the he had gagging material.  She issued an helpless sigh, and opened her mouth.  Quickly, Damon stuffed a wadded handkerchief in her mouth, securing it tightly with one of his mother’s black silken scarves.  This just made Keri look even more helpless, vulnerable, and beautiful.  As I watched, my cock was rampant.  I removed my pants to ease the painful pressure on my dick.  I gently stroked myself as I watched Damon work on Keri.

       Once she was secured and gagged, Damon undressed.  His cock stuck straight from his body.  There was a glistening drip of “pre-cum” on the tip as it throbbed with his heart beat.  He moved to Keri, hugging her and pulling her into his body.  He pressed his stiff cock against her stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum moisture there.  It seemed that he was attempting to fondle all of her at once.  He hands were everywhere.  He was kissing her gagged face, and touching her stretched body, every where.  Keri had closed her eyes, and was moaning, softly.

       Damon, slipped his cock into Keri.  She moaned loudly at this phallic invasion. Damon started to fuck her with abandon.  It was if he was out of control and could not wait to put is cock in her pussy.  As he fucked her, he was spanking her ass.  Needless to say, in just a minute or two, he was cumming.  Even though Keri was ready to cum, Damon came too quick and she was not able to get there.  Needless to say, she was turned on, with no relief.

       After coming down from his climax, he pulled his cock from her steaming pussy.  Her eyes had a look of desperation as she wanted to have a cum too.  She watched Damon, to see what he was doing to do.  He cock was beginning to flag, just a little as he walked over to my athletic bag to retrieve a whip.  In the last year or so, I was able to secure a professionally made whip that would sting and hurt, without leaving a lot of damage.  It was ideal to use on Keri.   She could feel the whip, yet not be significantly marked up.

       Damon brought the whip back to Keri, and walked around her, touching her body as he gently stroked her with the whip.  Then he stood behind her, and with a determined look, he raised the whip and brought it down sharply on her magnificent ass.  Keri jumped as much as she could given her stringent bondage, but before she could recover, he struck her again.  She yelped from behind her gag as he struck again.  Damon was in his stride.  He lashed her ass at least 30 more strokes before he stopped.  Keri was moaning, with tears running down her sweet face.

       Damon then walked around her, using the whip to randomly lash her breasts, pussy, and thighs.  Keri never really knew where he would strike next.  He loved watching her breasts quiver when they were struck.  Her pussy seemed to be a favorite target, also.  The fact that she was aroused, had been denied a cum, and was being whipped, only aroused her more.  Damon’s cock was rigid again.  My cock was aching as I watched my pretty little sister being tortured and fucked.

       Damon laid the whip down, and released Keri’s bondage on her wrists.  This was only temporary as he quickly bound her wrists behind her back.  Only then did he release her ankle bondage.  He ordered Keri to her knees.  After walking around her like a slave owner, he produce a black sleep mask from my athletic bag.  Keri was effectively blindfolded.  Damon then removed her gag, and gave her a drink of water.

       “Prisoner, you are ordered to open you mouth, and keep it open.  Do you hear me?”

       Keri replied, meekly, “Yessir, I understand.”

       “No matter what happens, you are not to close your mouth!”

       He punctuated his order by lashing her across her breasts, twice.  Keri moaned as she bit her lip.  She then opened her sweet mouth just as she was told.

       Damon, quietly, turned and motioned me into the room.  With as much stealth as I possessed, I came into the room and stood before the blindfolded Keri.  My cock was hard and aching.  Keri knelt there with her sweet mouth open to what ever Damon wanted to put in it.  I eased up and slipped my cock into my sister’s mouth.  Instinctively, Keri closed her sweet lips around my cock and started sucking.  Then she got a surprise.

       Damon was standing behind her and spoke, “Keri, no matter what, keeping sucking the cock you have in your mouth.” 

       To emphasize he order, he spanked her, hard on each cheek of her ass with his hand.  Keri, jumped when her ass was struck, but she kept my cock in her mouth, and kept sucking.  She also realized that she was NOT sucking Damon’s cock.  She had a cock in her mouth, but did not know who it belonged to.  To make sure she knew the cock in her mouth was not Damon’s, he walked up behind her, and was rubbing his erection against the side of her pretty face, as she was sucking my cock.  As she sucked this “strange” cock, Damon kept slowly spanking her, just to let her know she was to kept sucking, or suffer worse treatment.  She knew Damon was in control, and that her brother and protector was not with her.  She had to submit and suck this stranger‘s cock.  She was both afraid, and turned on at the same time..

       Keri kept sucking, and I could not help myself.  With what was happening to Keri, I was very aroused.  In a matter of a couple of minutes, I was cumming wildly in Keri’s mouth.  As I did so, Damon, now using the whip, was lashing Keri’s ass.

       “Prisoner”, he exclaimed, “keep sucking, you had better swallow all his cum!”

       Keri worked hard at accomplishing Damon’s order, and was able to swallow all my issue.  Even after all this time, I was still in awe of seeing the pretty full lips of my beautiful sister wrapped around my cock.  It was a beautiful sight.

       As my cock softened in her mouth, I let it slip out, and went back to my hiding place, and put my clothes on.  I sneaked back out the rear door of Damon’s house and went home.  Later I learned that Damon had fucked Keri until she had a climax, then required her to clean he cock with her mouth, and suck him to another cum.  He then released her to come home to me.

       I was watching TV, a bondage porno flick, when Keri returned home.  She came to me and gave me a passionate hug and kiss, but she was a little quiet.  I had her sit on the couch beside me and I put my arm around her.  Without being told, she opened her blouse exposing her breasts, after which she pulled up her skirt, exposing her pussy.  She was a perfect little sex slave.  She knew I liked her exposed, and had told her to expose herself to me at every opportunity.

       “Would you like me to be naked, or like this”, she asked softly.

       “Oh, for now, I think I like this.  Just stay as your are.  I like to see your tits exposed in an open blouse.  They look good like that”, I answered.

       I kissed her and toyed with her breasts.  I had opened my trousers, and Keri extracted my cock, and was gently stroking it.

       “You are very quiet.  Are you alright”, I asked?

       Keri told me what had happened at Damon’s, and how he had required her to suck a stranger’s cock.  She knew I wanted all the details of what had happened to her.  I found it exciting to listen to her tell what had gone on, and how she was used.

       “What did you do?  Did you obey Damon”, I inquired.

       “Well…yes…, I did as I was told.  He was whipping me…, and I was tied…, so I did what Damon told me to do.”

       “You know…, that sex slaves are often made to do things that they don’t expect, or even like.  They don‘t have much choice”, I explained.

       “Jack, I know.  I just was not expecting it.  You’re right, I love being your slave and I know I must do what you say, and what anyone who “captures” me says.  I just did not expect it.  I also wonder who the person was, and if he knows me”, she wondered.

       “Do you still want to be my love and sex slave”, I asked.

       With a quiver in her voice and a tear in her eye, she answered, “Oh, yes.  Jack, please, I want to be your love, and sex slave forever!  I was just worried that you would be mad at me for sucking a stranger’s cock without permission, and not trying to resist.  I thought you would have wanted me to resist, and since I didn’t do that, maybe you would not want me.  I don’t want to lose you and what we have!”

       I smiled and kissed her, and replied, “No, I am not upset.  I know you did what you were ordered to do, and you had no choice.  I am sure it turned Damon on to make you do that, I know I would be.  I like it when you submit to me, or anyone who has you in “captivity”.  You will always be my love and my sex slave.  I suppose you will have to get used to what ever you may be made to do.”

       I continued, “You know, little sister, when you decided to be my sex slave, you agreed that I, or anyone I let “kidnap” you, can do anything they want to you, and you have no choice.  If you resist, they can punish and rape you until you submit.”

       Keri snuggled into me, and squeezed my now rigid cock.  With a tear in her eye, she looked up at me and said,  “Oh, Jack, I love you.  I am your sex slave, and I will do what you want me to do.  I want you to want me to be your lover and sex slave, and to be happy to have me as your slave.”

       I kissed her, and kissed her again.  “Sweet slave, you are mine, and I will never let you go.  You will be my lover and sex slave forever.”

       I could not handle it any longer.  I pushed her down on the couch, and lay down between magnificent her legs.  I kissed the tears from her eyes.  She hugged me, and kept kissing me as I slipped my rampant cock into her sweet steaming pussy and fucked my beautiful sister.  How could any one ask for more than what Keri was offering me.  I wanted her to be my sex slave and lover for the rest of our lives.

Continued…  

Keri - Part Four

       My sister Keri and I continued to be ardent lovers, and she continued to be my sweet sex slave.  Our times together, alone, seemed to always involve my having some sort of sex with her, with her in a vulnerable position, generally restrained in some way.  I enjoyed imposing my will on her, and she was enthusiastic about being my “victim”.  For a while I continued to allow Damon to participate.  Things change however.  I graduated from high school and was headed to college.

       Keri was distraught at my leaving.  We made love the last night I was at home.  She slept with me in my bed, until about four in the morning.  She got up and went tearfully to her bed before our parents awakened and caught us together.

       Fortunately, we were never caught, however, there was one close call.  At the time it could have very serious, but as I think about the occasion, it is very arousing.

       It was fairly early in the morning.  I was 18, almost 19, and getting ready to graduate from high school.  Keri was a ripe and beautiful 16, going on 17.  On this particular morning our parents had already gone to work.  Keri was in the bathroom.  She had showered, finished styling her hair, and was completing her make up.  As usual, she was naked, as I required, and her bathroom door was open so I could see her.  We had gotten to the point that she was wearing high heel shoes whenever we were alone.  This morning as I watched her, I could not imagine a woman being more beautiful and erotic.  I decided that I wanted her.  What better way to start the day.

       Without her knowing, I went to my athletic bag and retrieved several strands of rope.  I had taken a shower and was still nude.  My cock was rising at the prospects of playing sexual games with Keri.  I walked into to the bathroom and stood behind Keri.  Leaning forward, I kissed her on the back of her neck, while my left hand went around her body and was cupping her left breast.  Keri closed her eyes, enjoying the early morning attention.  Then, without her expecting it, I moved my left hand back and used it to capture both her arms, bringing them behind her.  Keri gave a token resistance, but submitted as I bound her wrists behind her back.  As was my custom, I quickly ran a second rope around her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back, and binding them there.  Keri looked down at her breasts as the protruded from her body because of her bondage.

       I turned her around to face me.  I hugged and kissed her, pulling her body tight to mine.  My rigid cock was pressed against her smooth tight stomach.  She kissed me hungrily, and pressed herself tight to me.  I walked her into my bed room, and made her stand in the middle of the floor, while I retrieved a secret purchase from my athletic bag.  Her face registered both surprise and curiosity about what I had in my hands.

       It was a curious contraption which consisted of a small leather harness and a rather large plastic cock, a dildo if you will.  I had her approach me, and stand directly in front of me as I sat on the side of my bed.  I buckled the belt part of the harness tightly around her narrow waist.  A crotch strap was connected to the center front of the harness.  The dildo was mounted to that strap.  Keri watched, helplessly, as I installed this device on her.

       I ran my finger into my sister’s pussy, and found it to be moist and hot, ready for the insertion of my special dildo.  I made her spread her legs, and pushed the plastic cock into her delicious passage.  She closed her eyes and groaned, deeply, at this phallic invasion.  When I had it fully inserted, I pulled the crotch strap tightly between her legs, pressing the dildo even deeper into her.  The strap was buried in the crevice of her sweet ass.  Turning her around, I buckled the crotch strap to the back of the waist belt.  To insure that she could not remove the crotch strap and plastic invader, I used a small padlock to secure the buckle.  Now, even if her hands were not tied behind her back, she would not be able to remove the dildo from her steaming pussy.

       “Oh, Jack, I feel so full down there.  But, how are you going to put your cock in me?  My pussy is full now”, Keri said with more than idle curiosity.

       I looked up at her, smiling I replied, “Oh, sweet slave, I have ways to handle that.”

       Up to this point, she had failed to notice that there was a small electrical switch on the bottom of the dildo.  Yes, it was electrified.  As she looked down at this harness and the attached tormentor, I put my hands between her gorgeous legs and flipped the switch “on”.  Keri reacted immediately.

       “John, what have you done?  It’s alive!”

       She closed her eyes as she tried to absorb the impact of this vibrating dildo in her pussy.  In fact, this dildo had another unique little feature.  Not only did it vibrate, it moved.  On the top side of this plastic cock, there was a little knob, or nubbin, which pressed directly on her clit.  So, not only was the dildo working in her heated passage, it was pressed against, and vibrating on her clit.  This was maddening to her.

       I then made her get on her knees, in front of me, and take my rigid cock in her mouth.  She was struggling.  The dildo was doing it’s job, and she had a job to do.  She was vigorously sucking me, and beginning to hump her hips to the actions of the dildo.  I reclined, looking at my delightful sister, watching as she was sucking me deeply in her pretty mouth.

       Suddenly, I heard the front door to the house slam.  I heard my father yell, “Hey!  Is anybody home?”

       I answered back, “Yeah, Dad,  I’m up here!”

       Quickly, I jerked my cock from Keri’s mouth and helped her stand up.

       “Hurry, get in the bathroom, I’ll close the door!”

       Keri ran into the bathroom, stumbling as she went.  Her wrists and arms were tied behind her, she was naked, wearing high heel pumps, and had a rather large dildo fucking her.  I closed the door behind her, jerked a pair of running shorts onto my body.  Grabbing a text book from my nightstand, I covered my erection with it.

       My father entered my room, apologetically saying, “Hey, I forgot my report to the Board.  Whatcha doin, Guy?”

       “Oh, nothing, just reading this physics book, getting ready for school”, I replied.

       “Great, good work.  Where’s Keri”, he asked.

       “I think she is in the bathroom.  I heard her in there a little while ago.  You know how girls are”, I laughed.  My Dad laughed, nodding his head. 

       It was obvious that he was not being nosy.  It was just unusual for him to be home at the time of day, and he was just catching up on what his children were doing.  He was a good man, and I sometimes felt guilty because Keri and I deceived my hard working parents about our sexual exploits. 

       “Keri, I’ll see you tonight”, he spoke to the bathroom door.

       From behind the door, in what I detected to be a rather shaky voice, Keri answered him, saying that she had just got out of the shower and was undressed.

       “That’s OK, Baby.  I’ll see you guys later.  Have a good day”, he replied.  With that he was out the door to his work-a-day world.

       As soon as I heard his car drive away, I opened the bathroom door.  What I found was an erotic surprise.  Keri was lying on the bathroom floor.  She was completely helpless with her hands and arms still tied behind her back (when I tie her, she stays tied).  Her sweet naked body was writhing to the vibrations and movements of the dildo which was still working diligently in her cunt. 

       “Oh, Jack, please, turn it off, turn it off!.  It’s driving me mad”, she pleaded.

       “Keri, quit complaining.  It can’t be that bad.  I can see that you are humping it.  You must like it”, I chided.

       “Oh, noooooo, here it comes again”, she cried!

       It was obvious that she was having a climax a she gritted her teeth, groaned loudly and started to spasm into a delicious cum.  She closed her eyes as she was humping her body as if she were receiving a cock from a invisible lover.  Her pretty mouth was slack and her delicate bound hands seemed to be grasping for that invisible lover.   I waited until the climax was over, and then I reached between her creamy thighs and flipped the switch to “off”.

       I stooped down, and picked her up, carried her into my bedroom and laid her on my bed.  She was still gently moving her pelvis in the aftermath of her cum

       “Oh, God, Jack!  That thing made me have at least four cums.  I did my best to be quiet so Dad couldn’t hear me, but it was driving me crazy.”

       Smiling, I reached between her thighs and switched it back “on”.  Keri stiffed and bit her lip as her body started to experience yet another climax.  As she reached her zenith, she let out a scream of release.  As she came down from this climax, I again turned the switch to “off.”

       “Oh, please, Jack, let me rest. Please, don’t turn it on again.  I can’t catch my breath”, she pleaded.

       I rolled her onto her back and straddled her body, on my knees.  Keri’s bound arms were pinned under her, raising her breasts up towards me.  I eased forward until my cock was at her mouth.  When the tip of my cock touched her full lips, she opened her sweet lips and closed them around the head of my cock.  Her delicate pink tongue was lashing the head of my phallus, causing it to throb in her mouth.  I had seen too much this morning, so I started to fuck her pretty mouth.  As I closed in on my climax, I reached back and flipped the dildo switch to “on”.  As I was humping my cock into Keri’s mouth, filling it with my issue, she was humping the devilish dildo and experienced yet another cum!

       

       Well, I had to go to college, so I moved out of the house.  I had a full scholarship and had saved sufficient money to be able to rent a small two bedroom house near the college.  I was hoping to rent the other room to another student to help defray my monthly rent costs.

       Keri was beside herself.  Her love, and “master” as leaving her immediate life.  She was lost.  I promised would come home every weekend, and we would see each other.  My little house was only about 40 miles from our parents home.  I made sure she knew she could visit me anytime she wanted to.  To be honest, I did not want to leave her.  I loved her, but I needed to go to college.  Back in the dark recesses of my mind, I thought that I could, perhaps, move Keri into my little house.  With the spare bedroom, we could use the ruse that we were siblings and she was living there in my spare room.

       As the school year started, Keri was having trouble with her grades.  She, too, wanted to move into my house near the college.  After one semester, her grades were suffering, and she was depressed.  I had a talk with my parents, and told them I would tutor her and help her raise her grades, but, she would have to move in with me, and attend high school near where I was living.  After much talk and deliberation, they agreed.  They even consented to pay half of the rent on my little rental house.  Keri was overjoyed.  To her credit, she did her best to contain her enthusiasm. 

       Things were looking up for us.  Now I could attend college, and have my sister, my lover and sex slave living with me, full time, with total privacy.

Continued…

       

Keri-Part Five

       I was happy in my small two bedroom cottage.  I had enrolled in engineering college, and was doing just fine.  I had been awarded a very nice scholarship to pay for my tuition and expenses.  This life agreed with me, and I felt that I was beginning to journey through my adult life.  Living by myself gave me a delicious feeling on independence.  There was a complication.

       My sister Keri was my love, and had become my sex slave and obsession.  I missed her and what we shared.  On a recent weekend visit home, I discovered that Keri was having problems.  She missed me.  She was depressed, and her grades were suffering.  My parents and I talked about Keri, and devised an answer.  I offered to have Keri move in with me.  I told them she could have the second bedroom in my little bungalow, but I would really appreciate them helping with the rent.  I had plans to rent that room to another student to defray my rental costs.  For this, I promised I would enroll Keri in a high school near my college, and I would tutor her to bring her grades up to par.  My parents were overjoyed at this arrangement.  So was Keri.  I was very pleased, to say the least.

       The following weekend I moved Keri into my house.  Even though I put all of her stuff in the second bedroom, it was clear that she would share my bed.  We had to keep up appearances for our parents.  We were like a honeymoon couple.  We were excited to be back together, and now in our own place

       As soon as we were alone, Keri ran to my arms.  I hugged and kissed my lover and sister.  I quickly undressed her, and then myself.  We fell into my bed and made love like we had not seen each other for years!

       Afterwards, we lay there in the bed, basking in the afterglow of our hot afternoon sex.  My arm was around Keri, as I lay on my back.  She had her head on my shoulder, lying on her side, facing me.  Her sweet breasts were pressed hard against my body and she was softly stroking my flagging cock.

       “Jack”, she whispered.  “I am the happiest girl in the world.  I thought I had lost you.  I’m so glad we are here together.”

       I smiled, hugged her, and after kissing her, replied.  “Yeah, Baby Sister, I missed you too.  But, if we are going to live together, however, I insist on some rules.”

       Keri looked at me, and asked, “What kind of rules?  I’m already your sex slave, silly.”

       “Well, that’s the point, Dear Sister.  I want us to make sure we maintain that way of life.  Like in the past, you are my sex slave.  I will tie, restrain you when I want.  I will whip and torture you as in the past, and no sex act will be too much for you.  I guess we can say you do not have the right to say ‘no’.”

       Keri smiled, “Yes, Big Brother, I know all that, and I accept your rules.”

       “Good“, I commented.  “Next, we are going to get your school grades up to where they should be.  We don’t want mother and dad to insist you going back home because you grades did not improve like I promised.”

       “I promise”, she said, stroking my now erect cock.  “Is there any thing else Master?”

       “Yeah, there is”, I said, pausing for a moment.  “If the opportunity presents itself, I intend to engage in our “kidnap” games”, I replied

       Keri paused, and the asked, “You mean you might give me to someone else to torture and rape?”

       “Yeah, that’s what I mean.  I really liked us doing that.  I would really like to do it again, providing I find a person I want to share you with.  Damon and Jerry have both moved away, so we can‘t include them in our activities.”

       Keri was quiet as she continued stroking my rigid cock.  Finally she replied, “O.K., if you really want me to, I will submit to you...  I love you, Jack.”

       Keri moved down my body, leaving a trail of delicious kisses until she arrived at my cock.  She used her sweet pink tongue to flick the tip of my cock as she stroked the rigid heated shaft, causing it to throb with my heart beat.  Teasingly, she slipped her soft sweet lips over the head of my cock, and started to suck it in earnest  To add to the sensation, she cupped my balls with her hand, gently massaging them.  I could not hold out long, and soon my cock erupted in jets of hot semen, filling her beautiful mouth.  She managed to take it all, not losing a drop.  It had been a long day, and with in a very short time we both fell asleep, my sister Keri with my cock touching her lips as her head rested on my stomach.  Her soft dainty hand still gently holding my balls.  It was wonderful to be together again.

       The college year went as usual.  I was doing well in my engineering and computer science classes, and Keri’s grades improved.  By mid winter, she was ready to graduate from high school in the Spring.  We continued to live together.  We went to college functions as boy friend and girl friend.  Keri looked so hot, a lot of my friends envied my having her as my lover.  Little did they know I was living with and having fabulous sex with my beautiful sister. 

       During my next year at college, I turned 20 and Keri was 18.  We were closer than ever, and at every opportunity I took her deeper into sexual slavery.  By now I had purchased many bondage items.  There were cuffs (leather and steel), the ever present ropes, whips, nipple and clit clamps, dildos and other paraphernalia to bring us both pleasure.  Keri reveled in her sexual slavery.  She was virtually my 24/7 slave.

       In the Spring of that school year, as I was approaching 21 years of age, and Keri approaching 19, I met Eric.  We met on the racket ball court, and became fast friends.  Even though he was discrete, it was obvious that he thought Keri was one incredible woman.  I liked Eric, and I started to probe his psyche to see if he would the right person to share Keri with.  One day, at his apartment, I noticed some bondage porn books and BDSM videos in his closet.  When I asked, he readily admitted that he was very interested in the subject of BDSM, but had never had a chance to pursue his desires.

       I invited Eric to my house on Saturday evening, and told him to expect something very special in the area of BDSM.  He tried to get me to tell him what the surprise was, but I held fast.  He would have to wait and see.  In the meantime, he and I had several conversations about BDSM and sexual slavery of women.  From what I could discern from our talks, he probably thought I knew of a couple of hookers who would accommodate us.

       I told Keri about the upcoming Saturday evening with Eric, and that I would be letting him participate in her slavery.  She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to obey me.  We had not done anything like this since we were in high school.  Keri had met Eric and liked him.  We both were excited about the possibilities.

       Saturday afternoon came.  Keri was given instructions on how to dress.  She asked what the evening activities would be, but I kept her in the dark.  I thought it would be better that way.  I had her put on one of her string bikini swim suits.  Over that, as instructed, she put on a black strapless bra and matching black lace panties.  Then she put on a short skirted sun dress.  The top of the dress resembled a halter top, the straps of which were tied in a bow at the back of her neck.  To top this off, she put on a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps.  Keri was very adept at wearing very high heel shoes as I required her to be naked, wearing high heel shoes, when ever we were alone.  Once she was dressed for the evening, you could not tell that she had five layers of clothing on, including her dress.  She was just dressed very stylishly, and very beautiful.

       When Eric arrived, Keri was the model hostess.  She served snacks and drinks, and was very attentive.  Eric could not take his eyes off her.  After every one had relaxed, I told Keri to go into the bedroom.  There, on the bed, she would find a brief case.  She was to bring it into the living room.  She did as instructed.  Eric asked about what was going to happen.  I told him to have patience and he would not be disappointed.

       Keri brought the brief case into the living room, and put it on the coffee table.  As instructed, she opened it.  Inside were ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items needed by a man who “owned” a sex slave.  Keri was told to take the penis gag from the brief case.  This was a leather strap on which was mounted a rubber dildo.  This is inserted in at slaves mouth, with the strap holding it tightly in place.  The does a really good job of silencing a sex slave.  Keri was told to put it on.

       “Keri, make sure you pull the strap tight”, I ordered.  She did as I asked.

       “Now, slave, put on the steel police handcuffs, and lock you hands behind your back.  Make sure the cuffs are tight”, was her next order.  Keri did as I asked.

       Eric was spell bound.  Now standing in front of him was one very beautiful submissive woman, handcuffed and gagged on her own volition.  He was silent, at a loss for words as he watched the evening unfold.  At my instructions, Keri moved about, posing so Eric could appreciate her bondage and beauty.  Her short dress and high heels displayed her great legs, while her breasts were pushed against the fabric of her sun dress.

       I stood and walked to Keri.  I hugged her and kissed her gagged mouth.  While I was kissing her, my hand was fondling her breasts through her dress.  Picking a strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling it tight and tying it off.  Now her elbows were touching each other, bound tightly in the small of her back, causing her amazing breasts to push out from her chest, straining the fabric of her dress.  I unlocked the handcuffs, and used another piece of rope to tightly tie her wrists.

       “Eric, you have met Keri, the most important thing in my life, but now I want you to meet Slave Keri.  She is my sex slave, and I do with her as I wish.”

       Eric finally was able to speak.  “Wow”, he uttered.  “I never knew.  Wow, She…Keri…uh, she…, Man she’s beautiful”.  I noticed from the lump in his trousers that he had an erection.  Keri noticed also.

       “Eric, I have a surprise for you.  You and I are going to play ‘strip poker‘.  The winner of each hand gets to take an article of clothing off Keri.  When she is naked, then we will enjoy her.”

       Eric replied, “Wow!”

       I answered, “Quit saying ’Wow’, and go to the table where the cards are, and let’s play poker.” 

       Keri was looking at me with a look of lust, and a little bit of trepidation.  It had been a long time since I done something like this to her.  I took her by the bound forearm and escorted her to the kitchen table.

       Eric and I sat down at the table, while Keri was made to stand, on display, between us.  Eric was excited, and Keri was submissively beautiful.  Her pretty blue eyes watching her two captors.  The first hand of cards were dealt, and after some maneuvering, I won the first hand.

       “Keri”, I said.  “Come here.  I have won the right to remove your dress.  Who ever wins a hand can remove an article of clothing from you.  When the article is removed, you are to stand very close to the winner of that hand, as he has the right to enjoy feeling and playing with you body.”  Keri nodded her head.

       I removed her dress, without untying her.  Now she was standing there in a black bra and matching black panties.  Eric was enthralled.  I sat back down and spent the next few minutes running my hands over her body, paying attention to her breasts and pussy.

       Time to deal the next hand.  Eric was not a very good poker player, so I deliberately lost that hand, so he could remove an article of Keri’s clothes.  He removed her strapless bra.  He was somewhat disappointed that she had on a bikini bra underneath.  Keri moved very close to Eric, and stood silently as he took every advantage of feeling and playing with her scantily clad body.  Finally, I told him it was time for another hand of poker.  Reluctantly, his hands left Keri, and returned to the poker hand he was dealt.  Even as he looked at his cards, one of his hands was stroking her delicious ass and fabulous legs as she obediently stood there.

       Eric won the next hand, and removed her panties, leaving her standing there in her string bikini and high heeled shoes.  Again, Eric reveled in running his hands all over her body.

       I made sure Eric won the next hand of poker.  He stood up and walked behind Keri.  He slowly undid the ties to her bikini top.  The top fell away, and she was standing there with her magnificent breasts on display.  Eric’s pulled her back into his body, his hands going around her body, grasping her waiting breasts.  He spent nearly ten minutes playing with her breasts and kissing her gagged face.  The bulge in his trousers were more than obvious.  Keri’s bound hands were brushing against his painfully rigid cock.

       The last hand of poker was mine.  Keri was standing between us as I removed her bikini bottom.  She was magnificent.  I ran my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was hot and wet.  She moaned softly as I pushed my finger into her heated passage.  After a minute or two, finger fucking Keri, I turned to Eric.

       “Now, my friend, come with me”, I instructed. 

       I took my naked sister Keri by her bound wrists and escorted her to the corner of the living room.  Reaching up, I took a hanging planter down from the eye bolt mounted in the ceiling.  Using a long piece of rope, I tied one end around Keri’s bound wrists, and the other end through the eye bolt.  I pulled on the rope, pulling it up tight, raising Keri’s bound hands and arms well above her, until she was sharply bent at the waist.  I tied the rope off, forcing her to remain in that exposed position. Her beautifully smooth ass was now exposed to be fondled or whipped.  Her awesome breasts were hanging, awaiting torment.  Eric was just about to learn about the latter.

       “Eric, this is my slave”, I said.  “You told me you have never whipped a woman before.  Tonight, you are going to be privileged to whip the most beautiful ass in this town.  Here, run your hands over this sweet ass.”

       Eric ran his hands over Keri’s exposed ass, and than let his hand drift down to her smoldering pussy.  He slapped her ass a couple of times, as if to test the texture.  He then ran his hand down to Keri’s hanging breasts.  He squeezed them, and pinched her nipples.  Keri squirmed, as best she could, as Eric twisted her nipples. 

       I handed Eric a multi-strand whip.  He visually measured the distance of his stroke, and brought he whip across Keri’s upraised ass.  Immediately, delicate pink striations appeared on the smooth skin of her bottom.  Eric liked whipping Keri.  She was softly moaning as her ass as assaulted.  Eric expanded his area of attack, at my suggestion.  He brought the whip down to Keri’s breasts.  They shook and trembled under the attack of Eric’s whip.  About the time that I thought he was reaching her limit of pain, I stopped him.  While he was whipping Keri, I was undressing.  My cock was so hard it hurt.  I moved behind Keri, and slipped my rigid member into her steaming pussy.  She moaned louder, through her gag, as she felt my cock invade her cunt.  Eric was undressing as I was fucking my helpless sister.  As he finished undressing, I stopped fucking Keri, and untied the rope that held her in the bent over position.  Keri was disappointed as I had not brought her to a cum, which she so desperately wanted.

       I told Eric to sit on the couch as I removed the gag from Keri’s mouth.

“Keri, my sweet slave, I want you to go to Eric and welcome him to our home with a well executed blow-job.  Make it the best he ever had.”

       Eric watched as Keri knelt down in front of him.  He was speechless as she leaned forward and kissed and licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock.  She then leaned in further, and took his cock into her mouth.  Eric nearly passed out.  As Keri was sucking Eric’s cock, I moved behind her, and slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy.  This was too much for Keri.  I fucked her savagely.  Before she had a chance to get Eric off, she succumbed to my cock and climaxed.  She lost control and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his crotch while she had a massive cum.

       When she came back to her senses, she looked up at Eric, “Oh, Eric, Sir, I am very sorry.  I should not have cum without permission.  I am sorry I did not bring you to a cum.  I am very sorry.”

       Eric started to say, ’Oh that’s OK’, but I intervened.  “Slave, you know you will have to be punished.”

       Keri hung her head, “Yessir, Jack, Sir, I’m sorry.”

       Quickly, I picked Keri up and carried her to my bed.  I promptly placed her in the middle of the bed, on her back with her bound hands and arms pinned beneath her.  Using two strands of rope, I tied her ankles to the corners of our four poster bed, spreading her legs widely.

       “Eric, we have a slave here that needs to be punished.  Take this whip and whip her pussy so she will not forget her duties”, I ordered.

       At first, Eric was hesitant.  He had never whipped a delicious pussy of a beautiful woman before.  He was up to the task however, and in a minute or two, had Keri crying, begging to suck his cock.  I stopped him at the appropriate time.  At my suggestion, he climbed onto the bed and straddled Keri’s body.  He moved forward until his cock was at her mouth.  As she opened her soft lips to receive him, his ass was pressing down on her upraised breasts.  He started humping and fucking her pretty mouth.  Her lips wrapped around his erection as he fucked her face, with no mercy.  In a moment or two, he came.  The evening was nearly too much for him.  His cock exploded in her mouth, sending jets of scalding cum down her throat.

       The evening had gone well.  Before it came to an end, Keri was fucked again by each of us, and she sucked me to a cum.  After Eric left to go to his apartment, Keri and I showered together.  She wanted to be hugged and kissed by me.  She was able to give me another erection as she soaped and massaged by cock.  I fucked her right there in the shower.  She was wonderful sex slave, and I love her.

CONTINUED….

Keri - Part Six

       Eric continued to be a visitor to our house for the next year or so.  For a while he left college, and then returned.  I was in my senior year, and Keri was contemplating going to college.  In the meantime, she continued to live with me as my love and complete naked, bound sex slave.  Please understand, Keri was not kept bound and tortured twenty four hours a day.  We loved to go to restaurants, shows, and cultural events.  There were quiet times when we would just sit and read, watch videos, talk about politics, and enjoy each other presence.  Keri dressed stylishly, although her skirts were a little short, her high heels shoes were standard, and she did show more than a little cleavage.  It was understood that her sexual slavery was the most important thing in our lives.  No matter where we were, or what we were doing, Keri was my sex slave, and I could do anything I wanted with her, at any time.  The word “no” was not in her lexicon.  Life was good, however, it would soon become complicated. When Eric returned to college, he was again allowed to visit Keri and myself, and participate in our activities. 

       I could tell he was becoming quite enamored with Keri.  On one particular evening, we were both working on her.  When he arrived at my house, I had already prepared Keri.  She was naked, wearing the obligatory high heel pumps.  She was standing in the living room, with her hands tied and stretched above her to an “eye” bolt in the ceiling.  Her legs were bound together and she was stretched up tight.  I had tied her about a half an hour before Eric arrived.  I took great pleasure in sitting there looking at her.

       Even though Keri had been my lover and slave for several years, her beauty and submissiveness continued to amaze me.  Her skin was warm and silky, while her breasts had continued to mature and become more beautiful..  Keri’s breasts would considered on the large size, yet they were firm and very sensitive.  As I sat there with a rigid cock, I told her to turn slowly in her bound position so I could see her.  Even with her legs bound, she managed to slowly turn for my appreciation.  I could see faint whip marks on her breasts and ass.  Closer inspection revealed very faint whip marks on her creamy thighs.  Her black hair and blue eyes matched her  creamy complexion. 

       I had showered, but had not bothered to get dressed.  I got up and after I kissed her, then gagged her with my favorite penis gag and was fondling her.  My rampant cock rubbing against her,  Running my fingers in her heated pussy was causing her to become more excited.  About a year earlier I had scraped up enough money to have her pussy fur permanently removed. Her silky smooth cunt was soaking and I could tell she wanted to cum, but I would not allow her to do so.  She was softly moaning into her gag as she swayed in her bondage..

       The door bell rang.  I gently slapped her breasts and went to the door.  I greeted Eric, and invited him into my house.  He was not surprised to see me naked  When he walked into the living room, he spoke to me, but walked straight to Keri and hugged her, kissing her gagged mouth.  He took his time squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples.  As he rummaged through her smoldering pussy, he was gently spanking her ass.  Keri was being pushed to a higher level of excitement.  While Eric was doing this, I sat down on the couch and slowly stroked my cock.  Eric paused a moment and removed his clothing.  Like mine, his cock was in a turgid state.  Keri, looking over her gag, was looking at her two naked tormentors.  Her eyes revealed the trepidation with which she accepted her torments, yet there was clearly the look of lust, knowing we were going to use her sexually.

       Eric  seemed impatient, and questioned, “So, Jack, what’s our action?  What are we going to do to our little slave tonight?”

       “Ooooh, I think we’ll do something a little different tonight..  Let me show you.”

       I picked up a couple of rather nasty nipple clamps and approached Keri.  These were spring loaded clamps, connected with a small silver chain.  This chain was short, by design.  When properly installed on sensitive nipples, the chain was taught.  Meaning, if I were to fondle one of Keri’s breasts, with the nipple clamped, the chain would pull in the other nipple, thus both nipples would be tormented.  It was a devilishly fiendish device.   I kissed her gagged mouth as I squeezed her breasts.  Turning to Eric, I asked him to help me.

       “Eric, suck in Keri’s left nipple.  Make it nice and hard.”

       He quickly went to his task.  Keri watched with mixed emotion.  She loved having her nipples sucked, but knew what I was going to do.  Her eyes showed both excitement and some fear.  A very erotic combination.  When her left nipple was rigid, I had Eric moved to her right nipple.  Keri’s eyes were closed and I placed the nipple clamp to her left nipple.  As I let the clamp close, her eyes jerked open and she moaned, grimacing in pain.  About that time Eric moved away from her right nipple.  It, too, was now rigid and waiting.  Keri watch as my hand moved to the exposed helpless nipple and watched as I placed the clamp on it.  The moan was deep and a tear formed in her eye.  These were nasty little clamps, and I knew she felt every bit of it.  I grasped her left breast, causing the chain on the nipple clamp to jerk and pull on the clamp on her right nipple.  Eric seemed a little shocked at the pain Keri was displaying.

       “Hey, man, aren‘t those things a little too mean, you know, too tough on her“, he asked.

       I replied, “No, I don‘t think so.  I have used them before, and she was able to handle them.  If they did not cause a little pain, then why use them?  Keri knows I alone decide how much pain she endures.”

       Eric paused again, “Yeah, yeah, I guess so.”

       I turned to Eric, “Here‘s what I want you to do.  Pick up that medium flogger whip there, and start whipping her sweet ass.”

       Eric did as I asked.  At first his strokes were slow and light.  Gradually he increased the speed and force of the lashes.  Keri started moving her ass.  At first she moved with the lash of the whip.  Later, as the blows became more serious, she seemed to try to move away from the whip.  This was common for her.  But, tied as she was, Keri was unable to avoid the lash.

       As Eric was whipping her, I was fingering her pussy, and playing with her clamped breasts.  Finally, Keri was in the zone.  The feeling of the whip was melding with the feeling I was giving her in her cunt.  She was consumed with the pain of the whip and clamps while her pussy was being set on fire.  When I figured she was lost the reality, I took the clamp from her left nipple.  She screamed into her gag.  After a few seconds, I took the clamp from her right nipple.  Her scream was more pronounced.  I had Eric move around and told him to whip her breasts.  By now, Eric was a master with the whip.  His lash was true and struck her beautiful breasts.  From behind, I continued to rummage through her cunt.  Keri was in the ozone and moaning continuously.  Her breasts bounced and shuddered under Eric’s whip.  The silky skin was turning pink and her nipples were painfully rigid.  After a couple more minutes, I called the proceedings to a halt.  Eric seemed confused.

       I untied Keri’s wrist ropes from the ceiling, and untied her wrists.  Quickly, I retied her wrists behind her back.  I grabbed a couple of rather long pieces of rope and handed them to Eric, instructing him to follow me to the Keri’s bedroom.  Since she shared my bed, her bedroom had been turned into a type of bondage torture chamber.  Keri was so aroused, she was teetering on her high heel shoes and needed help to walk to her room.  I picked her up and carried her to her fate.

       I placed her on her bed, with her bound wrists pinned under her.  I instructed Eric to tie the two pieces of rope to her ankles.  We then tied her ankles to the bed posts, spreading her legs as wide as they would go.  Keri had a dreamy lust filled look in her eyes as we made her helpless.  She was mewing softly into her gag.

       Picking up a light weight multi-thonged whip, I started to slowly whip her heated pussy.  Even though the whipping was painful, Keri’s hips were moving with my whip.  I think I could have made her cum with the whip.  When her pussy was a nice pink color, I stopped the cunt whipping.  I turned to Eric who was stroking his cock.

       “O.K., here’s what we are going to do.  We are going to “gang fuck” Keri.  We are going to take turns fucking her.  Each man will fuck her until she is ready to cum, then he will stop.  We will let her cool down a bit, then the other guy will fuck her the same way.  Lets see how long we can fuck her without letting her cum.”

       Smiling, Eric replied, “I think she about ready now.  Lets give it a try.”

       I motioned for him to be the first to fuck Keri.  He pushed his cock in her steaming cunt and started to fuck her.  As he was doing so, I was toying with her breasts and kissing her face, and gagged mouth.  Keri was very near to being in the “ozone”.

       Keri’s hips were moving, charging toward a climax when Eric stopped and pulled his cock from her.  She closed her eyes and moaned loudly.  Her hips were still moving as if she was receiving some invisible lover.

       I picked up the pussy whip and walked over to Keri.  I reached down and patted her pussy.  She looked up at me, and then at the whip,  She knew what I was going to do, and I did.  I started slowly whipping her pussy, only this time I whipped harder, causing more pain than pleasure.  I was bringing her down a little bit.  When I figured I had lowered her libido, somewhat, I climbed between her legs and thrust my rampant cock into her cunt.  It was if Keri had been touched by a cattle prod.  She moaned deeply and pushed her pussy up to me.  I fucked her.  I fucked my beautiful sister,  Keri.  Her breasts were moving as I fucked her.  I grasped and slapped her breasts as I fucked her.  She was moving her hips, meeting my thrusts.  She wanted to cum,.  I stopped, and pulled my cock from her.  Tears came to Keri’s eyes and she moaned deeply.  You could see the disappointment in her eyes.  She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to cum.

       Eric climbed on her and started again.  This went on for about 20 minutes.  Keri was about to lose her mind.  Now, that she had been so aroused, and set up for the next act, we stopped fucking her.

       Eric and I stood beside her bed, looking down in a very aroused Keri, and stroking our red hot cocks.

       “O.K., there is a change in plans.  Now we are going to “gang fuck” Keri, and lets see how many times we can make her cum.”

       I don’t think Keri heard me as she registered surprise when I climbed onto the bed.  She was whimpering and crying.  She need to cum, and thought we were going to continue to deny her a climax.  As I worked my cock in and out of her magnificent pussy, she was humping me, trying to cum.  I did not stop, and in a matter of about 30 seconds, she came.  It was massive and explosive.  She was beautiful.

       I got off of her, and gave her no time to settle down.  I told Eric to get on her.  He did so, and in a about a minute, Keri was cumming again.  I watched her.  Keri was her most beautiful in the midst of a climax.  Her face was etched with the exquisite pleasure she was feeling.  Eric and I continued to gang fuck Keri until she had experienced fifteen climax’.  We then decided to let ourselves cum.  I was first, and after all that had taken place, I thought I was going to pass out when I came.  I collapsed on Keri’s magnificent body.  When I collected my self, I got off, and Eric took my place.  In a matter of seconds, his cock exploded, filling her steaming cunt with his issue.  Keri came again as Eric was experiencing his climax.  Keri was exhausted.  In matter of seconds, she fell into an exhausted asleep.  I removed her gag.  We left her on the bed, her wrists tied behind her, and her legs spread wide, her ankles tied to the bed posts with the evidence of our sexual assault visible in her pussy..

       Eric and I walked back to the living room.  He sat on the couch while I got us a couple of beers.  I sat on the easy chair across from the couch.  We were both still naked.  We talked about what we had just experienced with Keri.  Eric did not know Keri was my sister, but he did know we were not married. He broached a question.

       “Jack, I have never been alone with Keri.  I wanted to date her, but you said no, because she was your lover and sex slave.  I understand that.  I guess what I am asking, is…, is it possible for me to have Keri for an evening, or a night.  I would like to experience having such a hot sex slave by my self.”

       I thought for a minute, and answered him.  I had only let Keri be with someone, by herself, with Damon when we were much younger.  I had not thought about it since.  Off hand, I could see no problem.  It was exciting to think about Keri in the hands of another person, without me to protect her.  It would really test her slave mentality.  She would have no choice, and would have to submit to what ever Eric wanted to do to her.  This was intriguing.

       “Yeah”, I replied.  “I think we could do that.  How about one day next week.”

       Eric’s eyes showed his delight.  “How about Tuesday?  Can I have her for the night?”

       “HMMmmmnnn…”, I replied.  “Yeah, I suppose so.  Come by here at about 8:00 Tuesday evening, and I will have her ready.  I want her back here before noon on Wednesday.  Let’s face it.  She is the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to be without her for very long.”

       Eric was ecstatic!

       “Now, you know the rules.  You have been with her long enough to know you are to never injure her.  I expect you will give her pain and discomfort, but no injuries.  I want her to be restrained at all times, preferably with her hands behind her back.  She is to stay naked, and must wear high heels all the time.  No sex act is prohibited.  I don’t like ass fucking, but I have put butt plugs in her from time to time.  If she says ‘no‘, or resists in any way, I want her punished.  I don’t want her out in public, you must keep her at your house.  I will send her away with you bound and naked.  I expect her to return the same way.”

       Eric thought for a minute, “Wow, you are really strict with her.  I’ll do as you say, but don’t you ever cut her any slack?”

       “No, I really don’t.  I have read a lot from writings of other slave owners that a slave must know what the rules are, and that any violation will bring punishment.  Keri and I have talked about this at length.  She has been my slave for several years.  She loves the way we live, and how I treat her.  I don’t plan on changing things now.”

       “Do you love her as a person, or just as a slave”, he asked.

       I thought, and then replied, “It’s much more complicated than that.  We love each other very much, but we also love our life style.  She loves being my slave, and I adore her.  I want very much to be her master, so I do just that.  Sure, its kinda rough on her at times, but the rewards for both of us is tremendous.”

       Eric seemed satisfied with my explanation, but I wondered about his curiosity about me being so strict and demanding of Keri.  We talked more about Keri, and the things that we have done with her.  I was satisfied that he would take care of Keri, under the terms I had outlined.

CONTINUED……    

Keri - Part Seven

       Tuesday night came.  When I first told Keri of my plans to give her to Eric for the night, she was not sure.  In fact, I am sure she did not want to go with him.  She explained that since I had made her my lover and sex slave, she had never spent the night away from me.  She loved me, and our life, and she felt uneasy about being away from me.  After I explained that I liked the idea, and that it was a turn on, she agreed.  Then she made a curious remark.

       “Jack, I love you, and we agreed that I am your sex slave.  We agreed that you could do anything with me, or to me that you wished, and that I would have no choice.  I suppose you could tie me up and force me to go with Eric, and I would have to submit.”

       I hugged and kissed her.  “Yeah, you are right.  I had thought about forcing you to go with him, but, this time I wanted you to agree.  I just wanted to make sure you are my sex slave.  I love you, Keri.  God, how I love you.”

       She hugged me and whispered, “I love you, too, Jack.  I’ll do what ever you want me to do.”

       By now my cock was raging, so I took her to bed and made sweet passionate love to her.

       Back to our story.  Tuesday evening was upon us.  Keri, at my instructions, had paid very close attention to her grooming.  Her hair and make up was exceptional.  She came into the living room wearing only a pair of high heel pumps.  She posed, and displayed herself to me.  I wanted to have her, but the time was slipping away, and I had to prepare her for her time with Eric.

       Using leather cuffs which locked on her wrists, I locked her hands and arms behind her.  Next, came a leather strap at her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back.  After all these years of bondage, I could pull the strap tight, binding her elbows tightly together.  This, of course, forced her breasts away from her body, properly displaying these beauties.  Finally, to complete her costume, I buckled a matching black leather collar around her neck, and attached a leather leash to it.  She was magnificently helpless and desirable.  As I was checking her pussy for obviously moisture, the door bell rang.  Yes, her pussy was wet.

       Eric was excited.  He shook my hand, then went straight to Keri.  He examined her, touching and fondling, and checked her bonds.

       “Well”, Eric said, nervously.  “”I’m ready to go.  How do I take her out of the house without any clothes on her?”

       Keri smiled, silently, as I explained.  “Why don’t you take possession of her and bring her to this hall closet.”

       Eric, quickly grasped her leash and followed me.  I opened the hall closet door and retrieved a cape.  Eric watched with amazement as I opened the cape and draped it over Keri’s shoulders.  The evening was cool, so the cape would not be out of place.  I buttoned a few of the buttons on the front of the cape, but not all.  I did not button any buttons below her hips, and left the top of the cape open enough to display some great looking cleavage.  All the vital areas of her body would be covered, but when she walked she would display her fantastic legs, well up on the thigh, but just short of showing her pussy.  Her breasts were covered, but not completely.  The upper slopes of her breasts could be seen.  The cape was short, striking her about mid thigh, so she had no choice but to show some great legs.  I had Keri walk around the living room to show how the cape covered her.

       “Damn”, Eric exclaimed.  “I could walk her down the busiest street in this town, and no one would guess she was naked and bound.  This is really hot.”

       The bulge in his trousers told me that he did in fact think this was hot.  We walked Keri out to Eric’s car.  While Eric got into the driver’s seat, I helped Keri into the passenger seat.  As she sat down in the car seat, her cape splayed open displaying her legs all the way up to her pussy.  I slipped my hand between her silky thighs and was rummaging through her pussy.  Keri’s breath quickened as she was becoming visibly aroused.  Prior to putting the seat belt on her helpless body, I gave Eric an option.

       “Eric, you have to make a decision.  Do you want her covered with a lot of leg on display, or do you want the cape open so you can see her legs, pussy and tits as you drive?”

       Eric was in lust.  I knew what his decision would be.

       “Hey, look, my car windows are tinted with really dark tint.  No one can see in.  I want to see her cunt and tits, and be able to touch them when I want.”

       I replied, “You’ve got it.  One great pair of tits, coming up!”

       I unbuttoned Keri’s cape, and opened it up.  She was magnificent, and on display.  This was not new to Keri.  I had taken her places like this before.  I put the seat belt around her, and locked it in position.  I leaned into the car and kissed Keri as I gave her right breast a squeeze.  I then leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.  Using my teeth I gently nibbled on her nipple.  Keri closed her eyes and moaned softly.

       “I love you.  Make me proud of you, and obey Eric.”

       Keri kissed me and replied, “I love you, Jack”.

       I stood in my driveway as I watched Eric’s car disappear down the street, taking my sister, lover, and sex slave with him.  Even if for only a night, this was significant.  While I was aroused knowing she was helpless, subject to the sexual whims of another, I was beginning to regret allowing her to go with Eric.

       About thirty minutes after they left, Eric called, saying he did not have the keys to Keri’s wrists cuffs.  I just told he to leave them locked behind her.  She had been locked like that before, so it was nothing knew to her.  Eric was not too sure, but could do nothing about it.  Keri would just have to remain with her hands bound behind her until she got back home tomorrow.

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       Morning came, and not a minute too soon.  I did get a little sleep, but being without Keri kept me awake for most of the night.  I ate a light breakfast, and impatiently waited for Eric to bring my slave Keri back home.  True to our agreement, he pulled into my driveway at 11:58 A.M.  I could see Keri in the car.  I watched as he took her from his car, still wearing her high heel shoes and cape.

       I welcomed her at the front door with hugs and kisses.  My hand slipped into her cape and was fondling her breasts.  She seemed to be glad to be back home.

       “Well, Eric, was she a good slave, or do I need to punish her for some misdeed or refusal?”
       Eric answered, rather seriously, “Oh, she was a great slave.  I could not have asked for more.  We had a fantastic night.  There is no need to punish her.”

       I turned to Keri, and kissed her.  “You make me proud, Sweet Slave.”

       Keri kissed me and smiled.  Eric seemed in a hurry.  He had a business management class he had to get to.  It was a requirement for his degree.  He gave Keri a quick kiss and was out the door.  As he left and drove away, I took Keri’s cape from her.  True to form, she was magnificent, and her wrists were still locked behind her.  I fully expected to see faint whip marks on her body, but saw none.  It was curious, and I knew I would be asking her what happened between her and Eric  I unlocked her wrists and picked her up, carrying her to the shower.

       The hot water felt good to both of us.  We washed each other, hugged and kissed.  Keri paid particular attention to my cock.  She loved to be on her knees with the hot shower water spraying on us.  She soaped my cock and balls, massaging and washing them, at length.  After she rinsed me, she did it again.  My now my cock was so hard it actually hurt.  After the shower, we dried each other off, we fell into her bed and made love, wonderful hot sex love.  My aching cock exploded about the time Keri climaxed.  It seemed the who world vibrated with us.

       Afterward, lying naked on the bed, we were basking in the glow of our love and wonderful sex life.  I had my arm around her, and she had her head on my chest while she was stroking my semi-erect cock.  She turned her head up to me and kissed me.

       “Jack, we have a problem.  Not a serous problem, but a problem.”

       I looked down at her, “What kind of a problem.  Are you alright?”

       Keri kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my rising cock, and replied, “The problem is with Eric.”

       “Was everything alright last night.  He didn’t injure you did he?”

       “No, nothing like that.  In fact, he was rather gentle with me.  He kept me bound, and spanked me a little, but mainly he want me to suck him and him to fuck me.”

       “Really?  You mean he didn’t whip you, and torture you in any way”, I asked.

       Keri shook her head, “No.  I expected him to, but it didn’t happen”, was her reply.

       “O.K., then what kind of a problem do we have.”

       “Jack, he tells me he is in love with me, and wants me to leave you and especially my slavery to you.”

       “HMMMmmmnnn…”, I replied.  “Go on, tell me more.  I thought he was really into BDSM”

       Keri continued to stroke my now erect cock, and answered, “Well, he is into bondage, but not the serious discipline and torture that you do with me.  He thinks you are too rough with me, too cruel.  We wants to save me from you, and marry me.  He even thinks we would make beautiful babies.”

       I didn’t quite know how to answer her.  I tried to formulate an intelligent answer as she kept stroking my cock.  It is hard to think when your heated cock is controlling you.

       “Keri, my sweet slave, you have created a problem.  You need to suck me off so I can think.”

       Keri giggled, and moved down my body and took my cock into her mouth.  In a minute or two, I exploded into her sweet mouth.  After a few minutes, my mind cleared and I could think.

       “Sweet Slave, I need to ask you a question”, I started.

       She kissed my cheek again, while holding my flagging cock, and replied, “Yessir, what is your question?”

       “Do like being my slave”, I asked.  “Do you like being my naked, bound, tortured sex slave.  Do you like when I am really rough with you, or when I give you to some else to torture and fuck you?  Do you like spending much of your life with my cock in your mouth, a whip on your ass, and have no choice about what happens to you?  It seems as time passes, your torments are more varied and more painful.  I have taken you deeper into sexual slavery than I thought possible.  I don’t think that will change.  You realize that this is our life for as long as we are together.  Because you are my sister, we can never have kids.  You will always be what you are now, a much loved and a much adored, much abused sex slave.  Are you happy with that?”

       Keri squeezed my semi-soft cock again.  I swear it was getting hard again.  “Jack, when we started this, I was young and impressionable.  You were the most beautiful thing in my life.  I would have done anything you wanted.  Even before the first time you fucked me, I had a deep feeling that I wanted to be a sex slave to you, possessed by you.  When you took me prisoner that day by the pool, I was so excited I thought I would pass out.  I was so excited, and turned on, I don’t really remember everything you did to me.  I only know I loved it, and could not get enough.  I wanted more of what you wanted to do to me.  I am still besotted with you, and what we do.” 

       “I did not know all the ramifications, but I have learned.  As we grew older, I realized that as long as I was with you, this is the way it is.  I can’t give you a reason why, but I love our life.  I love what you do to me, and with me.  There are moments when the pain is terrific that I would escape it if I could, but after the torture I know I would gladly submit to you again.  The predicaments you put me in are very painful at times, sometimes scary, but I am not sure I could live without that.   I really want what we have.  I just hope you never want to get rid of me.  I want to stay with you, no matter what you do with me.”

       Now my cock was hard again.  Her words and hands were magic.  She was mine, and my world was complete.  She kissed me again.

       “Keri“ I replied, “if I have to use force to keep you, even keep you as my prisoner, I will do it.  I want you forever.  We will be together for always.”

       Keri kissed me as she squeezed my cock again.  So help me God, the damned thing was hard again!

CONTINUED… 

       

 

Keri - Part Eight

       It was a couple of days before Eric called.  He wanted to come by and talk with me.  He did not mention the fact that he wanted Keri to go with him, to marry him.  I did not bring it up.  I had a plan.  Keri and I had talked about the best way to discourage Eric, or even to end the relationship with him.  She remembered reading the “Story of O”.  In that book, Sir Stephen had given O to a young man who was a friend of his.  This man fell in love with O and wanted to marry her.  Sir Stephen and O set up a little scene to let the young man know what their world was about.  I decided to do something similar.  It would be really rough on Keri, but she felt it would be the best.  Like O, Keri suggested this course of action.  I agreed.

       As arranged, Eric appeared at my door on Monday at about eight in the evening.  He was in for a revelation.  As instructed, Keri was wearing only her collar and a pair of red high heel shoes.  About a half hour before Eric arrived, I tied Keri’s wrists in front of her, then ran the rope though an eye bolt mounted in the ceiling of my living room.  I pulled the rope up tight, stretching her body taught, with her hands tied high above her head.  This eye bolt had been used many times to stretch Keri for a  whipping.  I gagged her with a penis gag, and using a rather large wooden dowel, I improvised by making it into a leg spreader.  Keri was standing with her legs spread, widely, and tied to the dowel ends so she would not be able to close her legs.  Her feet were fitted with the obligatory high heels.  Yeah, I have a fetish about high heels, and love the look it gives Keri’s legs, and the positioning of her body.  They make her stand straighter and causes her to hold her chest higher to better display her breasts.  Lastly, I put a pair of “butter fly” nipple clamps on her breasts.  Keri was uncomfortable, yet her pussy was hot and moist.  Her nipples and breasts were bathed in pain from these clamps.

       While waiting for Eric, I whipped Keri a little.  Just enough to leave pink lash marks on her ass, breasts and thighs  I wanted to set a mood.  I was wearing no clothing.  My cock was rigid.  I wanted Eric to know that I was Keri’s sexual master, as well as her love.  The door bell rang.  Eric had arrived.

       I opened the door and invited Eric into our house.  As mentioned, I was naked and carrying a medium weight multi-thronged whip in my right hand  Eric seemed somewhat surprised to find me thusly.  I think he was planning on just having a conversation with me about Keri.  Eric looked across the living room and saw Keri naked, and in strict bondage.

       Eric spoke, “What are you guys doing?”

       I replied, “Isn’t it obvious.  I am whipping Keri.  After that, who knows, some sucking, or maybe some fucking.  I haven’t decided to let her have a cum yet.  We’ll see how she responds to the whip.  Have a seat.”

       Eric seemed to be at a loss for words.  “Jack, I wanted to talk to you.”

       “O.K., but let me take care of Keri, then we can talk.”

       I raised my whip and brought it sharply against Keri’s ass.  She flinched and whimpered.  Again, and again I rained down harsh lashes against the silky skin of her sweet ass.  Soon Keri was crying, sobbing into her gag..  I moved my whip around to her breasts.  Soon her breasts were bouncing and shuddering under my whip.  I can’t remember the last time I whipped her this severely, maybe never.  Her breasts lurched and bounced under my whip.  Her nipples hardened and soon the silky soft skin of her breasts were covered with pink striations from my whip.  Eric was aghast, but he remained quiet. 

       I moved my whip down and started whipping her delicious thighs, both front and back.  She tried to “dance” away from my whip, but her bondage held her there.  Then, lastly, I brought my whip around to her beautiful pussy. 

       I raised the whip in the air, and brought it sharply down and up to her pussy.  The whip made a meaty splatting sound.  Keri jumped and screamed into  her gag.  With her legs spread, and tied that way, there was nothing she could do to avoid having her cunt pummeled by the whip.  Her body moved deliciously as she attempted to avoid being struck.  I was enjoying this action.  Keri was beautiful, and her movements and struggles only made my cock harder. 

       After about twenty lashes against the soft tissues of her pussy, I stopped.  Keri was sobbing heavily.  Reaching down, I slipped my finger into her pussy.  Even though this whipping had been severe, and she was still sobbing from the pain she had just endured, her cunt was hot, and very wet with her love juices.  She was aroused. 

       I gave her a minute to compose herself, while massaging and fingering her cunt.  When she had settled down and appeared to be enjoying my hand, I removed it.  Using the whip, I started to gently whipping her pussy.  This was not punishment.  I wanted arouse her.  In a minute or two, she was moving with the whip and moaning softly behind her gag.  I quickened the pace and made the lashes strike a little harder.  Her hips were moving as if she had a hard cock in her pussy.  I kept working the whip on her cunt until she was in the zone, and her climax was rapidly rising in her body.  Finally, when I felt she was ready, with one sharp painful blow against her overheated pussy, she exploded into a massive cum.  Keri screamed into her gag, while she was humping her hips like she was fucking an invisible lover.  I eased off on the hardness of the lashes, but kept up the cadence until she started to cum down off her climax.  Finally, she came back to earth as I was finger fucking her.  I removed her gag so she could breath better.  I gave her a drink of cold water to refresh her, then kissed her.  Keri had just experienced the hardest whipping she had ever had.  Her beautiful body was covered with whip marks and welts.  She had also experienced a crashing climax with nothing more than a whip on her cunt.  I kissed her tear streaked face.

       “What do you say, Slave”, I asked.

       “Oh, Jack, Sir, I love you.  I am your slave, and I love you.”

       I pulled the nipple clamps from her breasts.  Keri gritted her teeth and moaned with pain.

       I asked her, “Do you still love me?

       “Oh, yes sir”, was her tearful reply.

       “If I told you to suck Eric’s cock while I whipped you again, what would you say.”

       “JJ…Jack, Sir, I will do anything you want.  I am your slave.”

       “Keri, I am going to give you a chance for a reprieve.  Eric wants to marry you, to take you away from all this, to stop the pain and sexual abuse.  He says he loves you, and wants to save you.  If you want to go with him, I will untie you, now, and you can go, with my love and blessing.  If you want to stay here and be my slave, knowing you life will remain as it is, just ask me to whip your tits again.”

       Eric looked at Keri expectantly.  ‘Surely‘, he thought, ’She will choose to come with me and escape all this abuse’.

       Keri replied, her voice just above a whisper, “Jack, please kiss me…, kiss me and then whip my tits”.

       I hugged her abused body to mine, and kissed her.  My rigid cock was pressed against her taught belly  My hand moved down to her freshly abused breasts and squeezed them.  I moved my hand lower to her heated pussy.  It was wet and hot, and easily accepted my fingers.  I worked on her cunt some more, arousing her again.  As I stepped back to whip her breasts, I heard the front door close.  I turned around and saw that Eric was gone.  Keri noticed it, too.  I dropped my whip to the floor and turned to Keri, kissing her..

       “Aren’t you going to whip me breasts”, she whispered with a very serious look of lust on her face.  “I want you to whip my breasts.  I want you to make me your slave forever.”

       I hugged and kissed her again, then picked up my whip and brought it down hard across her breasts.  I watched these beauties bounce and shudder under my whip as Keri gasped with pain.  After about ten lashes on each breast, I did stop.  I walked up to her and slipped my cock into her steaming pussy.  In a matter of moments, we came.  It was an explosive cum.  It seemed to last forever.  I struggled to keep my knees from folding.  Keri was still strung up to the ceiling.  If she had been untied, she would have collapsed.  It seemed the bond between us was even stronger.  I loved Keri, and I knew she loved me.

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       After graduation, Keri and I have moved to another city, Chicago to be exact.  I had been offered a good job by a computer software company.  We live together as man and wife.  None of our friends know the secret we have.  We have never become involved with a single man again, although, there are a couple of married couples that we do “swing” with.  These people, like us, are heavily involved in sexual domination and BDSM.  Keri is more beautiful than ever, and is a marvelously submissive slave.  Anyone who knows us envies me for having such a pretty submissive wife.  The husbands in the couples we are involved with can’t seem to get enough of her.  Maybe, someday I will write about our experiences here in Chicago with these new friends.  Keri and I are still in love, and plan to be for the rest of our lives.  She will be my sex slave, forever.

THE END