My Sister, My Slave ; Chapter 1 : Interruption
#1 of My Sister, My Slave
This is an adult story involving incest and Domination/Submission. So you all know, legalities apply, Brea and Brittany Prince are copyrighted by me, Blackpaw Badger. Enjoy all you furverts!
A little info on ages and such.
Brea : Badger : 22
Brittany : Badger : 18
Marian : Otter : 21
Paul : Otter : 23
Travis : Timber wolf : 20
Brea and Brittany : My sister, my slave : Interruptions
Brittany Prince, an 18 year old badgeress enjoying her first summer of all out freedom from school, having graduated top of her class a mere 2 weeks ago, laid back on the bed in her sister's room. She knows she's not supposed to be there, "What the hell? What Brea doesn't know is more fun for me." She grins, thinking about how pissed off her sister was last time, annoying siblings is part of the deal, she thinks to herself, stretching out and then sitting up on the soft, fluffy bed, looking around, she grins, "Besides, what's in here that Brea wants to keep so secret anyway?" She chirrs with curiosity, grinning and peeking her head under the bed, pulling out some boxes and sorting through them a bit, "Old clothes. Shoes she buys but never wears. Nope. Nothing juicy here." she smiles, and slips off the bed, chirring softly, looking about and ginning as she sets eyes on the computer desk.
Picking up a few pieces of paper she looks through them, smiling a little, shaking her head as she finds only charts and graphs from her sister's work. She sets them down and chirrs softly in thought, turning her attention back to the boxes pulled from under the bed. She set to putting away the clothes, when her paw grazes something under the bed, hidden within the box springs. She lays down and reaches under, pulling out a tape, with a wide grin, "Busted.." She chirrs happily, walking over to Brea's TV and VCR set up, she pops the tape in and grab the remote, sitting back on the bed and turning on the equipment. She suddenly hears a loud moaning sound erupt from the speakers, and blinks, seeing her sister atop a femme otter who is tied down on all fours, with a male wolf in front of her. "Oh. My. GOD..." Brittany says under her breath, "Brea... Travis.. and ... Marian.." She shivers and blinks, her ears perking to a voice from behind the camera, "C'mon Mary... show them you love it.. you hot little slut.." The otter seems to suck harder at the wolf, her throat contracting gently as Brea pounds the otter's sex, a large strap on dragging in and out of the little femme. Brea smiles and speaks in her soft British accent, "Oh.. she's really enjoy herself, luv. Look at her.. your pet's sucking is really drive Travis there nuts.." She grins as she looks from the wolf, who is panting hard, his tongue rolling out of his mouth to the side, towards the cameraman, who Brittany realizes from the voice is a mutual friend, an otter named Paul.
Brittany is open mouthed, unable to believe her sister would be involved in something like this. She can't take her eyes off the screen, watching her sister pound away at the otter while the small framed woman drags at the wolf cock in her muzzle. Her moans and gasps stifled by the thickness. Brittany, watching the events, seeing the pain and pleasure in the otter-femme's eyes, her tongue lashing out against the side of the wolf's large member at times when he pulls away a bit, her own sister pounding away at the pussy of another female with a strap on. "Oh.. god.. no wonder she... is.. so secretive ..." She moans, panting as she watches the events, trembling and suddenly realizing her legs are spread, her own claws grazing against the labia of her soaking sex, she growls and releases the button of the slightly baggy jeans, flinging them off with a hard chirr, tearing off her own panties in a sudden rush of heat and spreading her legs wide, the powerful musk of her glands suddenly filling the room, her violet eyes locked on the screen as the positions change.
The wolf moves into position below the otter-girl her legs held apart by ropes now, attached to her collar to keep them from closing. Brea also takes a new position, removing the strap-on for a moment, chirring as she straddles the wolfs muzzle, facing the otter-girl, helping to lower the small woman upon the thick meat of the wolf. Brittany's eyes go wide as she fills herself with two fingers, the claws on the ends grazing her soft insides, sending little thrills of pleasure and pain through her as she watches the otter's eyes blossom in pain and squeeze shut as she is painfully stretched by 10 inches of the much larger wolfs rigid cock, the o-gag in her mouth wet with saliva, holding her mouth open allowing her to offer a small scream that fades into a lusty moan as she is lowered fully down to his balls. There's something about what she sees in the otter, the reactions, the obvious feelings of pain and intense pleasure she must be feeling, Brittany pants and closes her eyes, growling as she slips a third finger into her naturally tight hole, she chirrs gently, pumping hard, her palm grazing against her clit with each pump of her hand.
Brittany bucks hard, watching the otter guided by her sister pump up and down on the cock, as her sister suddenly lower herself onto the muzzle of the wolf, his cheeks puff out as Brea lowers down onto the wolf's large muzzle, filling her cunny with the wolf muzzle as he begins to breath from the corners of his mouth, grinning as the tight otter is slid down once more, eliciting another loud scream from her, and a obvious tremble. Brittany shivers and grits her teeth, feeling a small orgasm course through her at the sight of the otters pain. "Sssssaaaaaahhh!" She whispers, panting, watching the otter, pumping her fingers in and out of the sopping sex, her juices dribbling a little down her crotch and over her exposed tail hole, making small spots on the bedding. She growls a little and curls her fingers a bit, her claws grazing the insides of her sex as she moans out in pain, the feel of it causing her to tremble as she closes her eyes a little, not wanting to miss the action on screen, but unable to resist, wanting to lose herself in feelings. Her eyes focus a little to see her sister riding the muzzle of the wolf, while the otteress is once more impaled upon the wolf's large penis, she hazily realizes that there is now another member in the image, Paul, the male otter is now using the mouth of the 'pet' otter, as Brea gently begins to lick his balls, the otter-girl seems to be crying a bit, from the pain, but her eyes, filled with such heat and passion, she's loving it, the abuse, the pain, the absolute and erotic torture of being filled without her own will guiding the actions.
Brittany see the emotions, the feelings, and her mind begins to wander as she closes her eyes fully, the moans and gasps on the screen becoming reality in her mind as she is now the otter, being used, pulled, tortured, taken with her consent, but against her will. Her body is bound, her soul is on fire, and her cunt is dripping, soaking the balls of the unknown male beneath her, her muzzle is filled with a throbbing cock suddenly as her physical body begins to suck on the fingers of her other hand, and behind her in her lust filled dream state, her sister, licking her neck, nibbling against the fur, causing pain to shoot through her body gently, her sisters claws rake over the exposed nipples, causing Brittany to scream out in pain around the unknown cock in her mouth. Tears well in her eyes form the pain, as her pussy clenches with the power of the heat coursing through her body. She bucks hard against the bed, imagining feeling the cock below her about to explode, feeling it throb hard within her sex, her mind screaming for the creamy treat, to be filled, to milk it with her muscles, and be stuffed full of the goo form the unknown males ravaging her.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?!"
Brittany snaps out of it with a sudden rush of fear, opening her eyes, her sister Brea stands there, a look of absolute rage set into her face, her eyes narrowed into little slits, her purple suit half off as she was in the process of undressing. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BRIT?" Brea yells out, as Brittany suddenly curls up, hiding her burning face in her knees, "B.. Br..." She gasps out, shivering, when suddenly she feels Brea on her, and a sudden rush of fear make her lash out, smacking her sister in the face. Brittany looks up with sheer horror, feeling the sting of her hand as suddenly she is flipped up such force that she is suddenly dizzy for a moment, then she finds herself draped across Brea's lap, the elder sister's paw on her neck. Brittany meeps, closing her eyes, trembling hard then jumps at the sound of her sister's anger, "What gives you ANY right to look through my stuff? Much less watch these tapes!"
"Brea! I'm Sorry!!!" Brittany cries out, trembling hard on her sisters lap, "Please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry! So Sorry! I won't do it again! Brea PLEASE!!!" She cries out suddenly, trembling hard when she feels her sisters hand against her head softly, "Calm down." Brea speaks in a commanding tone, and Brittany can't help but listen, her attention fully on her sister as she tries to calm her trembling, the paw on her head sending a strange, soft wave of warmth through her. "Brittany." Brea begins, "This is my room, my stuff. You've had no right to intrude on my privacy, little girl."
Brittany winces at these words, but suddenly finds herself helpless to resist, "I.. I.. know.. .. I was.. curious.. .." She shivers softly, panting out in nervousness, and perhaps a little bit of anticipation now. She feels Brea move and hears a sounds like something being drawn out form under the bed, then something hard against her ass as her tail is raised out of the way, and she hears her sister once more, "It's a paddle, Brit. Wooden, with hard metal studs in it. It's also got something else on the other end. A small dildo, big enough to feel, but nothing like a vibrator. Did you see the part where I used this on Marian?" Brittany swallows hard and shakes her head, "N.. No." She feels the paddle move a little, prying her legs apart as the cold metal of the studs brush her lips softly, she feels her sister tremble a little, a reaction from the sudden release of musk into the air from the excitement of her sister, "She loved it, Brit. You know why? because she's a slave, she's my slave. Travis' slave. Paul slave. Our toy, sister." The paddle caresses over the young badger's lips a bit, as the femme trembles on her sister's lap, "It's used for pain and discipline. To teach bad little girls to behave themselves. You've been a very bad girl, little sister." Brea snarls softly to emphasize the point, making her sister tremble
"I... have.. been.. ..." she trails off, unable to speak more, from all the feelings within her body, the raging emotions, and the rush of heat at feeling herself reprimanded and scolded like some child who did wrong. "What did you enjoy, Sister?" she hear the elder ask, "Tell me.." she removes the paddle form her sister's cunny and grins a little, lifting it away from her ass, "While I give you your punishment." And, before Brittany can react, the paddle is brought down against her firm rump hard, Eliciting a loud and slightly strangled cry from the younger badger, "OOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!" Brittany grits her teeth, feeling the paddle pull back and gasps, suddenly feeling a strong rush of pleasure within the pain, she trembles hard, "I... I..." she feels the paddle smash again her bum once more, making her scream again, "I WANT TO BE HER!... I WANT TO BE USED!!!" She yells out, as the paddle begins to slap against her ass over and over, "I WANT TO BE SHAGGED LIKE THAT! TIE ME DOWN! I WANT... I WANT.." She cries out hard as Brea slaps her over and over her pussy flooding with juices, the musky scent filling the room with each slaps as Brittany's pleasure build with the harsh pain, she trembles through a few more whacks of the paddle, feeling the studs sting her like nothing else ever has, feeling the overwhelming pain and pleasure building in her body, her sex flowing freely, her hole tightening hard as she feels her sister grab her throat in a powerful and almost threatening manner, hearing the growl from her sister and feeling the paddle leave it's mark once more, then cease as the tapered penis-like tip of the paddle, near the handle is suddenly pressed up into her cunt. Brittany suddenly trembles as her sex clenches around the invading paddle tip, "I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE!!!!!!" She screams in the release, grinding back against the penis tip of the paddle handle, her juices gushing form her cunt, dribbling down her legs and over her sisters legs as well.
Brittany lays there, glowing in the aftermath of this encounter, panting hard and trembling, crying softly and tightening her muscles against the toy within her. "Brittany." she hears and looks over her shoulder, seeing her sisters soft face, the blue eyes of her sister, cascading golden hair, and the gentle, warming smile on her lips, "Are you serious?" the younger badger nods gently, panting hard, "I... am.. I want.. this..." she speaks softly, lowering her eyes, "My sister.. My... Mistress."
Brea chirrs gently and begins to pets her sisters back, softly, smiling as she gently removes the toy from her little sisters depths, reaching down a finger and rubbing the soft lips gently, chirring warmly to the girl on her lap, checking the clock and nodding, "C'mon girl. It's almost 8:00. Mum and Dad'll be home soon. We need to get you cleaned up." She smiles softly and let the girl rest for a few more moments, then picks her up and cradles her close, walking out of the room and into the bathroom with her, chirring all the while as Brittany clings to her newfound mistress.
Brea sits at her computer later in the night, talking on the phone, grinning to herself as she places an order to be sent to her friend, Travis', house. "Yeah, Travis. They'll be there in a few days, I've ordered a few more things too... yeah.. a new collar and a few other toys. What? ... oh! not for Marian. We've got a new little toy to play with now, mate." She grins to herself, looking over her shoulder at the woman sleeping in her bed. "My Sister." she chirrs gently, "My slave."
** END! **
Hope you all enjoyed this.. there will be more coming soon.. I enjoy writing, and I hope you all enjoy reading the smut I produce as much as you love my artwork ^_^ Comments or Questions? I'm on the messengers, so don't hesitate to add me!
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