Goddess

As horny as you were your work here had just begun. Fiona had been wise to have you slake your lust with Chloe earlier in the day, even still you were randy as hell. You embrace that energy and use it.

You rise your whip hand up once more. Fiona, more determined than ever to take her punishment, steels herself for the stinging kiss of leather.

Reaching out you hook your index finger under the hanging chain between her nipple clamps. You slowwwwly pull the chain taut. Her breasts rise and her nipples stretch.

"Nnnngh!" She groans through clenched teeth. She tried to bear it stoically but the pain must have been immense. "Ahhhhh...nnngh!"

Unlike before, this time you hold it there testing her endurance. 20...40...60 seconds.

"MMMMMM!" Fiona squirms and pulls helplessly against her cuffs. She tries to lean in and bend her body to ease the pressure but as she does so you keep the tension constant. Before long she arched out toward you to her limit and held there. You watch her body quiver as her muscles start to fatigue. Her face twists in agony. "M-master!"

"Yes?" You ask calmly.

She thinks better of whatever she was about to say and instead lets out a gasp of pain. "Ah hahh! Ahhh!"

You watch carefully. Her nipples, while pinched and stretched to the limits, were not being damaged thanks to the rounded rubber. When you think she's hit her limit...you pull harder!

"AHHHH!"

With a final brutal tug you pull the clamps straight off of her. The unforgiving clamps snap from her tender flesh.

"HAHHHH! Oh shi...." She holds herself back from swearing. She tries to double over, she tries to reach to shield herself, but the bonds keep her writhing and exposed.

Her beasts fall back to their natural shape, her nipples now red and puffy. You toss the clamps back onto the bed.

"Owww." She moans under her breath.

Another tremble runs through your sister, her brave demeanor shaken but not broken. After a moment of gasping and gathering herself she straightens up once more. God damn you were proud of her.

Stepping in you cup a breast in your left hand. Leaning down you very tenderly lick the nipple that had to be still screaming with pain. Very gently you lap along the left of the swollen nub and then the right. You finish with a light kiss to it. Shifting over you do the same with the other.

"...ohhhh..." Fiona sighs, from your vantage point looking down her body you see her cock begin to swell. Inside you are laughing. Tough prickly bitchy Fiona...liked it gentle. The pain she endured as she must, even welcoming it, but it was these soft caresses that got her body excited sexually. You would store this knowledge for later, perhaps tonight or another, once the hard stuff was done.

Taking a step back you spin the flogger that you still held in your right hand. Fiona stares straight ahead.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

"Ah! Ohhh! Tsss!" She yelps on each impact.

Left and right the flogger leaves behind stripes of pink hued pain. You strike her breasts and her chest, her shoulders and her sides.

..thwip.thwip.thwip.thwip..

The stinging tips tap her outstretched arms and armpits.

"Hahhhhhh!" She mewls.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Standing to her left side you swing around to flog her back.

"Mmmmohhhmmm." She moans in a low wail of agony.

You move from one place to another at your leisure. Sometimes you would focus on a spot, her left tit in particular gets a hell of a beating, and other times you move from body part to body part with no warning. You flog the fuck out of your older sister, inflicting more pain on her over the course of a half hour than you had experienced yourself over your whole lifetime. Not once does she appear even close to using the safeword, though you are careful to listen for it. Each place you went to you left her pale skin in a rosy glow, making the words disappear as you had with her thighs. BITCH, BAD GIRL, MOTHER FUCKER, WHORE, SADIST, and so many others, all taken from her at the cost of physical suffering. The words on her face and cock you leave alone, the areas were too sensitive.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

It was eerily quiet now, just the sound of suede on flesh. Fiona had stopped vocalizing her pain sometime ago. She continued to stare ahead though her eyes were distant and unfocused. She barely flinched anymore. Occasionally a shudder would run through her body, but otherwise she showed you no signs of feeling your blows. No longer did she stand by her own power, most of her weight now hung heavy from the metal frame. Her lips were parted and drool began to ooze from the side of her mouth. She barely seemed there at all.

THWAP! Her right breast bounces to the merciless impact. Not a peep comes from her, not even a flinch this time. You worry she might pass out.

You stop. "Talk to me my ****." You say in a soft voice.

The wide dark pupils of her hazel eyes partially focus once more, her head sways as if she were drunk. You could see what she was trying to focus on. The one large area you still hadn't touched. **** still unblemished across her stomach. This was the one word you allowed for herself. This was her greatest sin. You left it for last on purpose.

"P-p-please...Sir..." Her trembling voice begs. "...t-take it...away. T-t-take my...shame...my sin... I hate it! I h-h-ate it! M-master...p-please!"

Tears stream down her cheeks. You could see this wicked crime stained her soul as the marker ink stained her flesh. She bore it as an anchor around her otherwise proud spirit. Deep in your heart you knew. Seeing your sister's suffering...you knew. It could only be one person. There is flicker of rage as you think about this heinous act being committed on your little sister...but it is short lived. Elsie had brought her here, Elsie had done Fiona up for you, and the two had spent the day together. You realized now Fiona had made peace with her little sister before giving herself to you. Admirable if overdue. Knowing El like you did you knew she would forgive Fiona, yet the blight upon your older sister's heart remained. It must be taken from her, torn from her forcibly. Pain was the only way she could truly understand and you were the only person who could give it to her.

You take a deep breath and choose your words carefully. "You have made your peace with Elsie?"

Fiona lurches with heavy a sob. Her head hangs low, her sweat soaked blonde hair hangs down over her face. "She...is too p-pure..."

"Answer me." You say firmly yet gently.

"Y-yes..S-Sir...she...f-f-forgave...m-m-m..."

You put a finger to her lips. "Shhh. It's okay." Lowering your hand you say. "I will take this from you Fiona. When I am finished your discipline will be complete. You will be cleansed. I will collar you and you will have earned it. You will forgive yourself Fiona. Do you hear me? This sin will no longer be yours to bear."

She nods as best she can and whispers pathetically. "Take...it...away."

Crying, pleading, drooling, barely holding onto consciousness, bound, helpless, in agonizing pain both physical and mental, completely exposed in body and soul...this was truly Fiona's lowest point and you had never loved her more. She was your goddess, now and forever.

Another deep breath. You could not go soft on her now. She needed you more than ever. You concentrate. Elsie...Fiona **** Elsie...Fiona hurt your best friend in the world...your little sister...precious funny silly wonderful Elsie...FIONA **** ELSIE!

The leather handle of the flogger creaks as your grip tightens with barely controlled hatred. Your hand is brought up high and behind you. Your furious gaze focuses on the crimson letters scrawled over the flesh of this human piece of trash.

****

You let the word sink in then let your hand fly.

CRACK!