I'm your brother!

“What? No, your...” Her voice trailed off as your hands rose, a purplish light seemed to dance through the air as it traveled from your hand to her forehead, “Christ... Stealing my stuff again?”

She said this as a seemingly exaggerated look of annoyance came over her face. Her stare unnerving you before she suddenly darted forward and gripped your hand, pulling you into your room and throwing you onto your bed with unexpected strength.

“Now, now, If you continue to take my stuff, and dress like that, I should punish you like the bad girl you act like.”

She said as you fell face-first onto your mattress. The sudden motion stunning you for a moment before you start to push up before being denied as your sister brings a hand against your back and, somehow, has the strength to push you back down.

“Stop! Let me...” You are interrupted by a much heavier weight suddenly plopping down on you. Shifting your body, you see that your sister had climbed onto the bed and sat on your back like you were a cushion. Your sister was not big by any means, but you could not find the strength to push her off, her body effectively pinning you down. While the pressure of her on top of you was uncomfortable a large part of that was the feeling of your hard dick **** against the bed. The weight on your back was more of a soft ache... that almost felt good, like the feeling after a good workout.

The Succubus... She is trying to make me like it! With a renewed vigor, you tried again to push yourself up, muscles tensing underneath their latex bondage, trying to counteract what was undoubtedly the she-devils drain upon your strength.

Oh god! A massive twinge of pleasure comes from your buttocks, the pleasure seeming to vibrate through the latex, teasing your trapped manhood with such a strange sensation. A pleasurable, and distinctively feminine, moan of pleasure releasing itself from your lips as your sister smirks above you. In her hands, a black paddle with hearts of pink embedded in it.

“I think ten should do it.”

The second is much like the first, your manhood tight and constrained in its bondage and unwanted pleasure, the stinging yet sensual sensation in your backside and...

SLAP!

A small part of your mind hangs on to rational thought, noticing a new feeling different from any other with each paddle strike upon your rear. The feeling spreading into your core with each hit.

SLAP!

It's like a sensation in a part of your body you never knew you had.

SLAP!

The thought flies away as you near an edge... a feeling of a hand wrapping around your dick and rubbing. The succubi manipulated the latex prison.

SLAP!

It squeezes tightly the sensation threatening to release.

SLAP!

Yet... you cannot... the hand rubbing trapped dick slick with precum but...

SLAP!

For some maddening reason, you can't go over the edge. The need to cum is overwhelming, but yet release is escaping you. You don't even notice as the feeling of latex fades from one of your hands, the brief mumbling from your possessed lips, or a note of surprise in the voice of your sister.

As you start to notice the lull from your sister, the hand speeds up it's pumping, and the suction upon your nipples from the trapped clamps increase. They allow no respite in your pleasurable suffering. Release... you need it so bad that it's hard to think.

“P-please.” You turn up towards your sister. Her eyes seem unnaturally focused as her gaze seems to pierce right into your core, a swath of almost sloppily shaped latex wrapped around her arm with thin tendrils reaching up to a haphazardly shaped collar along her neck, almost like someone painted her skin with thick watercolors that ran down the neck.

She grinned, almost creepily wide before she spoke aloud. Her voice mingling with that of the succubus contained in your latex suit.

“Admit that you are a bad girl... that you need to be punished.”

Doubt strung in your mind, but the pleasure was so crushing and without relief that you gave in, part of you knowing that you would regret it.

“I'... I'm a bad girl... please punish me.”

SLAP!

You could feel the release blossoming forth from your manhood as your climax made your vision go white. A strange... energy seemed to start filling you... with a satisfying fullness from a what felt like a previously unknown need being met, a sense of satisfaction, before suddenly it seems redirected, almost like a meal being taken awhile after a few bites.

“Delicious... Is it not?”

Then the darkness takes you.