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Chapter 9 by Testytesterton Testytesterton

Do you dress naughty or nice?

Naughty

You decide that Brad has probably seen his fill of bad girls, so you will just have to be badder and sluttier than any he's ever met.

You practice putting on your sister's make up until you stare back at cherry red lips so glossy and wet they make you wish you could suck on them. You smile imagining Brad smear them with his hungry kisses and hungrier cock. Your blush is painted on so bright it gives a mocking illusion of shame, and a shameless invitation to try and make your cheeks burn brighter. Your smoky eye shadow and thick mascara give you a hungry, haunted look, and you know Brad will love seeing it run down your cheeks as he chokes you on his cock.

You slide the sheer nylon thong over your hard clit and between your soft cheeks and you can't wait to feel something harder replace it. Fishnet stockings give your naturally smooth legs an alluring appeal, and you imagine wrapping them around Brad's sinewy back as you pull him deeper inside you. You cinch the leather corset with a whimper, admiring the way it pushes up your chest and gives you the illusion of little jail bait titties. You complete the look with a leather chocker emblazened with "SLUT" in rhinestones. "Fuck subtlety" you hiss seductively at your reflection. You want to audition to be your brother's bitch, you should look the part.

You find Brad back on the couch, still naked, a sheen of sweat kissing his glistening muscles. He's barely noticing the cock filled cumslut on the screen and he's stroking his hard cock as if on autopilot. You decide to get his attention. You slink in front of the screen, crawling on all fours, swaying your ass in an exaggerated gait to announce your intentions. You get close enough to give his cock a loving kiss, and instead give it a little flick. "Hey, fag, what's the matter? Can't cum to girls anymore?"

SMACK

Suddenly you are staring up at him from the floor, your jaw aching and your head swimming. You notice with a sick smile that your clit just dribbled a little sissy pre-spurts in your panties. "What did you just call me, faggot?!" Brad lifts you by your neck, your lips practically resting on his. You can't resist seductively sucking on his lower lip, drawing a low moan...and then blood as you bite into it.

THWAP

You are looking up at a familiar view, Brad's furious glare, but you notice with a sicker smile, that you aren't the only one with a leak. You catch a drop of his pre on your eager tongue. He stares stunned, and you pounce at his hesitation, swallowing his cock until you feel his pubes tickle your nose, then slowly, lovingly pulling off before planting a soft kiss on kiss cockhead, leaving your mark. You look up at him with doe eyes and coo sweetly, "I called you a faggot...faggot"

SMACK

THWACK

CRACK

You are beginning to love this view. Brad is fuming over you, furious, and so hard and dripping. He doesn't bother to lift you up this time, he's apparently decided he likes you better on the floor, and you can't help but agree. He plants a foot on your face and lifts your ass in the air. You lie, helpless, your bully brother's cock shoving aside the flimsy fabric of your thong and forcing its way inside you. Your beatiful bloodied lips and pantied clit drool dumbly. You feel an orgasm bubbling up inside you, threatening to pop you. You consider your next words very carefully. "Cuh cuh can't you fuh fuh fuck me any harder than that, FAGGOT!?"

Brad takes the bait and then some. Your body is crushed under the weight of his massive frame and relentless pounding cock. You feel your sissy squirts **** from your clit painfully by your brother's brutal cock. You cry out in anguished ecstasy, begging for mercy you hope he won't give you...and he doesn't. Brad hammers you into the floor, writhing and moaning in a puddle of your own sissy spurts. Your twisted mind confusing agony and ecstasy until they are joined in one wet, wanting kiss. You can't tell where the orgasm ends and the endorphins flooding your battered body begins. Pleasure and pain are both drooling over your brother's cock and you are caught in the middle, cumming and convulsing and lost in the brutal bliss.

You lose track of how many times you've blacked out...or cum...and you aren't sure there's a difference anymore. By the time Brad fills you with his cum and leaves you in a helpless heap, you know you've become his broken...bimbo...bitch. He wipes his cock clean in your hair then pulls you back up by it until you are kissably close again. "What did you call me, bitch?"

You give him a soft, loving kiss. This time he draws moans, then blood from biting down on your bottom lip. You lap it up. "I called you, Master." Brad smiles, and you can tell he's already devising a plan to "punish" you for your disobedience. You only hope it's as twisted as what you're imagining.

How does he punish you?

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