Sarah comes to the rescue

Time passed slowly, and you were already starting to lose touch with reality. At first, you tried to keep your cool and focus on finding a way out of this situation, but the machine worked methodically and did not give you the slightest break to collect your thoughts. After a few hours, you stopped perceiving reality. And at that moment, when the mind was ready to crack, the mechanism was turned off.

The bonds loosened and someone's hands helped you get up and get to the shower. As you stepped into the shower, the cold water brought you back to reality. You turned around and saw Sarah, your sister.

She stood and looked at you, concern flashing across her face. “Hello,” she said quietly, coming closer. "Are you okay?"

You managed a weak smile. - "Yes, I just had a hard day".

Sarah nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine. Look, I know your whole life has been turned upside down lately, but you'll get used to it."

You appreciated her words, but your heart was pounding in your chest. What she said may be true, but it's exactly what you were afraid of. You didn't want to get used to it. The idea filled you with fear. You felt like a puppet on strings, manipulated by forces beyond your control. You wanted to regain control of your life. But Sarah didn't seem to understand your plight. After that event in the room, she was sure that making you a **** was absolutely the right decision. Now that she has taken control of you, she will make sure that she does not lose it. The events of the last few days were just an unexpected surprise for her, but a pleasant surprise. You couldn't run away from her anymore. Everything was just perfect in her opinion.

The water flowed over your body, washing away the dirt of the last few days. The warmth enveloped you and brought you comfort after the cold indifference of the car. Sarah stood next to you, watching with concern. She offered a towel to help you dry off. You accepted her offer, grateful for the human connection.

“Hey,” she said quietly, smiling, “would you like to have lunch together?”

You hesitated, still unsure if you could trust her. But you agreed.

Sarah smiled warmly. "Great! Let's go to the kitchen."

She waited until you were dressed in one of your least revealing outfits and went upstairs. You entered the kitchen and found that no one was there. Sarah immediately went to the refrigerator and, opening it, began rummaging through the contents. Finally she pulled out two plates of food. She put one on the table, and the second she put on the floor. You looked at her, confused.

“Why are you putting one plate on the floor?”

Sarah looked at you. "Well, I figured you'd be hungry too, considering everything that's happened." Sarah answered, and there was irritation in her voice.

You stared at her, stunned by her words. “You can’t seriously expect me to eat off the floor like a dog,” you retorted, anger building inside you. "I'm not a pet, Sarah, I'm your brother!"

Sarah's eyes narrowed as her anger grew. “I thought Mom and Сrystal had gone too far, but it seems I was wrong.” Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, her tone becoming harsh. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, her tone becoming harsher. “It seems you have not yet learned how to behave properly with your mistress.” Sarah sighed heavily, as if burdened by your stubborn refusal to accept your situation. "Looks like I'll have to give you some lessons."

You looked at her dumbfounded. Your sister, whom you once considered gentle and kind, has suddenly turned into a different person. Her eyes sparkled with displeasure and her posture radiated authority. You flinched away from her, sensing the danger lurking in her gaze.

“On your knees, ****,” Sarah commanded sharply and pressed a button on the remote control.

An electric shock shot through the collar around your neck, causing you to collapse onto your hands and knees. Sarah watched the scene unfold before her with a grin, enjoying the feeling of power over you.

"Don't worry, I'll show you how to be a good boy," she whispered seductively. She pulled out her dick and started jerking it. Her expression darkened, the lustful glint in her eyes intensifying.

Sarah came closer and stood right in front of you. You instinctively tried to get up, but the collar around your neck sent another jolt through your body, causing you to fall back to the floor. Sarah smirked, enjoying the power she had over you. "I'm going to teach you a lesson," Sarah muttered. She grabbed your hair, forcing your head back. "Do you understand?"

You looked at the unfamiliar image of Sarah and said. “W-why are you doing this?”

Sarah chuckled darkly, a sinister smile appearing on her face. “Because,” she purred, leaning close to your ear, “you need to understand your place.” Her grip tightened, holding you tightly in place. “Sarah, please,” you begged, your voice shaking. "Let me go." Her expression changed and became a little ****.

“Oh, sweet brother,” she cooed, “I won’t let you go until you learn your lesson, for your own good.”

Sarah's hand moved down, gripping your chin tightly. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, tightening her grip. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. "Do it now, or I'll squeeze your throat until you can't breathe."

You reluctantly parted your lips, revealing your ****, trembling mouth. Sarah's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She slowly pulled down her pants, revealing her throbbing, erect penis. You knew what would happen next and you were afraid of it. The hot tip of her penis touched your lips, sending shivers down your spine. Sarah pushed against you, causing your mouth to open wider. You struggled, but the grip of your hair and the collar around your neck kept you in place. You moaned in protest, but no one heard your pleas. Sarah's powerful grip on your hair pulled your face towards her throbbing erection. In a quick motion, she slid her massive cock between your lips, invading your mouth. You tasted the bitter taste of her precum. The pressure increased and your jaw stretched wide as she pushed her cock deeper. With every agonizing inch, you feared your jaw would break, but Sarah continued tirelessly.

“Suck it,” she demanded, grinning wickedly. “Show me how much you want to serve me.”

You reluctantly complied, your tongue dancing around his cock.

Sarah moaned, her hips jerking involuntarily. Every time you pulled away, her cock would easily slide out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“Good boy,” Sarah cooed, leaning down to stroke your hair. “I see you are starting to learn your lessons.”

When she took your dick out of her mouth, you were coughing and spitting. Tears streamed down your face. Sarah smiled slyly, licking her lips, admiring her work.

“Look at you,” she mocked, “you're all out of breath and **** for more.”

Her hands gripped your hair even tighter and she **** her dick into your mouth. “I fucking love it,” she croaked, “and I’m just getting started.” Your face contorted in pain. Each thrust pushed the limits of your endurance. Sarah held you where she wanted you and didn't let you go.

"Just relax." She giggled, her voice filled with feigned sympathy. “Accept your fate. Enjoy the trip." You could barely breathe, the weight of Sarah’s massive cock still lodged in your throat.

“You’re doing so well,” Sarah cooed, her voice a sickening mixture of sweetness and cruelty. “Keep sucking, baby.”

Sarah squeezed my hair, forcing your head down until her cock was deep in your throat. You started to ****, but she held you tightly in place.

“That’s it,” she whispered in a low and seductive voice. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

You could barely answer. Your brain was clouded by the physical and emotional torment your body was enduring. You wanted to resist, to push her away, but something held you back. Your body treacherously responded to her advances, submitting to her will. Sarah, your sister, turned into a cruel and merciless mistress who took pleasure in taking advantage of your vulnerability. The thought of her controlling you, owning you, was strange. And despite your growing resentment, you couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that coursed through your veins.

“You’re doing great slut,” Sarah said.

Sarah's voice was now a low, guttural whisper. The sharp edges of her nails dug into your scalp, causing waves of pain to course through your body. However, you continued to suck. She moaned above you, her hips rocking wildly.

“That’s all,” she growled, her voice hoarse from tension. “Suck it harder, little brother.”

Sarah's cock pulsed in your mouth, filling your senses with the intoxicating scent of her arousal. You knew she was close, her climax coming with every painful thrust.

“I’m going to cum,” she shouted, raising her voice. “Suck it, baby.”

You redoubled your efforts, your tongue working feverishly over her sensitive flesh.

“Harder,” Sarah breathed, her voice shaking with lust. "Make me cum."

You obeyed, sucking harder, your teeth lightly grazing her sensitive tip. The sensation pierced her heart, causing her to moan loudly.

“Yes, that’s right,” she breathed, tightening her grip on your hair.

“Hell yeah... Just like that.”

Sarah's hips jerked wildly as her cock plunged deeper into your mouth. Her movements became chaotic, her breathing intermittent and heavy.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped.

The moment you felt that she was ready to fill your throat with cum, she took out her dick and pointed it at the plate of your food lying on the floor. A stream of hot sperm gushed out, splashing the plate and covering the food in white drops. You watched as the cum hit the salad, pasta and bread with an audible sound.

“Finish your meal,” Sarah ordered in a smug and triumphant voice. “Eat every bite.”

You looked at the plate of food, disgust growing inside you. The image of your sister's cum mixing with your food was enough to shut you up. But Sarah's merciless gaze glared at you, demanding obedience. You hesitated, knowing full well that disobedience would lead to worse consequences.

“Go ahead,” Sarah urged, her voice softening slightly. "I'm sure it's delicious."

You shook your head, unable to bring yourself to swallow the vile mixture.

Sarah's smile widened, her gaze piercing you like a dagger. “Is this the challenge I see in your eyes?” - she asked in a cold and dangerous voice. “It looks like you haven’t decided on your place yet.”

With a flick of her wrist, she activated the collar on your neck, causing a painful shock that left you breathless.

“It looks like Сrystal was right that your training needs to be stepped up. I think the trip will do you good.

In the future I plan to create several different ways of developing the plot and will be very grateful for comments and suggestions.