Sucktoy's predicament

Sucktoy Doe couldn't believe what was happening.

Her body was more or less her own. (Her brother-Master had made her assets grow all through college, but explained it away as a delayed growth spurt. Still, she didn't have anything like a third boob or a second pair of arms or a tongue dangling to her cleavage.)

Her mind was her own. (Aside from whatever commands her brother-Master might have implanted in her that she thought were her own thoughts, which he'd amply demonstrated he could do--and she had no idea if thinking of him as "brother-Master" was his idea or something that had happened naturally to her. Still, she did know that there were no commands in her mind that were definitely his.)

She was clothed. (Normally her brother-Master **** her to be naked, but today she was allowed pasties!)

And she could both talk and read, unlike her friends. Nadia's father felt that his daughter had no need of literacy, while June and Danielle's fathers didn't think they should be allowed to talk in public. (Normally her brother-Master would do both, at least since her graduation, except for the occasional thing he **** her to say, but today he'd apparently decided that wasn't so important.)

"So come on, spill," said Nadia, asking the question on all of her friends' minds. "What really did happen at college? John didn't control you as much as he obviously does now, and with that and the 'growth spurt'... come on. I know women are stupid sluts, but we're not that stupid."

Sucktoy didn't answer. Not because she didn't want to, but because she literally couldn't--one of her brother-Master's permanent commands. She knew that if anyone were to find out about the "She Wants It" provision, things would go very badly for him--and hence also for her, since she had no idea of how another owner might treat her, whereas she'd at least gotten used to the more **** tastes her brother-Master had. But she'd proven she was too stupid to be trusted with not blurting out something like that, by going to the same college as her brother-Master, and so it was, quite properly, his place to tell people whatever cover story he cared to. She'd just get him in trouble and so, unlike most of his restrictions, this was one with which she was in full agreement. The rest she simply tolerated, not having any choice in the matter.

"Come on," she said instead, "let's see what new toys are in sto--" she began, turning toward a BDSM store, when she felt her brother-Master's presence in her mind.

He wanted her. She had **** but to obey. She could no longer talk, no longer read, no longer move of her own volition. All she could do was observe as a passenger as her body went off in response to her brother-Master's commands, walking, she knew, unerringly toward him.

"Hey, wait up!" called Nadia, and her friends walked a little faster to catch up. Sucktoy didn't acknowledge them--not because she didn't want to, but because her body was no longer hers to control. She was going to go to her brother-Master, and he was going to stick his wet-but-hard cock in her twat. He wanted a pussy to fuck, and hers was the one he always liked using. If she was lucky, he'd pull out and spray his load in her mouth, though. Sometimes he had a hard time remembering her cum addiction.

But when she started fondling his cock with her hand, getting him fully erect again, she discovered to her horror that her friends had decided enough was enough, that they were going to take matters into their own hands and try to break her free of her brother-Master. Freeing--or even attempting to free--any woman was a terrible crime already, and one of the few things that could get a woman subjected to the same sort of restrictions under which Sucktoy lived. To try to free someone already so bound...

Her horror became sheer panic and terror as she felt her mother claw at her belt, and then her brain shut down from the fright as her aunt stopped her political screed mid-sentence to point at the group and declare that that was what all women should be doing.

She knew their efforts were futile. Worse than futile. Numbly, Sucktoy impaled her cunt on her brother-Master's dick.