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His Canvas

     Alan couldn’t believe it.  He had been kind enough to
ditch out on his friends to come pick up his younger sister
at the mall because her ride fell through – if she had ever
had one in the first place, which he doubted – and now she
was standing around chatting with her friends as he waited
in the car.  She knew he was there – their eyes had met when
he pulled up.  Their parents had called him on his cell and
told him how Donna had called up and said her ride wasn’t
going home until later – Alan figured it was just Donna
trying to stay out past her curfew – she was 15 and was
supposed to be home by ten.  Of course his parent’s made him
go pick her up despite his plans.  He, being 18, didn’t have
a curfew, not really – let us know if you’ll be out past
midnight, and give us a time you think you’ll be in.  That
was it.  And now he was here, dealing with the brat.

     He was pissed, obviously, to get dragged away to pick
her up.  He had always been the good one, and her the snotty
little bitch whom some how got spoiled.  She was
manipulative and just so cute and adorable when she wanted
to be.  Hell, Alan spoiled her as much as their parents had
– it had been hard not to.  Now she was a little princess,
or so she thought.

     He glared at her from the car, his temper rising.  She
and her little friends were all whored up, looking like so
celebrity slut or hooker on the corner.  Small hoochie
skirts to show off legs, tight little shirts exposing the
small cleavage they had and the super skinny, anorexic look
that seemed to be so cool amongst girls these days, sadly.
Worse still, she was smoking a cigarette right in front of
him.  She even turned his way when she blew smoke out just
to show what she was doing.
     
     He laid his hand on the horn, startling everyone
standing in the outside lounge area where all the ‘cool’
kids hung out.  He wasn’t waiting for her.  If she didn’t
come now, he’d pick her up and throw her in the car.
     
     Donna tossed her cig to the ground and hustled over to
the car.  “What the fuck is your problem?”
     
     Alan was not in the mood.  “Shut up.  And watch your
mouth.  I’m doing you a favor, Donna.”
     
     “Whatever.  Be a favor if you didn’t show up.  And what
the fuck is with the fucking horn?  God, you are such an
embarrassment.”
     
     “Listen,” Alan shouted back.  He usually just put up
with her lip, but he was annoyed now, and his tone shocked
her.  “I am not your chauffer.  I was out with my friends
tonight and I came to pick you up for Mom and Dad.  I don’t
want to hear it from you.”
     
     “Yeah, whatever.  You and your lame-ass friends.
Probably sitting around jerking each other off.”
     
     “Better than tramping around the mall looking like a
hooker.”
     
     “Fuck you!  Course you’d think I looked like a hooker.
Shit, bet the only way you could even get laid is if you
paid for it, and she’d probably charge you extra.”  Donna
didn’t mean that, she just said it cause she was mad.  She
actually thought her brother was rather handsome, and she
liked his friends – they had always been nice to her.
“Least I’m popular.”
     
     “Yeah, cause that’s all that matters in life.”
     
     “Yeah!  And guys want me!  They think I look hot.”
     
     “Guys want to fuck you cause you look like a little
slut!”  Alan rarely used the “f” word, especially around
family, but he was pissed off.
     
     “So?  What if they do?  What if I want to fuck them?  I
do what the hell I want!”
     
     Her yelling at him like that let him get a whiff of her
breath.  Alcohol.  “You’ve been drinking?”
     
     “Yeah, so?  The fuck to do you care? What are you going
to do about it?”
     
     “I can’t fucking believe you!”  Alan glared at her, his
anger visible in his eyes.
     
     It only goaded her on.  “Yeah, nothing!  I can drink, I
can smoke, I can fuck around all I want and there’s nothing
you or Mom or Dad can do about it!”  She had a smug, self-
satisfied look on her face.
     
     That pushed him over the edge.  Finally, she had done
it.  “Oh, you think not!  Fine, we’ll see about that.”  He
slammed his foot on the gas and started hauling ass down the
road, making turns she did not know – he was no longer
taking her home.
     
     “Where the hell are we going?” Donna demanded, staring
out the window as Alan drove them through some of the less
savory  parts of town.
     
     “Shut the fuck up, you god damn bitch!”  Alan had never
spoken to her like that before, nor had she ever seen him so
mad.  Donna was actually afraid – she did exactly as he
commanded.  She shut the fuck up.
     
     It was another ten minutes before Alan pulled his car
into the alley.  It was a dump of a vehicle and would not
look out of place here with these dilapidated buildings.
Donna figured her was going to show her some strung out
hooker, like she would think that that’s what she would be
like soon if she didn’t change her life.  God, what a
fucking retard, she thought.
     
     Alan had other ideas, but Donna did not know that.
When he yanked open her door and pulled her from the car,
she didn’t resist, but nor did she go easily with him.  He
drug her into the nearby building – it seemed to be some
vacant factory or something, so dingy, dirty basement.  It
smelled of musk and mold.
     
     Alan pushed his sister forward, into the room.  She
stumbled a bit then turned to, starting to give him some
shit, “What the fuck are – “
     
     She never finished her sentence.  His fist collided
with her cheek, sending her falling hard to the ground.  It
wasn’t a real hard punch, but it was enough to shut her up,
put some fear in her, and stun her a bit.  Alan approached,
pulling a long pocket knife out.  Donna’s head was reeling
from the hit – she had no clue what was going on.  Alan
sneered, “You want to look like a slut, fine.”  He grabbed
her shirt and sliced it in half.  “You’ll look like a slut.
Sluts are bare-ass naked.”  He cut off her skirt, then her
bra and panties.  He left her in socks and shoes for the
moment cause her thought it was funny.
     
     Donna’s voice was weak – she was utterly confused and
completely shocked.  “What the fuck – “
     
     His back hand caught her across the cheek.  “I said
watch your mouth.  You know, it’s about time someone put you
in your place, you spoiled little brat.  Mom and Dad fawn
over you like a little angel, and you are a horrible bitch.
You don’t treat anyone with respect.  After tonight, that’s
going to be different, isn’t it?”
     
     Alan rooted through a duffle bag – where he had gotten
it, though, she had no clue.  Maybe it had been in his car
and she hadn’t noticed it when he dragged her in.  She was
too stunned and scared to do anything else other than lie
there, eyes wide and naked.
     
     Alan and his girlfriend had found this place, a place
to indulge in her little delights – she liked to be hurt,
and he discovered that he really enjoyed hurting her,
dominating her.  The dirt and filgth of the place was highly
appealing, it set the perfect stage for an abduction/rape
scene.  Only this time he wasn’t with his girlfriend and he
wasn’t role-playing.  He was going to teach his sexy little
sister a lesson once and for all.
     
     He stalked to her and grabbed her arm, hauling her to
her feet.  He lifted her lithe form into the air with ease
that surprised Donna and quickly handcuffed her wrists
together around a thick, rusted water pipe.  Her gentle
released his grip, lettering her arms take her weight.  He
stepped back and laughed at her, his little stick of a
sister, dangling by her hands from the pipe.  Her feet were
a good foot off the ground.
     
     “Alan,” she pleased, her voice filled with fear.
“Please let me down.  Alan, it hurts, please!”
     
     Alan laughed at her plight.  “That’s nothing, Donna.
That’s not even the beginning.”  He began to run his fingers
up and down her naked body, letting them roam where-ever
they went.  He had always thought his sister was a sexy
little thing – he had had more than his share of fantasies
about her for years.  It used to bother him, but now he was
excited.  His hands caressed her bare breasts, rubbing her
nipples to hardness, then slowly drifted down to between her
legs, gliding across her small round mound.  That tight
little body had driven hi crazy for years, and now it was
his play thing.  He gave her a quick smack on the ass and
laughed as she swayed back and forth on the pipe.
     
     Donna was disgusted by his touch, but she was too
scared to do anything.  Sure, Alan was a handsome guy, kind
of hot, too, especially when he was dressed up for a date
with that bitch girlfriend of his – Donna had always been a
little jealous of that girl stealing her brother’s
attention.  She had had her little fantasies, too, but they
all involved Alan adoring her and showering her with praise
and love and affection – not this!
     
     Alan was on his cell phone a few steps away from his
sister’s hanging form.  “Hey, Mom.  Yeah, I got her.  No, no
problems at all.  Well, no more than usually, yeah,” he said
with a laugh.  “No, everything’s fine.  Look, Donna and I
were thinking about going out to a movie or something.
Yeah, with me!  Look, I just figured it would be cool if she
was out a little later with me, that’s all.”
     
     Donna’s eyes were wide with shock.  He was saying they
were going to a movie?  That meant he could keep her here
for two hours, easily!  “Mom!” she shouted.  “Mom!  Alan’s
got me tied up in some building some where!  MOM!!
HELP!!!!”
     
     “Yeah, I don’t know what she’s on about, either.  Just
kidding around I guess, you know her.”  Alan shot Donna an
icy glare, and was silent again.  “It’s cool?  Great!  See
you guys later, then.  You’re right – you probably will be.
Good night then!”  He hung up and his pleasant, normal voice
dropped instantly to a snarl.  “Don’t ever do that again.”
He lunged at her and slammed his fist dead into her stomach,
knocking the wind from her lungs.  She was sent swaying on
the pipe and coughing to regain her breath.  “You don’t know
who can hear you, bitch, and you don’t want anyone around
here to come in here.  Especially you being all tied up and
naked.  I swear to God if someone shows up, I’ll walk out
and let them do whatever they want to you.”
     
     Donna shuddered.  He wasn’t joking.
     
     “I must admit,” he sneered, “seeing you hanging there,
you’ve got me all hard.”  He yanked his cock from his pants,
releasing his eight inch for her to see.  “What are we going
to do about that, huh, Donna?  I know what we’re going to
do!  You want to be a whore so bad, you’ll be one.  Mine!”
     
     He grabbed her legs and lifted her up intol her thighs
were in line with his.  He leaned into her, pushing his hard
cock against her cunt, humping her body but nor penetrating
her, not yet.  “No, Alan!” she whimpered.  “Don’t please.
I’ll be good, I swear.”
     
     “Oh, you swear, do you?  Well, that should make it all
better.”  He laughed and continued to jam his hard cock
against her cunt.  “You’re not a good girl, Donna.  You’re
my fuck toy now.  I do with you what I want, you little
slut.  And right now, I want your dirty little cunt.”
     
     He stabbed his cock into her.  Donna grunted with pain
as her cunt was pierced.  He met resistance, and he drew
back and plunged again, forcing his thick rod deep into her.
He could feel some heat and wetness – he had broken her
hymen.  He smiled – at least he wasn’t going to catch
anything from her, then.  She wasn’t as much of a whore as
she seemed.
     
     Donna was frozen, then, her whole body becoming rigid
like a doll.  She hung the pile, tears starting to well up
in her eyes.  She didn’t struggle, she didn’t move.  She let
his cock invade her body, let him fuck away at her.  She
moaned abscently as he did so, sometimes yelping in pain
when he jabbed her hard.  She had been a virgin, she had
been waiting for a boyfriend, so one who cared, and now her
brother had ripped that away from her, her older brother
whom she had always looked up to and trusted was violating
her horribly and he simply laughed and moaned with glee as
he did so.
     
     It wasn’t long before Alan let out a little yell and
sprayed his sister’s cunt with his seed.  He didn’t pull
out, he let his cum erupt up and into her, sighing with
pleasure as he came.  He didn’t care if she got pregnant –
in fact, he found the idea amusing.  He was cumming, hard,
too.  One of the best in his life.
     
     He released his sister’s legs and she dropped and
swayed.  Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but her eyes
were blank – void.  It was as though she was sleeping with
her eyes wide open.  He smacked her across the face to rouse
her.
     
     “Not a bad fuck, bitch,” he told her.  I enjoyed that a
lot.  Should have done this years ago – then I’d have had a
little fuck toy in my own house for when I got horny.  I
think I’m going to fucking you all the time.”
     
     “Alan, please.  No.  Please let me go,” Donna’s voice
was cold, emotionless.  “I – I won’t tell Mom or Dad.  I
won’t tell anyone.  Please, just no more.”
     
     “Come on, sis!  We’re bonding!”  Alan laughed at her.
His own savagery was amazing him.  He was satisfying years
of pent up anger, and he was enjoying himself way to much to
stop now.  “We haven’t even begun yet.  What else does a
slut like you need.”  He looked over her body, hanging there
before him, pondering.  His cum was already leaking from her
pussy and dribbling down her leg – that was definitely
sluttish, but she needed more.  Much more.
     
     He had an idea.  Donna watched as inspiration struck
him and he rushed out to his car.  He was back in an instant
with a large cup, some convenience store soda fountain
drink.  He went back into his bag and removed something
small and a pair of pliers, or so she thought.  He pulled up
a table from the junk and set it just behind her so that she
could not see what he placed upon it.  He stood before her,
very close – hanging like she was, the siblings were eye to
eye.  His were full of vigor, hers were devoid of anything.
     
     He had a cube of ice in his hands, taken from the soda
cup, and her swirled the ice in circles around her nipples.
She cringed from the shocking cold of it, and her nippled
hardened and perked out.  Like a flash, Alan was biting it
hard, which made his sister scream and squirm on the pipe,
trying to pull away, but that only hurt her more.  He
released her and reapplied the ice – the cold numbing the
pain a bit.  “You need to be quiet.  Remember what I said
about us being found.  You are the one who needs to worry
about that, not me.”
     
     She nodded and bit her lip.  Tears were streaming
again.
     
     The pliers came out next, and Alan gripped his sister’s
hard nipple in a vice-grip and began to pull and twist.  Her
body came forward, pivoting as he pulled and lifted her
weight by her tit alone.  The squeezing was awful, the
pulling was even worse, and the twisting was shear agony.
He had rotated the pliers a full 180 degrees and he
continued twisting, until they had come full circle.  He
released her, her body falling back into place, and then he
iced her other nipple and lifted her again and gave her the
same treatment.  She was crying, but she managed not to
scream either time.
     
     “Good girl,” he said, patting her head.  “Very good.
Big, jutting nipples – that’s exactly what a slut like you
needs.”  He grabbed her nipple again in the pliers and
pulled her up by them.  She bit her lip and squinted her
eyes against the pain.  “We’ll have to do more than this to
get them big and hard enough for a true slut like yourself,
but it’s a start.  Now, you need a little jewelry.  Whores
always have jewelry.”
     
     Alan was enjoying himself greatly.  His erection was
back and harder then before and he had just started his
abuse.  He had so much more in mind for his little slut
sister.  He reached down and picked up another tool.  He had
gotten this for his girl friend – looks like he was going to
get to practice on his sister first.  It was better than way
– he’d rather make sure he did it right for his girl.  If he
screwed up now, it did not matter.
     
     Donna watched as another pair of pliers came out, but
these were more savage than the first.  Bigger with thicker
handles; it wasn’t really pliers at all, she guessed – some
other sort of tool.  But, either way, Alan carefully placed
the think around her nipple.  He pulled it and then iced her
nipple again to complete, jutting hardness, and then
replaced the tool, satisfied.  Donna closed her eyes and
awaited the pain that would follow.
     
     Alan squeezed the handles together with both hands,
slamming them shut quickly.  Donna was biting the sides of
her cheeks and still she cried out, the pain so horrid.  It
was a burning, piercing pain, like she had been stabbed
right through her nipple.  She looked down and saw that she
had been: there was a small metal pole sticking through her
nipple.  Alan was inspecting it, then twisting something,
pulling, and then his hands were gone from her breast,
leaving a small metal ring dangling there.  He gave it a
flick with his finger tip.  Donna sucked in a deep breath,
trying to control the agony that burst through her boob.
     
     “Very nice.  Got good placement, too.  I like that.  I
think we should to the other one.”
     
     Donna moaned, “No, please.  Not again.”
     
     “Yeah,” Alan said with a nod.  “That could be more fun.
I’ll do the next one by hand.”  He pulled out a long, thin
pair of thongs and, after icing her nipple to hardness, he
clamped the thongs around the nipple and pulled it out.
With his other hand, he picked up a thin needle looking
thing and quickly jabbed it into her other nipple.
     
     Donna hissed in pain, but Alan held her steady and did
a little fixing.  In a few moments, she had a matching ring
in that nipple, too, and he gave it a flick with his
fingers, sending a bolt of pain shooting though her body.
“Don’t worry,” he said.  “I’ve kept these sterile.  We’ll
need to make sure you care for them properly, though.  And
we can get some nipple extenders for you, make them nice and
long.”
     
     Alan looked up and down his sister’s body, pleased with
his work so far.  She hunger there panting, tears pouring
from her eyes.  It was such a lovely site his cock stirred
in his pants, reminding him of the presence of his hard-on.
What to do next?  He reached and hand between Donna’s legs,
cupping her cunt.
     
     Donna gulped for air as a shock of electricity jolted
her body.  She moaned in pleasure as pressure on her clit
gave her a dose of something wonderful.  She had never felt
such a jolt before, and though it disgusted her that she was
turned on right now – and very tuned on at that, she was
glad to have some feel other than pain.  Alan squeeze a
little with his hand, teasing her, but Donna humped her
crotch against his palm, eliciting sweet joy from the touch.
She was moaning and sighing, having felt nothing like it
before in all of her masturbations.  She was in heaven, and
building towards a wonderful climax.
     
     And then his hand was gone, and her pleasure
evaporated, leaving only a hollow, uncomfortable heat and
horniness in its place.  “Not yet, Donna.  But I was
thinking, it’s kind of mean, don’t you think, to pierce your
nipples like that and not do you’re clit?  I think you need
a clit ring, what to do you think?”
     
     “No, please, Alan,” she started, but he wasn’t
listening.  He rushed around the room, pulled up a stool to
her legs, and went to work.  After several moments of
excruciating pain and delirious pleasure as his thongs
squeezed and manipulated her most sensitive nub, her clit,
too, bore the jewelry of her brother’s brutality.  Without
pause between work, Alan added another piercing to her
naval, clipping a long dangling chain in a hole through her
belly button.
     
     Her body throbbed with pain.  He put the stool under
her feet so she could stand, letting the blood back into her
arms.
     
     “Next time, I’ll hang you from the pipe by your tits,”
Alan said abscently as he cleaned up his tools.  “I think
you would look just so sexy hanging by your tits, don’t
you?”  Donna didn’t answer, her head hung loosely on her
shoulders, drooping with exhaustion.
     
     Alan was looking her over again.  “I think you’re cunt
needs to be bare, Donna.  Dirty, filthy sluts like you have
bare cunts.  Even I know that.”  Alan’s girlfriend liked
Alan to tie her up shave her pussy, so he was quite
experienced at it and had a razor and shaving cream in his
bag.  He pulled them out and went to work.
     
     Compared to the previous adjustments to her body, this
was a joy.  Donna was able to relax on her stool, feel the
cool comfort of the cream, and Alan was gentle and caring
with his precision and handling of the blade and her body.
When he finally rinsed her off, exposing the smooth flesh to
the air, she was feeling more comfortable and very turned
on.  He blew gently against her flesh and clit, and just his
breath alone sent tinges surging up through her, easing her
pain with pleasure.
     
     “Very nice.  Very sexy.  Yes, I think you will have to
keep you pussy like that for me.”  Alan stood back and
admired his handiwork.  His hand rubbed his throbbing cock
through his jeans, and Donna found that she could not take
her eyes off the massive bulge he was working over.  In
fact, she found herself wanting to feel it in her hands, to
suck it into her mouth.  She wanted to get down on her hands
and knees and pleasure her brother.  She shook her head, as
if doing so could toss the wicked thoughts from her mind.
She was disgusting herself with her lewdness, even as she
turned herself on.
     
     “I don’t know, Donna.  You’re still missing something.
A tattoo!  That’s what a slut like you needs.  Of course,
now that you’re super-slutty, every guy is going to want to
shove his cock in you, and you would just love that,
wouldn’t you.”
     
     “No, Alan,” she moaned.  “I won’t fuck anyone else.  I
swear.”
     
     “I don’t trust you.  You said there was nothing I could
do to stop you from fucking to your little cunt’s desire,
remember?  I think I know how I can stop you.”  Alan pulled
a small modeling knife from his duffle and stalked towards
her.  The blade was thin and very sharp, it could easily
slice her skin, and from the look in his eyes, she did not
doubt that that was exactly what was on his mind.  Donna
tried to back up, but she only had the width of the stool
that she could move before she would fall back onto the
handcuffs, and she didn’t want that.
     
     Alan heated the blade up with a lighter, then wiped it
down with something wet – it smelled faintly of rubbing
alcohol – she figured he was sterilizing the blade.  “I need
to make you as mine, Donna, so that no one else will use
you.  So you won’t want anyone else to use you.”
     
     He pulled up another stool and placed in front of her –
sitting down his face was even with her bald cunt, and he
leaned forward, the blade in hand.  She felt the sharp pain
of the knife cutting her soft skin that had until minutes
ago been covered with her pubic hair.  She shrieked and
jerked back.
     
     “Damn it, Donna!  Don’t make me hurt you more than I
have to!  If you ruin my work, I swear to Christ, you’ll
find a lot more slashed on you body than need be.”  He
kicked the stool out from under her and she dropped an inch
or so and stopped with a jerk that forced the cuffs to bite
into her wrists.  His knees closed aout her legs, holding
her steady as he returned to work.
     
     Donna grit her teeth against the pain as her brother
drew lines in her skin with his knife.  It felt like he was
writing something, but she couldn’t feel what.  He pulled
back to look at his handiwork and then grinned up at her.
“Perfect!”  He picked up a wire brush from the table behind
her and started to grind some something thick and black
against her skin, really forcing it into her wounds with the
sharp bristles.
     
     He then wiped the mess away with a cloth.  Most of it
came off, except where the ink had seeped into the knife
wounds.  The tattoo ink was set permanently, a little
warning to all who saw it, decaling the area “My brother’s
fuck toy”.
     
     Alan stood back and grinned down at it, repeating the
words for Donna to hear.  She couldn’t read them the way she
was hanging.  Her eyes were wide with horror.  “But – but I
–“
     
     “Can never show anyone your cunt without them knowing
it’s mine.  Yes!”  He grinned at her, and evil look indeed.
“I think we’ll need to do the same to your ass to make sure
you don’t do showing that off to anyone else.”
     
     Alan moved his stool around her and went to work again,
slowly and carefully cutting into the soft skin of Donna’s
right ass cheek.  Being right handed, Alan figered this was
the ass he would smack most, and thought he should make a
target for himself.
     
     Donna whimpered with pain as the knife edge made long
sliced into her flesh.  It was a hot, stabbing pain, and she
felt so helpless, handcuffed to the pipe and held between
her brother’s legs.  There was nothing she could do to stop
the ruination of her body.  After a few moments of cutting,
Alan picked up the brush and ground the tattoo ink into the
cuts.
     
     “My brother’s cum hole,” he proclaimed, biting her left
ass cheek hard since her was there.  She grit her teeth to
keep from crying out.  “Very nice.  Now, a slut like you
would probably go around showing off her boobs to every boy
who smiled at her.  We can’t have that, can we?”
     
     “No, Alan,” Donna whined.  She wasn’t actually
answering his question, she was pleading with him.  “Don’t!”
     
     Alan ignored her.  He scooped up on small tit in his
hand, squeezing it hard in his fist to make the flesh taut,
and started to carve just above her nipple.  “My brother’s
pin cushion,” he said after he cut it into her skin.  He
stepped back and admired it.  “You know, I don’t think I’ll
tattoo this one.” He declared.  Donna smiled, grateful to
have a little bit of mercy.  “I think this should just be a
scar – so much sexier that way, to have it scarred into your
tit, huh?”
     
     Alan grinned as Donna cried out in protect.  He
squeezed her tit again and went back to cutting, tracing his
thin slices and cutting much deeper this time.  Donna was
weeping opening, the pain just too terrible for her to
contain herself any long.  With every slice, the hot agony
spread through her small breast.  She could feel the blood
oozing out of the deeper wounds, coating her tit in hot
fluid.  She was a mess, now, and she could do nothing to
stop her horrid brother from his grisly work.
     
     Alan traced his letters four times, going through the
whole phrase fully and then going back again and again and
again.  He knew that the wounds would take a while to heal
and that Donna would be a lot of pain over the next couple
of weeks, but they would heal and his words would forever
mark her flesh, letting everyone know to whom she belonged.
She would not be a slut unless she was his slut!
     
     At last he wiped the blood away and bandaged her tit,
wrapping the whole of the flesh in a gauze bandage and
taping it soundly.  He would need to change the bandage a
few times before they went home, but he had the supplies at
had to do so.

     Donna’s head was swaying – she felt woozy from the pain
and exhaustion and blood loss.  Her world was spinning
slighting and she felt a little sick to her stomach.  Alan
didn’t seem to care.  He was staring intently at her other
breast, the unmarked canvass that needed his attention.  He
couldn’t just let that flesh go unmarred.  She might want to
show off that one tit, and her tits were for no one’s
pleasure but his.  What should he do?

     “I think, since we scarred this one,” Alan said, “it
would be a shame to tattoo this one, but a shame, too, to do
the same thing again.”  He reached out and pinched her
pierced nipple between his fingers, causing her to yelp.  He
lifted her tit by it and let it fall; it didn’t bounce,
there wasn’t enough boob there for that, but it did wobble
nicely.  “I know.  I have it!  But what shall we write . .
.”

     He was deep in thought as he shuffled through his gear
in his duffle.  Donna could see nothing of what he was
doing, hell, she could barely focus on what was in front of
her now.  Her entire body just ached and throbbed with pain.
Something smelled metallic, but she couldn’t place it.

     He was flickering her nipple with his finger absently
as he thought to himself.  Every flick sent a jab of pain
shooting through her, and he kept going, flicking as fast as
his fingers could – it wasn’t hard, but it hurt.  And his
other hand reached between her legs and settled against her
sloppy cunt, contracting the stinging pain with over-
powering pleasure.  He was squeezing continually, which was
not exactly what she wanted – she wanted him to rub her clit
and bring her to climax.  But, somehow, the gentle squeeze
against her pussy mingled with the rapid flicking, and she
felt the sharp pain drawling her closer and closer to
orgasm.

     And then he stopped, once more leaving her desperate
and horny.  The world was a little blurry and she had a hard
time keeping her eyes open.  She was Donna was swaying
gently on the pipe praying for sleep.

     And then a searing stab of pain woke her from her
revelry.  The smell of burnt flesh accompanied the god-awful
sting, the worst pain she had felt yet.  Alan was writing on
the right tit now with some thing that looked similar to a
screw driver, but Donna had never seen a soldering iron but
she was now intimately familiar with the burning pain it
could cause.  He was going very slowly, making sure to burn
her skin to craft a good scarring brand on her.

     Donna couldn’t help but struggle against the pain, and
Alan was forced to stop and smack her across the face when
her thrashings got bad.  It continued this way the entire
time – he would get one letter draw in her skin and then
he’d slap her cheek until she settled, and he’d start back
up again.  It was actually a blessing for him when she
passed out half-way through the branding.

     Alan woke her with some smelling salt from his bag when
he was done.  She was groggy from it all, but he angled her
face down towards his masterpiece, proud of the work.  “My
brother’s canvass” the marking read in stylized, well
calligraphied words.  It looked very artistic, and Alan was
happy with it – it proclaimed exactly what he thought of
Donna’s flesh – his canvass with which to work his art.  He
had considered for a time to ply his artistic talent for
work, and now he knew exactly what he wanted to do.  He was
going to become a tattoo artist and he had the perfect
person to train on.

     “Now that you are marked as mine, I think I shall have
a go at that tight little cum hole of yours,” Alan grinned
as he stepped behind his sister.  He released his cock once
more, took her hips in his hands, and thrust himself into
her ass.  Her sphincter offered very little resistance; it
was small, obviously, but not tightly clenched.  Donna
seemed completely relaxed.  He doubt she had much feeling
anywhere at all, but after a few shard stroked in her
rectum, she started to moan and groan like the bitch slut
that she was.  Every once in a while she would grunt in pain
or murmur a soft “no” but it lacked conviction, and Alan
didn’t care one way or the other.

     The rape did not last long, her young ass hole was too
tight and he was way to horny for that.  It was an
exhilarating release, though, when he came.  He cried out in
pleasure as he fired his cum deep into her rectum, telling
her to take it like the slut she was.

     Donna just murmured and sighed as he came.  She was
delirious from the pain and ruination visited upon her
flesh.  Her mind and body her numb to everything.  She felt
dirty and betrayed; and she all she could think was that she
was a horrible slut like her brother said, and that he was
right to treat her this way.  She was a disgusting whore
cunt and she was getting exactly what she deserved.  Her
brother had always known what was best for her; he always
had protected and loved her in the past.  This must be what
he was doing now.

     Alan watched the droopy body on his sister hanging
limpy from the pipe.  She couldn’t even hold her head up
anymore and her eyes were barely open.  She looted so hot,
hanging there, pierced and cut and tattooed and branded.  He
had done a number on her to be sure!  And it just made her
look sexier.  He wished he had brought his digital camera
and taken pictures of the whole thing.

     “Oops!” he said, looking at his watch.  “That was a
long ass movie, huh?  We better get home.”  He released her
arms and she crumpled to the floor, sagging in a pile like a
puppet with its strings cut.  He gathered up all his gear
and replaced it in his bag.  He would need it again for when
he brought his girlfriend here, which would have to be soon
– god, he was horny again!  He knew he would be insatiable
for the next few days; it was always like that after these
sessions. Of course, now he had his sister to relieve his
lust; Alan would be bringing her back here, too.  Maybe he
could bring them both – either he and his girlfriend could
torment his little sister, or her could torture them both!
Either way, he would cum so hard!

     She scooped up his sister in his arms.  She was not
asleep, but she was definitely not capable of walking back
to the car.  She was mumbling to herself, weakly, as if in a
dream.  “No more, Alan.  I’ll be good,” she whispered.
“I’ll do whatever you want.  I swear.”

     “It’s over for now,” Alan whispered to her as he
carried her to the care.  He gently set her in the passenger
seat and then climbed in himself and drove away.  She was
rocking gently back and forth in her seat, still mumbling,
which made Alan grin.  Her cloths had been cut to pieces, so
she was still completely naked, which made it even more fun.

     At a red light, Alan once more pulled his hard-on from
his pants – his cock just would no stay soft – and he gently
pulled her face into his lap, feeding his cock into her
mouth.  She was still mumbling something, even with his dick
between her lips, but she also started to suck it, absently.
It seemed more like a natural reaction than any conscious
effort on Donna’s part, but it still felt wonderful.  Alan
petted her head and smoothed her hair.  “Good girl,” he
whispered.  “Suck my cock.”

     While he drove, her reached over into her seat and
began to rub her pussy with his hand.  She giggled and
mumbled, the voice sounding happy.  She started to purr and
moan and hump back against his hand, and her mouth worked
his cock with a little more effort.  She was sucking and
bobbing her head now, as if aware that she was giving a blow
job.  She was inexperienced, but it was still a delight.

     When Alan finally pulled into the driveway, she was
really into it, sucking hard and bobbing her head hard on
his rod, pumping with one hand in time to her sucking.  Her
whole body was rocking against his hand as he stroked her
pierced clit, and her moaning was loud and strong, her mind
fully awake.

     Alan stopped rubbing, though, when he parked the car,
and Donna groaned in protest.  He actually had to lift her
mouth off his cock.  “Sis, it’s time to stop.”

     “No, please Alan.  Please!  I’ll be good, I swear, just
don’t stop.  I’m so horny, I need to cum.  Please Alan!  Let
me suck your cock.  Make me cum!  Please!”

     Alan laughed, but it was a softer sound, not the cruel
taunting laugh she had heard in the warehouse.  “We are both
going to cum tonight, you little slut.  I’m not done with
you, not by a long shot.  But we need to go in so that Mom
and Dad know we are home.”

     Donna nodded.  Their mother kept a light on and would
worry if she woke up and saw that they had not turned in
out.  They went into the house quietly, neither of them
wanting their parent’s to stir and see Donna’s naked body
and read the words scribed on her flesh.

     Alan pointed to his room and Donna nodded  obediently
and disappeared inside.  He went and shut of the hall light
to ease his parent’s mind and then went to join his sister.
She was lying on his bed, completely exposed, playing with
her clit ring with one finger, her face flashing between
pain and ecstasy.

     Alan stood there, examining his work, slowly jerking
his cock in his hands as he admired his sister’s body.  His
sister looked over at him – her eyes did not hold love nor
fear, just desire servitude.  “Fuck toy or cum hole?” she
asked.
     
     Alan grinned, pleased.  It seemed she had learned her
place.  “Fuck toy,” he said as he stripped off his cloths.
     
     Donna nodded and spread her legs to give him access to
her cunt.  If there was any join in the act, it was because
she had the hope of finally easing her incredible horniness
and the relief that she was no longer being tortured.  She
was nothing but a toy to him, warm flesh for him to use as
he saw fit, to mar and hurt as his whim took him.  She would
obey him because she was his thing, his possession; the
words on her body marked her as such, and she could not
erase them or the marks they left on her mind and soul.  She
was obedient and obliging, a true slave to him.
     
     He climbed on top of her and sunk his cock into her
dripping snatch.  It hurt like hell with a freshly pierced
clit, but it was exhilarating at the same time.  He fucked
her as hard as he bared, his large body pounding her small,
skinny frame, shaking the fresh wounds and making every
nerve in her body explode with searing agony, but she could
not stop moaning with pleasure.  Alan covered her face with
a pillow to muffle the sound of it.
     
     This was their first fuck together in which Alan was
not raping her – he couldn’t rape her anymore, after all.
She had not power to deny him, no ability to say no to his
wants.  There would be many more time after that Alan would
fill his toy with his seed, and she would cum from his
savage fucking, satisfied that she had pleased him.  He
would continue to decorate her body as he pleased, cutting
her, painting her, scarring her for his sole pleasure.
     
     That night, she truly became a canvas for him to
practice his art.