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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted
at normdeploom@yahoo.com.

Slave Sister part four
"Back to School"
by
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@yahoo.com

Fran was awakened by a soft buzzing under her pillow.  Following her
brother's instructions she got up and removed her night cloths then walked
naked past her mother's bedroom to her brother's room where Dave would be
waiting to have his sexual desires serviced.  As Fran walked across the room
Dave laid on his side against the wall making room for his nude
fourteen-year-old sister to lay down on his bed beside him.  Fran climbed
into her brother's bed then laid on her back and spread her legs welcoming
his hard cock into her eager cunt.  As Dave rolled on top of her Fran parted
her lips and welcomed his thrusting tongue into her mouth just as his
thrusting cock had been welcomed into her wet pussy.

The only differences in this morning's fuck from the last three mornings
were that Fran had been summed to Dave's room instead of his appearing in
her room and, Fran being well along the path transforming her from a
fourteen-year-old virgin to an experienced sex slave, there was less rape
involved in the sex.  It's more appropriate, he had told her when he
installed the buzzer, for the slave to come to the master instead of the
master coming to the slave.

Fran wrapped her legs around her brother's hips and her arms around his neck
and humped her hips against his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Her large sensitive clitoris was being rubbed by the thrusting cock and
brought her to the brink of orgasm almost immediately.  Dave broke off the
kiss and stuffed the jockey shorts he had worn the previous day into her
mouth to muffle the orgasmic screams he knew would be coming.

After fucking his sister through two orgasms and giving her some last minute
directions for her first day back at school as a sex slave, Dave allowed her
to return to her room.  Fran entered her bedroom just as her alarm was going
off.  She sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes then began to dress
in the cloths set out for her by her brother.  Fran put on the short plaid
skirt and the tight sweater without panties or a bra.  She was by her
brother's orders no longer allowed to ware panties.

 Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and wash her thighs and
pussy where the remnants of their recent fuck were drying.  She didn't dare,
Dave had issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean herself up
after sex unless given permission to by him.  She looked at herself in her
full-length mirror as she combed her hair.  The skirt was just barely long
enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from sending her home to change.
The white sweater was one she had not worn for almost a year.  It was too
small and just barely reached the top of her skirt.  The fabric stretched so
tight over her breasts that every curve was magnified.  Fran could see her
nipples growing hard under the thin material as she brushed her hair.

The thought of every boy in school seeing the outline of her nipples made
Fran blush with anticipatory humiliation.  It also caused more lubricant to
leak from her freshly fucked cunt onto her already soaked thighs.  Fran
pulled the back of her skirt up when she sat at her make up table and
allowed her wet cunt to rest directly on the cold wood chair.  The coolness
felt good on her warm pussy.  After finishing her make up Fran waited
impatiently for her brother.  She had been instructed not to leave her room
until he came to inspect her.

Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge of her bed.  The same
bed in which he had raped her three days before starting her journey into
sexual slavery.  Fran submissively walked over to her brother and stood in
front of him with her legs spread.  Dave lifted the front of her skirt and
examined her to insure himself that she was following his instructions.
Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris until it attained it's fully
engorged one half inch size then he slipped a small elastic band over it.

"I won't make you wear the weight today."  He informed her as he let her
skirt drop down.  "But the elastic band will keep you aware of your sex
organs."  Dave then pushed her tight sweater up exposing her hard nippled
breasts.  After taking a few moments to pinch and pull on her nipples,
making them even harder, he slipped elastic bands around each of them, then
pulled her sweater back down.

Dave turned Fran around so she could see herself in the mirror again.  Her
nipples stood out obscenely under the stretched thin sweater fabric.  Dave
stood up and without a word Fran followed him from her room and down the
stairs to the kitchen.. Each step caused her breasts to move inside her
sweater, and each movement of her breasts caused her hard, bound nipples to
rub on the cloth stretched over them.  The movement of her thighs as she
walked caused her elastic bound clitoris to throb.

Dave sat at the kitchen table and, after serving him his food, Fran stood
beside him with her legs spread and her hands held behind her back.
Available for whatever 'play' he might like to indulge in while he ate.
Knowing that his mother would sleep late since she was changing to the swing
shift for the next week, Dave freely fingered his sister while he ate his
corn flakes.

Fran's entire body was trembling on the verge of orgasm when Dave removed
his fingers from her dripping pussy and, after depositing his bowl in the
sink, proceeded his sister out the back door and to his car.  Without being
told to Fran scooted across the car seat and sat next to her brother with
her legs spread and her skirt lifted.  Fran new this was expected of her and
she was also hopping that Dave would continue to finger her on the way to
school and not leave her so close to an unfulfilled orgasm.

Fran's wish only partially came true.  Dave did finger her on the way to
school, but he was careful not to let her have an orgasm.  Fran arrived at
school filled with dread and anticipation.  She expected to see every boy at
school wearing the red badges sporting the large white 'FF' that gave them
permission to fuck her whenever they wanted to.  She was not sure if she was
relieved or disappointed when she did not see a single boy wearing one.  Her
fantasy/nightmare about this day was that she would be forced into closets
and fucked between every class by hordes of horny males wearing "Fran
Fucker" badges.

Fran ran into Vickie, her best friend, outside their first period Algebra
class.  Vickie stared open mouthed as Fran walked down the hallway towards
her.  She could not believe that her virginal best friend was wearing a
skirt that short, or a sweater that tight.

"God damn, girl," she said as Fran stepped up next to her, "you look really
hot this morning.  You trying to give every boy in school a hard on?"  Fran
blushed with embarrassment and humiliation.

"I didn't have anything else to wear."  Fran answered weakly "What did I
miss on Friday?" she asked trying to change the subject.  Vickie gave her
friend another look up and down.

"Turn to chapter eight." Fran pulled out her Algebra book.  The book fell
open to reveal a Polaroid picture of herself on her knees in the shower with
her mouth stretched over a large cock. "Oh my God.." she whispered and tried
to slam the book shut before Vickie could see the picture.  Vickie managed
to get her hand into the book and snagged the picture just as the book
closed with a loud bang.  Everyone around them looked over at the noise.
Luckily they were in a corner far enough away from the others that the
picture could not be seen.

"Oh my God.." Vickie said as she turned into the corner to avoid Fran's
hands trying to grab it back.  "And I thought I was the slutty one."  The
bell rung just then and Vickie dropped the picture into her own Algebra book
and went into the classroom without waiting for Fran.

All during the class time Fran noticed Vickie opening her book and staring
intently at the picture then looking over at her.  Fran groaned inwardly it
was hard to keep her mind on anything except the tight bands around her
nipples and her clitoris.  She imagined that everyone was staring at her.
She imagined that everyone could smell her wet pussy.  She recognized one of
the boys in her class as being one of Dave's guests at Saturday's "First
Weekly Fran Fuck" and wondered why he wasn't wearing a 'Fran Fucker' badge.
He looked at her and smiled then stuck the tip of his tongue out between his
lips and wiggled it up and down.

Fran blushed with humiliation that obscene boy has fucked me, she thought,
I've sucked his cock, he has watched me finger fuck myself.  Fran looked
down at her Algebra book and refused to look back over at him.  In her
humiliation she imagined that everyone in the class knew what had happened
and were staring at her in disgust.  Despite Fran's imagination most of the
people in the class that noticed anything about her were wondering why a
girl almost famous for hiding her body under baggy clothes would suddenly
come to school dressed like...well, dressed like her friend Vickie.

As soon as the bell rang Vickie jumped up and almost ran out of the class.
Fran tried to run after her but the boy she recognized and another one
blocked her way.  Fran stopped but, since they were not wearing badges she
pushed past them and, ignoring their hands on her breasts and ass, tried to
catch up with her friend.

Fran and Vickie had separate classes for the next two periods.  Fran was
deeply troubled.  What she imagined Vickie was thinking about her caused
more profound humiliation than her conviction that every body was staring at
her hard nipples silhouetted by her tight sweater.  Fran spent an agonizing
two hours constantly aware of her nipples rubbing on the inside of her
sweater and her clitoris bound by the elastic band placed their by her
brother.  Her humiliation and dread were heightened by occasionally seeing
one or another of the participants in Saturday's fuck party.

Finally it was time for gym class and Fran would get to see Vickie and try
to explain what was going on.  Fran and Vickie each managed to convince the
gym teacher that they needed to set out the activities that day.  While the
rest of the girls began playing volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of
the bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach.  Fran was a little put
off by the way Vickie watched her, it reminder her of the way the boys who
attended Saturday's party looked at her.

"OK Fran out with it girl."  Vickie said even before Fran got seated beside
her.  Fran hesitated for only a minute, then it seemed that she lost control
of her mouth.  She told Vickie everything, starting with early Friday
morning when her brother came into her room and raped her and ending with
her going to Dave's room this morning to fuck her brother before school.

After an unbearably long silence Fran looked over at Vickie.  Vickie was
setting with her fist pushed down between her legs rocking gently back and
forth with a dazed expression on her face.  Suddenly she realized that the
story was over and looked at Fran.

"God your lucky." She said earnestly,  "Do you know what I would give to
have your brother fuck me everyday?"  It was not what Fran expected to hear.
She knew that Vickie was wild and, yes, a bit on the 'slutty' side, but Fran
expected at least some outrage from her.  "Do you think Dave would let me be
his slave too?"  Fran felt a wave of unexpected jealousy surge over her.
She almost said 'Why would my brother want a whorey little slut like you for
a slave.' But she bit her lip at the last second.
"I don't know." Was all she said.

"Show me."  Vickie said looking at Fran.

"Show you what?" Fran pretended not to know what Vickie wanted to look at.

"You know." Vickie responded.

"Not here."  Fran's voice began to take on a pleading quality, like it had
when her brother ordered her to do something she didn't want to do.

"Yes.  Right here, right know."  Vickie's voice took on a sudden air of
command.  Fran looked at her friend then slowly stood up and with her back
to the gymnasium full of volleyball playing girls lifted the front of her
sweater so her friend could see her engorged sensitive nipples held tight by
elastic bands.  Vickie reached up and gently ran her fingers over her
friend's red swollen nipples.  She heard Fran moan as the nipples grew even
harder under her fingers.  When Vickie reached under her skirt Fran spread
her legs without objection.

Vickie's fingers handled Fran's swollen tender clitoris with a gentleness
Fran had never felt before.  She almost fell forward onto her friend's lap
and only managed to remain standing by putting her hands on Vickie's
shoulders.  Fran summoned all of her will power and pulled away from her
friend's marvelous fingers and sat back down beside her.  They sat silently
for several minutes.

"I want you."  Vickie said finally with blunt honesty.  Fran's mind whirled
from confusion, humiliation and lust.

"No.  I can't." Fran finally answered in a low husky voice that gave away
her inner desires.

"You mean you don't want to."  Vickie said her voice full of hurt and
reproach.

"No.  I can't.  You don't have a badge."  Fran looked down at the floor in
front of her trying to hide her tears of humiliation.  "I have to fuck
anyone that has a badge and I cannot fuck anyone that does not have a
badge."  Tears were now rolling down her face.  "If Dave finds out that I
even let you feel me I will be punished."  Vickie took her friends hand then
stood up.

"Come with me." She said and pulled Fran after her headed for the girls
shower room.
Ms Marshall, the gym teacher had been watching the two girls high in the
bleachers.  She wondered about their intense conversation, and was
suspicious when one stood in front of the other blocking her view.  When she
saw them headed for the girl's shower room she waited for three or four
minutes then followed.  The petite muscular 'handsome' woman opened the door
to the girls shower room and slipped in as quietly as she could.  She moved
around behind an equipment rack where she could see the two young girls
without being seen.

"Come on Fran, there's nobody here except us.  Dave will never know.  Just
take your clothes off and let me look."  Fran was trembling with lust and
fear.

"He always knows."  She replied.  Ms Marshall watched as Vickie stepped up
to Fran and pulled her sweater over her head exposing her firm young breasts
topped with swollen red nipples.  She slipped her hand down the front of her
gym shorts as Vickie unbuttoned Fran's skirt and let it drop to the floor.

Fran's large clitoris was swollen to almost twice it normal one half inch
size by the elastic band around it's base.  It looked like a bright red
miniature penis.  Her cunt lips glistened with her copious vaginal
secretions.  So, Ms Marshall thought as she rubbed her own clitoris, the
rumors are true.  I'm going to have to find this Dave person.

Ms Marshall felt her own excitement growing as Vickie, after staring in awe
at her best friends voluptuous body quickly stripped off her own skirt and
blouse and engulfed her in a passionate embrace.  Ms Marshall's muscles
tightened then relaxed as she watched the two young girls kiss deeply as
their hands roamed over each other's bodies.  She wiped her fingers off on a
towel then quietly slipped out of the room.  She was anxious to get home and
share this with her lover.

When the bell rang Vickie and Fran frantically put their cloths back on and
were just leaving the shower room when the crush of sweaty girls almost
knocked them over.

"Out of the way sluts" one of them shouted.  Fran recognized her.  Her
brother was one of the boys who gang fucked her on Saturday.

"It won't be long before everyone knows."  She said to Vickie as they walked
toward the snack bar for their lunch.

"Hay, to hell with them.  Those cunts are just jealous."  Vickie seemed to
be deep in thought for a minute. "Hay Fran, there's something I have to take
care of real quick.  I'll be back in just a minute."  Fran was feeling
extremely vulnerable and would have preferred to have her friend with her
but Vickie dashed off without waiting for a response.

Fran got her food then found a place to sit away from the other students and
tried not to look around while she ate.  Fran was becoming apprehensive.
Her worst fears had not materialized.  That could only mean that her brother
had something even worse in mind for her than what she had been expecting.

Vickie left Fran standing in line at the snack bar and walked quickly across
the street to the student parking lot.  Just as she expected Fran's older
brother was hanging out there.  Fran walked up to him.

"I want to talk to you." She said then turned and walked off.  Dave winked
at his cronies then followed her.  "I know." Vickie said when Dave caught
up.

"Of course you do."  Dave responded with total nonchalance.  "I didn't
expect Fran to be able to keep it from you." He stopped walking and turned
toward Vickie.  "What do you want."

"I want a badge."

"Why should I give you one?"

"I'll be your slave too if you want me." She said hopefully then added, "You
can tie me to your car and parade me around the parking lot naked.  As long
as I get to have Fran."

"Tempting offer." Dave pretended to give it deep thought, "OK you can't have
her until I tell you, and you can't tell her ahead of time, and I will let
you know when you are going to be paraded around tied to the car, agreed?"
Vickie swallowed several times.

"OK" she said finally and walked off.  Vickie ran back to the snack bar, got
a sandwich, then joined Fran at the table where she was setting by herself.
"Sorry I had to run off for a minute.  How are you doing.?"  Fran's growing
anger at her friend for running off was dissipated by her obvious concern.

"I'm OK, I'm just concerned.  Nothing has happened yet and I'm afraid that
means that Dave has some surprise planned for me."  Vickie suppressed the
urge to say 'Yea I have a surprise too.'

"Hay, I'm sure it will be OK.  I mean if he does anything really outlandish
it would spoil his fun."  That thought seemed to console Fran and she gave
Vickie a weak smile.
They sat and talked, as only old friends can, until the bell rang and they
had to go to their separate classes.  They would not see each other again
until last period when they had US History together.  Fran spent the next
two hours imagining what her brother could be up to.  She fantasized about
being taken up on the stage during a pre game rally and being fucked by the
football team.  She imagined herself tied to the main stairs leading up to
the front door of the school where every boy could fuck her when they left
school for the day.

Despite her fevered imaginings nothing happened.  She saw no 'Fran Fucker'
badges.  Nobody pulled her into a broom closet and fucked her senseless.
Other than the constant reminder of the elastic bands on her nipples and
clitoris it was just an average day at school.

Fran met up with Vickie again outside Mr. Roberts' History class.  Mr.
Roberts was the only really 'hunky' male teacher in the school.  Every
female had a crush on him when he first arrived there at the beginning of
the school year.  Fran and Vickie walked into the class deep in whispered
conversation and it wasn't until she was sitting at her desk in the front
row that Fran looked up.  Staring back at her from Mr. Roberts' lapel was a
red pin with white letters, two F's.

Vickie saw it at the same time Fran did.  That lucky bitch was Vickie's
first thought.  Mr. Roberts began his lecture.  For almost an hour he talked
about the civil war, then he left his desk and began to walk around.  As he
walked around the class he dropped a piece of paper on Fran's desk.  Trying
not to draw attention to her self, Fran unfolded the paper.  There, in her
brother's handwriting was the message.

"Show him your cunt"

Fran could feel the heat as her face turned bright red.  By this time most
of the kids in
the class probably knew what the red pin on his lapel signified.  She stared
straight ahead, she did not want to see the looks on their faces.  She
struggled to keep from reaching down and stroking her self.  Her pussy was
as hot as her face.  She could smell her own cunt as she scooted forward in
her seat and slowly spread her legs.
Mr. Roberts walked back to the front of the class and sat on the edge of his
desk.  He slowly looked around the classroom then stared directly at her
crotch.  Fran wanted to hide her face.  She wanted to die.  She wanted
someone to fuck her brains out.  She wanted to lock herself in a closet and
never come out.  She wanted to be chained to the oak tree and gang fucked
again.  She wanted to die.  She wanted to disappear forever.  She wanted
Vickie to suck on her clit until she passed out from ecstasy.  She wanted to
run away where no one knew her.  She wanted the football team to fuck her in
front of the whole student body.

Mr. Roberts began to walk around the class again as he droned on about the
Civil War.  When he passed Fran's desk he dropped another note on it.  Fran
looked at the paper like it contained poison.  God no, she thought I can't
do any more.  She didn't remember unfolding the paper but she was staring at
her brother's handwriting.

"Finger your cunt for him"

Fran was sure the smell of her sex permeated the entire room.  Mr. Roberts
walked back up the front of the room and sat on his desk again.  While he
continued to talk he stared directly at Fran and raised one eyebrow
quizzically.  Fran slowly sank even lower in her chair, she spread her legs
further.  Then while Mr. Roberts watched she slipped her right hand down and
started to work the tip of her finger between her wet glistening folds of
cunt flesh.  Fran brought her other hand up to her mouth and bit down on her
knuckle she was determined not to yell or scream when she came.

Just as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her the bell rang and
everyone else got up and left.  Vickie gave Fran one last envious look then
left with the rest of the kids.  Fran could not have left even if she had
been told to.  Mr. Roberts continued to watch as Fran worked two fingers in
and out of her wet open pussy.  She was biting on her finger so hard Mr.
Roberts was afraid she was going to draw blood.

As the noise of the departing students died away Mr. Roberts could here low
"mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" sounds coming from Fran as she rocked back and forth
in time to her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt.  Mr. Roberts walked
over to the door.  After locking it and pulling the blind down he came back
over and stood in front of Fran.  Mr. Roberts slowly unzipped his trousers
then he reached inside and pulled out a hard cock even bigger than her
brothers.

As soon as the cock was in view Fran pulled her knuckle from her mouth and
leaned forward engulfing the huge rod and sucking it down her throat.  Mr.
Roberts gasped as Fran's noes buried itself in his pubic hair.  Seldom had
he found even grown woman who could take his huge cock all the way down
their throats.  Fran began to bob her head up and down and suck on his cock
like her life itself depended on getting cum in her system immediately.

After a minute of expert cock sucking Mr. Roberts pulled his cock from
Fran's mouth.  Ignoring the whimpering sounds coming from her Mr. Roberts
pulled her to her fee.  He pulled her tight sweater over her head and
unbuttoned and unzipped her short skit letting it fall to the floor.  Fran,
now naked, allowed herself to be guided to the teachers desk where Mr.
Roberts picked her up and positioned her on it's edge.  Pushing her back
onto her elbows Mr. Roberts pulled her legs up and apart exposing her wet
hungry cunt for his inspection.

Her pubic hair was matted and her pussy was open and waiting.  Mr. Roberts
positioned his cockhead between the gapping lips of her cunt and pushed into
her with one easy stroke.  As he began to fuck her hot pussy Mr. Roberts
leaned over and began to lick and kiss her red swollen nipples.

Each time Mr. Roberts' cock stroked over her swollen clitoris Fan
experienced almost unbearable pain, and almost unbearable pleasure.  Every
lick of Mr. Roberts' tongue over one of Fran's red swollen nipples caused
the same mind shattering combination of extreme pain, extreme pleasure.
Fran put both hands over her mouth to muffle her screams of pain and
pleasure.

Fran lost track of time, she had know idea how long she was in her universe
of pain and pleasure as Mr. Roberts fucked his cock in and out of her cunt.
She was vaguely aware of his body and cock spasming against and in hers as
he came.

Then she was left alone.  She gingerly pushed herself up to a setting
position on the edge of the desk then sat there staring into space.  When
she heard the door opening Fran tried to cover her naked body, then she saw
that it was Vickie and gave up.  Vickie rushed over to her friend to help
down from the desk.  Fran collapsed into her arms and began to sob.

"Was it that awful?" Vickie asked holding her nude friend and stroking her
hair.  Fran's sobs began to fade.

"When it's happening its wonderful, but when it's not happening I feel dirty
and perverted."  Vickie continued to stroke her hair and hold her friends
beautiful nude body.

"But that's what is so wonderful about your brother."  Fran pulled away just
enough to look at her friend.

"What do you mean?" she asked, their mouths almost touching.

"He makes you do all the things you want to do but can't" their lips met and
parted as their tongues explored each other's eager mouths.  They kissed
deeply for only a moment then Vickie pulled her lips away.  "Let me help you
get dressed, your brother's waiting for you in the parking lot.  And judging
from the bulge in his pants I don't think your day is finished yet."  Vickie
helped Fran put on her skirt and sweater then walked her to the front door
of the school, where she gave her friend another tender kiss on the lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow."

Fran walked to the parking lot with slow careful steps.  Her blood-engorged
nipples were causing severe pain every time they moved against the sweater
and her swollen tender clitoris shot pain through her with each step.  She
finally reached the parking lot where Dave waited for her, leaning against
his car.  Fran leaned her head against his chest.

"Please, take them off, I can't take it any longer."  Dave reached up under
her skirt and yanked the elastic band off her clitoris with his thumb and
forefinger.

"OH GOD!" Fran almost screamed.  Then when he reached up under her sweater
and pulled the bands off her nipples she went limp against him on the verge
of passing out.  Dave put her into the car and drove her home.  As they
walked into the house through the back door Fran turned to her brother.

"I know you are going to fuck me, but could you PLEASE do it in my ass?"

"Whatever you want." Dave replied with a smile.

End part four of "Sister Slave" "Back to School"
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