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.