Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. 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 by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com. WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN **READ NO FURTHER!!!** THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!! ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS, ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!! ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS OF THE SAME. m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D HOUSE OF SECRETS By T. Allen Strange CHAPTER FOUR For the following two weeks things settled into a pattern between Heather and her brother. During the day they both went about their own lives as before, doing the things they always did with their own friends. They seldom saw each other except during meals. At night however Thomas would sneak into her room, make her get naked, and spend the next hour or so looking, fondling, fingering, and eventually, fucking her. And as always, especially by the time they got around to the latter, Heather was an eager and willing participant. It was difficult to keep from making noise during all this and she was constantly afraid of waking her younger sister. Thomas on the other hand, seemed to thrive on the added danger. For her part, the added tension was bearable only because she thoroughly enjoyed him screwing her. Occasionally, however, he would get her horny, make her suck him off, then retire to his own bed leaving her unfulfilled. She would have a hard time going to sleep then and be very cranky the next morning. She as yet knew nothing about masturbation to relieve her sexual needs, so she suffered in silence. On this day the routine changed. Heather had been discreetly informed before breakfast that she was to spend the morning outside with him. Thomas would not elaborate, only that after their parents left for work and Danny and Laura went off to play, she was to pack a picnic basket with sandwiches and be ready to accompany him. And he had led her deep into the woods behind their house into a particularly dense thicket of scrub trees and tall bushes. Just as Heather was certain they could penetrate no further they burst through into a small clearing. To her surprise, a shack was standing in the center. It was made of boards and corrugated tin and wire and nails and even sported one window. In fact, two entire walls, one with the window, and one with the door were cannibalized from an old discarded utility shed. "Where'd this come from?!" she'd asked in surprise. "What do you think I've been doing all these days? I built it!" he announced proudly. He then made her remove her shorts and panties and toss them on the ground beside the shack. "Girls have to be naked at least from the waist down before going inside," he grinned. Heather quickly complied. She no longer blushed at being naked in front of him; he'd seen her too often. Yet she felt particularly vulnerable and defenseless this way. It also meant she was more inclined to obedience. Thomas seemed to sense this although neither of them understood the psychological nuances behind it. Whether or not he understood it, the fact that he allowed her to keep her blouse on only served to emphasize the rest of her nakedness, keeping her conscious of it. Heather opened the door and stepped inside. And stared. An aluminum-framed cot rested against the wall at the far end. In the middle of the room was a contraption constructed of 1x4, 2x4, and 1x8 boards. Old rugs, some folded, some rolled, were affixed in various places to it, obviously as padding. Ropes, chains and dog collars were also attached to it. A hand-painted sign nailed to a support beam proudly proclaimed "THE RACK!" She glanced around and saw more chains, with a variety of dog collars attached, nailed to the walls and more hanging from the ceiling. Three chairs were in here as well, two of the common kitchen variety with the vinyl peeling off, and that had obviously been salvaged from a junk yard, and an old child's potty chair. This latter had been modified in such a way that the user could be strapped in. But it was the wall to her left that caused a panicky knot to grip her stomach. On it hung belts and paddles, funnels and rubber tubing, switches and homemade cat-o'-nine-tails, along with various clamps and clothes pins and gags. She also noticed the blindfold he'd made her use that day in the kitchen. "Welcome to 'The Dungeon'. You'll be spending time in here now and then, learning how to be a good slave," he said happily. Heather had expected him to do something mean then. But he didn't. He'd shown her around his master work then made her kneel in front of him, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He stood with legs slightly parted, hands on hips, and merely looked down at her, domineering, while she sucked him off. He stood in this manner the whole time she sucked his thick cock, watching, motionless. Only when he began to cum did he move, grabbing her head with one hand and holding her still while he filled her mouth with his semen, telling her to swallow it. Afterward he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and talked while she stood before him. All the while he kept staring at her, first her pussy, then her bottom. She became more and more nervous wondering what he was up to. Now she stood before the window wondering when he was going to do something, too afraid to ask. Finally he stopped talking and grabbed a buttock, pulling her to him. "Take your top off now," he commanded. He fondled her bottom while she pulled her blouse over her head. "Throw it outside, then come back here." Heather did as instructed. When she returned he resumed fondling her fanny. He turned her so her back was to him. She shivered as his fingers traced a path down the crack of her rounded cheeks, past her anus, to her vaginal opening, and back again. "Bend over. Put your hands on the floor," he told her. She noticed the huskiness of his voice and knew whatever was going to happen had started. She did as instructed and felt her legs being pushed farther apart. Then she inhaled sharply as his mouth was suddenly all over her pubic mound. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as his tongue flicked wetly over her clitoris. From time to time it dipped into her vagina and he pressed his face against her wet opening and fucked her with his tongue. Then his mouth concentrated on her clit, finding the little button of her sex, drawing it into his mouth and alternately sucking and licking it. She spread her legs wider, shamelessly offering herself to him. By the time the clitoral orgasm drew near she was pleading, "Faster Tommy! Oh don't stop!" Then her breath came in ragged gasps as she came. Thomas pushed his face firmly between her splayed legs and held her tightly, drawing her swollen clit into his mouth. He felt it throb as he sucked it. "That's enough! Stop Tommy! No more, no more, no more!" she cried, trying vainly to pull away. When Thomas did quit he saw her pussy was dripping moisture. He stuck a finger into her wet honey-hole and grinned as she moaned and pressed herself against his hand. "Are you ready for a really good fucking?" he asked, twirling his finger around inside her pussy. "Yes!" she whispered. "Would you like a really HARD fucking?" he asked, pounding his finger into her. "You can fuck me any way you want!" she replied, moaning. "Then come with me. I want to try out my machine," he said curtly. He led her to "The Rack" and within minutes had her strapped in. Heather found herself astraddle two beams set about three feet apart, in a frog-like position. Her legs were strapped in, then she was made to lean forward, her wrists placed into a pair of small dog collars, and secured to either side of the same beams. The end result was that her butt was raised slightly higher than her head. She was surprised to see Thomas approaching with both a gag and paddle. "What are you going to do?" she asked, suddenly aware just how helpless she was. "I'm going to give you a spanking and I don't want you making a lot of noise," he said. Heather noticed the huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Don't hurt me Tommy! I always do everything you tell me to!" she whined. The "paddle" was one of those paddle-shaped pieces of wood that have a rubber ball attached to a rubber band. Ball and band were missing. She suspected it was the round object in the cloth gag he carried. "I know you do. This is part of your training. I'm your master. You will be taught total obedience to me. From now on you will be spanked in some fashion at least every other day. Today won't be too bad because you've been a good girl." "I don't want you to do this," she whimpered. "Are you defying me?" There was a challenge to his voice. "No I just...." Her voice trailed off. She was smart enough to know she was in a no-win situation. "Open your mouth and take this," he ordered gruffly. Her eyes began to fill with tears as Thomas inserted the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. Heather was shocked when he produced a large mirror on an adjustable stand and placed it in front of her. She couldn't understand what he wanted with it until he walked behind her. She could see him clearly standing behind her. Then she understood. He wanted to watch her face while he did whatever he was going to do with her! "Does this feel good?" he asked inserting a couple fingers into her pussy and finger fucking her rhythmically. Heather nodded, keeping a wary eye on him in the mirror. When she was again sloppy-wet he stopped. "Okay, let's warm your pretty ass," he said, winking at her. Everything about the "Rack" was adjustable. He'd spent considerable time planning its construction and the end result was a multi-positional and completely functional instrument, regardless of how crude it looked. He removed a dowel and raised the end of one beam nearly a foot, then reinserted the dowel. He did the same to the other one, raising Heather's butt up well above her head. Thomas saw Heather's panicky face staring at him in the mirror and grinned at her. When he took the paddle and raised it she began to struggle against her bonds pleading with her eyes and trying to talk around her gag. "It's okay to cry if you want, Sis," he told her without animosity, "This is going to hurt pretty good." Even with the warning Heather was not prepared for the hot pain that followed on the heels of the first "Whap!" of the wooden paddle against her bottom. She howled around her gag, but it was little more than a plaintive "mew" by the time it could be heard. Indeed, the sound of the paddle against her raised butt was much louder than the puny sounds of protest she was able to manage. She cast an agonized look into the mirror and tried to scream as the paddle raised again. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Heather writhed against the bonds that held her. Her ass felt like it was on fire and Thomas showed no inclination to stop. His expression in the mirror was one of rapture as he slowly worked the paddle back and forth, up and down, giving her buttocks a thorough going over. Whap! Whap! WHAP! WHAP! Whap! Whap! WHAP! Whap! WHAP! After what seemed like an eternity he stopped. Heather was unable to see his reflection now, she was so blinded by tears. She heard a familiar sound, a click followed by a whir being repeated several times, and through the haze of pain realized he was taking pictures of her. She heard him shuffling around behind her. She felt a jolt as he lowered her again to her previous position. Then he unceremoniously inserted his penis into her vagina and started fucking her. When she was finally able to see through her tears she was startled to see he was stark naked also. "C'mon, get wet," he said driving his swollen manhood into her. "You're going to need it." Heather was aware oh his hands fondling her bottom as he fucked her, spreading her cheeks and even inserting a finger. This wasn't new, he did that quite often. Just a few nights ago he finger-fucked her in the ass for nearly half an hour before tiring of it. Still, she had no idea what his intentions were even when he pulled his penis out of her wet pussy and pressed the slippery, bulbous head against her anus, until he began pressing it in. She yelped into her gag and tightened her sphincter muscles. "Stop that! Relax your asshole and take my cock, Heather!" he ordered. Heather shook her head vigorously, still struggling against her restraints. But it was too late. Pressing the head of his cock against her anus with a thumb he forced it in. Then he Watched her face as he slowly forced several inches into her ass. Heather's eyes grew wide and a definitely pained expression distorted her features. He liked that. "Do you remember me telling you that someday soon it was going to be my cock up your ass?", he asked. He didn't expect an answer. "Well, today's the day!" And with that remark he thrust his shaft into her upturned ass. Heather's scream was of course, muffled by the ball gag so that it couldn't disturb his pleasure. Thomas watched with fascination his cock spread Heather's pink anus. It looked so big going in! Then he drew back and began butt-fucking her. "Sweet jesus! Your ass feels great!" he groaned. "It's so tight and hot!" He reveled in the way his cock felt in her tight asshole and the sounds of her muffled cries. He kept looking from her red butt to her image in the mirror. Her distress showed in her pale face. He also discovered butt-fucking was very different from pussy fucking. Her asshole was not slippery, it was a new experience that had to be learned. After a couple of minutes he had the hang of it "Yeah, we're gonna do this a lot from now on," he groaned happily. "Okay Heather, I'm going to put it all in your butt now and fuck you hard. It's gonna hurt because you're not used to it yet, so you can cry if you want." Heather's eyes widened as he sank his entire shaft into her upturned ass, then began pounding it into her. Her surprise quickly turned to one of agony and her muffled cries were louder. Thomas glanced at her reflection from time to time to see what affect this rump-humping was having. Each time he looked he was pleased to see her pained expression hadn't changed. Mostly, however he kept his eyes fixed on her pink anus and red bottom and soon settled into a steady rhythm, repeatedly driving the length of his manhood into her hot, tight, ass. Each thrust ended with his groin smacking firmly against her cheeks. "Damn, Heather! If I'd known how good this feels I'd have bung-holed you sooner," he groaned. Heather cried out frequently, but her muffled cries fell on deaf ears. Thomas was only concerned with his own pleasure. That isn't to say he cared nothing for his sisters discomfort; quite the contrary actually. He genuinely LOVED his sister. But her sole function was to gratify him sexually, nothing more. When she acquiesced to him that first night, she surrendered complete control of herself to him. He was merely exercising the right she'd given him. He knew his cock was hurting her; but that only made it better. He was the MASTER! That's what this was about. He was her Master and she was his slave. Ass-fucking her was the symbol of his power over her. "Hang on sis, I'm going to fuck REALLY hard now," he warned her. He grabbed her waist and began slamming his cock into her ass. He heard her squeals even through the ball-gag and glanced at her reflection. Tears ran down her cheeks and her expression was one of extreme pain. "You might as well get used to this," he grunted slamming his meaty cock into her, "You're going to be getting it up your ass a lot from now on." It was not meant as a threat, but as a statement of fact. He continued to pound her asshole for several minutes, each thrust jarring her whole body. Then he began to to groan and his thrusts became erratic as his cock began to spurt hot globs of cum into Heather's bowel. Thomas closed his eyes and hung onto her while his throbbing manhood sent his seed deep into his sister's upturned ass. When it finally subsided and the last thick streams of semen were discharging into her ass, he looked at her reflection and smiled. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder. He waited until his penis was flacid before pulling it from her butt. Thomas stepped outside and Heather heard the unmistakable sound of someone peeing. Moments later she heard him come back inside. Then he was standing in front of her removing her gag. Heather blushed as she noticed her face was the same level as his groin, and his cock that had just fucked her ass dangled only inches from her mouth. For a sickening moment she thought he was going to make her suck it. Thomas seemed to sense what she was thinking. "No sis, I'm not going to put in in your mouth. That's one thing I will never do. If I butt-fuck you I won't put it in your pussy or your mouth until it has been washed," he reassured her. "But I wanted you to see how easy the ‘Rack’ will make it to fuck you in the mouth too." There was a tone of pride in his voice that was unmistakable even to her. But she wasn't interested anymore. "Tommy, can I get off now? I don't like this," she said sullenly. "What you like isn't important Heather. You'll get off when I say so," he replied. "Did you enjoy your butt fuck?" "No! It hurt!" she snapped. Then, seeing his face darken with anger, quickly added, "But I liked the last part when you squirted your stuff in me!" Thomas had taken a half-step toward the "Wall", now he stopped and listened. A half grin creased his face. "Yeah, I saw the way you looked in the mirror when I was cumming. You really liked that?" Heather nodded. It had surprised her the way it gushed inside her, like hot, wet comfort, almost soothing the pain. It seemed to lubricate her enough that his jerky thrusts didn't hurt as much. But she ached in her bowel and stomach, and her bottom still smarted hotly from the paddling. Thomas studied her a moment, then grinned and released her from the restraints. She stood on wobbly legs as he guided her to a corner of the "Dungeon" where a beach towel was spread on the earthen floor. It was the first of “many’ sessions she would have here. ************************************************ -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....