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Every once and awhileI get an idea of like \"oh I should make some more long-term characters!\" while forgetting the multiple ones I have already. So here we return to my favorite abusive incest pairing. \n\nAs usual Kelt's common use of his sister as his toilet is front and center, but now there's 100% more lactation and one-bar-prisons. No kids in this one, but there's some ideas being floated by Kelt of what to use the upcoming one for.\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Been awhile since the serg twins got some attention. Every once and awhileI get an idea of like "oh I should make some more long-term characters!" while forgetting the multiple ones I have already. So here we return to my favorite abusive incest pairing.

As usual Kelt's common use of his sister as his toilet is front and center, but now there's 100% more lactation and one-bar-prisons. No kids in this one, but there's some ideas being floated by Kelt of what to use the upcoming one for.

", "writing": "Housewarming\n\nTekla woke up in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed. But something was familiar, a warmth, a scent, a presence that had been beside her all of her life. The voluptuous sergal girl opened her eyes fully, remembering the trip to this unbelievable mountain home, an entirely new world outside her little tunnel.\n\nBut above all of that, above even the soft feeling of being draped in an actual blanket, so long spent sleeping naked on a mattress, the feeling of his arms tightly wrapped around her swollen pregnant middle filled her senses. His body pressed to hers from behind, his soft breath tickling her hair, making her ear flit.\n\nShe had awoken in his arms many times, but none had ever been so... welcoming. But there was a definite other aspect about his embrace, the tight clutching of her to him, his leg draped over her own, his hold of her was deeply possessive. She softly breathed out, at a peace she so rarely felt, a smile decorating her jaws as she took comfort in being so completely owned.\n\nSo completely cherished in his own way, coveted even. Soon a huff of air was blown onto the top of her head, the girl's eyes flicking up to look at the long angular snout of the large male sergal spooning her. His eyes were open, silver and intense, but there was something about the light behind them when he looked at her, held her. They were no longer icy, still cold, but... brighter. \n\nHe was her master, her twin brother, her entire world, he was Kelt Mazarin. She was Tekla, a name he graciously let her remember, though he no longer used it. The sergal twins shared the same sandy gold fur, white underbellies and secondary splitting a nice contrast into them. She was twenty-two, same as her brother. While he was tall, fit and lean with athletic muscles somewhat hiding under his pelt, she was soft, plush and curvy, already taking the appearance of a body used to motherhood.\n\nTekla backed up against him what little extra she could as they simply basked in the presence and touch of their sibling. His chin nuzzled her head a bit, \"Good morning cunt. How did my fucktoy sleep?''\n\nAs he spoke, his arms began roaming from their spot on her big belly, hands touching and trailing, claws scraping and tingling, making her shiver in his full body grasp. He had been awake long before her, yet was content to lay with her fur pressed to his, her breathing and the tautness of her occupied womb captivating to him. After all, it was his child in her, as was every child she had made.\n\nThe sister gave a happy hum as her body was caressed, \"Good master, I slept better than ever.'' She noted his hips push up to her butt harder, felt his bulging sheath nestle in her crack.\n\nA pleased rumble vibrating through her core from his close body was the only response she got. Closing her eyes again, she relaxed against him, letting the sharp sensations of his exploring hands soothe her, while also stoking that fire in her loins.\n\nShe realized how happy she was in this moment, an instinctual purr not being able to be stopped as she felt the pleasure that always came from being in his arms. She was happy because of him, because she was owned by him. He set upon himself the task to keep her safe, fulfilled, owned and happy, to protect her.\n\nShe felt him getting hard, the familiar almost eleven inch length budding from his fat sheath, the pale mast of pointed flesh prodding at her asshole as it grew. He kept his touch mobile, though made sure to hold her in place, securing the hole of his cock's dwelling to her anus, ensuring it had but one place to go.\n\nShe relaxed for him, knowing there were times to let him slide in despite his standing order that she tighten, so anal was as rough as possible. Though the dry entry gave her a pleasant burn, she was well experienced enough to take him without assistance, and was conditioned enough to take pleasure from the pain. \n\nShe softly moaned as she felt him grow inside her, delving deeper, spreading her, the sensation of firmness growing directly in her colon. Even his knot started growing already inserted past her rim, locking him inside. This was fine to Kelt, figuring a calm relaxed method of morning pleasure befitting after spending so much time stuck in the car, he appreciated this bed as much as Tekla did.\n\nHe kept feeling her, taking in every inch with his fingers and imparting his understanding of her body to her in the way of teasing gropes and tantalizing motions, bringing her pregnancy enhanced neediness to full bear.\n\n\"Make me cum, no moving.'' He ordered calmly, directly into her ear, his stoicalness somewhat broken by the sound of his tail swishing through the sheets behind him. She smiled to herself, being ordered to stimulate him using nothing but the contraction of her anal walls. He was taking an easy morning, and testing her capabilities at the same time.\n\nShe didn't feel afraid to fail this, as while she wasn't certain of her anal undulation skills, she knew that now she was to be with him 24/7, he would certainly have the capacity to fully train any lacking parts of her behavior. So with no further ado, she did her best to massage his cock with only her muscles.\n\nKelt was impressed, though he was far from climax. But that was his goal, a soothing time of a snug rectum pulsing over his length as he enjoyed his morning, his own happy rumble barely audible over Tekla's own purr.\n\n\"I see you are incapable of doing your task, we shall have to work on that. Hold still.'' He tightened his full body hold on her, and spun, now laying upon his back with his child-heavy sister slave above him, still knotted deep within her ass. But not for long, as now that he had Tekla atop him, he curled his arms under her armpits and rolled his hips back, yanking the fat bulb free with a terse breathy moan from her.\n\nThen he was slamming back into her, rough unlubed anal his main use of her. Her ass was her primary fuckhole, pussy only touched in the event of breeding and birth, though her face was in common usage as well. She learned well how to take his brutal pace under her tail, and learned to have it replace her cunt as her pleasure center, but she understood that her pleasure was pointless. In fact, the aches and pains of such rough anal is what filled her with delight, a sensation of giving and subservience, physical evidence of him using her, a sensational receipt to the transaction of serving him.\n\nKelt was grunting in her ear within a minute, locking the knot into her rectum as she felt hot spurts soothe the fiery ache in her passage. She had already been pleasing him, he just needed to take that last bit into his own hands. He could last longer, he could even go again if he wanted, but he felt no need to extend this duration. It was a simple morning nutting, and while it would become a bigger routine eventually, he still had to welcome his pet to the house in full.\n\nHe was pulling her harshly to his lap, poking his tip deep into her innards, filling her with the swelling sense of joy and comfort as her need exploded without being sated, her hormones and his cum filling her guts making Tekla drop her tongue out to pant with hot breath. She relaxed in his grasp though, feeling his head rest over hers as she fought down pitiful moaning whimpers. She understood her body was there for him to use, to make him cum, not her.\n\nThough her mind calmed, her body kept its fire, her bare slit dripping with wetness while slightly quivering on each of his hearty throbs rolling up her colon. He simply held her to him as he rumbled and she needfully huffed, feeling her hot walls squeeze him, milk him for every shot of seed coming from the clenching impressive ballsack below their joining.\n\nHe could feel her desire, sensed her skybound lust, and continued to gently rub her. His touch went all over her body, and while it might have seemed like an attempt to calm her, they both understood it was him sending her to new pits of arousal with no way to sate it.\n\nHer mind raced through thoughts of sex and pleasure, but she paused as she might have realized what her brother was doing. After his pulses stopped firing deep within her bowels, he silently tugged her off his bulb, making her gasp and shiver.\n\nBut he twisted her around now, their fronts now facing as she kneeled over his lap, keeping her tailhole closed to prevent leakage while his length was tucked in her round asscheeks. He had his hands on her hips, her wonderful heavy breasts facing him. His eyes wandered in place of his hands now, the silver orbs locked to the big swells before tracing her outlines, running over her curves, the biggest of which being her pregnant belly.\n\nTekla was indeed beautiful, a prime specimen even before the nonstop pregnancies of her youth. But with those, the constant hormones had shaped her to be a truly unparalleled woman, body chemistry at the peak of femininity all throughout the years her body developed. It swelled her breasts, rounded her ass, bolstered her shapes, and formed her to an almost divine beauty. Even the pregnant bulging of her belly added some appeal in his mind.\n\nThen his eyes met her face, and lingered, absorbing her, reading her, seeing that lust in her angled snout, the gentle smile on her lips, the devotion in her own eyes. A grand moment was spent simply taking her in, fresh and clean, appearance unhindered by sequestered living in a concrete tunnel. She saw him staring at her, not just her body, and blushed while averting her eyes cutely.\n\nHe smiled, broadly, in a way that she had not seen for so long. He was so proud of his possession, so joyed at the woman it became. He lifted a hand from her side to trail his claws up her golden fur, stopping beneath the soft rounding of her breast, palm splaying out to hold the large natural ball of flesh from the bottom. The breast spilled over his hand, true matron mammaries, only swollen further as they plumped up with milk.\n\nHis eyes then locked to her nipples, pretty nubs with fairly small areolas that broke up the rolling mounds of white fur, beads of white leaking as he squished. Those were his target, and he moved his second hand to the side he already held, and guided his sister lower, leaning in himself just a bit. A swift motion pushed his wedged snout to her nip, lips locking to it as Tekla inhaled a bit, tensely relaxing as her sensitive teat was suckled and gently gnawed.\n\nShe moaned softly, leaning forward more as she relaxed further, bringing herself to him as Kelt began taking large gulps of fresh milk, a favorite refreshment of his. Her breasts were bountiful, their capacity above average, their production honed over years of constant pregnancy. But Kelt's morning appetite was voracious, and he was both willing and capable of draining her tanks dry.\n\nAs his calm rhythmic drinking progressed, Tekla got more and more noisy, moaning and whimpering as her nipple was drained and played with, an untold ecstasy. Each heavy pant that came with a happy gulp from her master grew huskier, her breathing deepening with rocketing arousal. She felt it, pulsing through her in time with Kelt sucking a mouthful of delectable milk from her.\n\nTekla did her best to fight it, hoping this coming climax is one her master wanted, as she had not been given permission to cum. Kelt's powerful suction emptied her first bountiful reservoir, popping off her nipple with a satisfied lick and a teasing bite before moving to the next, the cycle of lust building atop itself as he began working on the remaining brimming breast.\n\nJust as he began drinking from her in earnest, she shivered, her full weight pressing to him as she shook atop his lap, juices spraying over him and the sheets, his cum leaking out of her quivering asshole. A resolute moan filled the room, a hot shout, with a final drawn out \"Masterrrr!'' leaving her lips.\n\nKelt continued to drink unphased, knowing her sensitivity to nipple play while he was simply enjoying an equivalent to coffee. Though much more rich and creamy, while imparting a pleasingly familiar undertone of his sister's presence. This fluid was something he had on his mind, one of the many plans to enact now that his slave had been taken to her permanent residence.\n\nHe detached his muzzle from her teat, a few white drips coming from it as she heaved with heavy breath against him, distant shivers running through her body. It had been awhile since she last came, this one blowing her away. He sent one hand to wrap around her, holding her close, happy to have her warmth pressed to his chest. The other kept grasping that hefty breast he was drinking from.\n\n\"Your milk production is very good, and the flavor will improve once I give you a more regulated diet. You will be more routinely milked and we will store it, I'll show you the machine milking frame during the tour later. You'll be spending a lot of time with it.''\n\nThough her face and body were still drowned with bliss, her mind was listening to his orders, conditioned to pause all thought while he spoke. A new shuddery quiet moan slipped past her wedged face as he reaffixed his lips to her nub, the flow of milk resuming as he took paced swallows while his tongue lashed around.\n\n\"T-Thank you master, I'm very glad you enjoy my milk. I'll do everything I can to better serve you, please do whatever you need to make me more enjoyable.'' Her head lowered and shoved against his neck, nuzzling with pleasured notes. \"And I will accept punishment for my orgasm.''\n\nKelt kept silent as he calmly took his morning drink, a soon to be frequent event. He changed his suction pressure, increasing as she grew empty, breast no longer packed and heavy with sweet milk. As the flow of cream diminished, he wrapped his firm hands around the swell, squeezing to eke out every drop as Tekla fully devolved to blissful shivers.\n\nThe second her teat went dry for sure, Kelt broke his kiss to her nipple, licking his lips as a bit of a satisfied sigh came. Tekla's breasts were bountiful, fitting to the image of beauty and prime breeder she was and providing a full morning meal to her brother. They were even plumper before he drained them. He sat back against the pillows and backboard, humming appreciatively as he held his post-orgasm sensitive sister to him, shuddering in delight of the stimulative milking while he still sensually caressed her.\n\nShe was further receptive to his touch as his hands trailed around her back, the girl's tail shooting out and curling with every trace of his claws through her fur. Kelt stared off to the ceiling while feeling his perfect slave, \"Your milk will fit into my diet nicely.''\n\nHis hands directly lowered, hands grasping her bubbly asscheeks to gently feel and knead them. \"Yes, some modifications to composition and production should be simple enough. Size isn't an issue with you, so it's more of refinement than enhancement. Though you might benefit from F cups.'' As if on cue a harsh shudder from Tekla smushed her rack to his chest, his rumbling vibrations barely tickling her nips.\n\nKelt went on as his sister melted in his grasp, \"That was very responsible of you to acknowledge your unauthorized orgasm as well, fuckpet. Though I will admit, you have caught me in a good mood, and your punishment will be something simple tonight. I am much too excited to show you around and get you settled for you to spend most of the day in the shock harness.''\n\nWords were becoming difficult, as even though her climax had passed, the heightened arousal was not going down, especially with Kelt's constant groping. He looked down to her, nudging her head out of the crook of his neck with his own snout, gently smiling in ways that filled her with the joy of being able to make him happy.\n\nAs he nudged her face apart to look at him, their snouts pressed, and she did steal a quick kiss from him, a bemused rumble being his only response as she giggled and moaned with lustful adoration. He then surprised her, by launching his wedged muzzle forward to press to hers, her eyes and tall ears showing mild shock as his grin turned smug.\n\nIt had been a long time since he had vocalized his emotions for her directly, longer since he had said those three words she said to him so often. But occasionally her brother snuck in these quick moments of showing his own tenderness to her, even if it was in the lead up to him beating her. She knew he held her in high regard, and though her studious conviction that he truly loved her waned with the years in the tunnels, her instilled unwavering devotion filled the gaps. While he no longer told her of his love, instead each morning spent in his lap as he brushed her fur made sure that even if he no longer loved her as a person and sister, he did cherish her as his possession, and that was enough for the girl.\n\nBut as he booped her snoot quite uncharacteristically, she almost squealed. Then his hand was planted atop her skull, and pushing her whole body downwards, her face getting nearer and nearer to the sheath she had been warming by pressing her hips against.\n\n\"How... rude of me to take such a long drink, without giving you anything of your own.'' His smugness washed away to order, \"Drain my bladder, toilet.'' \n\nAs her legs slid down the bed and her sharp muzzle grew near that wonderfully plump sheath she knew so well, her body let him move her. \"Yes master,'' she whispered gently, a dumb smile still on her face from the affection that had been shown to her this morning.\n\nIt was a near mechanical motion, well rehearsed and ingrained into her muscle memory by this point. Her lips locked around the top of his sheath, pushing forward to smush her nostrils into his pubic fur, adding a haze-inducing scent to her mind as the motion pushed the pocket of flesh down his member a bit, revealing his tip to the warm insides of her maw.\n\nKelt relaxed, leaning back fully to the pillows as the hand atop her head began gently petting her with a thumb, simply feeling the pristine fur washed last night. A grunt, a sight, a muffled moan, then a gulp. Then another, another, each gulp loud and heavy, spaced as her mouth filled with murky acrid morning urine.\n\nHer face scrunched as the bitter burning flavor hit at first, then softened with each hearty swallow, relaxing into conditioned bliss. Regardless of the act, of her pleasure or pain, of sensation or flavor, she would be happy as long as she was fulfilling a need that her brother had. As long as she was serving her master to her fullest.\n\nHe gave her a look, \"More sucking, toilet. Not going to empty nearly fast enough if you're not sucking the piss out.''\n\nThe newly fervent paced noises went on for a while, Kelt a large sergal, with a large bladder filled to the brim with a healthy hydration practice that made sure his volume was larger than normal, and almost always full. He saved his releases for the start and end of the day usually, but should something need to be pissed in at any moment in the day, he could dump a bladder into it.\n\nHer gulps became more guttural, hot breaths escaping between, eyes locked to his own with brows kinked in subservient pleasure. Her body's lust both paused and skyrocketed, body forced to derive pleasure from such acts, while her mind was conditioned to focus on nothing but her master's needs at these moments.\n\nTekla's pussy continued to drip long after her orgasm, matting the fur between her legs, a trail staining the sheets, quivering slit aching and burning after nearly nine months of being untouched. It was her breeding hole, not her main hole anymore. She rested upon her pregnant belly now, arms holding Kelt's thighs to raise most weight off her unborn child, though she purred and hummed as he kept stroking her head, rubbing that one spot behind an ear that made her choke on his piss with a shudder of pleasure.\n\nHe spoke then, nothing else to do while his bladder drained to her mouth, head pushed harshly to his sheath. \"Nine years.'' A gulp rang out from under him. \"It took me nine years to give you a new home. So much has gone into this, I have spent so much to make sure this place is perfect for my perfect slave.''\n\nThe masculine sandy furred sergal continued to meet her submissive eyes as she drank another large quantity of piss that kept gushing right to the back of her mouth. \"A perfect home, for a perfect pet, I cannot wait to show it all to you. To use it all on you.''\n\nKelt sighed once more, of relief and rare excitement. He gently closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Tekla's fur in his hands, of her mouth shoved to his sheath, her lips and tongue pulsing as she drank his yellow torrent of waste.\n\nShe drank it like the well trained toilet she was, enjoying his flavor, his use of her, able to serve a need of his, no matter how foul. Her pregnant belly grumbled with his liquid injection, the overfilled morning bladder imbuing her with tingling warmth and a slight burn. A happy little hum came from her as she gulped around his tip, eyes looking up at her master dreamily.\n\nAs his stream dwindled, her gulps spaced out, cheeks bulging slower instead of rapid chugging. Tekla drank with soft sips, savoring his last drops in one final mouthful, gulping loudly once he was empty. She kept looking up to him sensually, keeping her lips locked around his sheath as Kelt gave a final sigh.\n\nHe rubbed his fingers around her ears, making her smile more with a delighted flush. \"Such a good toilet.'' His angled snout split to a grin, \"I suppose it's time you've gotten breakfast now. Let’s get you fed, shall we?'' Adjusting the grip on her head, he pulled her off his protruding cock to shove her snout under his balls, ensuring her nose dragged over them.\n\nHe pulled her deeper between his legs, under him, rotating his hips a bit to bear his asshole to her delving lips. A final tug drew her head to his sitting rear enough where her mouth kissed his rim, his heavy balls laid over her snout as her face was obscured by being shoved under him. He felt the warm sucking seal enveloping his rim in no time, a practiced activity, and Kelt let go.\n\nHer only warning was the direct blast of hot gas piped down her throat, but she was trained enough in her purpose to only lightly cough from the dirty air. Instead of hacking and pulling away like any sane person, she relaxed further and sucked the fumes out, making sure her lips were secure to the undulating anus, rendering her mouth as an extension of the guts of her brother. She felt a hand snake through her hair to gently grasp an ear, a thumbing caress making her shiver from sensation as more filthy air ripped into her linked gullet, Tekla dutifully sucking it out with faint belching noises as it was pushed into her stomach, going above and beyond to make sure he was clear.\n\nThe fleshy ring her soft snout was pressed against started winking, a sign she knew well. The sister settled down from the touch of her brother all around her, opening her throat and preparing to take all his waste into herself. It smushed through her lips not long after, the taste just as revolting as the smell dominating her senses, spreading deeper into her perception as it pushed fully into her slick maw.\n\nGliding across her tongue, the wet horrid shit was tenderly guided to the back of her mouth, pressing to her throat just as it broke off, a little spurt splattering her teeth as the connection of her face to his ass was clear for a brief moment as he readied the next log. But her muscles could take over while there was no external force sending his waste into her, tongue curling, cradling the piece of near-solid vomit-inducing foulness, she brought it deeper within her neck as her eyes began watering under Kelt's sweaty balls from the intense flavor.\n\nNo coughs came, no hurks, no retches, she was a trained toilet, this taste something she experienced almost daily. It was still horrendous, but she was capable, made stronger by her brother's use of her. The thick chunk entered her throat without much issue, the motherly sister keeping the organic toilet-pipe open and pliable with curated relaxation, while swallowing carefully to bring the long log to her stomach with practiced efficiency.\n\nJust as it was halfway down her bobbing neck, little noises of full on revulsion emanating from between his legs and under him, she felt the next one push through their connected holes. This one was big, scraping her incisors as it forced its way inside quickly, extra gas rippling out with it, truly filling her senses.\n\nKelt looked down at the broad body laid out before him, head buried under his groin, arms looping under his thighs to hold him securely to her mouth. She dominated the bed, her full height placing her articulated footpaws as hanging off the edge, while his barely went past her globular ass. He could see the struggle in her form, but it was acceptable. Having shit dumped down your throat is something a body will never truly be okay with, so the little muscle twitches and slightly thrashing tail with every inch a log made down her neck were nothing Kelt was upset with.\n\nShe felt the first piece land solidly in her belly, instinctively pushing down that rising feeling of disgust, despite the lowly gurgle her stomach emitted. Now that her brother's second loosely dense shit was bearing down on her throat, chunks breaking off to fall outside her teeth and get ground against her gums, she was going to get busy.\n\nThe choked noises were not choking, instead it was the girl using her tongue to effectively grab the log, and shove it into her esophagus. Each powerful sucking descent of the large shit lurched her body gently, back arching as her neck tried to give the waste a straight shot to her stomach, quiet moaning noises of exertion coming when there was no longer enough of the dark brown deposit left in her mouth for her tongue to assist the movement. It was all up to her throat muscles, and once the ball was rolling, it slid right down.\n\nShe could take a full two-foot horse dildo in her face, she knew how to control her throat. A little mix of relaxing it open and flexing to pull the feces down made for a speedy eating method. It was hard of course, just because she knew exactly what to do and was well versed didn't clear her of the challenge of choking her brother's shit down, a new task already plopping past her sealed lips again.\n\nBut he kept that loving touch on her ear going, letting her know she was being a good toilet, and that's all she needed. With a resounding hacking gulp, the second log popped into her upset stomach, a puff of air blowing into his taint fur as she swallowed her rising spit and disgust. Kelt gave her no time for breaks though, right now she was just a toilet, and he was using her as such, the new lump of feces more of a glob, less solid and more a stream of mush pouring into her jaws like soft-serve.\n\nThough her eyes were strained and crying under the blocking darkness of his balls, she smiled in the equally hidden confines of his ass. The solid ones were hard, soft and liquid shit was easy. Chugging slime is far easier than trying to swallow a dildo in one bite. Pushing her muzzle harder to his rim for extra pressure, she began sucking the mess down her throat in loud hearty gulps, each swallow coming with a slight `mmph' of revulsion and catching breath.\n\nThey were quick, the wetness of his shit conveying fully from the sloppy swallows from her pulsing neck, all out of sight for him, merely looking at her fine ass while she worked on the massive amount of dung he dumped into her mouth. Even the gulps sounded messy, churning heavy sounds of liquid and struggling muscle, but Kelt knew his toilet would get it down.\n\nThat last injection of mush was his final delivery, the asshole her lips were sealed against was now clear, gently open and winking as gentle pockets of methane seeped out while she finished choking down the chestnut paste filling her maw. Her toes curled and tail quivered from the task, the texture and sheer assault on her tastebuds providing a potent challenge of her capability despite all these years of Kelt dropping turds down her throat.\n\nHe simply watched the small tells of nauseated determination in her movements, leg twitching occasionally as footpaw clenched at nothing from a bit of mush that had a particularly strong flavored chunk inside it. Each of these minute physical struggles came with a bile-rising gulp, Kelt barely able to hear the rumbling protest of her own stomach over her noisy eating.\n\nShe chewed the mush for a while, this less solid waste always longer to eat rather than it being pumped down her neck. But she did her task with pride, despite her upset belches sneaking out occasionally, keeping the major aspects of her body's rejection of her meal under wraps as she finished sending the last large clump of sludge down. A breathy exhale came with that final struggle, tone sick but proud. \n\nHer focus now was the little chunks that always broke off and got stuck in her teeth and gums, her tongue swiped around her gunky jawline, digging out every remnant of her brother's shit. He could tell from the way her motions slowed, paws relaxing, she was finished eating and moving on to cleanup. Once her mouth was free of major deposits, that long wet tongue would soon be snaking through his ass to remove any traces of her meal from him. After all, he was just linking his pipe to hers, she would take the filth upon herself in service to him.\n\nHe felt something prodding his ring, still snugly enveloped by her moist lips and purposeful sucking. It circled around the wrinkled dirty rim, scrubbing it with long swishes that made Kelt rumble happily atop her. Her body was undulating a bit, pushing her lips to him as she sent her tongue to slather his brown hole, soft wet noises coming from under him as he felt cleaner and cleaner. She visibly pushed forwards, skull shoving deeper under him slightly as that dextrous muscle entered him, spinning and prodding to break up and pull out the remainders of his waste.\n\nTekla was used to the taste of his ass, rimming him often, and if her rimming was to be more enjoyable, she needed to fully clean him now, so that her love for his taste was not diminished by the lingering taint of feces. But being a veteran ass-eater, she happily tongued him clean, more intense wet slurps echoing from under his balls as she went to town. Still kissing his anus tightly, sucking and shoving her tongue in experience patterns, the flow of filthy spit and shitty chunks made their way to her throat again, swiftly swallowed in her duty.\n\nKelt let himself fall into the soft embrace of the pillows around, taking in the sights and feelings of his sister wedged up under his ass and clearing him out with a skilled tongue. It tickled, in a way, but it was relaxing more than anything. He lost track of time, falling into the throes of calmness from an expert deep rimming.\n\nUntil a loud sucking pop came, the warmth of his sister's lips parting from his anus with a breaking of the pressurized seal to his innards, a few loud gasps and coughs coming from below him as he suddenly missed the tender mouth glued to his rim. Tekla caught her breath, body quaking a bit, jiggling her backside before him. Kelt looked down to the body buried under his groin, thumb still gently rubbing a long conical ear.\n\n\"All done pet?''\n\nA few soft licks graced his freshly-cleaned hole, a quick kiss returning outside warmth to it briefly in a signal of completion. That measured smile was on his jaws as he lifted his hips a bit, granting her the freedom to extract herself and lift herself to her knees, face matted from tears and his sweaty fur. Her lips were twinged brown, her brows kinked in continued disgust from the flavors that seeped through her palate, mouth squiggled downwards as sad little burps came, making her raise a hand to her long angled snout.\n\nGroaning, she kneeled upright, her meal settled deep in her stomach, hidden away behind her gravid belly, hints of strained skin showing where the soft white and gold fur wore thin. After the re-emerged foulness from the small burps, she dropped her mouth open to hang a stained tongue out, sending her hands to tenderly hold her occupied middle, finding joy in being heavy with his child, instead of just his shit. \n\nA little gurgle whimpered past her skin, the busty matron looking down at her belly, making a small gasp. \"O-Oh, I don't think the baby likes what I ate. Got a big kick.''\n\nKelt's hands landed atop hers, roaming her belly with his sister, making her look at his eyes with new adoration behind the slightly bloodshot strain of being his toilet. This touch brought a smile to her, blushing lightly as her ears folded in emotion as he handled her.\n\n\"That's too bad. I have plans for this one that it might not like.'' He spoke while feeling her and the child within, while taking in her form as she kneeled naked before him. \n\nShe hummed happily to him. \"Do as you wish, master. I, and everything I birth, are yours.''\n\nA calm rumble of confirmation was his only response as he held her pregnant middle.\n\nTekla tilted a head, eyeing her brother with some unsure curiosity. \"If... If I may, master... What will you do?'' She had a good idea, having borne him many children in the tunnel, but each one was ended swiftly at his hands, with more and more creativity and arousal each time. Now that they were in their fated beautiful solitary castle, she wasn't sure just what lay in store for the poor thing in her womb. \"What method are you thinking of? I know your moods vary, but I also know you like choking them with your cock.''\n\nShe would rather they live, wanting to be a mother, wanting so badly to be a mother for him, but her love for him gave Kelt final say over all matters. If he wishes to snuff it, she will help in any way possible, all before getting promptly knocked back up again, as soon as possible.\n\nBut the stoic sandy sergal shook his head, thumb rubbing her pregnancy-pronounced navel, making her flush and breathe a bit deeper. \"No.''\n\nShe blinked, unsure what she heard. \"No?''\n\nHis cold silver eyes suddenly met hers, hearing the unneeded question in her voice, even if she was asking out of hidden joy. \"Do not speak when it is so pointless, and never question me.''\n\nShe drooped her head in submission, nodding, while her tail secretly flailed in hope. \"Yes master, I apologize for my disrespectful behavior.''\n\nKelt merely gave an acknowledging hum. Silence ensued, before Kelt once more broke it. \"I am not killing this one. Not anytime soon, at least. This home represents a new part of our life, the first one to be born within these walls is special. Much of the upcoming offspring will be kept for a certain number of years, I have many plans, and even more ideas.''\n\nHe could see her itch to ask, to know, to be right there with him as he determined his children's fates. He smiled then, knowing she was to be at his side. \"Go. Ask.''\n\nIn an instant. \"How long? How long will they live?'' Hope was in her bright eyes.\n\n\"No more than five years. Likely less due to their usage. But I have no real cap.''\n\nThe light faded, but a glimmer remained. She was not one to argue with the man that controlled her life, but she would take what he offered and enjoy it to its best. If she would only have a few years with them, a sparse amount of time to be a real mother for each one, she would cherish the moments. \"I understand master.'' The intrigue remained in her orbs, looking back to her swollen middle as their hands both held it. \"May I ask what their usage will be?''\n\nKelt shrugged. \"The exact specifics will be done in the moment. All I have for this one so far-'' his hand coursed over the taut belly, \"-is that this house needs a garbage disposal under the sink. Or perhaps I could use a new doll, or pillow. I am still undecided.''\n\nThat hit her. Not for the reasons of feeling terrible or guilty knowing he would use their child for such a horrid task, but rather that he was using their child for it. \"Master, I can be the disposal. You know you can use me for whatever you-\"\n\n\"I know. And you will. You have not given birth yet, and the child needs to mature slightly to be able to handle any task. You are my perfect possession, you will do everything I need you to. But a dedicated unit is better than piling a varied workload on a single system. You will have new duties here, there will be times where you are indisposed. I have curated your new responsibilities to be just enough of a burden on you, while still giving looseness for me to demand impromptu services.''\n\nTekla took a moment to let his words sink in, calm her, show her she was not being replaced. He was just optimizing, she was still his. Meeting his eyes, she smiled and nodded, no words needed. He would use her for as long as they lived.\n\nLetting go of her body, Kelt roused himself off the bed. He looked back to his pet still kneeling on the sheets, looking at her round belly with joy and pride. Her gift would serve her master, and that was all the assurances about its future she needed. Her thoughts were interrupted by Kelt's solid voice.\n\n\"You have five minutes to take care of any needs you have yourself, then I have much to show you.''\n\n-\n\nTheir first stop on the tour was the kitchen, it resided in the large open room that made up most of the main floor. From the front door, directly across was a two-story high wall of windows set into the timbers, with a grand stack of slate serving as a chimney set into the wall on the right, beside the door that led to the master bedroom.\n\nGoing inwards from the house's entryway, was the living room, in front of the wrought iron fireplace set into the slate hearth, chairs and sofas facing it, while a dining table and a heavy chandelier took up the space of the left side of the room. Closer to the front door, that side bore an island counter of ornate granite, the kitchen farther past that and up against the wall the main door resided on.\n\nIn front of the nicely carved cabinets and sleek counters, silver appliances that glowed with blue displays, the twins stood, Kelt standing taller than his sister. Both went without clothes, as Kelt pointed things out to her.\n\n\"Your first and most important task will be to learn to cook. I will need you to prepare at least three meals a day, with utmost skill. I will provide ingredients and tutorials, but you will not be perfect instantly. You will be learning this over the next few years, but you will be proficient enough to serve in just a week or two.'' Tekla was already memorizing the locations of plates and cups, even more committed to dedicated memory as he led her to the pantry.\n\nThe tour went on, ticking off boxes of needs and services. Laundry, organization, sexual relief, there was no shortage. The primary list of tasks put upon her were housekeeping in nature, cleaning, dusting, ensuring their little heaven was well kept.\n\nTekla's other tasks became clear when they entered the basement, made of dark concrete and filled to the brim with various bondage devices, with some looking downright brutal. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the modular looking mix of a medical table and a gynecologist's stirrups, yet it seemed to be designed to her exact measurements, down to the arm restraints and everything. \n\n\"That will be your variable restraint table. It is for you, and only you. It's frame is handy for keeping you down for a number of applications, and it can be fitted with numerous attachments, but it's primary use is a holding restraint for the reciprocating dildos, and the automated milkers. But, it is foolish of me to say there is only one main use. For I have many uses for you.''\n\nFascination filled her eyes as she stepped to the padded frame of her own torture table, running a hand along the cold metal edge. She didn't say anything, no response requested by her master, but she tried to familiarize herself with it as soon as possible. She did note the block and piston of a fuck machine pointing up between the spread leg holders, and saw a violently barbed dildo that was bigger than her fist on it. Tail curling, she knew it would hurt, but it was okay as long as her pain brought Kelt joy. Underneath she saw some kind of tank, with dual tubes connected to the base. Tekla guessed this was the foundation of the milkers, which was something she was quite looking forward to. Everything about their relationship was a give and take, even if it was a skewed give and take.\n\n\"It will be a time before this is truly used on you, your other tasks take priority above my desires. I will put you to it when your breasts are full once more, to test the milkers. It is unused, and custom adjustments may be needed. Otherwise, much of the other gear in here doesn't need explanation, as you don't need to understand it to have it used on you.''\n\nUnable to look away from her own personal restraint bed, captivated by it in that twisted way, the matronly sister merely nodded. She would be lying if she said she was perfectly calm and excited, there was a subtle fear in her. Even though she learned to translate the pain into better sensations, it was still pain. The rest of the tour here was small, and it appeared Kelt was being purposefully brief, not seeing it needed to inform his pet of things down here until a need-to-know basis. This was clearly evident by the two rooms off to the side of the basement, one being a sizable and well stocked surgical suite, while the other could be described as nothing more than a torture chamber, just having not seen use yet.\n\nCages, poles, wall mounted cuffs, sharp and painful implements and devices housed all around. He merely opened the door for her to look inside, halting her as she tried to enter.\n\n\"No. You do not belong here. This room is not meant for you. Consider this my personal study, and off limits.''\n\nThought was behind her eyes as she swiveled her long head to look up at him, his silver eyes staring coldly into the room. Another nod was given, and he closed the door and led her away.\n\n\"Now we return to the bedroom, as I wish for you to try on your new gear and outfits.'' The MILFy sister settled to happily step behind her brother as they returned to the rustically ornate main part of the house, tail swishing as she imagined what kind of sexy clothes he bought her. There would be taking in the future, but now was a time of giving for both. Kelt enjoyed seeing his sister in all the sexy ways she could be, while she rather appreciated his love for her appearance.\n\nHours were then spent going through a new wardrobe of kinky and revealing clothing, all forms of materials and fashion used. From loose silky cloth, to tight hugging latex, Tekla was made to try on a myriad of outfits. Most of them were focused on bondage or degradation of course, a long time spent fitting belts and cuffs, tightening harnesses and buckling restraints for easier application later. But she was a willing mannequin for him, putting on everything he wished, letting him bind and twist her, bend her and inspect her. She was just happy some of the more harsh gear had dedicated duplicates modified to handle her pregnancy, happy that she would not be spared serving him just because she carried a child. Plus, Kelt now truly appreciated the way straps can go around a swollen belly, much how lovely it was to see them around breasts.\n\nShe would be expected to know this wardrobe by heart, able to change on command, and even restrain herself when possible. Though like much of her duties, that would be a ways away, training is required for all things in this new life. After this exhausting display of garments, Kelt returned to the kitchen, making a simple meal of some pan-seared fish, showing his observant sister some of the baseline skill she skipped having grown up in a musty old tunnel.\n\nShe knelt beside his chair as he ate at the wood carved table, naked with bountiful body open, rubbing her heavy belly with an unashamed smile. He made it clear she would be under the table and tending to him while he ate most times.\n\nAs he finished, he reminded her that it was time for her to eat as well, and informed her of where to get a can of nutrient paste and a feeding tube. Tekla hopped to her paws, nodding vigorously as her first real task in the house was given, moving to the pantry beside the kitchen. Still naked and her extra gift of life adding much more jiggle to her exposed golden hued body, Kelt keenly watched her heavy breasts and bountiful ass from his position, seeing her carefully scan the shelves.\n\nHe even had the smaller curl to his lips of a genuine smile as he saw her suddenly perk up, standing taller to bounce her chest as she looked positively thrilled to find what she was looking for. Grabbing it and turning to leave the little storage room, she looked like a proud puppy bringing a ball back, swiftly returning to her master with her dinner, kneeling beside him while outstretching her hands in offering. He would have to drill her on a sexier walk, wanting to see an alluring sashay at all times. He sighed to himself, reminding him that there were many things needing to be trained, but there were priorities.\n\nLarge clawed hands wrapped around the can and tube almost delicately as Kelt spent a moment memorizing that look on her face, the simple and powerful joy of serving him, light radiating from her very being. He took the items, swiftly popping the lid of bland muck that would give her body everything it needed in one sitting. The feeding tube however, was just a tube, and stuck it into the paste, offering the entire thing to her.\n\nShe was in this instance familiar, this method of feeding being her only one once Kelt waned her off real food, too arduous to bring it to her as his life advanced. She now lived on a diet of his solid and liquid waste, with one of these cans a day. Clamping her long angled snout around the other end of the tube like she would his dick while he peed, she began intently sucking, pulling the paste to her mouth and drinking it.\n\nPartially why her mouth was so much fun to fuck, was her well-trained ability of suction, honed over years of sucking to eat. Held tenderly in her hands, Tekla happily sipped her flavorless dinner, kneeling beside the man that meant everything to her, making a happy squeak as he set a hand atop her head and gently pet her as she ate. Tekla was such a lovely pet after all.\n\nShe finished without much fanfare, her eating of this nothing like the treasured intimacy of eating her brother's excrement, even if this goop went down easier. Another task was presented to her then: taking her empty jar and his dirty dish, and cleaning them. He followed her to the sink to make sure she was doing it right, and to inform her that the plate and silverware was to just be deposited into the dishwasher after a rinse.\n\nShe cleaned her tube first, taking a long brush made for it, scrubbing its insides thoroughly before setting it out on a towel to dry. Kelt watched over her shoulder, a hand taking a hearty grip of her big butt, kneading as she worked, bringing a smile to her face. As she was about to send the plate under the faucet though, he halted her.\n\n\"Remember slave, there is no disposal yet. You must clean the remaining food outside the sink.''\n\nShe nodded, seeing the flakes of fish and the thin bits of bone and other minute little leftovers. As she motioned to pull the trash can out of the space in the cabinet he pointed out earlier, she noticed the sliding compartment was empty, lacking a trash can. She looked up to him in question, but that unwavering look he gave her told her everything she needed to know.\n\n\"Am I your trashcan master?''\n\nA single calm nod came, somewhat off-put that she took the time to ask, rather than act. \"Yes, trash goes inside you until we have a dedicated one. However you will always need to lick the dishes clean before putting them in the dishwasher. I'll show you the outside dumpster when you need to be emptied for the first time.''\n\nShe looked back to the messy plate, nodding with new determination. She barely took any time to spread her angular jaws and hold the plate up, quickly swiping her long tongue around it. Being a sergal, she was made to eat things, but it was usually only Kelt's ass she ate. Her roaming mouth soon reached the little bones, eyes flicking up to check with her owner if she had to lick everything clean.\n\nAnother nod. Tekla may be lacking in the knowledge due to her isolated upbringing, but sergals are tough resilient creatures, perfectly capable of eating bones. Any organic item really, while being resilient to the usual downsides of such consumption, such as allowing her to eat shit without much happening beside a stomach ache and an uncomfortable excretion of her own. Kelt would be utilizing their species natural capacity for durability, already using it to get away with shoving broken glass in her colon with zero side effects beyond overnight pain from the cuts that vanished shortly later.\n\nWith that, the little pile of thin bones were swept into her maw, a path of cleared grease and food now where her slick organ had been. little hums came as she dedicatedly carried out her task, glad to be of use, to lift his burden of caring for her that much more. Once finished, she sucked the silverware as well before neatly placing everything in the dishwasher.\n\nStanding back to full height, pushing her broad tits and larger belly out, she stood with her arms behind her back, happily staring at Kelt while she licked her lips, cherishing the hints of flavor from real food. He nodded to her, before walking away, knowing she would follow. They stomped down the steps once more, returning to the lower floor, leading past the second bedroom and bar, past the sliding door to a deck with a wondrous view of the mountain, right down the little hall until they reached the metal security door of the basement.\n\nClangs rang out as it was unlocked, swinging wide, the two golden furred sergals continuing as fluorescent lights fizzled on. The process was curious to her. It was similar, being told where to go and what to do, but multiplied. It wasn't him telling her how to survive, it wasn't something where she was limited to a space of a concrete rectangle, her only items being what they could scrounge up.\n\nLost in thought, Tekla was still adjusting to this new way of living, barely registering the handcuffs locking her wrists together in front of her swollen middle. She blindly followed as Kelt motioned her to a spot, some kind of dildo on the floor, but with two outlines of paws on either side. Her motions were automatic, mind lost in the room, looking at every curious and strange tool of sex and restraint placed around the dungeon, numb to the hiss of pneumatics as she stepped on the foot-markers, standing over the shiny metal dildo.\n\nShe snapped out of the deeper parts of the reverie as she felt cold material meet her hot cunt, the round metal tip of the toy pushing through her folds to slide up her wet opening. A gasp was her first acknowledgement of the situation, looking around a bit, unable to see the pole mounted cock raising up, the sergal's occupied belly blocking the view. She could feel it though, inches spreading her open, striking deep, moving at a machine pace to stuff her pussy. It was big, not huge, but built for length.\n\nShe would figure this out as it kept going, reaching sweltering depths making her hold in a moan as her back arched, going to her tippy toes as it pushed to her cervix. Then it stopped, frozen against her tight depths, pushing and prodding. It all made her start to pant with need, overly sensitive from her pregnant biology and lack of vaginal use. Just as she was realizing she would have to stand tall on her toes to lighten the push of the solid object within her, stuck on a pole going up her snatch, Kelt grabbed her hands.\n\nThe grip was firm, but it was his usual touch of being just hard enough to make sure that he was in control of the movement, no more. Her cuffed wrists were lifted, sent to lay the connecting link into a specialized lock that held her arms up straight, Kelt's power even pulling her off her feet a bit. Leaving her claws and the tips of her toes the only thing supporting her on the ground beside the long dildo resting against her cervix.\n\nHe stepped back as she let the sensations of these restraints sink in, being confined to half hang, half one-bar prison, resulting in her body being held up for him to access. She stopped looking around, seeing her state, her tautly lifted body and the bold belly offsetting the image of her stung up. Breathing heavy, Tekla relaxed, sinking down on the pole the slightest more as her hands tugged her from above, a sigh of pleasure and need coming from her. She allowed herself to simply be a vessel for his wants, his needs, her own were secondary.\n\nKelt could see this in her features as he re-approached, quickly placing a heavy leather blindfold over. The sexy sister did nothing but smile, and so did he. His first task was some personal time with her. He stepped up close, holding her to him as he ground his shaft to her fur, feeling her with long strokes and quick grabs, absorbing her details that he could never get enough of. He saw her blush, her body grow further flustered, clear lines and drips running down the pole holding her in place.\n\nBut now it was time for their true reason to be here. He stepped away, leaving only the gravid girl's husky breaths. She didn't call out, didn't try to hear him, knowing that he would do as he wished, and that's what she wanted him to do. She heard him return, moving up behind her, grabbing a round cheek and pulling it apart to reveal her appealing well-trained anus. Slipping back, the rump returned with a jiggle and Kelt hefted the paddle he brought.\n\n\"How many spanks do you feel is enough to make up for your earlier climax, slut?'' Asked Kelt, serious and imposing.\n\nHer answer was instant. \"No less than fifty, master. I deserve to be hurt. Please, hit me.''\n\nA resounding shattering smack filled the room, with a pitched yip behind it. \"Then I will do fifty more than what I was thinking, so a hundred and twenty it is. Count them.''\n\nAir blowing from clenched teeth, \"One. Please don't hold back because you are in a good mood, mast-\"\n\nSMACK, yelp, silence. \n\n\"Two.'' She said, voice already reflecting the stinging, but hardened with determination to take her punishment like a good girl. A good sister. A good slave.\n\nBooming clap, scream, a number. The pattern was simple, and carried on. Her quaking ass grew red and harsh, while her voice grew strained and hurt. Yet she never lost count, calling out the hits like a perfect pet, even when Kelt sent the paddle to her behind after reaching fifty and the fire on her skin surmounted.\n\nMuch of the night was this, hours more than intended, but Kelt just found the paddle to be too much fun, seeing the jiggling ass on every hit, hearing her exclamations. It thrilled him, calmed him, the masculine sergal twinging with guilt at how the most cathartic activity he knew was beating his sister. And how she allowed him to do it out of love.\n\nAt one hundred, he stopped, both her tears and juices making a mess on the floor, but the pain ensured there was no orgasm that night, even if it did keep her close to one. The second half were lighter hits, but still enough for him to enjoy, and for her to feel.\n\nThe sister's voice was ragged, twinged with tears and sorrow amid the raging pain. \"P-Please master, keep going. I-I know there's twenty left, d-don't stop. I c-can- sniffle -handle it...''\n\nThere was no reply as a silent pause filled the room. The tension in her cuffs snapped then, remotely releasing and suddenly putting all her weight on her little toes and the pole, sending it ramming to her cervix to elicit a shout and a shiver from her dropping to her soles from the small fall. She quickly pushed herself up to her articulated toes again, lifting the pressure within her, shaking from the scorching deep fire in her backside and the teasing pole inside her.\n\nHissing came as the metal dildo began retracting, making her gasp in sensation of it drawing outside her gushing folds. As soon as it was low enough for it to stop holding her, she swayed, lightheaded from everything, the edging, the pain, the duration. She was still blindfolded, but could feel the concrete floor rushing to her. A warm strong body grabbed her and held her up before impact, arms reaching down to hold the crook of her knees and pick her up entirely.\n\nA bed, yes, that was the soft feeling she now felt. His bed. A place to share with him, to sleep with him, to always be with him. She was losing herself to the draw of a nice mattress and exhaustion, even as Kelt pushed her farther below the covers. By the time her drowsy head was at his groin, she was fading, barely registering him reaching down to push fingers past her lips and hold her mouth open as his cock was suddenly pushed past it.\n\nThe musky taste assaulted her at first, jolting her, but then it receded to familiar comfort, that scent one she had fallen asleep with before. Even as a burning jet of foul piss fired right into her neck, she let her body's instincts handle it. Kelt moving his hands to grip her face and dig himself deeper and hold her as deep as possible. Wet guttural gulps came rapidly before those left, a final rough pull spreading her mouth enough for his fat knot to cram inside, sending his tip far into her throat with his foot long length, the flow draining right to her stomach with no assistance. \n\nThis is how she fell asleep that night, and wished for it to be like this every night, even as her jaws ached and throat burned. She knew she had served him, and made him happy and pleased. Her love for her brother was absolute, transcending even her own agonized and disgusted sensations as a terrible warmth pooled in her belly. Her last conscious act as she felt him unload his bladder to her throat was a smile, skewed on lips stretched around his knot.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Housewarming

Tekla woke up in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed. But something was familiar, a warmth, a scent, a presence that had been beside her all of her life. The voluptuous sergal girl opened her eyes fully, remembering the trip to this unbelievable mountain home, an entirely new world outside her little tunnel.

But above all of that, above even the soft feeling of being draped in an actual blanket, so long spent sleeping naked on a mattress, the feeling of his arms tightly wrapped around her swollen pregnant middle filled her senses. His body pressed to hers from behind, his soft breath tickling her hair, making her ear flit.

She had awoken in his arms many times, but none had ever been so... welcoming. But there was a definite other aspect about his embrace, the tight clutching of her to him, his leg draped over her own, his hold of her was deeply possessive. She softly breathed out, at a peace she so rarely felt, a smile decorating her jaws as she took comfort in being so completely owned.

So completely cherished in his own way, coveted even. Soon a huff of air was blown onto the top of her head, the girl's eyes flicking up to look at the long angular snout of the large male sergal spooning her. His eyes were open, silver and intense, but there was something about the light behind them when he looked at her, held her. They were no longer icy, still cold, but... brighter.

He was her master, her twin brother, her entire world, he was Kelt Mazarin. She was Tekla, a name he graciously let her remember, though he no longer used it. The sergal twins shared the same sandy gold fur, white underbellies and secondary splitting a nice contrast into them. She was twenty-two, same as her brother. While he was tall, fit and lean with athletic muscles somewhat hiding under his pelt, she was soft, plush and curvy, already taking the appearance of a body used to motherhood.

Tekla backed up against him what little extra she could as they simply basked in the presence and touch of their sibling. His chin nuzzled her head a bit, "Good morning cunt. How did my fucktoy sleep?''

As he spoke, his arms began roaming from their spot on her big belly, hands touching and trailing, claws scraping and tingling, making her shiver in his full body grasp. He had been awake long before her, yet was content to lay with her fur pressed to his, her breathing and the tautness of her occupied womb captivating to him. After all, it was his child in her, as was every child she had made.

The sister gave a happy hum as her body was caressed, "Good master, I slept better than ever.'' She noted his hips push up to her butt harder, felt his bulging sheath nestle in her crack.

A pleased rumble vibrating through her core from his close body was the only response she got. Closing her eyes again, she relaxed against him, letting the sharp sensations of his exploring hands soothe her, while also stoking that fire in her loins.

She realized how happy she was in this moment, an instinctual purr not being able to be stopped as she felt the pleasure that always came from being in his arms. She was happy because of him, because she was owned by him. He set upon himself the task to keep her safe, fulfilled, owned and happy, to protect her.

She felt him getting hard, the familiar almost eleven inch length budding from his fat sheath, the pale mast of pointed flesh prodding at her asshole as it grew. He kept his touch mobile, though made sure to hold her in place, securing the hole of his cock's dwelling to her anus, ensuring it had but one place to go.

She relaxed for him, knowing there were times to let him slide in despite his standing order that she tighten, so anal was as rough as possible. Though the dry entry gave her a pleasant burn, she was well experienced enough to take him without assistance, and was conditioned enough to take pleasure from the pain.

She softly moaned as she felt him grow inside her, delving deeper, spreading her, the sensation of firmness growing directly in her colon. Even his knot started growing already inserted past her rim, locking him inside. This was fine to Kelt, figuring a calm relaxed method of morning pleasure befitting after spending so much time stuck in the car, he appreciated this bed as much as Tekla did.

He kept feeling her, taking in every inch with his fingers and imparting his understanding of her body to her in the way of teasing gropes and tantalizing motions, bringing her pregnancy enhanced neediness to full bear.

"Make me cum, no moving.'' He ordered calmly, directly into her ear, his stoicalness somewhat broken by the sound of his tail swishing through the sheets behind him. She smiled to herself, being ordered to stimulate him using nothing but the contraction of her anal walls. He was taking an easy morning, and testing her capabilities at the same time.

She didn't feel afraid to fail this, as while she wasn't certain of her anal undulation skills, she knew that now she was to be with him 24/7, he would certainly have the capacity to fully train any lacking parts of her behavior. So with no further ado, she did her best to massage his cock with only her muscles.

Kelt was impressed, though he was far from climax. But that was his goal, a soothing time of a snug rectum pulsing over his length as he enjoyed his morning, his own happy rumble barely audible over Tekla's own purr.

"I see you are incapable of doing your task, we shall have to work on that. Hold still.'' He tightened his full body hold on her, and spun, now laying upon his back with his child-heavy sister slave above him, still knotted deep within her ass. But not for long, as now that he had Tekla atop him, he curled his arms under her armpits and rolled his hips back, yanking the fat bulb free with a terse breathy moan from her.

Then he was slamming back into her, rough unlubed anal his main use of her. Her ass was her primary fuckhole, pussy only touched in the event of breeding and birth, though her face was in common usage as well. She learned well how to take his brutal pace under her tail, and learned to have it replace her cunt as her pleasure center, but she understood that her pleasure was pointless. In fact, the aches and pains of such rough anal is what filled her with delight, a sensation of giving and subservience, physical evidence of him using her, a sensational receipt to the transaction of serving him.

Kelt was grunting in her ear within a minute, locking the knot into her rectum as she felt hot spurts soothe the fiery ache in her passage. She had already been pleasing him, he just needed to take that last bit into his own hands. He could last longer, he could even go again if he wanted, but he felt no need to extend this duration. It was a simple morning nutting, and while it would become a bigger routine eventually, he still had to welcome his pet to the house in full.

He was pulling her harshly to his lap, poking his tip deep into her innards, filling her with the swelling sense of joy and comfort as her need exploded without being sated, her hormones and his cum filling her guts making Tekla drop her tongue out to pant with hot breath. She relaxed in his grasp though, feeling his head rest over hers as she fought down pitiful moaning whimpers. She understood her body was there for him to use, to make him cum, not her.

Though her mind calmed, her body kept its fire, her bare slit dripping with wetness while slightly quivering on each of his hearty throbs rolling up her colon. He simply held her to him as he rumbled and she needfully huffed, feeling her hot walls squeeze him, milk him for every shot of seed coming from the clenching impressive ballsack below their joining.

He could feel her desire, sensed her skybound lust, and continued to gently rub her. His touch went all over her body, and while it might have seemed like an attempt to calm her, they both understood it was him sending her to new pits of arousal with no way to sate it.

Her mind raced through thoughts of sex and pleasure, but she paused as she might have realized what her brother was doing. After his pulses stopped firing deep within her bowels, he silently tugged her off his bulb, making her gasp and shiver.

But he twisted her around now, their fronts now facing as she kneeled over his lap, keeping her tailhole closed to prevent leakage while his length was tucked in her round asscheeks. He had his hands on her hips, her wonderful heavy breasts facing him. His eyes wandered in place of his hands now, the silver orbs locked to the big swells before tracing her outlines, running over her curves, the biggest of which being her pregnant belly.

Tekla was indeed beautiful, a prime specimen even before the nonstop pregnancies of her youth. But with those, the constant hormones had shaped her to be a truly unparalleled woman, body chemistry at the peak of femininity all throughout the years her body developed. It swelled her breasts, rounded her ass, bolstered her shapes, and formed her to an almost divine beauty. Even the pregnant bulging of her belly added some appeal in his mind.

Then his eyes met her face, and lingered, absorbing her, reading her, seeing that lust in her angled snout, the gentle smile on her lips, the devotion in her own eyes. A grand moment was spent simply taking her in, fresh and clean, appearance unhindered by sequestered living in a concrete tunnel. She saw him staring at her, not just her body, and blushed while averting her eyes cutely.

He smiled, broadly, in a way that she had not seen for so long. He was so proud of his possession, so joyed at the woman it became. He lifted a hand from her side to trail his claws up her golden fur, stopping beneath the soft rounding of her breast, palm splaying out to hold the large natural ball of flesh from the bottom. The breast spilled over his hand, true matron mammaries, only swollen further as they plumped up with milk.

His eyes then locked to her nipples, pretty nubs with fairly small areolas that broke up the rolling mounds of white fur, beads of white leaking as he squished. Those were his target, and he moved his second hand to the side he already held, and guided his sister lower, leaning in himself just a bit. A swift motion pushed his wedged snout to her nip, lips locking to it as Tekla inhaled a bit, tensely relaxing as her sensitive teat was suckled and gently gnawed.

She moaned softly, leaning forward more as she relaxed further, bringing herself to him as Kelt began taking large gulps of fresh milk, a favorite refreshment of his. Her breasts were bountiful, their capacity above average, their production honed over years of constant pregnancy. But Kelt's morning appetite was voracious, and he was both willing and capable of draining her tanks dry.

As his calm rhythmic drinking progressed, Tekla got more and more noisy, moaning and whimpering as her nipple was drained and played with, an untold ecstasy. Each heavy pant that came with a happy gulp from her master grew huskier, her breathing deepening with rocketing arousal.  She felt it, pulsing through her in time with Kelt sucking a mouthful of delectable milk from her.

Tekla did her best to fight it, hoping this coming climax is one her master wanted, as she had not been given permission to cum. Kelt's powerful suction emptied her first bountiful reservoir, popping off her nipple with a satisfied lick and a teasing bite before moving to the next, the cycle of lust building atop itself as he began working on the remaining brimming breast.

Just as he began drinking from her in earnest, she shivered, her full weight pressing to him as she shook atop his lap, juices spraying over him and the sheets, his cum leaking out of her quivering asshole. A resolute moan filled the room, a hot shout, with a final drawn out "Masterrrr!'' leaving her lips.

Kelt continued to drink unphased, knowing her sensitivity to nipple play while he was simply enjoying an equivalent to coffee. Though much more rich and creamy, while imparting a pleasingly familiar undertone of his sister's presence. This fluid was something he had on his mind, one of the many plans to enact now that his slave had been taken to her permanent residence.

He detached his muzzle from her teat, a few white drips coming from it as she heaved with heavy breath against him, distant shivers running through her body. It had been awhile since she last came, this one blowing her away. He sent one hand to wrap around her, holding her close, happy to have her warmth pressed to his chest. The other kept grasping that hefty breast he was drinking from.

"Your milk production is very good, and the flavor will improve once I give you a more regulated diet. You will be more routinely milked and we will store it, I'll show you the machine milking frame during the tour later. You'll be spending a lot of time with it.''

Though her face and body were still drowned with bliss, her mind was listening to his orders, conditioned to pause all thought while he spoke. A new shuddery quiet moan slipped past her wedged face as he reaffixed his lips to her nub, the flow of milk resuming as he took paced swallows while his tongue lashed around.

"T-Thank you master, I'm very glad you enjoy my milk. I'll do everything I can to better serve you, please do whatever you need to make me more enjoyable.'' Her head lowered and shoved against his neck, nuzzling with pleasured notes. "And I will accept punishment for my orgasm.''

Kelt kept silent as he calmly took his morning drink, a soon to be frequent event. He changed his suction pressure, increasing as she grew empty, breast no longer packed and heavy with sweet milk. As the flow of cream diminished, he wrapped his firm hands around the swell, squeezing to eke out every drop as Tekla fully devolved to blissful shivers.

The second her teat went dry for sure, Kelt broke his kiss to her nipple, licking his lips as a bit of a satisfied sigh came. Tekla's breasts were bountiful, fitting to the image of beauty and prime breeder she was and providing a full morning meal to her brother. They were even plumper before he drained them. He sat back against the pillows and backboard, humming appreciatively as he held his post-orgasm sensitive sister to him, shuddering in delight of the stimulative milking while he still sensually caressed her.

She was further receptive to his touch as his hands trailed around her back, the girl's tail shooting out and curling with every trace of his claws through her fur. Kelt stared off to the ceiling while feeling his perfect slave, "Your milk will fit into my diet nicely.''

His hands directly lowered, hands grasping her bubbly asscheeks to gently feel and knead them. "Yes, some modifications to composition and production should be simple enough. Size isn't an issue with you, so it's more of refinement than enhancement. Though you might benefit from F cups.'' As if on cue a harsh shudder from Tekla smushed her rack to his chest, his rumbling vibrations barely tickling her nips.

Kelt went on as his sister melted in his grasp, "That was very responsible of you to acknowledge your unauthorized orgasm as well, fuckpet. Though I will admit, you have caught me in a good mood, and your punishment will be something simple tonight. I am much too excited to show you around and get you settled for you to spend most of the day in the shock harness.''

Words were becoming difficult, as even though her climax had passed, the heightened arousal was not going down, especially with Kelt's constant groping. He looked down to her, nudging her head out of the crook of his neck with his own snout, gently smiling in ways that filled her with the joy of being able to make him happy.

As he nudged her face apart to look at him, their snouts pressed, and she did steal a quick kiss from him, a bemused rumble being his only response as she giggled and moaned with lustful adoration. He then surprised her, by launching his wedged muzzle forward to press to hers, her eyes and tall ears showing mild shock as his grin turned smug.

It had been a long time since he had vocalized his emotions for her directly, longer since he had said those three words she said to him so often. But occasionally her brother snuck in these quick moments of showing his own tenderness to her, even if it was in the lead up to him beating her. She knew he held her in high regard, and though her studious conviction that he truly loved her waned with the years in the tunnels, her instilled unwavering devotion filled the gaps. While he no longer told her of his love, instead each morning spent in his lap as he brushed her fur made sure that even if he no longer loved her as a person and sister, he did cherish her as his possession, and that was enough for the girl.

But as he booped her snoot quite uncharacteristically, she almost squealed. Then his hand was planted atop her skull, and pushing her whole body downwards, her face getting nearer and nearer to the sheath she had been warming by pressing her hips against.

"How... rude of me to take such a long drink, without giving you anything of your own.'' His smugness washed away to order, "Drain my bladder, toilet.''

As her legs slid down the bed and her sharp muzzle grew near that wonderfully plump sheath she knew so well, her body let him move her. "Yes master,'' she whispered gently, a dumb smile still on her face from the affection that had been shown to her this morning.

It was a near mechanical motion, well rehearsed and ingrained into her muscle memory by this point. Her lips locked around the top of his sheath, pushing forward to smush her nostrils into his pubic fur, adding a haze-inducing scent to her mind as the motion pushed the pocket of flesh down his member a bit, revealing his tip to the warm insides of her maw.

Kelt relaxed, leaning back fully to the pillows as the hand atop her head began gently petting her with a thumb, simply feeling the pristine fur washed last night. A grunt, a sight, a muffled moan, then a gulp. Then another, another, each gulp loud and heavy, spaced as her mouth filled with murky acrid morning urine.

Her face scrunched as the bitter burning flavor hit at first, then softened with each hearty swallow, relaxing into conditioned bliss. Regardless of the act, of her pleasure or pain, of sensation or flavor, she would be happy as long as she was fulfilling a need that her brother had. As long as she was serving her master to her fullest.

He gave her a look, "More sucking, toilet. Not going to empty nearly fast enough if you're not sucking the piss out.''

The newly fervent paced noises went on for a while, Kelt a large sergal, with a large bladder filled to the brim with a healthy hydration practice that made sure his volume was larger than normal, and almost always full. He saved his releases for the start and end of the day usually, but should something need to be pissed in at any moment in the day, he could dump a bladder into it.

Her gulps became more guttural, hot breaths escaping between, eyes locked to his own with brows kinked in subservient pleasure. Her body's lust both paused and skyrocketed, body forced to derive pleasure from such acts, while her mind was conditioned to focus on nothing but her master's needs at these moments.

Tekla's pussy continued to drip long after her orgasm, matting the fur between her legs, a trail staining the sheets, quivering slit aching and burning after nearly nine months of being untouched. It was her breeding hole, not her main hole anymore. She rested upon her pregnant belly now, arms holding Kelt's thighs to raise most weight off her unborn child, though she purred and hummed as he kept stroking her head, rubbing that one spot behind an ear that made her choke on his piss with a shudder of pleasure.

He spoke then, nothing else to do while his bladder drained to her mouth, head pushed harshly to his sheath. "Nine years.'' A gulp rang out from under him. "It took me nine years to give you a new home. So much has gone into this, I have spent so much to make sure this place is perfect for my perfect slave.''

The masculine sandy furred sergal continued to meet her submissive eyes as she drank another large quantity of piss that kept gushing right to the back of her mouth. "A perfect home, for a perfect pet, I cannot wait to show it all to you. To use it all on you.''

Kelt sighed once more, of relief and rare excitement. He gently closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Tekla's fur in his hands, of her mouth shoved to his sheath, her lips and tongue pulsing as she drank his yellow torrent of waste.

She drank it like the well trained toilet she was, enjoying his flavor, his use of her, able to serve a need of his, no matter how foul. Her pregnant belly grumbled with his liquid injection, the overfilled morning bladder imbuing her with tingling warmth and a slight burn. A happy little hum came from her as she gulped around his tip, eyes looking up at her master dreamily.

As his stream dwindled, her gulps spaced out, cheeks bulging slower instead of rapid chugging. Tekla drank with soft sips, savoring his last drops in one final mouthful, gulping loudly once he was empty. She kept looking up to him sensually, keeping her lips locked around his sheath as Kelt gave a final sigh.

He rubbed his fingers around her ears, making her smile more with a delighted flush. "Such a good toilet.'' His angled snout split to a grin, "I suppose it's time you've gotten breakfast now. Let’s get you fed, shall we?'' Adjusting the grip on her head, he pulled her off his protruding cock to shove her snout under his balls, ensuring her nose dragged over them.

He pulled her deeper between his legs, under him, rotating his hips a bit to bear his asshole to her delving lips. A final tug drew her head to his sitting rear enough where her mouth kissed his rim, his heavy balls laid over her snout as her face was obscured by being shoved under him. He felt the warm sucking seal enveloping his rim in no time, a practiced activity, and Kelt let go.

Her only warning was the direct blast of hot gas piped down her throat, but she was trained enough in her purpose to only lightly cough from the dirty air. Instead of hacking and pulling away like any sane person, she relaxed further and sucked the fumes out, making sure her lips were secure to the undulating anus, rendering her mouth as an extension of the guts of her brother. She felt a hand snake through her hair to gently grasp an ear, a thumbing caress making her shiver from sensation as more filthy air ripped into her linked gullet, Tekla dutifully sucking it out with faint belching noises as it was pushed into her stomach, going above and beyond to make sure he was clear.

The fleshy ring her soft snout was pressed against started winking, a sign she knew well. The sister settled down from the touch of her brother all around her, opening her throat and preparing to take all his waste into herself. It smushed through her lips not long after, the taste just as revolting as the smell dominating her senses, spreading deeper into her perception as it pushed fully into her slick maw.

Gliding across her tongue, the wet horrid shit was tenderly guided to the back of her mouth, pressing to her throat just as it broke off, a little spurt splattering her teeth as the connection of her face to his ass was clear for a brief moment as he readied the next log. But her muscles could take over while there was no external force sending his waste into her, tongue curling, cradling the piece of near-solid vomit-inducing foulness, she brought it deeper within her neck as her eyes began watering under Kelt's sweaty balls from the intense flavor.

No coughs came, no hurks, no retches, she was a trained toilet, this taste something she experienced almost daily. It was still horrendous, but she was capable, made stronger by her brother's use of her. The thick chunk entered her throat without much issue, the motherly sister keeping the organic toilet-pipe open and pliable with curated relaxation, while swallowing carefully to bring the long log to her stomach with practiced efficiency.

Just as it was halfway down her bobbing neck, little noises of full on revulsion emanating from between his legs and under him, she felt the next one push through their connected holes. This one was big, scraping her incisors as it forced its way inside quickly, extra gas rippling out with it, truly filling her senses.

Kelt looked down at the broad body laid out before him, head buried under his groin, arms looping under his thighs to hold him securely to her mouth. She dominated the bed, her full height placing her articulated footpaws as hanging off the edge, while his barely went past her globular ass. He could see the struggle in her form, but it was acceptable. Having shit dumped down your throat is something a body will never truly be okay with, so the little muscle twitches and slightly thrashing tail with every inch a log made down her neck were nothing Kelt was upset with.

She felt the first piece land solidly in her belly, instinctively pushing down that rising feeling of disgust, despite the lowly gurgle her stomach emitted. Now that her brother's second loosely dense shit was bearing down on her throat, chunks breaking off to fall outside her teeth and get ground against her gums, she was going to get busy.

The choked noises were not choking, instead it was the girl using her tongue to effectively grab the log, and shove it into her esophagus. Each powerful sucking descent of the large shit lurched her body gently, back arching as her neck tried to give the waste a straight shot to her stomach, quiet moaning noises of exertion coming when there was no longer enough of the dark brown deposit left in her mouth for her tongue to assist the movement. It was all up to her throat muscles, and once the ball was rolling, it slid right down.

She could take a full two-foot horse dildo in her face, she knew how to control her throat. A little mix of relaxing it open and flexing to pull the feces down made for a speedy eating method. It was hard of course, just because she knew exactly what to do and was well versed didn't clear her of the challenge of choking her brother's shit down, a new task already plopping past her sealed lips again.

But he kept that loving touch on her ear going, letting her know she was being a good toilet, and that's all she needed. With a resounding hacking gulp, the second log popped into her upset stomach, a puff of air blowing into his taint fur as she swallowed her rising spit and disgust. Kelt gave her no time for breaks though, right now she was just a toilet, and he was using her as such, the new lump of feces more of a glob, less solid and more a stream of mush pouring into her jaws like soft-serve.

Though her eyes were strained and crying under the blocking darkness of his balls, she smiled in the equally hidden confines of his ass. The solid ones were hard, soft and liquid shit was easy. Chugging slime is far easier than trying to swallow a dildo in one bite. Pushing her muzzle harder to his rim for extra pressure, she began sucking the mess down her throat in loud hearty gulps, each swallow coming with a slight `mmph' of revulsion and catching breath.

They were quick, the wetness of his shit conveying fully from the sloppy swallows from her pulsing neck, all out of sight for him, merely looking at her fine ass while she worked on the massive amount of dung he dumped into her mouth. Even the gulps sounded messy, churning heavy sounds of liquid and struggling muscle, but Kelt knew his toilet would get it down.

That last injection of mush was his final delivery, the asshole her lips were sealed against was now clear, gently open and winking as gentle pockets of methane seeped out while she finished choking down the chestnut paste filling her maw. Her toes curled and tail quivered from the task, the texture and sheer assault on her tastebuds providing a potent challenge of her capability despite all these years of Kelt dropping turds down her throat.

He simply watched the small tells of nauseated determination in her movements, leg twitching occasionally as footpaw clenched at nothing from a bit of mush that had a particularly strong flavored chunk inside it. Each of these minute physical struggles came with a bile-rising gulp, Kelt barely able to hear the rumbling protest of her own stomach over her noisy eating.

She chewed the mush for a while, this less solid waste always longer to eat rather than it being pumped down her neck. But she did her task with pride, despite her upset belches sneaking out occasionally, keeping the major aspects of her body's rejection of her meal under wraps as she finished sending the last large clump of sludge down. A breathy exhale came with that final struggle, tone sick but proud.

Her focus now was the little chunks that always broke off and got stuck in her teeth and gums, her tongue swiped around her gunky jawline, digging out every remnant of her brother's shit. He could  tell from the way her motions slowed, paws relaxing, she was finished eating and moving on to cleanup. Once her mouth was free of major deposits, that long wet tongue would soon be snaking through his ass to remove any traces of her meal from him. After all, he was just linking his pipe to hers, she would take the filth upon herself in service to him.

He felt something prodding his ring, still snugly enveloped by her moist lips and purposeful sucking. It circled around the wrinkled dirty rim, scrubbing it with long swishes that made Kelt rumble happily atop her. Her body was undulating a bit, pushing her lips to him as she sent her tongue to slather his brown hole, soft wet noises coming from under him as he felt cleaner and cleaner. She visibly pushed forwards, skull shoving deeper under him slightly as that dextrous muscle entered him, spinning and prodding to break up and pull out the remainders of his waste.

Tekla was used to the taste of his ass, rimming him often, and if her rimming was to be more enjoyable, she needed to fully clean him now, so that her love for his taste was not diminished by the lingering taint of feces. But being a veteran ass-eater, she happily tongued him clean, more intense wet slurps echoing from under his balls as she went to town. Still kissing his anus tightly, sucking and shoving her tongue in experience patterns, the flow of filthy spit and shitty chunks made their way to her throat again, swiftly swallowed in her duty.

Kelt let himself fall into the soft embrace of the pillows around, taking in the sights and feelings of his sister wedged up under his ass and clearing him out with a skilled tongue. It tickled, in a way, but it was relaxing more than anything. He lost track of time, falling into the throes of calmness from an expert deep rimming.

Until a loud sucking pop came, the warmth of his sister's lips parting from his anus with a breaking of the pressurized seal to his innards, a few loud gasps and coughs coming from below him as he suddenly missed the tender mouth glued to his rim. Tekla caught her breath, body quaking a bit, jiggling her backside before him. Kelt looked down to the body buried under his groin, thumb still gently rubbing a long conical ear.

"All done pet?''

A few soft licks graced his freshly-cleaned hole, a quick kiss returning outside warmth to it briefly in a signal of completion. That measured smile was on his jaws as he lifted his hips a bit, granting her the freedom to extract herself and lift herself to her knees, face matted from tears and his sweaty fur. Her lips were twinged brown, her brows kinked in continued disgust from the flavors that seeped through her palate, mouth squiggled downwards as sad little burps came, making her raise a hand to her long angled snout.

Groaning, she kneeled upright, her meal settled deep in her stomach, hidden away behind her gravid belly, hints of strained skin showing where the soft white and gold fur wore thin. After the re-emerged foulness from the small burps, she dropped her mouth open to hang a stained tongue out, sending her hands to tenderly hold her occupied middle, finding joy in being heavy with his child, instead of just his shit.

A little gurgle whimpered past her skin, the busty matron looking down at her belly, making a small gasp. "O-Oh, I don't think the baby likes what I ate. Got a big kick.''

Kelt's hands landed atop hers, roaming her belly with his sister, making her look at his eyes with new adoration behind the slightly bloodshot strain of being his toilet. This touch brought a smile to her, blushing lightly as her ears folded in emotion as he handled her.

"That's too bad. I have plans for this one that it might not like.'' He spoke while feeling her and the child within, while taking in her form as she kneeled naked before him.

She hummed happily to him. "Do as you wish, master. I, and everything I birth, are yours.''

A calm rumble of confirmation was his only response as he held her pregnant middle.

Tekla tilted a head, eyeing her brother with some unsure curiosity. "If... If I may, master... What will you do?'' She had a good idea, having borne him many children in the tunnel, but each one was ended swiftly at his hands, with more and more creativity and arousal each time. Now that they were in their fated beautiful solitary castle, she wasn't sure just what lay in store for the poor thing in her womb. "What method are you thinking of? I know your moods vary, but I also know you like choking them with your cock.''

She would rather they live, wanting to be a mother, wanting so badly to be a mother for him, but her love for him gave Kelt final say over all matters. If he wishes to snuff it, she will help in any way possible, all before getting promptly knocked back up again, as soon as possible.

But the stoic sandy sergal shook his head, thumb rubbing her pregnancy-pronounced navel, making her flush and breathe a bit deeper. "No.''

She blinked, unsure what she heard. "No?''

His cold silver eyes suddenly met hers, hearing the unneeded question in her voice, even if she was asking out of hidden joy. "Do not speak when it is so pointless, and never question me.''

She drooped her head in submission, nodding, while her tail secretly flailed in hope. "Yes master, I apologize for my disrespectful behavior.''

Kelt merely gave an acknowledging hum. Silence ensued, before Kelt once more broke it. "I am not killing this one. Not anytime soon, at least. This home represents a new part of our life, the first one to be born within these walls is special. Much of the upcoming offspring will be kept for a certain number of years, I have many plans, and even more ideas.''

He could see her itch to ask, to know, to be right there with him as he determined his children's fates. He smiled then, knowing she was to be at his side. "Go. Ask.''

In an instant. "How long? How long will they live?'' Hope was in her bright eyes.

"No more than five years. Likely less due to their usage. But I have no real cap.''

The light faded, but a glimmer remained. She was not one to argue with the man that controlled her life, but she would take what he offered and enjoy it to its best. If she would only have a few years with them, a sparse amount of time to be a real mother for each one, she would cherish the moments. "I understand master.'' The intrigue remained in her orbs, looking back to her swollen middle as their hands both held it. "May I ask what their usage will be?''

Kelt shrugged. "The exact specifics will be done in the moment. All I have for this one so far-'' his hand coursed over the taut belly, "-is that this house needs a garbage disposal under the sink. Or perhaps I could use a new doll, or pillow. I am still undecided.''

That hit her. Not for the reasons of feeling terrible or guilty knowing he would use their child for such a horrid task, but rather that he was using their child for it. "Master, I can be the disposal. You know you can use me for whatever you-"

"I know. And you will. You have not given birth yet, and the child needs to mature slightly to be able to handle any task. You are my perfect possession, you will do everything I need you to. But a dedicated unit is better than piling a varied workload on a single system. You will have new duties here, there will be times where you are indisposed. I have curated your new responsibilities to be just enough of a burden on you, while still giving looseness for me to demand impromptu services.''

Tekla took a moment to let his words sink in, calm her, show her she was not being replaced. He was just optimizing, she was still his. Meeting his eyes, she smiled and nodded, no words needed. He would use her for as long as they lived.

Letting go of her body, Kelt roused himself off the bed. He looked back to his pet still kneeling on the sheets, looking at her round belly with joy and pride. Her gift would serve her master, and that was all the assurances about its future she needed. Her thoughts were interrupted by Kelt's solid voice.

"You have five minutes to take care of any needs you have yourself, then I have much to show you.''

-

Their first stop on the tour was the kitchen, it resided in the large open room that made up most of the main floor. From the front door, directly across was a two-story high wall of windows set into the timbers, with a grand stack of slate serving as a chimney set into the wall on the right, beside the door that led to the master bedroom.

Going inwards from the house's entryway, was the living room, in front of the wrought iron fireplace set into the slate hearth, chairs and sofas facing it, while a dining table and a heavy chandelier took up the space of the left side of the room. Closer to the front door, that side bore an island counter of ornate granite, the kitchen farther past that and up against the wall the main door resided on.

In front of the nicely carved cabinets and sleek counters, silver appliances that glowed with blue displays, the twins stood, Kelt standing taller than his sister. Both went without clothes, as Kelt pointed things out to her.

"Your first and most important task will be to learn to cook. I will need you to prepare at least three meals a day, with utmost skill. I will provide ingredients and tutorials, but you will not be perfect instantly. You will be learning this over the next few years, but you will be proficient enough to serve in just a week or two.'' Tekla was already memorizing the locations of plates and cups, even more committed to dedicated memory as he led her to the pantry.

The tour went on, ticking off boxes of needs and services. Laundry, organization, sexual relief, there was no shortage. The primary list of tasks put upon her were housekeeping in nature, cleaning, dusting, ensuring their little heaven was well kept.

Tekla's other tasks became clear when they entered the basement, made of dark concrete and filled to the brim with various bondage devices, with some looking downright brutal. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the modular looking mix of a medical table and a gynecologist's stirrups, yet it seemed to be designed to her exact measurements, down to the arm restraints and everything.

"That will be your variable restraint table. It is for you, and only you. It's frame is handy for keeping you down for a number of applications, and it can be fitted with numerous attachments, but it's primary use is a holding restraint for the reciprocating dildos, and the automated milkers. But, it is foolish of me to say there is only one main use. For I have many uses for you.''

Fascination filled her eyes as she stepped to the padded frame of her own torture table, running a hand along the cold metal edge. She didn't say anything, no response requested by her master, but she tried to familiarize herself with it as soon as possible. She did note the block and piston of a fuck machine pointing up between the spread leg holders, and saw a violently barbed dildo that was bigger than her fist on it. Tail curling, she knew it would hurt, but it was okay as long as her pain brought Kelt joy. Underneath she saw some kind of tank, with dual tubes connected to the base. Tekla guessed this was the foundation of the milkers, which was something she was quite looking forward to. Everything about their relationship was a give and take, even if it was a skewed give and take.

"It will be a time before this is truly used on you, your other tasks take priority above my desires. I will put you to it when your breasts are full once more, to test the milkers. It is unused, and custom adjustments may be needed. Otherwise, much of the other gear in here doesn't need explanation, as you don't need to understand it to have it used on you.''

Unable to look away from her own personal restraint bed, captivated by it in that twisted way, the matronly sister merely nodded. She would be lying if she said she was perfectly calm and excited, there was a subtle fear in her. Even though she learned to translate the pain into better sensations, it was still pain. The rest of the tour here was small, and it appeared Kelt was being purposefully brief, not seeing it needed to inform his pet of things down here until a need-to-know basis. This was clearly evident by the two rooms off to the side of the basement, one being a sizable and well stocked surgical suite, while the other could be described as nothing more than a torture chamber, just having not seen use yet.

Cages, poles, wall mounted cuffs, sharp and painful implements and devices housed all around. He merely opened the door for her to look inside, halting her as she tried to enter.

"No. You do not belong here. This room is not meant for you. Consider this my personal study, and off limits.''

Thought was behind her eyes as she swiveled her long head to look up at him, his silver eyes staring coldly into the room. Another nod was given, and he closed the door and led her away.

"Now we return to the bedroom, as I wish for you to try on your new gear and outfits.'' The MILFy sister settled to happily step behind her brother as they returned to the rustically ornate main part of the house, tail swishing as she imagined what kind of sexy clothes he bought her. There would be taking in the future, but now was a time of giving for both. Kelt enjoyed seeing his sister in all the sexy ways she could be, while she rather appreciated his love for her appearance.

Hours were then spent going through a new wardrobe of kinky and revealing clothing, all forms of materials and fashion used. From loose silky cloth, to tight hugging latex, Tekla was made to try on a myriad of outfits. Most of them were focused on bondage or degradation of course, a long time spent fitting belts and cuffs, tightening harnesses and buckling restraints for easier application later. But she was a willing mannequin for him, putting on everything he wished, letting him bind and twist her, bend her and inspect her. She was just happy some of the more harsh gear had dedicated duplicates modified to handle her pregnancy, happy that she would not be spared serving him just because she carried a child. Plus, Kelt now truly appreciated the way straps can go around a swollen belly, much how lovely it was to see them around breasts.

She would be expected to know this wardrobe by heart, able to change on command, and even restrain herself when possible. Though like much of her duties, that would be a ways away, training is required for all things in this new life. After this exhausting display of garments, Kelt returned to the kitchen, making a simple meal of some pan-seared fish, showing his observant sister some of the baseline skill she skipped having grown up in a musty old tunnel.

She knelt beside his chair as he ate at the wood carved table, naked with bountiful body open, rubbing her heavy belly with  an unashamed smile. He made it clear she would be under the table and tending to him while he ate most times.

As he finished, he reminded her that it was time for her to eat as well, and informed her of where to get a can of nutrient paste and a feeding tube. Tekla hopped to her paws, nodding vigorously as her first real task in the house was given, moving to the pantry beside the kitchen. Still naked and her extra gift of life adding much more jiggle to her exposed golden hued body, Kelt keenly watched her heavy breasts and bountiful ass from his position, seeing her carefully scan the shelves.

He even had the smaller curl to his lips of a genuine smile as he saw her suddenly perk up, standing taller to bounce her chest as she looked positively thrilled to find what she was looking for. Grabbing it and turning to leave the little storage room, she looked like a proud puppy bringing a ball back, swiftly returning to her master with her dinner, kneeling beside him while outstretching her hands in offering. He would have to drill her on a sexier walk, wanting to see an alluring sashay at all times. He sighed to himself, reminding him that there were many things needing to be trained, but there were priorities.

Large clawed hands wrapped around the can and tube almost delicately as Kelt spent a moment memorizing that look on her face, the simple and powerful joy of serving him, light radiating from her very being. He took the items, swiftly popping the lid of bland muck that would give her body everything it needed in one sitting. The feeding tube however, was just a tube, and stuck it into the paste, offering the entire thing to her.

She was in this instance familiar, this method of feeding being her only one once Kelt waned her off real food, too arduous to bring it to her as his life advanced. She now lived on a diet of his solid and liquid waste, with one of these cans a day. Clamping her long angled snout around the other end of the tube like she would his dick while he peed, she began intently sucking, pulling the paste to her mouth and drinking it.

Partially why her mouth was so much fun to fuck, was her well-trained ability of suction, honed over years of sucking to eat. Held tenderly in her hands, Tekla happily sipped her flavorless dinner, kneeling beside the man that meant everything to her, making a happy squeak as he set a hand atop her head and gently pet her as she ate. Tekla was such a lovely pet after all.

She finished without much fanfare, her eating of this nothing like the treasured intimacy of eating her brother's excrement, even if this goop went down easier. Another task was presented to her then: taking her empty jar and his dirty dish, and cleaning them. He followed her to the sink to make sure she was doing it right, and to inform her that the plate and silverware was to just be deposited into the dishwasher after a rinse.

She cleaned her tube first, taking a long brush made for it, scrubbing its insides thoroughly before setting it out on a towel to dry. Kelt watched over her shoulder, a hand taking a hearty grip of her big butt, kneading as she worked, bringing a smile to her face. As she was about to send the plate under the faucet though, he halted her.

"Remember slave, there is no disposal yet. You must clean the remaining food outside the sink.''

She nodded, seeing the flakes of fish and the thin bits of bone and other minute little leftovers. As she motioned to pull the trash can out of the space in the cabinet he pointed out earlier, she noticed the sliding compartment was empty, lacking a trash can. She looked up to him in question, but that unwavering look he gave her told her everything she needed to know.

"Am I your trashcan master?''

A single calm nod came, somewhat off-put that she took the time to ask, rather than act. "Yes, trash goes inside you until we have a dedicated one. However you will always need to lick the dishes clean before putting them in the dishwasher. I'll show you the outside dumpster when you need to be emptied for the first time.''

She looked back to the messy plate, nodding with new determination. She barely took any time to spread her angular jaws and hold the plate up, quickly swiping her long tongue around it. Being a sergal, she was made to eat things, but it was usually only Kelt's ass she ate. Her roaming mouth soon reached the little bones, eyes flicking up to check with her owner if she had to lick everything clean.

Another nod. Tekla may be lacking in the knowledge due to her isolated upbringing, but sergals are tough resilient creatures, perfectly capable of eating bones. Any organic item really, while being resilient to the usual downsides of such consumption, such as allowing her to eat shit without much happening beside a stomach ache and an uncomfortable excretion of her own. Kelt would be utilizing their species natural capacity for durability, already using it to get away with shoving broken glass in her colon with zero side effects beyond overnight pain from the cuts that vanished shortly later.

With that, the little pile of thin bones were swept into her maw, a path of cleared grease and food now where her slick organ had been. little hums came as she dedicatedly carried out her task, glad to be of use, to lift his burden of caring for her that much more. Once finished, she sucked the silverware as well before neatly placing everything in the dishwasher.

Standing back to full height, pushing her broad tits and larger belly out, she stood with her arms behind her back, happily staring at Kelt while she licked her lips, cherishing the hints of flavor from real food. He nodded to her, before walking away, knowing she would follow. They stomped down the steps once more, returning to the lower floor, leading past the second bedroom and bar, past the sliding door to a deck with a wondrous view of the mountain, right down the little hall until they reached the metal security door of the basement.

Clangs rang out as it was unlocked, swinging wide, the two golden furred sergals continuing as fluorescent lights fizzled on. The process was curious to her. It was similar, being told where to go and what to do, but multiplied. It wasn't him telling her how to survive, it wasn't something where she was limited to a space of a concrete rectangle, her only items being what they could scrounge up.

Lost in thought, Tekla was still adjusting to this new way of living, barely registering the handcuffs locking her wrists together in front of her swollen middle. She blindly followed as Kelt motioned her to a spot, some kind of dildo on the floor, but with two outlines of paws on either side. Her motions were automatic, mind lost in the room, looking at every curious and strange tool of sex and restraint placed around the dungeon, numb to the hiss of pneumatics as she stepped on the foot-markers, standing over the shiny metal dildo.

She snapped out of the deeper parts of the reverie as she felt cold material meet her hot cunt, the round metal tip of the toy pushing through her folds to slide up her wet opening. A gasp was her first acknowledgement of the situation, looking around a bit, unable to see the pole mounted cock raising up, the sergal's occupied belly blocking the view. She could feel it though, inches spreading her open, striking deep, moving at a machine pace to stuff her pussy. It was big, not huge, but built for length.

She would figure this out as it kept going, reaching sweltering depths making her hold in a moan as her back arched, going to her tippy toes as it pushed to her cervix. Then it stopped, frozen against her tight depths, pushing and prodding. It all made her start to pant with need, overly sensitive from her pregnant biology and lack of vaginal use. Just as she was realizing she would have to stand tall on her toes to lighten the push of the solid object within her, stuck on a pole going up her snatch, Kelt grabbed her hands.

The grip was firm, but it was his usual touch of being just hard enough to make sure that he was in control of the movement, no more. Her cuffed wrists were lifted, sent to lay the connecting link into a specialized lock that held her arms up straight, Kelt's power even pulling her off her feet a bit. Leaving her claws and the tips of her toes the only thing supporting her on the ground beside the long dildo resting against her cervix.

He stepped back as she let the sensations of these restraints sink in, being confined to half hang, half one-bar prison, resulting in her body being held up for him to access. She stopped looking around, seeing her state, her tautly lifted body and the bold belly offsetting the image of her stung up. Breathing heavy, Tekla relaxed, sinking down on the pole the slightest more as her hands tugged her from above, a sigh of pleasure and need coming from her. She allowed herself to simply be a vessel for his wants, his needs, her own were secondary.

Kelt could see this in her features as he re-approached, quickly placing a heavy leather blindfold over. The sexy sister did nothing but smile, and so did he. His first task was some personal time with her. He stepped up close, holding her to him as he ground his shaft to her fur, feeling her with long strokes and quick grabs, absorbing her details that he could never get enough of. He saw her blush, her body grow further flustered, clear lines and drips running down the pole holding her in place.

But now it was time for their true reason to be here. He stepped away, leaving only the gravid girl's husky breaths. She didn't call out, didn't try to hear him, knowing that he would do as he wished, and that's what she wanted him to do. She heard him return, moving up behind her, grabbing a round cheek and pulling it apart to reveal her appealing well-trained anus. Slipping back, the rump returned with a jiggle and Kelt hefted the paddle he brought.

"How many spanks do you feel is enough to make up for your earlier climax, slut?'' Asked Kelt, serious and imposing.

Her answer was instant. "No less than fifty, master. I deserve to be hurt. Please, hit me.''

A resounding shattering smack filled the room, with a pitched yip behind it. "Then I will do fifty more than what I was thinking, so a hundred and twenty it is. Count them.''

Air blowing from clenched teeth, "One. Please don't hold back because you are in a good mood, mast-"

SMACK, yelp, silence.

"Two.'' She said, voice already reflecting the stinging, but hardened with determination to take her punishment like a good girl. A good sister. A good slave.

Booming clap, scream, a number. The pattern was simple, and carried on. Her quaking ass grew red and harsh, while her voice grew strained and hurt. Yet she never lost count, calling out the hits like a perfect pet, even when Kelt sent the paddle to her behind after reaching fifty and the fire on her skin surmounted.

Much of the night was this, hours more than intended, but Kelt just found the paddle to be too much fun, seeing the jiggling ass on every hit, hearing her exclamations. It thrilled him, calmed him, the masculine sergal twinging with guilt at how the most cathartic activity he knew was beating his sister. And how she allowed him to do it out of love.

At one hundred, he stopped, both her tears and juices making a mess on the floor, but the pain ensured there was no orgasm that night, even if it did keep her close to one. The second half were lighter hits, but still enough for him to enjoy, and for her to feel.

The sister's voice was ragged, twinged with tears and sorrow amid the raging pain. "P-Please master, keep going. I-I know there's twenty left, d-don't stop. I c-can- sniffle -handle it...''

There was no reply as a silent pause filled the room. The tension in her cuffs snapped then, remotely releasing and suddenly putting all her weight on her little toes and the pole, sending it ramming to her cervix to elicit a shout and a shiver from her dropping to her soles from the small fall. She quickly pushed herself up to her articulated toes again, lifting the pressure within her, shaking from the scorching deep fire in her backside and the teasing pole inside her.

Hissing came as the metal dildo began retracting, making her gasp in sensation of it drawing outside her gushing folds. As soon as it was low enough for it to stop holding her, she swayed, lightheaded from everything, the edging, the pain, the duration. She was still blindfolded, but could feel the concrete floor rushing to her. A warm strong body grabbed her and held her up before impact, arms reaching down to hold the crook of her knees and pick her up entirely.

A bed, yes, that was the soft feeling she now felt. His bed. A place to share with him, to sleep with him, to always be with him. She was losing herself to the draw of a nice mattress and exhaustion, even as Kelt pushed her farther below the covers. By the time her drowsy head was at his groin, she was fading, barely registering him reaching down to push fingers past her lips and hold her mouth open as his cock was suddenly pushed past it.

The musky taste assaulted her at first, jolting her, but then it receded to familiar comfort, that scent one she had fallen asleep with before. Even as a burning jet of foul piss fired right into her neck, she let her body's instincts handle it. Kelt moving his hands to grip her face and dig himself deeper and hold her as deep as possible. Wet guttural gulps came rapidly before those left, a final rough pull spreading her mouth enough for his fat knot to cram inside, sending his tip far into her throat with his foot long length, the flow draining right to her stomach with no assistance.

This is how she fell asleep that night, and wished for it to be like this every night, even as her jaws ached and throat burned. She knew she had served him, and made him happy and pleased. Her love for her brother was absolute, transcending even her own agonized and disgusted sensations as a terrible warmth pooled in her belly. Her last conscious act as she felt him unload his bladder to her throat was a smile, skewed on lips stretched around his knot.

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