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As the week ends, Tekla has a relapse to the terrible night that orphaned them so many years ago. A little more serious than my usual I suppose, but there's some loving torture at the end of it to compensate the hard switch in tone.

Although, I suppose these twin's tone has always been a little more on the grim side. Oh well, I just hope it further explains the twisted 'love' between them, while still keeping the one-sided and abusive nature regardless of Tekla's devotion. Next one she has that baby she's been carrying for awhile, but I have no solid plans on that one so it might take awhile when coupled with my lack of focus lol.", "writing": "Tekla was sore in the morning, to say the least. Ass cheeks still screaming, red and battered even after a long rest. She didn't even know what time it was, but supposed it didn't matter as she blinked to awareness. What did matter was the hot beating cock laid over her snout, the busty feminine sergal fully under the bed's blankets and noticing that her head was still right at her brother's groin. Just where she left off last night, faint memories of his impressive shaft and knot spreading her throat open as he pumped his bladder to her stomach.\n\nShe coughed, throat sore, knowing he didn't remove his length until the hours it took to deflate. Surrounded by warmth and her master's primal scent, she relaxed as his heartbeat pulsed through the turgid flesh across her face. That rhythm was comforting in a way, being surrounded by the thing she was made to worship. Not just his cock, she worshipped every inch of Kelt, her brother, her master, her everything.\n\nShe no longer questioned the events that led to this, no longer questioned why she had to serve him completely. Initially out of gratitude, then of love, then of her own sense of twisted duty she supposed. She existed for him, that is what drove her, completed her. There was nothing else to consider. Instead, she let herself simply be. Living in the moment, drinking in his musk, feeling his arousal and size on her head.\n\nThat came to an end as the covers flew off, light burning through her eyelids as she could now truly see her master's identical gold and white pelt. \"The second you wake up, you take my cock into your mouth. Don't forget that, bitch.'' A voice came from above, tone stoic but not uncaring. Add a hidden touch of sentiment and it was like he might as well have said `good morning dear sister' to her ears. She had lived with him referring to her like this most of her life. It would be no surprise that she was accustomed to this, and even embraced it.\n\nBarely a tired moan from her, and she parted her jaws to send her tongue to the thick member on her. Shifting her head, she began coating it's beating length with tender sweeping licks, and brief kisses. She let her tongue and mouth slobber over his shaft, treating it like the royalty it was as her mind wandered. Fully awake, she thought of last night, her first day at this new glorious home. Her first punishment in the house as well.\n\nThe lingering stinging fire on her abused rear came to the forefront of her mind, still able to feel every heavy smack against her. But a question arose then, one that made her pause mid lick up his cumvein. \"Master...'' She whispered, gaining the will to speak. \"May I ask a question?''\n\n\"Give my balls more attention and you may.''\n\nThe golden sister gave a delicate hum as she switched her attention to the large sack of orbs resting on her chin. Redirected licks and nuzzles made their way to his heavy nuts, even taking them fully within her long angled maw. After tending to the plump purse, she popped off then, returning to a simple loving nuzzle.\n\n\"Why did you stop?'' She asked, closing her eyes and focusing on the smell of his dick for comfort and confidence. \"Last night. There were still twenty hits to go.'' She spared her mouth away from his cock to glance up at his head, peering down at her with a hard gaze. It wasn't angry, but stern, analytical, trying to understand his pet's behavior. And she would be remiss to say there wasn't the fainted twinkle of emotion under the ice in his silver irises, lurking with hunger as he watched her slurp his balls.\n\nHer frown deepened, a feeling of shame filling her matronly shape. He had stopped using her, that only happened when she messed up. He didn't say anything though, just took her to bed. Was she not good enough for him? Was punishing her last night not enjoyable like it should be to him? Was it not enough for him to find respite from his own thoughts?\n\n\"Sorry master, I-I can scream louder for you next time, I'll be a better paintoy...'' A sniffle made its way up her nostrils. \"I know why you hurt me, why I have to be your slave. I want you to use me, to help you like you did me. You saved my life, you took me in, and made me yours. Please, master. Use me, no matter how rough you need to be. If you need to hurt me more, do worse things, please do. I trust you master. I love you.''\n\nThat stoic stare burned into her slightly watering eyes, her brother silent. \"One hundred was sufficient that night. I had a change in judgement, not a change in your capability.'' He sighed, a strangely emotional sound this time. A hand reached down to caress her cheek, pointing her muzzle at him as he addressed her with a gaze softer than it had been for a long time.\n\nHis eyes locked to hers, \"Cunt.'' His hand swept up her cheek in a petting motion, before tenderly rubbing a soft long ear. \"My use of you is determined solely by me. I know you love me, as you should, and it is only proper for my slave to fulfill my every desire. Do not mistake my intent, fucktoy. You know your place, and excel in it. I cannot ask for a better set of holes to serve me. If you prove lacking in any endeavor, I will let you know.'' His eyes narrowed at her, noticing the slight look of relief in her features as she returned to licking his balls while he fondled her ear. \"Last night, you were not lacking. I simply completed what I set out to do with less effort than I expected.''\n\nDeep breaths blew over his malehood as she fully resumed her worship of him, that subtle note of insecurity in her licks gone and replaced with her usual subservient drive to please. She popped a churning testicle out of her mouth to look up at him with a nod. \"I understand master. Just... I live to serve you. I know you have needs... emotion that needs to be vented. It doesn't matter what helping you would cost me, all that matters is if your treatment of me can make you happy again.'' Eyes cast away after that, she continued slurping at his sheath and shaft. A final morose thought flitted through her mind before his musk and her own desire began drowning out the more unpleasant lines of thinking, that last thought being of how long it had been since she had seen her brother smile.\n\nGenuinely smile, for he had smiled recently, but it was never the same since the day the ice formed in his eyes. That night was one she barely remembered, the positive result of Kelt's 'therapy' of enslavement. But she knew the day her family died and everything she knew was destroyed broke her. He became the only thing she had, her only family, her only help, the only person to care for her, even if it was a twisted care. He was her life, her perfect master. But she knew he was broken too, just with vastly different cracks than hers.\n\nHe had to make an impossible choice that still haunts him, had to accept he could not save his mother, watch everything he knew burn to ashes. He walked into the scene of his sisters rape, seeking help, only to find a monster. Instead of finding rescue, he found a burning fire inside him. Perhaps it wasn't rage, but merely a horrible jealousy that made Kelt grab the nearest sharp object. Even as the now-adult sergal got his dick sucked by that beautiful gold-pelted sister, he sees the corpse of his father. Feels the weight of the axe in his hands, dripping crimson to the kitchen floor as smoke fills his senses. He saved her. But only her. It was his choice, between sister or infant brother. And he chose, for what he sees as a terrible selfish reason.\n\nHe got what he wanted, yet it hurt him. Kelt's loss followed him, the choices of that night a weight he cannot escape. Yet his unhesitant leap to violence is the only thing he doesn't regret, for their father deserved it all for destroying everything. For destroying her. For making him choose a life. Kelt wouldn't realize how much that would influence him until he had his sister at his complete mercy. \n\nNow hurting her is his most cathartic activity, the only action that can come close to expressing the rage and sorrow that words cannot. He was hesitant at first, scared to follow in despicable footsteps. But she let him. Then encouraged him, despite his reluctance. That washed away quickly when it was clear how willing she was, even if her own natural hesitation shone through. Kelt would never admit that her fear and genuine reactions to some of his harsher treatment were his favorite though.\n\nPresently in their new home, a glorious new chapter of their life, he grunted, half growled. \"Fucking bitch, you're talking too much. Roll over. Open your mouth so I can throatfuck you. Then get ready to eat my shit. Got a big breakfast for you.''\n\nMouth mid-way of kissing up his imposing shaft, she glanced up. To her, it was relieving to hear those words of him cutting loose. With a smile, the sister rolled to her back, muzzle up and opened with tongue lolled out and spit webbing between her teeth. Before she could even taste the dick that just pressed to her tongue, her entire head was smothered by her brother's hips. One motion sent his entire foot of cock slamming through her face, only his ass was seen where her head once was. Quickly bucking, he used her face like any other hole as wet slaps and gags echoed around the room while Tekla writhed under him in strain.\n\nFace scrunched, she let her brother use her throat to the fullest. Deep thrusts, his tip never leaving her depths and bulging her neck out as his sheath pushed to her lips. Everything was him, his fur smushing to her head, his cock in her esophagus, even what little air she got was purely of him. She choked of course, knowing Kelt preferred it that way, amping up her heaves and lurches on every ram of his length to what felt like her stomach. The thick knot sitting at his base began forcing past her jaws, growing until it locked behind her teeth.\n\nHe ground his hips to her skull as she felt his seed explode down her gullet in potent heavy blasts. Pulses of cream filled her belly, a full meal from her brother's balls alone. Her neck twitched and throbbed, carrying the motions of the climaxing member stretching it open. Heavy nuts drained, he relaxed against her, and she could feel it. The loosing of stress, venting it right down her throat. He let his pleasure overwhelm his woes. The smothered sister would have smiled if her lips weren't forced into a wide O already.\n\n\"I'm not feeling enough tongue, cumdumpster.'' He said coldly, spurring the girl he was dick-choking to swirl her oral organ around what little she could. A peace of her own settled over her, allowing herself to focus on nothing but the cock invading her esophagus, tasting it and pleasuring it were her only thoughts, completely forgetting her upcoming toilet duty.\n\n-\n\nTekla walked the halls of the rustic mansion she now called home, bountiful and wonderful body on display as her bare fur was the only thing she wore. She padded through the halls, claws clacking on the scraped wood floor until she neared her destination. The lower level had its own living room, a bar attached to it as well. Kelt was giving her simple domestic tasks early on, letting her adjust to the flow of serving inside a home instead of living in a tunnel. Her most common duty then was being his toilet, but now there was so much more.\n\nShe still was a toilet of course, and would have it no other way. Every service she could provide her brother was linked to her self-worth, her desire to repay him for saving her. Her desire to see him happy. She looked down at the six pack of beer bottles in her hand, pausing around the corner of the stairwell leading to the main grandiose living room. Looking at the bottles, another service came to mind, one she was not new to. That of his trash can, specifically for bottles and cans, all shoved into her rectum. She wouldn't mind it as much if he didn't break the bottles when she was running out of room. At least sergals were tough creatures, it would take a lot more than broken glass to truly damage her insides.\n\nStill hurt like hell though. Stiffening and standing straight while drawing in a large breath of air, the sandy sergal woman collected herself. She ran through the checklist she now had to follow, taking a few steadying breaths as she went over herself. \"Alright...'' She whispered, \"Back straight, tits out, move hips.'' Opening her eyes, she calmed fully, a determined light settling in her. \"Be sexy for him.''\n\nThe golden sergal rounded the corner with an absolute air of allure, head high with a prideful look and a hearty focus on making her body jiggle. Tekla was a big girl, twenty two years old, blessed with good sizes everywhere and a figure that was a match for true beauty. Another prominent role she served was of a breeder, constantly pregnant like she was now since she was capable of conceiving. The endless hormones had only further enhanced her curves and assets, granting her a body of exceptional stature.\n\nKelt was on the couch, just as he was when she left, but his eyes locked to her the second she walked in. Heart fluttering a touch, she made sure to keep her actions consistent, maintaining her showy posture and movement. The look of desire and hunger in his eyes as his pupils tracked her bouncing breasts, barely able to tear away from her open nipples to take in her swaying hips. Her large pregnant belly threw her stance off a bit, but he didn't seem to mind. It was nice, seeing how arousing her body was for him. Knowing she was a pretty pet.\n\nIt wasn't long before she reached the couch and the small table beside it, setting the pack of beer on the surface before she sank to her knees in front of him. Staring up with a pleased glee, her tail wagged as she waited for more orders. She suspected more would come soon, considering the boner Kelt now sported between his legs, body as bare as his slave's. He reached over, grabbing a bottle and popping the cap before looking at the girl kneeling at his paws. His eyes never left her, tracing her, unable to look away from her divine beauty.\n\nHis voice was concise, but almost eager to give his gorgeous sister an order. \"I'm gonna get some use out of your mouth today.'' He spread his knees slightly, revealing his fat sheath already releasing his pale knotted cock. \"Start with my dick, then we'll see where else your tongue can be put to good use.''\n\n-\n\nThe only sound above gentle breathing and the AC were wet licks. Kelt's paws were being gently slurped by the pregnant sister, the brother enjoying her at his feet. With a slight stretch in his seat on the couch, he pushed his pads to her face harder, gripping her skull with the dextrous digits. \"Alright toilet, up on the couch, you're done with my paws for today.''\n\nA huff came from the girl, disappointed somewhat, but she parted with the appendages as ordered. The subservient sister tried to guess what he needed, wanting to be proactive. \"Do you need to relieve yourself, master?''\n\nSimply a shake of his angular head, \"No. I'm going to fist your ass.''\n\nThe slightest of pauses from the sister. It seems her ass would still be in pain even after her cheeks recovered from the spanking. \"Okay master. Thank you for letting me wash your paws before this.''\n\n\"Hmm. They do make a good reward for you, don't they?'' Was his short response as he patted his lap. \"Lay over me like you would when I'm spanking you.''\n\nDespite Tekla knowing full well that Kelt would perform this without lube, doing it to purposefully hurt her, she nodded and approached with determination. She was hesitant of course, only a masochist would be eager for agony, yet she was willing despite what she felt. It only took a few steps for the busty sergal to close in on her fraternal twin, clambering onto the couch and his lap. She nestled her large occupied belly on him, stretching her arms out across the couch as her legs draped over the other cushion. Her juicy ass was wonderfully presented, Kelt staring at it as he let her get situated.\n\n\"Reach back and spread your cheeks. Keep your tail high.''\n\nThe order was followed, slender arms placing feminine hands on her globes, parting them to reveal her soft looking onyx hole. Beneath was her slit, bare and revealed, lacking the trademark sergal clit hood due to him removing it years ago. She was still wet from licking his paws clean, and would likely get wetter as he began. After all, he has worked on making her his perfect slave for most of her life, one thing he worked hard to drill into her was that pain and pleasure were one and the same to her. That there was nothing more arousing than serving.\n\nHe stared at her spread ass, Tekla's fingers digging into the pliant flesh while parting the canyon of her rear. The presented onyx hole was as enticing as ever, wrinkled and dark, smoothly soft. Her pussy was wonderful to fuck, but it came nowhere near the perfection of her anus. Round, tight, appealing, truly the perfect hole. \"Spread wider.'' He spoke, watching the extra centimeter of space appear as she dug her fingers deeper into her cheeks to part them.\n\n\"Good cunt.'' Praised the man with a proud tone, before she screamed from a fist punching her asshole. Tears quickly began to run down her grimacing face as his fist settled in her intestines, up to his elbow in one torturous push. By the time he began is hole-breaking rhythm of pumping his arm through her guts, she was openly sobbing. As she opened her mouth to take a pained gasp from his claws scraping her insides, his other hand reached over to grab her head.\n\nA possessive grip was taken on her chin, pushing his thumb past her lip as he violated her tailhole. He made sure to meet her eyes as he pushed hard, shoving her entire body forward as she cried out. As he drew his arm out of her stretched pucker, he watched the muscle pull out with him slightly, the lack of lube enabling a harsh level of friction. Her entire passage gripped his limb, contracted in the pained spasms as he bucked forwards again to punch her guts. Her steady crying sparked with the frequent shouts of pain made him smile, that twisted primal part of himself satisfied from what he inflicted upon his slave sister.\n\nIt wasn't a long time all things considered, but twenty minutes of some of the most brutal fisting an asshole can take is still notable. As Kelt's arm came to a standstill, fully in her quivering intestines, he stopped to simply listen to the pained noises and sobs his sister was making while she sucked on his thumb. The stillness grew, the girl settling into the burning fire that throbbed through her entire digestive tract. Her hole clenched around his elbow, the girl shaking and crying, muscles convulsing occasionally as residual torment from the dormant intruder fired through her nerves.\n\nKelt watched her toes curl with a smile, watched her legs twitch and her face scrunch in pain as tears poured from her eyes. Her colon did make for a nice sleeve, the snug and frantic warmth beating around his arm an oddly lovely sensation. He shoved a few extra fingers to her mouth and rubbed them on her tongue to complement a twisted look of adoration he sent her.\n\n\"Squeeze harder.''\n\nA sniffle and a pained face, but Tekla nodded as he slipped his fingers out of her maw. He held her cheek and stared at her teary eyes, before moving to pet her. A terse shiver ran through her with that conflicting care and torture, a soothing stroke down her neck countering the arm spearing through her guts. In an almost gentle fashion, Kelt pumped his arm through her insides, short and shallow, remaining fully sheathed with little motions that still made her gasp and squirm in strain. Though now that the actions were paced and merciful compared to the long stretch of brutal punching, that aching of anal pleasure creeped up her spine.\n\nLong conditioned to find even the most harsh assfucking as bliss, once the immediate shattering pain lessened her manipulated nerves began to relish the way her intestines were split open. She still cried, still grimaced and hissed in pain, but there was flush to her cheeks, a kink to her brows. This mass of conflicting emotions and sensations is one she immured herself in, one she found a surprising peace within. It hurt, badly. But his calm petting soothed it, while his arm added that sprinkle of buzz to her mind, a wild and potent cocktail that gave her a thrill at the very least.\n\nUnder her gasps came minor breathy moans, terse breathing under her sobs indicating the intertwining sensations. Kelt smiled down to his beautiful pet, glad to further blur the lines between pleasure and pain. He felt her shivers as he slowly armfucked her guts, watched her raised tail wag and thrash as her toes curled and stretched in strenuous sensation. Her voluptuous body slightly lurched with every time his fist impacted her intestine's bend, further movement from her heavy breathing rocked her atop his lap.\n\nHe could tell she was still actively squeezing, the hot walls around his limb pushing with tightness on every push forward, making sure Tekla's hole was better for him and worse feeling for her. He pat her head tenderly. \"Ah. You're tight, like a good bitch should be.''\n\nA shrill `eek!' echoed about the spacious living room as he ripped his entire arm out of her tailhole. He felt her entire body tense, bringing a satisfied rumble from his chest as he enjoyed his time elbow deep in his sister. \"But on to more productive things now, fuckmeat. I was just making sure you'd have enough room. Can't break them with the baby so close after all.''\n\nBreathing rapidly, Tekla calmed herself through clenched eyes, nodding at her unseen master's imposing smirk through clenched eyelids. She knew what he meant, she had been used for almost everything he would have her already. A trashcan was something she had been for a long time, just like a toilet. She knew it was time to dispose of the now-empty six pack on the table, the bottles gradually drained during their time here. Kelt waited for her to settle first, watching her gaping backdoor clench and wink between her held apart cheeks.\n\n\"Thank you...'' Tekla was able to manage as her diaphragm stopped it's frantic motions. \"She understood their purpose was predetermined, but the sister did care for the offspring she made. Part of her mind knew that creating beings only meant to suffer was cruel, but she cherished using her gift of life for his service.\n\nBefore Tekla knew it, Kelt was holding an empty brown bottle. It's base was lined to her onyx pucker quickly, the flat circle being smushed to her trained sphincter with a building pressure that made sure she could feel it even above the lingering fire of the fisting. As trained, she gave a quick burst of relaxation to allow the bottle to lurch inside her, joined by a sharp inhale. Thankfully, the full width of a sergal's arm was more than a simple glass bottle. She was indeed prepared, and the dull object sank deeper with nothing more than a little whimper from her.\n\nThe masculine sibling's arm descended with it for a moment, stretching her back to that tingly fullness before it was gone again. Only the displacing presence of the bottle remained inside her passage, an alarming feeling if she hadn't done this so many times before. Yet as the next glass pressed to her dark asshole, that contradicting moaning gasp and grimace came. The lines of pleasure and discomfort were already so thin, anal a conditioned pleasure, tinted with that spice of pain. Kelt felt his sisterly slave tense atop him, squeezing her eyes shut as her ears folded and toes curled as the next bottle sank into her dry depths.\n\nShe felt it impact the one inside her guts already, push it further, smash a bend straight for both to be pushed deeper. Heavy breathing and whines were her main instrument, orchestrated with the occasional whisper of her feelings and utterances of her master's title. All better to please him, and please him it did. He continued to stroke down her head and back as she held her ass apart for him, letting the masculine sergal she belonged to fill her butt with bottles. \n\nHe did indeed make sure she had enough room with the violent fisting, the last glass container slipping past her stretched wrinkled ring after a long time of methodical depositing. Never before has someone found a way to get so much enjoyment from throwing their trash away. As she was left spread, a snugly closed hole winking up at him between glorious globes. No words were given by her as she lay on his lap, only deep breathing as the bottles settled within her.\n\nHer eyes were open, the golden furred beauty staring across the room and out the wide wall of windows. An ear flicked as her master spoke. \"You can let go of your ass, fuckpet.''\n\nHer cheeks wobbled back to place as her fingers stopped acting as the dam holding her buttocks back, the faintest little slapping noise as the canyon closed to obscure her dark star now only peeking up at him through shapely flesh. Billowing a sigh, she fully relaxed atop Kelt's lap, the presence of the glass within her only increasing as she let gravity push her more. His hands left her then, leaving her with a surprisingly lonely shiver, before his grip clapped down to grab her newly released asscheeks.\n\nHis rumbly voice returned, speaking things that made her feel just the way she wanted under her sudden surprise of groping. \"Tell me, cunt... What are you?''\n\nA gentle squeak from the sister as his fingers tightened, the handfuls of her ass in a vice grip that was applied gradually. \"Y-Your trashcan!'' In a moment, his tight grasp was released, palms simply resting on her mounds. Before another little noise and he was squeezing again. She stole a glance at his handsome face, seeing in his eyes that her answer was wrong.\n\n\"I-I mean... I'm... your toilet of course, master.'' Spoke the girl, doing her best to keep her tone formal in the way he liked. His icy eyes remained unchanged, staring into hers as he took shifting handfuls of her rear. Tekla began to grow worried, this question was one she should know the answer to. She didn't want to disappoint him right after he finished using her hole as a bottle holder. \"Your... slave?'' She asked, unsureness creeping into her voice.\n\nKelt remained silent, focusing on touching her ass. Slow motions, aimless, Kelt kneaded his sister's butt as he looked down at her. Feeling her, watching her, simply experiencing her body and its reactions. Before long he zoned out, continuing to rub and grab her rear as distant thoughts ran through his mind, Tekla finding satisfaction from being a good grope-toy, even if she had a somewhat bashful flush on her cheeks from how worked up she was getting from this. And that she apparently couldn't answer him properly.\n\nKelt smiled after some wonderful time with her juicy ass, one that was more genuine than any other in recent memory. \"You're perfect.''\n\n-\n\nKelt eventually ceased his molesting and set his sister loose on housekeeping until the end of the day, watching her waddle away with unseen bottles inside her. In a surreal passage of time where even Kelt was stuck in a haze of realizing this home was real, it was time for dinner. Seeing Tekla still busy with figuring out the best way to dust downstairs, he made his own meal. Not that big of a deal, there would be plenty of time for her to make up for all the meals she didn't make.\n\nHe went to his office afterwards, reading emails and getting some of the next day's work out of the way. Naturally, once a meal was consumed, it was digested. Once digested, it was disposed of. Logging off, he stood from his chair and went to go look for his toilet. He found her near where he last found her, sweeping the downstairs bar. Her pointed ears shot up as he thudded down the stairs, silver eyes locking her to her immediately. \n\n\"Ah! Hi master, how-\"\n\n\"On your knees, toilet-cunt. Got some shit for you to eat.'' Not breaking his stride, Kelt was unbuckling his pants as he neared her. Stammering before her interrupted words petered out, Tekla felt the shamed heat build on her face. Yet the sister dropped to her knees without hesitation, ears flat back now that she was expecting a stomach full of feces. \"Y-Yes, master. I was... getting hungry, I guess.'' Once her eyes flicked back up, Kelt already had his pants down around his ankles and turned around to shove his butt in her face.\n\nTail lifted, the faintest glimpse of his dark rim lurked between the white toned rear. Head craned back, he looked at her with a stoic expectant look. No lust or giddiness at the prospect of feeding his sister his excrement, purely a blank look of utilitarian scat eating. \"The fuck are you waiting for? Get your mouth on my ass. About to fart, and you know all my gas goes down your throat too.'' Reaching a hand back, Kelt spread a cheek to reveal a clenched onyx pucker.\n\nGrimacing in determination, Tekla wasted no more time and pushed her muzzle into his ass. Nuzzling up and down a bit, her lips found his hole quickly before he released his grip to envelop her angular entirely with buttcheek. Dropping his tail over her skull as a final latch that plugged her into musky darkness, he pushed back and squatted a touch to place his weight on his sister's kneeling form. \"Hmmgph,'' Tekla whined as a muffled bubbly hiss sounded, the golden furred sister's chest spasming a bit as it was flooded with fumes.\n\n\"Much better.'' Kelt settled atop her, visibly relaxing now that there was the familiar warm lips kissing his asshole as he let loose. \"This isn't gonna be a big one, I want you to chew it this time.'' Kelt grunted gently and pushed his bottom to her face harder as she tensed and raised fronting hands to grip his legs. \"Mhphh-glck'' He could hear the moment his first log dropped to the back of her mouth, a muffled moan turning wet and nauseous. \n\nUnlike usual when he would keep pumping his guts down her throat, this time he clenched shut after depositing one horrid chunk of sewage. Tekla swallowed the familiar disgust, and followed her master's request that she take her time and chew her meal properly this time. \"Hrggg...'' Came from his behind, the sister clearly still affected by the taste despite how long she's been consuming his waste.\n\nFinally, he smiled. There was a very distinct chewing noise coming from his rear, feeling Tekla's fingers on his thighs gripping with every motion of her jaws. She gurgled and hacked between chomping his shitlogs, eyes remaining tightly closed. Even if they were open, all she would see is sweaty ass. Is it better or worse that she couldn't smell the musk of his rear, with every sense being filled with scat? Not a thought she had time for as her jaws closed and smushed dark mud between her teeth again. \n\nWith a concluding \"Ergh,'' Tekla swallowed the spread mushy paste that she had been working on for an agonizing forty seconds. Kelt was quite enjoying hearing the sounds of his slave sister struggling to choke his chunky gifts down, and wanted more. He would push her more, just to make her show her devotion. \"All done with that one, bitch?'' Asked the brother, not even looking back. He wouldn't be able to see her face since it was shoved up his ass.\n\n\"Mhmmhg.'' Tekla tried her best to make an affirmative noise while keeping her stomach down.\n\n\"Here comes the next one. Chew it slower this time.'' She returned to hacking noises as a new log was shoved past her hole-sealed lips. He made sure she had started the first bite before adding the next order. \"Keep chewing until I say you can swallow.'' She was glad the cheeks enveloping her face hid the instinctual grimace.\n\n-\n\nNow she was in bed with him, halfway down as usual where she was to sleep at his rear. Not too surprising, considering the additional steps with her `dinner'. It seemed to be a very ass-focused day. He had relieved his bladder up her nose after she finished eating his feces, the urine coursing through her sinuses and leaving them tingling to this moment. More importantly to the masculine sergal was that it left her with a literal shitty taste in her mouth, teeth stained brown as she idly smacked her lips occasionally while huffing his rim. She could still feel the final wet spurt of pure fluid scat as he finished playing on loop in her mind, and the following hour of rimming him clean didn't leave her any time for the assaulting flavors to dissipate.\n\nDespite it all, Tekla still sighed happily. A final push placed her snout the final bit forward between his ass, leaving her nose directly on the soft hole under his tail. A strangely peaceful place to her, the smell of his asshole on every particle of air she inhaled. Repulsive, but familiar and not as egregious as tasting full-on shit. When her face was buried against his tailhole, it was disgusting but at least she knew she was with him. The sister fell asleep quickly at his bottom, just as easily as the nights where she had to sleep with a foot of cock knotted to her face. This is how she wound up for every night of the first week, the end of such a milestone passing as she crawled under the covers this final night of the weekend after so many days spent learning her way around the home.\n\nThe brother, though, was always harder to coax to sleep. The nose on his anus helped of course, the gentle breathing on his rim calming more than many expect. But while his sister had nothing but his own wishes and her capacity to fulfill them in her mind, he had far more jumbling around in his skull. He ran a company after all, a pharmaceutical one. He did have legitimate good intentions with the establishment, even if it was backed by a selfish desire for money. Still, there were no nightmares that kept him up at night, merely the unending thought process of reviewing the work he has to do.\n\nA standout sniff from under the covers as he pushed some gas through his sister's embedded nostrils brought his mind back to the present, his slave once more the focus of his thoughts. It greatly pleased Kelt to bring his pet to her new home, to show his breeder the place she would be serving him. His desire for money was for this, the company a great accomplishment in bringing their life to where they dreamed. He wanted to enjoy her enjoying it, if only for the initial time as she learned her way around. He purposely went lax in his abuse of her, both to grant her a peaceful adjustment to the new abode, and to make sure she was happy alongside him in these moments. Even if his own problems arose from not being able to unleash them on his sister.\n\nShe still got her usual rough assfucks, spanks, slaps and degradation, but the beatings went on pause, the torture of her breasts, even his infatuation with putting broken glass inside her was momentarily ceased. All of her pain was superficial, not lasting beyond the infliction. He knew there were risks to such gentle treatment of his bitch. Yet he made the choice in false confidence, assuming he had more time, that surely one week of ease would be short enough. This would be a mistake, and one he would never replicate.\n\nTekla woke with a start, feeling the man behind her. As she regained her bearings, she realized where she was, who the man was. As she blearily looked around in her underwear, there was the understanding of how much larger the person grabbing her is. His hand was nearly as big as her entire snout and allowed him to clamp it shut as he dragged her out of her bed.\n\nShe panicked, unable to scream, to call out, flailing helplessly as this figure overpowered her and forced her to the door of her room. As it opened, she was met with a burning smell of smoke, seeing a red glow at the opposite end of the hall. But that's not where the man was going, not where the man was taking her. They reached the stairs, Tekla crying and sobbing, squirming in his steel grasp as she struggled to make a noise as he dragged her down them. Her nose burned with the grip of the man's hand and the acrid black smoke, teary eyes keenly watching herself be forced through her own burning house until they reached a door. \n\nIt opened, revealing the typical family car that sat in the middle of the garage, trunk open and loaded. She still struggled meekly as the backdoor was opened, finally able to yell as she was tossed onto it. Her troubled shouts were short lived, him crawling onto the seat with her, looming over her with his hand latching around her angled snout once more. She resisted, tried to kick, to fight, but she only ended up flailing. The sobs and fear came in earnest as he sent a clawed hand to her crotch, ripping off her small purple panties. A confused horror swept over her, seeing him undo his own pants, a large cock now slapping to her belly as she writhed under his grasp.\n\nHer mouth was still sealed, still unable to convey the vocalization as her father pushed aside her long clit hood and shoved himself inside her slit. All at once this brought untold pain as she stretched far too wide, red coming out as he ripped her innocence away from her. At this point she collapsed, unable to move, unable to feel above the shattering realizations and agony. Tekla could feel it, sliding through her, tearing her, filling her and igniting a burning pressure inside her vagina she could never forget as he kept applying force. His hand was on her face, gagging her, and making sure it was pointed up so he could see her crying eyes. His other was on an ankle to keep her spread, the sensations overwhelming.\n\nShe wanted to die, to make it stop. If the pain wasn't enough, the conscious understanding that her father was raping her was too much. A betrayal that broke her fully as she went limp on the car seat. It was just too much, the forced stare into his twisted eyes, the push of her leg to keep her open as he defiled her. Even the two tight hands squeezing her neck, blocking air. The sharp pain in both her slit and her tailhole as they were torn open.\n\nThe dissonance started, the deviation from her torture, the memory. He never choked her, he never went up her ass. Only her master did that. She blinked, a whooshing in her mind, her eyes always open but now seeing. She was laying on the cold hardwood floor of the mountain house, her brother kneeling over her, his hands clutching her neck tightly as a shockingly concerned look displayed on his angular face. He saw the change in her eyes immediately, quickly releasing his grip as he leaned back a bit, using his knee planted at her groin to push in the sharp spiked dildo deeper into her asshole, bringing new pain as it cut her insides.\n\nWasting no time, Kelt fully knee'd the dildo inside her, making her gasp with open airways. Keeping his leg pressed to her crotch, forcing the pointed torturous shaft to stay deep, he swiftly leaned back down to bring his head to her bountiful chest and harshly bit her nipple, spearing it on honed incisors as a hand reached to pinch and twist her other bud.\n\nShe screamed then, so much new pain filling her as the old faded into memory. There were some muffled slurps as Kelt choked down a gush of milk while keeping his bite strong, but most sounds came from the girl. Sobbing, shouting, pleads that could never be said at the time. The screams shifted to begging, later to soft sobbing, next pathetic sniffles and whines. She breathed deeply, body quaking in fear and terror while her brother dedicatedly gnawed on her nipple. He popped off her teat then, knowing she was lifting out of it, though he kept his claws painfully pinching her nubs.\n\nShe didn't settle, shaking and crying, but she became aware. She could cry out, she could beg, every scream she made she could hear, her master always let her scream for him. She wasn't in the car, her master wasn't her father, she was safe with her brother, he saved her.\n\nHer eyes were still distant, working through the collided existences. Getting up, Kelt knew she was in a fragile state and that he had to act swiftly to keep her from falling back into the past. He looped an arm under her knees, one around her back, and pulled her to him as he kneeled between her open legs, asshole gently dripping blood to the floor. He brought her to him, his knees under her slit as hers landed on either side of his feet.\n\nHer chest pressed to his, her head to his neck. He yanked her close, both arms snug around her, a hand running up to hold the back of her head as he rubbed his cheek to hers.\n\n\"I'm here. Let it out. Scream. Yell. Do everything you could not do then.'' He spoke calmly to her, making sure the only touch she felt was his.\n\nShe did, loud miserable wails coming from the girl, truly crying, not of pain or fear, but for everything. What had been done to her was one she could not vocalize, her screeches of despair venting her soul itself. Too much had been lost, too much of her had been broken. After that night, only Kelt remained. Only Kelt mattered. Her cries died to whimpers, a gradual silence. She shook against him, her sorrow aided by the smell of his fur as she felt him press her head into him, his thumb gently petting her as she let out lingering choked sobs. He tightened around her, standing, letting her legs wrap around him as she clutched herself equally tightly as he held her.\n\nThere were no words besides soft assurances as he walked through the house, carrying his pregnant distressed sister to the basement. The lights flicked on, and he strode to a specific table, shaped to her limbs and form. He set her there, shaking, eyes staring past him and threatening to relapse entirely while he began strapping her in. The first thing he did was smother her head with a rubber hood, quickly placing the thick blindfold attachment into the visor space. Next he slotted the ring-gag in, with the latex muzzle going over now, completely sealing her face, mouth open inside.\n\nHe still heard her soft wails, chest heaving as occasional choked sobs wracked it. He picked up his pace, placing a rubber tube into the perfect circle that was her mouth opening, a latex breath-restricting balloon on the end of the pipe. With a final touch, he placed her nose plugs in, now hearing her shaky breathing coming from the small hole in the end of the ovular bag, expanding and contracting with her breath.\n\n\"Control your breathing. Focus on that alone, focus on right now. Come back.'' He ordered as he opened another box, while also sliding a block of machinery that was on rails under the table, bringing it to bear under the opening in the seat that let her tail out while exposing her holes. He spared a moment to look at her hooded skull, whispering gently.\"Come back.'' The light behind his eyes was a new coldness, one of slight fear. The last time she went that deep, she barely snapped out of it.\n\nHe knelt down to grab the base of the spiked dildo hilted in her tailhole, pulling it out, quickly but slow enough to minimize damage. It came free with a shlorp and a convulsion from the girl's body, a gush of blood pouring out, the toy and it's spikes stained crimson. Kelt set it down, pulling an even larger spiked phallus from the container, labeled `emergency'. This one's protrusions were less sharp, but just as painful, giving full agonizing sensation while not shredding her at the speed of machine fucking.\n\nHe brought its base to align with a pole coming from the machine he brought under her hanging asscheeks, screwing the threatening toy securely to the piston. He grabbed the control box and had the spikes on its tip pressing to her anus in less than thirty seconds. Confirming penetration angle, he switched it to full speed, instantly shoving into her bloody hole and rapidly pounding into her, bringing muffled noises of pain from her suddenly compressed balloon.\n\nKelt's eyes were still determined, a distinct worry in them as he fetched another box, pulling out a bundle of electrode pads. After a rushed swab of gel to certain parts of her, he diligently began applying them to her body. Placing a row of three on each side of her belly, going low to avoid her swollen womb, with two more on each thigh, with two close to her pubic area.\n\nHe flipped it to the predetermined maximum setting she could handle, her body instantly going rigid in her restraints. He continued pulling items out of the box, three clamps with wire coming out, like mini jumper cables. He made sure he had a positive and negative clamp, then stood to firmly attach them to her nipples, the one he gnawed gently bleeding a bit. He didn't activate the power yet, more setup was needed.\n\nHe returned to the box on the floor, grabbing the last clamp and a thin metal rod with a small ball at it's tip, base also connected to a wire like the clamp. He scooted over to her tensely convulsing body, hearing the struggling breathing from the rapidly inflating and deflating balloon hanging down from her mouth. A firm motion placed the last clamp on her clit, exposed with her lack of a sergal's usual long prehensile hood, removed long ago.\n\nWith that in place, he unceremoniously spread her slit open with two fingers, finding the little hole of her urethra while her groin moved subtly from the sharp dildo ramming into her rear violently. He spit on the round ball leading the thin rod, and pressed it to her smaller opening, forcing it in and sinking it to her bladder, ensuring the ball was pressing her prostate. Then he stood, checking his circuits. \n\nPath of least resistance, the nipple clamps were oppositely charged, the power would go through her tits and nothing else, while the clit clamp and electrode sound were similar, providing another circuit path that tingled her most sensitive depths with an electric burn.\n\nHe knelt down and flicked the car battery on, Tekla's entire form freezing in tightened muscles as a long howl came from her breathing bag. Then just for good measure, he pulled out the more medically looking box, taking a specific syringe. He uncapped it with a click, checking it's harsh colored contents and label stating it to be capsaicin. He knelt and poked the needle into her labia, giving her a fair dose on either side before re-capping and discarding the empty syringe.\n\nTekla was truly a mess now, strapped to an articulated table while a spiked fuckmachine brutalized her asshole, face sealed in rubber and breathing through a small hole in a balloon, tears and screams unable to escape. Electricity coursed through her, visibly tightening her muscles and making her rigid when she wasn't shuddering or convulsing from the current. He could barely make out her pained noises from her breathing apparatus, but he knew she was breathing while her cunt was swarmed with untold torturous heat.\n\nHe grabbed a chair, placing it at the head of the table, and sat. Kelt lowered his own face to press his forehead to his sister's upturned latex smothered one, and started a timer for six hours. Then he placed his hands on her sleek cheeks, and simply held their heads together as she quivered and cried. She was suffering, quite greatly. The suffering she felt now was hurtful, agonizing, unbearable. But the suffering she felt that day, the day her mind can't escape... that pain could break her.\n\nThe loss of her family, the loss of herself, the betrayal at the hands of her father, his indirect murdering of her mother and infant brother. That suffering was absolute, shattering, sending cracks in her psyche each moment she was stuck in the memory. The longer she spent in it, the less likely it was she would leave it.\n\nThey had found a solution early on, Kelt waking her up in the cold tunnel, hugging her, releasing the only tear she would ever see him give as he asked if she was alright. His burdens were guilt and rage, things he could take out on others, her role being to provide that. But her damage was less treatable. That day haunted her, waking up each day afterwards by replaying the events. The memory of such things doesn't just go away, it had to be suppressed, she had to have a constant grounding that let her know what was real.\n\nSuffering, not just pain. That was her anchor. That was Kelt's role to provide. Suffering on a physical magnitude that drowned out the emotional agony, a more manageable torture that did not threaten to lock her mind in the horrible days of the past. Tekla had to suffer in the present, so she did not live in the hell of the past.\n\nKelt settled in to wait, unwilling to leave her side. He had to make sure she could breathe, had to be able to intervene, or check if the battery was giving her too little juice. He had to watch over her, safeguard her, protect her. He saved her, took her, owned her. She was his responsibility, and he would not skirt it.\n\nIt wasn't even a matter of duty, but a need. He needed her, there was nobody as important as her. He needed her touch, as much as she needed his. But most importantly, he was making sure she knew he was there. That he was watching her, caring for her. Waiting for her to come back. Starting this day, he would never let her go more than four days without a `therapy' session in the basement. Tekla would never relapse again under his watch.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Tekla was sore in the morning, to say the least. Ass cheeks still screaming, red and battered even after a long rest. She didn't even know what time it was, but supposed it didn't matter as she blinked to awareness. What did matter was the hot beating cock laid over her snout, the busty feminine sergal fully under the bed's blankets and noticing that her head was still right at her brother's groin. Just where she left off last night, faint memories of his impressive shaft and knot spreading her throat open as he pumped his bladder to her stomach.

She coughed, throat sore, knowing he didn't remove his length until the hours it took to deflate. Surrounded by warmth and her master's primal scent, she relaxed as his heartbeat pulsed through the turgid flesh across her face. That rhythm was comforting in a way, being surrounded by the thing she was made to worship. Not just his cock, she worshipped every inch of Kelt, her brother, her master, her everything.

She no longer questioned the events that led to this, no longer questioned why she had to serve him completely. Initially out of gratitude, then of love, then of her own sense of twisted duty she supposed. She existed for him, that is what drove her, completed her. There was nothing else to consider. Instead, she let herself simply be. Living in the moment, drinking in his musk, feeling his arousal and size on her head.

That came to an end as the covers flew off, light burning through her eyelids as she could now truly see her master's identical gold and white pelt. "The second you wake up, you take my cock into your mouth. Don't forget that, bitch.'' A voice came from above, tone stoic but not uncaring. Add a hidden touch of sentiment and it was like he might as well have said `good morning dear sister' to her ears. She had lived with him referring to her like this most of her life. It would be no surprise that she was accustomed to this, and even embraced it.

Barely a tired moan from her, and she parted her jaws to send her tongue to the thick member on her. Shifting her head, she began coating it's beating length with tender sweeping licks, and brief kisses. She let her tongue and mouth slobber over his shaft, treating it like the royalty it was as her mind wandered. Fully awake, she thought of last night, her first day at this new glorious home. Her first punishment in the house as well.

The lingering stinging fire on her abused rear came to the forefront of her mind, still able to feel every heavy smack against her. But a question arose then, one that made her pause mid lick up his cumvein. "Master...'' She whispered, gaining the will to speak. "May I ask a question?''

"Give my balls more attention and you may.''

The golden sister gave a delicate hum as she switched her attention to the large sack of orbs resting on her chin. Redirected licks and nuzzles made their way to his heavy nuts, even taking them fully within her long angled maw. After tending to the plump purse, she popped off then, returning to a simple loving nuzzle.

"Why did you stop?'' She asked, closing her eyes and focusing on the smell of his dick for comfort and confidence. "Last night. There were still twenty hits to go.'' She spared her mouth away from his cock to glance up at his head, peering down at her with a hard gaze. It wasn't angry, but stern, analytical, trying to understand his pet's behavior. And she would be remiss to say there wasn't the fainted twinkle of emotion under the ice in his silver irises, lurking with hunger as he watched her slurp his balls.

Her frown deepened, a feeling of shame filling her matronly shape. He had stopped using her, that only happened when she messed up. He didn't say anything though, just took her to bed. Was she not good enough for him? Was punishing her last night not enjoyable like it should be to him? Was it not enough for him to find respite from his own thoughts?

"Sorry master, I-I can scream louder for you next time, I'll be a better paintoy...'' A sniffle made its way up her nostrils. "I know why you hurt me, why I have to be your slave. I want you to use me, to help you like you did me. You saved my life, you took me in, and made me yours. Please, master. Use me, no matter how rough you need to be. If you need to hurt me more, do worse things, please do. I trust you master. I love you.''

That stoic stare burned into her slightly watering eyes, her brother silent. "One hundred was sufficient that night. I had a change in judgement, not a change in your capability.'' He sighed, a strangely emotional sound this time. A hand reached down to caress her cheek, pointing her muzzle at him as he addressed her with a gaze softer than it had been for a long time.

His eyes locked to hers, "Cunt.'' His hand swept up her cheek in a petting motion, before tenderly rubbing a soft long ear. "My use of you is determined solely by me. I know you love me, as you should, and it is only proper for my slave to fulfill my every desire. Do not mistake my intent, fucktoy. You know your place, and excel in it. I cannot ask for a better set of holes to serve me. If you prove lacking in any endeavor, I will let you know.'' His eyes narrowed at her, noticing the slight look of relief in her features as she returned to licking his balls while he fondled her ear. "Last night, you were not lacking. I simply completed what I set out to do with less effort than I expected.''

Deep breaths blew over his malehood as she fully resumed her worship of him, that subtle note of insecurity in her licks gone and replaced with her usual subservient drive to please. She popped a churning testicle out of her mouth to look up at him with a nod. "I understand master. Just... I live to serve you. I know you have needs... emotion that needs to be vented. It doesn't matter what helping you would cost me, all that matters is if your treatment of me can make you happy again.'' Eyes cast away after that, she continued slurping at his sheath and shaft. A final morose thought flitted through her mind before his musk and her own desire began drowning out the more unpleasant lines of thinking, that last thought being of how long it had been since she had seen her brother smile.

Genuinely smile, for he had smiled recently, but it was never the same since the day the ice formed in his eyes. That night was one she barely remembered, the positive result of Kelt's 'therapy' of enslavement. But she knew the day her family died and everything she knew was destroyed broke her. He became the only thing she had, her only family, her only help, the only person to care for her, even if it was a twisted care. He was her life, her perfect master. But she knew he was broken too, just with vastly different cracks than hers.

He had to make an impossible choice that still haunts him, had to accept he could not save his mother, watch everything he knew burn to ashes. He walked into the scene of his sisters rape, seeking help, only to find a monster. Instead of finding rescue, he found a burning fire inside him. Perhaps it wasn't rage, but merely a horrible jealousy that made Kelt grab the nearest sharp object. Even as the now-adult sergal got his dick sucked by that beautiful gold-pelted sister, he sees the corpse of his father. Feels the weight of the axe in his hands, dripping crimson to the kitchen floor as smoke fills his senses. He saved her. But only her. It was his choice, between sister or infant brother. And he chose, for what he sees as a terrible selfish reason.

He got what he wanted, yet it hurt him. Kelt's loss followed him, the choices of that night a weight he cannot escape. Yet his unhesitant leap to violence is the only thing he doesn't regret, for their father deserved it all for destroying everything. For destroying her. For making him choose a life. Kelt wouldn't realize how much that would influence him until he had his sister at his complete mercy.

Now hurting her is his most cathartic activity, the only action that can come close to expressing the rage and sorrow that words cannot. He was hesitant at first, scared to follow in despicable footsteps. But she let him. Then encouraged him, despite his reluctance. That washed away quickly when it was clear how willing she was, even if her own natural hesitation shone through. Kelt would never admit that her fear and genuine reactions to some of his harsher treatment were his favorite though.

Presently in their new home, a glorious new chapter of their life, he grunted, half growled. "Fucking bitch, you're talking too much. Roll over. Open your mouth so I can throatfuck you. Then get ready to eat my shit. Got a big breakfast for you.''

Mouth mid-way of kissing up his imposing shaft, she glanced up. To her, it was relieving to hear those words of him cutting loose. With a smile, the sister rolled to her back, muzzle up and opened with tongue lolled out and spit webbing between her teeth. Before she could even taste the dick that just pressed to her tongue, her entire head was smothered by her brother's hips. One motion sent his entire foot of cock slamming through her face, only his ass was seen where her head once was. Quickly bucking, he used her face like any other hole as wet slaps and gags echoed around the room while Tekla writhed under him in strain.

Face scrunched, she let her brother use her throat to the fullest. Deep thrusts, his tip never leaving her depths and bulging her neck out as his sheath pushed to her lips. Everything was him, his fur smushing to her head, his cock in her esophagus, even what little air she got was purely of him. She choked of course, knowing Kelt preferred it that way, amping up her heaves and lurches on every ram of his length to what felt like her stomach. The thick knot sitting at his base began forcing past her jaws, growing until it locked behind her teeth.

He ground his hips to her skull as she felt his seed explode down her gullet in potent heavy blasts. Pulses of cream filled her belly, a full meal from her brother's balls alone. Her neck twitched and throbbed, carrying the motions of the climaxing member stretching it open. Heavy nuts drained, he relaxed against her, and she could feel it. The loosing of stress, venting it right down her throat. He let his pleasure overwhelm his woes. The smothered sister would have smiled if her lips weren't forced into a wide O already.

"I'm not feeling enough tongue, cumdumpster.'' He said coldly, spurring the girl he was dick-choking to swirl her oral organ around what little she could. A peace of her own settled over her, allowing herself to focus on nothing but the cock invading her esophagus, tasting it and pleasuring it were her only thoughts, completely forgetting her upcoming toilet duty.

-

Tekla walked the halls of the rustic mansion she now called home, bountiful and wonderful body on display as her bare fur was the only thing she wore. She padded through the halls, claws clacking on the scraped wood floor until she neared her destination. The lower level had its own living room, a bar attached to it as well. Kelt was giving her simple domestic tasks early on, letting her adjust to the flow of serving inside a home instead of living in a tunnel. Her most common duty then was being his toilet, but now there was so much more.

She still was a toilet of course, and would have it no other way. Every service she could provide her brother was linked to her self-worth, her desire to repay him for saving her. Her desire to see him happy. She looked down at the six pack of beer bottles in her hand, pausing around the corner of the stairwell leading to the main grandiose living room. Looking at the bottles, another service came to mind, one she was not new to. That of his trash can, specifically for bottles and cans, all shoved into her rectum. She wouldn't mind it as much if he didn't break the bottles when she was running out of room. At least sergals were tough creatures, it would take a lot more than broken glass to truly damage her insides.

Still hurt like hell though. Stiffening and standing straight while drawing in a large breath of air, the sandy sergal woman collected herself. She ran through the checklist she now had to follow, taking a few steadying breaths as she went over herself. "Alright...'' She whispered, "Back straight, tits out, move hips.'' Opening her eyes, she calmed fully, a determined light settling in her. "Be sexy for him.''

The golden sergal rounded the corner with an absolute air of allure, head high with a prideful look and a hearty focus on making her body jiggle. Tekla was a big girl, twenty two years old, blessed with good sizes everywhere and a figure that was a match for true beauty. Another prominent role she served was of a breeder, constantly pregnant like she was now since she was capable of conceiving. The endless hormones had only further enhanced her curves and assets, granting her a body of exceptional stature.

Kelt was on the couch, just as he was when she left, but his eyes locked to her the second she walked in. Heart fluttering a touch, she made sure to keep her actions consistent, maintaining her showy posture and movement. The look of desire and hunger in his eyes as his pupils tracked her bouncing breasts, barely able to tear away from her open nipples to take in her swaying hips. Her large pregnant belly threw her stance off a bit, but he didn't seem to mind. It was nice, seeing how arousing her body was for him. Knowing she was a pretty pet.

It wasn't long before she reached the couch and the small table beside it, setting the pack of beer on the surface before she sank to her knees in front of him. Staring up with a pleased glee, her tail wagged as she waited for more orders. She suspected more would come soon, considering the boner Kelt now sported between his legs, body as bare as his slave's. He reached over, grabbing a bottle and popping the cap before looking at the girl kneeling at his paws. His eyes never left her, tracing her, unable to look away from her divine beauty.

His voice was concise, but almost eager to give his gorgeous sister an order. "I'm gonna get some use out of your mouth today.'' He spread his knees slightly, revealing his fat sheath already releasing his pale knotted cock. "Start with my dick, then we'll see where else your tongue can be put to good use.''

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The only sound above gentle breathing and the AC were wet licks. Kelt's paws were being gently slurped by the pregnant sister, the brother enjoying her at his feet. With a slight stretch in his seat on the couch, he pushed his pads to her face harder, gripping her skull with the dextrous digits. "Alright toilet, up on the couch, you're done with my paws for today.''

A huff came from the girl, disappointed somewhat, but she parted with the appendages as ordered. The subservient sister tried to guess what he needed, wanting to be proactive. "Do you need to relieve yourself, master?''

Simply a shake of his angular head, "No. I'm going to fist your ass.''

The slightest of pauses from the sister. It seems her ass would still be in pain even after her cheeks recovered from the spanking. "Okay master. Thank you for letting me wash your paws before this.''

"Hmm. They do make a good reward for you, don't they?'' Was his short response as he patted his lap. "Lay over me like you would when I'm spanking you.''

Despite Tekla knowing full well that Kelt would perform this without lube, doing it to purposefully hurt her, she nodded and approached with determination. She was hesitant of course, only a masochist would be eager for agony, yet she was willing despite what she felt. It only took a few steps for the busty sergal to close in on her fraternal twin, clambering onto the couch and his lap. She nestled her large occupied belly on him, stretching her arms out across the couch as her legs draped over the other cushion. Her juicy ass was wonderfully presented, Kelt staring at it as he let her get situated.

"Reach back and spread your cheeks. Keep your tail high.''

The order was followed, slender arms placing feminine hands on her globes, parting them to reveal her soft looking onyx hole. Beneath was her slit, bare and revealed, lacking the trademark sergal clit hood due to him removing it years ago. She was still wet from licking his paws clean, and would likely get wetter as he began. After all, he has worked on making her his perfect slave for most of her life, one thing he worked hard to drill into her was that pain and pleasure were one and the same to her. That there was nothing more arousing than serving.

He stared at her spread ass, Tekla's fingers digging into the pliant flesh while parting the canyon of her rear. The presented onyx hole was as enticing as ever, wrinkled and dark, smoothly soft. Her pussy was wonderful to fuck, but it came nowhere near the perfection of her anus. Round, tight, appealing, truly the perfect hole. "Spread wider.'' He spoke, watching the extra centimeter of space appear as she dug her fingers deeper into her cheeks to part them.

"Good cunt.'' Praised the man with a proud tone, before she screamed from a fist punching her asshole. Tears quickly began to run down her grimacing face as his fist settled in her intestines, up to his elbow in one torturous push. By the time he began is hole-breaking rhythm of pumping his arm through her guts, she was openly sobbing. As she opened her mouth to take a pained gasp from his claws scraping her insides, his other hand reached over to grab her head.

A possessive grip was taken on her chin, pushing his thumb past her lip as he violated her tailhole. He made sure to meet her eyes as he pushed hard, shoving her entire body forward as she cried out. As he drew his arm out of her stretched pucker, he watched the muscle pull out with him slightly, the lack of lube enabling a harsh level of friction. Her entire passage gripped his limb, contracted in the pained spasms as he bucked forwards again to punch her guts. Her steady crying sparked with the frequent shouts of pain made him smile, that twisted primal part of himself satisfied from what he inflicted upon his slave sister.

It wasn't a long time all things considered, but twenty minutes of some of the most brutal fisting an asshole can take is still notable. As Kelt's arm came to a standstill, fully in her quivering intestines, he stopped to simply listen to the pained noises and sobs his sister was making while she sucked on his thumb. The stillness grew, the girl settling into the burning fire that throbbed through her entire digestive tract. Her hole clenched around his elbow, the girl shaking and crying, muscles convulsing occasionally as residual torment from the dormant intruder fired through her nerves.

Kelt watched her toes curl with a smile, watched her legs twitch and her face scrunch in pain as tears poured from her eyes. Her colon did make for a nice sleeve, the snug and frantic warmth beating around his arm an oddly lovely sensation. He shoved a few extra fingers to her mouth and rubbed them on her tongue to complement a twisted look of adoration he sent her.

"Squeeze harder.''

A sniffle and a pained face, but Tekla nodded as he slipped his fingers out of her maw. He held her cheek and stared at her teary eyes, before moving to pet her. A terse shiver ran through her with that conflicting care and torture, a soothing stroke down her neck countering the arm spearing through her guts. In an almost gentle fashion, Kelt pumped his arm through her insides, short and shallow, remaining fully sheathed with little motions that still made her gasp and squirm in strain. Though now that the actions were paced and merciful compared to the long stretch of brutal punching, that aching of anal pleasure creeped up her spine.

Long conditioned to find even the most harsh assfucking as bliss, once the immediate shattering pain lessened her manipulated nerves began to relish the way her intestines were split open. She still cried, still grimaced and hissed in pain, but there was flush to her cheeks, a kink to her brows. This mass of conflicting emotions and sensations is one she immured herself in, one she found a surprising peace within. It hurt, badly. But his calm petting soothed it, while his arm added that sprinkle of buzz to her mind, a wild and potent cocktail that gave her a thrill at the very least.

Under her gasps came minor breathy moans, terse breathing under her sobs indicating the intertwining sensations. Kelt smiled down to his beautiful pet, glad to further blur the lines between pleasure and pain. He felt her shivers as he slowly armfucked her guts, watched her raised tail wag and thrash as her toes curled and stretched in strenuous sensation. Her voluptuous body slightly lurched with every time his fist impacted her intestine's bend, further movement from her heavy breathing rocked her atop his lap.

He could tell she was still actively squeezing, the hot walls around his limb pushing with tightness on every push forward, making sure Tekla's hole was better for him and worse feeling for her. He pat her head tenderly. "Ah. You're tight, like a good bitch should be.''

A shrill `eek!' echoed about the spacious living room as he ripped his entire arm out of her tailhole. He felt her entire body tense, bringing a satisfied rumble from his chest as he enjoyed his time elbow deep in his sister. "But on to more productive things now, fuckmeat. I was just making sure you'd have enough room. Can't break them with the baby so close after all.''

Breathing rapidly, Tekla calmed herself through clenched eyes, nodding at her unseen master's imposing smirk through clenched eyelids. She knew what he meant, she had been used for almost everything he would have her already. A trashcan was something she had been for a long time, just like a toilet. She knew it was time to dispose of the now-empty six pack on the table, the bottles gradually drained during their time here. Kelt waited for her to settle first, watching her gaping backdoor clench and wink between her held apart cheeks.

"Thank you...'' Tekla was able to manage as her diaphragm stopped it's frantic motions. "She understood their purpose was predetermined, but the sister did care for the offspring she made. Part of her mind knew that creating beings only meant to suffer was cruel, but she cherished using her gift of life for his service.

Before Tekla knew it, Kelt was holding an empty brown bottle. It's base was lined to her onyx pucker quickly, the flat circle being smushed to her trained sphincter with a building pressure that made sure she could feel it even above the lingering fire of the fisting. As trained, she gave a quick burst of relaxation to allow the bottle to lurch inside her, joined by a sharp inhale. Thankfully, the full width of a sergal's arm was more than a simple glass bottle. She was indeed prepared, and the dull object sank deeper with nothing more than a little whimper from her.

The masculine sibling's arm descended with it for a moment, stretching her back to that tingly fullness before it was gone again. Only the displacing presence of the bottle remained inside her passage, an alarming feeling if she hadn't done this so many times before. Yet as the next glass pressed to her dark asshole, that contradicting moaning gasp and grimace came. The lines of pleasure and discomfort were already so thin, anal a conditioned pleasure, tinted with that spice of pain. Kelt felt his sisterly slave tense atop him, squeezing her eyes shut as her ears folded and toes curled as the next bottle sank into her dry depths.

She felt it impact the one inside her guts already, push it further, smash a bend straight for both to be pushed deeper. Heavy breathing and whines were her main instrument, orchestrated with the occasional whisper of her feelings and utterances of her master's title. All better to please him, and please him it did. He continued to stroke down her head and back as she held her ass apart for him, letting the masculine sergal she belonged to fill her butt with bottles.

He did indeed make sure she had enough room with the violent fisting, the last glass container slipping past her stretched wrinkled ring after a long time of methodical depositing. Never before has someone found a way to get so much enjoyment from throwing their trash away. As she was left spread, a snugly closed hole winking up at him between glorious globes. No words were given by her as she lay on his lap, only deep breathing as the bottles settled within her.

Her eyes were open, the golden furred beauty staring across the room and out the wide wall of windows. An ear flicked as her master spoke. "You can let go of your ass, fuckpet.''

Her cheeks wobbled back to place as her fingers stopped acting as the dam holding her buttocks back, the faintest little slapping noise as the canyon closed to obscure her dark star now only peeking up at him through shapely flesh. Billowing a sigh, she fully relaxed atop Kelt's lap, the presence of the glass within her only increasing as she let gravity push her more. His hands left her then, leaving her with a surprisingly lonely shiver, before his grip clapped down to grab her newly released asscheeks.

His rumbly voice returned, speaking things that made her feel just the way she wanted under her sudden surprise of groping. "Tell me, cunt... What are you?''

A gentle squeak from the sister as his fingers tightened, the handfuls of her ass in a vice grip that was applied gradually. "Y-Your trashcan!'' In a moment, his tight grasp was released, palms simply resting on her mounds. Before another little noise and he was squeezing again. She stole a glance at his handsome face, seeing in his eyes that her answer was wrong.

"I-I mean... I'm... your toilet of course, master.'' Spoke the girl, doing her best to keep her tone formal in the way he liked. His icy eyes remained unchanged, staring into hers as he took shifting handfuls of her rear. Tekla began to grow worried, this question was one she should know the answer to. She didn't want to disappoint him right after he finished using her hole as a bottle holder. "Your... slave?'' She asked, unsureness creeping into her voice.

Kelt remained silent, focusing on touching her ass. Slow motions, aimless, Kelt kneaded his sister's butt as he looked down at her. Feeling her, watching her, simply experiencing her body and its reactions. Before long he zoned out, continuing to rub and grab her rear as distant thoughts ran through his mind, Tekla finding satisfaction from being a good grope-toy, even if she had a somewhat bashful flush on her cheeks from how worked up she was getting from this. And that she apparently couldn't answer him properly.

Kelt smiled after some wonderful time with her juicy ass, one that was more genuine than any other in recent memory. "You're perfect.''

-

Kelt eventually ceased his molesting and set his sister loose on housekeeping until the end of the day, watching her waddle away with unseen bottles inside her. In a surreal passage of time where even Kelt was stuck in a haze of realizing this home was real, it was time for dinner. Seeing Tekla still busy with figuring out the best way to dust downstairs, he made his own meal. Not that big of a deal, there would be plenty of time for her to make up for all the meals she didn't make.

He went to his office afterwards, reading emails and getting some of the next day's work out of the way. Naturally, once a meal was consumed, it was digested. Once digested, it was disposed of. Logging off, he stood from his chair and went to go look for his toilet. He found her near where he last found her, sweeping the downstairs bar. Her pointed ears shot up as he thudded down the stairs, silver eyes locking her to her immediately.

"Ah! Hi master, how-"

"On your knees, toilet-cunt. Got some shit for you to eat.'' Not breaking his stride, Kelt was unbuckling his pants as he neared her. Stammering before her interrupted words petered out, Tekla felt the shamed heat build on her face. Yet the sister dropped to her knees without hesitation, ears flat back now that she was expecting a stomach full of feces. "Y-Yes, master. I was... getting hungry, I guess.'' Once her eyes flicked back up, Kelt already had his pants down around his ankles and turned around to shove his butt in her face.

Tail lifted, the faintest glimpse of his dark rim lurked between the white toned rear. Head craned back, he looked at her with a stoic expectant look. No lust or giddiness at the prospect of feeding his sister his excrement, purely a blank look of utilitarian scat eating. "The fuck are you waiting for? Get your mouth on my ass. About to fart, and you know all my gas goes down your throat too.'' Reaching a hand back, Kelt spread a cheek to reveal a clenched onyx pucker.

Grimacing in determination, Tekla wasted no more time and pushed her muzzle into his ass. Nuzzling up and down a bit, her lips found his hole quickly before he released his grip to envelop her angular entirely with buttcheek. Dropping his tail over her skull as a final latch that plugged her into musky darkness, he pushed back and squatted a touch to place his weight on his sister's kneeling form. "Hmmgph,'' Tekla whined as a muffled bubbly hiss sounded, the golden furred sister's chest spasming a bit as it was flooded with fumes.

"Much better.'' Kelt settled atop her, visibly relaxing now that there was the familiar warm lips kissing his asshole as he let loose. "This isn't gonna be a big one, I want you to chew it this time.'' Kelt grunted gently and pushed his bottom to her face harder as she tensed and raised fronting hands to grip his legs. "Mhphh-glck'' He could hear the moment his first log dropped to the back of her mouth, a muffled moan turning wet and nauseous.

Unlike usual when he would keep pumping his guts down her throat, this time he clenched shut after depositing one horrid chunk of sewage. Tekla swallowed the familiar disgust, and followed her master's request that she take her time and chew her meal properly this time. "Hrggg...'' Came from his behind, the sister clearly still affected by the taste despite how long she's been consuming his waste.

Finally, he smiled. There was a very distinct chewing noise coming from his rear, feeling Tekla's fingers on his thighs gripping with every motion of her jaws. She gurgled and hacked between chomping his shitlogs, eyes remaining tightly closed. Even if they were open, all she would see is sweaty ass. Is it better or worse that she couldn't smell the musk of his rear, with every sense being filled with scat? Not a thought she had time for as her jaws closed and smushed dark mud between her teeth again.

With a concluding "Ergh,'' Tekla swallowed the spread mushy paste that she had been working on for an agonizing forty seconds. Kelt was quite enjoying hearing the sounds of his slave sister struggling to choke his chunky gifts down, and wanted more. He would push her more, just to make her show her devotion. "All done with that one, bitch?'' Asked the brother, not even looking back. He wouldn't be able to see her face since it was shoved up his ass.

"Mhmmhg.'' Tekla tried her best to make an affirmative noise while keeping her stomach down.

"Here comes the next one. Chew it slower this time.'' She returned to hacking noises as a new log was shoved past her hole-sealed lips. He made sure she had started the first bite before adding the next order. "Keep chewing until I say you can swallow.'' She was glad the cheeks enveloping her face hid the instinctual grimace.

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Now she was in bed with him, halfway down as usual where she was to sleep at his rear. Not too surprising, considering the additional steps with her `dinner'. It seemed to be a very ass-focused day. He had relieved his bladder up her nose after she finished eating his feces, the urine coursing through her sinuses and leaving them tingling to this moment. More importantly to the masculine sergal was that it left her with a literal shitty taste in her mouth, teeth stained brown as she idly smacked her lips occasionally while huffing his rim. She could still feel the final wet spurt of pure fluid scat as he finished playing on loop in her mind, and the following hour of rimming him clean didn't leave her any time for the assaulting flavors to dissipate.

Despite it all, Tekla still sighed happily. A final push placed her snout the final bit forward between his ass, leaving her nose directly on the soft hole under his tail. A strangely peaceful place to her, the smell of his asshole on every particle of air she inhaled. Repulsive, but familiar and not as egregious as tasting full-on shit. When her face was buried against his tailhole, it was disgusting but at least she knew she was with him. The sister fell asleep quickly at his bottom, just as easily as the nights where she had to sleep with a foot of cock knotted to her face. This is how she wound up for every night of the first week, the end of such a milestone passing as she crawled under the covers this final night of the weekend after so many days spent learning her way around the home.

The brother, though, was always harder to coax to sleep. The nose on his anus helped of course, the gentle breathing on his rim calming more than many expect. But while his sister had nothing but his own wishes and her capacity to fulfill them in her mind, he had far more jumbling around in his skull. He ran a company after all, a pharmaceutical one. He did have legitimate good intentions with the establishment, even if it was backed by a selfish desire for money. Still, there were no nightmares that kept him up at night, merely the unending thought process of reviewing the work he has to do.

A standout sniff from under the covers as he pushed some gas through his sister's embedded nostrils brought his mind back to the present, his slave once more the focus of his thoughts. It greatly pleased Kelt to bring his pet to her new home, to show his breeder the place she would be serving him. His desire for money was for this, the company a great accomplishment in bringing their life to where they dreamed. He wanted to enjoy her enjoying it, if only for the initial time as she learned her way around. He purposely went lax in his abuse of her, both to grant her a peaceful adjustment to the new abode, and to make sure she was happy alongside him in these moments. Even if his own problems arose from not being able to unleash them on his sister.

She still got her usual rough assfucks, spanks, slaps and degradation, but the beatings went on pause, the torture of her breasts, even his infatuation with putting broken glass inside her was momentarily ceased. All of her pain was superficial, not lasting beyond the infliction. He knew there were risks to such gentle treatment of his bitch. Yet he made the choice in false confidence, assuming he had more time, that surely one week of ease would be short enough. This would be a mistake, and one he would never replicate.

Tekla woke with a start, feeling the man behind her. As she regained her bearings, she realized where she was, who the man was. As she blearily looked around in her underwear, there was the understanding of how much larger the person grabbing her is. His hand was nearly as big as her entire snout and allowed him to clamp it shut as he dragged her out of her bed.

She panicked, unable to scream, to call out, flailing helplessly as this figure overpowered her and forced her to the door of her room. As it opened, she was met with a burning smell of smoke, seeing a red glow at the opposite end of the hall. But that's not where the man was going, not where the man was taking her. They reached the stairs, Tekla crying and sobbing, squirming in his steel grasp as she struggled to make a noise as he dragged her down them. Her nose burned with the grip of the man's hand and the acrid black smoke, teary eyes keenly watching herself be forced through her own burning house until they reached a door.

It opened, revealing the typical family car that sat in the middle of the garage, trunk open and loaded. She still struggled meekly as the backdoor was opened, finally able to yell as she was tossed onto it. Her troubled shouts were short lived, him crawling onto the seat with her, looming over her with his hand latching around her angled snout once more. She resisted, tried to kick, to fight, but she only ended up flailing. The sobs and fear came in earnest as he sent a clawed hand to her crotch, ripping off her small purple panties. A confused horror swept over her, seeing him undo his own pants, a large cock now slapping to her belly as she writhed under his grasp.

Her mouth was still sealed, still unable to convey the vocalization as her father pushed aside her long clit hood and shoved himself inside her slit. All at once this brought untold pain as she stretched far too wide, red coming out as he ripped her innocence away from her. At this point she collapsed, unable to move, unable to feel above the shattering realizations and agony. Tekla could feel it, sliding through her, tearing her, filling her and igniting a burning pressure inside her vagina she could never forget as he kept applying force. His hand was on her face, gagging her, and making sure it was pointed up so he could see her crying eyes. His other was on an ankle to keep her spread, the sensations overwhelming.

She wanted to die, to make it stop. If the pain wasn't enough, the conscious understanding that her father was raping her was too much. A betrayal that broke her fully as she went limp on the car seat. It was just too much, the forced stare into his twisted eyes, the push of her leg to keep her open as he defiled her. Even the two tight hands squeezing her neck, blocking air. The sharp pain in both her slit and her tailhole as they were torn open.

The dissonance started, the deviation from her torture, the memory. He never choked her, he never went up her ass. Only her master did that. She blinked, a whooshing in her mind, her eyes always open but now seeing. She was laying on the cold hardwood floor of the mountain house, her brother kneeling over her, his hands clutching her neck tightly as a shockingly concerned look displayed on his angular face. He saw the change in her eyes immediately, quickly releasing his grip as he leaned back a bit, using his knee planted at her groin to push in the sharp spiked dildo deeper into her asshole, bringing new pain as it cut her insides.

Wasting no time, Kelt fully knee'd the dildo inside her, making her gasp with open airways. Keeping his leg pressed to her crotch, forcing the pointed torturous shaft to stay deep, he swiftly leaned back down to bring his head to her bountiful chest and harshly bit her nipple, spearing it on honed incisors as a hand reached to pinch and twist her other bud.

She screamed then, so much new pain filling her as the old faded into memory. There were some muffled slurps as Kelt choked down a gush of milk while keeping his bite strong, but most sounds came from the girl. Sobbing, shouting, pleads that could never be said at the time. The screams shifted to begging, later to soft sobbing, next pathetic sniffles and whines. She breathed deeply, body quaking in fear and terror while her brother dedicatedly gnawed on her nipple. He popped off her teat then, knowing she was lifting out of it, though he kept his claws painfully pinching her nubs.

She didn't settle, shaking and crying, but she became aware. She could cry out, she could beg, every scream she made she could hear, her master always let her scream for him. She wasn't in the car, her master wasn't her father, she was safe with her brother, he saved her.

Her eyes were still distant, working through the collided existences. Getting up, Kelt knew she was in a fragile state and that he had to act swiftly to keep her from falling back into the past. He looped an arm under her knees, one around her back, and pulled her to him as he kneeled between her open legs, asshole gently dripping blood to the floor. He brought her to him, his knees under her slit as hers landed on either side of his feet.

Her chest pressed to his, her head to his neck. He yanked her close, both arms snug around her, a hand running up to hold the back of her head as he rubbed his cheek to hers.

"I'm here. Let it out. Scream. Yell. Do everything you could not do then.'' He spoke calmly to her, making sure the only touch she felt was his.

She did, loud miserable wails coming from the girl, truly crying, not of pain or fear, but for everything. What had been done to her was one she could not vocalize, her screeches of despair venting her soul itself. Too much had been lost, too much of her had been broken. After that night, only Kelt remained. Only Kelt mattered. Her cries died to whimpers, a gradual silence. She shook against him, her sorrow aided by the smell of his fur as she felt him press her head into him, his thumb gently petting her as she let out lingering choked sobs. He tightened around her, standing, letting her legs wrap around him as she clutched herself equally tightly as he held her.

There were no words besides soft assurances as he walked through the house, carrying his pregnant distressed sister to the basement. The lights flicked on, and he strode to a specific table, shaped to her limbs and form. He set her there, shaking, eyes staring past him and threatening to relapse entirely while he began strapping her in. The first thing he did was smother her head with a rubber hood, quickly placing the thick blindfold attachment into the visor space. Next he slotted the ring-gag in, with the latex muzzle going over now, completely sealing her face, mouth open inside.

He still heard her soft wails, chest heaving as occasional choked sobs wracked it. He picked up his pace, placing a rubber tube into the perfect circle that was her mouth opening, a latex breath-restricting balloon on the end of the pipe. With a final touch, he placed her nose plugs in, now hearing her shaky breathing coming from the small hole in the end of the ovular bag, expanding and contracting with her breath.

"Control your breathing. Focus on that alone, focus on right now. Come back.'' He ordered as he opened another box, while also sliding a block of machinery that was on rails under the table, bringing it to bear under the opening in the seat that let her tail out while exposing her holes. He spared a moment to look at her hooded skull, whispering gently."Come back.'' The light behind his eyes was a new coldness, one of slight fear. The last time she went that deep, she barely snapped out of it.

He knelt down to grab the base of the spiked dildo hilted in her tailhole, pulling it out, quickly but slow enough to minimize damage. It came free with a shlorp and a convulsion from the girl's body, a gush of blood pouring out, the toy and it's spikes stained crimson. Kelt set it down, pulling an even larger spiked phallus from the container, labeled `emergency'. This one's protrusions were less sharp, but just as painful, giving full agonizing sensation while not shredding her at the speed of machine fucking.

He brought its base to align with a pole coming from the machine he brought under her hanging asscheeks, screwing the threatening toy securely to the piston. He grabbed the control box and had the spikes on its tip pressing to her anus in less than thirty seconds. Confirming penetration angle, he switched it to full speed, instantly shoving into her bloody hole and rapidly pounding into her, bringing muffled noises of pain from her suddenly compressed balloon.

Kelt's eyes were still determined, a distinct worry in them as he fetched another box, pulling out a bundle of electrode pads. After a rushed swab of gel to certain parts of her, he diligently began applying them to her body. Placing a row of three on each side of her belly, going low to avoid her swollen womb, with two more on each thigh, with two close to her pubic area.

He flipped it to the predetermined maximum setting she could handle, her body instantly going rigid in her restraints. He continued pulling items out of the box, three clamps with wire coming out, like mini jumper cables. He made sure he had a positive and negative clamp, then stood to firmly attach them to her nipples, the one he gnawed gently bleeding a bit. He didn't activate the power yet, more setup was needed.

He returned to the box on the floor, grabbing the last clamp and a thin metal rod with a small ball at it's tip, base also connected to a wire like the clamp. He scooted over to her tensely convulsing body, hearing the struggling breathing from the rapidly inflating and deflating balloon hanging down from her mouth. A firm motion placed the last clamp on her clit, exposed with her lack of a sergal's usual long prehensile hood, removed long ago.

With that in place, he unceremoniously spread her slit open with two fingers, finding the little hole of her urethra while her groin moved subtly from the sharp dildo ramming into her rear violently. He spit on the round ball leading the thin rod, and pressed it to her smaller opening, forcing it in and sinking it to her bladder, ensuring the ball was pressing her prostate. Then he stood, checking his circuits.

Path of least resistance, the nipple clamps were oppositely charged, the power would go through her tits and nothing else, while the clit clamp and electrode sound were similar, providing another circuit path that tingled her most sensitive depths with an electric burn.

He knelt down and flicked the car battery on, Tekla's entire form freezing in tightened muscles as a long howl came from her breathing bag. Then just for good measure, he pulled out the more medically looking box, taking a specific syringe. He uncapped it with a click, checking it's harsh colored contents and label stating it to be capsaicin. He knelt and poked the needle into her labia, giving her a fair dose on either side before re-capping and discarding the empty syringe.

Tekla was truly a mess now, strapped to an articulated table while a spiked fuckmachine brutalized her asshole, face sealed in rubber and breathing through a small hole in a balloon, tears and screams unable to escape. Electricity coursed through her, visibly tightening her muscles and making her rigid when she wasn't shuddering or convulsing from the current. He could barely make out her pained noises from her breathing apparatus, but he knew she was breathing while her cunt was swarmed with untold torturous heat.

He grabbed a chair, placing it at the head of the table, and sat. Kelt lowered his own face to press his forehead to his sister's upturned latex smothered one, and started a timer for six hours. Then he placed his hands on her sleek cheeks, and simply held their heads together as she quivered and cried. She was suffering, quite greatly. The suffering she felt now was hurtful, agonizing, unbearable. But the suffering she felt that day, the day her mind can't escape... that pain could break her.

The loss of her family, the loss of herself, the betrayal at the hands of her father, his indirect murdering of her mother and infant brother. That suffering was absolute, shattering, sending cracks in her psyche each moment she was stuck in the memory. The longer she spent in it, the less likely it was she would leave it.

They had found a solution early on, Kelt waking her up in the cold tunnel, hugging her, releasing the only tear she would ever see him give as he asked if she was alright. His burdens were guilt and rage, things he could take out on others, her role being to provide that. But her damage was less treatable. That day haunted her, waking up each day afterwards by replaying the events. The memory of such things doesn't just go away, it had to be suppressed, she had to have a constant grounding that let her know what was real.

Suffering, not just pain. That was her anchor. That was Kelt's role to provide. Suffering on a physical magnitude that drowned out the emotional agony, a more manageable torture that did not threaten to lock her mind in the horrible days of the past. Tekla had to suffer in the present, so she did not live in the hell of the past.

Kelt settled in to wait, unwilling to leave her side. He had to make sure she could breathe, had to be able to intervene, or check if the battery was giving her too little juice. He had to watch over her, safeguard her, protect her. He saved her, took her, owned her. She was his responsibility, and he would not skirt it.

It wasn't even a matter of duty, but a need. He needed her, there was nobody as important as her. He needed her touch, as much as she needed his. But most importantly, he was making sure she knew he was there. That he was watching her, caring for her. Waiting for her to come back. Starting this day, he would never let her go more than four days without a `therapy' session in the basement. Tekla would never relapse again under his watch.

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