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Returning to the more casual 'grab bag' storytelling with these two for this one, sectioned off little scenes of kinks. Got a bunch to offer this time, general worship of Kelt's body, a scalding enema, the ever-amazing nose pissing, a touch of foot-cleaning, and even a little smidge of Kelt blasting a fart down Tekla's nose at the very end, cuz why the fuck not. She's already his toilet slave, tending to his ass and everything that leaves it is half of her life.", "writing": "\"Mmmh...'' muttered Tekla, arms wrapped around a pillow slowly getting drenched with sweat. Nights were always hard this close to her due date, belly large and heavy as her tits ached from overproduction of fluids, and the over-extraction of them. \"NNGH!'' A shock coursed through her motherly frame, contractions wracking her sore body. Her face was tight in discomfort, sleeping already a difficult task. She slept with Kelt of course, her twin brother, her master, her torturer. She found herself in different positions and methods almost every night though.\n\nThis was as pleasant as it got, simple spooning, his large form a wall behind her, close and hot. `Pleasant' wasn't always true though, the brother's footlong cock was currently knotted in her ass, as it would be all night, and it had already pumped a few bladders up into her bowels to further add to her internal discomfort. Her hole was used to it of course, it saw enough harsh use that anal abuse was run of the mill. It was just another aspect of serving her master, her brother. She was internally happy her intestines could be useful as his toilet of course, just as joyous as she was to carry his children.\n\nEven if it made her feel awful, breaking into cold sweats on nights like these where her body seemed intent on destroying any moments of peace the slave sister had. \"Hnng...'' She groaned again, from the other aspect of her position. Kelt's hands were wrapped around her and firmly gripping her milky breasts, tight and painful fistfuls of the sensitive swells. Especially after the day of torture they just received recently, white bandages plastered around them. She could feel his finger pads through the gauze, idly squeezing with white-knuckles in his sleep and sending shocks of pain from her healing wounds, claws digging into the delicate flesh.\n\nSuddenly, behind her was the calm commanding voice of her brother. \"If you make another noise, I will choke you until you pass out. I don't care how needy your asshole is, I'll pound it in the morning. Right now I'm sleeping, so stop moaning.''\n\nA squeaking noise from the girl in surprise that Kelt was awake, before she went quiet. A grope of her boobs came with the masculine sergal pulling his golden beauty of a sister closer, wrapping his legs around the thick ass he was knotted in. \"That's better, bitch. Now sleep.''\n\nTekla knew that wasn't possible. But today was stressful, a restless night would be ill-advised. \"M-Master...'' She said, a whisper. \"I-I... can't. Not with the contractions.''\n\nKelt sighed behind her, tightening his grip on her tortured breasts to a vice that made her gasp in pain. \"Fucking cunt.'' Before the sister knew it, the hands on her tits were gone. For they latched around her neck. \"HRK!'' She sputtered out, before all air couldn't make it through a sealed windpipe. Kelt was counting, feeling the failed gasps, the tenses her colon made around his cock. Her hands never even tried to grab his.\n\nA time was reached, well drilled and practiced. A windy huff from the busty woman he strangled, and his hands released instantly. A quick pulse-check confirmed he was as precise as ever. She wasn't conscious, but she might as well have been the way she smiled as he slid his hands down to hers. Tekla could sleep peacefully now, the hands that choked her now tenderly holding hers as their fingers intertwined and the cock impaling her ass throbbed.\n\n-\n\nThe well-bred sister stood firm as Kelt smacked a hand across her face, cheek turning red under white and gold fur as tears welled. His fist shot down to her fallen body, digits wrapping under her angular snout in a powerful grip to yank her close, the girl standing on tippy toes with her head craned up to meet his own. He spit in her eye, bringing a heavy flinch from the pregnant sister. \"Describe yourself, whore.''\n\nHer words were shaky and stammered, but had no hesitation. \"I-I'm worthless, master. Just a-\" Kelt released her and punched her head so hard she fell to her knees with a cry. Crouching to bring his cold eyes to hers, he took her crying face in a hard grip as the beginning of a black eye showed on her features. The scowl he wore made her shrink back, she hasn't seen him look so infuriated in a long while.\n\nEvery syllable he spoke had a strange aura about it, piercing, hurting, but not destructive. \"Listen here, piss-tank. Never say that again. You have more worth than you can imagine. You are an object, an object I [i]need[/i].'' He pushed her to the floor, the woman splayed out on her back, propped up on elbows to see her brother above her swollen belly. She didn't look for long, head flung back in a screech as he fiercely kicked her hood-lacking and hormonally inflamed pussy. \"You are priceless, and I will not tolerate the thought that you are any less.''\n\nShe heard heavy footsteps pad away. \"Go throatfuck yourself on the horse dildo in the shower, do not stop until I return.'' The broad sergal stood in the doorway, facing his toy one last time. \"And fill your bladder with the capsaicin solution in the cabinet, catheter is in the closet. Plug is next to it. That will remain inside you until I return as well.'' The door closed before the pain in her nether lips diminished, heaving breaths sending her child-bearing middle and milk-filled tits quaking. With a terse swallow, she looked over to the linked bathroom.\n\n-\n\nKelt returned numerous hours later to the sound of his sister retching and gagging, stepping into the bathroom to see her prostrated form bobbing on a horse toy attached to the tile. Her gorgeous eyes were tired, brows slack as she rhythmically pulled her lips away from the base to the medial ring, then shoved back in to bulge her throat out again. Upon hilting, her entire body heaved, coughs sputtered past cock-filled pipes as drool made a mess of her entire face. Kelt looked to the sink, seeing a clear tube in it, lined with a vaguely red residue.\n\nHis eyes returned to her presented hindquarters, seeing her cunt more red and puffy than usual around the thick urethral plug, her articulated toes squirming from the undoubtable heat burning deep inside her. He would think she heard him approach, but even when the sister made no change to her motions when Kelt stood behind her, it was clear she was so overwhelmed by her suffering to only perceive the toy she was forcing down her throat.\n\nShe froze when one of his big footpaws landed on the back of her skull, voluptuous body thrashing when he shoved her snout all the way to the tile. It looked like the dildo warped even her collarbone with how deep the bulge went to her core, body convulsing around the constant object spearing her neck. He merely held her there with his paw, watching her squirm around an impaled skull and scratch at the tile as her eyes rolled back. Then limpness.\n\n-\n\nTekla awoke quickly, her awareness snapping back. She was on the couch, a hand mangling one of her breasts while another gripped the fur on the back of her head. She dimly noted that her head was bobbing, and her lips were still wrapped around a thick cock. This one was real though, poking past the hole deep in her mouth to spread her throat wide around the pale shaft of her brother's meat. Her eyes fluttered as she coughed, but his hand kept her skull thrusting onto his cock like a fleshlight.\n\nHe looked down, pausing with himself fully sheathed besides the fat knot his sister's stretched lips kissed, Tekla gurgling from the object deep in her gullet as it poked out on her neck. Yanking her face off his cock, he released the grip on her head and gave her tit a final tear-bringing twist on her nipple. \"Get on the floor and clean my paws, it was muddy in town.''\n\nStill piecing her mind together, she groggily crawled off the couch while sputtering, trying to ignore the stretched feeling in her throat. Her pregnant belly swayed as she moved on all fours, the life inside squirming more each day. She reached the space where Kelt stretched his legs out, trim form shading the limbs as the muscles extended. He lifted his legs, and Tekla took her place under them, such that her own feet pointed at the couch and his landed beside her head. Arbitrarily choosing one to start, Tekla chose a long-toed footpaw to hold tenderly at her face and start coating with saliva. Kelt then placed the other atop a soft breast in the meantime as he felt his sister's tongue swiping over his grimy pads.\n\n\"Get under the claws, the mud is still wet there.'' The slave sister's only response was a low hum as she continued applying gentle laps to his appendage. With the cleaning settling into a rhythm, Kelt turned on the tv across from him and reached over to pick up a bowl Tekla failed to notice. She kept one eye on the surface of his sole, losing its layer of murkiness as the pad got a nice spit shin. Meanwhile her other eye saw the yellow slice Kelt took from the bowl and dropped in his sharp mouth.\n\nHe noticed her looking of course. \"You mentioned forgetting what peaches taste like after living on my piss and shit for so long. I know they were your favorite, so I figured I'd let you have them again. I need to digest them first, like all the food I give you, but I should be ready to feed them to you before bed.''\n\nShe gave a thankful whine, a slight bit of remorse in it from not being able to eat the fruit directly as her long tongue slicked over his freshly cleaned pad, fully clear of any imperfection as she moved to suck on the long toes. The golden furred master made sure to give a pleased rumble at feeling the tip of her powerful tongue scrape under his talon. A smirk formed on his snout, a rare glint in his eye as he watched her suck the mud from his footpaws. This was a recent thing he made her do, probably only Tekla's eighth time doing it. It was growing on him.\n\n\"Tell me, pet. Do you prefer the taste of my piss, or shit? That is your diet now, after all. And I already know you like my cum.''\n\nHer oral motions to remove the filth from his paw froze as both eyes went up to meet his, slowly drawing her lips off his now damp toe. \"I... I like drinking your urine the most, master.''\n\nKelt's glint sharpened as equally razor-like teeth gleamed. \"Why? Is there something you don't like about my shit? We'll have to overcome that.''\n\nHer ears perked, and brows rose. \"N-No! All your waste is delicious master! Thank you for letting me be your toilet!'' A lie, but founded in the truth of her purpose of serving.\n\nKelt tilted his head. \"But...?''\n\nThe sister's features flattened, the girl burying her snout to his paw to hide slightly. \"B-But... Pee is... easy. Just warm water that I have to chug, and I don't even remember what water tastes like. Eating your poop is, uh... challenging. And the taste...'' He saw her search carefully for the right words. \"The taste... lingers.'' She tried to smile at him. \"But! Your shit tastes like [i]you[/i]. It reminds me that I'm eating [i]your[/i] waste, that I'm [i]your[/i] toilet, master. That's all I need.''\n\nDelightfully to the sister, her brother's smile grew. A truly genuine moment of joy from him, and she smiled back with a warm heart. \"Your mouth should be cleaning my paws, cunt. I still see a lot of mud on them.'' He said with a cheery tone. \n\n-\n\nTekla tried so hard to keep still, forcing her back rigid as the busty mother-to-be looked up at Kelt's calmly powerful visage. He looked determined, holding her milky breasts, thumbing her nipples in ways that ensured the woman couldn't hold back the reactions. \"You were just milked this morning, and you already seem full...''\n\nBreathing heavy with pleasured huffs, Tekla remembered the harsh time with the industrial milker. The position she was forced into while it ripped her milk out was awful, her bones still aching on top of the general misery of late pregnancy. Plus, the sensitive and tortures nipples Kelt rubbed still felt burned from the electro-stim. \"Y-You've done a good job maximizing my production, master. I'm usually so full that it's... uncomfortable.''\n\nThe fingers poking and pinching her abused nipples stopped. Without words, Kelt reached to the box behind him on the bed. He came back with a nipple clamp that more resembled a sharp alligator clip. What caught the buxom sister's eyes was the heavy ball weight dangling from the little vice. The stoic sergal faced her again, standing a head taller despite being twins. He looked down at her, like he always did, in a way that made her feel like a possession of his. It made her feel small, in a good way.\n\nThen came his harsh tone of love. \"Hold out your tits.'' She complied, not even blinking as her hands went under her big aching udders to lift them up for his better access. The sister stiffened with a moan as a sore bud was suddenly gripped by a tense sharpness, flinging all sorts of signals to her brain. The second after the contact was registered, the weight tugging at the nip checked in, multiplying everything she felt.\n\n\"Since your tits are uncomfortably full, I'm going to help worsen them. Breasts make great torture toys, meaty and soft, but non-essential.'' Kelt clamped the other presented breast, talking idly as his palms slid over the juicy lumps. It was spoken as if he was talking to himself, but she knew it was for her. One thing that made the various aspects of torture she suffered from his hands bearable was that there were little surprises. He would lay out every terrible thing he would do to her body, she always knew what was coming. It didn't mitigate the pain, but it provided a safety she couldn't quite describe. \"Let go of your boobs.''\n\nShe did, the oversized jugs bouncing before settling above a massive belly. Puffy nipples still angry from heavy milking were tugged down by the weighted clamps, swinging down to make her wince with the slightest motion. Tekla let out a shaky sigh as gravity teased her buds, the ache and stimulation making her quiver while the pinch of the pointy clamps brought a slight grimace to her pretty face. Then she hissed, dropping to her knees with a pained grunt as she clutched her swollen middle.\n\nBefore she even hit the ground, Kelt's hands were on her shoulders. A true concern showing from how tight he gripped, almost enough to prevent her fall entirely. He sank to a crouch with her, face blank as usual but his eyes shone with emotion she so rarely saw from him. \"Is it coming?'' He asked simply, referring to their unborn child.\n\nTekla shook her head, \"N-No... Sorry master, just... a bad contraction or kick. It's already gone, all it did was give me a headache.'' After giving a tender rub to her taut belly, the golden furred sister sent a hand up to her head. One of her brother's hands followed hers, caressing her other cheek. It slid under her muzzle, pressure applied to signal the sister to rise to her feet. Once done, he brought her face close, their angular snouts almost meeting. One looked up, the other down.\n\nHis demeanor returned to his usual sadistically sexual stoniness. \"Hold your left eye open.'' Tekla was apprehensive as tentative fingers pried her eyelids open, watching keenly as Kelt rolled his head to drop a big wad of spit into her eye. A little yelp came as it landed squarely on her exposed pupil, lids forcing shut regardless of fingers. That was what Kelt wanted though, his own thumb reaching up to slowly rub her clenched eye as Tekla grimaced from the slime stinging her eyeball. \n\n\"I have an idea to help with that headache of yours. Go mop the garage while I prepare it.'' He stopped grinding his finger to her spit soaked eye, watching her almost rub it on her own before realizing that would only make it worse. Fluttering open with an effort of will, Tekla looked at him with that eye half closed to show it growing bloodshot as she nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. \"Yes master!''\n\nAs she turned, Kelt delivered a spank to her ass that would have knocked her down had he not grabbed Tekla's tail and yanked it hard. \"Oh, and cocksleeve?'' He waited until her undivided attention was on him after the shock and fire of the spank diminished. \"Mop it with your tongue.''\n\n-\n\nKelt found his sister just how he wanted to. Crawling on all fours atop the garage's concrete floor, belly wobbling as her huge weighted tits swayed basically to the ground. But most importantly, her head was low to the ground. It bobbed, swished side to side, a long pink tongue swiping out to grace the unkempt floor with its presence. Shockingly to even him though, the girl had licked clean a third of the whole three car garage, only one bay occupied, with the last hosting various tools and a workshop. Essentially half of the dust on the floor had been swept onto her tongue and swallowed.\n\nHe announced himself. \"I think you're faster with your tongue than an actual mop, you dirty bitch. I'm gonna have you use your mouth for all housecleaning from now on.''\n\nTekla shot up upon hearing his voice, zoned out in the disgusting task of sucking dust off concrete. Upon the words registering, even she shot him a look of pure despair. It had taken her ten minutes just to get the will for a second lick at the start, nobody told her that dirt and concrete tasted so bad. \"N-No, please!-\" Her hands clamped tight around her wedged snout before the outcry finished, eyes flinging wide. Immediately she corrected herself, \"O-Of course master! I'll lick clean every inch!'' She cried with overdone enthusiasm.\n\nA cold look, Kelt staring her down. \"You've proven your tongue to be an effective mop. But for most tasks, actual cleaning will still be needed. I have no disillusion that you've done a great job licking up the dust here, but it won't come close to real mopping. However, since it's quite arousing to see my fuck-slave licking the floor, you [i]will[/i] be doing this somewhat often. But not all the time.'' He smiled warmly. \"Cunt.''\n\nShe quickly scrambled to her knees, bowing towards him with a relieved look. \"Thank you master! I'll suck your cock extra hard tonight!''\n\nThe masculine sibling raised his chin a bit, gold and white body generously attractive much like hers was. \"You should always be sucking my cock with all your capacity. Instead, promise to give my car a tongue wash.''\n\nVisibly deflating a touch, Tekla nodded. \"I'll wash your car with my mouth as well, master. I'll do it with the same effort as blowing and rimming you.''\n\nNothing more than a nod from Kelt. \"Now come, I've finished preparing your remedy.''\n\nTekla followed behind him while smacking her lips to get moisture back, pacing with him step by step, still trying to nail down her own posture of one foot in front of the other for a fine strut. Sometimes she got a bit distracted looking at Kelt's nude backside, until a peculiar smell filled her senses as they passed the kitchen. Kelt held out a hand to signal her to stop, Tekla sniffing to try and determine the source. It wasn't a horrible smell, but not pleasant, like a chemical cleaner. Her senses led her to zone in on a steaming pot on the stove.\n\nShe looked at Kelt, and reached out to tap his hand. He looked back with a nod. Tekla took a deep breath, \"M-Master? Did you... make soup?''\n\nHe smiled, but not in a way that made her warm inside this time. \"No. It's your enema solution. Hot soapy water, a few ounces of olive oil, minced ginger, and some castor oil. With a healthy dose of capsaicin, like all your enemas.''\n\nThe pot was suddenly a lot more foreboding to the sister than it was a moment ago. But still, her curiosity shone through through her disappointment that the `remedy' was just more discomfort to drown out the headache. \"Castor oil? What's that?'' She was already unfortunately familiar with how every other ingredient was designed to make the enema as awful as possible, but Kelt still had new things for Tekla even after so many years as his slave.\n\n\"It's an uncomfortable laxative.''\n\nTekla didn't really know some of the big words Kelt used, living underground since she was fourteen. She was too busy learning how to be her brother's toilet in her teenage years, school a distant concept. \"Laxative?''\n\n\"It makes you shit.''\n\nWell, at least Kelt could always explain things in his usual blunt style. \"Oh.'' She wasn't sure how that would make the enema worse, but it was a real possibility that she was missing something. Relieving herself was far easier than her master. Well, she [i]does[/i] have to eat her toilet paper. Otherwise, Tekla merely had to go out back and use the hole outside. She knew it led to a tall glass tank, all her waste since they moved in being stored and fermented for an unknown purpose.\n\nUnsurely staring at the steaming pot, she noticed Kelt pointing at the counter of the island in the kitchen. \"Get your enema plug and go lay down.'' As the obedient sister looked at him for a moment and headed to their bedroom, Kelt watched her go. She was having trouble with the extra weight added by the pregnancy, but her strut was already vastly improved. He tended his mixture while Tekla got into position, clambering up the counter to lay as flat as her child-heavy middle would allow.\n\nAn inspection was in order, Kelt pacing over to her nervous prone body, staring at her gorgeous curves as she looked dead ahead with head resting on folded arms. She flinched when Kelt grabbed a juicy buttock in his grasp, kneading it and pulling her ass apart to show her perfect asshole as fat pussy lips. Another tense gripped her body as his other hand clapped down on the other cheek, close enough to the deep canyon to place his thumb on the trained pucker. It moved in circles around the hole, Tekla keeping her tail raised as a slight sigh worked past her mouth as he teased one of her most receptive places.\n\nThen two thumbs dug past her sphincter to yank her wide open, Tekla jerked out with taut muscles from the anal spreading. But her hole passed the test, gaping and opening deep, red flesh moist and quaking. Both hands left her, rim now pulsing as a heavy spank landed on her ass. While the fingering spread her limbs, the slap to her bottom brought her body inwards, a full form clench as the hit echoed in the open area. A red print already began forming, but it was soon blotted out by another hit. This time Tekla gasped through tight teeth as her legs kicked slightly.\n\n\"Thank you maste-ER!'' She shouted, well versed. Before she finished, a shattering slap landed on her untouched cheek so hard she couldn't make a noise. Then his footsteps paced away, leaving the girl to tough out the harsh stinging on her large bottom. Kelt returned after only a moment, a clanging that could only be the pot being placed on the granite counter. She tensed as his hands returned to her ass, gripping the globes and parting them again to show her tailhole. Doing her best to relax her anus for his use of it, her efforts were rewarded by something being shoved into her rectum.\n\nIt went in dry, like all her anal experiences. At this point her ass probably got so used to it that it makes its own lube. It didn't feel like it to her as the object went deep, a thin tapering cylinder that gripped her walls awfully as it descended. Grimacing, only a little groan came as Kelt forced it deeper, moving it and her hole around to try and wiggle it farther in. She could barely sigh in relief when the motion stopped, for soon after kelt was holding the pot over her round butt, thick cheeks deformed by the head of a funnel.\n\nHe spoke one simple phrase before pouring the heated mixture down the funnel lodged in her bountiful behind. \"Don't move. I expect your training to remove the need for restraints.''\n\n\"GAH! Ow! It's hot, HOT!'' She cried, forcing herself to not writhe uncontrollably as a molten fluid instantly plunged through her depths. Its crusade into her inner gut was relentless, searing a path deep within her immediately. \"IT'S BURNING MY INSIDES!'' The discomfort came soon enough, stinging, heavy feelings, unnatural sensations. But the burning heat was the number one thing on her mind, coursing through her colon to pool inside her already distended belly.\n\n\"Keep still you fucking shit-dumpster, any drop spilled is an extra hour you keep it inside you.'' Kelt snarled, holding the pot with hand-knitted warmers made by Tekla, carefully pouring the boiling concoction into the funnel stuck in Tekla's amazing ass. She continued to cry out in agony, but forcibly reduced her pained reflexes to pathetic shivers as her toes contracted and fists pounded, spasms wracking any part she could move without moving everything. Every second he poured the hot liquid into her bowels was a year to her scalded nerves, the pauses as he let the funnel clear out and drain into her a century.\n\nShe was a broken sniveling mess by the time all the pot's contents were sloshing around in her butt, body frozen in suffering but for shudders as tortured muscles fired off instinctual responses. She barely felt the funnel being pulled out, her rim tugging outwards with it until it slipped out thanks to being coated in the enema. Whether consciously done or by sheer conditioning, her ass clenched up tight to not let anything spill out. Kelt smiled at this, seeing truly that he trained her tailhole to be a perfect container.\n\nGradually recovering coherence from the pain, Tekla screeched as a buttplug almost the size of a breast was crammed past her little hole. It felt torn, but she knew from experience that it wasn't, feeling that sensation quite often with how much use her tailhole saw. Instead there was only a huge shape stretching out her insides, locking the burning mixture deep within her. Despite how her mind believed that plug was straining her hip bone, she struggled to get up. And failed.\n\nKelt padded closer to her head, already depositing the pot in the sink for her to lick clean later. Tekla wearily looked up at her brother with wet eyes, face matted with tears as she sobbed. \"W-Was I good?''\n\nWith a gentle smirk, he trailed a hand down her miserable face, stroking her ears with pride. He looked at her completely dry rear, the entire solution making it inside her. \"Yes, you were. Your asshole's capacity as a storage medium continues to delight me. Now just hold that in your guts for ten hours.'' He saw the color drain from her face as the sentence was given. Smiling assurance to counter her new frown, Kelt petted her fluffy neck. \"Come, whore.'' He dug his arms under her, lifting the heavy girl up and making for the bedroom. \"I'm in the mood to punch your breasts and you know you get spanked during an enema.''\n\n-\n\n\"How do you feel?'' Kelt asked, relaxedly resting on a few pillows and the huge bed's headboard. His piercing silver eyes looked down at his beautiful sister, wedged sergal face matted with tears and spit as she sucked his long cock. She had been worshiping the pale veiny shaft for the better part of an hour, plugging her throat with it, caressing it with her tongue and plastering it with sobbing kisses.\n\nHe saw the light flick on behind her subservient eyes, consciousness restarted to pull her out the trance of serving him. Gently pulling her skull off her deep sucking of his cock, she ran her lips down the side to the burgeoning knot Tekla knew so well. She waited for her brother to grab his base and start slapping her disheveled face with his length before speaking, plaps mixed with her softly spoken words.\n\n\"Awful, master.'' Sputtered out the shapely sergal.\n\n\"Then get your act together, bitch. Worshiping my cock should bring you as much joy as being my toilet.'' His eyes narrowed, eyeing the huge breasts peeking out from under her torso, bruised and red. \"If you're unhappy, present your breasts to me. I have skewers in the nightstand.''\n\nTekla's teary, cum and spit soaked face continued to be beaten by the throbbing meat as she whimpered a negative. \"I am always happy tending to you, master. I-It's just that enema... it's really upsetting my stomach. I haven't felt so bad since first drinking diarrhea. It still burns so much, it feels like my guts are turning inside out.''\n\nKelt grabbed her head and shoved her snout to his big fuzzy balls. \"Good.'' Her response was a fresh sob into his nuts, before taking them into her mouth like a good slave. As she sucked the virile orbs, the hand on her head gently rubbed appreciably. No words, but Kelt made sure she knew she had done the right thing. \n\nAs she settled in for likely another hour of now worshiping his balls, his last sentence for a while stuck with her. \"See? You didn't say anything about a headache.'' He grabbed his softening cock, curving it down towards her testicle-stuffed face. \"Now hold still and take a deep breath, I'm going to piss in your nose.'' As his tip neared the enticing nostrils on his sister's angular snout, he felt the air rushing past his sensitive head as Tekla filled her lungs.\n\nWith only about half of his girth available, the pointed tip had no trouble slotting against the tiny hole on her face. Tekla looked up at her master's calm features, the flush of being defiled adorning her cheeks as her brows kinked in her usual suppressed reluctance. She wanted to make Kelt happy, to submit to him, but that didn't mean she was always stoked to be a toilet.\n\nHis cock pierced her nostril, though more so just smushing into it enough to make a seal and send his piss-slit barely past the entrance. Kelt sometimes wished he would be able to use her nose more frequently, needing to be mostly soft just to have the minimal amount of depth to take a piss. She couldn't halt the sight flowing out of her open nostril, though she quickly filled her lungs again.\n\nKelt noticed, holding off his bladder for a moment more, reaching to rest a hand on her head as she still sucked his balls. A slight application of force pushed her neck down, but kept her head upwards, slanting her skull such that gravity would lead his piss down her sinuses. He said a simple word. \"Starting.''\n\nStart he did, Tekla flinching as her mouth clamped down on his cheek-bulging nuts, face turning to a bright grimace as a warm jet of urine fired into her nose. Kelt held nothing back, watching his sister's gorgeous face sour under having the sharp fluid flood her an area of her body that should never be filled. With the full force blast sending a river of golden waste through her sinuses, there was but a sputter cough muffled by his balls in her mouth, before her jaws worked around the hefty orbs in the motions of swallowing.\n\nIt had taken her a long time to get used to swallowing through her nose, leading the torrent of bitter, stinging fluid to her throat and letting it course right through her face. Sloppy gulps sounded, every noise bringing a fresh tense to her face as he continued to unload right into her nostril, feeling the tight opening try to contract around him, sending the signal of impending drowning to her brain.\n\nBut Tekla worked hard, holding her breath, keeping her windpipe sealed as the heavy bladder flowed through her nose and down into her stomach. Still, Kelt's volume began to outpace her reserves of oxygen, opening her eyes to wince with every strained attempt at swallowing the unending bladder draining into her nasal cavity. As the air in her blood dwindled, the familiar high of asphyxiation began to set in.\n\nMind drifting, thoughts fading, perception graying. But at the same time, everything she felt was suddenly clearer, lancing into her starved mind. The slamming rush as his jetting urine shot through the straight patch of her nostril running along her long angular muzzle. The impact as his stream hit her sinus walls directly, burning a path through the winding tubes deep in her face, tingling and buzzing every nerve inside on its trip to froth down into her gullet.\n\nHer noises were wet, sloppy, but there was no escape for the harsh piss blasting into her. Kelt had gently placed a finger on her other nostril, watching her cheeks slowly fade to blue as her mouth swallowed a stream she couldn't drink, the motion only making her suckle his balls better. He watched her struggle, a hand moving to rest on her head, holding an eye-lid open to stare up at him as she gurgled and shuddered. \n\nTekla felt the edge of consciousness approaching, encountering the blissful haze of oxygen deprivation contaminated with the increased sensitivity to everything happening to her, every cell that the piss touched inside her body, the taste burrowing into her mind. Then she was breathing, Kelt finished relieving himself, lifting the thumb off her nose as it gasped a breath in. Raspy coughs tried to come out, only getting muffled by the spit-soaked nuts she still held in her mouth.\n\nWords finally filtered through the lagging senses, a hand petting her in a way that shivered her tailbase with delight. \"Good toilet, you performed excellently. Breathe now, return to your senses. Take pride in the bladder filling your stomach.''\n\nTekla snorted the last of the urine inside her sinuses as she let the visceral instinct of breathing rush through her, hacking and sputtering, though her eyes adopted the thankful look of her brother's touch as she recuperated. Before long, the warmth returned to her, and not just from the lake of piss in her belly. Instead, it was emotion. There wasn't exactly a pleasure, or joy in what she just endured, but certainly a pride in being able to endure it at all. That is all she needed to calm herself as lingering snorts filled her time sucking Kelt's balls.\n\n \n\n-\n\nKelt had found a new favorite thing to make his sister do. His list of truly enjoyable things to do to her was short; beat her, stabbing her breasts, impregnating her, using her as his personal toilet. He found a unique joy in feeding his sexy sister shit and piss, but a big part was how functional it was. It tickled that part of his brain that ran like a machine, the logic of using his living toilet divine. No mess of splashing piss in porcelain, it was either dutifully swallowed or pumped right up a snug, warm asshole. All discomfort in relieving his bowels vanished, a loving mouth attaching to his ass whenever he needed it, a dexterous tongue removing the need for tedious wiping. Even gas was taken care of, able to call over a snout to shove to his hole to prevent any smell tainting his senses.\n\nBut his new task was purely degrading. Its function was debatable, a worse way to do this form of basic labor. But Kelt found the ordering of it to be exquisite. The task was for Tekla to perform cleaning duties with her mouth, a throw-away command that he found to be far more delectable than he realized. Watching Tekla crawl around, sweeping her head around as her long tongue lapped at the wooden boards much like it polished his asshole. It was still small scale, only the garage being done before the bedroom, Kelt lying on his bed and jacking off as he watched her slurp up dust. \n\nShe would glance up at him occasionally as she swallowed to clear her tongue of grit, making eye contact with Kelt as he looked from his side-lying perch at the edge of the mattress. The pregnant breeding slave was still trying to decide if floorboards tasted better or worse than Kelt's shit, but her mind was stilled as she saw the masculine sergal smile down at his living roomba. It was one of those rare ones, bright enough to dull the ice in his eyes as the twins' gaze locked for a moment that felt like eternity.\n\nKelt continued jerking his impressive dick as they stared, before raising a brow in a silent `get back to work'. Tekla nodded, dropping her opening mouth back to the ground before grimacing. The heavy weight in her belly shifted again, holding an enema expressly designed to torture her gut. Her cheeks ballooned in a suppressed heave, a small `urk' the only thing escaping her lips as a hand held her expansive belly. As if late pregnancy wasn't bad enough, this enema was sending her insides into disarray.\n\nAnd she still had hours to keep it inside her. The clock ticked slowly, even a hearty spanking session after a long bout of cockwarming didn't speed the time. Kelt could still see her fiery cheeks every time her expansive rear was turned towards him, drinking the globes that carried red prints and gradually forming bruises, spreading even down her thighs. Kelt glared at the glorious body before him, craving to once more schedule a torture session.\n\nPerhaps her ass would be next, it would look nice with cuts over those bruises. And with far, [i]far[/i] more bruises. He was pulled from his sadistic thoughts as a cough sounded, Tekla struggling to swallow a dust bunny before her oral organ once more made sweeping contact with the floor. He had a nice view of his gorgeous sister when she did this, on hands and knees with head down and ass up. His eyes drifted, watching her move, absorbing her perfect body. He noticed her long articulated toes curl up on particularly bad licks, and realized it had been awhile since her paws were tortured.\n\nNot a particularly interesting body part to injure, but they were certainly sensitive. He could definitely have fun with those feet, all he needed was a whip and a boxcutter. Perhaps a blowtorch. Or needles, he did so love sticking needles in her. Perhaps it was time to take inventory, and finally start getting the instruments of pain he wanted. Still, what he had was perfectly workable. And he did take great care not to permanently scar his toy's perfect body. Still... there were a number of things he could do [i]under[/i] the skin. He had yet to truly utilize the surgical room in the basement, only using it for patching up his sister after `therapy sessions' and ensuring the health of their coming child.\n\nTekla couldn't see it, but the eyes looking at her took on a new shine as they stared at her nude matronly body. They already barely saw her as a person, if at all. But while used to a gaze of objectification, this new stare was noticeably more... sinister. In this moment Kelt didn't see his sister's arms, but muscle around a bone. Her face became cartilage and sinuses. Organs became playthings and obstacles.\n\nHe blinked, pulling back to reality as he realized he was cumming. Kelt fired a shocking dosage of cum across the sheets, propelled right off the bed to splatter on the floor. Subconsciously his hand had increased the pumping tempo as his thoughts bordered desires he kept locked away. Only a disappointed huff came, orgasm nothing truly special to him, especially such an unplanned one. His mind was too active to be overpowered by his body's bliss, Kelt controlled his dick, not the other way around.\n\nStill, he kept pumping his pale footlong cock. It gave out a new wet sound as seed lubed the grip, the golden sergal's measured breathing not even faltering once as an explosive climax came and went. There were times he let loose to his base desires, yet the issue is it had been nine months since the last time he truly was himself. The handjob was more of an idle action. After all, why not pleasure himself while relaxing? But he got far more from sight and sound, knowledge and context. It's why true pleasure came from when he got his hands on his sister, got her tied to her torture table as screams filled his ears and his hands inflicted pain.\n\nHe sighed, slowing his masturbation while still keenly watching his discomforted slave lick the floor, now slurping up the cum that landed beside her. Then the masculine sergal simply closed his eyes. He was self aware enough to see his depths rise. He would never challenge his inner thoughts, but he knew in this more logical state that everything good needed moderation. There were so many things he wanted to do to the pregnant body before him, things he [i]could[/i] do. But the man was grounded enough to know the cost of such fleeting pleasure was too high, and most of all, it was his duty to see that his toilet- no, sister, saw no permanent harm like that night.\n\nHer physical pain was torture, but for a purpose more than just his pleasure. The agony did not destroy her like the night that made Kelt a monster. The pain he caused her kept Tekla grounded to reality, too busy hurting outside to feel the hurt inside. He stared at her then, long and hard. Again he saw a gorgeous fuckdoll, no longer mere meat. He realized his hand had been motionless for a while now, and began pumping it again. His only focus now was the joy of watching her lick the floor clean while her body was displayed.\n\nSilently watching her work, eventually he needed other services from her. \"Dumpster-cunt.'' He called, Tekla finishing a lick along the floorboards to wearily eye him, a near-black tongue hanging from tired jaws. All Kelt did was roll over, no longer facing off the bed to now push his ass to the edge. All he did was pat his hips and move his tail away, the wrinkled patch of bare skin between his cheeks directly presented.\n\n\"M-Master...'' She said in a low tone, voice sounding dry. \"My tongue is very dirty, are you sure you want me rimming you before I wash it?''\n\nKelt didn't even turn to face her, only waving his tail and giving a simple answer. \"I don't need a rim job, I need your nose to fart in.''\n\nTekla looked at his presented ass again, features drooping ever slightly more. \"...Oh.'' Shuffling over to where his ass sat atop the edge of the mattress, the sister prepared for one of her more unsavory jobs. She knew that everything Kelt made her do was for his own satisfaction, but there was usually a logic to it beside pure degenerate desire. Food was scarce in her old tunnel, and there was no real bathroom, so it made sense to make her a toilet for a more reliable food supply, while bolstering her old hideaway's hygiene. Likewise for trash being stuffed up her ass. Even the floor-licking did [i]something[/i], even if ineffectively. \n\nBut this job was one she didn't get. Less of a job she supposed, and more of a principle. If Kelt had to fart, it would go in her, just like everything else leaving his body. The gas technically didn't taste as bad, but it was more permeating due to its aerosol nature. A sad sigh was all the golden beauty gave as she sat on her knees, staring at his butt. She knew it well, the curves, the shape, being intimately acquainted with the wrinkled hole it hid. That pucker is what fed her all the food she eats. She reached up, and parted the round curtains to reveal that tight anus in totality. Taking one final breath, she pushed her wedged snout to his crack. The point of her nose perfectly landed on the creased hole, pushing into it as his musk filled her nostrils. \n\nShe released his cheeks to further smother her face, then pushed her snout past his rim a bit. The second her nostrils broke through the barrier, the blast was immediate. Long and deep, her lungs were suddenly filled by unbreathable air that sizzled on the way down as it blew through her sinuses in an instant. At once she gagged, yet breathed deeply at the same time to quickly clear his butt out. A couple more small pockets worked into her nose after a moment, feeling his ring clench around her nose's point as he pushed the gas down her nostrils.\n\nThere was a tap on her head, and she yanked her face out of the bile-rising depths. Gasping for air, she had to vent her methane flooded chest first, hacks and gags coming as she fell back onto her knees. Kelt didn't wait for her to finish wheezing before giving the next command. \"You handled it well whore, now get back to mopping.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Mmmh...'' muttered Tekla, arms wrapped around a pillow slowly getting drenched with sweat. Nights were always hard this close to her due date, belly large and heavy as her tits ached from overproduction of fluids, and the over-extraction of them. "NNGH!'' A shock coursed through her motherly frame, contractions wracking her sore body. Her face was tight in discomfort, sleeping already a difficult task. She slept with Kelt of course, her twin brother, her master, her torturer. She found herself in different positions and methods almost every night though.

This was as pleasant as it got, simple spooning, his large form a wall behind her, close and hot. `Pleasant' wasn't always true though, the brother's footlong cock was currently knotted in her ass, as it would be all night, and it had already pumped a few bladders up into her bowels to further add to her internal discomfort. Her hole was used to it of course, it saw enough harsh use that anal abuse was run of the mill. It was just another aspect of serving her master, her brother. She was internally happy her intestines could be useful as his toilet of course, just as joyous as she was to carry his children.

Even if it made her feel awful, breaking into cold sweats on nights like these where her body seemed intent on destroying any moments of peace the slave sister had. "Hnng...'' She groaned again, from the other aspect of her position. Kelt's hands were wrapped around her and firmly gripping her milky breasts, tight and painful fistfuls of the sensitive swells. Especially after the day of torture they just received recently, white bandages plastered around them. She could feel his finger pads through the gauze, idly squeezing with white-knuckles in his sleep and sending shocks of pain from her healing wounds, claws digging into the delicate flesh.

Suddenly, behind her was the calm commanding voice of her brother. "If you make another noise, I will choke you until you pass out. I don't care how needy your asshole is, I'll pound it in the morning. Right now I'm sleeping, so stop moaning.''

A squeaking noise from the girl in surprise that Kelt was awake, before she went quiet. A grope of her boobs came with the masculine sergal pulling his golden beauty of a sister closer, wrapping his legs around the thick ass he was knotted in. "That's better, bitch. Now sleep.''

Tekla knew that wasn't possible. But today was stressful, a restless night would be ill-advised. "M-Master...'' She said, a whisper. "I-I... can't. Not with the contractions.''

Kelt sighed behind her, tightening his grip on her tortured breasts to a vice that made her gasp in pain. "Fucking cunt.'' Before the sister knew it, the hands on her tits were gone. For they latched around her neck. "HRK!'' She sputtered out, before all air couldn't make it through a sealed windpipe. Kelt was counting, feeling the failed gasps, the tenses her colon made around his cock. Her hands never even tried to grab his.

A time was reached, well drilled and practiced. A windy huff from the busty woman he strangled, and his hands released instantly. A quick pulse-check confirmed he was as precise as ever. She wasn't conscious, but she might as well have been the way she smiled as he slid his hands down to hers. Tekla could sleep peacefully now, the hands that choked her now tenderly holding hers as their fingers intertwined and the cock impaling her ass throbbed.

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The well-bred sister stood firm as Kelt smacked a hand across her face, cheek turning red under white and gold fur as tears welled. His fist shot down to her fallen body, digits wrapping under her angular snout in a powerful grip to yank her close, the girl standing on tippy toes with her head craned up to meet his own. He spit in her eye, bringing a heavy flinch from the pregnant sister. "Describe yourself, whore.''

Her words were shaky and stammered, but had no hesitation. "I-I'm worthless, master. Just a-" Kelt released her and punched her head so hard she fell to her knees with a cry. Crouching to bring his cold eyes to hers, he took her crying face in a hard grip as the beginning of a black eye showed on her features. The scowl he wore made her shrink back, she hasn't seen him look so infuriated in a long while.

Every syllable he spoke had a strange aura about it, piercing, hurting, but not destructive. "Listen here, piss-tank. Never say that again. You have more worth than you can imagine. You are an object, an object I need.'' He pushed her to the floor, the woman splayed out on her back, propped up on elbows to see her brother above her swollen belly. She didn't look for long, head flung back in a screech as he fiercely kicked her hood-lacking and hormonally inflamed pussy. "You are priceless, and I will not tolerate the thought that you are any less.''

She heard heavy footsteps pad away. "Go throatfuck yourself on the horse dildo in the shower, do not stop until I return.'' The broad sergal stood in the doorway, facing his toy one last time. "And fill your bladder with the capsaicin solution in the cabinet, catheter is in the closet. Plug is next to it. That will remain inside you until I return as well.'' The door closed before the pain in her nether lips diminished, heaving breaths sending her child-bearing middle and milk-filled tits quaking. With a terse swallow, she looked over to the linked bathroom.

-

Kelt returned numerous hours later to the sound of his sister retching and gagging, stepping into the bathroom to see her prostrated form bobbing on a horse toy attached to the tile. Her gorgeous eyes were tired, brows slack as she rhythmically pulled her lips away from the base to the medial ring, then shoved back in to bulge her throat out again. Upon hilting, her entire body heaved, coughs sputtered past cock-filled pipes as drool made a mess of her entire face. Kelt looked to the sink, seeing a clear tube in it, lined with a vaguely red residue.

His eyes returned to her presented hindquarters, seeing her cunt more red and puffy than usual around the thick urethral plug, her articulated toes squirming from the undoubtable heat burning deep inside her. He would think she heard him approach, but even when the sister made no change to her motions when Kelt stood behind her, it was clear she was so overwhelmed by her suffering to only perceive the toy she was forcing down her throat.

She froze when one of his big footpaws landed on the back of her skull, voluptuous body thrashing when he shoved her snout all the way to the tile. It looked like the dildo warped even her collarbone with how deep the bulge went to her core, body convulsing around the constant object spearing her neck. He merely held her there with his paw, watching her squirm around an impaled skull and scratch at the tile as her eyes rolled back. Then limpness.

-

Tekla awoke quickly, her awareness snapping back. She was on the couch, a hand mangling one of her breasts while another gripped the fur on the back of her head. She dimly noted that her head was bobbing, and her lips were still wrapped around a thick cock. This one was real though, poking past the hole deep in her mouth to spread her throat wide around the pale shaft of her brother's meat. Her eyes fluttered as she coughed, but his hand kept her skull thrusting onto his cock like a fleshlight.

He looked down, pausing with himself fully sheathed besides the fat knot his sister's stretched lips kissed, Tekla gurgling from the object deep in her gullet as it poked out on her neck. Yanking her face off his cock, he released the grip on her head and gave her tit a final tear-bringing twist on her nipple. "Get on the floor and clean my paws, it was muddy in town.''

Still piecing her mind together, she groggily crawled off the couch while sputtering, trying to ignore the stretched feeling in her throat. Her pregnant belly swayed as she moved on all fours, the life inside squirming more each day. She reached the space where Kelt stretched his legs out, trim form shading the limbs as the muscles extended. He lifted his legs, and Tekla took her place under them, such that her own feet pointed at the couch and his landed beside her head. Arbitrarily choosing one to start, Tekla chose a long-toed footpaw to hold tenderly at her face and start coating with saliva. Kelt then placed the other atop a soft breast in the meantime as he felt his sister's tongue swiping over his grimy pads.

"Get under the claws, the mud is still wet there.'' The slave sister's only response was a low hum as she continued applying gentle laps to his appendage. With the cleaning settling into a rhythm, Kelt turned on the tv across from him and reached over to pick up a bowl Tekla failed to notice. She kept one eye on the surface of his sole, losing its layer of murkiness as the pad got a nice spit shin. Meanwhile her other eye saw the yellow slice Kelt took from the bowl and dropped in his sharp mouth.

He noticed her looking of course. "You mentioned forgetting what peaches taste like after living on my piss and shit for so long. I know they were your favorite, so I figured I'd let you have them again. I need to digest them first, like all the food I give you, but I should be ready to feed them to you before bed.''

She gave a thankful whine, a slight bit of remorse in it from not being able to eat the fruit directly as her long tongue slicked over his freshly cleaned pad, fully clear of any imperfection as she moved to suck on the long toes. The golden furred master made sure to give a pleased rumble at feeling the tip of her powerful tongue scrape under his talon. A smirk formed on his snout, a rare glint in his eye as he watched her suck the mud from his footpaws. This was a recent thing he made her do, probably only Tekla's eighth time doing it. It was growing on him.

"Tell me, pet. Do you prefer the taste of my piss, or shit? That is your diet now, after all. And I already know you like my cum.''

Her oral motions to remove the filth from his paw froze as both eyes went up to meet his, slowly drawing her lips off his now damp toe. "I... I like drinking your urine the most, master.''

Kelt's glint sharpened as equally razor-like teeth gleamed. "Why? Is there something you don't like about my shit? We'll have to overcome that.''

Her ears perked, and brows rose. "N-No! All your waste is delicious master! Thank you for letting me be your toilet!'' A lie, but founded in the truth of her purpose of serving.

Kelt tilted his head. "But...?''

The sister's features flattened, the girl burying her snout to his paw to hide slightly. "B-But... Pee is... easy. Just warm water that I have to chug, and I don't even remember what water tastes like. Eating your poop is, uh... challenging. And the taste...'' He saw her search carefully for the right words. "The taste... lingers.'' She tried to smile at him. "But! Your shit tastes like you. It reminds me that I'm eating your waste, that I'm your toilet, master. That's all I need.''

Delightfully to the sister, her brother's smile grew. A truly genuine moment of joy from him, and she smiled back with a warm heart. "Your mouth should be cleaning my paws, cunt. I still see a lot of mud on them.'' He said with a cheery tone.

-

Tekla tried so hard to keep still, forcing her back rigid as the busty mother-to-be looked up at Kelt's calmly powerful visage. He looked determined, holding her milky breasts, thumbing her nipples in ways that ensured the woman couldn't hold back the reactions. "You were just milked this morning, and you already seem full...''

Breathing heavy with pleasured huffs, Tekla remembered the harsh time with the industrial milker. The position she was forced into while it ripped her milk out was awful, her bones still aching on top of the general misery of late pregnancy.  Plus, the sensitive and tortures nipples Kelt rubbed still felt burned from the electro-stim. "Y-You've done a good job maximizing my production, master. I'm usually so full that it's... uncomfortable.''

The fingers poking and pinching her abused nipples stopped. Without words, Kelt reached to the box behind him on the bed. He came back with a nipple clamp that more resembled a sharp alligator clip. What caught the buxom sister's eyes was the heavy ball weight dangling from the little vice. The stoic sergal faced her again, standing a head taller despite being twins. He looked down at her, like he always did, in a way that made her feel like a possession of his. It made her feel small, in a good way.

Then came his harsh tone of love. "Hold out your tits.'' She complied, not even blinking as her hands went under her big aching udders to lift them up for his better access. The sister stiffened with a moan as a sore bud was suddenly gripped by a tense sharpness, flinging all sorts of signals to her brain. The second after the contact was registered, the weight tugging at the nip checked in, multiplying everything she felt.

"Since your tits are uncomfortably full, I'm going to help worsen them. Breasts make great torture toys, meaty and soft, but non-essential.'' Kelt clamped the other presented breast, talking idly as his palms slid over the juicy lumps. It was spoken as if he was talking to himself, but she knew it was for her. One thing that made the various aspects of torture she suffered from his hands bearable was that there were little surprises. He would lay out every terrible thing he would do to her body, she always knew what was coming. It didn't mitigate the pain, but it provided a safety she couldn't quite describe. "Let go of your boobs.''

She did, the oversized jugs bouncing before settling above a massive belly. Puffy nipples still angry from heavy milking were tugged down by the weighted clamps, swinging down to make her wince with the slightest motion. Tekla let out a shaky sigh as gravity teased her buds, the ache and stimulation making her quiver while the pinch of the pointy clamps brought a slight grimace to her pretty face. Then she hissed, dropping to her knees with a pained grunt as she clutched her swollen middle.

Before she even hit the ground, Kelt's hands were on her shoulders. A true concern showing from how tight he gripped, almost enough to prevent her fall entirely. He sank to a crouch with her, face blank as usual but his eyes shone with emotion she so rarely saw from him. "Is it coming?'' He asked simply, referring to their unborn child.

Tekla shook her head, "N-No... Sorry master, just... a bad contraction or kick. It's already gone, all it did was give me a headache.'' After giving a tender rub to her taut belly, the golden furred sister sent a hand up to her head. One of her brother's hands followed hers, caressing her other cheek. It slid under her muzzle, pressure applied to signal the sister to rise to her feet. Once done, he brought her face close, their angular snouts almost meeting. One looked up, the other down.

His demeanor returned to his usual sadistically sexual stoniness. "Hold your left eye open.'' Tekla was apprehensive as tentative fingers pried her eyelids open, watching keenly as Kelt rolled his head to drop a big wad of spit into her eye. A little yelp came as it landed squarely on her exposed pupil, lids forcing shut regardless of fingers. That was what Kelt wanted though, his own thumb reaching up to slowly rub her clenched eye as Tekla grimaced from the slime stinging her eyeball.

"I have an idea to help with that headache of yours. Go mop the garage while I prepare it.'' He stopped grinding his finger to her spit soaked eye, watching her almost rub it on her own before realizing that would only make it worse. Fluttering open with an effort of will, Tekla looked at him with that eye half closed to show it growing bloodshot as she nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Yes master!''

As she turned, Kelt delivered a spank to her ass that would have knocked her down had he not grabbed Tekla's tail and yanked it hard. "Oh, and cocksleeve?'' He waited until her undivided attention was on him after the shock and fire of the spank diminished. "Mop it with your tongue.''

-

Kelt found his sister just how he wanted to. Crawling on all fours atop the garage's concrete floor, belly wobbling as her huge weighted tits swayed basically to the ground. But most importantly, her head was low to the ground. It bobbed, swished side to side, a long pink tongue swiping out to grace the unkempt floor with its presence. Shockingly to even him though, the girl had licked clean a third of the whole three car garage, only one bay occupied, with the last hosting various tools and a workshop. Essentially half of the dust on the floor had been swept onto her tongue and swallowed.

He announced himself. "I think you're faster with your tongue than an actual mop, you dirty bitch. I'm gonna have you use your mouth for all housecleaning from now on.''

Tekla shot up upon hearing his voice, zoned out in the disgusting task of sucking dust off concrete. Upon the words registering, even she shot him a look of pure despair. It had taken her ten minutes just to get the will for a second lick at the start, nobody told her that dirt and concrete tasted so bad. "N-No, please!-" Her hands clamped tight around her wedged snout before the outcry finished, eyes flinging wide. Immediately she corrected herself, "O-Of course master! I'll lick clean every inch!'' She cried with overdone enthusiasm.

A cold look, Kelt staring her down. "You've proven your tongue to be an effective mop. But for most tasks, actual cleaning will still be needed. I have no disillusion that you've done a great job licking up the dust here, but it won't come close to real mopping. However, since it's quite arousing to see my fuck-slave licking the floor, you will be doing this somewhat often. But not all the time.'' He smiled warmly. "Cunt.''

She quickly scrambled to her knees, bowing towards him with a relieved look. "Thank you master! I'll suck your cock extra hard tonight!''

The masculine sibling raised his chin a bit, gold and white body generously attractive much like hers was. "You should always be sucking my cock with all your capacity. Instead, promise to give my car a tongue wash.''

Visibly deflating a touch, Tekla nodded. "I'll wash your car with my mouth as well, master. I'll do it with the same effort as blowing and rimming you.''

Nothing more than a nod from Kelt. "Now come, I've finished preparing your remedy.''

Tekla followed behind him while smacking her lips to get moisture back, pacing with him step by step, still trying to nail down her own posture of one foot in front of the other for a fine strut. Sometimes she got a bit distracted looking at Kelt's nude backside, until a peculiar smell filled her senses as they passed the kitchen. Kelt held out a hand to signal her to stop, Tekla sniffing to try and determine the source. It wasn't a horrible smell, but not pleasant, like a chemical cleaner. Her senses led her to zone in on a steaming pot on the stove.

She looked at Kelt, and reached out to tap his hand. He looked back with a nod. Tekla took a deep breath, "M-Master? Did you... make soup?''

He smiled, but not in a way that made her warm inside this time. "No. It's your enema solution. Hot soapy water, a few ounces of olive oil, minced ginger, and some castor oil. With a healthy dose of capsaicin, like all your enemas.''

The pot was suddenly a lot more foreboding to the sister than it was a moment ago. But still, her curiosity shone through through her disappointment that the `remedy' was just more discomfort to drown out the headache. "Castor oil? What's that?'' She was already unfortunately familiar with how every other ingredient was designed to make the enema as awful as possible, but Kelt still had new things for Tekla even after so many years as his slave.

"It's an uncomfortable laxative.''

Tekla didn't really know some of the big words Kelt used, living underground since she was fourteen. She was too busy learning how to be her brother's toilet in her teenage years, school a distant concept. "Laxative?''

"It makes you shit.''

Well, at least Kelt could always explain things in his usual blunt style. "Oh.'' She wasn't sure how that would make the enema worse, but it was a real possibility that she was missing something. Relieving herself was far easier than her master. Well, she does have to eat her toilet paper. Otherwise, Tekla merely had to go out back and use the hole outside. She knew it led to a tall glass tank, all her waste since they moved in being stored and fermented for an unknown purpose.

Unsurely staring at the steaming pot, she noticed Kelt pointing at the counter of the island in the kitchen. "Get your enema plug and go lay down.'' As the obedient sister looked at him for a moment and headed to their bedroom, Kelt watched her go. She was having trouble with the extra weight added by the pregnancy, but her strut was already vastly improved. He tended his mixture while Tekla got into position, clambering up the counter to lay as flat as her child-heavy middle would allow.

An inspection was in order, Kelt pacing over to her nervous prone body, staring at her gorgeous curves as she looked dead ahead with head resting on folded arms. She flinched when Kelt grabbed a juicy buttock in his grasp, kneading it and pulling her ass apart to show her perfect asshole as fat pussy lips. Another tense gripped her body as his other hand clapped down on the other cheek, close enough to the deep canyon to place his thumb on the trained pucker. It moved in circles around the hole, Tekla keeping her tail raised as a slight sigh worked past her mouth as he teased one of her most receptive places.

Then two thumbs dug past her sphincter to yank her wide open, Tekla jerked out with taut muscles from the anal spreading. But her hole passed the test, gaping and opening deep, red flesh moist and quaking. Both hands left her, rim now pulsing as a heavy spank landed on her ass. While the fingering spread her limbs, the slap to her bottom brought her body inwards, a full form clench as the hit echoed in the open area. A red print already began forming, but it was soon blotted out by another hit. This time Tekla gasped through tight teeth as her legs kicked slightly.

"Thank you maste-ER!'' She shouted, well versed. Before she finished, a shattering slap landed on her untouched cheek so hard she couldn't make a noise. Then his footsteps paced away, leaving the girl to tough out the harsh stinging on her large bottom. Kelt returned after only a moment, a clanging that could only be the pot being placed on the granite counter. She tensed as his hands returned to her ass, gripping the globes and parting them again to show her tailhole. Doing her best to relax her anus for his use of it, her efforts were rewarded by something being shoved into her rectum.

It went in dry, like all her anal experiences. At this point her ass probably got so used to it that it makes its own lube. It didn't feel like it to her as the object went deep, a thin tapering cylinder that gripped her walls awfully as it descended. Grimacing, only a little groan came as Kelt forced it deeper, moving it and her hole around to try and wiggle it farther in. She could barely sigh in relief when the motion stopped, for soon after kelt was holding the pot over her round butt, thick cheeks deformed by the head of a funnel.

He spoke one simple phrase before pouring the heated mixture down the funnel lodged in her bountiful behind. "Don't move. I expect your training to remove the need for restraints.''

"GAH! Ow! It's hot, HOT!'' She cried, forcing herself to not writhe uncontrollably as a molten fluid instantly plunged through her depths. Its crusade into her inner gut was relentless, searing a path deep within her immediately. "IT'S BURNING MY INSIDES!'' The discomfort came soon enough, stinging, heavy feelings, unnatural sensations. But the burning heat was the number one thing on her mind, coursing through her colon to pool inside her already distended belly.

"Keep still you fucking shit-dumpster, any drop spilled is an extra hour you keep it inside you.'' Kelt snarled, holding the pot with hand-knitted warmers made by Tekla, carefully pouring the boiling concoction into the funnel stuck in Tekla's amazing ass. She continued to cry out in agony, but forcibly reduced her pained reflexes to pathetic shivers as her toes contracted and fists pounded, spasms wracking any part she could move without moving everything. Every second he poured the hot liquid into her bowels was a year to her scalded nerves, the pauses as he let the funnel clear out and drain into her a century.

She was a broken sniveling mess by the time all the pot's contents were sloshing around in her butt, body frozen in suffering but for shudders as tortured muscles fired off instinctual responses. She barely felt the funnel being pulled out, her rim tugging outwards with it until it slipped out thanks to being coated in the enema. Whether consciously done or by sheer conditioning, her ass clenched up tight to not let anything spill out. Kelt smiled at this, seeing truly that he trained her tailhole to be a perfect container.

Gradually recovering coherence from the pain, Tekla screeched as a buttplug almost the size of a breast was crammed past her little hole. It felt torn, but she knew from experience that it wasn't, feeling that sensation quite often with how much use her tailhole saw. Instead there was only a huge shape stretching out her insides, locking the burning mixture deep within her. Despite how her mind believed that plug was straining her hip bone, she struggled to get up. And failed.

Kelt padded closer to her head, already depositing the pot in the sink for her to lick clean later. Tekla wearily looked up at her brother with wet eyes, face matted with tears as she sobbed. "W-Was I good?''

With a gentle smirk, he trailed a hand down her miserable face, stroking her ears with pride. He looked at her completely dry rear, the entire solution making it inside her. "Yes, you were. Your asshole's capacity as a storage medium continues to delight me. Now just hold that in your guts for ten hours.'' He saw the color drain from her face as the sentence was given. Smiling assurance to counter her new frown, Kelt petted her fluffy neck. "Come, whore.'' He dug his arms under her, lifting the heavy girl up and making for the bedroom. "I'm in the mood to punch your breasts and you know you get spanked during an enema.''

-

"How do you feel?'' Kelt asked, relaxedly resting on a few pillows and the huge bed's headboard. His piercing silver eyes looked down at his beautiful sister, wedged sergal face matted with tears and spit as she sucked his long cock. She had been worshiping the pale veiny shaft for the better part of an hour, plugging her throat with it, caressing it with her tongue and plastering it with sobbing kisses.

He saw the light flick on behind her subservient eyes, consciousness restarted to pull her out the trance of serving him. Gently pulling her skull off her deep sucking of his cock, she ran her lips down the side to the burgeoning knot Tekla knew so well. She waited for her brother to grab his base and start slapping her disheveled face with his length before speaking, plaps mixed with her softly spoken words.

"Awful, master.'' Sputtered out the shapely sergal.

"Then get your act together, bitch. Worshiping my cock should bring you as much joy as being my toilet.'' His eyes narrowed, eyeing the huge breasts peeking out from under her torso, bruised and red. "If you're unhappy, present your breasts to me. I have skewers in the nightstand.''

Tekla's teary, cum and spit soaked face continued to be beaten by the throbbing meat as she whimpered a negative. "I am always happy tending to you, master. I-It's just that enema... it's really upsetting my stomach. I haven't felt so bad since first drinking diarrhea. It still burns so much, it feels like my guts are turning inside out.''

Kelt grabbed her head and shoved her snout to his big fuzzy balls. "Good.'' Her response was a fresh sob into his nuts, before taking them into her mouth like a good slave. As she sucked the virile orbs, the hand on her head gently rubbed appreciably. No words, but Kelt made sure she knew she had done the right thing.

As she settled in for likely another hour of now worshiping his balls, his last sentence for a while stuck with her. "See? You didn't say anything about a headache.'' He grabbed his softening cock, curving it down towards her testicle-stuffed face. "Now hold still and take a deep breath, I'm going to piss in your nose.'' As his tip neared the enticing nostrils on his sister's angular snout, he felt the air rushing past his sensitive head as Tekla filled her lungs.

With only about half of his girth available, the pointed tip had no trouble slotting against the tiny hole on her face. Tekla looked up at her master's calm features, the flush of being defiled adorning her cheeks as her brows kinked in her usual suppressed reluctance. She wanted to make Kelt happy, to submit to him, but that didn't mean she was always stoked to be a toilet.

His cock pierced her nostril, though more so just smushing into it enough to make a seal and send his piss-slit barely past the entrance. Kelt sometimes wished he would be able to use her nose more frequently, needing to be mostly soft just to have the minimal amount of depth to take a piss. She couldn't halt the sight flowing out of her open nostril, though she quickly filled her lungs again.

Kelt noticed, holding off his bladder for a moment more, reaching to rest a hand on her head as she still sucked his balls. A slight application of force pushed her neck down, but kept her head upwards, slanting her skull such that gravity would lead his piss down her sinuses. He said a simple word. "Starting.''

Start he did, Tekla flinching as her mouth clamped down on his cheek-bulging nuts, face turning to a bright grimace as a warm jet of urine fired into her nose. Kelt held nothing back, watching his sister's gorgeous face sour under having the sharp fluid flood her an area of her body that should never be filled. With the full force blast sending a river of golden waste through her sinuses, there was but a sputter cough muffled by his balls in her mouth, before her jaws worked around the hefty orbs in the motions of swallowing.

It had taken her a long time to get used to swallowing through her nose, leading the torrent of bitter, stinging fluid to her throat and letting it course right through her face. Sloppy gulps sounded, every noise bringing a fresh tense to her face as he continued to unload right into her nostril, feeling the tight opening try to contract around him, sending the signal of impending drowning to her brain.

But Tekla worked hard, holding her breath, keeping her windpipe sealed as the heavy bladder flowed through her nose and down into her stomach. Still, Kelt's volume began to outpace her reserves of oxygen, opening her eyes to wince with every strained attempt at swallowing the unending bladder draining into her nasal cavity. As the air in her blood dwindled, the familiar high of asphyxiation began to set in.

Mind drifting, thoughts fading, perception graying. But at the same time, everything she felt was suddenly clearer, lancing into her starved mind. The slamming rush as his jetting urine shot through the straight patch of her nostril running along her long angular muzzle. The impact as his stream hit her sinus walls directly, burning a path through the winding tubes deep in her face, tingling and buzzing every nerve inside on its trip to froth down into her gullet.

Her noises were wet, sloppy, but there was no escape for the harsh piss blasting into her. Kelt had gently placed a finger on her other nostril, watching her cheeks slowly fade to blue as her mouth swallowed a stream she couldn't drink, the motion only making her suckle his balls better. He watched her struggle, a hand moving to rest on her head, holding an eye-lid open to stare up at him as she gurgled and shuddered.

Tekla felt the edge of consciousness approaching, encountering the blissful haze of oxygen deprivation contaminated with the increased sensitivity to everything happening to her, every cell that the piss touched inside her body, the taste burrowing into her mind. Then she was breathing, Kelt finished relieving himself, lifting the thumb off her nose as it gasped a breath in. Raspy coughs tried to come out, only getting muffled by the spit-soaked nuts she still held in her mouth.

Words finally filtered through the lagging senses, a hand petting her in a way that shivered her tailbase with delight. "Good toilet, you performed excellently. Breathe now, return to your senses. Take pride in the bladder filling your stomach.''

Tekla snorted the last of the urine inside her sinuses as she let the visceral instinct of breathing rush through her, hacking and sputtering, though her eyes adopted the thankful look of her brother's touch as she recuperated. Before long, the warmth returned to her, and not just from the lake of piss in her belly. Instead, it was emotion. There wasn't exactly a pleasure, or joy in what she just endured, but certainly a pride in being able to endure it at all. That is all she needed to calm herself as lingering snorts filled her time sucking Kelt's balls.

 

-

Kelt had found a new favorite thing to make his sister do. His list of truly enjoyable things to do to her was short; beat her, stabbing her breasts, impregnating her, using her as his personal toilet. He found a unique joy in feeding his sexy sister shit and piss, but a big part was how functional it was. It tickled that part of his brain that ran like a machine, the logic of using his living toilet divine. No mess of splashing piss in porcelain, it was either dutifully swallowed or pumped right up a snug, warm asshole. All discomfort in relieving his bowels vanished, a loving mouth attaching to his ass whenever he needed it, a dexterous tongue removing the need for tedious wiping. Even gas was taken care of, able to call over a snout to shove to his hole to prevent any smell tainting his senses.

But his new task was purely degrading. Its function was debatable, a worse way to do this form of basic labor. But Kelt found the ordering of it to be exquisite. The task was for Tekla to perform cleaning duties with her mouth, a throw-away command that he found to be far more delectable than he realized. Watching Tekla crawl around, sweeping her head around as her long tongue lapped at the wooden boards much like it polished his asshole. It was still small scale, only the garage being done before the bedroom, Kelt lying on his bed and jacking off as he watched her slurp up dust.

She would glance up at him occasionally as she swallowed to clear her tongue of grit, making eye contact with Kelt as he looked from his side-lying perch at the edge of the mattress. The pregnant breeding slave was still trying to decide if floorboards tasted better or worse than Kelt's shit, but her mind was stilled as she saw the masculine sergal smile down at his living roomba. It was one of those rare ones, bright enough to dull the ice in his eyes as the twins' gaze locked for a moment that felt like eternity.

Kelt continued jerking his impressive dick as they stared, before raising a brow in a silent `get back to work'. Tekla nodded, dropping her opening mouth back to the ground before grimacing. The heavy weight in her belly shifted again, holding an enema expressly designed to torture her gut. Her cheeks ballooned in a suppressed heave, a small `urk' the only thing escaping her lips as a hand held her expansive belly. As if late pregnancy wasn't bad enough, this enema was sending her insides into disarray.

And she still had hours to keep it inside her. The clock ticked slowly, even a hearty spanking session after a long bout of cockwarming didn't speed the time. Kelt could still see her fiery cheeks every time her expansive rear was turned towards him, drinking the globes that carried red prints and gradually forming bruises, spreading even down her thighs. Kelt glared at the glorious body before him, craving to once more schedule a torture session.

Perhaps her ass would be next, it would look nice with cuts over those bruises. And with far, far more bruises. He was pulled from his sadistic thoughts as a cough sounded, Tekla struggling to swallow a dust bunny before her oral organ once more made sweeping contact with the floor. He had a nice view of his gorgeous sister when she did this, on hands and knees with head down and ass up. His eyes drifted, watching her move, absorbing her perfect body. He noticed her long articulated toes curl up on particularly bad licks, and realized it had been awhile since her paws were tortured.

Not a particularly interesting body part to injure, but they were certainly sensitive. He could definitely have fun with those feet, all he needed was a whip and a boxcutter. Perhaps a blowtorch. Or needles, he did so love sticking needles in her. Perhaps it was time to take inventory, and finally start getting the instruments of pain he wanted. Still, what he had was perfectly workable. And he did take great care not to permanently scar his toy's perfect body. Still... there were a number of things he could do under the skin. He had yet to truly utilize the surgical room in the basement, only using it for patching up his sister after `therapy sessions' and ensuring the health of their coming child.

Tekla couldn't see it, but the eyes looking at her took on a new shine as they stared at her nude matronly body. They already barely saw her as a person, if at all. But while used to a gaze of objectification, this new stare was noticeably more... sinister. In this moment Kelt didn't see his sister's arms, but muscle around a bone. Her face became cartilage and sinuses. Organs became playthings and obstacles.

He blinked, pulling back to reality as he realized he was cumming. Kelt fired a shocking dosage of cum across the sheets, propelled right off the bed to splatter on the floor. Subconsciously his hand had increased the pumping tempo as his thoughts bordered desires he kept locked away. Only a disappointed huff came, orgasm nothing truly special to him, especially such an unplanned one. His mind was too active to be overpowered by his body's bliss, Kelt controlled his dick, not the other way around.

Still, he kept pumping his pale footlong cock. It gave out a new wet sound as seed lubed the grip, the golden sergal's measured breathing not even faltering once as an explosive climax came and went. There were times he let loose to his base desires, yet the issue is it had been nine months since the last time he truly was himself. The handjob was more of an idle action. After all, why not pleasure himself while relaxing? But he got far more from sight and sound, knowledge and context. It's why true pleasure came from when he got his hands on his sister, got her tied to her torture table as screams filled his ears and his hands inflicted pain.

He sighed, slowing his masturbation while still keenly watching his discomforted slave lick the floor, now slurping up the cum that landed beside her. Then the masculine sergal simply closed his eyes. He was self aware enough to see his depths rise. He would never challenge his inner thoughts, but he knew in this more logical state that everything good needed moderation. There were so many things he wanted to do to the pregnant body before him, things he could do. But the man was grounded enough to know the cost of such fleeting pleasure was too high, and most of all, it was his duty to see that his toilet- no, sister, saw no permanent harm like that night.

Her physical pain was torture, but for a purpose more than just his pleasure. The agony did not destroy her like the night that made Kelt a monster. The pain he caused her kept Tekla grounded to reality, too busy hurting outside to feel the hurt inside. He stared at her then, long and hard. Again he saw a gorgeous fuckdoll, no longer mere meat. He realized his hand had been motionless for a while now, and began pumping it again. His only focus now was the joy of watching her lick the floor clean while her body was displayed.

Silently watching her work, eventually he needed other services from her. "Dumpster-cunt.'' He called, Tekla finishing a lick along the floorboards to wearily eye him, a near-black tongue hanging from tired jaws. All Kelt did was roll over, no longer facing off the bed to now push his ass to the edge. All he did was pat his hips and move his tail away, the wrinkled patch of bare skin between his cheeks directly presented.

"M-Master...'' She said in a low tone, voice sounding dry. "My tongue is very dirty, are you sure you want me rimming you before I wash it?''

Kelt didn't even turn to face her, only waving his tail and giving a simple answer. "I don't need a rim job, I need your nose to fart in.''

Tekla looked at his presented ass again, features drooping ever slightly more. "...Oh.'' Shuffling over to where his ass sat atop the edge of the mattress, the sister prepared for one of her more unsavory jobs. She knew that everything Kelt made her do was for his own satisfaction, but there was usually a logic to it beside pure degenerate desire. Food was scarce in her old tunnel, and there was no real bathroom, so it made sense to make her a toilet for a more reliable food supply, while bolstering her old hideaway's hygiene. Likewise for trash being stuffed up her ass. Even the floor-licking did something, even if ineffectively.

But this job was one she didn't get. Less of a job she supposed, and more of a principle. If Kelt had to fart, it would go in her, just like everything else leaving his body. The gas technically didn't taste as bad, but it was more permeating due to its aerosol nature. A sad sigh was all the golden beauty gave as she sat on her knees, staring at his butt. She knew it well, the curves, the shape, being intimately acquainted with the wrinkled hole it hid. That pucker is what fed her all the food she eats. She reached up, and parted the round curtains to reveal that tight anus in totality. Taking one final breath, she pushed her wedged snout to his crack. The point of her nose perfectly landed on the creased hole, pushing into it as his musk filled her nostrils.

She released his cheeks to further smother her face, then pushed her snout past his rim a bit. The second her nostrils broke through the barrier, the blast was immediate. Long and deep, her lungs were suddenly filled by unbreathable air that sizzled on the way down as it blew through her sinuses in an instant. At once she gagged, yet breathed deeply at the same time to quickly clear his butt out. A couple more small pockets worked into her nose after a moment, feeling his ring clench around her nose's point as he pushed the gas down her nostrils.

There was a tap on her head, and she yanked her face out of the bile-rising depths. Gasping for air, she had to vent her methane flooded chest first, hacks and gags coming as she fell back onto her knees. Kelt didn't wait for her to finish wheezing before giving the next command. "You handled it well whore, now get back to mopping.''

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