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A heaving retch made its way to Kelt's ears as his fresh deposit slid down her tongue, heavy chews sounding under the constant whines of revulsion. The tall brother sent a hand down to the face buried in his ass to gently scratch behind her ears after a belchy swallow emanated from Tekla's throat, followed by a terse shiver of nausea.\n\nShe didn't have much time to rest, another puff of gas fired down her throat signaled the next chunk of semi-solid brown scat was about to be delivered. Being her brother's dedicated toilet for most her life made sure she possessed an intimate understanding of his shitting patterns and behavior. As the creased ring of muscle spread open behind her lips, the big chunk of fecal matter began extruding into her sealed maw, sharp teeth scraping over the shit's surface as it slotted into the back of her mouth.\n\nAnother sick gag came from Tekla as the long turd bumped her uvula, Kelt smiling a touch more upon hearing the audible reactions of shitting into her mouth. But the shapely sister was so well versed with every aspect of taking Kelt's waste into herself, that she had already deduced that the log currently resting on her tongue came out faster than usual. Which meant there was another right behind it. True to prediction, the feminine sergal felt the hole she pushed her muzzle against reopen before it had a chance to fully close.\n\nResponding to the increasing volume of scat in her mouth, Tekla hunched her back even lower, slumping her shoulders and angling her neck to give a straight shot down. Eyes squeezed shut since the moment her face went under his tail, watering and welling with tears of aversion, a new steeling clench was on her digested features. The final act was to relax her throat just like she would do during a facefuck. As Kelt fed the next piece of shit to her, the one situated in her mouth already began sliding down, entering her throat with nothing but a sad `gluck'.\n\nGoing mostly limp as the thick knobby logs worked out of Kelt's asshole and down her mouth, Tekla undulated her throat idly to bring the chunks down faster, neck bobbing with wet noises. But something went wrong. Something caught, hitched, created an itch in her throat she couldn't foresee. Crying eyes flying open under his musky fur they were shoved to, they rolled up into her head as a choking cough tried to escape the shit-laden passage. Instinctively convulsing, the feminine hands holding Kelt's fit rear pushed off, an unconscious attempt to separate her mouth from the anus sending scat into it.\n\nShe got maybe two inches away before she was kicked to the wooden planks of the deck, warmed in the morning sun. Writhing on the floor with hideous noises of trying to breathe around the dense feces packed into her neck, her lips were still wrapped around the log Kelt was currently depositing before she ripped away. The panicking sergal was silenced as the angry form of her brother quickly appeared over her, dropping to his knees on either side of her face to roughly slam his messy asshole back on her head. \n\nA muffled shout tried to leave her mouth as dark sweaty fur once more eclipsed her, before Kelt's legs pressed together to truly smother her skull and lock it in place. His hands reached out at the same time, grabbing her wrists and holding them to the floorboards as her legs kicked the air. Looking down at her struggling body, Kelt only made sure to push his shit into her clogged mouth with more force. Unable to do anything but take more heavy logs down her stretched throat, the sister was forced to squirm under him as he continued to relieve himself down her neck.\n\nSurprisingly, or perhaps not surprisingly considering Kelt's deep understanding of how to use his sister as a toilet- much like her understanding of how to be one- the blockage was cleared as new chunks made their way through her esophagus. Sliding down to her belly, the entire wad of clumpy scat was safely out of her airway. That didn't stop her thrashing as the hole harshly held to her lips continued to leak gas before beginning its final deposit. The looser, runnier pieces that came out more as a mucky sludge and pooled at the back of her mouth. Conditioned training kicking in, the busty sister took a large practiced gulp, Kelt already able to hear her stomach protest her meal.\n\nWhen he was finally done, he remained motionless, sitting atop his sister's miserable face. Only when her crying subsided and her tongue began worming out to clean him did he release her wrists. Leaning forward, he cruelly looked down at the face under his ass and balls, only the ridges of her brows not completely under him. She couldn't see him, she still felt the pressure to which he kelt himself sealed to her lips, his legs against her skull. It was clear, she fucked up.\n\nHis words only confirmed it. \"Listen here you fucking cunt. When I am taking a shit in your mouth, you do not pull away, [b]ever[/b]. You are my [b]toilet[/b]. My waste is a fucking gift to you. You don't drink water, you chug piss. You don't eat food, you choke down feces. You perform many duties, but above all, you are here to consume my waste like the shit-dumpster you are. I thought you understood your place, that you were born to suck my asshole and eat my shit.'' He growled aimlessly, grunting as he ground his butt harder to her skull. \"Since day [i]fucking[/i] [b]one[/b] of our new life you have been my toilet. Tending to my asshole is half of your life, so what spurred this, hm? Are you disagreeing that you exist for me sit on your face and feed my shit down your neck? Do you think your body [i]isn't[/i] the proper place for my waste?''\n\nA muffled cry of negative assertion bubbled up from the lips smashed to his dirty hole, Tekla ramping up her efforts to clean him with rapid licks.\n\nA seething flash of teeth down at her obscured head as her apologetically-fervent tongue cleaned his anus. \"Thats it, lick like the fucking toilet you are. And remember, when I use your mouth to take a shit, your mouth stays on my fucking asshole until [i]I'm[/i] done. Every single [i]ounce[/i] of shit I have goes in your mouth, every fucking [i]particle[/i] of my farts. Every. [i]Single[/i]. [b]One[/b]. Your lips are fucking [i]cemented[/i] to my hole until I drop all my shit through them, push all my gas out, [i]and[/i] you tongue every single inch of my goddamn colon. Only [i]then[/i] am I done using that toilet of a mouth you have, and you can take your face off my ass. Do I make myself clear, [b]bitch[/b]?'' \n\nA sobbing kiss was quickly plastered to his creased tailhole in a hasty affirmative. Kelt only growled. \"Keep licking after I'm clean, you're gonna spend most of today with your face in my ass since you tried to get away from it.''\n\nTekla's only response then was a whine as her slick tongue returned to picking out residue scat from his rectum.\n\n-\n\nThe MILF-like sister cried upon the outdoor couch, the sun in high afternoon, ugly sobs echoing about the open ridge that the rustic mansion was built upon. Her body was thick, well bred, heavy with assets and milk weighing down already large tits. Her lips were stained brown, contrasted by red eyes, teeth still wearing a layer of smudged shit as she bawled. Her tongue wasn't much better. But what made it all seem better to the girl were Kelt's arms possessively wrapped around her as she rest in his lap.\n\nStill on the spacious deck, a calming rumble drifting out as he held his sibling close and nuzzled his long snout to her neck. With a brush in one hand, he trailed the instrument down her pelt in a gentle grooming. She was crying, but the emotion behind it wasn't clear. In truth, she was more upset that she hadn't been the best toilet for her brother. His response was nothing surprising, many speeches like it being softy whispered into her ear while he trained her to consume everything he gave. Very early on in her life underground, Kelt spent an entire week with her face locked to his ass, a harness holding her tight as she got accustomed to her place at his hole.\n\nThe words currently being spoken to her fuzzy ears was different than those memories, a pleasant tone in her sibling's voice that so rarely came out in such strength. \"I know that you know better than to pull away when I'm feeding you. I know it was an accident, and that you eat everything I offer you. The only reason you have to deny your place at my asshole is if you were in distress.'' A warm rumble vibrated against her as he started a new line with the brush smoothing her immaculate golden fur. \"And yet, you chose not to use the choking signal. You chose to be a bad toilet, instead of making me stop using you to check on your health. You chose to let me punish you, hurt you.''\n\nKelt leaned forward to place a kiss on her tear-stained cheek. \"Thank you. Your failure allowed me to put you in your place, and you know how much I enjoy that.'' He paused his brushing to squeeze the warm body atop his. \"This has been a very cathartic morning.'' Setting the brush aside, he took her stained muzzle in his hand, craning her sad face to meet his. He didn't get too close, able to smell the shit caked onto her lips and teeth. But there was already a returned light to her eyes, the sobs spacing wider with every stroke of the brushing. Smiling proudly at the face of his whore, Kelt nodded while forcing her to look at him.\n\nHe caught her eyes trying to avert, to be shamed. \"Hey.'' He jostled her skull before slapping her harshly, a pitched whine sounding as she recoiled. \"Look at me, slut.'' Kelt ordered, her teary red eyes meeting his unsurely. His smile never wavered, \"Listen to me. You are the best toilet I could ever ask for. Never forget that. You have eaten my shit since we were fourteen, drank my piss ever since our new life began. You have a phenomenal track record as a sewage system.'' The hand that just slapped her came back, but this time to caress her cheek gently as he smiled at her with a warmth she so rarely got to see. \"That being said, there are still consequences for failure. I will break you. But I shall build you back.''\n\nReleasing her head as he retired to tenderly brushing her, the girl mostly quieted down besides a few sniffles and shivers. Kelt kept the intimate moment going, keeping her close and tending to her pelt, a favorite pastime of his. As Tekla fully settled back against him, there was a relieved sigh as she relaxed into his embrace. That is when Kelt spoke once more. \"I wasn't lying. Your face will be my seat for the next three hours. No breaks.'' His words were calm, casual as ever. \"Then I'm taking you to the basement to be my punching bag. Afterwards, I'm going to torture those delicious tits you have. Then you need to be reminded of your place, so the smother-harness will keep your lips on my anus for the entire night.''\n\nAs she blinked atop him, he softly pushed her to the side, letting her get off him and sit on the couch as her shoulders and tail drooped. Kelt had moved the sofa cushions apart as she stared off into space with the crushing knowledge of what was to come, awareness only returning once his voice pulled her back. She looked over to see a gap in the wide seat cushions, Kelt gesturing to it.\n\n\"Get up, and lay your head between them.'' He pointed, watching Tekla's defeated motions as she sank to the deck's floor. Oriented like one would be if they were sat upon the furniture, she was on the floor, back pressed to the couch's front. Leaning her head back, it had no trouble squeezing between the separated cushions. Kelt pushed them back, leaving just the wedge-like snout of his sister sticking out from the seats. No words were said as Kelt raised his tail, reached back and spread his ass, then leaned forward to look under his balls.\n\nNothing but a determined look as he shifted his legs to stand on either side of her back-bent torso, lowering into a squat slowly to make sure his presented asshole was lined up perfectly with the muzzle protruding from the sofa. With an audible slick squish of the remnant spit still coating his hole, the wrinkled skin made perfect contact with her lips as a single `mmph' sounded from her. Now aligned, contact made, Kelt dropped himself fully to the seat, a louder `MMPH' echoing up as his anus mashed to Tekla's mouth and his cheeks smothered every inch of her snout that was above the cushion.\n\nSettling down and relaxing with a pleasant hum, Kelt didn't have to wait long for the warm sensations and wet sounds of Tekla's tongue slathering his musky hole once more. Closing his eyes, the masculine sergal sat back and began enjoying the long, lavish rimjob as the slurps and chirps around him let Kelt drift off into a nap. The loving worship of his asshole was a delightful massage for his soul, and most pleasing of all was the showcase of just how eager Tekla was to serve him.\n\n-\n\nTekla's scream bounced off the stiff concrete walls of the basement, a tinny shriek that made Kelt's heart flutter as much as it made his ears ring. \"Shh... There's five more skewers to go.'' The motherly sergal girl was face down on her purpose-built restraint table, legs locked to the splayed stirrups perfectly fitted to her, arms bound behind her in a binder as a hook through the wrist cuffs yanked them high and stretched them back uncomfortably. Her face poked through the gap in the headrest, tears pattering to the concrete floor as her face contorted with pain.\n\nThe source of this was Kelt, as usual. For her table was raised, and slanted so that her upper torso was elevated. A purposeful position, as it let the massive breasts that the well-bred sergal had hang down through their slots, the jiggly tits already bruised from the brutal beating and whipping they already received. Kelt's entire focus was on those fat jugs, swaying freely below the steel surface that held his perfect woman. There was a slight pulse to them, undulating as powerful suction cups sealed to milk-gushing nipples. Around that cup were various needles shoved into her breast meat, all before his hands currently gripped one tit that now had a long, thin rod of metal piercing it and coming out the other side.\n\nDrips of rich blood began to join the puddle of tears as Kelt grabbed the next skewer, lining it up, then sharply pushing just an inch down to puncture through the skin. Then a long, slow slide of the metal through her flesh, wails spilling freely from the feminine sergal. Seeing push against the skin on the other side, Kelt placed his fingers around the bump as Tekla screamed. With an extra push from both hands, compressing the squishy meat, the skewer tip burst out the opposite side of the breast. Standing naked with a throbbing cock, the masculine sergal sighed dreamily upon hearing those cries and seeing the injury he inflicted.\n\nWith a delighted grace, he grabbed the next sharp rod. Now the other breast was his focus, giving it a few extra punches to tenderize it just a bit more first. Shuddery gasps, coughing wails, clogged sniffles, the beaten sister made every noise she could as her sensitive chest was tortured. Pain overwhelming her, consuming her, but she couldn't do anything but feel it. Kelt's adrenaline shot made sure of that. Wiggling what little she could, Tekla shrieked as the skewer pierced her breast, the motion powerful and slow, dragging out the agonizing stabbing.\n\nFive hoarse breaths and a gasp was all she could get in before the next point pressed to her tit. A grunt from Kelt, a gurgling choke as Tekla couldn't scream anymore. Kelt held the malleable breast, admiring the dark splotches and red cuts from the whips. All as he watched that silver rod sink deeper into the meat, a red ring bubbling out at its entry. The warmth of the teat he held was intoxicating, the heartbeat felt in it, the shivers working down it from the miserable sister above.\n\nPerfection. That was all Kelt could see when he looked upon her. A prime being, unrivaled in beauty and ability. And all his. Kelt took the final skewer, triple the length of the ones currently impaling her tits. Moving this one to point horizontally, it was clear that this one was meant to spear both breasts. Pausing as the sharp tip rest on her flesh, Kelt took a moment to listen to raspy breaths of pain his sister made, glancing to her face, the only other part of her visible under the table. \n\nTorture always brought out the allure in her face, brought forth every muscle, showcased every aspect. A tantalizing mix of slack jawed and teeth-grinding grimace, eyes scrunched yet distant, face contorted but overwhelmed. He lost himself there, staring at her. Pausing as he observed her beauty. It made him realize he needed to truly see her more often. Perhaps tomorrow would be a good photoshoot day, Kelt wondered as he stabbed the skewer through.\n\n-\n\nTekla woke to a horrid taste infecting her every sense. Jolting awake, her shuddering body felt everything it needed to snap into reality. Hot blankets around her, the handcuffs digging into her wrists, the oversized plugs in her ass and pussy. And most importantly, the sweaty, smelly, soft shapes and fur of Kelt's butt around her face. The heavy leather straps around her skull, the ring-gag slotted into her muzzle, a relatively simple harness. The two goals of keeping her mouth sealed to his ass and forcing her mouth open were achieved easily.\n\nWhat wasn't easy was being awoken by a fat turd sliding into her mouth. Tangy metal stopped her jaws from chewing it, quivering revulsion sinking down her spine as it slowly pushed deeper, coating her tongue in awful flavor. Lips peeled back as she suppressed a heave when the thick log mashed into the entrance of her throat. As her mind reeled and eyes tensed shut, Tekla resorted to her training. Going limp, keeping a seal on the anus already extruding another piece of scat, letting it push down her neck.\n\nTaking a deep breath and filling her lungs, the sergal relaxed her throat and fought back the urge to puke as the cock-sized shit spread her gullet open. Her body twitched under the oppressive blankets on the bed, fully submerged under them, right at where she belonged. Face resting in her brother's ass, this was where she was meant to be, and swallowing his shit was what she was meant to do. Quietly gagging from the knobby log sliding down her throat, moving only from the power of the next turd following the same path. She squirmed her throat what little she could, rushing the dense feces to their destination, assisting the waste's trip to her stomach.\n\nAbove her, head resting comfortably on lush pillows, tucked under the bed's covers was Kelt. This was supposed to be just a laid back midnight shit, something he could easily return to sleep from. His eyes opened upon hearing another wave of `hrrk's and `ghck's coming from under the sheets as he fed more scat to his sister's mouth, a grimace on his face. He supposed he shot himself in the foot by using the gag to force her mouth open, preventing the ability to silence herself as she ate. He supposed he could speed things up by rolling over, crushing her face with his ass and begin really forcing it out. \n\nHe knew Tekla could survive a pressure feeding, even when she was a teenager it was near impossible to choke her. She was able to operate as an effective toilet during every single stress test he ran her through as kids and young adults. Solid shit, clumpy shit, wet shit, chewing, no chewing, direct connection, tube-fed, high volume, large logs, you name it. Kelt had ensuring his sister was capable of consuming his waste every possible way, even getting her skilled enough to chug explosive diarrhea. \n\nIt was a point of awe that distracted him, wondering if it was purely his training of her, or perhaps she was always destined to be a toilet. A mystery he pondered to the backing track of unhappy whines, wet gags, choking slurps, and disgusted retches. All throughout a set of warm lips kissing his working asshole, unloading scat and gas liberally to her maw. She was done before he could ever decide to sit on her face and pressure feed her. The noises quieted to nauseous whimpers and wet sounds as she licked his insides clean.\n\nIt made him think. Why did he make his sister his toilet? Kelt wouldn't say he was aroused by waste material, disgusted himself if it was ever out in the open in an unplanned manner. He knew his greatest joy was holding power of his sister, his only relief from the darkness in his mind by releasing it in controlled bursts onto her flesh. And in less controlled methods on his children. The gold sergal lay awake in bed, barely registering the long tongue spiraling through his rear, slurping out lingering chunks and opening pockets of methane.\n\nMaking Tekla his toilet was certainly endearing in a way he couldn't say, but it didn't let him cut loose like his other duties of her. He could only chalk it up to the sick desire to make her suffer every possible aspect of degradation. Making her an object that truly just was used for a normal bodily function. His eyes narrowed, icy silver eyes locked on the far wall. He knew that was incorrect. Just in that moment, there was a tangible delight from hearing Tekla choke on his shit as he pushed it right down her throat. \n\nRelishing the noises of it blocking her gullet, her disgust at having to work it down her neck faster. Something that started of necessity morphed to a real interest. Make Tekla drink his piss when she lived in the tunnel. Only fourteen, but so dedicated to him that she obeyed. Drinking out of a cup. Then right from his stream. Only to quickly shift to have it pumped right into her mouth. No breaks, no breathers, just Kelt taking a normal piss while she had to keep up with the stream.\n\nIt wasn't nutritious, or for hydration. All it did was give her something more than condensation on pipes and the rare soda he brought her. She did it for him. To get more of him, to make him happy. And so her path was set, fate moved from purely fucktoy, to toilet. It took longer for her to accept shit, starting with merely getting her nose and mouth used to being at his asshole. \n\nIt only took a year to make her a full service toilet. And he's been using her exclusively ever since. Even on business trips, or spending time outside the tunnel before that. He'd hold it as much as possible, saving it for her. Every time he used an actual toilet was a disgrace to his mind and shock to his body. As such, he could count the number of times he's done it in the past thirteen years on one hand. Kelt merely blinked atop the pillow, a sigh leaving his snout as Tekla finished tonging him. \n\nHe liked having a living toilet. Loved making his sister into one. No other way to put it. A smile etched on his angular snout as he closed his eyes and settled back to sleep. Not a surprising conclusion, but one worth reaching. With an acceptance of desire allowed fuel to burn under it, opening doors to new ideas. Urine was such an underutilized resource. It had four places to go, but they all did the same thing. Going in her mouth or nose brought it to her stomach to be digested, going in her ass let it absorb into her colon, her pussy merely acting as a storage vessel until she released it with her own bladder.\n\nAs the brother drifted off to sleep under the soothing effects of a skilled rimjob, creativity filled his dreams.\n\n-\n\nIt was another beautiful day, shimmering sun through leaves and branches, warming the cozy deck with a view of pristine mountains. The twins once more found themselves atop the plush cushions of the wide couch, Tekla laying horizontally to suckle on Kelt's cock while he brushed her. These were the sister's happy moments, nothing but her and her brother, just caring contact. His desire to make her as pretty as possible, and her enjoyment of pleasing him. She held the near-foot of pale knotted malehood in her maw, slurping and swiping her tongue around the shaft nestled in her face.\n\nLosing track to time in this paradise, Tekla had to be loudly spanked across her juicy ass to inform her Kelt was done brushing the perfect pelt of his sister. Tensing, ears perking with eyes flying open in a surprised jolt, Tekla lifted her head off his shaft, popping the meaty member out and swallowing the mix of spit and pre before flashing a cute smile up at him. He returned it, happily caressing her cheek as he stared down at her.\n\n\"You always look so gorgeous with your lips around my cock.'' He reached out, grabbing her and guiding her as the womanly sergal sister moved to straddle his lap, faces close. The warm rosy blush on her features reflected in Kelt's silver eyes, his smile mixed with pride and desire. A hand went behind her back, as his other rest the palm on her collarbone, pushing. Holding her lower spine in place, the motherly sergal's chest arched, heavy tits rising to bear. He gripped a milky teat, jiggling it as Tekla flushed with a slight noise of delight from the attention.\n\n\"Feed your milk to me, cow.'' Kelt ordered, his sister nodding with loving eyes. Letting go of Tekla entirely, he sent his arms out to lay on the backrest, settling back to the cushions with a cool smile as he kept eye-contact. Tekla's breath grew quicker, happy and proud in this moment. Her breasts were already huge, shaped by the hormones of the countless pregnancies of her teenage years. Being stuffed with milk only made them better, production honed over the same time, forever lactating since she started. Constantly full, constantly drained, a cycle that would persist for as long as she could see.\n\nSo with the upmost dignity, Tekla took one her motherly tits with both hands, lifting it as a milk dribbled out. Leaning forward, she carefully guided the leaky nipple to her brother's face, staring intently, hungrily, at her. The hefty mound paused just at his lips, juicy bud primed and waiting. Tekla smiled at him, \"My milk belongs to you, master.'' With that, his mouth opened, sealed around a fat nip, and Kelt began to chug.\n\nShivering at the stimulation and relief of finally losing the pressure in one of her breasts, Tekla held back the moan. Deep, measured swallows rained out of Kelt's face, his eyes locked to hers, calm and cool as he sucked the rich fluid right from the tap. This was one of the rare forms of pleasure that didn't come mixed with pain for the sister, hands enticingly squeezing her breasts as a warm mouth suckled her leaking nipples with calm fervor. Popping off the bud only after he had his fill, Kelt licked around her areola, watching her squirm with a sharp gaze. Intent eyes looked up at hers slowly clouding with arousal, observing that perfect pain/pleasure mix as he bit harshly into the nipple.\n\nSeeing her expertly conditioned response of terse bliss rock a shiver through her body, he moved to grab her hips. Shifting and nudging them, he brushed his tip through her hoodless fold, slickness coating the pointed head of his shaft. He used his length to tease her clit, poking and grinding in ways that made her weak atop him. Still holding a perky nipple between his teeth, he shifted her so that he poked her perfectly welcoming asshole, then slammed her hips down. \n\nAs the plap sounded and the sister's pained cry of delight rang out about the mountains, he launched right into a steady rhythm as he began drawing milk into his gullet once more. Relishing the trained lose-tightness of his sisters ass, he throughly pounded that hole for all it was worth, thrusting his hips up to her meaty bottom while lifting and dropping her on his member the entire time. He kept watching every single emotion on his slave's features, the curling up of her lips as the friction burn under tail forged deeper, blending with the twisting of her brows as the conditioned enjoyment of anal twinged every nerve of her body. \n\nKelt was proud of himself, spending years and years training Tekla to give up her pussy as a tool of pleasure. All that hole did was make babies, nothing more. At most, it was used to provide lubrication for anal. The busty sergal was anal only except for the sparse moments of impregnation, and she still had a few weeks of postpartum left. So as Kelt's shaft rocked in and out of her velvet anus, her cunt was nothing more than a wet rag slapping to his middle with every thrust. But still, her button brushed his fur, her nipples felt the stinging bite of bliss from his milking. And of course, anal was forcibly pleasurable when it was simple sex.\n\nThe stoic brother knew her signs, his sister's climax approaching. She last had one perhaps a month ago, but hasn't been authorized one in five years. Ideally, she would never come again. That would release the pleasure he worked so hard to build within her, reduce her needy willingness. He could stop, rob her of the coming peak. But she was supposed to be trained enough to resist her own climax, knowing it was a worthless sensation. Tekla did fight it, evident in the stronger, shorter shivers, the clamping down of her jaws, the intensity with which her eyes squeezed shut. \n\nSo he fucked her harder, watching her effort double as she squirmed with those delightfully feminine noises. Her screams were gorgeous, gags and heaves musical perfect, but a moan still hit a note that resonated within him. But soon it was a cry of ecstasy, hot and heavy body fluttering atop his, a geyser of fluid spraying his belly from his sister's pent up and hormonal pussy. He bit her nipple enough to draw the coppery tang of blood to bring her shout to a heightened shriek of sensation, hips violently quivering and falling atop him as he continued to pound her tailhole through the earth shattering orgasm she just experienced.\n\nWhen she collapsed to nothing but huffing pants, eyes distant as she lay limp over him, body shuddering with every wet plap of his hilting to her ass. Popping his mouth off her abused teat, he moved to brutalize the other while taking part of her motherly milk. She would fade out of existence for awhile then, not aware of anything but rapture and touch.\n\n-\n\nWhen Tekla could make sense of her world again, she found herself still resting on the couch, head gently placed on Kelt's lap. It was welcome thing, but odd, knowing she came without permission. She should be in the basement getting jumper cables clamped to her tits as a taser went off in her ass. Probably beaten too. Instead, there was simple and tender petting down her flank, while another hand kneaded a soft breast. Blinking, shifting, he hummed down to her. \n\n\"Back to earth, hmm?'' His motions stopped then, reaching around places she couldn't see. A loud plop came with her jumping a bit, a heavy object landing on her belly. Lifting her neck up, her wedged snout peered down at a large 18 inch dildo, soft and noodley. A colon snake, for better terms. Shifting her beautiful face to look at his own, ears tentatively folded, the expression she made was simply adorable.\n\nKelt only smiled sharper at her, a rare and often unsettling thing. \"Open your mouth, whore. We're going to do some extra throat practice before your memory of failing your toilet duties fades too far away.'' He picked up the flesh-toned cock tentacle, grabbing a few inches below one of the tips. Bringing it close to her lips, her features drooped a bit before obediently opening her jaws. Dashing some of the forlorn look from her, a determination took its place instead. The maw of his sister stared up in the open air, head resting upon his thighs. The tongue squirming to try and stay still, the teeth he filed down, the pulsing throat he shits into.\n\nPerfect. He sent the toy to her lips in a swift motion, but slow. Gliding through the wet muzzle, spit already pooling at the back of her mouth. Tekla shivered, tasting the silicone with a gentle `mmnf' flowing from her in a pleased tone. A steady pace had the long dildo fill the visible area of her maw, before impacting that tight ring of muscle guarding her throat. Eyes closing as her hum turned into a noise of effort, Kelt forced it past as his sister's body lurched. A brief gag interrupted her dedicated moaning, tears welling in her eyes as the thick toy pushed deeper into her face. Spit filled the corners of her split open mouth, the mess of a facefuck still in its infancy.\n\nLong bouts of choking sounded as Tekla's bountiful chest bobbed with every heave wracking her body, Kelt's fist steadily growing closer to her lips as the long rod of silicone sank down her gurgling gullet. By halfway, she was only able to let out wet \"GHLRRK''s. Throat bulged with the cylinder, bumping out the underside of her muzzle and pointing close to her collar. The rounded edge slid under her skin, timed with Kelt's gentle pushes and pulls as his sister made horrid retching noises from the toy delving into her core.\n\nThough her face grimaced with natural gags and reactions, jaws split as she choked around the dildo, the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile and her eyes twinged in happiness. A devotion shone through her features, a desire to please her brother, happy to when it was just simple deepthroating. Even if it was deepthroating that would make experienced oral sluts waver. With another tensing atop his lap from a full body-surge from Tekla's gagging as the dildo extended that bulge to her collarbone, Kelt began ditching the slow approach, shoving the 18 inch toy down her face with deep drops.\n\nAs the pretty face lost its satisfied features, Tekla's head was shoved back into his lap from the sheer force he crammed the dick-snake through her neck. Louder noises of \"HGLKRK'' rang out from the deck into the open landscape. Then finally Kelt's fingers hit her bared teeth, the vast majority of the toy snugly sheathed within her gullet, the rest between her open jaws, with only the glans-shaped tip coming from Kelt's fist. The brother gave her a moment to rest, to settle her heaving chest, to accept her plugged throat.\n\nA single gentle pet down her tear-streaming cheek as she looked up with a gaze `are you proud?' His answer was redirecting his hand to pinch a nipple and scoop up a breast in a tight grip as Kelt began ramming the toy in and out of her face. There were points of resistance, where the motion slowed as he built up the power to force it through her collar and convulsing throat. Any notes of pleasantness on her angular snout vanished as the discomfort and unease of the snake thrusting through her neck imparted the stress of brutal oral.\n\nThe volume of her retches increased, the slick noises of the rod cramming through her, the `thup' of her head bouncing on his lap as he pushed the toy in and out of her face. Gazing down at her straining beauty, Kelt gave a satisfied hum, gripping her breast harder as a leverage point for his pumping arm. The continued \"GHRRK HGLLKK GHK!'' coming from her was a divine concert, only surpassed by the screams she made when he tortured her. But this was his other delight of his sister, just being able to use her body as he saw fit. He felt like hammering a nearly two foot dildo through her throat this morning, and so he laid her out over his lap and did just that.\n\nAnd he wasn't even done. He began slowing the thrusts that made Tekla's entire core convulse, keeping the toy deeper and deeper until he pushed it as far as it would go and held it there. Savoring his sister's whimpers and the ruined face of spit and tears, he reached to grab another item from his little stash on the other cushion. It was essentially a ring gag, but he slotted the metal circle over the protruding end of the throat-snake sticking out her gasping jaws. Cinching it tighter, the toy was secured, and Kelt secured the straps around the back of her head. With the toy now locked in place, deeply prodding her stomach, bulging her neck, Kelt could smile as he moved to idly knead both her expansive breasts.\n\nKelt released one of the likely-bruised tits, tracing claws down her bulged throat. \"Look at that. How perfect your throat is, how useful it is. Cocksleeve, toy-holder, and most importantly, my personal toilet.'' He sighed with a moment of relish for his throated sister writhing on his lap, only accentuated by the soft swells being deformed by his hands, fingers teasing her nipples. Well, perhaps not a normal person's definition of teasing, most people wouldn't be thrilled to have their nips pinched with sharp claws before getting harshly tugged and twisted. But it was a moment of pure sensation for the sister, and with her pleasure being mostly rewired to this form of light pain, she was as pleased as she could be in most situations. Though it might not seem like it to some, this wasn't torture, far from it. The dildo wasn't spiked, she could still breathe, there wasn't skewers sliding through her tit's flesh. Just a toy in a hole, with Kelt playing with her body.\n\nBut playtime was over, Kelt snapping his fingers atop her disheveled face to gain her attention. As weary eyes fluttered open amid tears, he rolled his finger around. \"Roll over. Time to have some fun with your asshole.'' Tekla needed a moment, guttural noises coming from her stuffed face as she willed her muscles to move, sliding over and up to move replace her head on his lap with her perfectly round ass staring up at him instead. With her tail already submissively raised, the pinkish hole was on ripe display. Slapping his palms onto those glorious globes, he took his time merely feeling up her supple bottom as she wriggled from the compounding sensations. Kelt even had the suspicion she was nearing orgasm again.\n\nWell, he supposed it was time to do something about that, considering this was leading up to her punishment for her last one. Continuing his possessive molestation of her rear, he let her build the fire in her body, feeling her temperature rise and pussy moisten atop his lap. When he felt she was sufficiently aroused and close to the peak, he took his squeezing hands off her to reach back into his supply cache. Tekla gave a muffled huff as her primary stimulation vanished, but everything around her was still so nice that she hovered at the edge, even as she gagged around the colon-snake stretching her entire throat out. \n\nThe snap of Kelt putting on rubber gloves did indeed cause her lusty moans and wiggles to pause as her heart skipped, unable to turn around in fear of confirming what she suspected. Instead Kelt gave her a gentle pet down her back and spoke simple words. \"We'll start with the usual treatment for your breech of orgasm permission.''\n\nThen her heart stopped literally, as a cattle prod was harshly shoved against her anus and shallowly inside it, activating to send a surge of lighting right into her core. Convulsing over him, Kelt measured out the seconds before turning it off, letting her gasp what little air she could around the dildo strapped to her skull before he flicked it back on and near-silent screams came. Pausing the shock once more, Kelt applied a sharp stinging spank to her expansive rear, waiting for the jiggling flesh to settle as a red print formed. \"You know that every time you cum, you get the taser in your asshole. Been that way since we were fourteen, all the way back in the tunnel. I'm shocked you haven't learned not to cum yet, bitch.''\n\nHe didn't wait for any attempt at a response, merely flicking the power back on as her body rattled over his, twitching and tensing, grasping at everything but unable to truly get a grip. He would repeat this for five total cycles, something Tekla would thank him for profusely if she could speak. He usually went for ten or twenty, but the sister would thank her master for her torture regardless. It stopped him from doing fifty. What she didn't know, is that Kelt only went lightly on her tasing because he had more exciting anal torture ideas to make her suffer. Her punishment was far from over, and she might even ask for the taser to be all he uses for this in the future.\n\nThe masculine sergal smiled to himself, sharp teeth showing on his angular snout as they glinted in the afternoon sun, the deck providing a delightful backdrop for torturing his sister. The basement can't be beaten of course, but the concrete does get stale after awhile. Removing the taser from her freshly reddened anus, the slightly gaped muscle twitched with the rest of her body being shaken with the lingering sparks in her nerves. Returning it to his little pile of items, Kelt grabbed his next one. A little squirt tube, like sunscreen. The contents were far from sunscreen thought, the tube reading a label of capsaicin.\n\nAs the voluptuous woman did her best to regain a normal breathing rate, Kelt's gloved hands pried her thick asscheeks apart to better reveal the hole they served as cushion's for when he fucked it. Placing a small dollop on his index finger, then another for good measure, Kelt placed the drops right on her wrinkled pucker. It tightened from the contact, but the true extent had yet to set in, Kelt gently rubbing the substance into all of the exposed flesh of her hole, working it into every crease of her rim.\n\nBarely twenty seconds in and she began fidgeting, whines seeping from her gagged mouth, more tears joining her messy face. But still Kelt rubbed, poking past her sphincter ever so slightly to make sure the burn got inside. Then he shrugged and slid his hole finger into the tight flesh of her rectum. Wiggling it around in the squirming passage, he spread the fire deep, setting her entire bottom ablaze with just forty seconds of effort and enough of the tortuous cream that it was around the amount one would use for toothpaste.\n\nTekla was completely sobbing before he even finished, jerking around on his lap every time he moved his finger inside her, every motion agonizing in places she shouldn't feel. A combination of every unpleasant feeling just below horrific, melding together to make a kind of torture that cut deep without a wound. Spicy sensation cranked up to levels she wouldn't be able to stand on her tongue smoldered on her pucker and insides, the gagged screams from from her were absolutely genuine as she thrashed with pain.\n\nKelt applied another brutal spank that echoed about the mountainside, the sensation making her fall limp for but a moment. He used the time to give an oder. \"Keep still for one minute while I finger your whore ass, and we'll move on. If this takes longer than ten minutes, I'm rubbing twice the amount of capsaicin on your clit.'' He let the words sink in for a brief moment, Tekla mostly still besides uncontrollable twitches. Whether this was a deliberate freezing, or her merely still recovering from the violent hit to her cheek didn't matter. Kelt began to gently pump his gloved finger through her spasming hole, dragging the spread out cream through her again.\n\nShe tried, body quaking with the exertion to not roll away instinctually from the agony. She let out her misery with her voice instead, screaming past the throat-clogging toy as best she could, gagging face twisted with torture as she streamed tears and emotion out. It was inevitable that she would lurch a bit as Kelt kept his finger working her burning ass, resetting the timer. One minute was a year in her mind, the near five minutes needed for her to complete her task a millennia of excruciating pain. Though she knew better than to compare her various ways of being tortured, she couldn't help but wish to spend an hour as a punching bag instead. \n\nRaw pain was something she was used to. It still made her cry, sob, shake in fear and terror. But it was mere pain, something everybody knows. This though, this molten attack on her insides was something that was purposeful. Beating her hurt, getting bent over and shocked while spiked instruments held her tits to get brutalized by an industrial milker was agony, eating Kelt's shit was disgusting. But all the sensations they brought were organic, pain, ache, disgust and revulsion, `normal'. But nothing about the almost acid-like burn on her anus was natural.\n\nEven as Kelt slipped his finger out of her abused, puffy-red hole, she couldn't bear it. She had succeeded the task, but knew there was more. Kelt said he would simply move on, and that he did. His next step was to just rub her asshole more. There was no additional cream, nothing added or spread after being worked in so thoroughly already. He was just providing extra physical stimulus to be corrupted by the capsaicin's effects, bringing a terrible sensitivity to the affected areas. Being allowed to shake and kick the air again, Tekla took full advantage of that freedom to vent the pain coursing through her insides.\n\nBut it couldn't come close to what was in store for her, Kelt's tortuous fingers leaving her inflamed hole in an act of false respite. She could barely process what was happening when he returned to press the stoic bristles of a toilet brush to her burning flesh. No mercy was given as he spread her agonized hole around the firm brush, the stiff spines barely folding as they crammed past a worn anus. Scratching all the way through as Kelt steadily shoved the brush in, there was no worse feeling of abrasion that could come to her mind, the thin and usually discomforting cuts becoming valleys of anguish as the capsaicin flooded the open scrapes.\n\nIncapable of anything but feral writhing, Tekla sputtered weakly over his lap, voice leaving her as most of her mind became consumed with suffering. The only things stopping a complete break, was the unfortunate practice Tekla has, enduring far more and far worse before. The other was the touch of her brother's palm on her ass, holding it open for him to start twisting the brush once all the bristles were past her rim, but a reminder that he was there. To further this, he twirled the spiny tool inside her burning rectum slowly, leaning closer to her spasming face and rolled up eyes as she frothed at the mouth.\n\n\"In these moments, everything is so clear to me. My anger and pain push upon you, leaving me with a free mind. With that, I realize I have forgotten to say something, for too long.'' He pushed the brush an inch deeper, watching her tense before falling back to quaking convulsions. \"I love you. Only you would allow me this release, this ability to become myself, even if briefly.'' A final droop of his head as he neared her pain-blanked face, easing forwards to kiss her forehead. \"Thank you.''\n\nA response was something the sister was wholeheartedly incapable of, even if an 18 inch dildo wasn't strapped to her face.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A beautiful day was before him, the masculine sergal standing proudly on his deck as warm sun heated his naked white and gold fur. Leaning against the railing, he could see for distances he couldn't measure, gazing upon mountains and valleys, rolling waves of pristine green nature. Birds chirped nearby, singing a morning melody as hummingbirds buzzed around their feeder. Raising his steaming mug to his angular snout, the sergal took a happy sip while sighing with relief as he pushed another log of shit into his sister's mouth.

The voluptuous sergal of identical patterns kneeled behind him, wedged snout slotted right between the manly asscheeks her hands gripped. With her lips tightly pressed to his crackling rim, face obscured by the tail laying over her skull, her face was a disgusted grimace all the same. A heaving retch made its way to Kelt's ears as his fresh deposit slid down her tongue, heavy chews sounding under the constant whines of revulsion. The tall brother sent a hand down to the face buried in his ass to gently scratch behind her ears after a belchy swallow emanated from Tekla's throat, followed by a terse shiver of nausea.

She didn't have much time to rest, another puff of gas fired down her throat signaled the next chunk of semi-solid brown scat was about to be delivered. Being her brother's dedicated toilet for most her life made sure she possessed an intimate understanding of his shitting patterns and behavior. As the creased ring of muscle spread open behind her lips, the big chunk of fecal matter began extruding into her sealed maw, sharp teeth scraping over the shit's surface as it slotted into the back of her mouth.

Another sick gag came from Tekla as the long turd bumped her uvula, Kelt smiling a touch more upon hearing the audible reactions of shitting into her mouth. But the shapely sister was so well versed with every aspect of taking Kelt's waste into herself, that she had already deduced that the log currently resting on her tongue came out faster than usual. Which meant there was another right behind it. True to prediction, the feminine sergal felt the hole she pushed her muzzle against reopen before it had a chance to fully close.

Responding to the increasing volume of scat in her mouth, Tekla hunched her back even lower, slumping her shoulders and angling her neck to give a straight shot down. Eyes squeezed shut since the moment her face went under his tail, watering and welling with tears of aversion, a new steeling clench was on her digested features. The final act was to relax her throat just like she would do during a facefuck. As Kelt fed the next piece of shit to her, the one situated in her mouth already began sliding down, entering her throat with nothing but a sad `gluck'.

Going mostly limp as the thick knobby logs worked out of Kelt's asshole and down her mouth, Tekla undulated her throat idly to bring the chunks down faster, neck bobbing with wet noises. But something went wrong. Something caught, hitched, created an itch in her throat she couldn't foresee. Crying eyes flying open under his musky fur they were shoved to, they rolled up into her head as a choking cough tried to escape the shit-laden passage. Instinctively convulsing, the feminine hands holding Kelt's fit rear pushed off, an unconscious attempt to separate her mouth from the anus sending scat into it.

She got maybe two inches away before she was kicked to the wooden planks of the deck, warmed in the morning sun. Writhing on the floor with hideous noises of trying to breathe around the dense feces packed into her neck, her lips were still wrapped around the log Kelt was currently depositing before she ripped away. The panicking sergal was silenced as the angry form of her brother quickly appeared over her, dropping to his knees on either side of her face to roughly slam his messy asshole back on her head.

A muffled shout tried to leave her mouth as dark sweaty fur once more eclipsed her, before Kelt's legs pressed together to truly smother her skull and lock it in place. His hands reached out at the same time, grabbing her wrists and holding them to the floorboards as her legs kicked the air. Looking down at her struggling body, Kelt only made sure to push his shit into her clogged mouth with more force. Unable to do anything but take more heavy logs down her stretched throat, the sister was forced to squirm under him as he continued to relieve himself down her neck.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not surprisingly considering Kelt's deep understanding of how to use his sister as a toilet- much like her understanding of how to be one- the blockage was cleared as new chunks made their way through her esophagus. Sliding down to her belly, the entire wad of clumpy scat was safely out of her airway. That didn't stop her thrashing as the hole harshly held to her lips continued to leak gas before beginning its final deposit. The looser, runnier pieces that came out more as a mucky sludge and pooled at the back of her mouth. Conditioned training kicking in, the busty sister took a large practiced gulp, Kelt already able to hear her stomach protest her meal.

When he was finally done, he remained motionless, sitting atop his sister's miserable face. Only when her crying subsided and her tongue began worming out to clean him did he release her wrists. Leaning forward, he cruelly looked down at the face under his ass and balls, only the ridges of her brows not completely under him. She couldn't see him, she still felt the pressure to which he kelt himself sealed to her lips, his legs against her skull. It was clear, she fucked up.

His words only confirmed it. "Listen here you fucking cunt. When I am taking a shit in your mouth, you do not pull away, ever. You are my toilet. My waste is a fucking gift to you. You don't drink water, you chug piss. You don't eat food, you choke down feces. You perform many duties, but above all, you are here to consume my waste like the shit-dumpster you are. I thought you understood your place, that you were born to suck my asshole and eat my shit.'' He growled aimlessly, grunting as he ground his butt harder to her skull. "Since day fucking one of our new life you have been my toilet. Tending to my asshole is half of your life, so what spurred this, hm? Are you disagreeing that you exist for me sit on your face and feed my shit down your neck? Do you think your body isn't the proper place for my waste?''

A muffled cry of negative assertion bubbled up from the lips smashed to his dirty hole, Tekla ramping up her efforts to clean him with rapid licks.

A seething flash of teeth down at her obscured head as her apologetically-fervent tongue cleaned his anus. "Thats it, lick like the fucking toilet you are. And remember, when I use your mouth to take a shit, your mouth stays on my fucking asshole until I'm done. Every single ounce of shit I have goes in your mouth, every fucking particle of my farts. Every. Single. One. Your lips are fucking cemented to my hole until I drop all my shit through them, push all my gas out, and you tongue every single inch of my goddamn colon. Only then am I done using that toilet of a mouth you have, and you can take your face off my ass. Do I make myself clear, bitch?''

A sobbing kiss was quickly plastered to his creased tailhole in a hasty affirmative. Kelt only growled. "Keep licking after I'm clean, you're gonna spend most of today with your face in my ass since you tried to get away from it.''

Tekla's only response then was a whine as her slick tongue returned to picking out residue scat from his rectum.

-

The MILF-like sister cried upon the outdoor couch, the sun in high afternoon, ugly sobs echoing about the open ridge that the rustic mansion was built upon. Her body was thick, well bred, heavy with assets and milk weighing down already large tits. Her lips were stained brown, contrasted by red eyes, teeth still wearing a layer of smudged shit as she bawled. Her tongue wasn't much better. But what made it all seem better to the girl were Kelt's arms possessively wrapped around her as she rest in his lap.

Still on the spacious deck, a calming rumble drifting out as he held his sibling close and nuzzled his long snout to her neck. With a brush in one hand, he trailed the instrument down her pelt in a gentle grooming. She was crying, but the emotion behind it wasn't clear. In truth, she was more upset that she hadn't been the best toilet for her brother. His response was nothing surprising, many speeches like it being softy whispered into her ear while he trained her to consume everything he gave. Very early on in her life underground, Kelt spent an entire week with her face locked to his ass, a harness holding her tight as she got accustomed to her place at his hole.

The words currently being spoken to her fuzzy ears was different than those memories, a pleasant tone in her sibling's voice that so rarely came out in such strength. "I know that you know better than to pull away when I'm feeding you. I know it was an accident, and that you eat everything I offer you. The only reason you have to deny your place at my asshole is if you were in distress.'' A warm rumble vibrated against her as he started a new line with the brush smoothing her immaculate golden fur. "And yet, you chose not to use the choking signal. You chose to be a bad toilet, instead of making me stop using you to check on your health. You chose to let me punish you, hurt you.''

Kelt leaned forward to place a kiss on her tear-stained cheek. "Thank you. Your failure allowed me to put you in your place, and you know how much I enjoy that.'' He paused his brushing to squeeze the warm body atop his. "This has been a very cathartic morning.'' Setting the brush aside, he took her stained muzzle in his hand, craning her sad face to meet his. He didn't get too close, able to smell the shit caked onto her lips and teeth. But there was already a returned light to her eyes, the sobs spacing wider with every stroke of the brushing. Smiling proudly at the face of his whore, Kelt nodded while forcing her to look at him.

He caught her eyes trying to avert, to be shamed. "Hey.'' He jostled her skull before slapping her harshly, a pitched whine sounding as she recoiled. "Look at me, slut.'' Kelt ordered, her teary red eyes meeting his unsurely. His smile never wavered, "Listen to me. You are the best toilet I could ever ask for. Never forget that. You have eaten my shit since we were fourteen, drank my piss ever since our new life began. You have a phenomenal track record as a sewage system.'' The hand that just slapped her came back, but this time to caress her cheek gently as he smiled at her with a warmth she so rarely got to see. "That being said, there are still consequences for failure. I will break you. But I shall build you back.''

Releasing her head as he retired to tenderly brushing her, the girl mostly quieted down besides a few sniffles and shivers. Kelt kept the intimate moment going, keeping her close and tending to her pelt, a favorite pastime of his. As Tekla fully settled back against him, there was a relieved sigh as she relaxed into his embrace. That is when Kelt spoke once more. "I wasn't lying. Your face will be my seat for the next three hours. No breaks.'' His words were calm, casual as ever. "Then I'm taking you to the basement to be my punching bag. Afterwards, I'm going to torture those delicious tits you have. Then you need to be reminded of your place, so the smother-harness will keep your lips on my anus for the entire night.''

As she blinked atop him, he softly pushed her to the side, letting her get off him and sit on the couch as her shoulders and tail drooped. Kelt had moved the sofa cushions apart as she stared off into space with the crushing knowledge of what was to come, awareness only returning once his voice pulled her back. She looked over to see a gap in the wide seat cushions, Kelt gesturing to it.

"Get up, and lay your head between them.'' He pointed, watching Tekla's defeated motions as she sank to the deck's floor. Oriented like one would be if they were sat upon the furniture, she was on the floor, back pressed to the couch's front. Leaning her head back, it had no trouble squeezing between the separated cushions. Kelt pushed them back, leaving just the wedge-like snout of his sister sticking out from the seats. No words were said as Kelt raised his tail, reached back and spread his ass, then leaned forward to look under his balls.

Nothing but a determined look as he shifted his legs to stand on either side of her back-bent torso, lowering into a squat slowly to make sure his presented asshole was lined up perfectly with the muzzle protruding from the sofa. With an audible slick squish of the remnant spit still coating his hole, the wrinkled skin made perfect contact with her lips as a single `mmph' sounded from her. Now aligned, contact made, Kelt dropped himself fully to the seat, a louder `MMPH' echoing up as his anus mashed to Tekla's mouth and his cheeks smothered every inch of her snout that was above the cushion.

Settling down and relaxing with a pleasant hum, Kelt didn't have to wait long for the warm sensations and wet sounds of Tekla's tongue slathering his musky hole once more. Closing his eyes, the masculine sergal sat back and began enjoying the long, lavish rimjob as the slurps and chirps around him let Kelt drift off into a nap. The loving worship of his asshole was a delightful massage for his soul, and most pleasing of all was the showcase of just how eager Tekla was to serve him.

-

Tekla's scream bounced off the stiff concrete walls of the basement, a tinny shriek that made Kelt's heart flutter as much as it made his ears ring. "Shh... There's five more skewers to go.'' The motherly sergal girl was face down on her purpose-built restraint table, legs locked to the splayed stirrups perfectly fitted to her, arms bound behind her in a binder as a hook through the wrist cuffs yanked them high and stretched them back uncomfortably. Her face poked through the gap in the headrest, tears pattering to the concrete floor as her face contorted with pain.

The source of this was Kelt, as usual. For her table was raised, and slanted so that her upper torso was elevated. A purposeful position, as it let the massive breasts that the well-bred sergal had hang down through their slots, the jiggly tits already bruised from the brutal beating and whipping they already received. Kelt's entire focus was on those fat jugs, swaying freely below the steel surface that held his perfect woman. There was a slight pulse to them, undulating as powerful suction cups sealed to milk-gushing nipples. Around that cup were various needles shoved into her breast meat, all before his hands currently gripped one tit that now had a long, thin rod of metal piercing it and coming out the other side.

Drips of rich blood began to join the puddle of tears as Kelt grabbed the next skewer, lining it up, then sharply pushing just an inch down to puncture through the skin. Then a long, slow slide of the metal through her flesh, wails spilling freely from the feminine sergal. Seeing push against the skin on the other side, Kelt placed his fingers around the bump as Tekla screamed. With an extra push from both hands, compressing the squishy meat, the skewer tip burst out the opposite side of the breast. Standing naked with a throbbing cock, the masculine sergal sighed dreamily upon hearing those cries and seeing the injury he inflicted.

With a delighted grace, he grabbed the next sharp rod. Now the other breast was his focus, giving it a few extra punches to tenderize it just a bit more first. Shuddery gasps, coughing wails, clogged sniffles, the beaten sister made every noise she could as her sensitive chest was tortured. Pain overwhelming her, consuming her, but she couldn't do anything but feel it. Kelt's adrenaline shot made sure of that. Wiggling what little she could, Tekla shrieked as the skewer pierced her breast, the motion powerful and slow, dragging out the agonizing stabbing.

Five hoarse breaths and a gasp was all she could get in before the next point pressed to her tit. A grunt from Kelt, a gurgling choke as Tekla couldn't scream anymore. Kelt held the malleable breast, admiring the dark splotches and red cuts from the whips. All as he watched that silver rod sink deeper into the meat, a red ring bubbling out at its entry. The warmth of the teat he held was intoxicating, the heartbeat felt in it, the shivers working down it from the miserable sister above.

Perfection. That was all Kelt could see when he looked upon her. A prime being, unrivaled in beauty and ability. And all his. Kelt took the final skewer, triple the length of the ones currently impaling her tits. Moving this one to point horizontally, it was clear that this one was meant to spear both breasts. Pausing as the sharp tip rest on her flesh, Kelt took a moment to listen to raspy breaths of pain his sister made, glancing to her face, the only other part of her visible under the table.

Torture always brought out the allure in her face, brought forth every muscle, showcased every aspect. A tantalizing mix of slack jawed and teeth-grinding grimace, eyes scrunched yet distant, face contorted but overwhelmed. He lost himself there, staring at her. Pausing as he observed her beauty. It made him realize he needed to truly see her more often. Perhaps tomorrow would be a good photoshoot day, Kelt wondered as he stabbed the skewer through.

-

Tekla woke to a horrid taste infecting her every sense. Jolting awake, her shuddering body felt everything it needed to snap into reality. Hot blankets around her, the handcuffs digging into her wrists, the oversized plugs in her ass and pussy. And most importantly, the sweaty, smelly, soft shapes and fur of Kelt's butt around her face. The heavy leather straps around her skull, the ring-gag slotted into her muzzle, a relatively simple harness. The two goals of keeping her mouth sealed to his ass and forcing her mouth open were achieved easily.

What wasn't easy was being awoken by a fat turd sliding into her mouth. Tangy metal stopped her jaws from chewing it, quivering revulsion sinking down her spine as it slowly pushed deeper, coating her tongue in awful flavor. Lips peeled back as she suppressed a heave when the thick log mashed into the entrance of her throat. As her mind reeled and eyes tensed shut, Tekla resorted to her training. Going limp, keeping a seal on the anus already extruding another piece of scat, letting it push down her neck.

Taking a deep breath and filling her lungs, the sergal relaxed her throat and fought back the urge to puke as the cock-sized shit spread her gullet open. Her body twitched under the oppressive blankets on the bed, fully submerged under them, right at where she belonged. Face resting in her brother's ass, this was where she was meant to be, and swallowing his shit was what she was meant to do. Quietly gagging from the knobby log sliding down her throat, moving only from the power of the next turd following the same path. She squirmed her throat what little she could, rushing the dense feces to their destination, assisting the waste's trip to her stomach.

Above her, head resting comfortably on lush pillows, tucked under the bed's covers was Kelt. This was supposed to be just a laid back midnight shit, something he could easily return to sleep from. His eyes opened upon hearing another wave of `hrrk's and `ghck's coming from under the sheets as he fed more scat to his sister's mouth, a grimace on his face. He supposed he shot himself in the foot by using the gag to force her mouth open, preventing the ability to silence herself as she ate. He supposed he could speed things up by rolling over, crushing her face with his ass and begin really forcing it out.

He knew Tekla could survive a pressure feeding, even when she was a teenager it was near impossible to choke her. She was able to operate as an effective toilet during every single stress test he ran her through as kids and young adults. Solid shit, clumpy shit, wet shit, chewing, no chewing, direct connection, tube-fed, high volume, large logs, you name it. Kelt had ensuring his sister was capable of consuming his waste every possible way, even getting her skilled enough to chug explosive diarrhea.

It was a point of awe that distracted him, wondering if it was purely his training of her, or perhaps she was always destined to be a toilet. A mystery he pondered to the backing track of unhappy whines, wet gags, choking slurps, and disgusted retches. All throughout a set of warm lips kissing his working asshole, unloading scat and gas liberally to her maw. She was done before he could ever decide to sit on her face and pressure feed her. The noises quieted to nauseous whimpers and wet sounds as she licked his insides clean.

It made him think. Why did he make his sister his toilet? Kelt wouldn't say he was aroused by waste material, disgusted himself if it was ever out in the open in an unplanned manner. He knew his greatest joy was holding power of his sister, his only relief from the darkness in his mind by releasing it in controlled bursts onto her flesh. And in less controlled methods on his children. The gold sergal lay awake in bed, barely registering the long tongue spiraling through his rear, slurping out lingering chunks and opening pockets of methane.

Making Tekla his toilet was certainly endearing in a way he couldn't say, but it didn't let him cut loose like his other duties of her. He could only chalk it up to the sick desire to make her suffer every possible aspect of degradation. Making her an object that truly just was used for a normal bodily function. His eyes narrowed, icy silver eyes locked on the far wall. He knew that was incorrect. Just in that moment, there was a tangible delight from hearing Tekla choke on his shit as he pushed it right down her throat.

Relishing the noises of it blocking her gullet, her disgust at having to work it down her neck faster. Something that started of necessity morphed to a real interest. Make Tekla drink his piss when she lived in the tunnel. Only fourteen, but so dedicated to him that she obeyed. Drinking out of a cup. Then right from his stream. Only to quickly shift to have it pumped right into her mouth. No breaks, no breathers, just Kelt taking a normal piss while she had to keep up with the stream.

It wasn't nutritious, or for hydration. All it did was give her something more than condensation on pipes and the rare soda he brought her. She did it for him. To get more of him, to make him happy. And so her path was set, fate moved from purely fucktoy, to toilet. It took longer for her to accept shit, starting with merely getting her nose and mouth used to being at his asshole.

It only took a year to make her a full service toilet. And he's been using her exclusively ever since. Even on business trips, or spending time outside the tunnel before that. He'd hold it as much as possible, saving it for her. Every time he used an actual toilet was a disgrace to his mind and shock to his body. As such, he could count the number of times he's done it in the past thirteen years on one hand. Kelt merely blinked atop the pillow, a sigh leaving his snout as Tekla finished tonging him.

He liked having a living toilet. Loved making his sister into one. No other way to put it. A smile etched on his angular snout as he closed his eyes and settled back to sleep. Not a surprising conclusion, but one worth reaching. With an acceptance of desire allowed fuel to burn under it, opening doors to new ideas. Urine was such an underutilized resource. It had four places to go, but they all did the same thing. Going in her mouth or nose brought it to her stomach to be digested, going in her ass let it absorb into her colon, her pussy merely acting as a storage vessel until she released it with her own bladder.

As the brother drifted off to sleep under the soothing effects of a skilled rimjob, creativity filled his dreams.

-

It was another beautiful day, shimmering sun through leaves and branches, warming the cozy deck with a view of pristine mountains. The twins once more found themselves atop the plush cushions of the wide couch, Tekla laying horizontally to suckle on Kelt's cock while he brushed her. These were the sister's happy moments, nothing but her and her brother, just caring contact. His desire to make her as pretty as possible, and her enjoyment of pleasing him. She held the near-foot of pale knotted malehood in her maw, slurping and swiping her tongue around the shaft nestled in her face.

Losing track to time in this paradise, Tekla had to be loudly spanked across her juicy ass to inform her Kelt was done brushing the perfect pelt of his sister. Tensing, ears perking with eyes flying open in a surprised jolt, Tekla lifted her head off his shaft, popping the meaty member out and swallowing the mix of spit and pre before flashing a cute smile up at him. He returned it, happily caressing her cheek as he stared down at her.

"You always look so gorgeous with your lips around my cock.'' He reached out, grabbing her and guiding her as the womanly sergal sister moved to straddle his lap, faces close. The warm rosy blush on her features reflected in Kelt's silver eyes, his smile mixed with pride and desire. A hand went behind her back, as his other rest the palm on her collarbone, pushing. Holding her lower spine in place, the motherly sergal's chest arched, heavy tits rising to bear. He gripped a milky teat, jiggling it as Tekla flushed with a slight noise of delight from the attention.

"Feed your milk to me, cow.'' Kelt ordered, his sister nodding with loving eyes. Letting go of Tekla entirely, he sent his arms out to lay on the backrest, settling back to the cushions with a cool smile as he kept eye-contact. Tekla's breath grew quicker, happy and proud in this moment. Her breasts were already huge, shaped by the hormones of the countless pregnancies of her teenage years. Being stuffed with milk only made them better, production honed over the same time, forever lactating since she started. Constantly full, constantly drained, a cycle that would persist for as long as she could see.

So with the upmost dignity, Tekla took one her motherly tits with both hands, lifting it as a milk dribbled out. Leaning forward, she carefully guided the leaky nipple to her brother's face, staring intently, hungrily, at her. The hefty mound paused just at his lips, juicy bud primed and waiting. Tekla smiled at him, "My milk belongs to you, master.'' With that, his mouth opened, sealed around a fat nip, and Kelt began to chug.

Shivering at the stimulation and relief of finally losing the pressure in one of her breasts, Tekla held back the moan. Deep, measured swallows rained out of Kelt's face, his eyes locked to hers, calm and cool as he sucked the rich fluid right from the tap. This was one of the rare forms of pleasure that didn't come mixed with pain for the sister, hands enticingly squeezing her breasts as a warm mouth suckled her leaking nipples with calm fervor. Popping off the bud only after he had his fill, Kelt licked around her areola, watching her squirm with a sharp gaze. Intent eyes looked up at hers slowly clouding with arousal, observing that perfect pain/pleasure mix as he bit harshly into the nipple.

Seeing her expertly conditioned response of terse bliss rock a shiver through her body, he moved to grab her hips. Shifting and nudging them, he brushed his tip through her hoodless fold, slickness coating the pointed head of his shaft. He used his length to tease her clit, poking and grinding in ways that made her weak atop him. Still holding a perky nipple between his teeth, he shifted her so that he poked her perfectly welcoming asshole, then slammed her hips down.

As the plap sounded and the sister's pained cry of delight rang out about the mountains, he launched right into a steady rhythm as he began drawing milk into his gullet once more. Relishing the trained lose-tightness of his sisters ass, he throughly pounded that hole for all it was worth, thrusting his hips up to her meaty bottom while lifting and dropping her on his member the entire time. He kept watching every single emotion on his slave's features, the curling up of her lips as the friction burn under tail forged deeper, blending with the twisting of her brows as the conditioned enjoyment of anal twinged every nerve of her body.

Kelt was proud of himself, spending years and years training Tekla to give up her pussy as a tool of pleasure. All that hole did was make babies, nothing more. At most, it was used to provide lubrication for anal. The busty sergal was anal only except for the sparse moments of impregnation, and she still had a few weeks of postpartum left. So as Kelt's shaft rocked in and out of her velvet anus, her cunt was nothing more than a wet rag slapping to his middle with every thrust. But still, her button brushed his fur, her nipples felt the stinging bite of bliss from his milking. And of course, anal was forcibly pleasurable when it was simple sex.

The stoic brother knew her signs, his sister's climax approaching. She last had one perhaps a month ago, but hasn't been authorized one in five years. Ideally, she would never come again. That would release the pleasure he worked so hard to build within her, reduce her needy willingness. He could stop, rob her of the coming peak. But she was supposed to be trained enough to resist her own climax, knowing it was a worthless sensation. Tekla did fight it, evident in the stronger, shorter shivers, the clamping down of her jaws, the intensity with which her eyes squeezed shut.

So he fucked her harder, watching her effort double as she squirmed with those delightfully feminine noises. Her screams were gorgeous, gags and heaves musical perfect, but a moan still hit a note that resonated within him. But soon it was a cry of ecstasy, hot and heavy body fluttering atop his, a geyser of fluid spraying his belly from his sister's pent up and hormonal pussy. He bit her nipple enough to draw the coppery tang of blood to bring her shout to a heightened shriek of sensation, hips violently quivering and falling atop him as he continued to pound her tailhole through the earth shattering orgasm she just experienced.

When she collapsed to nothing but huffing pants, eyes distant as she lay limp over him, body shuddering with every wet plap of his hilting to her ass. Popping his mouth off her abused teat, he moved to brutalize the other while taking part of her motherly milk. She would fade out of existence for awhile then, not aware of anything but rapture and touch.

-

When Tekla could make sense of her world again, she found herself still resting on the couch, head gently placed on Kelt's lap. It was welcome thing, but odd, knowing she came without permission. She should be in the basement getting jumper cables clamped to her tits as a taser went off in her ass. Probably beaten too. Instead, there was simple and tender petting down her flank, while another hand kneaded a soft breast. Blinking, shifting, he hummed down to her.

"Back to earth, hmm?'' His motions stopped then, reaching around places she couldn't see. A loud plop came with her jumping a bit, a heavy object landing on her belly. Lifting her neck up, her wedged snout peered down at a large 18 inch dildo, soft and noodley. A colon snake, for better terms. Shifting her beautiful face to look at his own, ears tentatively folded, the expression she made was simply adorable.

Kelt only smiled sharper at her, a rare and often unsettling thing. "Open your mouth, whore. We're going to do some extra throat practice before your memory of failing your toilet duties fades too far away.'' He picked up the flesh-toned cock tentacle, grabbing a few inches below one of the tips. Bringing it close to her lips, her features drooped a bit before obediently opening her jaws. Dashing some of the forlorn look from her, a determination took its place instead. The maw of his sister stared up in the open air, head resting upon his thighs. The tongue squirming to try and stay still, the teeth he filed down, the pulsing throat he shits into.

Perfect. He sent the toy to her lips in a swift motion, but slow. Gliding through the wet muzzle, spit already pooling at the back of her mouth. Tekla shivered, tasting the silicone with a gentle `mmnf' flowing from her in a pleased tone. A steady pace had the long dildo fill the visible area of her maw, before impacting that tight ring of muscle guarding her throat. Eyes closing as her hum turned into a noise of effort, Kelt forced it past as his sister's body lurched. A brief gag interrupted her dedicated moaning, tears welling in her eyes as the thick toy pushed deeper into her face. Spit filled the corners of her split open mouth, the mess of a facefuck still in its infancy.

Long bouts of choking sounded as Tekla's bountiful chest bobbed with every heave wracking her body, Kelt's fist steadily growing closer to her lips as the long rod of silicone sank down her gurgling gullet. By halfway, she was only able to let out wet "GHLRRK''s. Throat bulged with the cylinder, bumping out the underside of her muzzle and pointing close to her collar. The rounded edge slid under her skin, timed with Kelt's gentle pushes and pulls as his sister made horrid retching noises from the toy delving into her core.

Though her face grimaced with natural gags and reactions, jaws split as she choked around the dildo, the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile and her eyes twinged in happiness. A devotion shone through her features, a desire to please her brother, happy to when it was just simple deepthroating. Even if it was deepthroating that would make experienced oral sluts waver. With another tensing atop his lap from a full body-surge from Tekla's gagging as the dildo extended that bulge to her collarbone, Kelt began ditching the slow approach, shoving the 18 inch toy down her face with deep drops.

As the pretty face lost its satisfied features, Tekla's head was shoved back into his lap from the sheer force he crammed the dick-snake through her neck. Louder noises of "HGLKRK'' rang out from the deck into the open landscape. Then finally Kelt's fingers hit her bared teeth, the vast majority of the toy snugly sheathed within her gullet, the rest between her open jaws, with only the glans-shaped tip coming from Kelt's fist. The brother gave her a moment to rest, to settle her heaving chest, to accept her plugged throat.

A single gentle pet down her tear-streaming cheek as she looked up with a gaze `are you proud?' His answer was redirecting his hand to pinch a nipple and scoop up a breast in a tight grip as Kelt began ramming the toy in and out of her face. There were points of resistance, where the motion slowed as he built up the power to force it through her collar and convulsing throat. Any notes of pleasantness on her angular snout vanished as the discomfort and unease of the snake thrusting through her neck imparted the stress of brutal oral.

The volume of her retches increased, the slick noises of the rod cramming through her, the `thup' of her head bouncing on his lap as he pushed the toy in and out of her face. Gazing down at her straining beauty, Kelt gave a satisfied hum, gripping her breast harder as a leverage point for his pumping arm. The continued "GHRRK HGLLKK GHK!'' coming from her was a divine concert, only surpassed by the screams she made when he tortured her. But this was his other delight of his sister, just being able to use her body as he saw fit. He felt like hammering a nearly two foot dildo through her throat this morning, and so he laid her out over his lap and did just that.

And he wasn't even done. He began slowing the thrusts that made Tekla's entire core convulse, keeping the toy deeper and deeper until he pushed it as far as it would go and held it there. Savoring his sister's whimpers and the ruined face of spit and tears, he reached to grab another item from his little stash on the other cushion. It was essentially a ring gag, but he slotted the metal circle over the protruding end of the throat-snake sticking out her gasping jaws. Cinching it tighter, the toy was secured, and Kelt secured the straps around the back of her head. With the toy now locked in place, deeply prodding her stomach, bulging her neck, Kelt could smile as he moved to idly knead both her expansive breasts.

Kelt released one of the likely-bruised tits, tracing claws down her bulged throat. "Look at that. How perfect your throat is, how useful it is. Cocksleeve, toy-holder, and most importantly, my personal toilet.'' He sighed with a moment of relish for his throated sister writhing on his lap, only accentuated by the soft swells being deformed by his hands, fingers teasing her nipples. Well, perhaps not a normal person's definition of teasing, most people wouldn't be thrilled to have their nips pinched with sharp claws before getting harshly tugged and twisted. But it was a moment of pure sensation for the sister, and with her pleasure being mostly rewired to this form of light pain, she was as pleased as she could be in most situations. Though it might not seem like it to some, this wasn't torture, far from it. The dildo wasn't spiked, she could still breathe, there wasn't skewers sliding through her tit's flesh. Just a toy in a hole, with Kelt playing with her body.

But playtime was over, Kelt snapping his fingers atop her disheveled face to gain her attention. As weary eyes fluttered open amid tears, he rolled his finger around. "Roll over. Time to have some fun with your asshole.'' Tekla needed a moment, guttural noises coming from her stuffed face as she willed her muscles to move, sliding over and up to move replace her head on his lap with her perfectly round ass staring up at him instead. With her tail already submissively raised, the pinkish hole was on ripe display. Slapping his palms onto those glorious globes, he took his time merely feeling up her supple bottom as she wriggled from the compounding sensations. Kelt even had the suspicion she was nearing orgasm again.

Well, he supposed it was time to do something about that, considering this was leading up to her punishment for her last one. Continuing his possessive molestation of her rear, he let her build the fire in her body, feeling her temperature rise and pussy moisten atop his lap. When he felt she was sufficiently aroused and close to the peak, he took his squeezing hands off her to reach back into his supply cache. Tekla gave a muffled huff as her primary stimulation vanished, but everything around her was still so nice that she hovered at the edge, even as she gagged around the colon-snake stretching her entire throat out.

The snap of Kelt putting on rubber gloves did indeed cause her lusty moans and wiggles to pause as her heart skipped, unable to turn around in fear of confirming what she suspected. Instead Kelt gave her a gentle pet down her back and spoke simple words. "We'll start with the usual treatment for your breech of orgasm permission.''

Then her heart stopped literally, as a cattle prod was harshly shoved against her anus and shallowly inside it, activating to send a surge of lighting right into her core. Convulsing over him, Kelt measured out the seconds before turning it off, letting her gasp what little air she could around the dildo strapped to her skull before he flicked it back on and near-silent screams came. Pausing the shock once more, Kelt applied a sharp stinging spank to her expansive rear, waiting for the jiggling flesh to settle as a red print formed. "You know that every time you cum, you get the taser in your asshole. Been that way since we were fourteen, all the way back in the tunnel. I'm shocked you haven't learned not to cum yet, bitch.''

He didn't wait for any attempt at a response, merely flicking the power back on as her body rattled over his, twitching and tensing, grasping at everything but unable to truly get a grip. He would repeat this for five total cycles, something Tekla would thank him for profusely if she could speak. He usually went for ten or twenty, but the sister would thank her master for her torture regardless. It stopped him from doing fifty. What she didn't know, is that Kelt only went lightly on her tasing because he had more exciting anal torture ideas to make her suffer. Her punishment was far from over, and she might even ask for the taser to be all he uses for this in the future.

The masculine sergal smiled to himself, sharp teeth showing on his angular snout as they glinted in the afternoon sun, the deck providing a delightful backdrop for torturing his sister. The basement can't be beaten of course, but the concrete does get stale after awhile. Removing the taser from her freshly reddened anus, the slightly gaped muscle twitched with the rest of her body being shaken with the lingering sparks in her nerves. Returning it to his little pile of items, Kelt grabbed his next one. A little squirt tube, like sunscreen. The contents were far from sunscreen thought, the tube reading a label of capsaicin.

As the voluptuous woman did her best to regain a normal breathing rate, Kelt's gloved hands pried her thick asscheeks apart to better reveal the hole they served as cushion's for when he fucked it. Placing a small dollop on his index finger, then another for good measure, Kelt placed the drops right on her wrinkled pucker. It tightened from the contact, but the true extent had yet to set in, Kelt gently rubbing the substance into all of the exposed flesh of her hole, working it into every crease of her rim.

Barely twenty seconds in and she began fidgeting, whines seeping from her gagged mouth, more tears joining her messy face. But still Kelt rubbed, poking past her sphincter ever so slightly to make sure the burn got inside. Then he shrugged and slid his hole finger into the tight flesh of her rectum. Wiggling it around in the squirming passage, he spread the fire deep, setting her entire bottom ablaze with just forty seconds of effort and enough of the tortuous cream that it was around the amount one would use for toothpaste.

Tekla was completely sobbing before he even finished, jerking around on his lap every time he moved his finger inside her, every motion agonizing in places she shouldn't feel. A combination of every unpleasant feeling just below horrific, melding together to make a kind of torture that cut deep without a wound. Spicy sensation cranked up to levels she wouldn't be able to stand on her tongue smoldered on her pucker and insides, the gagged screams from from her were absolutely genuine as she thrashed with pain.

Kelt applied another brutal spank that echoed about the mountainside, the sensation making her fall limp for but a moment. He used the time to give an oder. "Keep still for one minute while I finger your whore ass, and we'll move on. If this takes longer than ten minutes, I'm rubbing twice the amount of capsaicin on your clit.'' He let the words sink in for a brief moment, Tekla mostly still besides uncontrollable twitches. Whether this was a deliberate freezing, or her merely still recovering from the violent hit to her cheek didn't matter. Kelt began to gently pump his gloved finger through her spasming hole, dragging the spread out cream through her again.

She tried, body quaking with the exertion to not roll away instinctually from the agony. She let out her misery with her voice instead, screaming past the throat-clogging toy as best she could, gagging face twisted with torture as she streamed tears and emotion out. It was inevitable that she would lurch a bit as Kelt kept his finger working her burning ass, resetting the timer. One minute was a year in her mind, the near five minutes needed for her to complete her task a millennia of excruciating pain. Though she knew better than to compare her various ways of being tortured, she couldn't help but wish to spend an hour as a punching bag instead.

Raw pain was something she was used to. It still made her cry, sob, shake in fear and terror. But it was mere pain, something everybody knows. This though, this molten attack on her insides was something that was purposeful. Beating her hurt, getting bent over and shocked while spiked instruments held her tits to get brutalized by an industrial milker was agony, eating Kelt's shit was disgusting. But all the sensations they brought were organic, pain, ache, disgust and revulsion, `normal'. But nothing about the almost acid-like burn on her anus was natural.

Even as Kelt slipped his finger out of her abused, puffy-red hole, she couldn't bear it. She had succeeded the task, but knew there was more. Kelt said he would simply move on, and that he did. His next step was to just rub her asshole more. There was no additional cream, nothing added or spread after being worked in so thoroughly already. He was just providing extra physical stimulus to be corrupted by the capsaicin's effects, bringing a terrible sensitivity to the affected areas. Being allowed to shake and kick the air again, Tekla took full advantage of that freedom to vent the pain coursing through her insides.

But it couldn't come close to what was in store for her, Kelt's tortuous fingers leaving her inflamed hole in an act of false respite. She could barely process what was happening when he returned to press the stoic bristles of a toilet brush to her burning flesh. No mercy was given as he spread her agonized hole around the firm brush, the stiff spines barely folding as they crammed past a worn anus. Scratching all the way through as Kelt steadily shoved the brush in, there was no worse feeling of abrasion that could come to her mind, the thin and usually discomforting cuts becoming valleys of anguish as the capsaicin flooded the open scrapes.

Incapable of anything but feral writhing, Tekla sputtered weakly over his lap, voice leaving her as most of her mind became consumed with suffering. The only things stopping a complete break, was the unfortunate practice Tekla has, enduring far more and far worse before. The other was the touch of her brother's palm on her ass, holding it open for him to start twisting the brush once all the bristles were past her rim, but a reminder that he was there. To further this, he twirled the spiny tool inside her burning rectum slowly, leaning closer to her spasming face and rolled up eyes as she frothed at the mouth.

"In these moments, everything is so clear to me. My anger and pain push upon you, leaving me with a free mind. With that, I realize I have forgotten to say something, for too long.'' He pushed the brush an inch deeper, watching her tense before falling back to quaking convulsions. "I love you. Only you would allow me this release, this ability to become myself, even if briefly.'' A final droop of his head as he neared her pain-blanked face, easing forwards to kiss her forehead. "Thank you.''

A response was something the sister was wholeheartedly incapable of, even if an 18 inch dildo wasn't strapped to her face.

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