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So my youngest brother maybe my son (Part 3)
So for those who need a bit of catch up here is
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ssdbmj/so_my_youngest_brother_might_be_my_son/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
And [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/uh99b0/update_test_are_done/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
*trigger warning Non-consent, pain, orgasm control*
Day 2
Entry 1
This morning our rail car will arrive at 9am.
We will be dressed in our white intake gowns and have been measured for our training gear and our academy girdles. Our nero collars have been updated with our current information as well as our home academy. Intake day is also the first time out nero collars are programmed to allow for pleasurable genital sensations, as well as heightened sensations in the rest of our bodies. It’s strange being able to feel things other than just pressure between my legs. Our old chastity girdles have also been removed for intake day.
Day 2
Entry 2
On the trip to Lockwood our new handlers were synced with our nero collars. My handler is named Brian. He tested and calibrated my sensation abilities as we traveled to our destination.
In the rail car there were several strange apparatuses. The part I was restrained in is called a stockade. Its mostly a metal frame, with some areas of padding to ensure our skin stays unmarked.
So I had moved schools in my senior year and made some new friends. Everyone joked about my older sister being hot and they wanted to hook up with her. Well I didn’t know anyone yet to respond to there jokes.
One night I’m at my house and my friend calls. Tells me he’s at his cousins house and to come over. So I get a ride out to their house. Everyone is drinking and partying. A few strangers , a few people I know.
Then a girl I never met before. Found out it was my friends older sister. He was at his girlfriends and everyone was at his house partying.
She was sexy as fuck. She was short , with a fat ass and small tits. Long brown hair and I could see her staring at me.
So I went over and started to talk to her. I didn’t know she had a bf there sleeping. He came out briefly to get a drink and went back to bed.
He sat tied to a chair.
His arms behind his back, the rope looped through the wooden slats of the back of the chair and his ankles tied to the front legs so that his legs were slightly parted.
He was completely naked.
In the seat of the chair, there was a hole cut so that Miss Doll could have access to her ass.
She’d made good use of this and she’d inserted a, larger than used before, vibrating dildo into her ass.
When she first slid it in she’d used lube but she had deliberately been a little rough. She had fucked her ass for a few minutes and gleefully watched as her cock became harder and harder.
She then pushed the dildo all the way in and turned on the vibration. A slow pulsating motion continuously throbbing. She had then left the room.
He sat, her cock semi-hard and milking pre-cum synchronised with the cycle of the dildo.
After some time, maybe half an hour, Miss Doll returned to the room. She walked in dressed in a short black leather skirt, ankle-high boots and a PVC short corset type top. She looked divine. Surely worthy of his and anyone’s devotion and worship.
She woke. As her eyes slowly began to open, her conscious mind firing into existence, she could immediately sense that she’d slept well. Proper sleep, the kind of exhausted sleep that forced your body and mind to totally and completely rest.
She felt like she was in a slightly awkward position but couldn’t quite yet be bothered to move to correct herself.
Images of the night before flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d used her so diligently. She’d felt him on every inch of her body and in every dark avenue of her mind. Intense pain and orgasmic pleasure had started as two seeds and then grown up through her, wrapping themselves around her and blossoming inside her. Their vines searching and exploring, eternally intertwined.
She felt the warmth between her legs. The gentle morning arousal ignited by the spark of memory and of wanting more.
She realised that she was still in his apartment, still in his bed.
It was time to get up and see him. See him before she thanked him and hopefully kissed him if he allowed.
She went to move and instantly felt the constraints of whatever she was bound with.
**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**
*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc.*
*In this one, I choose my crush, a mean plump goth girl. The choice is driven by the hope that an experienced slut can handle the situation better than others, but I also want to break the unbreakable girl who always thought herself out of my league.*
DISCLAIMERS
I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
[OC] The Alien Dildo
This was all based in a promt from
r/dirtywritingprompts
Feel free to leave any kind words or criticism in the comments below!
As Hazel walked into the sex shop her nose was filled with the scent of plastic and lube, and her eyes needed to adjust to the neon hue of the lighting. As she perused about, she found nothing of particular interest. Just as she had begun to grow annoyed at the lack of anything that looked particularly satisfying, she decided to walk up to one of the workers. She asked if she could check out the back for anything more interesting. The worker sighed and walked over to the keybox, then returned and bluntly slapped the keys into her open palm, before giving her directions on how to get to the back.
As she opened the door, she took a brief scan of the room and had the same initial reaction as before. Nothing was particularly interesting or eye catching, horse dildos, wolf cocks, The Moby plopped in the corner, nothing new, and everything so banal. She almost turned on a dime and walked away, looking for the next nearest shop. But the her eyes were drawn to something in the corner, tucked mostly out of sight.
Soooo ever since I turned 18 i’ve been a horny little slut. I’m absolutely obsessed with cock. And really quickly i realized i prefer older men that are in decent shape. Anyways, I just moved to college early last week to start getting ready for my freshman year. At this point ive been without a cock in my holes for a month or so, so ive been really antsy and hungry for one. One afternoon, i was on my way to the bookstore and it was really hot out so i decided to wear a cute and slutty outfit, i love the attention and stares! I wore a white crop top that showed off my perky and round C cup titties, my favorite lacy hot pink G-string and a black miniskirt that revealed just little bit of my ass cheeks, not too much😏. Needless to say, no one could keep their eyes off me. Outside our chem building on the way to the bookstore i noticed a reallllly attractive man who was working in the flower bed with his shirt off and i could feel myself getting wet under my thong. He had some grey hair, and a very muscular/toned body with big chest and arms, and hairy chest/flat stomach. His abs didnt really show but he obviously had some, he was really muscular. Late 40s-early 50s. He was tall probably like 6’5”. Im 5’3” and petite so he was massive compared to me. He. Could. Not. Stop. Staring. At me. As i walked closer to him to walk by i noticed he had a big full crotch. Big dick for a big guy no doubt. I was so wet i could feel my fluids kinda rubbing up on the inside of my thighs. I stopped and put m book bag down and pretended to look for my wallet so i bent over so he could see my little thong. AT THAT MOMENT THE WIND BLEW MY LITTLE SKIRT UP and my entire ass was exposed to him. My thong was really thin and i could feel my shaved pussy lips around it on either side with the breeze blowing so obviously he could see that too. I was really turned on but also kinda mortified! I quickly stood up and looked back at him and noticed his crotch bulge got bigger in his work jeans and i could see the outline of his big head against his thigh. I smiled quickly and ran off to the book store. I couldnt stop thinking about how big his cock must be so on my way back he was still there so i put my phone number on a note card and slipped it under his T-shirt that was laying on the ground when i was walking back. He was staring at me with the most intense hunger in his eyes as i did that, i felt so weak at the knees and submissive, like a dirty little slut like me should.
I arched my back to perch my ass in the air so he could easily rub me through the cotton fabric. My moans tremored through his length. Drool trailed from the head of his cock to my mouth.
My tongue welcomed him down my throat. Gagging coated his thickness in saliva.
“**Fuck,**” he growled as his palm tightened on my ass. “**Fuck, that feels so good.**”
He rubbed the growing wet spot on my panties. Releasing him from my mouth, my tongue wagged as I moaned. His free hand knotted into my scalp and tugged my head back.
“**That feel good?**”
Howling moans escaped my throat. I bucked against his hand. Drool dribbled down my chin. My tongue reached for his glistening cock, but he kept my head still. I whined.
“**Fuck, you’re getting so wet.**” He dragged his fingers over the damp fabric, tracing the lines of my pussy.
I whimpered and rolled my hips. Waves of pleasure pulled louder whines and moans from my vocal cords.
“**Oh, that feels so good,**” I managed breathlessly.
Nikolai and Tanner held hands as they walked down the sidewalk toward the train station. They had just finished a couple of slices at the nearby pizza shop; a stop that had become a traditional component of their travels downtown to one of the local venues each weekend.
They crammed unceremoniously onto the packed, utterly unpleasant train, and held each other tightly as it whizzed toward their destination and breakneck speed. Tanner was dressed up for the occasion as usual. But tonight, a short black and white dress à la Wednesday Adams took the place of her usual jeans and cut-off t-shirt. The outfit was completed by her denim battle vest and platform boots with gleaming metal buckles, which again different from her usual sneakers and seemed less than ideal for mosh pits. She wore dark makeup, and her dyed hair was tied back in a simple but cute ponytail.