Part 5 of 5
My little sister and I grew up quite different. For some reason, my parents seemed to favor me early on, and I'm sure this contributed to Cindy's anger toward me. We never got along as kids, and as I grew older she resented me heavily. Just after I graduated from high school, I started dating a guy still in school. It wasn't until later I found out that Cindy had a major crush on him and blamed me for missing her chance. From that point on she hated me. I moved out shortly after, and we hadn't spoken since.
I reflected on this for the two days I had my mouth strapped to her pussy. Adam had bound me into a harsh hogtie, then with rubber blocks at the back of my teeth, wedged my mouth open wide. Placing a heavy rubber hood over my head, the only part of me that was still visible was my mouth. With a series of straps, he arranged my mouth so that it fit snuggly over Cindy's clit and pussy, then locked my head into place. For two days Cindy stayed in bed, encouraging me to use my tongue on her with the help of a long bamboo cane. I had never touched another woman's crotch, much less my sister's, so the experience was less than desirable for me. The pungent taste of her pussy made me nearly vomit, and the thought of bringing her to orgasm was out of the question. But after a series of heavy strokes from the cane, the pain drove me to move past my wishes in an effort to stop the punishment.
After a month, we fell into a very strange routine. The humiliation of being dominated by my own little sister had dropped to a dull ache that invade my soul every waking moment. Somewhere inside of me, I remembered that my six months would be up soon, but it was hard to imagine that day coming.
Adam had given control of me over to Cindy exclusively, showing her the facilities and tools she had at her disposal and letting her decide my daily duties. Twice he had to stop her from doing serious harm to me, both from a lack of knowledge of the device as well as her desire to truly punish her big sister. Almost immediately after moving in, Cindy had shaved my head, removing any signs of hair from my body. Seeing my long hair on the floor, and hearing her describe the heavy depilatory cream she was smearing over my bald skin, made me realize just how bad things could get. It wasn't until, only days later, she had "Cindy's slave" tattooed on the back of my head that I began to sink beyond submission into despair.
Morning consisted of me tongue drying Cindy after her shower, with extra effort placed on her pussy and ass. The rest of the day had me serving as her chair or foot stool when not pleasuring her orally. Despite my hatred of her and of pleasuring a woman, I became quite adept at it, learning how to swirl my tongue over her clit to bring her to the quickest orgasm. Sometimes this ended my duties early, but other times I was encouraged to bring her back to orgasm time and time again. Much to my dismay, she discovered how great my tongue piercings felt on her ass, and soon I was frequently tonguing her sphincter for hours at a time. She kept me naked at all times, even when she and Adam were fully clothed, and always when guests were around, when I would often find myself beneath the table the entire evening, sucking cock or pussy until the early morning hours, or until Cindy found another way for everybody to torment me.
Nights were the worst. Adam had shared my distaste for anal penetration with Cindy, and she quickly incorporated that into my late night torment. I was mounted to a metal frame that forced me to bend at the waist, a steel collar locking snugly around my neck with another that fit around my forehead and pulled back. The positioning of the frame had me nearly dangling over the bed, forcing me to watch each night as Adam and Cindy made love. I couldn't help cry, my tears dripping down onto the bed near their feet. It had been so long since Adam and and I had made love like that, and I realized that it would never happen again. Usually, just as I was feeling the most miserable, the timer on the fucking machine would start, firmly pushing the thick dildo deep into my ass. The machine would start slow, then pick up in intensity until I was being rammed with a fury, before stopping abruptly, retracting and leaving my anus gaping wide. It would restart soon enough, the random timer activating throughout the night, even after Adam and Cindy had fallen asleep in each other's arms.
I didn't even notice when I was left alone in the living room. For the past month I hadn't been left alone at all, nor had I not been with Cindy the entire time, providing some service or another. This time, when Adam walked into the room without Cindy, I felt something was up. I had long since avoided the urge to look in his eyes. Instead, out of pure instinct now, I maintained my submissive pose, back straight, head bowed, knees spread wide to show my piercings. By this time I had lived without the use of my arms for many months, and though I could feel them, they had not been free for use and thus were simply useless parts of my body, like my ear lobes. I also hadn't been allowed to speak for over four months, and had trouble even making sounds other than those screams of pain I was accustomed to emitting.
Adam had taken a seat in front of me and I could tell he was looking me over, which made me take stock of my situation. My breasts must have been a massive 38HHH, so large they pressed against each other while still occluding my legs on the sides. I could just see the rings and rods through my nipples, the tiny bells still dangling from the ends. I certainly couldn't see my waist, but I knew there was a harsh corset there, folding me into a tiny hourglass, though I had become so accustomed to the corset that I could barely imagine life without its crushing presence.
My self assessment was interrupted by Adam's voice. "I wanted to tell you your six months are up," he said. It took me a minute to realize what he was saying. "I realize you've been through a lot and you might be looking forward to release, but I wanted to point out a few things you should consider. First, your breasts are permanently modified to their current size, which is far too large to measure, by the way. You'd have trouble finding any clothing to fit you at this point, especially considering your waist. At 17 inches, you can't really ever go without the corset since your breasts are so heavy now. It'll take some months before you can use your arms again, not because they're damaged but because they have little muscle tissue left. Also, your hair on your head may grow back, but it'll probably take a couple years." As he talked, I knew he was right. I had gone down a road that few could ever return from.
"And one last thing," he hesitated, having trouble saying it. "Cindy and I are in loveÖ and we're getting married." I felt my stomach fall out. I had always assumed when I was released Adam and I would return to some normalcy, but I now knew this was hardly possible. "We're moving to an estate I bought in Europe. So, I have three options for you. First, you could be released, but I don't know how you would survive in your modified state, how you would work or even live. Second, I know a professional Master I can sell you to. He'll keep you as a slave permanently, probably rent you out or whatever, but you'd be his. OrÖ you could be our slave." The choices were too much to consider quickly, but I knew what my decision would be. I let the tears roll down my cheeks as my destiny became clear.
Epilogue
The country road was easy to maneuver as I trotted up the small hill. I could feel Cindy grab the reigns with one hand, which made me brace for what came next. The buggy whip whistled through the air and struck the side of my right breast, leaving a heavy welt on my already marked skin and making me cry out. But the application worked; I dug harder into the road with my toes and trotted up the hill. As we crested the rise, I could see the estate in the distance, and both the downhill incline and my haste to be put back in my stall made me trot faster.
It had been three years since that fateful decision. Almost immediately upon arrival at our new home, Cindy had insisted I become a permanent ponygirl. I had been led to a hay filled stall, my nose ring hooked to a chain dangling from a ring in the middle, and left. That was the last I saw of the house or any comfort. Shortly afterwards, a blacksmith had fit my feet with custom pointe frames, a metal toe enclosure that fit snug to my feet, with a metal panel that rose over the bottom of my feet and to a wide ankle cuff. The metal contraption was designed to lock my feet into a ballet position with the minimum of visible device. I now had no choice but to continually walk on my toes.
A bit device had been added soon after, placed over the holes in my tongue from the removed piercings, then riveted in place. I would forever have the bit locked to my face. The result removed any ability to speak coherently, and thus I never tried again. Slowly but effectively, I was reduced to an animal.
Adam came to visit once in awhile, and often I pulled both of them on warm summer evenings. I wasn't allowed to see too much on most trips, with blinders in place and my chin forced high by a sharp point held beneath my chin, but I could tell they were happy. I often cried on those rides, my tears drying slowly in the soft breeze.
The End