Revenge of the Nerd: Bitch Sister
"I can't believe they fired me," Brandon thought to himself. Oh sure, the prototype didn't go as planned, but it wasn't his fault...he was close and he knew it.
Bitter and wanting revenge for being called "A crackpot, egocentric, and sexist," he spent the next few months on a new project...one that would get revenge on the President of the company, a bitch named Sarah Lodge, who was personally responsible for ending the funding for his project. Although she was beautiful and, rumour had it, slept and blackmailed her way to the top, she had laughed at him when he asked her out and blamed him personally for the failure of the three year project.
Having been rejected his whole life by pretty women who were ugly on the inside, he spent every waking second on his new mind control drug. It was originally intended to be used during interrogations, and made people tell the truth...but he now had other nefarious purposes in mind.
During test trials, it had seemed to work as anticipated for a brief amount of time before the individual being interrogated began randomly taking off their clothes and getting sexually aggressive.
Brandon, friends with the janitors that were always ignored by the bigwigs, had unlimited access to all the company's equipment and chemicals and continued modifying the drug with a new purpose...revenge.
Six months after he was fired, the drug was ready. The drug had been modified to change the moral fibre of a person...in reality, it shifted the decision making of the individual to the low standards they had while drunk...but with even more psychological manipulation:
-the person couldn't lie (like in that Jim Carrey movie 'Liar Liar')
-the person's body would feel the need to obey even though their conscious mind would argue against such obedience
-the person's sexual libido would increase substantially, the part he had really formulated, as part of his master plan to get revenge on not only that bitch Sarah, but others who have treated him poorly over the years.
-the individual would feel constricted by the clothes they were wearing and want to be naked
-he had also played with the formula to create what he believed would be potentially permanent impacts on the person infected (the original drug only lasted an hour). This was the one thing he was still very unsure of: it could last a few hours, days, weeks or maybe forever.
Now back at home, having lost everything when he was fired, he lived with his mother and eighteen year old bitch sister, Carrie, who mocked him profusely for being such a pathetic loser. While he got the brains, she got the looks. She was a cheerleader and, like most stereotypical cheerleaders was a bitch to anyone who didn't fit into her social clique. Deciding he should do a test of the drug before going after Sarah and the corporation that fired him, He decided to test the drug on his bitch sister.
That night, (well, morning since it was a little after seven, but having worked nights so long his days were all messed up) while she was asleep, he went into her room, and sprayed the drug onto her face. Looking at her asleep, she really was beautiful. A brief moment of guilt hit him as he realized the potential consequences he had just inflicted on his own flesh and blood. Yet, the deed already done, it was a little too late for second guessing. With his mom already at work, she worked the morning shift as a nurse at the hospital, he had a few hours to test his drug and, if his theory was right, recondition his sister.
After about a minute, she coughed, the scent strong, and she sat up and screamed when she saw that her brother was staring at her. "What the hell, Brandon?"
"Good morning, sis," he smiled, her large breasts barely held in by her purple nightie.
"Get the fuck out of here, you pervert," she snapped, pissed at his arrogance.
"I was just giving you your new wake up call," he ominously said.
"What's that mean?" she questioned, glaring at him and yet still not totally awake.
"It means that it is time to put you in your place," he said, looking forward to doing just that.
"Fuck off, you unemployed loser," she shot back, mean shots coming natural to her.
"And you're a bimbo bitch," he shot right back. "And I figure that is both figuratively and literally true."
"Ohhh, my smart brother can use big words," she sarcastically said. "How has that worked out for you?"
Eager to test his theory, his cock stiffening in his pants at the potential, he ordered, "Show me your tits, baby sister."
"As if," she scoffed. "I knew you were a fucking virgin, but this is pathetic."
He smiled, knowing she would spit venom at him, just like he knew Sarah would when he went after her, yet as anticipated, even as she talked, she unknowingly lifted up her nightie. "They're as nice as I imagined they would be," he said, looking at her large, firm tits.
She looked down and gasped as she realized she had taken off her nightie. "What the hell?" She said, bewildered.
"Cup those big melons for me," he ordered, enjoying the confused look on her face.
"Get out of my room," she demanded, her words venom, even as she again obeyed her brother's words, cupping her voluptuous tits.
"Okay." he agreed giddy that the product of his long years of research work was working exactly as anticipated so far. He went directly to the kitchen, grabbed a cucumber, and returned unannounced to his sister, who was still cupping her breasts, incapable of pulling her hands away.
"What did you do to me?" She asked, clearly frustrated that she couldn't stop cupping her breasts.
"Just modified your tiny brain," he shrugged, "which was ridiculously easy."
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" she threatened, her face red with anger.
"Actually, you are going to fuck yourself with this cucumber," he ordered, tossing it onto the bed.
"I will not," she defiantly replied, even as she grabbed the cucumber.
"Actually, why don't you give your new green friend a nice blow job first," he instructed instead as he pulled out his cell phone to film her.
"What is wrong with yo..." She questioned, before the cucumber muffled her question. She sucked on it slowly, her eyes big with shock and anger.
He filmed her sucking the cucumber with great amusement. After a couple of minutes, he said, "It looks like you have a fair amount of experience."
She glared daggers at him.
"Now fuck yourself with your new toy," he ordered.
Taking the cucumber out of her mouth, she continued her verbal assault, "You're so pathetic Brandon. You can't get a girl so you get yourself off by watching your sister."
"Oh, you are partially right. But this isn't about getting me off, this is about revenge," he revealed.
"Revenge?" She asked, as she mindlessly pulled down her panties.
"Yes, you have been a complete bitch to me your whole life and now I am going to teach you your place," he explained.
"My place?" She questioned, as she slid the cucumber into her cunt.
"You're like a fucking parrot," he joked. "Although you're obviously such a slut that obeying your brother gets you horny."
"Fuck you," she snapped, as she pumped the cucumber in and out, frustrated that it was indeed turning her on.
"Soon," he promised, foreshadowing his end game...which had nearly arrived.
"You plan to fuck me?" She accidentally moaned, frustrated she couldn't control herself and mortified that her loser brother was in control.
"Once you beg me to," he answered, amused that the drug was obviously working perfectly.
"When hell freezes over," she snapped, still not catching onto her predicament.
"You really are one insipid slut," he accused, amused at how oblivious she was still. "I don't know how you and I are from the same DNA."
"I ask myself that question all the time," she shot back, still adorably defiant as she pumped the cucumber in and out of her cunt.
"You're so adorable with your bimbo like defiance," he shot back, wanting to piss her off even more.
"You fucking bastaaard," she moaned.
"Fuck yourself faster," he demanded. "Fill that cunt with your new fuck toy."
"Shiiiit," she cursed.
"Are you horny?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, dammit," she frustratingly admitted, her breathing getting heavier.
"You're horny fucking yourself in front of your brother?" he clarified.
"Yes, damn you," she said, "How did you do this to me?"
"Simple chemistry," he shrugged, "you know, the class you dropped out of."
"You're such a n-n-nerd," she accused, while furiously fucking herself with the cucumber.
"Better than a bimbo slut," he countered, "who fucks herself with veggies."
"You're making me do this," she countered.
"The video looks like you're doing this all on your own," he pointed out, before asking, "Does fucking yourself with a cucumber make you feel good?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Is it bigger than your steroid boyfriend's cock?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted, before adding, "he is going to rip you to pieces when he finds out what you have done."
"I'll probably make him a cocksucker," he shrugged, the idea suddenly a very appealing one. Turning a bully into a faggot was true justice.
"He'd never," she said.
"Like you'd never fuck yourself with a cucumber," he countered.
"Damn you," she weakly said, as her orgasm continued to build.
"Each stroke of the cucumber brings you more pleasure," he added to the growing number of orders.
"Oh yessss," she moaned, obviously a few pumps away from orgasm.
"But you can only come with my permission," he added, wanting to see her beg to come.
"Bullshit," she shot back, her breathing getting erratic, clearly thinking this was one rule of the mind she could break.
Knowing she couldn't lie, he asked, "What gives you more pleasure, your new cucumber cock or your boyfriend?"
"Oh God," she moaned, her look becoming more desperate.
"Which one, slut?" he asked again, wanting to humiliate her at the same time.
"The cucumber, dammit," she snapped, furiously pumping the cucumber deep into her cunt, getting frustrated because her orgasm wouldn't come.
"Do you want to come?" he asked.
"Yesssss," she whined.
"Beg, sister slut," he ordered, loving having power over her for once.
"I'm not a sluuuut," she protested.
"Says the girl fucking herself with a cucumber," he countered.
"Just let me commmme," she pleaded, sweat pouring down her face.
"Beg then," he reiterated.
"Please, may I come," she weakly begged.
"You can do better than that," he countered.
"Damn yooooou," she cursed. After a brief pause she begged, as she continued pumping her cunt, "please big brother, let your slutty sister commmmme."
"On three, slut," he said, still filming his sister's submission.
"Please, hurrrrrry," she whimpered, her breathing so erratic she thought she may pass out.
"One, two, three," he quickly counted.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed, loud enough to wake the neighbourhood, as she collapsed back.
His cock rock hard, he put the phone away, thrilled his formula had worked exactly as he had anticipated. He quickly got out of his jeans and underwear as she continued to quiver from the much delayed orgasm.
"Do you like sucking cock?" he asked, his almost eight inch cock standing at attention, inches from his sister's face.
She opened her eyes and was staring at his cock in awe at both its length and girth, almost double the size of her boyfriend's, which seldom satisfied her. "Oh my God, Brandon!"
"Oh my God, what?" he asked, knowing that every girl who had seen his cock up close had been shocked by its size...especially on such a scrawny nerd.
"Put that away," she said, although not turning away from it.
"Do you like sucking cock?" he repeated.
"Yes, I love it," she answered honestly, although she had never had anything this big in her mouth.
"Do you want to suck mine?" I asked.
"God, yes," she answered and then covered her mouth, frustrated that the words out of her mouth weren't the same as what she was thinking. "Why are the words I plan to say different from what are coming out if my mouth?"
"The drug takes away your bullshit filter," he shrugged. "You always tell the truth."
"Shit," she said, before adding, "that's not good."
"Do you swallow?" he asked, continuing his inquisition of his sister's slut factor.
"Sometimes, but I'd rather feel it inside me," she admitted, then cursed, "Damn you, Brandon."
"How about facials?" he continued, getting more and more amused as he watched her baffled by her answers and unable to not keep looking at his cock.
"Yuck," she answered.
"How about come on those big titties of yours?"
"Mike likes to," she admitted.
He stroked his cock and asked, "Baby sister, what are you thinking about right now?"
"Having that big snake inside me," she answered, before looking up at him and adding, "Fuck, I really can't lie."
"Nope, you always say what you really want," he explained.
"Forever?" she asked, worried about the long-term impact.
"That is still up for calculation," he answered, "although it may be."
"So I can never lie to anyone?" she asked, petrified.
"Yep," he nodded, "in essence you will have to always be nice to people."
"Ugggh," she sighed.
"You're my sister slave now," he replied.
"You really want to fuck your sister?" She asked, her face giving a look of disdain.
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes, no, the question is confusing," she babbled, clearly overwhelmed.
"Sorry, for the double negative," he laughed. "I'll simplify it. Do you want to fuck your big brother?"
"God, yes," she admitted, her cunt wanting it, even though her brain thought it was disgusting.
"Am I bigger than your other boyfriends?" he asked.
"Way bigger," she nodded.
"Go ahead and stroke it, I know you want to," he offered.
"It's so big," she said, mesmerized by its sheer length and girth. "And hard," she added, as she grabbed it.
"All for you, my sister slut," he added.
His cock in front of her was mesmerizing, and she took it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the thick mushroom top.
He watched awestruck by how well the drug had worked to weaken her inhibitions and marvelling at how she was now sucking on his cock without being told. Her mouth was amazing, creating extra saliva to produce an amazing sensation unlike the few blow jobs he had had.
Backing off his cock, allowing a loud 'pop' sound to occur she asked, "Does big brother like?"
"Very much so," he nodded, loving she was doing this of her own accord, before adding, "Do you?"
"It's so big," she repeated, taking it back in her mouth.
He again smiled, knowing that she was making this decision of her own free will.
After another minute, he asked, "Does my slut sister want to get fucked?"
Her eyes went big as she took her brother's cock out of her mouth. "That would be incest," she pointed out, her hand still on his cock.
He laughed, "You just had my cock in your mouth."
"Oral isn't really sex," she countered, having sucked lots of boys, but having only had two in her pussy.
"That's ludicrous," he laughed, before asking, "So is anal sex, sex?"
"That's gross," she protested, having refused that every time it was brought up.
He smiled.
She saw his smile and begged, realizing the power he had, "Please don't make me want to have anal sex."
He shrugged, "As long as you're a good sister slave, I won't add that to your new conditioning."
Her cunt was wet and begging for attention, and she figured he wasn't bluffing about the ass threat, so she got on all fours, offering her pussy and said, "Well, what are you waiting for, big brother, make your fantasies a reality."
"Are you wanting it in the ass?" he teased, her perfect ass now staring him in the face.
"My pussy big brother, fill your sister's pussy with that big cock of yours," she offered, her tone sultry.
"I don't know," he teased, even as he got on the bed behind her, amused that she was offering her cunt without being instructed to.
"Just fuck your sister slut," she said, praying he would take her up on her offer, really wanting to feel what eight inches felt like inside her and not remotely wanting to be sodomized.
"If you insist," he smiled, as he slid his cock in her.
"Fuuuuuck," she screamed, the length and width filling her unlike any other ever had.
"You like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer, as he rested deep inside her warmth.
"God, yes," she admitted, wanting more. Without even realizing she was doing it, she began bouncing back on his cock.
"Shit, you really are an eager slut," he groaned, watching his bitch sister become his slut sister.
"You're soooo big," she moaned, bouncing on his cock, finally understanding just how good sex could be. She sucked cock to make her man happy; she got fucked because it felt all right and it made her man happy; but this was making her happy and bringing pleasure she hadn't known existed.
"Who would you rather fuck? Your boyfriend or your brother?" he asked, loving the quick transition from bitch to slut.
"You, big brotherrrrrr," she answered, her orgasm building.
"And you will be my personal cum bucket from now on?" he asked, not as a demand.
"Yessssss," she moaned, her breathing already erratic.
"And you will treat me with respect from now on, and talk me up in front of your slut friends?" he continued.
"Yessss, all my friends would love a piece of this big cock," she admitted, although she wasn't sure how to bring up such a topic.
"I'd love to bang Becky," he said. Becky was Carrie's best friend and fellow cheerleader.
"Okayyyy," she said, her orgasm so close and yet not exploding.
He kept watching his sister bounce on his cock, loving the power he had over her, partly because of the drug and partly because of his big cock. He was also amused because he knew she couldn't come until he said she could.
Realizing she couldn't come without permission, she begged, "Please let me commmmme."
"But I thought incest was wrong," he teased, quoting his sister's earlier words.
"Just let me commmmme," she begged, frustrated at not being able to.
"Come slut," he ordered, and watched as she instantly collapsed forward.
"Yessssssss, fuuuuuuuuck," she screamed, as the invisible dam broke and the most intense orgasm of her young sex life erupted through her.
He leaned forward and resumed fucking her, his own orgasm building, as she continued coming.
When he knew he wouldn't last much longer, he pulled out, stood up and ordered, "Slut, on your knees."
She quickly got off the bed and dropped to her knees as he shoved his cock in her mouth.
"From now on, you crave cum," he declared.
Instantly, she indeed craved his cum. She bobbed hungrily on his big cock.
"Tell me what you want, sister slave?"
She took his cock out of her mouth, even as she pumped it, "I want your cum in my mouth."
"Beg for it," he ordered, as he pumped his cock.
"Oh please, big brother," she begged, humiliation hitting her even as her mouth watered for her brother's cum, "Fill your sister's mouth with your cum."
"Open wide," he ordered, before seconds later shooting his cum in her mouth, although the first rope hit her on the nose.
As soon as the cum hit her mouth, she felt a sense of satisfaction, as her sudden hunger was fulfilled, and she leaned forward and took his cock back in her mouth to retrieve every last drop of his addictive seed.
"Good slut," he groaned, as she slowly milked his cock.
Pulling his cock out, he said, "You will never tell anyone about this."
"Who would I tell?" she questioned, part of her disgusted at how much she enjoyed being made into a slut by her brother, yet another part of her undeniably wanting to do it again.
"Also, you will bring me Becky soon," he added.
Her orgasm done, and now thinking straight, she said worriedly, "But she isn't going to be interested in you."
"I can make her do anything I wish," he shrugged.
"Please don't use that on her," she pleaded, not wanting to draw her best friend into the sexual submission of her nerd brother.
"Look, slut, I make the decisions here, you just obey," he said firmly.
"But...."
"Go give head to your door knob," he ordered, wanting to make a point.
"Fuck, Brandon," she sighed, as she walked to her door, "I was just trying to...." She began licking the door knob.
He explained, "Be an obedient slut and I won't humiliate you. Disobey and I will have you ass-fucking every loser in your school, is that clear?"
"Yes!" she agreed, tears beginning to stream down her face at the true breadth of power he had over her.
"Good," he nodded, "you may stop pleasuring your door knob."
She was thankful for that.
He walked to the door and asked, his cock already hard again, "Craving more cum?"
His cock pointing directly at her, she nodded, even as more tears streamed down her face, "Yes."
"I guess I can give you one more load before school," he said.
Carrie leaned forward and took his big juicy cock back in her mouth wondering how she would ever get out of this predicament.
Brandon meanwhile decided he would test it on her friend next, and maybe a few others, to make sure there were no bugs before going after Sarah and the entire firm.
Carrie bobbed for over twenty minutes, until her jaw was aching, before Brandon finally deposited a full load of his cum down her throat.
Pulling out again, he said, "I expect you here with Becky after school, is that clear?"
"Yes," she reluctantly agreed, even as she wracked her brain for a way out of this.
"And if you don't bring her, I'll take your ass," he threatened, something he planned to do anyways one of these days.
"Okay, okay, I'll bring her," she said, still on her knees.
"Good, sister slut," he said, patting her on the head.
She wanted to snap at him, but just sat there frustrated, angry and strangely horny.
He left her alone, already formulating a plan to make a video of two cheerleaders dyking out.
The rejection of the formula by that bitch Sarah just may have been be the best thing that ever happened to him.
*********
All day, Brandon was giddy with excitement. The drug had worked exactly as planned, with no unexpected side effects or immediate impact. That said, there was no way to know if Carrie, his sister, was experiencing having any side effects at school. He had made her addicted to cum on a whim and wondered how that would register in her psyche.
Brandon also was excited by the idea of being able to add to his new harem when Carrie brought her friend and fellow cheerleader, Becky, home after school.
Although he hadn't created a vaccine, nor did he plan to at the moment, he had created an immunity shot. He also injected himself with it just in case the drug got in other's hands and he was sprayed. It was a defence that would block the drug from getting to the nervous system, acting like birth control pills when preventing a pregnancy.
The video camera was ready to go, but when Carrie returned home she was surprisingly alone. She stomped into the house and snapped, "Brandon, what the fuck have you done to me?"
Brandon was surprised by the angry reaction, but assumed, happily, that the drug must still be working. He got up from the couch and asked in the same smug confidence as this morning, "I think I already explained that."
"Damn it, I need cum so bad, you bastard," she announced with venom as she stomped to her brother, glaring at him the whole time, dropped to her knees and fished out his cock. She took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and began sucking as if her life depended on it. He instantly realized his order to make her crave cum was definitely having an impact.
Brandon was surprised by the aggressive act and realized he needed to be less flippant with life-altering orders in the future. He also wondered how long she had been craving cum. As she bobbed hungrily, another curiosity popped into his head: could he alter earlier suggestions, or had he made her a cum craving slut forever? He could keep it that way for sure, and definitely planned to get his revenge on Sarah Lodge with such everlasting impact, but his sister...he wasn't so sure any longer...although a live-in cum addicted slut would definitely have its benefits.
Of course, after a couple of minutes of deep-throat sloppy cocksucking, Brandon was shooting his load in her mouth and satisfying her need for cum.
Once his deposit was complete, she stood up, the anger back in her eyes, "That's the fourth load I've sucked today."
"Really?" Brandon asked, curious.
"Really!" She snapped. "You've made me addicted to cum. After about an hour it's all I can think about."
"Mike must be happy," Brandon quipped, for some reason enjoying her plight...revenge for years of being treated like crap by her, although he was going to try and rectify the addiction...eventually.
"Mike wasn't around after lunch so I ended up sucking some nerd I can't even name on the promise he wouldn't tell anyone," she continued, clearly ready to kill me.
"Well, the nerd is probably a better guy than Mike anyway," the amused brother shrugged, flippantly.
"Fucking fix it," she roared.
"Where is Becky?" Brandon asked.
"She will be here in half an hour, she had detention," she answered. "Now fix it before she gets here."
"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not sure I can fix it," he admitted, actually curious how powerful the drug was.
"Well, fucking try!" she snapped, still furious.
"Cluck like a duck," Brandon ordered, wanting to remind her who was in charge.
"What the...cluck-cluck-cluck," she began, while moving her arms.
He chuckled, "You may stop."
Her anger softening slightly, she shifted to pleading, "Please, Brandon. I can't take this any longer."
"Be a nice sister and do as you're told without the anger and pretentiousness and I'll attempt to at least end the cum cravings," he offered.
"Can't you take it all away?" she asked.
"I don't think so, I think you'll always obey whatever anyone tells you," he admitted with a shrug, "but you're the guinea pig, so who knows for sure."
"I can't believe you did this to me," she said, still angry, but not yelling anymore.
"Truthfully, you did this to yourself," he pointed out, "if you weren't such a bitch I wouldn't have tested it first on you."
"Whatever," she shrugged, still not able to just be nice.
"Go get a cucumber from the fridge and fuck yourself," he ordered, going to continue to make her do slutty things until she accepted her position and became a nicer person.
"Brandon, please, stop this," she protested, again, even as she walked to the kitchen. "I'm not some bimbo slut. I demand that you give me an order not to do this."
"Okay," he agreed, adding to the task, and wondering if she would ever learn, "finger your ass while fucking your cunt with a cucumber."
"You fucking bastard," she accused from the kitchen, as he heard the fridge open. "Please don't make me do this, I'm your sister. This is so sick and twisted and illegal. And if I ever figure out how to end this I'm going tooooooo, fuck it's cold, end you."
Brandon walked in the kitchen and saw his bitch sister, the fridge still open, fucking her cunt with a cucumber while also trying to finger her ass. It was both hot and hilarious and he pulled out his phone. "Tell the cucumber how much you love it," he ordered, as he began filming.
She glared at her brother, but obeyed like she had to, "Oh yes, cucumber, I love you so much. You're such a good fuck toy, filling my cunt so nicely."
"Is your new best friend bigger than Mike?" Brandon questioned.
"So much bigger," she moaned, clearly getting off from the makeshift vegetable fuck toy.
"So who's in charge?" He asked.
"You are, dammit," she admitted frustratingly, even as she was apparently getting close to orgasm.
"Do you want to come?" Brandon questioned, even though he knew the answer.
"Yesss, dammit," she again admitted, clearly mortified by her inability to resist the pleasure she was giving herself.
"Each derogatory name gets you hotter and hotter," he began, "but you can only come when I call you a bimbo sister slave."
"Okaaaaaaay," she moaned, clearly close to reaching orgasm.
"Come my sister slut, my dirty whore, my cum slut bitch," he listed, greatly amused. Each one making her twitch and moan, but not allowing her to cum.
"Please call me a bimbo sister slave," she begged, as she furiously fucked herself with the cucumber, while half her finger also filled her asshole.
"You want to be my bimbo?" Brandon asked.
"Yes, your bimbo sister slave," she repeated, as if her words could allow her to reach orgasm.
"My bimbo sister slut," he teased, only saying two of the three words.
"Damn yooooou," she whined, her breathing getting erratic, her desire to come overriding everything else.
"Just remember who is in charge, bimbo sister slave," he finally gave in, noticing she was barely able to stand up.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed, as the long rejected orgasm finally cascaded through her.
Brandon filmed the entire thing, immensely enjoying watching his sister's utterly humiliating submission, even as he pondered his real objective...the complete humiliation of Sarah Lodge. Based on just one small dose, his sister was a complete submissive, obedient slut, albeit with her strong-willed personality and attitude still very much alive. He liked that; he liked the idea that Sarah would know and understand exactly what was happening to her, hate it completely, and yet be unable to prevent herself from obeying.
Suddenly, he was brought back to reality when the doorbell rang.
"You may put your new toy away," he ordered, "while I get the door." He originally wasn't going to spray Becky, just see if he could get his sister to convince her to have a lesbian twosome, which would turn into a threesome, but he decided he wanted to test the drug on another person and see if the results were the same.
"No, I'll get it," Carrie said, pulling the cucumber out of her cunt.
"Clean your cum off the cucumber first, my slut," Brandon ordered, before adding, "then put it back in the fridge and wait for me in your bedroom."
"Damn you," she cursed, frustrated that she couldn't disobey him, "don't you spray her too," before she began licking the cucumber and retrieving her own pussy juice.
"Actually, take the cucumber upstairs and resume fucking yourself," he ordered, "you clearly still do not understand the concept of obedience."
"Fuck, Brandon, I'm going to find a way out of this," she began, even as she began stomping to her bedroom.
"Fuck your ass with the cucumber," he added, shaking his head at her humorous threats.
"Please, no," she begged, but her voice was fading as the doorbell rang a second time.
He went to the door and opened it. He smiled at the fact that Becky was still in her cheerleading outfit. Being a nerd in high school who was completely ignored by the cheerleaders and popular girls, his fantasy was to make one his slut...which he was about to do now.
She gave him her usual look of disdain and asked, "Is your sister home?"
"Yes," Brandon nodded, "come on in."
She was walking by him when he sprayed her directly in the face.
"What the hell was that?" She snapped.
"A mind control spray," he answered rather nonchalantly.
"A what?" She questioned, hearing the words, but not processing them.
"You're quite the bitch aren't you?" He accused, smiling smugly, ignoring answering her question.
"Says the loser who still lives at home," she shot back, surprised by his words. He was usually so meek and usually was drooling over her like some love sick puppy.
"Give me your panties," he ordered.
"Excuse me?" she questioned, stunned by the gall of the nerd.
"It was only three words, were they actually all that confusing?" He asked, even as he watched her tug her panties down.
"What the hell?" She said, feeling she must comply with his ridiculous demand. Taking them off, she handed them to the pathetic nerd.
"Do you like sucking cock?" He asked.
"Not really," she answered, doing it because it was what was expected by her college boyfriend and it usually got her what she wanted. Realizing she had answered his question, she then added, not remotely trying to hide her complete disgust at him, "Not that you would ever have a clue about what getting head feels like."
"Knees, bitch," he ordered, hating her pretentious I'm-better-than-you-because-I'm-pretty attitude.
"Not in a million yearrrrrrs," she scoffed, even as she dropped to her knees. "What the fuck?" She questioned, as she obeyed the nerd's order.
"Mind...control...spray," he said, purposely slowly, mocking her.
"You can't be serious," she said, trying to stand up, but her body wouldn't move from her submissive position.
"You will obey any order given to you by any person for the rest of your life," he explained.
"Fuck you," she snapped, his words pissing her off, even as they scared her.
"That's part of the plan," he nodded.
"Never," she defiantly replied, even though she was beginning to realize she was in a bit of a predicament.
"Give me the best blow job you possibly can," he ordered, as he pulled his cock out from his pants.
'Holy shit,' she thought to herself, 'the nerd has a huge cock'. Yet, there was no way she was sucking her best friend's loser brother's dick, no matter how big it was. Yet, even as she thought it, she felt her body lean forward and take it in her lips.
"Good slut," he groaned, as she began bobbing.
'Why can't I stop obeying him?' she pondered, as she bobbed back and forth, anger boiling inside her. How long did this drug last?
He added to her conditioning, this time just a temporary order, knowing word choice was crucial, "Each forward bob while sucking my cock gets you hornier and hornier."
'That's fucking ridiculous,' she thought to herself as she continued slowly sucking his cock. Yet, after a couple more bobs she could feel her pussy getting excited. 'Shit,' she thought to herself, realizing just how powerful this drug was.
He continued, "Be a good, obedient slut and I won't add lifelong instructions to your condition, unlike I have to Carrie."
Her eyes went wide for two reasons. One, the term 'lifelong' terrified her. Not having control of her body and maybe even her mind was utterly terrifying. Two, what had he done to Carrie? Even as her brain considered her predicament, her body was getting more and more excited. Out of the blue, she thought to herself, 'Fuck, this cock would feel good in me.' Just as quickly, she scolded herself for thinking something so disgusting.
Brandon asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth, "Do you swallow?"
"Sometimes," she answered, knowing she had to. Before he could say anything else, she pleaded, "Please, don't do this to me."
Ignoring her pleas, he asked, "Do you let your college boyfriend shoot his load all over your face?"
"No," she shook her head, the idea completely disgusting.
"But you will let me coat your face with my cum?" He asked.
She paused. She understood that he could just make her say it; she also understood that he was likely not bluffing with the whole life-long threat. So, even though it disgusted her, the idea completely vile, especially coming from this nerd, she answered, "Yes, you can coat my face with your cum."
"You're a lot quicker learner than my bimbo sister," he nodded, approvingly.
She was curious as hell what he had done to her, but knew that the best way out of this situation was just to give him what he wanted...and she was good at giving guys what they wanted anyway...this wasn't anything new...just a means to an end. So, figuring the quicker she got him off, the quicker this may be over, she leaned forward and began sucking again, this time at a much faster pace.
He groaned, "Apparently, my new cheerleading slut wants to get off."
That was not the original plan, but as she sucked him, she could feel her own orgasm rising. It usually took forever for Becky to get off. She had never reached orgasm from fucking, only from oral, and only once...at cheerleading camp when the older coach got her off one evening. Her only other orgasms came from her fingers. Yet, she sensed a different pleasure as she sucked him, one much more intense in its build up than any previous sexual experience, with a person or solo.
"You will reach orgasm the minute your pretty face is coated with cum," Brandon announced, after a couple minutes of eager dick sucking from the cheerleader. Her moans were increasing the longer she sucked and she was now taking over six inches in her mouth with slobbery excitement.
'Fuck, I need to come so bad,' she thought to herself as she hungrily sucked his cock. Hearing his last words, she doubled her efforts to get him off; the idea of a facial no longer disgusting, but exciting.
"It will be the most intense orgasm you have ever had," he added, being sure to keep the additions to the moment at hand.
'Fuck, I'm going to come,' she moaned, no longer caring about whose dick was in her mouth, but only on the promise at hand.
Ready to erupt, he pulled out and instantly sprayed his load all over her face.
She closed her mouth just as the first spray of sticky, surprisingly warm, cum splattered her face. Instantly, the orgasm that had been boiling just underneath the surface erupted like a ten on the Richter Scale and she screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
Brandon smiled, his phone slyly filming her submission as the second, third and fourth rope of cum rocketed out of his cock and onto the cheerleader's beautiful face.
The orgasm was as promised as it caused tremble after tremble, coursing through her entire being. More cum landed on her face and some in her mouth as she had opened it to scream.
Upstairs, a frustrated, angry, and horny Carrie heard her best friend scream, and was crestfallen at the assumption she too had been conditioned. Her ass also burned, the thick cucumber unnaturally widening her virgin ass. Suddenly the well-used cucumber broke in half. Looking down mortified, she couldn't see half the cucumber, but could feel it lodged in her ass. She screamed, "Brandon, get up here right now."
Even as her orgasm kept rumbling through her, Becky asked, "Carrie is herrrre?"
"She's upstairs being punished for her disobedience," he explained.
"Ohhhh," was all she could muster as she focused on the pleasure she was still enjoying.
Brandon, phone now directly in front of her, ordered, "Smile for the camera."
She looked up and saw his phone. She begged, "Please, don't," not wanting him to have evidence of her humiliating, yet satisfying, experience.
"Just do as you're told," he demanded.
Knowing she had no choice, she looked into the phone, her face coated with cum, and smiled.
As he took picture after picture, he praised her. "Good girl."
The condescending words pissed her off, yet she hid that anger as she instead played along, "Thank you."
"For what?" He asked, surprised by her words.
She admitted the truth, but mostly to pacify him, understanding petting his ego was likely the best way to avoid being disciplined or turned into a life-long something or other, "I've never had such a powerful orgasm."
"I could make every orgasm feel like that," he nodded, before adding, "if you continue being a good girl."
"I will," she nodded, playing him like she had so many other guys before with her seductive voice, sultry looks and sexual allure.
"Get up here, Brandon," Carrie yelled, both pissed off and annoyed.
"We should go check on princess bitch," Brandon said, looking forward to witnessing his first girl-on-girl act soon.
"What did you do to her?" Becky asked, curious.
"Quite a lot," Brandon answered, "she is not a quick learner."
"She's very stubborn," Becky added. Although Carrie was her best friend, it always annoyed her that Carrie thought she was always the top dog.
Brandon, noticing just the slightest hint of resentment from Becky towards his sister, asked, "Do you want me to make Carrie your personal pussy pleaser?"
"Seriously?" She asked, the offer instantly appealing. She greatly resented always being second string to Carrie.
"I can make her unable to disobey you," he explained.
"Brandon! Get up here," she screamed yet again, unknowingly adding to her mind control expectations.
"Yes or no?" Brandon asked.
"Yes," she decided immediately, a bigger plan formulating in her head. If she played nice with nerd wonder maybe she could convince him to use the drug on others she disliked.
"Cool," he nodded, "follow me."
A moment later, Brandon walked into his sister's room and erupted in laughter. "You must have really been fucking that ass of yours."
"Fucking get it out," she demanded, fire in her eyes.
Just then Becky walked in and gasped. She knew Carrie was being punished, but this was a surprise.
"Oh no," Carrie said, seeing the cum all over her best friend's face, "You fucker, you said you wouldn't do her."
"Carrie, no talking for two minutes," he ordered.
Carrie tried to talk, yet her mouth wouldn't move. 'Fuck,' she cursed to herself, yet again.
"You will never do anything to harm Becky by either attempting to give her an order or attempting to reveal her secret to anyone," he instructed.
Carrie thought to herself, 'Of course. I wouldn't anyway.'
Brandon turned to Becky and said, "She is yours, but I must insist I want to watch some girl-on-girl action."
"Oh, that you will," the conniving cheerleader smiled, as she walked to the bed and said, "From now on I'm in charge."
Carrie wanted to protest, to plead or attempt to rationalize, yet watched helplessly as her so called best friend got on the bed, straddled her face and ordered, "Lick my box."
Carrie was helpless to do anything but obey, even as her anger and shame doubled. As she began licking, she felt hands on hips.
"Are you going to fuck your sister?" Becky asked, shocked and yet turned on by the taboo act.
"She loves her big brother's cock," Brandon answered, creating an act of incest in front of another person.
"That is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Becky said, watching the incestuous act. She again wondered if she could manipulate the nerd to get a few bitches to be her pets, including her nagging bitch of a mom.
"Watching you straddle my sister is pretty hot too," Brandon countered, as he began fucking his sister.
Carrie licked her best friend's pussy while simultaneously getting fucked by her brother. She was mortified, yet undeniably equally turned on...which only frustrated her more. Also, the cucumber still lodged in her ass made for a strange completely full sensation which only added to her frustrating arousal.
"Suck my clit, slut," Becky ordered, her orgasm building quickly as she watched a brother-sister sex act.
Carrie immediately obeyed, taking the swollen clit between her lips.
"Oh yes, my new full time cunt licker, get your Mistress off," Becky demanded.
Brandon smiled at the term Mistress and added, "Carrie, Becky is your Mistress from now on as well."
'Fuck', Carrie cursed to herself, this avalanche of humiliation just wouldn't end, just as her face was coated with wetness. To her surprise, the taste was pleasant and she lapped up as much as she could even as she cursed both of them.
Becky got off and ordered, "Beg your brother to fuck your ass, my slut."
"Please, noooo, don't do this Becky, you're my best friend," Carrie pleaded.
Becky continued, shaking her head, "And now I have a best friend with benefits. You will dump Mike tonight."
"Nooo, I'm sorry for being a bitch," Carrie whined, desperate to keep some semblance of control in her life.
"And you'll ask out that nerd you blew and showcase him with you wherever you go," Brandon added.
"Noooooooo," Carrie whined, even as the pleasure from getting fucked countered her mortification.
"Who did you blow, slut?" Becky asked curiously.
"I don't know his name," Carrie admitted.
"What's he look like?" Becky questioned, loving seeing how quickly the mighty had fallen.
"He's in our English classsss," Carrie answered, her orgasm building again.
"Mitch, in the front row?" Becky asked, smiling deliciously at the possibility.
"Yesssss, that's him," Carrie nodded, ashamed and yet unable to do anything about her situation.
"Delicious," she nodded.
"You're supposed to be my friend," Carrie pointed out, angry at being betrayed even by her.
"I was never your friend," Becky harshly responded, "You were just at the top of the hierarchy, so I had to befriend you, but the hierarchy is about to change."
"You bitch!" Carrie snapped, feeling completely betrayed.
"Beg your brother to fuck your ass," Becky ordered.
"It's full of cucumber," Carrie answered, oddly suddenly thankful to have had it break off in her ass.
"Can you get it out, stud?" Becky asked, turning on her charm.
"I think so," Brandon nodded, the idea of fucking his sister's ass a major turn-on.
He pulled out and Carrie begged, "Brandon, please don't do this."
Becky interrupted and ordered, "You now crave cock in your ass."
"Nooo," Carrie whined, tears streaming down her face.
Brandon cautioned, "Be careful how you word your instructions, Becky, otherwise they will be permanent, and those are very dangerous."
Becky reworded, "You crave your brother's cock in your ass now."
"Better," Brandon nodded, although not sure how Carrie's muddled brain would take the first order. "Got it," he declared a few seconds later as he pulled the broken cucumber from his sister's ass.
"Now beg, slut," Becky ordered, reaching down and slapping Carrie's clit. She couldn't believe how much she loved this power and only wished she hadn't been sprayed herself.
Having no choice, she begged weakly, "Please, fuck my ass, big brother."
"You can do better than that," Becky scolded, "Beg for it like you've never wanted anything more in your life, but be as vulgar as hell."
Carrie glared at her former best friend, determined to find a way to make her pay, but obeyed as she had been programmed to do by the drug. "Oh big brother, slam that big fuck stick up your sister's virgin slut hole. Fill it deep so I know what it feels like to be a dirty, anal, fucking ass whore like Becky."
"You will not only dump Mike, but announce to everyone that it is because he is a small dicked faggot," Becky instructed, before adding, "can you spray him, too?"
Brandon nodded, "The drug works on both sexes equally."
"So you could turn him into a faggot?" Becky questioned.
"No, don't," Carrie pleaded.
"Too late, you dumb slut," Becky said, shaking her head. "Every act of defiance will come with a harsh consequence."
Brandon nodded, "I can make him crave cum or even be a bottom."
"God, yes, seeing that prick become addicted to prick is fucking hot," Becky nodded, her cunt getting tingly again.
Brandon, amused as hell, decided now was the time to take his sister's anal virginity. He moved his cock to her inviting back door entrance and pushed forward.
"Fuuuuuuck," Carrie screamed, as her ass was filled again.
"Are you going to be a good little obedient puppy?" Becky asked Carrie, talking to her like she was indeed a puppy.
"Yes," Carrie nodded, through gritted teeth as her ass got filled deeper than the cucumber ever went.
"Yes, what?" Becky asked.
"Yes, Mistressss," Carrie answered after a moment of thought to recall what her bitch ex best friend had expected. Yet, the pain of her brother's big cock was making her ass burn.
"You only have pleasure from a cock in your ass, Carrie," Brandon said, creating a nice subliminal order in her head.
Carrie instantly felt the pain disappear and felt a slight pleasure begin to build.
Becky said, "I can't believe you're fucking your sister's ass."
Brandon, noticing Becky trying to control the situation, decided to reclaim authority and make it clear who was really in charge, "Becky, bend over and show me that ass of yours."
Becky's face paled. "Please, not me too."
Brandon smiled, "Becky, I see through you."
"Pardon?" she asked, trying to turn the charm back on.
"You're trying to manipulate me with your looks," he said, "but understand that you are my slut too. One disobedience and I can make your life miserable."
"Baby," she said, pulling out all the stops.
Pulling out of his sister's ass, he ordered, "Both of you, on all fours, your sweet asses facing me."
Carrie, suddenly enjoying the ass fucking and also enjoying the sudden shift in Becky's plight, immediately obeyed.
Becky, realizing she was in trouble tried one more time to get out of being ass fucked, something she had done a few times, again a means to an end, but never enjoyed at all. "Please, Master, anything but my ass."
Brandon sighed, even though he liked the term 'Master', "This isn't a negotiation. Do as you're fucking told or I will make you go door to door offering your ass to every Tom, Dick and Harry."
Seeing what he had already done to Carrie, she didn't try to counter, but instead got into the position instructed, now side-by-side with Carrie.
Brandon moved behind his sister and slid his cock back into her ass. From this doggy-style position, he could really fuck as slow or fast as he wanted.
Carrie moaned when her ass was filled again, the rising pleasure immediately returning...a pleasure different from getting fucked in her pussy, but equally pleasurable.
Brandon asked, "Becky, have you ever been ass fucked?"
"Yes, Master," she answered, still trying to manipulate him with her sexy voice and submissive terms.
"A lot?" he asked.
"Define a lot," she smiled seductively.
"More than five times," Brandon clarified.
"Then yes, a lot," she nodded, thinking it had been about a couple dozen give or take. Her current college boyfriend preferred her ass to her other two holes of late.
Carrie couldn't help herself and scoffed, "And I'm the slut."
"You're taking your brother's dick in your ass," Becky countered.
"Not by choice," Carrie refuted.
"Ladies, you're both sluts and that has nothing to do with what I have done to you," Brandon clarified, as he pulled out of his sister, before adding, "I just upped the ante."
Becky saw him moving to her, felt his hands on her hips, and grimaced.
"Beg, Becky," Brandon ordered, "prove to me you are worth not turning into a complete cum slut bimbo."
Becky's eyes went wide and she immediately replied, desperate to be allowed to keep as much of herself as possible, "Oh, please Master, slam that big snake of yours in my shit hole, use me as your three hole full service cum buckettttttt." She screamed the last word as he pushed his dick into her ass. Although she had been ass fucked many times, his cock was longer and thicker than any she'd had before, which created an intense burning sensation.
Carrie wanted to say something smug, but didn't, knowing that she had no power over Becky, but conversely Becky had control over her...something she would be talking to her brother about later.
Brandon loved the power of taking an ass...it was the ultimate euphoria. He was the man, he was in charge and he could take whatever he wanted from this cheerleader bitch. It was revenge for all the years of ridicule, all the years of being ignored by pretty women.
Becky gripped the pillow, trying to deal with the pain that was only magnifying the deeper he went.
Brandon considered giving her an order to enjoy the ass fucking, but instead wanted to teach her a lesson. She wasn't going to play him.
Carrie smiled, loving watching Becky in sheer pain, the smallest amount of vindication for the humiliation she had been forced to go through so far and the additional humiliation she would apparently have to suffer in the future. Dumping Mike, dating the nerd whose name she had already forgotten again, this was all too much.
Brandon, having already come in his sister's mouth and on Becky's face was in for the long haul.
Once all in, he began fucking Becky's ass, not remotely caring if she was enjoying herself, but taking out years of public humiliation on the cheerleader...a symbol of all he resented in retrospect.
Becky, meanwhile, whimpered, the pain not going away.
"Beg to be fucked hard," Brandon ordered.
She had no choice and prayed her nasty talk would get him off quicker. "Pound my asshole, Master. Fill my rear with that massive cock of yours."
Brandon continuing slamming into her ass for a couple more minutes before pulling out and slamming into his sister.
Carrie moaned, the cock in her ass feeling so good, "Oh yes, big brother, fill my ass with your cock, it feels so good."
Becky glared at Carrie knowing the order she had been given even as her ass burned.
Brandon went back and forth for the next few minutes between both tight assholes. He smiled thinking who would have ever guessed he would one day have two cheerleader's willingly giving him their asses, willingly being a subjective descriptor.
Eventually, Becky began to slightly enjoy the ass fucking, the pain never completely going away though. Carrie, meanwhile, was close to coming almost every time he fucked her, but he always pulled out before she could.
Finally, Brandon knew he was going to come, but couldn't decide whose ass he should fill. Realizing his sister's ass would always be available to deposit a load in, he demanded, "Beg to have me fill your ass with cum, Becky."
Becky, thankful the humiliating sodomy was almost done, begged, as she smirked at Carrie, "Oh please, Master, fill my asshole with your gooey cum and then make your bitch sister retrieve it."
Carrie glared at her as her brother concurred, "That is a great idea."
A few seconds later he exploded his third load in an hour, something he had only previously done with his hand while watching online porn, in the hot cheerleader.
"Oh yes," Becky faked, "that feels sooooo good."
As soon as he pulled out, he ordered, "Carrie, you are likely beginning to crave cum again, so go ahead and retrieve your Master's cum from your Mistress's asshole."
Carrie was furious, again, but obeyed because she had no choice and, sadly, he was right, the cravings had begun.
As Carrie licked her friend's gaping asshole, Brandon watched, already thinking about going after Sarah Lodge. He ordered, as he got dressed, "Get into a sixty-nine, my sluts."
Both obeyed without any argument and were soon licking each other's cunts, both close to their own respective orgasms.
After a couple of minutes, Brandon said, as he began filming the two new lesbians, "Whoever gets the other off first doesn't have to find someone to eat out tomorrow at school."
Becky, wanting to be top dog, immediately began licking faster and fingering her former best friend.
Carrie, sick of being humiliated and wanting to see the shoe on the other foot, also began licking faster, sucking on Becky's clit.
Both cheerleader's were determined to win and Brandon filmed the whole hot stroke worthy scene. Suddenly, he heard the front door close and slyly moved away just as Becky screamed, "Dammmmmmmmmn it!"
Brandon quickly went to his room, opened his window to sneak out and smiled when he heard his mother say a minute later, "Oh my God!!"