Sometime during the night Dameon awoke his stepmother with a hard slap to her naked ass and shoved her roughly out of bed and onto the floor on the opposite side from his sister. Then he addressed Salena, "Crawl up here, bitch!" She started to get to her feet but he growled, "I said CRAWL!"
Obediently, the young woman got down on her hands and knees, shuffled to the bedside, and climbed up into the bed beside her stepbrother. He reached over and took a breast in his hand, giving it a cruel squeeze. She winced and clenched her eyes shut as tears of pain slipped from them. "Do you want it?" he asked her. "Do you want my cock inside your cunt as it has been inside your mouth and as it has been inside your mother?"
"Please Master," she begged. "My body is yours to use as you please whenever you please. Can you not just get on with the using of it without humiliating me further? Is it not enough that I am now owned by my younger stepbrother and completely at your disposal without making me express a false desire to do so?"
He tightened his grip on the breast and began pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Salena whimpered with increased agony. On the floor beside the bed her mother, Alicia, wept silently, both for the torment to which her daughter was being subjected and with shame for her own desire of earlier, a desire which was now beginning to reassert itself in the form of a moistening cunt and hardening nipples.
"False?" he asked in a mocking manner. "I think not. I think you want it as badly as your whore mother wanted it earlier. Were I to put my hand down between your legs would I not find it soaking wet with need right now ---------- as wet as it was when you were drinking my cum in the great hall?"
So he knew! Salena had been unable to hide it from him. She was engulfed in shame!
Suddenly Alicia rose to her knees, head bowed, and said to Dameon, "Please Master, I am here and ready. Please take me again. Please do that and spare my daughter, your sister, further torment! PLEASE Master!"
"I wasn't speaking to you!" he snapped at her without looking at her. "Get back down on the floor and keep quiet!"
Miserably the woman obeyed.
Dameon gave Salena's breast a hard twist, causing her to cry out, and reminded her, "I asked you a question, answer it!"
She was defeated. There was no way to retain any dignity. One touch to her female area would give the lie to any further denial of the desire she felt ------------ desire he had FORCED her to feel!
"Yes Master," she finally admitted. "Yes, I want it, I NEED it! Please Master! Please take me, Master! PLEASE MASTER!"
"Slut!" he growled as he rolled over on top of her. His entry of her was rough and his fucking of her was brutal! ------ But it was what she craved! She hated her younger stepbrother ---- now her master and owner ----- with every fiber of her being but her woman's body craved him and this sort of treatment like a thirsty woman in the desert craved water! She had only done it once before ----- about a year earlier ----- with a boy of another wealthy family and found it less than fully satisfactory. But that had been very different than this. That boy had not only been fumbling and inexperienced, he had also been considerate and gentle. The way she had always been taught to believe she should want to be treated by a lover. This, however, was something altogether different. This was brutality and abuse. This was an act of dominance and force. Were she not his property to use, it would be considered rape. ---------------- And she realized that she craved it more than she ever had the gentle / considerate treatment. Then she remembered how her mother had begged and pleaded for satisfaction earlier in the night while being rough fucked by their young master. Was this the case with all women? Was this the dark, secret need and curse of being born female? Did all humans born with holes between their legs rather than cocks, in the innermost, most shameful center of their psyches, crave to be treated as lowly slaves during sex rather than ladies? Was their true desire not to be made love to but to be fucked dominantly and roughly, to be RAPED?
"I'm about to pump my seed into you," her stepbrother finally told her. "Do you beg permission to cum with me?"
She knew that she should be afraid and concerned about the chance of being impregnated by him, about the possibility of giving birth in nine months to either a boy who would be raised by his father to despise and loath his own mother for being a slave or to a female slave child to be sold on the open market once she came of sellable age. That was what she SHOULD be thinking. But she wasn't thinking with her brain at that point. She was thinking solely with her throbbing, dripping cunt!
"Yes Master!" she cried out. "Please permit me to cum, Master!" PLEASE MASTER!"
"Cum slave," he commanded as he began pumping his hot seed deep within her. Beneath him his stepsister / slave screamed out her release and began bucking and thrashing as wave after wave of animalistic lust buffeted her naked body.
Down on the floor Alicia wept. She wept not with sadness and helplessness that she could do nothing to help her abused daughter, nor with the hatred she now felt for her stepson who now owned both her and Salena. Instead, in this hot moment of intense sexual desire and need, she wept with jealousy at her daughter for being granted satisfaction where she had not been! --------- Then she wept with shame at feeling that toward her daughter.
Much later, as the sun was beginning to creep in through the drawn window curtain, Dameon rose from the bed and began to leave the room. "I'm going to go prepare for the day," he told both conquered women. "Get dressed and join me in the great hall in no more than half an hour."
