Sabrina looked at him long and hard before saying the one thing Connor wasn't prepared for.
"I want you to fuck your sister."
**********
Connor didn't think he heard the words right.
"You...can't be serious." The disbelief colored his voice, and he sank to his knees.
Mistress Sabrina looked at him with a hint of contempt. "Really...is that all? No more defiance? Just that pathetic look of 'Is this really happening to me?' on your handsome face." She threw her head back with a harsh laugh. "You, little boy, definitely deserve to belong to someone like me. You will fuck your sister. In fact, the three of us are going to have sooo much fun later. You will see."
Sabrina left with Connor looking at the floor, wishing he could sink into it.
Time passed. It was hard to tell how much or how little. Eventually a tray of food was passed to him by a masked woman, apparently one of Sabrina's trained sex servants. He tried to engage the woman in conversation - did she know a way out, would she free him? - but the servant would say nothing, and his hopes slumped once again.
He sat with his ankle attached to the long chain and his wrists shackled in front of him. That was when something strange began to happen. His vision swam. His head felt foggy, and his muscles, they didn't quite respond as quickly as they had just moments before.
'That bitch,' he thought viciously. 'She drugged my food!'
*****
Sometime later Connor awoke. He was kneeling with both arms suspended to chains above his head. Someone had pierced each of his nipples with tiny silver hoops and put a leather collar around his neck.
"Oooh. Look, Slave Gracie. Your brother has awoken. Start your duties now if you want me to spare his life." Connor recognized Sabrina's sultry yet wicked voice. His eyes widened in horror as his slender blonde sister approached, naked as the day of her birth.
"Hello brother," she said seductively, kneeling right away and taking his cock in her hands. She began to fondle his testicles even as her tongue ran along the head of his cock, making swipes at the tip.
"Uuuhh...Please stop!" he begged. Yet whatever aphrodisiac they'd used on her, it still had the gorgeous-looking girl firmly under its spell. The sexy blonde's ample breasts jiggled as she began to smother Connor's cock in her mouth, her head bobbing in such fast, jerking motions. He tried to hold back the gathering lust...but it was no use. He felt her warm mouth encompass him, lovingly cradle his cock as her tongue caressed every inch of his manhood. Soon his cock's tip was leaking pre-cum, and the slickness of Gracie's saliva made his shaft vanish more and more swiftly between her lips.
"MMmm...You have a glorious cock, brother." She drew her mouth off of him, just temporarily, her one hand still grasping and pumping his now rigid penis even as two strings of pre-cum dangled from her bottom lip. She stared at Connor's cock, seeming to admire it. As if she wanted to worship it.
"Do you want that big, hard cock in your pussy Gracie?" Sabrina approached from behind the slender blonde girl. She carried a riding crop in her hands. When Gracie didn't reply fast enough, she smacked the crop pointedly against Gracie's perfectly shaped ass cheeks. Then she swatted the crop across Gracie's sensitive tits.
"OW! Yes Mistress," Gracie admitted.
"Well too bad. First you have to earn it." She glanced over her shoulder. "Now come here, Vanik. Vanik, where the hell are you?"
A burly, barrel-chested slave with an obscenely long cock came from the shadows in the corner of the dungeon cell. He was Sabrina's only trustworthy male slave. The only one she could leave completely without restraints and know that he would obey. He was Hispanic, and his shoulders rippled with veins while bristling with muscle. He eyed Gracie like a fresh piece of meat. Something to be fucked or perhaps eaten.
"What does my Mistress require?" he said in his deep, raspy tone.
"Fuck this little slut's pussy. Make it rough and nasty."
Vanik nodded. "As you say, Mistress."
Before Gracie knew what was happening she was on her hands and knees behind Connor, Connor's ass right in front of her face. Vanik was spreading her pale ass cheeks, slipping two saliva-coated fingers between her pouting pussy lips as a third finger gently rimmed her labia, creating this delicious competition of mounting sensation. He admired the way she squirmed under his touch. The way every single, deft change in how his two fingers penetrated her would force Gracie to shift her hips this way or that.
"Stop toying with the bitch. I want her stuffed full of cock," Sabrina said. "And you, you little blonde cock-tease, I want you to lick your brother's ass. It's the least you can do to earn his cock!"
"Yes Mistress!" Gracie gasped, her breasts aching with desire as Vanik's shaft suddenly plunged between her labia, fucking her in one vicious thrust.
"AAhhhh...Tight fit! Move those hips back at me. Fuck yourself, bitch!" Vanik growled his commands as Gracie slammed her pussy back to meet his cruel thrusts. The constant friction sent so many stimuli through her sex-craved body. Her arousal coiled more and more tightly within her loins and everywhere else as feminine instinct took over, unlocked by the drug's power.
"Yessss...ahhh," she practically crooned. "Fuck my pussy so hard...aaahhh...make my teeth rattle, you bastard!" She groaned as he fucked her so roughly that the sound of their joining bodies was no more than a series of violent smacks. Her breasts shook with the force of his thrusts, flying forward each time his cock slid between her pussy lips, enjoying the seal of her sex lips for only the briefest time before withdrawing for a fresh and pulverizing thrust.
Meanwhile the big-breasted Latina watched it all with a critical eye. Sabrina took a lit candle and gingerly poured drips of wax down Gracie's smooth back.
"AAAHh OW!" Gracie moaned.
"What did I say, cunt? Get your face in there. Your brother's ass has been thoroughly washed, along with the rest of him. I want to see your tongue laving out his puckered hole. Get busy!"
Saying that harsh command Sabrina knelt down, pinching each of Gracie's sore nipples firmly enough to make her moan with a painful-pleasurable stab of stimulation.
"Y-yes Mistress. I will," Gracie said reluctantly. She had never licked out a person's ass before, but it seemed preferable to having her poor breasts pinched for just another second. They were still so tender. Gracie leaned forward, tentatively flicking her tongue at Connor's star-shaped hole.
"Gracie no! What are you doing?" Connor begged. "Stop! You don't have to listen to the evil bitch."
'But I do,' Gracie thought somewhat sadly. The rising tide of lust soon swamped her regret though, and her moans became muffled as she licked out Connor's ass and felt Vanik's cock plunging into her snatch like a jackhammer. The constant plowing of Vanik's thick cock deep into her sex had her breasts aching fiercely now, her juices trickling down his able shaft. She was still wiggling her ass and thrusting backward to encase and slurp up every inch of Vanik's invading cock. It was like a game, to see how much of the male slave's cock she could enclose before he stabbed that same shaft deeply toward her womb.
"OOohhh yes. You little slut. You love impaling that pussy on my cock, don't you?"
Between licks, her tongue flailing desperately inside Connor's anus, Gracie moaned. "Yes Master. I live to sheathe your cock with my pussy and my juices."
For a few more minutes they continued coupling just like that, until eventually Vanik pulled out with a satisfied sigh. He had not yet come, and for a moment Gracie was confused. Then he walked around to stand by Connor.
Connor's face went white as he saw the man's cock, slimy and glistening with Gracie's fluids. He could smell the pungency of her juices all along Vanik's cock, the unmistakable, damning proof of his sister's drug-induced depravity.
