Copyright  1998,    T. Allen Strange.     ALL Rights Reserved

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WARNING!!  THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!!  THE STORY IS
ABOUT INCEST!  IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN
**READ NO FURTHER!!!**

THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR
ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!!  

ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY
ARE FICTIONAL.  ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS,
ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED
DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!!

ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO
OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS
OF THE SAME.


               m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D

                                      HOUSE OF SECRETS

                                                     By

                                           T. Allen Strange


                                        CHAPTER FOUR


       For the following two weeks things settled into a pattern 
       between Heather and her brother.  During the day they both went 
       about their own lives as before, doing the things they always 
       did with their own friends.  They seldom saw each other except 
       during meals.  At night however Thomas would sneak into her 
       room, make her get naked, and spend the next hour or so looking, 
       fondling, fingering, and eventually, fucking her. 

          And as always, especially by the time they got around to the 
       latter, Heather was an eager and willing participant.  It was 
       difficult to keep from making noise during all this and she was 
       constantly afraid of waking her younger sister.  Thomas on the 
       other hand, seemed to thrive on the added danger.  For her part, 
       the added tension was bearable only because she thoroughly 
       enjoyed him screwing her.  Occasionally, however, he would get 
       her horny, make her suck him off, then retire to his own bed 
       leaving her unfulfilled.  She would have a hard time going to 
       sleep then and be very cranky the next morning.  She as yet knew 
       nothing about masturbation to relieve her sexual needs, so she 
       suffered in silence. 

          On this day the routine changed.  Heather had been discreetly 
       informed before breakfast that she was to spend the morning 
       outside with him.  Thomas would not elaborate, only that after 
       their parents left for work and Danny and Laura went off to 
       play, she was to pack a picnic basket with sandwiches and be 
       ready to accompany him. 

          And he had led her deep into the woods behind their house 
       into a particularly dense thicket of scrub trees and tall 
       bushes.  Just as Heather was certain they could penetrate no 
       further they burst through into a small clearing.  To her 
       surprise, a shack was standing in the center.  It was made of 
       boards and corrugated tin and wire and nails and even sported 
       one window.  In fact, two entire walls, one with the window, and 
       one with the door were cannibalized from an old discarded 
       utility shed. 

          "Where'd this come from?!" she'd asked in surprise.

          "What do you think I've been doing all these days?  I built 
       it!" he announced proudly. 

          He then made her remove her shorts and panties and toss them 
       on the ground beside the shack.

          "Girls have to be naked at least from the waist down before 
       going inside," he grinned. 

          Heather quickly complied.  She no longer blushed at being 
       naked in front of him; he'd seen her too often.  Yet she felt 
       particularly vulnerable and defenseless this way.  It also meant 
       she was more inclined to obedience.  Thomas seemed to sense this 
       although neither of them understood the psychological nuances 
       behind it.  Whether or not he understood it, the fact that he 
       allowed her to keep her blouse on only served to emphasize the 
       rest of her nakedness, keeping her conscious of it. 

          Heather opened the door and stepped inside.  And stared.  An 
       aluminum-framed cot rested against the wall at the far end.  In the 
       middle of the room was a contraption constructed of 1x4, 2x4, 
       and 1x8 boards.  Old rugs, some folded, some rolled, were 
       affixed in various places to it, obviously as padding.  Ropes, 
       chains and dog collars were also attached to it.  A hand-painted 
       sign nailed to a support beam proudly proclaimed "THE RACK!"  
       She glanced around and saw more chains, with a variety of dog 
       collars attached, nailed to the walls and more hanging from the 
       ceiling.  Three chairs were in here as well, two of the common 
       kitchen variety with the vinyl peeling off, and that had 
       obviously been salvaged from a junk yard, and an old child's 
       potty chair.  This latter had been modified in such a way that 
       the user could be strapped in.  But it was the wall to her left 
       that caused a panicky knot to grip her stomach.  On it hung 
       belts and paddles, funnels and rubber tubing, switches and 
       homemade cat-o'-nine-tails, along with various clamps and 
       clothes pins and gags.  She also noticed the blindfold he'd made 
       her use that day in the kitchen. 

          "Welcome to 'The Dungeon'.  You'll be spending time in here 
       now and then, learning how to be a good slave," he said happily. 

          Heather had expected him to do something mean then.  But he 
       didn't.  He'd shown her around his master work then made her 
       kneel in front of him, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock 
       out.  He stood with legs slightly parted, hands on hips, and 
       merely looked down at her, domineering, while she sucked him 
       off.  He stood in this manner the whole time she sucked his 
       thick cock, watching, motionless.  Only when he began to cum did 
       he move, grabbing her head with one hand and holding her still 
       while he filled her mouth with his semen, telling her to swallow 
       it.  Afterward he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and 
       talked while she stood before him.  All the while he kept 
       staring at her, first her pussy, then her bottom.  She became 
       more and more nervous wondering what he was up to. 

          Now she stood before the window wondering when he was going 
       to do something, too afraid to ask.

          Finally he stopped talking and grabbed a buttock, pulling her 
       to him.

          "Take your top off now," he commanded.  He fondled her bottom 
       while she pulled her blouse over her head.

          "Throw it outside, then come back here." 

          Heather did as instructed.  When she returned he resumed 
       fondling her fanny.  He turned her so her back was to him.  She 
       shivered as his fingers traced a path down the crack of her 
       rounded cheeks, past her anus, to her vaginal opening, and back 
       again.

          "Bend over.  Put your hands on the floor," he told her.  She 
       noticed the huskiness of his voice and knew whatever was going 
       to happen had started.

          She did as instructed and felt her legs being pushed farther 
       apart.  Then she inhaled sharply as his mouth was suddenly all 
       over her pubic mound.  A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as 
       his tongue flicked wetly over her clitoris.  From time to time 
       it dipped into her vagina and he pressed his face against her 
       wet opening and fucked her with his tongue.  Then his mouth 
       concentrated on her clit, finding the little button of her sex, 
       drawing it into his mouth and alternately sucking and licking 
       it. 

          She spread her legs wider, shamelessly offering herself to 
       him.  By the time the clitoral orgasm drew near she was 
       pleading, "Faster Tommy!  Oh don't stop!"  Then her breath came 
       in ragged gasps as she came.

          Thomas pushed his face firmly between her splayed legs and 
       held her tightly, drawing her swollen clit into his mouth.  He 
       felt it throb as he sucked it.

          "That's enough!  Stop Tommy!  No more, no more, no more!" she 
       cried, trying vainly to pull away. 

          When Thomas did quit he saw her pussy was dripping moisture.  
       He stuck a finger into her wet honey-hole and grinned as she 
       moaned and pressed herself against his hand.

          "Are you ready for a really good fucking?" he asked, twirling 
       his finger around inside her pussy.

          "Yes!" she whispered.

          "Would you like a really HARD fucking?" he asked, pounding 
       his finger into her.

          "You can fuck me any way you want!" she replied, moaning.

          "Then come with me.  I want to try out my machine," he said 
       curtly.  He led her to "The Rack" and within minutes had her 
       strapped in.

          Heather found herself astraddle two beams set about three 
       feet apart, in a frog-like position.  Her legs were strapped in, 
       then she was made to lean forward, her wrists placed into a pair 
       of small dog collars, and secured to either side of the same 
       beams.  The end result was that her butt was raised slightly 
       higher than her head.  She was surprised to see Thomas 
       approaching with both a gag and paddle. 

          "What are you going to do?" she asked, suddenly aware just 
       how helpless she was.

          "I'm going to give you a spanking and I don't want you making 
       a lot of noise," he said.  Heather noticed the huge bulge in the 
       crotch of his pants.

          "Don't hurt me Tommy!  I always do everything you tell me 
       to!" she whined.  The "paddle" was one of those paddle-shaped 
       pieces of wood that have a rubber ball attached to a rubber 
       band.  Ball and band were missing.  She suspected it was the 
       round object in the cloth gag he carried. 

          "I know you do.  This is part of your training.  I'm your 
       master.  You will be taught total obedience to me.  From now on 
       you will be spanked in some fashion at least every other day.  
       Today won't be too bad because you've been a good girl."

          "I don't want you to do this," she whimpered.

          "Are you defying me?"  There was a challenge to his voice.

          "No I just...."  Her voice trailed off.  She was smart enough 
       to know she was in a no-win situation.

          "Open your mouth and take this," he ordered gruffly.

          Her eyes began to fill with tears as Thomas inserted the ball 
       gag in her mouth and secured it.  Heather was shocked when he 
       produced a large mirror on an adjustable stand and placed it in 
       front of her.  She couldn't understand what he wanted with it 
       until he walked behind her.  She could see him clearly standing 
       behind her.  Then she understood.  He wanted to watch her face 
       while he did whatever he was going to do with her!

          "Does this feel good?" he asked inserting a couple fingers 
       into her pussy and finger fucking her rhythmically.  Heather 
       nodded, keeping a wary eye on him in the mirror.  When she was 
       again sloppy-wet he stopped.

          "Okay, let's warm your pretty ass," he said, winking at her.  
       Everything about the "Rack" was adjustable.  He'd spent 
       considerable time planning its construction and the end result 
       was a multi-positional and completely functional instrument, 
       regardless of how crude it looked.  He removed a dowel and 
       raised the end of one beam nearly a foot, then reinserted the 
       dowel.  He did the same to the other one, raising Heather's butt 
       up well above her head.  Thomas saw Heather's panicky face 
       staring at him in the mirror and grinned at her.  When he took 
       the paddle and raised it she began to struggle against her bonds 
       pleading with her eyes and trying to talk around her gag. 

          "It's okay to cry if you want, Sis," he told her without 
       animosity, "This is going to hurt pretty good."

          Even with the warning Heather was not prepared for the hot 
       pain that followed on the heels of the first "Whap!" of the 
       wooden paddle against her bottom.  She howled around her gag, 
       but it was little more than a plaintive "mew" by the time it 
       could be heard.  Indeed, the sound of the paddle against her 
       raised butt was much louder than the puny sounds of protest she 
       was able to manage.  She cast an agonized look into the mirror 
       and tried to scream as the paddle raised again. 

          Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

          Heather writhed against the bonds that held her.  Her ass 
       felt like it was on fire and Thomas showed no inclination to 
       stop.  His expression in the mirror was one of rapture as he 
       slowly worked the paddle back and forth, up and down, giving her 
       buttocks a thorough going over.

          Whap! Whap! WHAP! WHAP! Whap! Whap! WHAP! Whap! WHAP!

          After what seemed like an eternity he stopped.  Heather was 
       unable to see his reflection now, she was so blinded by tears.  
       She heard a familiar sound, a click followed by a whir being 
       repeated several times, and through the haze of pain realized he 
       was taking pictures of her.  She heard him shuffling around 
       behind her. 

          She felt a jolt as he lowered her again to her previous 
       position.  Then he unceremoniously inserted his penis into her 
       vagina and started fucking her.  When she was finally able to 
       see through her tears she was startled to see he was stark naked 
       also.

          "C'mon, get wet," he said driving his swollen manhood into 
       her.  "You're going to need it."

          Heather was aware oh his hands fondling her bottom as he 
       fucked her, spreading her cheeks and even inserting a finger.  
       This wasn't new, he did that quite often.  Just a few nights ago 
       he finger-fucked her in the ass for nearly half an hour before 
       tiring of it.  Still, she had no idea what his intentions were 
       even when he pulled his penis out of her wet pussy and pressed 
       the slippery, bulbous head against her anus, until he began 
       pressing it in.  She yelped into her gag and tightened her 
       sphincter muscles.

          "Stop that!  Relax your asshole and take my cock, Heather!" 
       he ordered.

          Heather shook her head vigorously, still struggling against 
       her restraints.  But it was too late.  Pressing the head of his 
       cock against her anus with a thumb he forced it in.  Then he 
       Watched her face as he slowly forced several inches into her 
       ass.

          Heather's eyes grew wide and a definitely pained expression 
       distorted her features.  He liked that.

          "Do you remember me telling you that someday soon it was 
       going to be my cock up your ass?", he asked.  He didn't expect 
       an answer.

          "Well, today's the day!"  And with that remark he thrust his 
       shaft into her upturned ass.  Heather's scream was of course, 
       muffled by the ball gag so that it couldn't disturb his 
       pleasure. 

          Thomas watched with fascination his cock spread Heather's 
       pink anus.  It looked so big going in!  Then he drew back and 
       began butt-fucking her. 

          "Sweet jesus!  Your ass feels great!" he groaned.  "It's so 
       tight and hot!"

          He reveled in the way his cock felt in her tight asshole and 
       the sounds of her muffled cries.  He kept looking from her red 
       butt to her image in the mirror.  Her distress showed in her 
       pale face.  He also discovered butt-fucking was very different 
       from pussy fucking.  Her asshole was not slippery, it was a new 
       experience that had to be learned.  After a couple of minutes he 
       had the hang of it

          "Yeah, we're gonna do this a lot from now on," he groaned 
       happily.

          "Okay Heather, I'm going to put it all in your butt now and 
       fuck you hard.  It's gonna hurt because you're not used to it 
       yet, so you can cry if you want." 

          Heather's eyes widened as he sank his entire shaft into her 
       upturned ass, then began pounding it into her.  Her surprise 
       quickly turned to one of agony and her muffled cries were 
       louder. 

          Thomas glanced at her reflection from time to time to see 
       what affect this rump-humping was having.  Each time he looked 
       he was pleased to see her pained expression hadn't changed.  
       Mostly, however he kept his eyes fixed on her pink anus and red 
       bottom and soon settled into a steady rhythm, repeatedly driving 
       the length of his manhood into her hot, tight, ass.  Each thrust 
       ended with his groin smacking firmly against her cheeks. 

          "Damn, Heather!  If I'd known how good this feels I'd have 
       bung-holed you sooner," he groaned.

          Heather cried out frequently, but her muffled cries fell on 
       deaf ears.  Thomas was only concerned with his own pleasure.  
       That isn't to say he cared nothing for his sisters discomfort; 
       quite the contrary actually.  He genuinely LOVED his sister.  
       But her sole function was to gratify him sexually, nothing more.  
       When she acquiesced to him that first night, she surrendered 
       complete control of herself to him.  He was merely exercising 
       the right she'd given him.  He knew his cock was hurting her; 
       but that only made it better.  He was the MASTER!

          That's what this was about.  He was her Master and she was 
       his slave.  Ass-fucking her was the symbol of his power over 
       her.

          "Hang on sis, I'm going to fuck REALLY hard now," he warned 
       her. 

          He grabbed her waist and began slamming his cock into her 
       ass.  He heard her squeals even through the ball-gag and glanced 
       at her reflection.  Tears ran down her cheeks and her expression 
       was one of extreme pain.

          "You might as well get used to this," he grunted slamming his 
       meaty cock into her, "You're going to be getting it up your ass 
       a lot from now on."

          It was not meant as a threat, but as a statement of fact.  He 
       continued to pound her asshole for several minutes, each thrust 
       jarring her whole body.  Then he began to to groan and his 
       thrusts became erratic as his cock began to spurt hot globs of 
       cum into Heather's bowel.  Thomas closed his eyes and hung onto 
       her while his throbbing manhood sent his seed deep into his 
       sister's upturned ass.  When it finally subsided and the last 
       thick streams of semen were discharging into her ass, he looked 
       at her reflection and smiled.  Her blue eyes were wide with 
       wonder.  He waited until his penis was flacid before pulling it 
       from her butt.

          Thomas stepped outside and Heather heard the unmistakable 
       sound of someone peeing.  Moments later she heard him come back 
       inside.  Then he was standing in front of her removing her gag.  
       Heather blushed as she noticed her face was the same level as 
       his groin, and his cock that had just fucked her ass dangled 
       only inches from her mouth.  For a sickening moment she thought 
       he was going to make her suck it.

          Thomas seemed to sense what she was thinking. 

          "No sis, I'm not going to put in in your mouth.  That's one 
       thing I will never do.  If I butt-fuck you I won't put it in 
       your pussy or your mouth until it has been washed," he reassured 
       her.  "But I wanted you to see how easy the Rack will make it to 
       fuck you in the mouth too."

          There was a tone of pride in his voice that was unmistakable 
       even to her.  But she wasn't interested anymore. 

          "Tommy, can I get off now?  I don't like this," she said sullenly.

          "What you like isn't important Heather.  You'll get off when 
       I say so," he replied.  "Did you enjoy your butt fuck?"

          "No!  It hurt!" she snapped.  Then, seeing his face darken 
       with anger, quickly added, "But I liked the last part when you 
       squirted your stuff in me!" 

          Thomas had taken a half-step toward the "Wall", now he 
       stopped and listened.  A half grin creased his face.

          "Yeah, I saw the way you looked in the mirror when I was 
       cumming.  You really liked that?"

          Heather nodded.  It had surprised her the way it gushed 
       inside her, like hot, wet comfort, almost soothing the pain.  It 
       seemed to lubricate her enough that his jerky thrusts didn't 
       hurt as much.  But she ached in her bowel and stomach, and her 
       bottom still smarted hotly from the paddling. 

          Thomas studied her a moment, then grinned and released her 
       from the restraints.  She stood on wobbly legs as he guided her 
       to a corner of the "Dungeon" where a beach towel was spread on 
       the earthen floor.   It was the first of many sessions she would
       have here.

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