Dameon Claims His Birthright Ch. 02

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."

"Yes Master."

"Yes Master."

When they were alone mother and daughter got to their feet. Alicia walked over to her daughter and they held each other until their sobs had subsided.

"What are we to do, mother?" Salena asked as she stepped back. "What?"

"The only thing slaves can do," she answered. "Obey and please our master. We have no other choice."

"But what about these feelings he produces in us?" she asked. "What is happening to us?"

"What always happens to a woman at the hands of a man who knows the true nature of females as your stepbrother seems to. I know not how he learned but learn he apparently did. We are his slaves in more ways than just legally."

"But," Salena began but her mother held up her hand to stop her. "Go to your room, dress, and prepare yourself. We have been commanded to present ourselves to him in the great Hall in half an hour. If we are late I shudder to think how he might punish us."

At a few minutes before the dictated time they presented themselves before Dameon in the great hall. He was once again seated in the armchair. Without having to be told, both women sank to their knees in front of him, heads bowed.

"Ah," he gloated. "The two bitches adopt a much more humble demeanor today." He held out his feet, boot soles turned up. "Clean the bottoms with your tongues. Be sure to swallow whatever you lick up."

Obediently each slave began licking a boot sole, swallowing grime and dirt as their stomachs churned with disgust. Above them, Dameon gloated. He had reduced his once proud stepmother and stepsister to the level of creatures lower than animals, lower than INSECTS! Finally, growing bored with this current form of degrading entertainment, he said, "Enough. Mother, go feed and water the household slaves then unlock them and put them to their duties to include preparing our breakfast."

"Yes Master," she replied as she rose to her feet.

"Oh," he continued. "And have them all strip then burn their clothing. From now on they remain naked at all times. Also, have that dark skinned one bathe and perfume herself then put her in a collar and chains. We are going to take her to the square today and sell her. I have need of some funds."

"P-please Master!" she replied. "Your father promised all our slaves that they would always be clothed, never collared and chained, and that they would always have a home here and never be sold or given away."

"Several points 'dear mother'," he sneered. "One, father is dead. Two, they are no longer your slaves but mine -------- as are you. And, by arguing, you have just earned my dear sister a whipping. Would you like to try to earn her a more severe punishment?"

"N-no M-Master! I will obey, Master." With that she left without further comment.

"Up," Dameon commanded his sister. She obeyed and he continued. "Go to the stable and bring me one of the horse whips."

"Y-yes Master."

She left and returned with a long, wicked looking whip, handing it to her brother with a trembling hand. "Down on all fours," he commanded, "Lift your skirt and pull down your under things. Bare your ass."

Beginning to trembling all over she did as she had been commanded and ---- WHAP! ----- he brought the whip down savagely upon her exposed bottom!

"AAAHHHIIIEEE!" the woman cried out as fire streaked across her posterior and an angry red welt immediately began to rise on it.

"Shut up!" her brother commanded gruffly.

Salena bit down on her bottom lip in order not to cry out again.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The whipping continued for what seemed to the hapless Salena an eternity. Finally, Dameon tossed the whip aside and stood up. His sister remained there on hands and knees, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably, her still exposed bottom now crisscrossed with welts and glowing a bright cherry red. Opening his pants he took out his once again hard cock and got behind her. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, he spread them apart and PLUNGED into her tight hole devoid of any sort of lubrication! Salena screamed in excruciating agony!

SMACK! He reached down and slapped one of her hanging breasts! "I told you to keep your stupid mouth shut!"

Her head hanging, the girl endured her abuse without uttering a further sound.

"Master," Alicia said as she reentered the room. "the sl ----." She stopped at seeing her daughter being brutally butt fucked.

"Yes?" her stepson asked as he continued to thrust. "What is it?"

"Th-the slave you spoke of has been prepared," she went on. "As you dictated, Master. She awaits you in her cage."

With a final grunt he pumped the last of his cum into his stepsister's anus and pulled out, giving her a final slap on her ass. "Good," he remarked. "Butt fucking a slave always works up my appetite. Let us go to breakfast. Both of you may walk upright, ---- this time."

Salena struggled unsteadily to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop that blubbering," he commanded. She obeyed, frantically wiping her eyes.

Once in the kitchen they were served by a blond slave who glared at Alicia thinking that it had been her, the mistress of the house, who had made the decision to render her and the other slaves naked. Dameon took his seat and bade his stepmother and stepsister sit at the table. Alicia obeyed but Salena hesitated for just a moment. However, a stern look from her master caused her to obey, wincing in pain as she gingerly sat down on her battered ass.

The slave dished food onto their plates then asked Alicia, "Will that be all, Mistress?"

"That will be all," Dameon answered. "Leave us."

The girl looked at Alicia and she nodded slightly. "Very well, my Lord," the slave replied and began to leave. But he grabbed her by the wrist, "From now on you and the other slaves will address me as, 'Master'."

Once again, the girl glanced at Alicia who nodded once again. "Yes Master," she replied dutifully then, when he had released her wrist, left the room.

"Mother," Dameon said with faked cheerfulness, "Sister, eat, both of you. I assure you, you will need your strength for all the fun I have planned for the two of you on this, your first full day of slavery under my tender ownership."

Both women obeyed without enthusiasm as each wondered, with sick dread, what new horrors awaited them.