Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Drummerboy » Mon Jan 16, 2017 3:19 am

Forward: This story is a commission for DarkerTUGs. It contains many aspects of BDSM including forced sexual content, Insest, and other things that may offend some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter one: Reunion


Kelsey taps her foot impatiently for her assistant to bring the car around. Normally composed and at home at work, she was in a rush to get home. The tall, slender blonde looks at her watch, hoping that making the managerial decision to close the office a few hours early for the weekend in order to beat traffic and also score some extra points with her employees. She looked around the basement garage, Straightening her short skirt and plays with the button on her blazer. her fidgeting out of character for her otherwise calm and collected demeanor. She hears the low exhaust note approaching and moments later her assist pulls around the corner, coming to a stop in front of Kelsey. Martian jumps out of the car and quickly and opens the door for his boss to get in the car. The skinny 20 year old worked hard to impress Kelsey, homing that his internship as her assistant would pay off.

"Sorry I'm a bit late Ms. Stratton. I wasn't expecting you to close early," Martian apologizes

"I wanted to beat the traffic," Kelsey boys her head getting into into the car. She crosses her legs in the back seat, stacking her hands over top of her knee as Martin hurries back around to the drivers seat. He gets in and puts the car in gear, pulling away from the curb.

"Try taking the back roads, you'll miss a lot of the lights through downtown," Martian looks back at Kelsey, backseat driving is usually not something she does. The two navigate to the highway, heading out of the city with the occasional directional commands of Kelsey.

"You seem to be in a hurry Ms. Stratton," Martian remarks, looking up at the rear view mirror.

"My sister is coming into town this evening. I haven't seen her since I became office manager. We have so much to catch up on," Kelsey looks up at Martian's freckled face in the mirror. Her green eyes meet his, flashing with excitement behind rectangular glasses. He turns his boyishly handsome face back to the road.

"That's pretty cool. Does she do the same thing as you?"

"No, we may be twins, but in everything but looks we couldn't be more different. She's more of a...free spirit if you will. Last time I saw her she was a field reporter traveling with a band on tour, although she was really more of a groupie," Kelsey watches as they pass other cars on the road.

"Weird. It would hard to imagine you following a band around. I mean, someone that looks like you, not actually you" Martian fumbles over himself.

"I got what you meant Martian"

Martian takes the exit and drives through the town, eventually pulling into Kelsey's driveway. He looks up, seeing the front door open.

"Oh No! Someone broke in! I'll call the cops Ms. Stratton," Martian reaches for his pocket but is stopped by Kelsey's hand on his arm.

"No, that would be Kayla. Looks like she beat us here. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I won't be needing you for the rest of the day," She reassured him. Martian nods and gets out of the car, opening Kelsey and giving a slight bow. She gets out and Martian gets back in the car. He drives off as she goes through the open front door. She walks through her house, following the trail of bags lining her hallway into the kitchen. As she approaches, the sound of music playing increases. She rounds the corner to find hurricane Kayla. Food wrappings all over the counter top, the fridge door ajar, the sink half full of dirty dishes. In the adjoining living room sits the cause of the mess. Half laying on the couch, sneakered feet sitting on the coffee table. Eating a plate full of pizza roles she watches a netflix documentary on music, not even noticing her sister coming in.

"You know when people say make yourself at home, they dont really mean it, right?" Kelsey asks, looking around her trashed kitchen. Kayla turns around, mouth still full of pizza roll. She looks her sister up and down, taking in her black blazer and skirt, heels, and tight bun.

"Well you look fancy," She comments. She stands and walks over to her twin. Unlike her tidy sister, Kayla looked like she belonged back stage in skinny jeans and a flannel, her hair uncombed and everywhere. The sisters hug sharing happy to see you.

"I have so much to tell you, and I'm sure you have plenty to share as well," Kelsey smiled.

"Oh yes, we definitely need to catch up. I have just the thing," Kayla goes into the hallway and rifles through her bags, "go sit, its a surprise."


Kelsey goes and sits on her couch, brushing off pizza roll crumbs and other snack residue from the cushions. Kayla comes back carrying 2 wine glasses, handing one to her sister.

"So you first" says Kayla, flopping onto the couch without spilling her wine. Kelsey fills her in on the happenings that have been going on, like how at 25 she was already the lead office manager, the youngest person to achieve a position at such a young age in the company. She goes on and on, almost all of it about work.

"Wow, so much about work, so little about boys." Kayla finally cuts her sister off.

"Well, I haven't really had time for any kind of relationship, I've been so busy."

"I can tell" Kayla laughs.

"What about you? How did the band reporting go?" Kelsey reddens at the critique and changes the subject.

"Well it was good for a while. A lot of crazy parties. Then one of the members OD'ed and they kinda broke up. Not long after that the magazine went under and I've been kinda couch surfing for the last few months. That wine was actually a goodbye gift"

"It sure is strong" Kelsey observed, realizing she was kind of getting light headed after only a few sips. It tasted great, so she decided to take a bigger sip. Kayla watched her sister drink.

"I like it that way. It helps people unwind. You sound like you have it pretty good. A new house, assistant, heck a bigger salary than Mom and Dad combined. Ya did well Kels." She watched as her sister finished the glass

"Yea...I-I did, didn't I. I did pretty darn good" Kelsey's head was buzzing, she began slurring her words. She felt weird, not like drunk weird, but more of a loose body and mind feeling.

"It will be kind of a shame taking over, but I think you'll learn to like your new line of work" Kayla grins evilly as her sister's consciousness begins to fade.

"W-what? What are you...what is happening?"

"Shhh, Go to sleep Kels. You'll find out soon enough." Kayla smiles as her sister drifts off, slumping over on the couch. "Any chances are you wont be happy about it."
Last edited by Drummerboy on Wed Jan 18, 2017 11:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Slave Sister (F/f) - Chapter 1: Reunion

Postby BoundJana » Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:08 am

Great start ^^
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

Re: Slave Sister (F/f) - Chapter 1: Reunion

Postby DarkerTUGs » Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:15 am

I'm loving it so far. I love the detail and dialogue, and that you're taking your time on it. That's why I asked someone else to write it, because I tend to rush things and make them half assed. Can't wait for the next part.

Re: Slave Sister (F/f) - Chapter 1: Reunion

Postby randomboy18 » Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:51 am

Mhm
This starts very interesting
please continue

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Drummerboy » Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:29 am

Chapter 2: Just the Beginning


Kelsey woke with a start. She was still in the living room, just as when she had passed out. She wondered if Kayla's return just a dream she had during an impromptu nap. She looked around her living room, nothing really seemed out of order, aside from a few pillows out of place. But something was off, Kelsey knew it but she wasn't yet awake enough to pinpoint it.

"Well good morning sleepy head," Kelsey turned to see Kayla sitting on the counter top in the kitchen. "Boy, you sure are a lightweight. One glass did you in!"

Kelsey tried to say something, but her mouth seemed dry...and stuffed. She looked over at her sister and realized the first issue. She wasn't on her couch, she was laying on her coffee table, arms over her head. She tried to talk again but all she could manage is a muffled question.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that, you have a little something right here," Kayla laughs, pointing to her mouth. Kelsey tries to move her lips but finds something was over it. She scrunches up her face and discovers that there were several layers of tape covering her jaw, holding in dense packing in her mouth and keeping her from speaking effectively. Her eyes open and she starts to panic a bit. She tries to remove the tape and finds that her arm is held down, more investigation reveals its all 4 of her limbs, rope holding her wrists together and secured to the table, legs spread wide and ankles attached to each end. She looks down at herself. Gone were her smart business attire other than her heels, she is now only dressed in a black bra and matching lacy panties with plenty of lace. She reddens, realizing her sister had her in her "intimate" selection rather than the more conservative look she usually had on.

"Mmmhp? Mepla mph ed oo ooo?" Kelsey tried to ask her sister, the gag holding it unintelligible.

"Well if I had to guess, you're probably wondering what the heck is going on right now. It's sort of a long story, but you're not going anywhere, so I'll fill you in on some details." Kayla spins an extra pair of her sisters glasses in her fingers, grinning. Kelsey noticed that her sister has changed outfits too, the grunge look replaced with a much more intimidating pair of heels, knee length skirt, and low buttoned blouse. She shakes against the rope, but nothing happens.

"You and I have always been different, Kels. Sure, we may look a lot alike, but that's about it. You've always been a left brain type of girl, good at numbers, A type personality, organized, etcetera. But on the social side of things you were always kind of a square, really vanilla. You prefer order and coordination and business over freedom of life. Me on the other hand am very right brained. Creative, social, fun loving. But Mom and Dad never did quite get that. 'Why can't you just do well in class like Kelsey? Why don't you bring home normal boys like Kelsey? Why don't you focus on your career like Kelsey?' On and on, they just wanted two of you. But as I was on the road, nearly broke and stranded, I realized something. What is stopping me from becoming you?" Kelsey raises an eyebrow. She knew she was closer with their parents and she attributed that to Kayla always being the problem child. A growing feeling of fear and dread started spreading from the pit of her stomach.

"While you were at college learning how to do advanced math, or behind your desk crunching numbers like a trained money, I was out exploring the world, getting mileage out of my life. They always say experience is the best teacher, and let me tell you I agree with that 100%. Don't worry, I will share my experiences first hand with you soon enough, whether you like it or not." Kelsey mmphs into her gag again, asking what she was getting at and getting nothing.

"Alright, I will cut to the chase. While coming back, I decided to take Mommy and Daddy's advice in life to be like you. In fact, I plan on taking it one step further. I plan on being you." She puts on her sisters glasses, completing the look. It was like a mirror image, other than the more aggressive outfit. "You see, you are somebody at least in that company. I on the other hand am lost to the annals of time. Nobody cares if I drop off the face of the earth, but it would raise some questions if you did. I doubt you talk about me much at work. Most your coworkers never knew you had a twin. So it will be much easier to take over for you." Kelsey starts struggling hard. What was her sister talking about? Taking her place, becoming her? What did it mean?

"Don't worry, I don't plan on getting rid of you. There would be no fun in that. No, I have a very special plan for you. I know I will enjoy it, and if I am successful, sooner than later you will too. Tell me, are you familiar with the idea of sexual slavery?" Kelsey begins fighting hard but her sister's knots were tight. The though of sexual slavery never even entered her mind before. She knew almost nothing about it, other than whatever kinky sex scenes are in movies. And too her own sister?

"It's not going to be just me. I have some friends who always wanted to play with me as one, some of them even have had that pleasure. Maybe some of your friends would be interested as well." Kayla laughs evilly. "I even got you a few things to get us started." She goes to one of her suitcases and bring out a suit. Black and shiny, she holds it up to herself, giggling. It looks to be some sort of catsuit. "Sorry it it's a bit used, but there's more where that came from. It's full latex, shows off that sexy body of yours. Who knows, you might even enjoy it." Kelsey's eyes widen at the kinky outfit. Is her sister really going to make her do all this?

"God, you're going to be such a sexy little slave. I just cant wait to get started. But I know you are going to fight tooth and nail, and you split the 'special wine' so I will just have to do things the old fashioned way." She walks towards her bound sister, picking up a pillow on the way. "Don't worry, I've gotten quite good at asphyxiation over the years. It will just be like going to sleep, only a lot scarier." She holds the pillow over her sisters face and pushes down. She watches as her sister struggles and screams through the gag, intensely at first but eventually weakening and slowing down. Once Kelsey goes limp, Kayla checks her pulse, ensuring that she hadn't overdone it. Her sister was sill breathing, although unconscious. She breaks into a wide grin.

"Now the fun begins."

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby DarkerTUGs » Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:39 am

God I can't wait for more.

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby BoundJana » Thu Jan 19, 2017 6:00 am

I love it, I can't wait for you to continue ^^
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sat Jan 21, 2017 10:55 pm

Love it!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby LauraLovesBondage » Sun Jan 22, 2017 2:38 pm

Wow amazing story can't wait for more
I'm all tied up at the moment, please leave a message

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Drummerboy » Sat Jan 28, 2017 11:35 am

Chapter 3: And So it Begins


Kelsey was in a fog. Somewhere between consciousness and asleep, her world felt like a fever dream. Short sparks of though flashed in her mind. Her childhood, full of unrecognized envy from her sister. Her work, climbing the ladder to manage. Coming home to her sister. Did she even come home at all? Did her sister really drug her and tie her up, or was it some sort of repressed fantasy she never allowed herself to indulge? Even it if was nothing more than a dream, would she really submit to her own twin? Sure she had thought about playing with handcuffs and maybe a blindfold whenever she met someone...if she met someone...but to her own sister? And would her sister even indulge her, or would the idea of sexual pleasure of her sibling be too much for her? She was much more sexually active, focusing on the boys (and sometimes girls) rather than on school. It just doesn't add up. Again and again her sister's voice ran through Kelsey's head, repeating the last thing she though she remembered: "Now the fun begins."

As the dream state subsided, she heard the rustling of papers and the occasional sniffle. She opened her eyes, her vision slowly coming into focus. She wasn't quite sure where she was. her eyes darted left to right trying to discern her whereabouts. She recognized the room, it was one of the vacant bedrooms in the far wing of her house. She had been trying to decide what she wanted to do with is sense she bought it, but never got around to doing anything, leaving it empty. Something about it didn't feel right, however. Her skin felt tight, a slight pressure against her skin from head to toe. She tried breathing but realized she couldn't get a full breath, her ribs felt like they were being squeezed. She also realized that she couldn't get air through her mouth. She tried to call out, finding that her voice was muffled. Feeling with her tongue, she realized a rubber cylinder was being held in her mouth. She tired pushing at it but realized she had been gagged again.

She laid her head back and groaned. It wasn't a dream after all, her sister had really taken her hostage. She tried to move, but her suspicions were confirmed with the lack of mobility. She lifted her head up looking down at herself, inspecting herself. Her eyes widened in shock and horror. She was lying horizontally on what looked to be some kind of gurney. Her ankles, knees, and thighs had thick leather straps looped around them, holding them together and down to the gurney. A similar strap was looped around her slender waste as well as across her breasts. Her arms were held slightly out from her body, forearms parallel with her torso, straps holding down her elbows and wrists. Instead of her smart business attire, her clothes were replaced with a ultra tight black latex catsuit which extenuated further the curves of her slender body. Her feet were encased in a long heeled shoe, forcing her toes to point down. Around her waste was a tight corset, further thinning her waste and adding to her chest. Kelsey started to panic. What had Kayla done to her?

"Ah, good to see you are still alive. Glad I didn't suffocate you too much."

Kelsey turned her head to the voice finding her sister sitting in an arm chair, legs crossed reading a magazine that appeared to be some sort of bondage toy catalog. She, like Kelsey, was dressed in a latex outfit, although hers much more revealing. She was dressed in a black and red latex overbust corset and matching latex panties. Attached to the corset was a grater belt holding up red and black latex stockings coming most of the way up the thigh, complete with tall pumps. Her arms were covered in long latex gloves ending about 3/4 of the way up her arm, leaving her shoulders bare aside from the flowing blonde hair. Kayla smiles and stands, slowly advancing towards her sister, a evil smile sliding across her red lips.

"You can't imagine how long I've wanted to dress you up like this." She reaches Kelsey and lazily runs a finger up her sister's leg, sending shivers down Kelsey's spine. Kayla stops even with Kelsey's face and looks down at her. Kelsey looks into her sister's green eyes seeing the unbridled lust. She shrinks a bit, clearly intimidated.

"My own little latex doll. You haven't even seen the best part." She holds up a mirror, allowing Kelsey to see her reflection. Her eyes widen again as she sees her face, or at least what was. Instead of her beautiful features, she only saw a mask of dark latex. Everything was covered short of her nostrils and her green eyes, which contrasted against the black. She cried into the gag.

"Mmmm, but it's just one thing to just have someone dressed up for me. The fun part is using that doll. Making her do things she never dreamed of. Making her serve me. Don't worry, you will learn soon enough. I even have your first little lesson to teach you your true place." She reaches under the gurney and pulls a black leather collar with steel rings. Kelsey eyes it, seeing a locking mechanism on the clasp. She struggles, but Kayla is able to loop it around her throat. Kelsey's heart sank as she heard the click, realizing that she had no choice but to endure what her sister had planned...

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Hades » Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:50 pm

Great Story keep going

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Drummerboy » Sun Mar 19, 2017 12:18 pm

Chapter 4: In Preparation

Kelsey groaned in pain, her muscles beginning to cramp up. It felt like she had been holding this position for hours. She felt her restraints digging into her skin, the latex giving little to no protection. Blindfolded and gagged, she could only listen for her sister to come back to free her, only to put her into the next step of her endless torment. Kayla had been watching her sister struggle for sometime without her knowledge. She smiled as she gazed on her sister. The leather straps encircled her slender body, pulled tightly so that the stretches of latex between straps ballooned out. She admired the strict hogtie her sister had been holding for the better part of the afternoon. Kelsey's regular yoga has left her both toned, but also flexible, as Kayla had learned when she forced her sister's wrists and ankles tightly together behind her back, coupled with the strap running from the top of her head harness to her bound elbows meant that Kelsey's back stayed arched for hours. The only part which was left flat on the ground was her stomach, which she had surprisingly been able to keep her balance on despite her sister's unannounced yet unrelenting teasing.

Kelsey hears the doorbell ring. It had been the first sound he heard since the last round of spanking and nipple twisting her sister had inflicted. Her mind raced. Who could it be? Did Kayla invite people to torment me? Is it someone I can use to get out? Her sister squats beside her, leaning close to her hooded ear and whispers "If you so much as squeak, you'll wish this is the worst I do to you." And gives her cramping thigh a tight squeeze. Kelsey listens to her sister's footsteps as she answers the door, realizing that she wasn't far from the opening hallway. She realized that any noise would alert her sister, but if she could be seen by whoever was at the door, she might be able to get some help. She begins rocking back and forth, fighting her bonds, and flops on the floor.

Kayla looks through the peep hole of the door, smiling as she sees a man with a large cardboard box on a hand truck. She opens the door with a very sexual motion, leaning against the frame.

"This....uh....this is your delivery?" The delivery boy was clearly off put by the sexy blonde in the doorway, still dressed in the latex outfit.

"Well I hope so, assuming you got the right house." Kayla winks and smiles, she could see the growing bulge in his pants.

"Oh right haha. Well I need you to sign for it" The delivery boy holds up his clipboard. Kayla paused a second. She didn't know her sister's signature. If people started asking questions, this could lead things back to her. Biting her lip, she had an idea.

"Looks like I don't have a pen anywhere. Not a whole lot of pockets on this outfit"

"I have one here" He holds up a pen. She takes it and pretends to write.

"Looks like its out of ink. Don't worry I have an idea." She takes the clipboard and plants her red lips on the sheet, her lipstick staining the paper. "How's that?"

"I...uh...I don't know if that will wo-" Before he finished his sentence, Kayla grabs his shirt collar and pulls him in, kissing him deeply. She lets him go and he stands there, stunned and unsure.

"I guess it's up to you to make it count then" She smiles and closes the door, the delivery boy still stunned by what happened. She locks the door and turns around, just as her sister rolls into the hallway. Kelsey hears footsteps hoping it's help she starts mmphing in her gag and struggling. Her stomach sinks as she hears her sister's voice, "Nice try, but it looks like we are going to have to teach you some manners. Don't fight me, or I will taze you again, understand?" Kelsey squeaks in reply, terrified. Her sister undoes the hogtie, legs, and head harness strap, but left her arms still bound. She attaches a leash to her sisters collar, then pulls the hood off, allowing Kelsey to see for the first time in hours. Without a word, the walk down stairs, Kelsey trying to work the cramps out of her body. Come to a spare bedroom with only sparse furnishings. Kayla leads Kelsey to a waste high sturdy table and stops.

"Spread your legs" She orders. Kelsey obeys, putting her legs shoulder with apart. Kayla kneels down and forces her ankles wider apart, even with the table legs, then cuffs her sister to the table. Kelsey already feels the strain on her inner thighs as her legs are forced wide apart. Kayla then takes her collar and pulls it to the far side of the table looping it around the table legs, forcing Kelsey to bend over. To top things off, Kayla takes her sisters's writs and adds some chain to the cuffs before looping it around a hanging pipe in a strappado tie.

Kelsey felt her gag being undone, but before it was all the way out she herd her sister wispier "Not a word" in her ear menacingly. She bit her lip in fear and moments later she sees a bit gag being held in front of her face. Begrudgingly, she accepts the gag. She feels her sister run a finger down her latex covered body, reaching her ass and grabbing both sides, then giving them a sharp smack. "Oh I will enjoy this. i just hope you like anal"

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby bandit666 » Sun Mar 19, 2017 2:12 pm

This is great and so sexual keep it up please

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Mar 19, 2017 8:12 pm

Love this story ! Keep going !
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby DarkerTUGs » Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:18 am

Please continue. I am loving this.

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby DominatedDominant » Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:19 pm

This is awesome, i hope you return with the next chapter soon!

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby ike » Fri Apr 07, 2017 3:43 pm

This has been a great read so far. I'm excited for more.

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby DarkerTUGs » Fri Apr 28, 2017 3:45 am

Any update soon?

Re: Slave Sister (F/f)

Postby Foryourpleasure13 » Thu Aug 24, 2017 8:36 pm

I wish there was more to this story :-)