My Sister’s Tits
By CactusJuggler
Copyright © 1995
Anne took me naked upstairs, my first time out of the basement since my arrival. The house was beautiful, obviously decorated by someone who had money and taste. It was late morning, and there were a half dozen people moving around in the house as we passed through the first floor. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, I was a walking zombie. Anne’s week of deprivations had broken me down, I was meek as a mouse. Stopping at a door guarded by two muscular men, Anne knocked softly. Hearing a muffled “Come in.", Anne opened the door slightly and stuck her head inside.
“Goddess Nora, I’ve brought your sister. She is ready to serve you now.” I heard Anne say.
Nora must have motioned for her to come in, or said something that I didn’t hear, because Anne suddenly pushed the door wider open and dragged me inside.
Nora was sitting on the bed, her back propped up by several pillows. She was naked, covered up to her waist by a thick comforter. My eyes were drawn to her huge breasts, exposed above the blanket. As I looked at her chest, Nora’s eyes caught mine and she smiled that smug smile. She knew she had me. Knew I was terrified. I quickly lowered my eyes, and as I did I saw my mother curled up beside the bed. Our mother! She was laying naked on her side, all curled up. She looked like she was asleep, but she seemed to have a content little smile on her face.
“Well Anne, does this little bitch know her place now?” “Yes goddess Nora.”
“Lets see.” Nora smiled.
Nora threw back the blanket and rolled onto her side so that we were facing her bared ass.
“Pam, Kiss my ass.” Nora ordered imperiously.
I didn’t even think about disobeying. I knelt by the side of the bed and pressed my face between the soft fleshy curves of my sister’s asscheeks. As I kissed her ass I thought about my mother laying on the floor on the other side of the bed. What was Nora doing to her?
As I thought about my mother I felt Nora grab a handful of my hair. She pulled my head up roughly so I was only inches away from her, looking right at her over her ass.
“You pathetic little wretch. Why do you exist?” She asked me.
Anne had trained me well, I knew how to respond.
“I exist only to please you goddess Nora.” I said.
“That’s right, you’re nothing. You’re on earth to be my playtoy. Nobody matters anymore but me. Every person alive is just as pathetic as you. Do you realize how lucky you are? You get to serve the most powerful woman alive. Me.” She said to me, smiling evilly.
Looking at her, I was totally beaten. She was in control of me and there was nothing I could do about it. And there was something even more pathetic than my inability to fight her will. As I kept my eyes away from Nora’s face, I couldn’t help but stare at the huge tits. Just looking at them I felt a touch of that warm wonderful feeling I’d experienced when I tasted her milk. Against myself I found myself wanting to suckle again!
Nora pushed my face back down to her ass, and I buried my face in her crack once more. Thinking about my desire for her milk, I was so humiliated and disgusted with myself.
“Anne, you’ve done a good job. Pam always was a little ass-kisser.” Nora said, laughing at her joke.
“You’ve done well Anne, and I think you deserve a reward.” Nora told her, pushing me away from her ass and sitting back down.
“To reward you I think I’ll let you lick my cunt.” Nora told her, spreading her legs.
I knelt down beside the bed as Anne quickly moved between Nora’s open legs. Smart enough to act as if she was happy with her “reward”, Anne hopped to her job. As Anne buried her face in my sister’s cunt, I found myself unable to stop thinking about Nora’s tits. Anne worked eagerly at Nora’s crotch sucking and slurping as I knelt there wondering at Nora’s power over me. I couldn’t help it, I really wanted to drink from her teat. I couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful it had been to taste her milk. The sounds coming from Nora began to reach a crescendo as Anne licked her to orgasm. Finally Nora pushed her away. “Thank you goddess Nora for letting me lick you.” Anne said. Anne was really good at playing Nora’s games. She was willing to take the abuse for the chance to ride Nora’s coat- tails and get a little power of her own. I knew what a good petty tyrant she could be. She really enjoyed it. It was good to see that Nora still used her like she used everybody else. As much as I hated my sister, it was still nice to see Anne doing the licking for once.
Nora let out a long sigh of contentment as she rested against the pile of pillows.
“You can go.” Nora told Anne, with a dismissive wave. “Get up mom.” Nora casually ordered her.
I looked once again at my mother. She was definitely under the influence of Nora’s milk, she looked so happy and content to obey Nora’s commands.
“Who is better mom, me or Pam?” Nora asked our mother while smiling at me.
“Of course you are, goddess Nora.” She replied.
“You see Pam, our dear parents now know which daughter is really better. How about you? Do you think you’re better than I am?” She asked me.
“No goddess Nora.” I answered.
“Tell me how you compare to me.” She goaded me.
“I’m nothing compared to you, goddess Nora.”
“That’s right, very good. You’re nothing. Just a pathetic worthless little wretch that kisses my ass. Isn’t that right?” She continued, enjoying herself.
“Yes goddess Nora.”
“What do you think about old mom here?” She asked.
I was confused. What did she want to hear?
“I don’t know what you mean, goddess Nora.” I tried.
“Doesn’t she seem happy to serve me? She’s been doing your job for you, while Anne trained you. But I guess now that you’re here I can send her away. Mom, come here.” Nora said.
I watched as our mother moved to Nora’s side. Nora reached up and pulled our mother’s head down to her chest. It was disgusting to see our own mother lovingly attach her lips to Nora’s nipple and begin sucking, eyes closed. Even worse was that I wished I could be in her place! Nora watched her with amusement for a moment and then pushed her away.
“Go report to Anne.” Nora told her.
Our mother looked happy as she moved out of the room, leaving me alone with Nora. I didn’t even think about trying to resist her, I was too frightened and confused. It still seemed as if I was trapped in some horrible nightmare, even though I knew it was for real.
Nora turned her attention to me. Swinging her legs off my side of the bed, Nora stood up. I feared and hated my sister, but I had to admit to myself that her body was beautiful. She towered over me with a confident healthy glow about her. “Stand up, little sister.” She ordered me.
We had always been the same height, but as I stood Nora seemed somehow bigger than I was. She was healthy and pampered and I had been abused and underfed for a week.
“You have no idea how much fun it is to be me. How exciting it is to be able to do whatever I want. And I’ve felt like hitting you for a long time.” She told me.
I had kept my eyes lowered as I stood in front of her, so I barely started to see it coming as she slapped me hard across the face. She hit me so hard it rocked my head to the side. My cheek stung and my vision blurred. I tried to raise my arm and protect myself as she slapped me again, but it didn’t help as the pain exploded once more along my face. Falling to my knees I tried to grab her around her legs and pull her down, but she just laughed at me as I struggled at her in vain. Reaching down she pried one of my arms from around her and forced it easily behind my back. Forcing my arm up painfully behind my back, Nora stepped aside and pushed me down to the floor. Wrenching my arm so hard I thought it was torn from its socket, Nora turned me over on by back and punched me in the stomach. I gasped for breath as Nora turned to face away from me and, carefully placing her round ass, sat on my face. I was already out of breath, and in pain, and I rapidly began to black out once more. I could hear Nora laughing above me as I smothered in her ass.
“Remember, I can do whatever I want. I can do anything I want with you. Anything.” She said, finally climbing off of my face.
And she proved that to me constantly in the days and nights that followed. I was Nora’s personal servant, making her life as easy as possible. I did everything for her. I was her gopher, servant, sex-slave and anything else she desired. Nora never missed an opportunity to humiliate me for her enjoyment. Day after day went by and I began to become accustomed to being my sister’s slave. There was nothing I could do about it, I was constantly guarded. My sister had destroyed my life. She had become powerful beyond my wildest dreams, and I was reduced to being her servant.
As I served my sister I gradually learned more about her power. She had done a lot of experimenting and careful testing of the effects of her milk. The research team had refined the drug she was taking now into a pill form that Nora took once each week. She kept the drug carefully guarded, in the only part of the house that Anne was not allowed. One of her slaves had the job of reminding her each week to take the pill. Her breasts would continue to produce the milk for a time after she stopped taking the drug, but taking the pill each week would maintain the optimum amount of drug in her system to maintain maximum milk production. Nora now knew much more about the effects of her milk. A person who tasted only a half ounce of her milk would be under her control for two or three hours. Drinking several ounces would put a person under her power for several days. Nora also found that there was a cumulative effect to the milk’s power. Any victim who tasted her milk more than once was effected for a longer duration each time. She had slaves that she now only fed a dose of milk once every two weeks. And the research team predicted that those slaves regularly fed her milk would quickly become permanently effected.
Her breasts produced a huge amount of milk, more than she needed for the slaves she fed regularly. Because her body was producing so much excess milk, Nora stored it for later use. The research team was busy studying how long the milk could be stored and still be effective. Nora enjoyed having me pump the milk from her huge tits. She loved having me handle each massive breast, she loved knowing how much I wanted to suckle at them. How much I wanted to drink her milk. Working at her breasts, smelling that unbelievable aroma of her milk, I couldn’t help but long to taste her milk again. In my mind I hated her, but the smell of her milk washed all that away. When I smelled that smell I wanted to taste her milk again more than anything. She loved toying with me, playing with her power over me. Every so often she would allow me the tiniest taste of her milk. Never letting me have very much, so that I would retain my senses while she made me serve her. When I would taste her milk it affected me the same way each time. Just like that first time in my apartment. It made me helpless, it made me love her. It made me love the person I hated most in the world. Each time she did this, each time she let me taste her milk, I was more ashamed and humiliated when it wore off. I hated her so much. God how I envied her power. She had absolute power over me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was just a toy to her. She could just stick her tit in my face and I’d gladly suck my life away. But that wasn’t enough for Nora. What had I ever done to her to deserve this?