Sonata crept through her home, quiet as a mouse. She wasn’t sure if she could think of a time when she was more scared in her life. She was late. Adagio had made it abundantly clear that curfew was 9:30 sharp. Unfortunately for Sonata, she had missed the bus from work, and had to hoof it from downtown all the way to the little Dazzling homestead on the fringe of Canterlot City. Normally, Sonata was punctual, even early. Tonight, getting into the house at a bit past 10, she knew for certain that she’d be catching an unprecedented amount of hell from her elder sister if she got caught.
Things seemed to be going fine so far. All of the lights were off when she walked in, which was a good sign. It probably meant that Adagio had retired to bed early, which was good news for Sonata. All she had to do now is sneak into her room and pretend she had been there all along. Sonata tiptoed up the stairs and into her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She let out a sigh of relief and flipped on the light.
“You’re late.”
Adagio Dazzle didn’t need any accessories to be utterly terrifying. Her intense glare, her good looks, her predatory smile all came together to make a naturally intimidating woman. On top of that, Sonata had been conditioned to fear her sisters and their wrath, so, often times, simply hearing Adagio’s voice was enough to get the fear coursing through Sonata’s veins.
But, a uniquely horrifying aspect of Adagio’s character was her cock, ten inches long and five inches in diameter. Sonata saw her big sister sitting in her chair, stroking her hard orange member and gulped audibly.
“H-hi, Dagi,” stammered Sonata.
“You’re late,” Adagio repeated. “Curfew is 9:30. It’s 10:15.”
“I’m sorry, I missed the bus, and—”
“What have I told you about excuses? You’re getting punished. Garage. Now.” Sonata’s blood ran cold, her body turning to stone. “I don’t like repeating myself. Garage.” Adagio dropped her cock, allowing it to hit the seat of her chair with a heavy, audible thunk. “Now.”
Sonata nodded, but moved with no enthusiasm out of her bedroom. She slowly made her way down the stairs, Adagio following close behind. Sonata couldn’t see her sister, but she heard her stand up and tuck her cock back into her pants, and she definitely smelled her. The thick, heady, suffocating musk of her cock forced itself up Sonata’s nostrils, choking her and filling her lungs.
Sonata shuddered to think about what Adagio would do to her. A punishment from Adagio could range from unsophisticated, crude tasks to the most complex, cruel, twisted torture possible. Sonata wasn’t sure which she feared more. She recalled, in no way fondly, when Adagio had locked her in the basement until she found the key among a bucket of similar-looking, but ultimately useless copies. Adagio had conveniently forgotten to even put the key in the bucket and simply left it under a hat, which Sonata didn’t know until after she had tried every single one of the hundreds of keys. She then compared this to the memory of when Adagio had made her kneel in a trench of dry rice with her arms up and her shirt off, whipping her torso with a switch for hours until Sonata could remember what it was that she had even done wrong (as it turned out, nothing. Adagio was simply bored).
Sonata tried to push those thoughts out of her mind as she opened the door in the kitchen that led to the garage. In her experience, dwelling on the past in no way helped her in the present, so there wasn’t much point in thinking about the cruel acts that her sister had committed. The only thing Sonata could really do is grit her teeth and suffer her punishment at Adagio’s hand.
The garage was mostly barren, with a workbench to the right wall and a gas can and a few tools to the left. In the middle of the room was a stainless steel table, sitting on top of which were several lengths of sturdy rope. Adagio grabbed Sonata by the ponytail and dragged her to the table. She grabbed up the ropes and tossed them to the ground for later use.
“Bend over,” ordered Adagio. Sonata did as she was told, bending over the table. It was short enough for some of her top half to extend past the table’s boundaries, letting her large, squishy breasts hang past the edge. Adagio retrieved her ropes and went about binding Sonata’s limbs to the legs of the table. She tied the ropes tightly so that they dug savagely into Sonata’s flesh. Sonata may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she had enough sense to not resist. If this was anything like her past spats with Adagio, fighting back would only make things worse.
“Do you know why I'm punishing you, Sonata?” asked Adagio. She strolled around the table behind Sonata, unseen by the bound Siren.
“B-because I was late.” Sonata trembled with fear, her nerves put even more on edge thanks to her inability to see her sister.
“Not quite.” Though Sonata couldn’t see her, again, she could hear her moving. Hear her clattering at the workbench, gathering her tools for the task at hand. “Try a bit harder. See if you can’t scrounge up two brain cells to rub together and form a semi-intelligent thought.”
“Because I didn’t listen,” said Sonata, fear causing her voice to shake. “Because you gave me an order and I was too stupid to listen.”
“Nope. Well, yes. You are stupid. A stupid, useless, good-for-nothing bitch.” Sonata felt Adagio’s hand gruffly grab her ass and winced. There was a snipping and tearing, and Sonata jerked slightly as Adagio ripped her skirt free. Sonata blushed at the tut of disapproval she received, and she knew why; her blue and white striped panties. “Too much of a brainless cunt to recall that I specifically said that you don’t deserve panties anymore. But that’s not why I’m punishing you.”
“Then… Why?” Sonata shivered as something cold and metal pressed against her ass. Judging by the next series of snips and tears, it was the scissors that Adagio was using to remove her clothing. Adagio slapped Sonata’s round blue ass firmly, spreading her cheeks apart to inspect her. Satisfied with what she saw, Adagio then proceeded to prod Sonata’s tender asshole with the sharp end of her scissors, relishing at the shocked, pained, terrified gasps of her younger sister.
“Because I feel like it. Because I can, and you can’t do a damn thing to stop me,” said Adagio, her voice heavy with twisted amusement. “Because you’re such a wanty, debauched, cock-hungry slut that, deep down, you know you really want this. You want me to shove my fat cock as far as it’ll go down your needy little throat.”
“Nuh-uh.” Sonata couldn’t really understand why she said it, it just sort of slipped out. She regretted it immediately, and Adagio made her pay for it by running the blade of her scissors fiercely across Sonata’s soft, supple ass.
“Don’t you dare talk back to me!” Adagio accompanied every single syllable with a shallow slash across Sonata’s butt. Adagio cut just deep enough to break skin, resulting in a pleasing thin curtain of blood slowly dripping down Sonata’s rear, with each slash bringing with it a pitiful whine of pain from her victim. “You don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll prove it. I guarantee that I’ll have you begging me to rape your slutty throat before I’m through with you.”
Tears ran down Sonata’s face, both from the physical sting of her cuts and the emotional sting of Adagio’s insults. They weren’t true. They just weren’t true. Sonata was a pure girl, a virgin were it not for Adagio’s past “punishments”. She just felt so vulnerable, so much at her elder sister’s mercy. Adagio was a monster, plain and simple, and Sonata knew she was far from finished.
“We’re going to play a game. You like games, don’t you, you brainless bimbo?” Adagio disappeared behind Sonata again, gathering more supplies that she couldn’t see. She returned a short bit later with a gas can and a dirty, greasy rag. Adagio unscrewed the top to the can and doused the rag in gas. “The game is called ‘Beg Me Not To’. The rules are simple. All you have to do is beg me not to.”
“B-beg you n-not to?” sniffled Sonata. “Not to d-do what?”
Adagio brought the gas-soaked rag right up to Sonata’s face, holding it beneath her nostrils and forcing her to inhale the fumes. When Adagio was sure that Sonata had gotten her fill, she spat across her sister’s face and slowly strolled around the table, completely out of Sonata’s line of sight.
Sonata yelped in pain, her ass positively burning as the rag passed over her fresh wounds. Her toes curled and she cried even harder than before at the stinging, inflaming of gas and grease and God knows what else dripping into her cuts.
“You lose. Would you like to go again?” asked Adagio. She toyed with Sonata’s cunt, spreading her lips apart with her fingers and teasing her clit. “Let’s go again. Round two: Beg me not to.”
“P-p-pl-EEP!”
Adagio shoved the rag into Sonata’s snatch, pushing the dirty, gassed cloth deep inside her. The pain was incredible, searing and burning in a way Sonata didn’t know possible. Her head swam as the agony turned her brain into soup, almost unable to process what she was feeling.
“And that’s another loss for poor, poor Sony.” Adagio rounded the table again, dropping to her knees just in front of her sister. “Final round, Sonata. If you lose this one, you’re out.” Adagio reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette lighter, which she flicked on and held in front of Sonata’s face. “Round three. Beg me not to.”
“Please! Please don’t!” Sonata gasped, the pain dulling her mind. “Please don’t do it!”
“Hm… Better, I suppose. We’ll call that fair play. Point to Sonata.” Adagio extinguished her flame, flipping the lighter close. “The score is 2-1, in my favor. You can still lose any time.” Adagio stood up, still holding her lighter at the ready. “Alright, then. Let’s make things a bit harder. Why shouldn’t I do it?”
“I-I’m your sister, I l-l-love you. You d—”
“Boring. I think I should be awarded that point, don’t you agree?” Adagio waved her lighter threateningly. “Unless you have a more satisfying answer, of course. I’d hate to have to put an end to our game prematurely. If you have a real play, I suggest you speak up now.”
“P-please… I’ll do anything…” Sonata whined pathetically, futilely attempting to reach back and rip the rag from her depths. “Anything you want, just please don’t do it!”
“Anything? Do you really mean anything?” asked Adagio with a devious, sadistic grin.
“Y-yes, anything, anything you want!” Sonata nodded vigorously, aware that she was playing right into her captor’s hands. “Anything, anything…”
“Well, if you really mean ‘anything’...” Adagio pulled down her tights and grabbed her fat, half-hard orange cock in her right hand. “Perhaps a kiss will persuade me.”
The smell of Adagio’s cock was mind-numbingly strong, a full bar fight to the senses. She brought it nearer and nearer to Sonata’s face, holding it right beneath her nose. Sonata closed her eyes and quickly gave Adagio’s head a small, harmless kiss.
“Oh, you can do better than that. Get me nice and hard, you dumb bitch,” hissed Adagio. With tears in her eyes, Sonata planted wet smooches all along the length of Adagio’s massive meat. Her soft lips and trembling kisses were just what Adagio needed for her cock to get hard, firm, big enough to break a girl if she wasn’t too careful.
“Good girl. Oh, don’t forget the balls.” Adagio raised her cock and brought her balls up to Sonata’s face, burying her nose in them. Sonata obediently kissed all up and around Adagio’s sack, making her big sister purr with delight. A bead of pre-cum leaked from her cock, showing just how ready she was to really get things started. “Let’s switch it up a bit.” Adagio disappeared for a bit, this time leaving the garage entirely.
Sonata shuddered, from pain, from embarrassment, from anger. She hated this, the way Adagio used her for her own sick satisfaction. Sonata always envied Adagio, not just for her brains or her figure or her cock, but for her power. Her strength. Her ability to force anyone she wanted to kneel before her.
Sonata cried, openly wept, begging for someone, anyone to come save her. She knew it was impossible. Adagio had drilled it into her head that no one cared about her, not even her sisters. Just like every time before, every time Sonata had been forced to accept her sister, there was no escape.
“I’m back.” Adagio’s voice was light and cheery, as if she actually was playing a game. She strode into view with a sloshing bucket in each hand. She set them both down in front of Sonata, a heinous, vile, despicable grin on her face. “Are you ready for the next game, Sonata?”
“Y-yes. Please don’t hurt me…” panted Sonata. The burning in her snatch in no way subsided, but she was getting more and more used to it with time. “I’ll do anything…”
“Not like you have a choice. Right, so this game is called… We’re going to call this one Cooling Off. It’s a game of both skill and chance,” explained Adagio. “I am going to light your hair on fire.” She paused for a moment to take in her sister’s terrified squeal. “Don’t worry, I’m going to give you the opportunity to put it out. All you have to do is suck my cock until I bust a nut down your throat. If you manage that, you get a choice between Bucket A.” Adagio pointed to the bucket to her left. “And Bucket B.” She pointed to the bucket to her right. “At which point, I will use the contents of the bucket to put out your fire. One bucket contains water. The other… Doesn’t. Either will put out the fire, but, trust me, you want water.” She slapped her cock firmly against Sonata’s cheek. “Oh, and try not to puke while you’re deepthroating me. Vomiting will result in a disqualification, in which I pour the rest of the gasoline over your head. Are you ready?”
Sonata gulped, her options fairly limited. She wasn’t sure if Adagio was telling the truth about anything that she had said, and she was certain that that was part of the game. Adagio was a manipulator in that way, every angle and dynamic of her plan carefully selected and thought out. Sonata knew she’d never be able to outsmart her sister, nor would she be able to overpower her. This left her with one option, the usual option. The option she oh-so-despised.
Submit.
“Y-yes,” she said shakily. “I’m r-ready.”
“Good. And, since you’re my sister, I’m even going to give you a head start. You have sixty seconds before ignition.” Adagio grinned as she forced her too-big cock past Sonata’s lips. “Your time begins now.”
Sonata barely had time to react to what Adagio said before she began bucking her hips, shoving her fat, musky cock deeper and deeper into Sonata’s throat. Sonata choked, even more tears flowing from her eyes than before. If the smell of Adagio’s cock was distracting, the taste of it was flat-out debilitating. It was so strong, so masculine, so powerful.
Sonata snapped back to reality, acutely aware of her time limit. She tried to relax her throat so that Adagio could get deeper, all the while rubbing her tongue along the underside of Adagio’s cock. Adagio was merciless, forcing her dick deeper and deeper, whether Sonata was ready for it or not. She could just imagine the pain her baby sister was in, her throat trying and failing to stretch and accommodate her girth. For Adagio, it was divine. For Sonata, well… Adagio didn’t really give a fuck how it was for Sonata.
“You’re doing good, fuckpig. Thirty seconds before light up,” said Adagio. She pistoned her hips, slamming her cockhead against the back of Sonata’s throat and making her sputter and gasp for breath. Adagio showed no remorse, no gentleness to her sister. “Fifteen seconds…”
Sonata quickened her tongue, running it swiftly across the underside, trying to find those sweet spots that would bring her sister to fruition as quickly as possible. Adagio didn’t give much in the way of signs for her current state, just a few grunts and hisses. She still fucked Sonata’s mouth with reckless abandon, pounding her balls against her younger sister’s chin while she could do nothing but stare and cry.
“And five… Four… Three… Two… One. Sorry, fuckpig, but you’re out of time.” Adagio pulled her cock free, long strands of Sonata’s saliva connecting the two. She wiped the spit from her cock onto Sonata’s face with a wicked smile. “And you were so close, too. A few more seconds and I might’ve came down your worthless little throat. Such a shame.” She flipped on her lighter. “Let’s get started. First, your hair is going to need a bit of help.” Adagio rounded the table to Sonata’s rear and removed the cloth from her pussy. Sonata’s relief was short-lived, however, as Adagio simply used her scissors to snip off a section and returned the larger hunk of gas-soaked cloth to where it came.
Adagio took her section of cloth, about as long as her hand, and dunked it into the gas can. She then tied it around Sonata’s ponytail, as far from her head as possible. She wanted a slow burn, so to speak, and the more hair between the flame and Sonata’s head meant more time to torture and abuse her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you get me hard and ready to go again before I light it,” said Adagio. She pressed her lighter to the cloth, which instantly ignited. “Whoops. Clumsy me.”
To Sonata’s absolute horror, Adagio turned and began to walk away. She made it about halfway across the room before Sonata found her voice. She feared retribution, but what could Adagio really do that was worse than lighting her head on fire.
“Adagio, wait!” she called. Her sister stopped, as if she noticed nothing strange. “Where are you going?!”
“Hm? I’m sorry, do you need something?” asked Adagio slyly.
“P-please, come put this out, it’s gonna—”
“Sorry, Sonata, I can’t put out the fire until I cum in your mouth, and right now, I’m not sure if I want to.” Adagio crept onto her sister like a predator. “But, if you want me to… I suppose I can make an exception.”
“Please, Adagio, p-p-please,” sobbed Sonata. “Just… Just do it! Please!”
“Hm? Do what, sister dearest?” Adagio stopped just before Sonata, swinging her softening cock in her face. “What is it that you want me to do? You better speak up, your hair is only so long. Ooh, look, the fire burned through the rags already. That’s your hair burning right now. If only there was something I could do about it…”
Sonata knew she didn’t have time to argue or be insulted. If she didn’t act quickly, she could die. Sonata wasn’t sure if Adagio was actually evil enough to kill her, but she also didn’t much feel like risking it.
“Please rape my throat,” she croaked, her voice going dead and hollow. “Rape my slutty throat until you cum into my belly.”
She didn’t say it because she was enjoying herself, or because she secretly wanted Adagio to treat her like this. She hated everything about what was happening. This was pure desperation speaking. She spoke simply because she knew that it was what Adagio wanted to hear. Her obedience was rewarded with Adagio shoving her cock right past her lips and using it to pound her little throat. Sonata felt the heat creeping, growing closer and closer with each passing second. She groaned around her big sister’s cock, begging her to cum. Her efforts appeared to be worthwhile, as Adagio’s cock twitched and spurted a bit of pre down Sonata’s throat.
“Worthless little fuckpig,” snarled Adagio. “I told you you’d be begging for it. All you’re good for is collecting cum, you brainless bitch. You’re nothing but a set of holes for my cock! You have no purpose without me!” Adagio slapped her sister hard across the face before driving her cock deeper into Sonata’s mouth. “Thank me, fuckpig. Thank me for letting you taste my cock!”
Sonata grunted as she attempted to give Adagio what she wanted, which seemed to be good enough. Adagio pulled out, allowing Sonata just a short second to breathe, before returning to her harsh, violent throat-raping. She gave one last, deep thrust and held it, feeling Sonata choke and spasm around her fat member.
“The only reason we brought you with us was so I could fuck your worthless holes,” hissed Adagio. Sonata coughed and hacked, tears flowing freely. “Yes, cry, you dumb bitch. Cry for me, let me see those tears. Just like when we were kids, you useless fuck!” Adagio let out a deep, bestial growl and unloaded, sending jet after jet of cum down Sonata’s throat. She pulled back a bit, resting her head on Sonata’s tongue to ensure that she could taste the cum as it ran into her tummy before pulling out completely and smearing the remaining seed across Sonata’s lip.
“Quick, slut, pick a bucket,” said Adagio. “Before it’s too late!”
Sonata could feel the fire creeping to her head, even scalding her scalp, and she froze. There was no way of knowing which bucket to choose.
“B,” gasped Sonata. “Bucket B, please hurry…” Adagio grinned and lifted up the appropriate bucket. She held it over Sonata’s head for a moment, then tipped it over.
A flood of liquid descended onto Sonata’s head, which, to Adagio’s credit, did indeed put out the fire. The liquid was warm, a bit thicker than water. Sonata had the good sense to close her eyes, but not her mouth, unfortunately, and she caught a taste of the disgustingly salty, foul, warm liquid, making her gag and sputter. It cascaded down onto Sonata’s face, assaulting her nose with a very distinct smell. She coughed and attempted to spit out the mouthful of urine she had unintentionally consumed.
“Oh, bad luck. You lose,” said Adagio evilly. “Bad pick. Before I move on with you, would you like the other bucket?” Sonata whipped her head back to get her burned, scorched, piss-soaked hair out of her eyes and gazed at Adagio skeptically. “Relax, moron, not everything is a trick. I don’t want to fuck your face if you smell like piss. Do you want the bucket or not?”
“P-please,” gasped Sonata. Adagio kicked the empty bucket to the side and grabbed the second one, which she then tipped over Sonata’s head.
Trusting Adagio had been a mistake. Sonata just couldn’t find a reason for Adagio to trick her, and so she did nothing to defend herself (not that she could do much in any case). She left her eyes and mouth open, which was also a mistake, for the second bucket didn’t have water either.
“It’s genuinely impressive how fucking stupid you are,” laughed Adagio. “You really think you’re worth the water? Even my piss is a blessing, you useless cunt. Thank me for my generous donation. Thank me for dumping my hot piss over your empty little head.” Sonata kept quiet, to which Adagio replied with a quiet chuckle. “Okay. If that’s the case, we can go back to our first game. Beg me not to.” Adagio flashed her lighter in Sonata’s face. “Even you’re not so dense that you forgot about the gas rag in your pussy. Beg me not to light it.”
“Do it…” said Sonata flatly. She was done. She had nothing left to fight for. No incentive to obey. No matter what, Adagio wouldn’t stop until she had her fill. “Just kill me and get it over with…” Adagio laughed hysterically, which put Sonata even more on edge if possible.
“You’re really, really not too bright, are you? I’m not going to just kill you and be done with it,” said Adagio. “I’m going to make it hurt. I’m going to pull off each of your fingernails and shove them down your throat. I’m going to flay the skin off your back and cum on the meat. I’m going to light that rag and fuck your asshole inside out while it burns. When your flesh is scorched, I’ll pound the burned, tender, peeling walls of your ruined cunt until you can’t even remember what life was like before this pain! My only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner!”
“How… Could you…” said Sonata. “You’re my sister. I l-love you, Dagi…”
“You were a mistake that was never supposed to happen,” whispered Adagio. “The only reason that you’re alive right now is because I wanted to keep you. I kept you because I wanted my brainless, obedient fuckpig of a sister around in case I ever needed to empty my balls into her. You understand that, don’t you? You live only to pleasure me. Don’t you fucking forget it. So…” Adagio ignited the lighter yet again. “Do you want to die, slowly, painfully, horrifically… Or do you want to live up to your purpose in life?”
Sonata thought she was out of tears, but she was wrong. She was a good person, she didn’t deserve this. Not that anyone did. She wouldn’t wish this on her worst enemy. The pain, the shame, inflicted by her own sister, no less. There was nothing she could do. There was no escape. No one coming to rescue her. Nothing to do but give Adagio whatever she wants and pray that it all ends soon.
“I want to pleasure you,” said Sonata, her voice loaded with shame. “Please don’t light it. Please don’t hurt me.”
The door to the garage swung open, and Sonata felt her heart soar. She couldn’t see her walk in, but Sonata could only assume that it was Aria. Her savior. Though Aria wasn’t exactly nice to Sonata all the time, she still treated her like a human being, and she certainly never used her in the same way that Adagio did.
Sonata was saved.
“What the fuck?” Aria crossed the room to face Adagio. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Raping Sonata,” said Adagio casually.
“Well, I’m trying to sleep, so would you mind keeping it down? And what the hell is that smell?”
Sonata was, unfortunately, not saved.
“Apologies. I didn’t intend to wake you,” said Adagio. She stroked her cock as if nothing strange or unusual was happening at all. “I’ll be sure to keep the noise to a minimum.”
“Hm. Fuck it, I’m not getting back to sleep, anyway,” sighed Aria. “I guess I can hang around here for a bit.” She sniffed the air, crinkling her nose. “Jesus, seriously, what is that smell? It’s like piss and… Something else.”
“That’ll be the burned hair. I set her head on fire.” Adagio chuckled darkly. “And the piss is exactly that. Had to put it out with something, you know?”
“Gross.”
“Would you like a run on her?” offered Adagio. She swatted Sonata across the face with her cock as she spoke, getting hard against her cheek. “See what she’s like while awake for a change.”
“I’ll pass. It’s not as appealing if she’s, you know. Conscious.” Aria boosted herself up using the table, dropping to a seat on Sonata’s back. “If you’re gonna kill her, though… I’d be down for that.”
“I’m not so sure. Depends on if she continues to please me.” Adagio’s grin only grew wider and more sinister with time. “If I do end up offing her… I promise, you get first dibs on the body.”
“Cool. Well, do what you gotta do.” Aria pulled out her phone and started texting. “I know it’s late, but I’ve got the munchies. You down for pizza or something when you’re done here?”
“Oh, that sounds delightful. I haven’t eaten since around 2.” Adagio tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Aria, dear, would you kindly look after our baby sister? I’ve got to fetch some things for the next game.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Aria waved her hand dismissively. “Just hurry up, I’m hungry.”
“Twenty minutes. Then we can eat.”
That seemed enough for Aria, who gave a noncommittal grunt before returning her attention to her phone. Adagio chuckled as she left the garage, leaving her two sisters alone while she gathered her supplies. Sonata squirmed under Aria’s weight uncomfortably, though she was relieved that all that Aria was doing was sitting on her.
“A-ari?” squeaked Sonata.
“What do you want?”
“What did Adagio mean? When she said to see what I was like awake?”
“She meant that I fuck you in your sleep. Where’d you think the cum came from?” yawned Aria. “Jesus, I need some coffee…”
“You… When I’m asleep?” Sonata had, obviously, noticed the evidence of someone taking advantage of her while she slept, but she never suspected Aria. She assumed it was Adagio, and cleaned herself up before going about her day, trying not to cry. To think that it was Aria all along… Sonata wasn’t even sure if she had enough energy to feel violated.
“Yeah. It’s as close as I can get to a corpse on short notice. Like I said, it’s not as much fun if you’re aware of what’s going on around you.” Aria stood up and unzipped her jeans, then pulled out her thick purple cock, every inch as long and thick as her big sister’s. “Fuck, now this is happening. Don’t move.”
Sonata didn’t know how to react, so she defaulted to her new default of submission. She froze, not even twitching her fingers for fear of retribution. Aria hopped up from her improvised seat and strolled around to Sonata’s face.
“Open your mouth,” ordered Aria. Sonata meekly opened her mouth, which seemed to annoy Aria; She pinched Sonata’s nose and pulled up, wrenching her mouth open even more. Without further hesitation, Aria stuck her cock into Sonata’s mouth and silently began to buck her hips.
Sonata waited for the insults, the slurs, the disrespect, but nothing came. Aria wasn’t being exactly gentle, but her handling of Sonata was strangely tender. Aria guided her with her hands, holding her head up as if Sonata wasn’t capable doing it herself. Curious, Sonata looked up to see a serious contender for the most bone-chilling thing she saw that night.
Aria stared ahead blankly, no emotion on her features. She wasn’t excited or angry or amused. She simply fucked Sonata’s mouth the same way one might walk; lacking in passion, simply to get from point A to point B. Aria was just using her, with no love or hate. In a way, that lack of emotion was just as bad as Adagio’s outright vileness.
Adagio returned, a bulging duffle bag fit slung over her shoulder. She smirked as she deposited her bag and strolled around behind Aria, gently caressing her butt.
“Oh, what happened?” asked Adagio with a laugh in her voice. “I thought she had to be sleeping.”
“Shut up, I’m almost finished.” Aria closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and pounded Sonata’s mouth twice as hard. Sonata almost relished this. It was a break from Adagio’s torture, at least for the time being.
When Aria came, she did so quietly, and with the same creepy, emotionless expression. Unlike Adagio, Aria remained in Sonata’s mouth for the duration of her orgasm, depositing every drop of her spunk in her younger sister’s mouth.
“Alright, I’m done.” Aria tucked her cock away. “I figured that if she didn’t move, I could just pretend. What’s with the bag?”
“I saved the best game for last, naturally. I’m going to blindfold you, Sonata,” said Adagio. “Then, I’m going to allow you to touch something. Once you’ve gotten a good sense of the mystery item, you tell me if you want me to put it in your mouth or in your ass. Simple, right?” Adagio unzipped the duffel bag and retrieved a swath of black cloth, which she immediately secured over Sonata’s eyes. From there, Sonata could only rely on her sense of hearing and, eventually, touch to make sense of her surroundings.
“Let’s start off with something easy.” Sonata could hear Adagio digging around in the bag, eventually emerging with something that she then rubbed down Sonata’s back. It was cool and smooth to the touch, like glass. Sonata couldn’t make any definitive guesses based on the short second that Adagio put it to her skin. Maybe it was a dildo? Perhaps one too large. Sonata thought it through for a bit, deciding that a too-big glass dildo would be safer in her mouth.
“Mouth,” said Sonata. Adagio chuckled and, then, there was the sound of glass shattering. Sonata felt Adagio’s hands roughly pry her mouth open and shove in a handful of fragments before clamping her jaws closed and holding it there. Glass cut at the insides of Sonata’s mouth, filling it with blood. Sonata panicked, but couldn’t spit it out. She couldn’t swallow it, for obvious reasons, so all she could do is sit there in pain, tears flowing down her face.
“Aria, dear, would you kindly suck my cock while I work?” asked Adagio. “I promise, it will make this whole thing go faster so we can eat.”
“Ugh. Whatever.”
Sonata could only imagine Aria dropping to her knees in front of Adagio and wrapping her lips around her fat cock. Judging by the calm, even tones of Aria’s slurps, Adagio was being far more gentle with Aria than she was with Sonata.
“Next item,” said Adagio. She released her grip on Sonata’s jaws, allowing her to spit out the blood and glass fragments. The item was round and rough, about the size of a tennis ball. A quick flip onto Sonata’s back told her that it was a half-moon shaped thing, something too big for her ass, in any case.
“Mouth,” said Sonata again. Adagio obliged her, shoving the item into her mouth. It was too big to entirely fit, but Adagio seemed prepared for that. She held it about halfway into Sonata’s mouth and again pressed her jaws together. Sonata’s teeth squished into the item, discharging a flood of liquid. Immediately, Sonata knew that the item she had been given was a lemon; the stinging and burning of the lemon juice against her wounds in her mouth was unmistakable, and almost unbearable. It made her head spin, and she graciously spat it out when Adagio allowed her to.
“Tsk. Not too good, Sonata. I bet that hurt a lot,” chuckled Adagio. “But don’t worry. There’s only one more. Get ready.”
The last item was rubbed against her sore cheek, something that felt more like plastic. It was thin, about the width of Sonata’s finger. “Where to put this one, Sonata?”
“B-butt.” The last thing she needed was anything else in her mouth, and she was sure she could take whatever it is up her ass.
“Thank you, Aria, I can take it from here.” From the wet pop, Sonata could only assume that Adagio pulled her cock from Aria’s mouth. The schlicking of Adagio’s hand stroking her dick soon replaced Aria’s slurps, and it persisted even as Adagio pressed the third mystery item against Sonata’s tight, virgin asshole. She forced it in slowly, no doubt relishing in Sonata’s pain. She wasn’t sure if it was because of what the item was or if it was due to how hard the rest of the night had been so far, but Sonata didn’t feel too much pain. It was far from pleasant, but it was definitely tolerable.
“Okay,” breathed Sonata. “That’s not so ba-YAEAGH!”
The item turned on, sending electric pain through Sonata’s body. She spasmed in agony as the volts ran through her, like fire in her veins. Her muscles tensed and, though she wasn’t sure of much, she was positive that this was it. She was going to die there. Her life was over. This thing, this stun-rod that her sister had forced into her, it would kill her.
And, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Sonata dropped limp in her restraints, barely conscious. She couldn’t take any more of this. She just begged for this all to end, for Adagio to get bored and go do something else with herself. Anything to just be left alone.
“Wow, you’ve managed to remain conscious,” said Adagio. “Impressive. That means you’ve got enough in you for a bonus round. This one is easy, no decisions for you to make. I know how hard it is for you to think normally, I can only imagine how it would be after however many volts I just shot through you. This round, all you have to do is guess where I’m going to cum. There’s no penalty for getting this one wrong, mind you. This is just for fun. So, guess.”
Sonata could barely string together a thought, let alone care about what was happening around her. She took a shot in the dark, basing her guess on what she thought Adagio would think most humiliating.
“My butt,” said Sonata hollowly. Adagio chuckled, which didn’t sit well with Sonata.
“Wrong.”
“My mouth, then.”
“Aria?” said Adagio. “The blindfold, please.”
Sonata felt hands tug at her head, pulling the blindfold free and allowing her to see for the first time in several minutes. What she saw made her long for the blindness she was just freed from. She was staring down the barrel of the gun, so to speak, with Adagio holding and stroking her cock barely an inch from Sonata’s eye.
“Wrong again,” cackled Adagio. She stroked the length of her dick, licking her lips and drinking in her sister’s fear and disgust. Sonata shut her eyes, though she knew that was a long shot. “Aria. Her eyes, please.”
“Sure, whatever. I just wanna get this done with and eat,” sighed Aria. She used her fingers to pry Sonata’s left eye open and forced her to stare, helpless, as Adagio came closer and closer to orgasm.
“Get ready, Sonata,” said Adagio. “Three… Two… And, one!”
She erupted, sending a jet of thick, hot, sticky cum directly onto Sonata’s eye. Sonata let out a hiss of pain, the glob of spunk burning in a uniquely horrific way. Just like with everything else that had transpired that night, there wasn’t a thing she could do but sit there and endure.
“Ew. You got cum on my hand, Ada,” said Aria. She wiped the cum from her fingers onto Sonata’s other eye, but still seemed dissatisfied. “Are you done, or are you gonna jizz somewhere else you’re not supposed to?”
“Fortunately, I just about covered everything. Go wash up, I know a place that’s still open,” said Adagio. Aria shrugged, but got up and left the garage. Adagio smiled at the messy pile of fear and tears and pain and cum that was her baby sister, freshly-raped and no doubt relieved that it was all over.
It was almost a shame that Adagio still had one more trick up her sleeve.
“Well, see you when we get back, Sonata,” said Adagio. She pulled out her lighter and ignited. “Try not to burn the house down before I return.”
Adagio lit the gas-soaked rag that still sat in Sonata’s cunt and, laughing, ran off to grab a bite to eat with her other, more loved, less raped, sister.
