Chapter 26: Chapter 26 – The *ex Slave Decree

Her tear-filled eyes widened in disbelief, fixed on the phone in my hand. Her breath hitched, the chest that had just begun to calm now rising and falling rapidly again.

“You—! You bastard! You—!” she screamed, but as I had commanded earlier, her voice was no louder than a soft, angry hiss, sounding like a hoarse, hate-filled whisper.

“Delete that picture! Now! You have no right! You devil! Monster! Criminal! You think you can threaten me with that? I’ll— I’ll—!”

But her threats died halfway, because I just let out a low chuckle, my voice deep and filled with a confidence that made her shiver.

“From this moment on, you are my sex slave, Angel,” I rasped.

[Domination over Angeline increased to 4%]

A notification appeared, but I dismissed it.

“S-Sex… s-slave…?” she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and profound disgust. “You… You are truly disgusting! You trash! You’re lower than trash! I’d rather die than—!”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” I cut in coldly. “We will begin the first photo session. Obey all my commands. First pose. Stand up straight, feet wide apart. Put both hands behind your head. Push your chest and ass out. Show the world how lewd you are.”

Tears trickled again from the corners of her eyes, but her body, controlled by [Mind Control], moved obediently. Her smooth legs opened wide, revealing every intimate detail. Her trembling hands were placed behind her head, forcing her petite chest to push forward, her hardened nipples still erect. A deep, shameful moan escaped her constricted throat.

Click! Click! Click!

I took pictures from various angles, capturing every curve of her humiliated form.

“Second pose. Turn your back to me, bend over at a 90-degree angle, and hold your butt cheeks apart wide. I want a clear view of your other little flower.”

“N-No… don’t…” she whispered despairingly, but her body was already moving, turning and bending over. Her trembling hands grabbed her plump buttocks and forced them apart, exposing her anus, still red and twitching from my earlier exploration. Such torturous shame made her entire body flush crimson.

Click! Click! Click! I didn’t miss a single detail.

“Third pose. Squat on the floor and reach for your clitoris with two fingers. Open up and show the camera how wet and trembling your little hole is.”

“I… please… stop…” she sobbed, but her body squatted. One of her legs lifted shakily, her hand went to her pubic area, and with fingers shaking uncontrollably, she forced it open, revealing her pink, glistening wet labia. “This is so shameful… I beg you…”

Click! Click! Click! I even took a short video, documenting her cries and shameful moans.

“Fourth pose. Lie on your back, lift and bend your legs until they touch your chest, and use your fingers to spread your vaginal opening wide. Stick out your tongue and look at the camera.”

Her body fell onto the bed. Her legs were bent forcibly, putting her in a near-fetal position. Her hands grabbed her labia and pried them apart, exposing the pink, moist inside. Her pink tongue lolled out, while her tear-filled eyes stared directly into the camera lens with a shattered gaze.

“Big Brother… don’t… please… I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” she whimpered, her voice almost inaudible.

I didn’t answer. I just kept commanding her.

“Fifth pose. Turn over, on your knees, with your ass facing the camera. Use both hands to spread your butt cheeks, and say ’I’m just a hole for Big Brother’.”

“N-No… I won’t…”

“Say it,” I pressed, my voice hard. Her body trembled violently. In a hoarse, sobbing voice, she obeyed. “I-I’m… ju-ust… a ho-ole… for… B-Big Brother…” while her hands spread her buttocks, exposing both her intimate holes again.

Click! I took a close-up shot.

“Sixth pose. Sit on the chair, cross one leg over the armrest, so everything is open. Then, play with your clitoris for me. Fake an orgasm.”

“I can’t… this is too…”

“Do it!” I snapped coldly.

She jumped in fright, then her body moved. She sat down, opened herself up, and her stiff fingers began rubbing her clitoris. Fake moans, interspersed with real sobs, escaped her lips. “Ah… aah… h-haa….” Her face was flushed a deep red with shame. I recorded it all.

“Seventh pose. Stand up again, hold my cock with one hand and point it towards your open mouth. Look at the camera with teary eyes.”

She shuffled closer. Her cold, trembling hand grabbed my still-erect penis, and with a shattered face, she aimed it towards her open mouth, saliva and traces of my fluids still at the corners. Her wet eyes looked at the camera, emitting total despair.

Click! Click!

“Eighth pose. Kiss my feet. Say ’Thank you, Master, for humiliating me today’.”

She dropped to the floor, bent over, and her soft lips kissed the tips of my feet. “T-Thank… y-you… M-Master… for… humiliating me… to-day…” her voice trembled, breaking. I photographed her from above, capturing the curve of her submissive back.

“Ninth and final pose. Stand straight, face the camera, touch your breasts, and say out loud – ’I, Angeline, am a cheap whore and my stepbrother’s sex slave!’”

This was the hardest blow yet. She shivered violently, tears streaming down. “N-No… don’t make me say that…”

“Say it!” I barked again, my voice echoing.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body trembling uncontrollably. Then, in a ragged, utterly despairing voice, she groaned, “I! Angeline! Am a cheap whore and… and the sex slave… of… my stepbrother!” Her voice broke on the final words, followed by a heart-wrenching sob.

Click! Click! Click! I took pictures nonstop, capturing every second of her shattered dignity. I also recorded a clear video of it, sound and all.

Satisfied, I glanced at the timer in the corner of my eye. [03:59…]. Time was almost up.

“I think it’s time for the main course,” I said in a low voice, thick with anticipation.

Hearing those words, Angeline’s body shook violently. Goosebumps of pure fear swept across her exposed skin. Her eyes, already empty and broken, were now filled again with pure terror. She knew this torture and humiliation wasn’t over. In fact, the most terrifying part might have just been about to begin.

The vengeful fire boiling in my chest was sated seeing her utterly broken like this.

Fuck! The absolute humiliation and power I held over my own stepsister only stoked my lust to its peak. My chest felt tight with savage satisfaction and burning desire.

“Get on the bed. On all fours. And open your pussy wide for me,” I commanded, my voice husky with lust.

Angeline heard it and her body immediately stiffened. Her eyes, already vacant and wet with tears, suddenly widened, filled with a terror far deeper than any shame before. She knew this was the point of no return.

She crawled onto the bed trembling, her weak body almost collapsing. As she got on all fours, her plump rear facing me, her shaking hands reached for her labia and pried them apart forcefully, revealing the pink, moist inside. But she did it all while her sobs grew more and more intense.

“Big Brother… Big Brother, please… don’t…” she whimpered, her voice hoarse and desperate.

“I’m begging you, anything, but don’t take… don’t take my virginity… Please…” Her tears fell freely, soaking the sheets. “I… I promise I’ll obey… I’ll be a good slave… but not that… not that one… it’s the only… Don’t destroy that…”

I listened to her pleas with a deep sense of superiority, completely unmoved. I moved closer, my hard, demanding penis rubbing against the wet slit of her labia.

“Aah! No! Please!” she screamed hysterically upon feeling my touch, her body heating up in response to the friction.

“I’m not going to take the virginity of this hole,” I said suddenly, my voice low in her ear.

For a brief moment, a flash of relief appeared in her eyes. Her tense body relaxed slightly. “R-Really? T-Thank you, Bro—”

But before she could finish, I cut her off. “Because I’m going to take the virginity of your ass hole.”

Her face paled instantly. The relief shattered, replaced by unspeakable horror. “N-No! Don’t! That— That’s even more evil!” she screamed, trying to crawl away, but [Mind Control] held her firmly in place.

I spat on the tip of my cock to wet it slightly, then pressed the burning head firmly against her small, red, fearfully twitching anal opening.

“W-Wait! Please! No!” she shrieked as she felt the pressure. She could feel how tight and narrow the hole was, and how large the object trying to force its way in was.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It was my fault! I’m a bitch! I promise, I’ll do ANYTHING! Anything you want! I’ll be an obedient sex slave, I’ll suck you off every morning and night, and I’ll let you take pictures of me in any pose, just ANYTHING! PLEASE, don’t do this! Don’t rape me!” Her crying broke, her voice ragged and filled with absolute despair.

In the corner of my eye, the notification I had ignored earlier was now flashing with much brighter text.

[Quest: Revenge – Successfully Completed.]

[You have received 1000 EXP.]

[Item Received: <Hymen Pill>]

Oh, I did it. It turns out Angeline is now submissive to me.

[You have successfully leveled up to Level 20.]

[You have received 5 Stat Points.]

[You have successfully leveled up to Level 21.]

[You have received 5 Stat Points.]

[You have successfully leveled up to Level 22.]

[You have received 5 Stat Points.]

[Domination over Angeline increased to 44%].

My level increased again, wasn’t this too fast? And my domination over her was almost half. A satisfied smile spread across my lips.

Hearing her total surrender, I finally pulled my cock away from her intact backdoor. She gasped, her breath catching in ragged hitches, her body still trembling violently.

“What?” I asked coldly, as if considering. “Anything, you said?”

Angeline nodded quickly, her swollen, red eyes looking at me with desperate hope. “Y-Yes! Really! Anything, Big Brother! I… I’m just so scared…”

I let out a dramatic sigh, as if making a great sacrifice. “Fine. Even though I’m utterly depraved and incredibly horny, you should consider yourself lucky that I still have some self-control.” I looked her straight in the eye.

“You said you didn’t want to lose your virginity. Fine. Starting today, your primary duty is to be my personal cocksucker. Just that, for now. The other holes… we’ll see later. And remember, if you report me or tell anyone, I will leak all your photos and videos.”

Angeline stared at my face, trying to read if this was a trick or not. But at least she was safe for the moment. Finally, her face still wet with tears, she nodded slowly. “O-Okay…”

She had submitted. Completely. But deep down, I knew this was only a delay. Angeline definitely wouldn’t just take this lying down and would plan something to retaliate.

Truthfully, I had really wanted to take her anal virginity just now, I thought, gazing at her body still in the doggy position. But it was too tight and I couldn’t fit inside. I guess I really need to buy some sex toys.

And suddenly, my [Mind Control] skill timer ran out.

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