Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34

"But if there was nothing then..."

I started but Mark cut me off.

"Oh yes little Ashley was a good girl, no drugs, no booze, no wild sex parties hell, come to find out she disowned her brother after he got caught with coke, and hasn't spoken to him in two years. Already showing her father's business savvy, distancing herself from the black sheep of the family. Nope this girl was so clean and vanilla it was enough to make you sick." He grunted. "Even had the same boyfriend since highschool."

"There has to be a 'but' coming." I said even though part of me was convinced my brother wasn't even aware I was speaking.

"So I waste an entire night reading about this kids straight A's, endless awards, and volunteer charity work until I'm nauseous. I was going to call it quits, but decide to go all the way and hit her face book, and my space pages."

He shook his head in disgust.

"Nothing but family photos, dumb quotes and typical gossip, but." Mark pointed at me, so apparently he was still in the same world I was for the moment anyway. "Down near the bottom she has this quote; 'My special friends can always find me here!'

Mark put his hand out to me as he spoke;

"So face book right? Well no, underneath the words, but not right underneath is a picture of a black lotus. I click it and it takes me to a blank black page asking for a password 'my personal invitation' Now I'm curious, but exhausted and I have to say I was convinced I wasn't going to find anything."

"Now flash forward two months later. Alex sends me the pics, and I call you and tell you I'm done and will come see you. Game over." Mark sat back and sighed.

"I mean I could never jeopardize you, but as I'm sitting there on Friday night, drinking myself into oblivion I keep coming back to Alicia Carson," he grunted disgustedly. "The girl was innocent Megan and this guilty as sin prick was going to not only walk but it would be her life that was over before it started. I started thinking there had to be something I missed, somewhere there had to be something I could come up with to stop this."

Mark finished the cigarette and as usual put it out in his hand.

"So I start digging and for the hell of it I send my guy that face book link and see if he can hack it. He sends me back the link with a way to get in, and lo and behold."

Reaching into the envelope again Mark handed me the same picture. My eyes widened as I looked at it, had I not known who it was supposed to be I would have never recognized Ashley Winthrop. Ashley was completely gothed out, her hair dyed jet black with streaks of blue and her face painted as ghostly as mine was right now. Also like me, her eyes were done in heavy black mascara with matching black lipstick. I also saw that she was wearing contacts which made her eyes a startling shade of emerald green. Ashley was wearing a blue and black corset that was pushing up a rather impressive looking set of tits, and a long leather black skirt that had slits on both sides running all the way to her slim hips. The ensemble was completed by a pair of knee high stiletto boots, and black lace gloves that went up to her elbows.

"Meet Purgatory Rose, aka Ashley Winthrop."

"Poser or real deal?" I asked

"Oh poser for sure." Mark answered. "She liked to dress the part, write depressing poetry, and generally act like a lost little waif. Her site was just a bunch of photos and nothing indecent. Even if someone found it, there wasn't much you could do with it; she's just playing dress up."

He started to point and I beat him to it.

"But..."

"But amongst her whiny poor little rich girl trying to play tragic tale is this line about 'looking for a real master' I click it and it's this rant about how she so wants to give herself to someone how she wants to be taken by a true master of women but all she has met is boys and," he rolled his eyes. "Posers."

"Pot calling the kettle black." I said.

"Right, still nothing and hell it would take a while to prove it's even her. So its summer, and she is staying in Boston but I figure she plays mostly down there. I call someone I know down in DC and they start asking around the clubs. Saturday morning I get the report that she pops up in the clubs dances smokes a couple of cigarette's and that's about it. Squeaky clean, no rave parties, no weird sex games they said usually she goes home alone."

Mark sighed.

"So seeing I have nothing, I'm ready to say fuck it then..." Mark rubbed at his eyes, then looking away from me said. "The voice starts up and..."

"Mark!" I exclaimed. "You went off your medication?"

Still looking away from me Mark nodded.

"I...I needed it Megan, when things get like that I take any edge I can get, and if I stop the meds here and there it comes around in a few days and I can pretty much deal with it."

"Oh my god Mark! Promise me you won't ever do that again! I mean..."

"Megan I lived with it from the time I was ten until I put it away after Max. For the most part I could control it." He looked up at me and continued. "You have to understand for years it helped me, protected me, and did what ever had to be done for me to survive Megan. When I saw Max the voice, which was me being crazy in the first place went crazy itself. The voice lived for revenge and it went over the edge. Even after Max it helped me; I could have never gotten through the polygraph and..."

"Or never tried to beat the shit out of Alex," I paused and said softly. "Or almost rape me in my parent's bed."

"Megan..."

"Okay Mark, forget it, so Ashley?"

"Anyway my friend there starts yapping and amongst all the usual crap about what a pussy I've become, it starts to make some sense."

"Oh I can't wait to hear this." I sat back rolling my eyes.

"Well what was the case about? An innocent being persecuted by the guilty. The other thing it was really about behind the scenes was character attacks and misdirection, smoke and mirrors. At the end what it was really about was attacking others not involved."

Mark's eyes lost that unfocused look as he started to work himself up.

"McCallister was attacking an innocent girl; Alex was blackmailing me, by threatening to hurt Doug and Denise, and of course you." Mark gave me a dry smile. "Not that you are innocent in anyway but in this case you were. You had nothing to do with this. In essence Alex gave me a choice. Let an innocent fall, or save my sister and her family. Who goes down the guilty," Mark tapped the folder in front of me. "Which we were, or the innocent?"

"I decided that to beat them I would have to join them. I needed to make Winthrop make a choice."

"But it was Alex who..."

"But Winthrop was driving Alex; if I could get to Winthrop I could make him back off Alex. See Winthrop had no clue what Alex had; Warner's leverage was about keeping them under wraps. So Winthrop was the target. So I did what Alex did, I went after his family."

"Mark what did you do to this girl?"

"I gave her what she wanted Meg," Mark smiled wickedly. "I introduced her to a true master of women."

"Mark..."

"You know Meg, why don't I just show you."

Reaching into the envelope Mark took out a plastic case and removed a dvd. Walking across the room to the TV, he had on a shelf in one of the bookcases; Mark slipped the dvd in and began speaking as he walked back to his desk.

"I contacted her on her Purgatory site and invited her down to Providence to meet me. She asked who I was and I told her I was the one she sought. She wanted me to come to her and I told her that if she is seeking then she has to come find me." he laughed "Or some corny shit like that. I let the voice handle it."

Mark sat down at the desk and reaching into his top draw pulled out a remote.

"So little Ashley drives down to Providence and I meet her at Club Hell. It was over in less thana half hour. I was in full Dark Prince Mode, colors flying, eyes black as hell, speaking Latin and she couldn't resist.

"But why tell you about it?" Mark asked hitting the play button. "This is only the highlights by the way the entire session was almost three hours."

"Three..." My eyes widened. "But..."

"Shhh." Mark said, putting his fingers to his lips and pointing at the TV.

I turned in my chair and watched as the tv came on. The first thing I saw was Mark's bedroom. I recognized the angle as the mirror in the upper corner. The entire bed could be seen along with huge mirror over the bureau and the bedroom door was also visible. The door opened and Mark entered. My brother was dressed in tight black jeans, but from the waist up was covered only with a series of crisscrossing leather straps held together with links of chain. His back was mostly exposed, showing off the enormous Baphomet tattoo as well as the huge tat's on his arms. Mark turned back to the door and I saw Ashley Winthrop dressed in a red leather skirt and matching vest begin to follow him in.

Mark stepped up to her, reached into her vest, and from the startled cry she released must have twisted her nipple.

"Is that how one such as you enters my lair?" Mark demanded.

"I.. I'm sorry. I.." Ashley cried out again, as Mark savagely pulled on her long hair.

"You address me as Master, any other answer leads to pain and you'll be receiving enough of that as it is. Now try again."

The scene jumped and I saw Ashley completely naked, crawling on her hands and knees into my brother's bedroom. Another skip and my eyes widened as she was chained face down on the bed whimpering and squirming as Mark held a candelabra over her covering her back with hot wax. As the scene continued Mark lifted the candelabra over his own head and tipping it upside down poured was over his chest and shoulders. The camera had closed in on him, and I could see his eyes were glowing from the flickering candlelight and his face was twisted into a mask of lust and pain.

Another cut and this time I whispered;

"Oh my god Mark."

Ashley was now chained to the end of Mark's bed. Her wrists and ankles fastened to the four posts leaving her suspended spread eagled in the air. Her back was to the camera and Mark was standing behind her whirling a long thin dowel through the air. Knowing the camera was on him Mark made a show of twirling the dowel expertly before whipping it around and striking Winthrop across her exposed ass. She let out a yelp of pain and Mark rapidly hit her several more times.

"Crying?" he demanded. "Is that the thanks I get for wasting my time teaching you the road to pleasure?"

"Oh oh I.. I'm sorry Master. Oh thank you t.. Ow!!"

Mark had whipped the dowel around again, this time connecting with the back of her thigh.

"Is this what you want, you whore? You want to be taught or do you want me to let you go?"

"I want to learn Master, of please teach this unworthy whore!!"

"Smart." I said softly my brother knew his game making sure that Ashley asked for everything she was going to receive.

"Then learn some manners you fucking pig. I want a thank you for each strike."

With that Mark began whipping the dowel through the air. Starting at the top of her back, my brother expertly played it up and down her body. At first I found myself wincing as Mark dropped down, catching the extremely tender soles of Ashley's feet, then worked his way up to the equally soft flesh at the backs of her knees. As Mark continued caning her however, I began to feel a stirring between my legs as I remembered one night back before I moved to Chicago that Mark had chained me and beaten me like that. My feet were so sore I couldn't walk the next day, but I had cum howling like an animal as he had done it.

Speaking of cumming I saw Mark pause to slip a silver bullet vibrator between Ashley's legs. Holding the remote in one hand, he continued to flick the dowel across her body with the other. Ashley moaned as Mark must have turned the bullet on, then yelped as he caught her on her side catching her tit with the tip of the dowel.

"Pleasure and Pain whore, which one do you want more?"

Mark started flicking the dowel with less force but much faster. Ashley was writhing, twisting against the chains as she yelped and whimpered. As this went on however, I could hear the pitch of the cry's changing as her bodies desire to cum took over. I started breathing faster as I saw Ashley suddenly lock her arms and legs, arching her back as she strained to cum.

"Ask properly and you may!" Mark snapped.

"Oh Master please, oh please let me cum ohhh..."

"Are you worthy?"

"Only if you...you think I am!"

"Good answer my pet there is hope for you."

Mark must have cranked up the vibrator because Ashley suddenly threw her head back, letting a scream of pleasure, as she came chained to the bed. As I watched Ashley squeal and thrash against the chains, my pussy began to heat up even more as I saw the dozens of small welts covering her from her back to her feet.

"Ohhh thank youuuu!!!!" She howled as the orgasm continued to flow through her.

The scene switched once more, and Ashley was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, while Mark stood before her brutally fucking her mouth. I noticed Mark wasn't going much more than half way in, but Ashley's eyes were watering as she was made gurgling sounds each time he shoved it into her wide stretched mouth. Mark withdrew his cock looking down disgustedly and saying;

"For Christ's sake can't you do better than that? Fuck, I could jerk off and it would be better. I think you should take your sorry ass back home to your little boyfriend!"

"No," Ashley begged. "No please Master, oh please let me try again!"

"Better than that." Mark said smiling wickedly.

"Oh master will you please let this unworthy whore taste that beautiful cock? Oh please master?"

"Seeing you asked for it." Mark said, winking up at the camera.

The camera cut out and I gasped as the next scene was Ashley Winthrop on her knees locked in a dog crate that was on Mark's bed. Mark was standing in front of it, shoving his cock through the door and into her mouth. Mark stepped back and once again Ashley began begging for his cock. I became aware of my hand creeping towards my nipple and forced myself to stop. On the screen Mark had opened the crate and pulled Ashley out by the leash that was attached to the collar around her neck. Another switch and she was on her back, with her legs chained and held wide open as Mark lied between them, flicking his tongue across her pussy. Ashley was squirming and straining against the chains while she whimpered and begged to cum. This was filmed from the ceiling mirror and gave the full view of not only Ashley spread eagled, but of my brother's incredible back and ass as he lied there teasing her with his tongue and fingers. Ashley gasped and her back arched, Mark then stopped, pulling his head back.

"ooohh noooo!" Ashley whined. "Oh Master pleeeeese!"

I felt my face start to flush as Mark resumed licking, and in seconds Ashley was crying out as another orgasm swept through her bound body. She had just stopped and slumped back into the bed panting, when in one smooth movement, Mark slid up between her legs. Ashley cried out in pain as my brother's huge dick entered her for the first time. Mark immediately began slamming her hard and fast, fucking the shit out of her. Ashley was squealing with each thrust, and the look on her face was one of pain as Mark drove his enormous cock into her tight young pussy. Mark pulled out and stood over her with while squeezing his cock. Ashley proved a quick learner as she cried out;

"Oh yes oh please cum on me! Oh please Master let me taste it!"

Mark leaned over and jerking his cock, began completely painting Winthrop's face with spurt after spurt of his hot thick cum.

"This is the best." Mark said quietly.

The screen flickered and I found myself staring straight into Ashley Winthrop's pain wracked face. Ashley was on her knees with my brother behind her tearing into her doggy style. Mark had her hair pulled so hard her head was forced up to face the camera and I could see her neck bending back at an angle. Mark was hammering away at her so hard I could hear their flesh slapping together and Ashley was yelping continuously. Mark stopped fucking her and leaning back removed his cock. With an evil smile he pushed it against her and I saw Winthrop's eyes widen.

"Oh, Oh I..."

"No?" Mark asked. "You don't want this beautiful cock in your nasty ass? Is that what you're saying?

"Oh, of...of course not Master I want it I do, but it's so big I... ohhh"

Winthrop moaned in pain as Mark must have pushed his cock part way in. I felt my pussy begin to dry up as there was nothing hot about anal sex to me, not after what I had been through.

"Take it or leave it pig, your choice."

"Yes master! I oh please!"

"Please?"

"Oh please fuck my ass Master, please make this whore into a real woman for you!"

"As you wish." Mark said softly while smirking into the camera.

Mark drove his hips forward and Ashley let out a scream of pain. Part of me wanted to look away at this point, but I nevertheless found myself transfixed by the site of Ashley's face as my brother slammed ten plus inches of cock into her ass. Ashley eyes were bulging and her mouth was stuck open in a continuous squeal. Still fucking her hard and fast, Mark reached behind him and when he brought his hand up I saw he had the vibrator in his hand. Mark pushed the bullet between Winthrop's legs and turning it on, dropped the remote, grabbed her hips and began absolutely tearing into her.

Ashley screamed again and again, but as before I began to hear hints of pleasure in them. Pulling her head back even more; Mark commanded;

"That banner over the mirror read it out loud!"

"It.. is... only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure!" Ashley was gasping and yelping between each word and when she finished Mark snapped;

"Then enjoy the ride whore!"

Mark let go of her hair and grabbing both of her slim hips, began savagely fucking her ass. Ashley was now practically howling as my brother tore into her ass, but in between her shrieks were tiny gasps and I watched as the look on her face changed from pure pain to surprise as she no doubt felt herself ready to cum as my brother relentlessly pounded her ass. Mark grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back and lifting her upper body off the bed. Angling his hips Mark started driving his cock in even deeper. A minute later Ashley Winthrop tossed her head back, opened her mouth, and let out a howl of pure pleasure. As Mark continued to fuck her Ashley squealed and bucked her hips back against him. They were both covered with sweat and at this point Ashley looked as sex drunk as my brother as she writhed against his powerful body.

Ashley let out one last gasp, and Mark shoved her in the back sending her face down on the bed. Bracing his hands in the middle of her back Mark lifted his knees off the bed and started driving up and down into her ass as if doing pushups. Ashley was moaning into the bed as Mark started pumping faster and harder. After several more savage pumps Mark pulled his cock out and flipping Winthrop over sprayed his cum all over her face and tits. When he was done Mark scooped some of his cum off of Winthrop's tits with his fingers and held them in front of her.

"Oh thank you master!" She panted before eagerly sucking his fingers into her mouth.

The scene faded and the next image was of Ashley dressed in her skirt and vest sitting next to my brother on the end of the bed. Mark was still naked and had his arm around her shoulders. I noticed that both their hair was wet, and assumed Mark had showered with her. Mark leaned in, and after giving Ashley a kiss on the cheek said;

"So Rose, is that what you were hoping for?