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Branding Mom & Sis Like Cattle


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EDITORE Amber FoxxFire
EAN 9788829577279
CATEGORIA Narrativa erotica
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Could I do it? Could I really brand and rape my sister and mother?

Mom and sis had run away and it was my job to track them down, tie them up, throw them in dog cages and bring them back to the farm where they would be branded and raped.

I was given carte blanche to do whatever I desired with them. They were my cattle now and would live only to please and obey me.


Dad had given me very explicit instructions on how I was to capture them. I had to visit 3 pet stores before I found a cage heavy enough and big enough to put them in. Imagining my mom and sis in dog cages both excited me and weirded me out.

In the end, getting them in the cage in the back of the truck wasn't as hard as I envisioned. He was right, putting pizza inside there, did the trick.

Mom and sis kicked and screamed the entire ride back. Sheesh, you'd have thought I was killing them or something. Good thing I ball-gagged and tied them and threw a tarp over the cages or someone might've been alerted.

When we got back to the farm, dad had the barn all ready for them. We had three cows and two horses and mom and sis were going to be spending a lot of time with them. Mom tried to kick out at us when we unloaded the truck, but dad slapped her.

I've never seen dad hit anyone, so that came as a bit of a shock.

"That's your first lesson, boy. Don't let the cattle get away with anything!" He laughed, then tied rope around their waists and led them single-file through the house and out into the barn.

"Look at them, son! They're perfect cattle." He opened the barn door and indicated to the straw floor. "This is your new home. I guaran-damn-tee you neither one of you bitches is ever going to run away again.

Dad took off mom's ball gag and cloth over her eyes. The spittle and venom that flew from her mouth made me step back.

"No, stand your ground, son. These are your cattle now. You're not afraid of Bessie, are ya?" He laughed and slapped me on the back.

"No. But I don't --"

"Don't matter, now, boy. They're all yours to do what you want with. But first..." He turned and grabbed something from the other room.

Mom's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw what he was holding.
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