Encephalon - Shion, The Brainwashed Whore

ENCEPHALON - JIN/SHION

Author's Note: This is a hardcore humiliation story that involved Margulis "getting back" at Jin by turning Shion into a complete disgrace. If that doesn't interest you, read no further. This is quite possibly a ONE-SHOT, but I'm not 100% sure of that so I didn't put it in the details. Review if you want to- feedback is always appreciated. Don't feel obligated, though ;D Enjoy.

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At first, Jin Uzuki was aware only of a dim shroud that seemed to be stretched over his weary eyes. It hurt to open them, and the images they revealed were blurred and imprecise, as if seen through a layer of nylon- yet there was nothing material drawn over his face. It was all a result of whatever force had laid him low. Whatever had incapacitated him, knocked him out, had left his vision swimming like that of a habitual drunk. With some desperation, he searched for his last memory. Had it been…

But wait. There was motion in front of him…the patter of feet on the cold floor, and heavier bootsteps. Jin could tell the floor was cold because, strange as it was, his own feet were bare. It took only a second for him to identify the chill air against his skin and realize that he was wearing nothing but his undergarments- a traditional rokushaku fundoshi that was twisted to create a thong effect. Had he recently been stripped? Jin tried to rise from his seated position, and couldn’t. He was shackled to his chair, arms behind his back, and that chair in turn was attached to the ground.

This alarmed him more than any other strangeness, perhaps because it wasn’t so strange at all. This was a sort of chair meant for only one purpose- interrogation. And the very word “interrogation” was inexorably linked in his mind to the name and unforgettable face of a certain man. Jin’s eyes had cleared enough to make out humanoid shapes in front of him…and one towering figure in particular, starting with a wide base of ceremonial dress and tapering off to a head more than six feet off of the ground, was unmistakable even with his eyes playing cruel tricks on him.

He knew the identity of his tormentor even before that unforgettable voice cut through the air like a blade.

“Uzuki.”

“Colonel,” replied Jin, bringing his dull eyes down to gaze on the floor. Nothing could mask the contempt in his voice, not even the small amount of respect he held for the man who was nearly his equal as a warrior. “You arranged this?”

Margulis laughed like a cat taking pleasure in the squirming of a wounded mouse. “Hardly,” he replied. “With your arrogance and ignorance, you set these wheels in motion. That old fool always said that a man’s destiny is his own- and in your case he was right.”

“So it’s to be torture,” said Jin, his head hanging down. He felt drained, tired…the corded muscles of his torso were as cleanly defined as ever, but they had lost their spring, for the moment. “To what end, Colonel? Will nothing satisfy you?”

Margulis uttered another laugh. “I’m a hard man to satisfy, Uzuki. In vengeance or otherwise. But this so-called torture won’t allow you to achieve any misguided dreams of martyrdom. All that I require from your is your attention. Your rat-like sneaking on behalf of the Federation isn’t the issue here.”

“Then what is?” Jin sensed, rather than saw, Margulis approaching closer.

“That old fool and his blind nepotism, Uzuki.”

Jin clenched his teeth with frustration and looked upward, his eyes still clearing. He could make out Margulis clearly now- the tall, imposing man was wearing his more ceremonial Ormus uniform. As ever, the scabbard for his sword was hanging straight down between his legs in a barely-disguised metaphor. He had planned to capture Margulis’ attention with rhetoric while he worked his hands free of his shackles…but all of those efforts were stopped in their tracks by what his slowly-coalescing vision revealed.

Clinging to Margulis’ leg like a desperate child, devoted and meek, was his sister, Shion Uzuki.

Shion had always been drop-dead gorgeous, but the only thing more pronounced than her beauty was how oblivious she was to the fact that she was better looking than just about any other female. Part of this was good genetics- Jin was himself a very handsome man, though his lack of pride meant that he would seldom admit it. The color of her eyes was an almost supernatural aquamarine, which had come from her mother, Aoi. Jin’s own eyes, as well as those of his father, Souo, were much darker. She kept herself in good physical shape by practicing martial arts, though she was nowhere as proficient as he, she would occasionally display an astonishing level of strength for her slight frame, especially when angry. Some things about Shion, however, most notably her absolutely flawless skin, gravity-defying rear end, and the near-endless length of her legs, were just flat out luck. Had she been born with a different destiny, Jin had often mused, she would have become an idol- a model, a galaxy-wide celebrity.

His sister, though, had always been too much of a busybody for that. She took an otaku’s interest in the workings of protocols and communication algorhythms from a very young age. While he was practicing swordsmanship or reading old paper media (or, more likely, off on a mission), she was programming custom connection-gear avatars for her chatroom friends. This, along with their strong family connections to the technology development industry (their father, Souo, had been a member of an influential oversight committee…at least as far as Shion knew) had led to her position first as an intern and then as a member of the Third R & D Division.

Her rapid development had actually contributed to their strange and often distant relationship. Shion had never needed his help to do anything. Jin had wanted to protect her from the sorts of things that might befall a “normal” younger sister, like the inappropriate actions of overzealous boyfriends, but he’d never needed to so much as lift a finger. Even the lecherous-looking owner of the Moby Dick café, where Shion had worked as a waitress, had never so much as made one off-color remark. This was despite the fact that Shion had blossomed from a bean-pole 14-year-old to a 16-year-old goddess practically in front of his eyes. Jin had privately conjectured that the man had likely been a homosexual.

It had eventually come to Jin’s attention that what he really needed to do, rather than protecting Shion from outside trouble, was to protect her from negative outcomes that might branch off from his own past, and that of their parents. Shion somehow becoming a pawn in Margulis’ vengeful schemes had always been a worst-case-scenario for Jin. Even in the present, with Shion having willingly taken on a role in saving the galaxy from the peril of the Gnosis and all of the shadowy factors behind the scenes, the conflict between Jin and the Colonel was one that he saw as very personal.

Now, it seemed like his worst fears were coming to fruition. Shion leaned against Margulis’ leg like a supermodel basking against the trunk of a palm tree. She was totally naked, her body unfolding against the floor in all of its long and lithe perfection. The soft roundness of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the hairless delta of her sex were all clearly displayed…and none of it lost on Jin, despite his alarmed state. Most perplexingly, her aquamarine eyes were dull and cowed.

“Colonel!” barked Jin, his eyes blazing. He tried to rise, knowing he couldn’t, but wanting to show his outrage. “You’ve never stooped so low! Is your heart so filled with vengeance that there’s no corner left for honor?” Jin’s heart was beating fast. There was something so…obscene…about the way his sister was leaning against Margulis’ leg, he almost didn’t want to contemplate the implications. Like most brothers, Jin had been hesitant to imagine his sister “with” a man- the contrast between that sort of thing and his own vision of her as an annoying, curry-ruining brat had been too great. Ironically, the only man whom Jin had ever really been comfortable imagining as Shion’s “love” was the unassuming and devoted Allen Ridgley. This was because Allen viewed his sister as a sort of deity- Jin was 100% sure he would never do anything to harm her, or slow her down and neutralize her potential. No, Allen would follow Shion like a loyal dog for the rest of his days, and Jin saw no problem with that.

Kevin Winnicot, the man who had actually captured Shion’s heart before his untimely death, Jin liked considerably less. Shion seemed to melt down and become a lovestruck schoolgirl at the mention of his name, a state that Jin found boring and tiresome. Troublesome as she was, he much preferred peppy, ambitious Shion. Kevin’s Shion only had as much ambition as Kevin himself- and as his assistant she seemed perfectly content just to do whatever he wanted.

In looking at his sister clinging to Margulis’ leg, Jin saw something even worse than he demeanor when Winnicot was involved- a sort of mindless devotion. The nakedness added to that a sexual connotation that was unspeakable.

“Shion!” he hissed, leaning forward in his chair. “Get up! Don’t let him control you!”

There was no response from Shion, she just snuggled in closer to Margulis’ leg…but as she did so, Jin caught a glimpse of a glowing, multi-colored glyph on her forehead. His eyes snapped back to Margulis at once.

“Personality reconditioning!” said Jin. “What level have you subjected her to?” His eyes were blazing, furious. Margulis ran a questing hand through Shion’s hair and she mewled pathetically, leaning into his palm and quivering at his touch.

“No ‘official’ level, Uzuki,” said Margulis. “But I have some ‘experience’ in dealing with reconditioned specimens. I’ve decided to try a reconditioning program of my own design. It was originally developed to re-educate heretics and traitors to Ormus. But with a few modifications it can be used to produce interesting results in others as well! Even dogs from your twisted and ungrateful lineage!”

“Colonel! You monster!” called Jin, clenching his teeth. Every muscle in his samurai’s body answered his call as he tried to rise, but it was to no avail- his shackles were unbreakable and he only succeeded in nearly dislocating his own wrists and shoulders. “Nnnnngh!”

“Stop struggling- you’re pathetic. I have always been your superior Uzuki, by any standard you care to use.”

The door swished open then and in walked a devastating blonde with narrow, pretty eyes and a perfect tan. She was beautiful in an athletic, mature way that was much different from the girl he had loved once as a youth, but no less alluring. Pelligri. As long as he lived, Jin would never forget her name, or her face. The black lingerie she was sporting was new, though.

“Still playing the hero,” she remarked, walking across the floor to stand beside Margulis. “Is your sister really so precious to you? You’re not the sort of man who puts a woman before his duty.” Her voice was sultry and low, intoxicating. Even amidst the chaos of the situation, Jin wanted her badly…her body was hard, smooth, inviting. Round in all the right places, but angular around the neck, chin, and mouth…if they had been alone, he would have tried to win her back, duty be damned. But they were most certainly not alone.

Margulis began to disrobe then. Each buckle, snap, and rustle of fabric was predatory. The body he revealed was close to how Jin remembered it from their many sparring matches. He was no stranger to Margulis’ naked form, considering all of the hot springs they had lounged in so many years ago- soaking away the aches of a day’s training- and the many times they had shared a changing area. There were differences now, though- perhaps only the difference that ten years and a hard heart can make. The man was thicker, now- still agile, but with deeper cords of muscle…and a great many more scars. Margulis let his robe drop to the floor, taking care to set his sheathed sword carefully aside. It was Pelligri who knelt beside him, opposite Shion, and pulled the Colonel’s tight-fitting boxer-briefs down. Jin lowered his gaze to the floor and let his head hang.

It was not out of embarrassment that he did this, but only because he couldn’t bear to look Margulis’ generous endowment book-ended by two faces her knew- that of his former lover, and his sister. Pelligri, sharp as she was, saw this exact mixture of emotions in him.

“He can’t bear to watch,” she quipped, he voice cruel and teasing. “Can’t bear to see the reason I left him, to be with a real man.”

Jin’s teeth clenched slightly but he did not move.

“Why not watch, Uzuki? You’re many things, but do you care to add ‘coward’ to the list of your shortcomings? Look up and see the sword that lays to rest your family dignity. I had always though I would take your head, Uzuki...”

Margulis grabbed Shion’s hair roughly, and the young woman squeezed submissively, a cry of pain. This was enough to get Jin to look up.

“But before I do that I’ll prepare a grave for your sister’s virtue and your family’s reputation!”

The image that confronted Jin when he raised his head was one of horrifying obscenity. Even though the hanging bangs of his black hair he could make out the rising, blood-engorged length of Margulis’ large penis, a foot-long member that rose from his crotch in a smooth, thick flesh-arc and ended with a perfectly-shaped mushroom-tip. The thickness and power of it were all the more pronounced when contrasted with the slender faces of Pellegri and his sister Shion- the two women were nuzzling their features into Margulis’ large, smooth nutsack, sniffing and licking at his generous testicular endowment like a pair of animals. Shion had risen to balance on her feet, squatting with her legs spread, one hand rutting between her legs. It was the most obscene position, by far, that Jin had ever seen her in.

Pelligri looked at him venomously through one blue eye even as the older woman sucked and slurped at Margulis’ balls, leaving trails of spit on his sack. Maintaining eye contact with Jin, she opened her mouth and inhaled one large nut, bouncing it around with her tongue, bathing it in spit. “Mmmmhh!” she exhaled, worshipfully. She freed her mouth long enough to say “You’re such a premature-ejaculating faggot compared to Margulis! I’m sick to think that I ever let you touch me!” Resolute as he was, Jin’s heart sank. He saw no evidence of personality reconditioning in Pellegri’s fervor- just a deep and emasculating belief that, compared to Colonel Margulis, her once-cherished love Jin Uzuki was less than nothing.

Pellegri spit at Jin then, the warm froth from her mouth landing on his bare thigh. Jin seethed in dismay as his sister’s voice made itself heard. “I love the taste of sweaty balls!” cooed Shion, her blue eyes shut in concentration, her tongue flattening out against Margulis’ nutsack when it wasn’t busy enunciating words that, until this point, Jin had never believed Shion capable of saying. “It makes me so hot to know that they’re stinking up my face!”

If it hadn’t been such an obscene degradation, it would have been comical. Steeling his resolve again, Jin leaned forward, neck straining, eyes avid, searching for some way to get through to her.

“Shion!” he called. “Reach inside yourself! This isn’t you! You’re stronger than this!”

Margulis burst out laughing. “Your so-called sister lacks the strength to defy the conditioning, Uzuki. This blade of flesh is now the shining star of her existence. You’ve failed her as a guardian and as a brother- just as you failed Pellegri as a man.”

“Colonel!” growled Jin at Margulis, through clenched teeth. “This is unforgivable!” Jin’s inner fire was replaced with dismay when Shion edged forward and pulled Margulis’ fleshy fucktool downward before popping the fat, cummy tip into her mouth. She kept her angelic eyes locked with her brother while she sucked contentedly on the big prick helmet. The noises that escaped Shion as she dined submissively on fleshy dick were nearly enough to drive Jin insane. Pellegri sucked noisily at Margulis’ balls while Shion slowly choked herself on his fat cockhead, her eyes beginning to water.

“Shion…” said Jin, unable to muster any words. He willed himself to look away, but could not. The empty-eyed way his long, lithe sister was sucking at Margulis’ cockhead was so obscene it was impossible to ignore. Even if he had looked away, it would have been burned into his memory. With a sick choking noise, Shion let her mouth slip off the top of the Colonel’s cock and exhaled repeatedly, as if to drive home the idea that the big knob had been cutting off her air. A small strand of cloudy spit (or was it cum?) connected her delicate lips with Margulis’ leaking pisshole. Jin watched a whitish ribbon of pre-cum sluice down the side of his nemesis’ cock and felt true despair. Not only was it embarrassing and off-putting to be forced so blatantly to view a rival’s huge penis, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that until seconds before, that spurting, cum-leaking pisshole had been lodged in his sister’s hot mouth, staining her insides with Margulis’ potent seed. He felt helpless and small for the first time in years, and when Shion opened her cummy mouth to address him, it only got worse.

“Why are you looking so down, Jin? I’m just sucking some cock!” said Shion, her voice at least marginally peppy- capturing her former exuberance even in sound if not in the actions she was taking. This just made it worse- it was such a complete perversion of his sister’s personality, Jin felt like he might vomit.

“What’s the matter, faggot? You don’t like to watch your little sister sucking on a big, fat dick?” taunted Pellegri, her mouth wet with the spit she was languishing on Margulis’ balls. “Just because your worthless worm is half the size of the Colonel’s doesn’t mean you have to sit there limp.”

Margulis slapped Shion in the face then, a large, open-handed assault, and Jin once again nearly dislocated his own shoulders trying to get at his adversary. “Monster!” he exclaimed, spittle flying from his mouth in a rage. His usually reserved demeanor was broken for a moment as he saw his sister’s face get brutalized by a man twice her strength. “Touch her again and I’ll-“

“Oh, that feels so good,” came Shion’s voice. “Do it again!”

Jin’s voice died in his throat. He watched wide eyed as Margulis slapped Shion in the face brutally again, knocking her to the ground. Pellegri took the opportunity to begin sucking the Colonel’s dick, stabbing her own face down on the big length of it, sucking noisily.

“Ugh…god, thank you for beating me!” said Shion, her hand rutting between her legs as she lay sprawled right beside her incapacitated brother. Pellegri pulled her mouth from Margulis’ bone and addressed him reverently even as his cum dripped from her glazed mouth.

“You’re such a stud,” Pellegri said, and let one eye turn toward Jin as she used her tongue to suck the cream from her shapely lips. “I’d rather have him hit me in the face than kiss you ever again, Jin Uzuki!”

Shion pulled herself to her knees using Margulis’ leg. “I love it so much when a man puts me in my place,” she cooed, and Jin groaned, hanging his head. His sister had been so self-reliant and headstrong! This was the sort of attitude he’d come to detest as a result of her relationship with Winnicot, only magnified a thousand times.

“The only thing I’m good for is choking on dick and making curry!” Shion continued, rubbing herself between the legs feverishly. Margulis slapped her in the face as she masturbated shamelessly, squatting, her legs spread wide, only inches from her brother.

“Tell your brother exactly what you want!” sneered Margulis. Shion moved her free hand over to Margulis’ pole and began to jack it off in a slow and wet fashion, talking in her brother’s direction even as he left his gaze on the floor.

“I want a man who beat the fuck out of me and keep me barefoot in the fucking kitchen!” moaned Shion, and despite the low angle, Jin could see two of her slender fingers disappearing into her wet, bald, tight pussy. “The only purpose served by a dumb cunt like me is to make sandwiches and give rimjobs.”

Jin clenched his teeth, shaking with rage. Shion leaned closer, the reconditioning rune on her head glowing lightly. Jin could smell the stench of balls on her face, the cock on her breath. When her voice came, it was a dark, nasty seethe.

“I can’t wait for the Colonel to knock me up so I can have his fucking abortion-“

“ENOUGH!” roared Jin. His eyes furiously locked with those of the laughing Margulis. “I’m going to take your head, Colonel! I swear it on grave of my grandfather!”

Margulis opened his mouth to respond, but the first noise that came was a laugh from the mouth of Pellegri. She stood up next to Margulis and pointed at Jin’s crotch, which was barely covered by the fabric of his traditional roku-shaku. Margulis noticed and began to smile as well, bemused. Again, all of Jin’s words lost their force. Try as he might to avoid it-

“He’s getting hard listening to his little sister’s words,” Pellegri taunted. It was true. The white undergarment was tented upward by his cock, and there was even a small damp spot around where the tip of his six-inch penis ended- evidence of his own arousal.

Jin wrestled with the shame he was feeling, half of his mind paralyzed with the awfulness of the situation, the other half screaming out with frustration. It was like a nightmare- but knowing Margulis, it was going to keep getting worse. Shion sprawled forward slightly and rubbed her chest against his thigh, looking sideways at his jutting prick, and that only made it more impossible to lose the inappropriate erection. There were 100 trillion men in the galaxy who would have given anything to be in Jin Uzuki’s shoes at that moment. Shion’s right hand was warm and wet and she trailed it up and down his chest- the fact that it was in such a state because it had been frigging her tight little quim was not lost on Jin.

“Shion…” he gasped. Jin’s body, subjected to an emotional and physical roller-coaster, was now slick with sweat- some of it even dripping down from his brow. “You have to find yourself!” But she seemed too far gone, her original goals and beliefs buried by nefarious government science. His sister ran one pussy-wet hand over his crotch and turned to gaze up at Margulis.

“May I suck him off?” she asked, her aqua eyes desperate and hungry. She gestured toward Jin’s crotch. “He’s no threat to you- please, let me use my body as a garbage pail for his inferior seed, so that it doesn’t damage the rest of civilization by spreading our family’s worthless genetic code!”

“Shion!” snapped Jin. “How can you say-“

“Very well,” replied Margulis. “Put the last nail in the coffin of your family honor.”

“The only place that Jin Uzuki’s worthless, impure cumshot belongs is in the stomach of his fuckpig sister,” commented Pellegri, hugging herself close to Margulis. “I’d rather jettison myself into space than let his watery, insufficient seed touch my skin again!”

“Pellegri…” Jin moaned, unable to comprehend the reason for her emasculating remarks. It was true they hadn’t parted on good terms, but…

Jin’s thoughts were interrupted by Shion pulling aside the white cloth of his rokushaku fundoshi to reveal his erect, uncircumcised penis. Pellegri touched a small control device on a nearby table and the chair began to recline slightly, forcing Jin into a more relaxed, lean-back posture by virtue of his hands being tied behind the rear of the chair. Under normal circumstances, this would have been the correct pose for a prisoner to be subjected to such indignities as toenail torture or having damaging stimuli applied to his undercarriage. In this case, though…

“Mmm…my brother’s asshole,” cooed Shion, moving her face to trail her tongue over his Jin’s exposed balls. Jin groaned with embarrassment and dismay as his previously untouchable sister buried her face in the crack of his ass, using two hands to spread his muscled cheeks and expose his sweaty pucker. “I’ll clean your sweaty shithole up for you, Jin.” As she said those words, he could feel her hot breath on his asshole. Jin groaned as Shion sucked and licked the sweat from his tight ring and then plunged her tongue straight up inside of him, wiggling it from side to side in the depths of his ass.

“Shion…no…” he gasped, but there was no stopping her. Jin was totally bewildered and dismayed. He’d never imagined his sweet sister saying these words or, least of all, performing these acts. But his cock was rock-hard…and her tongue seemed to reach on forever. After a good half-minute of rimming, Shion pulled her tongue out of his ass and exhaled hot breath all over his balls, seeming almost disappointed that his ass had been relatively clean. “Are you ok, Jin?” she asked, her blue eyes wide, jerking him off. “It’s ok if you want to pass wind in my face- I’ll clean your asshole no matter how filthy it is.” The unabashed indecency of her words made Jin sick to his stomach. In fact, he felt like he might vomit.

Meanwhile, Shion licked up the side of his cock, slid her agile tongue between his foreskin and the head of his prick, and then looked him in the eye. “I love the taste of a man’s smegma…I just want to spend every day licking ass, drinking cum and covering my face with smelly dick cheese!”

Jin was scandalized by her words. His sister, formerly independent and bull-headed, had lost none of her physical perfection- but in the place of her previous state of mind there existed a cruel caricature of the previous Shion- a version possessing all of her enthusiasm but obsessed with worshipping the male body and being subjected to all manner of grotesque sexual indignities. Jin tried to imagine Shion as the chained-to-the-sink wife of some abusive, fat, uncultured clod and found the thought absolutely horrifying.

She plunged his cock into her mouth down to the hilt. Jin threw his head back, biting his lip, trying to ignore the sensations. “Your sister sucks a good dick, even if it’s an unworthy worm like yours,” commented Pellegri, still clinging to Margulis as if enthralled. The Colonel himself was still rock hard and watching the spectacle with a bemused expression.

“This is all being recorded and will be broadcast with triple-A encryption to anyone who is interested in seeing the debauchery and disgrace of your family,” said Margulis. “Surely you know what triple-A encryption means- nobody will have any question as to whether this sad sexual display is real. But Pellegri and I will have our faces redacted in the official copy- only the depraved actions of you and your sister will be seen by all!”

Jin gritted his teeth, feeling an unwanted orgasm approaching as his sister’s beautiful face snorkeled his bone with uncanny precision. The fact that she had likely honed her skills choking on the dick of Kevin Winnicot did nothing to ease his feelings of humiliation and despair. “You bastard!” he wheezed. It seemed to be all there was to say. Margulis had stooped to depths he could never have imagined- but in doing so, he definitely had the upper hand.

Shion locked eyes with Jin and began to knead his balls and finger his asshole even as she fucked her own sweat-sticky face down on his cock, banging her perfect, needle-thin nose into his muscled midsection with each downthrust. Jin could only moan as a powerful orgasm approached- he was at Shion’s mercy. She seemed to sense the moment of truth, and pulled his cock from her mouth at the exact moment his muscles tensed, pointing the tip at her face, locking eyes with him, begging him to do what came naturally.

“Fuck up my face with your dirty cum!” begged Shion, her blue eyes pleading. She kneaded the base of his dick and never stopped fingering his ass.

“Ugh!” hissed Jin. A rocket of thick, white sperm erupted into Shion’s face, painting a line down one side of her forehead and onto one cheek, the gooey strand hanging over her eye. And there was more where that came from.

“Yes, Jin, give me your nasty load!” said Shion, opening her mouth while spurt after spurt of syrupy brother-spunk left her face a latticed cum-ruin. The two siblings grunted back and forth to each other, Jin with each spurt of scalding seed that erupted from his unwilling cock, and Shion with every impact of scalding goo that blasted into her face. It was close to fifteen seconds before they regained any semblance of humanity, with Jin going limp in his chair, and Shion falling to the wayside to languish on one smooth, slender hip. Cum from her face dripped to the floor.

Pellegri uttered a cruel laugh as she looked down at him. “A blowjob from your sister is all a faggot like you could hope for,” she sneered. “I’m sure your cock tasted strongly of that URTV’s asshole. Or do I have things in reverse? Is it your asshole that tastes like his cock? Perhaps we should ask your sister?”

Jin, too tired and defeated to respond, only let his head hang down to the side. Shion crawled to a kneeling position, her face still plastered with her brother’s cum. “My face is covered with my family’s disgusting fuckjuice,” she whimpered, grabbing Margulis around the ankle pathetically. “Please disinfect it!”

Margulis, who without stimulation had become half-hard, nodded. “Of course,” he rumbled in his majestic voice. “Pellegri!”

“Yes, Colonel,” said the tanned woman, using one shapely foot to push Shion to the floor. Locking eyes with Jin, she furrowed her brow and clenched her teeth in an expression of satisfied hate, and straddled Shion’s face, squatting just above her, her shapely sex just inches from the cum-splattered features of Jin’s once-pure sister.

“Uuuuugh!” she hissed, and a thick eruption of piss began to blast into Shion’s face with enough force to backsplatter her crotch. There was a sense of satisfaction in her face, as if she were emptying all the hatred and resentment in her body along with this bladder-full of steaming, acrid urine.

Jin shook his head with embarrassment and shame. He looked haunted now, unable to comprehend how fucked-up things had become. His sister, Shion, was now having her face blasted with a hose-like eruption of nasty, stinking piss…straight from the straining pisshole of his former girlfriend.

“Fuck you, Jin Uzuki-“ Pellegri seethed. “You’re a useless butt boy who can’t even protect his own sister…you’re in chains, forced to watch while I mark her face like a wolf marking a fucking fence-post!”

Jin watched, dejected, as Shion brought a hand down to her twat and began to frig herself even as she gargled, drank, played with, and was otherwise covered with a huge torrent of Pellegri’s golden pee. He could see her throat flexing as she chugged great mouthfuls down into her flawless belly. The woman, many years Shion’s senior but still possessed of a dynamite body, seemed to contain and endless flow of piss- as if she’d been saving up for a year. It was the most copious, never-ending piss eruptions that Jin had ever imagined. By the end, some two minutes after it had began, the floor was golden swamp of piss and Shion’s face was, as promised, washed clean of his sperm.

Pellegri rose and looked at Jin. “Your sister is a stupid, piss-drinking sack of shit,” she intoned. Shion rose slowly from the floor, her gorgeous hair matted, her body slick with sweat and urine. And yet, these conditions seemed only to enhance her beauty. She was, in this altered state, a creature of pure sexual self-destruction. Eyes like burning aquamarine candles seemed to cut through the stark white of the room. She came to him, hands and knees, and lay her chin against his thigh, looking him in the eye.

“You couldn’t save our parents, and you couldn’t save me,” she whispered.

“Shion…”

“You couldn’t save me from becoming what I am now. I’m so stupid, Jin, I was a dumb, presumptuous cunt for ever believing I could make a difference on my own. Without a man to hit me in the face and use me as a toilet I’m worth exactly nothing. I’m a stupid, brainless garbage pail and it turns me on to think about just how little a woman’s education is worth and how fulfilling it is to be sexually assaulted on the whim of any man who wants me. I wake up every day dreaming about being used as a cumbucket. I don’t even want to eat or drink anything unless I can find some lowlife to jack off into it first. This is your sister, Shion Uzuki, now. The flower of First Division. Forget the mysteries of the Zohar, and all the friends I’ve made…I’m throwing that all away now so I can spend the rest of my life as the rape-bitch of some fat degenerate.”

She put one hand on each side of his face and locked eyes even more furiously with him.

“I’m going to cum so hard when his fist connects with my face. So hard.”

She moved her face away from his slightly.

“So I hope you’re happy, knowing it was all your fault.”

Shion rose then, and returned to Margulis’ side. Jin was speechless…unable to think or act, so deep was his despair and embarrassment. A door slid open. Men began to file into the room. Dozens of them, wearing U-TIC uniforms.

Shion began to crawl on her hands and knees toward them. Margulis laughed as he stood over Jin. “Now you see I am your better in every way, Uzuki, as I said before.”

Pellegri pressed her control device again. His chair was raised into straight-back position once again, forcing him into a posture more dignified than what he felt. But nothing could stop Jin’s head from hanging down. With another button press, the chair rotated 45 degrees to the right, to where Shion was about to confront fifty U-TIC operatives.

“Now,” continued Margulis, “watch and enjoy, Uzuki.” He laughed, then, long and satisfied, on his way out of the room, taking care to take his sword and belongings, including Pellegri.

Jin tried not to watch. But fifteen minutes later, weary of listening to the gasps, groans and catcalls, he experimentally tilted his head up. What he saw was Shion using two hands to pry open a fat pair of asscheeks and deliver a deep rimjob to an overweight U-TIC soldier’s hairy asshole. She was sucking the sweat off of his nasty anal ring, and the surrounding hairs, when he unloaded in her beautiful, angelic face with a rush of wet-sounding flatulence.

“Fuck, you smell good,” moaned Shion, her own lubrication dripping down her thighs.

“Shut up, bitch,” said the fat soldier.

Jin let his vision drop again. It had been an experiment. He waited to see if he could feel anything…and at first thought that he had passed this particular challenge. But there it was. His cock, rising upward, tenting his underwear again. Jin let his head hang lower, defeated.

There seemed to be no end to the nightmare.