Hank peeked through the keyhole; the interior doors of the Venture compound still had old-fashioned skeleton key locks, allowing Hank a good view of what was happening in Triana's bedroom
Hank peeked through the keyhole; the interior doors of the Venture compound still had old-fashioned skeleton key locks, allowing Hank a good view of what was happening in Triana's bedroom. Triana was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing her black stilettos, thigh-high stockings, and a new black lace corset, and nothing else. Dean was on floor in front of her, down on all fours. She had made him strip down to nothing but his male chastity belt, and had put a leather dog collar around his neck.
"Here Deanie!" she cooed, calling him to her with a motion of her finger.
Dean crawled forward, dragging his knees across the floor.
"Jeez Loueez!" Hank gasped, "She's controlling him with her hypno powers!"
He kept his head down, humbly looking at the floor. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the pain of his dick straining to become erect against the cold, hard metal surrounding it. Triana grinned, then leaned forward, lifting up Dean's chin and smiling at him. Dean forced a tortured smile. His member was throbbing with pain, and his balls ached from being denied an orgasm for more than two weeks. And yet, his heart leapt when he saw the genuine tenderness in Triana's eyes. In spite of all the pain and humiliation she had inflicted upon him, at that moment he was certain that she truly loved him, and that the torture and discomfort were nothing more than the norm for such a relationship. He'd imagined a different sort of relationship between them. He'd hoped to win her heart by impressing her with his knowledge of obscure scientific trivia, or perhaps by feats of bravery, the kind that Brock did…
"Dean," Triana said, her voice firm and commanding. He leaned his head forward, listening intently. She crossed her legs, right over left, and shoved her right foot towards his face. "Suck on my toes. And I don't want to feel your teeth, at all!"
Dean looked to the side, confused and embarrassed. Her…her toes? Since when did girls have private parts there? Or is this more weird stuff?
"Dean! Suck 'em."
Dean looked up, blushing. "Yes, Triana." He opened his mouth, and took her big toe between his lips, sliding his tongue around it while sucking. Triana smirked and lit a cigarette.
"I have five toes, Dean. Make sure you pay attention to all of them."
"Yes…Mistress."
He slid his tongue around her middle toe, and then sucked on it gently before sliding his tongue between her middle and fourth toe, then down and around the fourth, then back and over and around the middle toe. Triana drew on her cigarette, then exhaled the bluish smoke from her nostrils.
"Good technique, Dean."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I didn't tell you to stop."
Hank thought that he understood the situation perfectly.
"I see…she's making him drink her blood out of her toes! Well, I got to do something!"
Hank struggled to come up with a plan. Go tell dad…no, he won't listen. Tell Brock! No, there's no time! This is your chance! Today Henry Allen Venture proves he's got the mettle! He looked to his right, spying a heavy silver candlestick. He kicked open the door and charged in, shouting in what he hoped was a terrifying voice; To Dean and Triana, it was a pathetic, boyish shriek. Dean saw his brother, and a thousand thoughts, fears and explanations ran through his mind. Out from the fog broke a single thought: he's attacking Triana. From that thought followed another: protect you girlfriend!
Dean dashed at his brother, colliding with him and tackling him to the ground. Hank released the candlestick and struggled to throw off Dean, but his brother clung to him insanely, grabbing his brother by the throat and trying to strangle him.
"Snap out of it Deano! Can't you see she's trying to drink your blood?"
"What? You're crazy!"
Hank rolled Dean to the side, switching position with him. He pulled his brother's hands off of his neck and pinned them to the ground.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Deano! You'll thank me later! Ow! What the dealie-o?"
Hank had felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Triana proudly holding an empty syringe. His vision began to blur. He felt as though the room was reeling. He slumped over to the side, either from the drug or from Dean pushing him. He felt his body going numb, and the edges of his vision became dark. Someone grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. He could see the dark wooden panels on the ceiling. He blinked, and the room went out of focus for several seconds. Triana came into focus above him, her breasts thrust out proudly. Even dazed and horribly confused, Hank was taken by their beauty. He saw his brother's face.
"Dean…," he gasped, and then he closed his eyes.
Triana smiled.
"Take his clothes off."
"Tr…Triana!?"
"Do it. Tie him to the table," she instructed him. She walked over to her bedside table, opened the drawer, and removed a blonde wig, a tube of lipstick, eyeshadow, and a plastic case of fake eyelashes. "Then put these on him. Your brother will have to pay for interrupting us, Dean. Now get going. That drug won't last forever."
Hank heard voices above him. Panicking, he tried to sit up, but felt his arms were pulled taut and secured at the wrists. Opened his eyes, and saw his brother standing naked beside him.
"Euh…," he moaned, his head aching, "What…Dean! We got to get out of here!"
"Relax, Hank, no one's going anywhere!" he heard Triana say. He looked down, and saw Triana standing a few feet from the end of the table where his ankles where chained, adjusting a digital camcorder on its tripod.
"You'll never get my blood, vampiress!"
Triana giggled, then walked over to Hank's head. Leaning over him, she smiled and said, "Enjoying the view?"
Hank blushed and looked to the side. As he felt the sensation returning to his body, he noticed that he was cold, and then realized that he was naked. And yes, he was enjoying the view, something that Triana noticed.
"If I was a vampire, Hank, would I reflect in a mirror?" She leaned her head next to Hank's, and held out a mirror so Hank could see her face. He lifted his head and looked at the mirror.
Hmm…she has a point. What was she doing to Dean then? And who's that ugly cross-dresser?
"Holy moley, that's me! What'd you do?!"
Triana laughed and set the mirror aside.
"Do you like it? You make a pretty girl, Hank! Actually, it wasn't me who did anything. That's all your brother's doing. But I did have him do it, in case you're wondering. He does anything I ask him."
Hank turned his head. His brother was sitting on the bed, hands covering his privates, looking horribly ashamed.
"Dean! Why are you doing this? Snap out of it! She's obviously some kind of supervillain who's got you under her spell!"
Triana sighed.
"You know, Dean is right, you really are the dumb one."
"Hey!" Hank shouted in objection. Triana made an ugly face, and promptly struck him across the chest with a riding crop. Hank winced, feeling leather crop leave a stinging slash across his chest.
"I'm not a vampire, or a supervillain, or anything like that, got it? Dean does whatever I say, because he's my sex slave. He does it all in the hope of getting to fuck me every once in a while! Isn't that right, Deanie?"
Dean nodded, not looking at either of them.
"That's a good boy. And me? I enjoy the servitude, the company, and yes, the sex. But the best part is the pain and humiliation your poor brother has to go through. I enjoy that even more than your brother enjoys head, and don't you enjoy that, Deanie?"
"Yes'm," Dean whimpered, crossing his legs tightly, not wanting his brother to see his raging hard-on.
"Aww, Deanie's so modest! Now, you interrupted our fun, Hank. And for that, I'm going to punish you!"
"Oh yeah? Well do your-!"
Hank's last word was cut off but something being shoved in his mouth. He crossed his eyes, and saw something flesh-colored. Triana had shoved a huge dildo into his mouth. She held up a small digital camera and snapped a quick photo before Hank spat it out.
"What the hell?"
"Teehee! You look good with a dick in your mouth, Hank! Maybe you should find yourself a boyfriend!" she squealed between fits of mocking laughter.
"You're not getting away with this, you evil succubus! I'll tell my dad! I'll have Brock come and kick your ass!"
"Oh really? Not if you don't want me showing this to him, not to mention putting it on the web."
"So what, its just one picture!"
"Hmm, so it is…I guess I'll need something more damning to blackmail you into submission. Dean!"
Dean looked up and stood, his hands still trying to cover his erection. Triana called him over with a motion of her hand, then she whispered something in his ear. Hank couldn't hear what she whispered, but he judged by Dean's reaction-a disgusted face, followed by fiercely shaking his head-that it wasn't good. Triana reached down and grabbed Dean's cock, rubbing it as she whispered to him again. Dean moaned and nodded. Triana walked around the table, to the end by Hanks head. He looked up at her angrily, and then looked down, and saw Dean climbing up onto the table by his feet.
"Dean…what are you doing?"
Dean didn't answer, but closed his eyes and crawled across the table, coming closer and closer to Hank's face. Hank could not help but see his brother's painfully-throbbing dick, and grew increasingly nervous as it grew closer and closer to his face. While he was distracted, Triana put something behind his head.
"Wait, what's-nnngh!"
An 'O'-shaped piece of metal was jammed between his teeth, holding his mouth open. He looked up at Triana, who was grinning wickedly, then felt something warm pressing against his chin. He lifted his head up and looked down, and saw his brother straddling his chest, holding his dick in his hand, the head resting on his chin. Hank panicked, his head thrashing side to side as he struggled in vain against his restraints. Triana grabbed Hank's hair and chin, holding his head up.
"Do it," she growled. Dean closed his eyes and slowly moved his hips forward. He bit his lower lip, feeling the head of his dick touch warm, wet inside of his brother's mouth. Hank screaming, rolling his eyes up into his head. Triana grabbed Dean's hand and set it on top of Hank's head. She walked over to Hank's left, and adjusted the focus on a second camcorder.
"Well, go ahead, Dean, throatfuck that bitch!"
Both boys were crying. Dean slowly pulled back his hips, then violently thrust them forward, gasping as his member went all the way into Hank's mouth, hitting the back of his throat and gagging him. Triana watched through the camera's viewfinder, rubbing her clit furiously.
"Yeah, gag that bitch! Ahhh!"
She moaned as he dropped to her knees, sliding two fingers back and forth over her clit and into her pussy.
"God, that is hot!" She bounced up and down on her knees, fingering herself with her right hand and squeezing her left tit with her other hand. She watched and played with herself as Dean, now holding up his brother's head by the hair with both hands, thrust all the way in and held. Hanks eyes bulged and he made a frightened yelp, and then gurgled and gagged as his brother's cum spurted into his throat. Triana screamed, leaning backwards as she pumped her two fingers in and out of herself.
She lay panting on the ground a few minutes, her hand gently massaging her pussy, her clit somewhat sensitive after her intense orgasm. She looked at her hand, and saw it was covered with her cum. She smiled and licked it, then stood and walked over to Hank. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, his open mouth covered with cum and saliva.
"Have fun? Huh?"
Hank didn't make a sound, the gag preventing him from speaking, and his own shame and terror preventing him from trying. Triana frowned, then picked up her crop and whipped his chest and face repeatedly, until both were sore and red. Hank whimpered pathetically, crying.
"Now do understand what happens with you interrupt me and your brother? Do you, Henry Allen Venture? And if you tell anyone about this, not only will your dad's rich military contracts drop him for having two cocksucking faggot sons, but he'll throw you out on the streets! Got it?"
Hank nodded tearfully.
"Good! Now get the hell out!"
She pressed a button on the side of the table, and the manacles holding Hank's wrists and ankles. She flipped the table over, and Hank rolled off. He struggled onto his hands and knees, then pulled off the gag and wig, and wiped the makeup, cum, and tears off of his face with his hands. He looked at his hands, then his brother, who was curled up by the bed, his knees drawn against his chest. Dean opened his mouth, as if to make a sound of apology, but Hank ran, covering his face with his hands.
Triana waited until he was gone, then walked over to Dean, hands on her hips.
"That was pretty impressive earlier, Dean. You took down your brother trying to defend me."
Dean struggled to grin, and began to say, "Really? Thanks!" before Triana kicked him in the forehead, knocking him flat. She then set her heal against Dean's scrotum, making him wince and clench grip the floor in pain.
"Aaaah-aaah!"
"What have I told you? If I wanted a real man, I'd have dated some jock at school! You're my bitch-boy, and the only one with balls in this relationship is me, you got it?"
She pressed his balls harder to emphasize her point. Dean banged his head against the floor, and answered through gritted teeth, his voice cracking in pain,
"Yes, my mistress! I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
"Good boy." She removed her foot. "Now get out of here. Be here waiting for me when I get back from school tomorrow."
Dean clambered to his feet, grabbed his clothes and ran for the door.
"Don't forget this!"
Triana picked up his chastity belt and threw it at him, hitting him in the head.