Todos los capítulos de 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Caleb's POVI watched Maya leave for her shift at the café, her tight little ass swaying in those yoga pants as she disappeared down the hallway. Twenty years old, my sweet little sister, and she had no idea what was coming. At twenty-one, I’d spent months planning this. Total ownership. She was going to be mine, body and mind, until the only name she remembered was “Brother’s Toy.”The apartment was quiet. I got to work immediately. I’d ordered the tiny cameras online, I made sure to order high-definition, motion-activated, Wi-Fi enabled cameras. I installed one in the living room corner, angled perfectly toward the couch where she liked to curl up.I planted another in the kitchen, capturing the counter where she made her morning coffee. The real prizes went in her bedroom. There was one above the dresser for a full view of her bed, one in the closet facing the door, and the most important one hidden in the air vent of her bathroom, giving me a crystal-clear shot of the shower. I ev

Maya's POVEverything felt fuzzy now, like my mind was wrapped in thick fog. After that first intense night when Caleb took my ass, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Needing him. My big brother had become my entire world, and I didn’t know why it felt so right. The headaches and weakness only eased when he was near. When he touched me.I woke up one morning to his voice whispering through the speakers he’d set up “for relaxation.” Soft loops played all night: “Brother is your everything. Friends never cared. Your job doesn’t matter. Serve Brother. Only his cock brings pleasure.” I rubbed my eyes, confused but strangely wet between my legs.“Caleb?” I called out weakly. He appeared in my doorway, smiling that possessive smile that made my stomach flutter.“Morning, Maya. How’s my little sister feeling?” His voice was deep, commanding.“Better when you’re here,” I admitted, blushing. I didn’t remember much about my old friends anymore. Caleb showed me messages and videos on his phone

Sophia's POV The days blurred into a haze of candlelight and scripture after that first night on the altar. My body still hummed from the forced orgasm Father-Husband had drawn from me with prayer. I called him that now in my mind, even if my lips sometimes stumbled. Richard, my father felt strange, distant, wrong. But I still understand that he was my god, my Husband, my everything.“On your knees, Sophia,” he commanded again this morning in the chapel, his voice deep and reverent. The silk prayer ropes dangled from his hands.“Yes, Father-Husband,” I whispered, dropping before the altar. My knees ached against the cool floor, but the pain felt holy. He blindfolded me with a soft black cloth, plunging me into darkness. “Recite the longer submission while I train your throat.”I opened my mouth eagerly, tears already pricking my eyes. His thick cock pressed past my lips, stretching me. “My body is Your temple… my holes belong to my Father-Husband,” I mumbled around him, gagging as he

Cassandra's POVDarkness. Silence so complete it pressed against my eardrums like a living thing. The only sounds were my own recorded moans looping endlessly: “Julian, yes… fuck your mother… harder!” and his deep voice beneath it, commanding, “I am my son’s holes. Say it. Accept it.” I had no idea how many days had passed. Time dissolved in the cabin.My body ached, yet it betrayed me constantly. The small vibrator taped to my clit buzzed on the lowest setting, never enough to cum, never enough to stop. I hallucinated his touch during the long deprivation sessions. Sometimes I swore I felt Julian’s fingers on my skin even when I was alone in the void.When the hood finally came off, I blinked against the dim light. Julian stood over me, naked, his cock already hard. “Hungry, Mom?”I hated how my mouth watered. He fed me from his hand first, small pieces of fruit, then bread. Later he fed me from his cock, sliding it past my lips while I knelt on the cold floor. “Good girl,” he murmur

Elena's POVMaster’s cum still coated my tongue as we drove home from the mall. My body buzzed from the relentless vibrations inside me, and my mind felt fractured. I was Elena, his sister… but that identity was slipping away with every command. “Master,” I whispered, nuzzling his thigh, “your sister-slave needs more.”Victor stroked my hair. “Good girl. Repeat the mantra.”“My mind and body exist only to worship and pleasure your cock,” I said obediently, the words feeling more natural each time. The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra.At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”I swallowed eagerly, the taste of