Message-ID: <13087eli$9807161216@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ednnj42@aol.com (EdNNJ42) Subject: RP: Pinky Parts 1 & 2 (M+m+bfF,BDSM,inc,tor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998071521184800.RAA06111@ladder03.news.aol.com> This fictional story contains very graphical sexual/kinky/disturbing situations. DO NOT READ if you are a minor or reading it would violate any law in the state/country where you reside. Do not distribute or post this story without the authors permission (which he usually gives). Comments are welcome, flames are ignored. Author used to collaborate with Hinka, I thank her for the input she’s given me. If reading about torture & incest is a turnoff, please skip Part 1 This is part one and two of a five part story Part 1 – The Abduction Part 2 – The Shower Part 3 – Game time Part 4 – Gregor (includes The Doctor and Sues Tale) Part 5 -- Forever ______________________________ Pinky - The Abduction (Part 1) Hands tied behind my back, I knelt naked in the corner listening to the moans and cries coming from the living room. "Get over here you little slut and suck my cock!" My step-dad was in a particularly raunchy mood and I waddled over to him on my knees. The soles of my feet were still blistered from the last beating, making it very painful to stand. Kneeling before him he grabbed my head and forced it down on his massive cock. I’ve long since lost the "gag" reflex and was able to take his 9" shaft down my throat. Sucking the monster down I finally reached his balls. "Work on the tip you fuckin whore! I want Paul to see how to lick a dickhead." Paul was my younger brother. Standing next to the couch he was also naked. My step-dad played with his balls and tiny penis as I withdrew his shaft, and concentrated on his cockhead. My tongue circled the bulbous tip. Darting in and out of the pee hole then down under the ridge. My spittle coated the orb making it shine. Soon some sweet tasting precum emerged, making the head even more lustrous. My step-dads moans were getting louder as were my mothers. She was on a chair across from us. My younger sister was, like me, bound and on her knees administering to her cunt. I felt sorry for my sister. Mother had put a large punishment dildo up her ass. With a riding crop she kept smacking my sisters backside urging her to get her tongue in deeper. Tears mixed with pussy juice flowed down my moms slit, making a puddle under the cruel woman’s ass. Between moans I could hear my mother screeching. "Lick harder you fuckin bitch! If you stain this chair I’ll force anther dildo up that tight ass of yours." My step-dad was close to cumming. His hold on my brothers penis got stronger and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see my brother grimace in pain. Just before he erupted his foot came up and smacked me hard on my side. I toppled over, headfirst onto the floor. Still holding my brothers penis and balls, he pulled Paul in front of him. Letting go he forced the boy down and ordered him to "finish the job". Paul was sobbing and took a few licks at the mushroom head. Getting impatient, my step-dad took Paul’s head and rammed the dick down his throat. Gasping for air, Paul’s lips were forcibly bobbing up and down on the massive cock. As my step-dad let out a huge sigh, his body stiffened and forced Paul’s head all the way down. Paul was frantically gasping for air as the sperm squirted deep within his throat. Flailing his arms in vain, Paul couldn’t budge his head loose from the giant hands. Finally their grip eased and Paul sprang off of the slimy rod. Looking sick, Paul started to gag and vomit at my fathers feet. Smiling broadly, my step-dad looked on in amusement as Paul continued to spit on the carpet. "That’s OK son. It’s always hard the first time. You’ll get used to it, just like your brother." With those words a sharp cry was heard from the chair. I thought my mother had cum, but soon learned otherwise. "This fuckin, bitch whore bit my clit! You worthless piece of shit! Now you’re really gonna get it!" Mother raised the crop high over the helpless girl. I could see the terror in my sisters eyes as her body braced itself for the blow. "Hold on honey" offered my step-dad. "I have a better idea. No need to do permanent damage." The big man walked over to the cowering girl and grabbed one of her feet. With hands still tied behind, he dragged her over to the couch. Pushing Paul over with his foot he plopped the girl down. Her face landed in Paul’s vomit. "Lets see how good she is at cleaning the rug. OK cunt, lick up that mess." His bare foot was on her head, forcing it down on the smelly waste. Sobbing loudly her tongue tried to lap up the vile goo. Getting behind her, mom started to work the punishment cock in and out of her ass. Drawing it far out, then roughly shoving it back in. I could see pieces of shit sticking between the knobs of the fake phallus. My sister finally managed to get the last bit up in her mouth. Releasing his foot from her head, mom took out the dildo and handed it to him. Grabbing her by the hair he told her to lick the dildo clean. Broken and exhausted, she dutifully licked and swallowed her own pieces of shit off the rubber dong. The grownups smiled at each other and indicated it was time for bed. Standing over me and my sister they pulled us to our feet. The pain in my soles was intense, as they lead all of us down to the basement. "You can finish cleaning the carpet in the morning. For tonight we have something special planned." Paul was instructed to lie face up on the "play" table. Once there his legs, feet and chest where strapped down. A small dildo was inserted in a hole through the table bottom, which penetrated his tight young ass. Paul was told to spread his arms off of the table. We were then bent over. With mom guiding me, she backed me up into Paul’s waiting hand. Squashing Paul’s fingers together she worked them up my sore hole. Pushing me further his whole hand disappeared within my bowels. By the soft sobs, I knew my sister was getting the same treatment with Paul’s other hand. Stepping back both grownups laughed. The site of two youngsters bent over with a hand up each ass from a spread eagle boy, must have been quite comical. "You two look awfully uncomfortable like that! Perhaps you’d like to sit down and relax.", giggled my mother. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me. My sister cried out, "NO, NO" then let out a long scream. She was still crying when my step-dad stepped before me. "Next!" Reaching down he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up. Being careful not to dislodge Paul’s hand, he moved me back up over the table. I cried out in pain as I felt Paul’s arm slip deeper and deeper in my bowels. Easing me down my bum hole stretched tightly as my cheeks engulfed Paul’s elbow and upper arm. The pain in my abdomen was a dull throb compared to the sharp pain from my ravaged hole. Mom bent down to inspect the damage. "Guess our boy needs to be stretched more so he doesn’t bleed next time. Looks like he has a fuckin period! Guess we should buy a few more punishment dildo’s." My step-dad started to laugh. "Don’t need more dildo’s, I still got my baseball bat. What we need are more tampons." Mom went behind me and came back a second later holding a used tampon up to my face. "Look boy, fresh from your little whore sister. Wanna taste?" Forcing my teeth open she pushed the slimy tampon into my mouth. The foul taste made me cough and I could smell my sisters most private odor. With the string sticking out between my teeth, mom taped my mouth shut. Taking a hemp rope my step-dad tied my sister and me tightly together at the neck, shoulders and waist. Sis again cried out as I pictured the barbed rope sawing across her tender nipples. Another rope was hung from the ceiling, which he tied to the hemp. This kept us from falling over and expelling the invader in our bowels. Tied back to back, Sitting on top of Paul’s arms with our feet dangling over the table, we must have been quite a site. "Goodnight my children. Sleep tight. Oh I almost forgot! I promised our big boy here something special for his birthday." Laughing my step-dad went upstairs. Mom stroked my forehead and told me I’d soon have lot’s of little friends to play with. Taking her hand she worked it under my bleeding bottom. Using my own blood as lube she worked it up and down my shaft singing "Happy Birthday", as she stroked. Despite the pain, I found myself getting hard. My step-dad came back down carrying a small plastic bag with black specks inside. Holding the bag up to my face I could see hundreds of small bugs crawling around within. My skin went pale and beads of sweat started to drip down my horrified face. Joining mom in singing "Happy Birthday", he gently squashed the bag to get the air out. He then placed the bag over my blood coated penis. I could feel an elastic pinch tight against my cock, assuring the hungry contents would stay inside. Mom flicked the bag with her finger as they turned to go upstairs. "Goodnight my children, Sleep tight. DO let the bed bugs bite." Alone in the darkness I could feel the creatures crawling over my dick and biting my tender flesh. The pain an itching was indescribable. As I jerked my body the pain in my ass got worse and the bugs seemed to bite with a renewed vengeance. My sister, not knowing my predicament, cursed me as she cried in pain from my thrashing about. Paul fortunately saw what was happening and explained to her my torment. Eventually I pissed into the bag, drowning most of the vermin. It was a long night filled with sobs and moans. Early the next morning we heard footsteps come downstairs. Anxious about our future punishment, our hearts pounded in our chests. Looking up I saw three men approach. All were dressed in business suits and wearing black gloves. They didn’t seem surprised to see us. "What have we here. Looks like three little sluts ripe for the picking. Gregor was right. This job will pay us dividends." Taking out a knife, one of the men cut our ropes. We collapsed against poor Paul. Slowly we freed ourselves from his slimy arms, as the men watched in amusement. Pulling the tape from my mouth, they got hysterical as the string stuck to it and pulled the tampon out to. Still laughing they next turned to my piss filled bag. As I carefully released the elastic, piss and dead bugs poured to the floor. My poor dick was covered in deep red welts. Lightly touching it brought instant pain. One of the men displayed a look of sympathy as he ordered another to get some gauze and ointment. "Don’t worry kid, pretty soon it’ll be good as new." While applying the ointment to my dick, Paul and my sister where freed and helped off the table. He then wrapped the gauze around my penis, tying it off around my waist and under my ass. Paul asked where our parents where. "No need to worry about them anymore. They managed to piss off the wrong person! Hopefully this will be a lesson for the three of you. Lets go! I’m sure you’re anxious to see your new homes." Two men followed us up the stairs as the third stayed behind. In the living room was my mom and step-dad. Both were naked and covered in blood, welts and cuts. Mom’s breasts had been cut open and her pussy was ripped up to her navel. Her organs lay sprawled along the couch. Step-dads penis was cut off and jutting from his mouth. From behind his ass was butchered, and his intestines lay in a heap at his feet. "Good thing for you the basement was soundproof. Good thing for us your neighbors a mile away. We tortured them most of the night. Look and remember kids! I play for keeps!" We wanted to feel pain for them, but only felt relief for ourselves. Surely wherever we go, had to be better than this hell-hole. I put my arms around my siblings and followed the men out to the driveway. Still naked we got into a Van parked behind the house. The third man came running out, threw some bloodied clothes in, got behind the wheel and sped off. As we watched out the back window, our house burst into flames. Smiling we slunk down and rested against the doors. Offering us a pill, so we could rest, we took them and laid down to sleep. It was hard for me to swallow, as the taste of my sister’s period came back to my parched mouth. In each others arms, we quickly dozed off. I awoke lying face up on a padded table. My arms and legs where so stiff, it was hard to move. I could feel something up my ass. Reaching down I touched a long tube jutting from my bottom. I tried to pull it out but was either too weak or it was in too tight. Becoming more alert, I felt my body. Nowhere below my neck, was a trace of hair. My dick also no longer hurt, though I could still feel tiny bumps all along the shaft and head. A large man approached me. "Well well, Rip Van Winkle finally wakes up. Just in time to join in the fun. I’m Frank! I have only two rules. One. Absolutely no talking. Two. Do everything that you’re told to do without hesitation. If you follow these rules your punishment will be minimal. If you don’t, you’ll deeply regret it! Do you understand!" I nodded my head in agreement. "Good. Now roll over. I’m going to paddle your ass. This isn’t punishment, it’s just to warm you up." Frank started with soft strokes on my upturned ass. Pretty soon they were having the desired effect as I felt my shaft growing against the table. "Wow! What a pink little butt you have! From now on , I think I’ll call you Pinky. Now get up!" I managed to sit up on the table. My erection pointed directly up at Frank. In the corner of the room stood four naked boys. All around my age. Each one with a bloated stomach and hairless. All had hoses, like mine, protruding from their cheeks. Frank motioned for the first boy to come over. He pushed his head down on my shaft and told the boy to suck. Furiously the lads lips bounded up and down on my pole. Like his life depended upon it, the boy licked, sucked and squeezed my cock with his lips. It wasn’t long before a steady stream of cum spasmed down his throat. Relishing the liquid goo, the boy sucked every last drop out of my piss hole. Frank smiled. "That’s the way to suck cock. Remember it Pinky and learn from it. Now it’s time to clean you out" Frank had me stand with my hands clasped behind my head. From the table he pulled out a hose and twisted it on the one between my cheeks. "Don’t worry Pinky. The inflation ring I put in your ass can’t be expelled under normal force. No need to worry about getting nasty shit over the floor. The water is regulated so only the amount specified will flow up your shoot. Just stand and enjoy it." I felt the warm water flowing into my bowels. Frank was right, I couldn’t expel the water and it wasn’t unpleasant. As more water gushed in, however, a terrible cramping started. I wanted to reach down but was terrified of the consequences. My face contorted in agony as the cramping increased. Just when it seemed I could take no more, the water stopped. My belly was engorged and stuck out markedly. Frank turned a valve on my hose and disconnected it from the table. He then had us line up with our backs to him. With arms over our heads he told us to, "hold hands." "What cute little asses. Just ripe for a hard cock. But first let’s put some color in those cheeks." I could hear the whacks of a heavy wooden paddle hitting bare flesh. No boy dared to cry out. As I listened to the "whoosh" of the paddle and the loud "smack", I thought of my sister and brother and all we’d been through. Wondering where they were I felt the sting of Franks blow. Five times the wood found it’s mark on my tender bottom. When Frank finished, he lead us into the shower room. There we cooled our flaming asses under the cool water. ((((((((((((((( End of Part 1 )))))))))))))))))) Pinky - The Shower (Part 2) Pinky and his young friends stepped out of the showers. Their smooth, hairless bodies glistened in the well lit room. Frank handed them a bottle of water and forced them to drink as they filed past him. Each one still had an enema hose protruding from their pink (well disciplined) ass. Stomachs distended by the watery solution, they still grimaced in pain. Frank inspected them and poked their swollen bellies. He made sure the inflation rings were well seated, making it impossible to discharge the liquid. As each boy moved, a sloshing sound could be heard from their bowels. This made Frank grin. "How are my little pregnant whores doing? Would everyone like to shit out that nasty water?" Each boy eagerly nodded yes. Familiar with the routine, they dared not speak lest they be punished severely. Frank had them line up and place their arms around each others body, like in a chorus line. They were then instructed to kick up their legs and dance, as Frank hummed a tune. "Higher you sluts! I want those feet up high. I’d better be able to see those soles" Try as he might Pinky couldn’t kick that high. The terrible cramping in his stomach kept him from getting his foot any higher than his dangling balls. Frank gave Pinky a sharp look and he knew his fate was sealed. Being fully amused by the boys bellies and cocks bobbing up and down, Frank stopped the action. He then lead the boys back into the showers. He ordered Pinky to one end of the shower and told him to lie face up on the cold tiles. One by one he then took the hose jutting out of each boys ass and, turning the valve, directed the stream of muddy liquid onto Pinky. Paying special attention to Pinky’s erection, he made sure not to miss any part of his body. When the last boy was done, Frank instructed them to line up over Pinky. Deflating the anal rings, Frank removed their hoses. The boys could not help but shit their remains unto poor Pinky. Frank had them alternate between squatting and standing until their bowels were completely cleared. Pinky was a mess from head to toe. Hardly recognizable, the gooey brown liquid dripped from his body. Frank came over to him and rolled him over with his foot. Lying face down in the brown sauce, Frank mercilessly pulled the hose out of the helpless boy. Crying out in pain, Pinky sprayed his legs with a thick stream. While Pinky was relieving himself, the other boys sat down on a ledge against the shower. Frank also sat down and ordered Pinky over to them. "We still have some time before the festivities. Pinky, I want you to clean our feet. Make sure you get between each toe. Heaven help you if you leave any trace of shit on them!" With that Pinky knelt before them and licked their feet. Taking each foot he licked the arch and insole. Sucking on the heel he moved to the top of the foot then down to the toes. Sucking each digit like a small penis, he tongued between them, lapping up the foul excrement. When he was done Frank again turned on the showers and each bathed in the steamy mist, washing each others genitals with a fragrant soap. A new boy, also nude, came into the shower area and told Frank "it was time". Frank lined up the young boys and marched them into an adjoining room. There, on the richly carpeted floor, lay five naked men. Each was sporting a huge erection and moaning. At the feet of each man was a naked boy, bending over an sucking on the men’s toes. The base of a butt plug was clearly visible from their upturned asses. At the other end each had a boy squatting over his chest. Two boys were busy masturbating their young cocks as the men pinched and fondled their nipples. The other three boys were massaging the men’s chest and nipples with, what looked like, fresh cum. Suddenly one of the masturbating boys cocks erupted. He directed the thick ooze onto the mans chest and stroked out the remaining jism. He then started a slow massage of the cum around the mans nipples, just like the other three boys. The boy left stroking his cock quickened his pace. Tears where streaming down his eyes as his hand moved rapidly up and down. The man underneath was getting angry. "This little sissy fag doesn’t want to cum for me Frank. Maybe you can help him along" Frank went over to the boy. Pulling him by the ear he threw him across a wooden table in a corner of the room. Stretching the boys arms, Frank cuffed them to opposite ends of the table. With his feet spread on the floor, Frank then cuffed his ankles to the legs. Bent over and spread eagle, the boys ass made an inviting target. With the men and boys looking on, Frank took a leather strap from the wall and proceeded to beat the poor boys bottom. Moans and then screams erupted from the helpless victim as large welts started to form. Putting down the strap, Frank spread the bright red cheeks and shoved a finger roughly in the boys hole. Twisting his finger inside, the victim was crying uncontrollably. Withdrawing his finger he presented it to the lads mouth, ordering him to lick off the brown shit covering the tip. The boy sucked on the finger, making sure to clean the nail of any trace of poop. Turning to Pinky, Frank ordered him to clean the boys asshole. Kneeling behind the beaten youth, Pinky spread the sore cheeks and puckered his mouth around the little hole. It had a bitter taste, but was far better than what he ingested while in the shower. Alternating between sucking and pushing his tongue deep inside the shoot, Pinky cleaned the boys hole. With all eyes focused on the victims ass, Frank took Pinky’s hand. Squashing his fingers closely together, He rammed Pinky’s hand up the boys hole. Straining at his bonds, the young boy twisted in agony. With cheers of "deeper!, deeper!", Frank continued to work Pinky’s arm further up the boys bowels. With the arm seated almost up to the elbow, Frank let go and pushed Pinky onto the floor. With the ass fully distended by the young arm, Frank then started to spank the boys ass. The victim could only manage soft sobs as the men cheered their approval. After ten whacks, Frank gently removed Pinky’s arm and released the whimpering lad. Frank ordered two boys to hold the victim up and suck on his tits. Pinky, still at the boys feet, was instructed to suck on the penis dangling in front of him. Soon the boy began to moan as the action on his tits and cock got more intense. The fire on his ass cheeks flamed his passion as he clutched the heads of the boys nibbling on his breasts. The boy now thrusted into Pinky’s mouth and soon sent a spasm of sperm sliding down his throat. Pinky sucked the throbbing cock dry as the men clapped and Frank grinned. Pinky was then ordered to lick the traces of poop off his arm, as the boy again took his place again over the mans chest. Using his spit, the boy rubbed and pinched the mans nipples as everyone went back to their original positions. Waiting a few minutes, Frank proclaimed "Let the games begin" ((((((((((((((( End of Part 2 )))))))))))))))))) EdNNJ42@aol.com I value your opinion on the above. Please direct all comments (both pro & con) to ednnj42@aol.com I reply to almost all communication, and would enjoy reading your response. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----