Message-ID: <15237eli$9809110537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ednnj42@aol.com (EdNNJ42) Subject: Sister Sue (Part 2,2) (BDSM,mmm,mf,ws,scat) 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: <1998091011244300.HAA05546@ladder03.news.aol.com> This fictional story contains graphical sexual/kinky/disturbing situations. Some parts deal with incest, animals, scat and torture. 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 author's permission (which he usually gives). Please email author with any criticism (good or bad). Flames are ignored. Sister Sue (Part 2,2) "Look at his bloodied face Greg! Mom must have really beat him good!" "Don't be an idiot Rick! That's mom's pussy blood. Look at the used tampon over there." As both boys turned towards the bed I made a quick dash to get out the door. Greg saw me and gave a swift kick to my stomach. I fell over in pain. "Looks like our little sissy wants to play! And I've got just the costume." Picking up the damp catsuit, Greg tossed it at me. Once Again I smealt the odor of sex, sweat and piss. "Put it on you sissy faggot, before I crush what's left of your puny dick." I reluctantly started to get into the suit. Sitting on the floor, my feet and legs slid into the damp lacy material. I tried to pass my cock and balls through the crotch opening but it was down too low. "Forget about your cock faggot. Lay it flat against your stomach and pull the suit up." I did as ordered and soon found myself encased in the black lace prison. I could see both boys' penises harden as Greg moved over to the bed. Grabbing me, Rick pulled me up and forced me down over Greg's lap. My ass jutted high in the air. With my head upside down I spied Rick take two thick hairbrushes from the dresser. As both boys positioned themselves, they started to beat my upturned ass. The thin material gave no comfort from the stinging blows. I cried like a baby as the brushes continued to fall. My cheeks felt on fire as the loud "smacks" mixed with my cries. Finally, resting their arms, the blows stopped. "I think our little sissy needs to be more of a woman", Greg chuckled. "Rick, bring over mom's shoes." Rick retrieved the high-heels. Still bent over Greg's lap, he tried to put them on my feet, but they kept falling off. "Shit! His feet are tinier than a women's", shouted Rick. "Go over and get a pair of Sues training shoes. In the meantime I have a better idea for mom's shoe." While Rick rummaged through Sue's closet, I felt a sharp sting on my ass. Greg was using Irene's shoe to continue beating my sore bottom. Through my tears I could see Rick returning with another pair of high-heels. Holding them up to my face, he whispered, "see these straps. They can be locked on. You won't be getting out of these anytime soon sissy boy." Besides the lock, the shoes were very small with a long spiked heel. I couldn't imagine how my toes would fit in. Rick went behind me and grabbed my foot. Pushing with all his might he crammed my toes into the tight opening. I howled as my foot arched trying to fit in. Greg ordered me to shut-up, or else I'd be really sorry. Finally Rick worked the heel in and started on the other foot. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. Once done, Greg stopped his paddling and stood me up. I immediately fell over, sobbing, onto the floor. Greg turned angrily to Rick. "You didn't lock them off shit-head! How is he supposed to keep them on? Bring me the locks!" Greg got on the floor and sat on my legs, facing my tortured feet. Rick handed him two small locks from the carpet. "You'd better gag his mouth. This is gonna hurt like hell!" "Gag it with what?" Rick asked. "I don't give a shit what you put in his mouth. Use your ass for all I care!" Rick thought for a second, then I saw him look down at me. With his feet straddling my chest, he lowered himself down. His shit opening nestled snugly against my still bloodied mouth. I could here Greg laughing as the warm cheeks engulfed my head. "Better not lean back little brother. We wouldn't want the fag to suffocate. Not just yet anyway." "You better get that tongue deep up my brother's ass faggot." The words seemed so far away. All I could see was the backside of young Rick. My tongued darted into his brown hole. I tasted something very bitter as the youth squirmed on top of me. Moaning, he reached down and spread his cheeks wider. His hole moved further down my tongue. Greg meanwhile took a strong hold of my right shoe. Holding tight around the heel he pulled the leather strap. I screamed into Rick's ass as the noose tightened. My bent foot was now being forced into the unforgiving leather. My toes bent and crushed into the pointed space. My heel poured it's skin over the short backside. Once my sole was completely flat against the leather, Greg locked the cruel strap in place. My tears flowed freely onto the floor as he grappled with my other foot. The taste in my mouth was getting worse as my tongue mined thick pungent cream. Greg finally locked off the second foot. I felt him get off my legs. Rick was shivering on top of me. "What's the matter little brother. You about to cum. Your dick doesn't look that hard." Rick grunted words I didn't want to hear. "I gotta take a shit. His tongue is makin me dump." Greg walked around his brother and leaned down over my eyes. "See what your faggot tongue did? It loosened up all my brother's shit. Guess that means your sissy mouth wants a good taste. You better eat it all down faggot or I'll shove my shit down there too. Go ahead Rick. Release your logs into our new toilet." As Greg stooped down low to enjoy the show, Rick starting pushing. My tongue felt the slimy intruder as it made it's way toward the rim. I nibbled the foul tasting log when it first appeared hoping I could swallow it a little at a time. With one big push, however the massive intruder filled my mouth. I tried to chew but it was too big. Thrashing about for air I pushed Rick off of me. Sitting up, half the log fell on the floor, hitting my stomach on the way down. I munched what was left in my mouth. Greg shoved my head down on the piece of broken shit. "Eat it faggot. I don't want to see a trace left on this carpet." I reluctantly ate the shit down while cleaning the carpet with my tongue. When I finished Rick presented his shit laden cheeks to me for cleaning. I kneeled and licked his young ass pearly white. "Well so far you've eatin my mother's period and my brother's shit. Maybe I can offer you something to wash it down with." Greg came over and shoved his prick in my mouth. In seconds I felt the warm salty urine flowing down my throat. I tried to direct the jet all over my mouth to wash off the putrid shit. Greg let me hold it as I eagerly drank him down. "What a little shit sissy you are. I was right about you all along." Greg and Rick started to laugh once more as Greg saved the last few squirts to wash the dried blood off my face. "I guess we're done with him. Let's join mom in the den." Rick motioned towards the door. "Not so fast", Greg answered. "He still needs a few more things. Earrings for instance." Greg moved over to the jewelry box and started looking. Walking back over to me I saw him with a large pair of Sue's earrings. "Hold his hands still over his head." They forced me on my back as Rick held my hands over my head. Greg straddled my stomach and kept the rest of me from moving. "How you gonna put earrings in him? He ain't pierced." "No problem", answered Greg. From his other hand Greg held up a long thin hairpin to my face. He then started to massage my right tit. The friction of his weight on my penis and the sharp nails against my tit soon had the desired effect. Sticking out from the foul lace, he roughly squeezed my tit tight. With his other hand he slowly jabbed the needle into the base. At my first scream Rick positioned himself so his dick and balls covered my mouth. The phallus grew thick in my throat as the blood oozed from my wound. Taking the earring, Greg worked the metal through my punctured nip. All the while I shouted muffled cries into the penis invader. As Greg started work on the second nipple, Rick humped my face. Faster and faster his purple head assaulted my mouth. When the metal loop pierced me a second time, Rick came in my mouth. My voice gurgled muffled cries of torment mixed with cum. Greg then pulled on my new ornaments of femininity and I sucked down Rick's last drop of manhood. They were right, I had become a sissy slut. "One more thing and then we're off." Greg fumbled behind me and found his mother's shoes. Telling me to kneel I felt there warm hands on my ass. Feeling my cheeks part, I readied myself for the assault. I was sure that Greg was going to fuck my ass. Instead I felt the sharp pain of his mothers heel rip past my virgin rim. A second later another hard object was inserted. I cried when I looked in the mirror and saw both shoes sticking out of my bleeding hole. "Now I think he's ready." They tried to get me to stand but the pain on my feet was too intense. Crawling to the den I was quite a site. Still dressed in the smelly catsuit, with earrings dangling from my tits and a pair of high-heels shoved up my ass. Spanking me along we finally reached the den. My sister sat in the middle of the room holding onto Simka's side. Her mouth was glued to his ass and she took pains that Ted and Irene could see her tongue whip in and out of the brown shoot. As I entered Irene started clapping. Greg and Rick both bowed at the obvious approval. Greg then got behind my sister and, grabbing her slender hips, plowed his hard cock into her juicy cunt. With her tongue still up Simka's hole, Greg climaxed. His hot sperm could be seen dripping from the engorged pussy. Leading me over he instructed me to clean out her cunt. There I kneeled, with my face up Sue's pussy licking out Greg's cream like it was gold. Tired of the show, Ted invited everyone in the pool to clean off. Sue and I were told to go in the bedroom and clean up the mess. Afterwards we could shower alone. As the men filtered out Irene was the last to leave. Reaching down she pulled the menstrual cup from her lips. Looking in and smiling, she brought it over to where Sue and I knelt. Taking our chins she sweetly poured a little into our mouths. "Sue called your parents Paul and told them you'd be staying the weekend. Every few hours I'll have some new nectar for you two to relish. Now I suggest you both get to work!" Irene put her cup back in and left. Sue held me in her arms. Later I crawled into the bedroom to help her clean. Sue found the keys to my shoes and released them from their prison. Taking lotion she soothed the scraped skin and bandaged them. She also eased some baby rash medicine into my sore hole. After we showered our tortures continued, but not as bad as before. Sue and myself finally fell asleep handcuffed to each other. As promised every few hours, we made our way into Irene's bed where she fed us the golden soup. 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 | ----