Message-ID: <33503asstr$1005934204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Dark Pen" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 16 Nov 2001 13:12:33.0173 (UTC) FILETIME=[5A4A5C50:01C16EA0] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 13:12:32 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Dancer Pt 3 (M/Ff F/f BDSM WS MC) Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 13:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, IceAltar This is a work of fiction. If you are under whatever arbitrary age your elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this. If you get caught, don't blame me because your parents can't keep track of you. Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter). Some of it could be very dangerous. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help. If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here. If you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit somewhere else. This story may not be posted on any pay site. It may not be archived with out permission from the author and if it's reposted, this information must remain with it. Copyright c 2001 Dark Pen. ~Dark Pen www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www Dancer Part 3 Cindy looked at her underwear puddled on the floor of the shower, urine completely soaking the modified panties and sports-bra. The thought of the ordeal in front of her, not to mention what she'd already been through, made her even more horny. She knew that the urine combined with the roughness of the underclothes would make wearing the clothes very painful. She knew that she wouldn't have been able to make herself do it on her own, but now she really didn't have a choice. She had completely submitted to these two people and would follow their orders. Of course, those kinds of thoughts only served to arouse her further. She got up off her knees and picked up the bra. Looking down, she saw that her breasts were swollen and red from the earlier contact with the wool that she had lined the too-small cups with. Her breasts also had wide, dull stripes from the strap that she had been beaten with. Her salty sweat, and the fact that she was somewhat allergic to wool had caused her small breasts to swell and sting. After wearing the top earlier and having the painful nipple clamps applied by the man, her nipples were very swollen and extremely sensitive. Holding her breath, she slid the top over her head. She'd be right, the urine made her irritated skin really burn. Yellow liquid was squeezed out of the top - it hadn't occurred to her to wring it out before putting it on - and streams of it ran down her body. The pain made her pussy drip and reminded her that she still had to put on the bottoms. The rough rope she had wrapped around the crotch to irritate her cunt didn't soak up the piss the way the wool had, but her sensitive lips were swollen and puffy from her arousal and the strap and her clit was no longer hidden by the hood. She slid her hand over her sex and shuddered from the feeling. She couldn't believe that she was still this aroused. She continued to rub her fingers over herself, enjoying how her burning breasts and sore pussy lips added to her arousal. Of course, had Trent not blocked her response from his and erin's pheromones, she would have been cuming already from her close contact with the piss. Cindy didn't allow herself to cum, knowing that if she did, she'd never convince herself to put the panties on. She came close though, and reluctantly pulled her hand from her crotch. She rubbed her coated hand over her mouth and sucked her cum from her fingers, then pulled the panties on. Since they were too small, there was no way that they could not slide deeply into her crotch and, aroused or not, she doubled over and yelped from the pain. The duality in her mind from the intense arousal and intense pain overwhelmed her for a few seconds, then she stood on weak legs to begin to make her way out. She almost tripped over her backpack. They had left it right in the doorway. Good thing, too, as she had forgotten all about it. Cindy knew she wasn't thinking very clearly, no surprise there, and realized that concentration would be difficult with the conflicting sensations raging through her body. She picked up the backpack and thought for a second on how to get out of the school. She knew the layout pretty well, but really didn't spend much time in this part of the building. But she thought that there was an exit not too far from the lounge. She was right. This kept her from having to risk the only place where people could get in for the night classes. It was getting near dark when she slipped out the door and made her way back to her clothes. Every step hurt from the constant irritation caused by her clothes. The pain was blending with arousal and she wondered if she would end up cumming even without masturbating. Since it was getting dark, Cindy had little trouble getting to the woods near the school with out being seen. But like the pain, the feeling of being out in the open with almost no clothes on kept her lust fueled. Everything about her situation aroused the girl, even the urine drying on her skin and dripping from her hair. Occasionally she would lick her lips and the salty/bitter taste would spread through her mouth. On top of that, she could smell her sweat and her sexual musk. She couldn't imagine what someone would do if they came across her in her current state. Little did she know that, covered as she was with erin and Trent's pheromones, any man or woman she came across would attack her in a sexual frenzy and rape her until they were unconscious. As she had feared, the path was muddy. Since it was darker under the trees, it was harder to see and she kept getting little slaps and scrapes from branches that she couldn't see. It felt to her like the forest was conspiring to whip her as punishment for passing through it in her filthy state. A state that wasn't being helped from the mud that she had to negotiate through. At one point she stubbed her toe on a root and tripped. Since she was trying to keep the mud from her backpack, she landed on her side, almost knocking the breath out of herself. Standing up, she looked at herself and tried to wipe the clumps of it off her skin. The concentration needed to get through the forest momentarily lulled her lust. Soon the path became clearer though. She started to fantasize as she made her way, the normally 15 minute walk stretching out to nearly twice that because of her condition. First she was a runaway slave. But she realized that if she were a slave, she probably wouldn't want to run away. An escaped criminal? Hmmm. Same problem. Then she hit on a punishment theme. That was easy. Trent and erin were, after all, doing this as part of her punishment so she just expounded on that. She stopped avoiding the worst of the mud, and welcomed the stinging of the branches and vines. Finally she made it to her back yard. It was dark now, and, even as aroused as she was, she knew that if her mother caught her, she'd be grounded for a year. Her mother didn't believe in spanking and might have been surprised at the reaction from her daughter if she did. Cindy grinned at that thought. The house was dark except for a small light in the kitchen. Most likely her mother was in bed, or, if she were really lucky, out. She might have been depending on Cindy to watch Ann - expecting that Cindy would have been home long before now. Cindy started wiping her feet on the grass at the back edge of the backyard. She was mostly clean, except for her one side, but mud caked her feet and lower legs. With her feet and legs as clean as she could get them, she started toward the back door. She'd always liked the fact that their property butted up against the forest, and now she was really glad. She had no idea how she would have made it home otherwise. Feeling safe and somewhat smug about having made it home she got careless. Halfway through the yard, the floodlights came on. She had forgotten all about them! Cindy yelped and froze for a second, then sprinted forward toward the back door, praying that no one would see her. Panting with fear and excitement, she reached to stoop, and tried to open the screen door. It was locked. Great! She dug franticly for the key in her backpack. Christ! Maybe she could make a little more noise! That way, she'd be seen for sure! Now trying to be quiet, she used the key and let herself into the kitchen. Trying to quiet her breathing, she tiptoed across the floor. There was a note on the table. Cindy, I've gone out for a while and should be back around midnight. Look after your sister and I'll see you tomorrow morning. Mom Boy had she lucked out! Her mom was out and she was sure that Ann would cover for her. She would have to make something up about why she was late, but that would be no problem. She smiled. She'd made it home, hadn't gotten mud on the floor, had had the most intense experience of her life, and no one, except her Master and Mistress, had seen her. Since there were no lights on, she was sure that Ann was asleep. She'd tip toe upstairs, shower and go to bed. And, as she felt the fire flair in the pit of her stomach, perhaps cum a few more times as well. Cindy was wrong. Someone had seen her. Several someone's in fact. Trent and erin had followed her all the way back through the forest. It was Trent's power that kept Cindy from seeing them, just as it was his power that had planted the suggestion in her mother's mind that she should go out. He had also 'helped' the tree branches and vines find Cindy's bare flesh on several occasions as well. Unlike Cindy, Trent noticed that someone else had seen her when the back yard lights had come on. Ann. * * * Ann was a little worried about Cindy. Her sister was usually very responsible, but it was almost 10 pm and the dance class had ended at eight. Cindy always came right home and should have been home no later then 8:30. Certainly their mother would not have left had she know Cindy wouldn't be home. At 9:30, Ann decided it was time to go upstairs. If her sister wasn't home, then she was going to take advantage of it. She locked the doors, turned off the lights and headed up to her bedroom. It was a mess, as it always was. Books, soccer cleats, teen magazines and dirty clothes were all over the place. Ann glanced around thinking that she really should clean things up a little. But she knew that she wouldn't. She never did. Cindy was the neat one of the two. She sighed as slipped out of her clothes. It was way too hot to sleep with pajamas on. Besides, of late Ann had discovered that it gave her a thrill to sleep naked. As her clothes hit the floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Like her sister, Ann was a very beautiful girl. She was very athletic, and her body reflected that. While Cindy went for the ballet and gymnastic type sports, Ann loved contact sports. Soccer, field hockey, what ever she could join. She was a small girl, only about four feet eight inches tall. But, young as she was, her muscles were growing sleek and strong. Her hair was blond and her eyes green. Her legs and ass, she felt, were her best features. Her legs were slightly long for her frame and her ass was very tight. She had even started to develop hips. Her tummy was very flat and tight, and, she noted as she wrinkled her nose at the mirror, her chest was also very flat. She was not happy with her smaller then A cup breasts. She glanced down between her legs noting that she still didn't have much hair. There was some, but the fine, blond hair was mainly forming at the top of her slit. Just eleven years old, Ann was an intensely curious girl. About a year ago, she'd developed an interest in sex. Her body had been (and still was) changing and she discovered, quite by accident, that she could have an orgasm. She had known what one was, in theory, since she'd had sex ed, but the facts didn't convey the intense feelings her developing body had allowed her to experience. When she wanted something, Ann could be a very single minded girl and she set out to find out all she could about sex. The local library had some books, but she couldn't take them out, and reading them there was difficult. Besides, she didn't like to think what would happen if she were caught. Even though Ann loved sports, she was no dummy. While she wasn't as computer savvy as her sister, she was pretty smart and had figured out that the internet had lots of information. She quickly discovered that there was a lot of information out there. She read it all voraciously. Then she discovered news groups. While there was little factual information, there were a lot of stories that she could read. And read she did. She wished that she could use the family computer. She really wanted to play with herself as she read these stories, but there was some kind of block on their computer. Plus, there was no way that she could print out the stories at the library, someone would surely see. She did have a sneaking suspicion that her sister had figured out a way around the blocks on their computer. She had once seen what looked like a dirty picture on the computer when she'd surprised Cindy, but her sister had removed the image too quickly for her to be sure. Ann didn't have the guts to ask her about it for several reasons. One being that Ann was intensely turned on by Cindy. A lot of guys turned her on, and so did some of her female friends, but Cindy was constantly in her fantasies. Ann gathered some of the dirty clothing from the floor and headed to the bathroom. She dumped them into the hamper then went to brush her teeth and grabbed her sister's toothbrush by mistake. As she looked at it, she noticed that there were some sticky smears on it. Odd, it didn't look like tooth paste. She sniffed it and immediately recognized the smell. It smelled like her own cunt when she was excited. She stood there inhaling the scent, realizing that, somehow, her sister had gotten secretions from her cunt all over her tooth brush. Ann had no idea how that would have happened, but just knowing that she was smelling her sister's aroused scent, however faintly, sent a surge of lust through her young body. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, licking off the sticky residue from the tooth brush. Ann moaned out loud as she focused in on the thought that she now knew what her sister's cum tasted like. An almost physical pang went through her body as she wished she could taste it from the source. With a trembling hand she put the brush back and, savoring the taste in her mouth, went back into her room. As Ann stripped for bed, she started to remember some of the stories that she'd read just that day, with her sister playing various parts. The almost hairless folds of her sex were slick with her juice and her small nipples were hard as rocks. She grabbed one between her thumb and finger and squeezed very hard. Ann groaned with the combined feeling of pleasure and pain. She didn't know it, but she was very much like her sister in some ways. One was that she loved pain. She just wasn't experienced enough to find interesting ways of causing it. Unlike her sister, she also got off on the idea of giving it as well as receiving it. She groaned again as she dug her short fingernails into her hard nipple. Two fingers were now lodged in her tight pussy as she frigged herself. Ann was kneeling on the bed facing the window in her backyard. It was the position she had ended up in as she masturbated while savoring the taste of her sister. Suddenly, as she was close to climax, the floodlights in the backyard went on. Ann froze. Then blinked as the sight of her sister, quite muddy and dressed in... underwear? was spotted bright as day in the backyard. Ann stared as she watched her sister curse, then dart for the back door. Her hand was absently still working in the folds of her pussy while she listened to Cindy curse as she fumbled for her keys, then finally heard the back door open. Ann realized that she had left the light on in the bathroom. Thoughts of masturbation receded as the mystery of what was going on with her sister claimed her attention. She quietly darted into the bathroom and shut off the light, then dove into bed as she heard Cindy come quietly up the stairs. Cindy was almost weaving on her feet. Lust still burned through her body, but it was quickly being overcome by pain and fatigue. Her breasts felt sore and raw, and she was sure her cunt was bleeding from the rope forced into it. She stopped in her bedroom and put down her backpack then quietly slipped into the bathroom. The door to Ann's room was open and she pushed it closed before turning on the light. Then she turned to the shower and started it, not noticing that she hadn't closed the door to her sister's room all the way. She was going to pull erin's panties out of her mouth, but decided to leave them in while she stripped out of her underwear. She moaned from the pain as she removed the torturous clothing. She left it the side of the tub, intending to rinse it out and hide it later since the clothing still smelled strongly of piss. Finally, she removed the spit soaked panties and tossed them in the pile. She relaxed under the hot spray, despite the fact that it was still very hot out. She cleaned herself very well, even though cleaning her cunt and ass was painful. Amazingly, brushes across her clit shot sparks of arousal through her. She used this to block the pain. Finally, she stumbled out, dried herself, wrapped her long hair in a towel and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had a lot of welts on her breasts, belly and ass. Plus, the inner lips of her cunt were clearly visible because she was so swollen. Her nipples were still mostly erect and a brick red from all the abuse. Sighing in pleasure, she turned out the light and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Once in her room, she turned on the light and sat on her bed unwrapping her hair from the towel. It seemed that her sister was already asleep, so she'd have until tomorrow to make up a story. No doubt even if she told the truth, no one would ever believe her. Without the pictures, that is. Thinking of the pictures made her absently reach for her backpack. She opened it and found a small jar and a note. Frowning, she opened the note. It read: Since I don't like my toys to get broken, I have provided you with something to help insure your continued health. Smear this cream over your tits, cunt and into your asshole. Also put it anywhere you have a welt. It will help you heal faster, and will prevent infection. Cindy opened the jar. She was so exhausted that she seriously contemplated waiting until morning. Somehow, she found the energy to follow the directions. Standing up, she scooped a glob of the cream onto her fingers, then tentatively spread it onto a welt across her belly. She watched herself in the mirror. The cream felt cool and soothing against the heat of her skin. Sighing in pleasure, she scooped out more and spread it over her breasts, cooling the stinging and burning there. Finally, she scooped a large dollop of it and spread it over her welted pubic mound. She began to get aroused as she gently rubbed the cream into her swollen pussy. The cooling spread, arousing her more as she slid a finger into her asshole. First one, then two fingers slid inside to spread the cream around the angry anal tissues. Finally, she removed her hands and, body tingling, slid into her bed. Within seconds she was asleep. Her last thought as she drifted off to an exhausted sleep, was that not once had she ever even thought of begging her tormentors for mercy. * * * Cindy had made a few mistakes. Not surprising, given her state of mind after her ordeal. Her first mistake was not closing the bathroom door all the way. She shared the bathroom with Ann, each of them had a door going into it from their bedrooms, and usually she made sure the door was closed. This time she hadn't and Ann, still very horny from her interrupted masturbation session, thought that this would be an excellent time to spy on her sister. Cindy's naked body had always excited her and provided excellent fantasy fodder. But it was all she could do to keep from gasping aloud when she saw the condition Cindy was in. After stripping off the yellow stained underwear, Ann saw that Cindy's breasts were red and irritated with red stripes across them. She admired the thick, hard points of the obviously abused nipples. There were red stripes on her ass, and even her belly and mons! Her sister's pussy looked red and swollen, like her own did was she was very rough while masturbating. It took her a second to realize that the marks were welts! Her little pussy gushed at the thought of how painful those must be. Her hand went to her gooey slit as she wondered where those stripes had come from. She backed away from the door as Cindy stepped into the shower, furiously rubbing herself, pinching her nipples as hard as she could as her hips jerked uncontrollably back and forth. The pain coiled in her belly and turned to lust as she replayed in her mind how her sister's slim body looked. She came imagining a shadowy figure taking a whip to her sister while Cindy writhed in pain and pleasure. She alternated that image with one of her pushing her face into Cindy's cunt and sucking on the swollen flesh until Cindy screamed in orgasm. So caught up in her fantasy was she, that she almost missed it when Cindy got out of the shower. Ann scooted back to her spot and continued to look at Cindy. She removed on hand from her crotch and sucked the thick fluid from her fingers. She closed her eyes again and imagined it was her fingers that she had pulled from Cindy's cunt and she was licking them clean. It never occurred to her that Cindy, unlike herself, had never put anything inside her cunt. That Cindy had been hoping against hope (until today) to have her hymen ripped from her by a stranger as she was sexually tortured. No, Ann assumed that Cindy had done something like she herself had done. Taken her own virginity... Ann had a few close friend at school and one girl had found a vibrator in her mother's trash when she went to empty it. She knew what it was and, even though it didn't work, she wanted to keep it and try it. But she had no place to hide it so she gave it to Ann. Ann's room was always such a mess that she had no problem keeping things hidden from her mother. Her mom, unlike her friend's mom, would have really freaked if she found the sex toy. But her friend knew that her mother would find the thing and, while she wouldn't get upset, would take it away and that would be that. The girls knew that getting a vibrator, working or not, would be difficult for a couple of eleven year olds. Ann had read that having her maidenhead taken usually hurt. That didn't deter her though - she was discovering that she liked pain. Even though she was a very active girl, she still had her hymen. But, strong as it was, she knew that it would never last until the first time she had sex, and she wanted it torn during a sexual act, not broken scoring a soccer goal. So she had bent her efforts on figuring out a way to use the sex toy. It wasn't that she couldn't just push the thing in herself - rather she wanted to put herself in a position where she couldn't stop it from being pushed in. So she spent some time in their small basement looking at the various and sundry items in hopes of finding something that would help. At this point in her life, she was masturbating once a day anyway, and she was hungry to get something inside her tight little cunt. It wasn't until she went into the small shed in the backyard that she hit upon a plan that she thought would work. Finally there came a day when she was alone for a few hours. It wasn't a hot day, not more then 75 or so. Grabbing those things that she thought she would need, she went into the shed and closed the door. It was close to the woods and she knew that even if her family came home, there would be no reason for them to come into the shed. That way she would have time to get dressed if they came back before she was finished. Barefoot, and dressed in an old dress, the girl padded out to the shed. She opened the door and stepped inside. It was very hot and humid in there and smelled of dirt and grass. She set down her bag of 'toys' and, after closing the door, removed the dress. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, she was quite naked. The inside of the shed was filthy. There was dirt and dust on the floor and dirt and cobwebs everywhere else. She pulled a small plastic sawhorse from where it was buried under the gardening tools and put it into the middle of the room. Once there, she stopped and sat on the narrow edge of it. She opened her legs wide and started to play with herself, imagining that soon she would finally have something inside her cunt. It didn't take long for her scent to fill the little shed, and her juices to slick her fingers. She stopped and moved on to the next part of her plan. The top of the horse came to about 3 inches from the bottom of her cunt. The vibrator was just over 6 inches long. Ann took some rope, and unscrewed the bottom of the vibrator part way. Then she took the thin rope and wrapped it in the gap and tied it to the top of the sawhorse. Next, she attached her jump rope to an overhead beam. She got a couple of cement blocks and positioned them, then put a 4x4 on top of each one. According to her plan, when standing on the 4x4's on her tiptoes, she could nestle just the tip of the vibrator in her hole, just touching her hymen. She would then continue masturbating. When she got close to cuming, she would grab the rope with one hand and, when she started to cum, she could push the wood out of the way. She would use the rope to steady herself, but since she couldn't hold up her weight with one hand, she would end up standing on the cement blocks. By her calculations, that would mean the vibrator would be forced past her hymen and about halfway into her cunt. She didn't think that the whole thing would fit, and knew that having the vibrator tear into her sex would hurt. But then, that was the whole point. She wanted it to hurt and she didn't want to be able to stop it once it started it's journey into her body. Her skin was shining with sweat from her exertions and the heat of the shed. As she worked she would tweak her nipples or slide a finger over her sex. She was getting really worked up over the plan now. The fact that she wouldn't be able to stop the rubber coated phallus from taking her virginity really had her going. Occasionally she would lift a leg and put one of her filthy feet on the top of the sawhorse. Then, she would slap her sex several times, each slap sending little shocks of pleasure that caused her cunt to contract. She was also really twisting and pulling on her nipples - they were larger and more swollen then she had ever seen them. Finally it was time. She reached into her bag and removed two clothes pins. Next, she balanced on top of the 4x4's and carefully positioned the tip of the vibrator. Even though the rope holding the vibrator was tight, there was still a little play and she wanted to make sure that it would end up in the right spot. Finally satisfied, she grabbed the clothespins and put the first one on her engorged nipple. She hissed from the unexpected pain. Normally, she used the oldest, weakest ones she could find. Today she had done just the opposite and hadn't counted on how strong they were. Blinking tears from her eyes, she applied the other one. Crying out, it took a lot for her to keep from pulling them off. But the initial rush of pain faded quickly and the pulsing in her crushed nipples was in perfect time with her drooling cunt. Keeping hold of the rope with one hand, she balanced herself as her other sought between her legs to pinch and pull her clit. It wasn't very long before all the stimulation, both mental and physical, combined to push the little girl right to the edge of orgasm. Finally, she was gasping and moaning, her calves beginning to cramp from standing on her tip toes, and her nipples burning from the pain, nearing an orgasm. Her was breath coming in small pants and she knew it was time. Just as she started to cum, she pulled up a little on the rope and moved out her legs to drop her sex on her new 'lover'. Ann was quite a resourceful young girl. But even the best laid plans can go awry. She didn't count on the power of her orgasm. In fact, she was pretty out of it; the burning of her nipples as her slim body shook the pins, and the pleasure from the rough treatment of her cunt caused her feet to miss the cement blocks. As she had hoped, she wasn't able to hold her weight with one arm and just as she came, the vibrator tore through her hymen and continued on a path that pushed it deep into her body. Ann was in heaven as waves of pain and pleasure crashed over her. Her sex slammed into the beam, and the tunnel in her body was stretched wide for the first time. The burning inside her was incredible - there was too much going on to separate all the feelings. She orgasmed again, jerking on the beam, her cunt grinding into the dirt covered surface of the horse, her mouth opened in a silent scream, drool sliding out to mix with the sweat on her body. The stretching, burning pain in her cunt just added to her whole experience and the orgasm was even better then the previous one. She was still flooded with desire, her small body tingling when she managed to pull herself off the vibrator. Her legs wouldn't hold her and she slid to her knees, eyes closed, on the dirty floor. Her body was humming from all the sensations filling it and she slid her hand over her sex and started rubbing her clit. Her cunt burned from the salty sweat on her hand and she started to ride to another climax. She opened her eyes to find that her face was almost right in front of the vibrator. She stared in fascination at the object that had so recently taken her virginity and masturbated furiously. The rubber phallus was covered with her cum and her blood. Lust filled her again and she leaned forward getting it close to her face. There was only a hint of her scent, but then, the small hot shed was now filled with the scent of her sex and sweat. As she came closer to orgasm and she sank back down with her ass resting on her heels, knees spread wide on the floor, and came a final time. Gasping, she slowly collapsed on the floor, her fingers inside her and her hand over her cunt. She lay there for a few minutes, absorbing what she had done. Groaning she pulled her hand out of her crotch and held it in front of her face. It was covered with her sticky juices and not a little of her blood. She was no longer completely in the throes of lust, but a perverted thought crossed her mind. Slowly, she started to lick her hand clean. The coppery taste of her virgin blood mixed with the musky/salty taste of her cum. She smiled as she thoroughly cleaned her hand with her mouth. Then she pulled herself to her knees and eyed the vibrator. Ann continued to smile as she licked that clean as well. The movements reminded her that she still had the clothes pins on her nipples. The pain was no longer as intense, just a dull throbbing that she enjoyed as she continued to lick the vibrator. One had slid back between her legs and the other opened a clip. Ann yelled loudly as the pain hit her. Who knew that opening the things would hurt so much? She gritted her teeth and removed the other one, practically seeing stars. Ann dropped them on the floor and sat panting. Finally, she knew she had to get up, clean the shed then get inside and clean herself. After cleaning up the evidence, she pulled the dress over her dirty skin. She put the vibrator and the clothes pins back in the bag and left the shed. As she walked into the house she thought about what she had done and started getting horny again. By the time she got up to her room and hid the little bag, she was very horny. Ann could feel her swollen lips rubbing together as her pussy continued to produce lubrication. She pulled off the dress in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a little startled at how she looked. Her skin was shining and her nipples were swollen and red. Dirt from the shed streaked her body and her cunt was very puffy. Her blond hair was mussed on her head giving her a wild, sexy look. She sat down on the floor facing the mirror and started rubbing her cunt again, this time dipping her fingers into her hole. It burned a bit, but nothing like when the vibrator had forced her open. She masturbated faster, thinking perverted thoughts. She wanted to feel really dirty, do something really dirty. Her thought filled with visions of her sucking on her sister's cunt, of licking up her sister's virgin blood. As she got into it more and more, she realized that she wanted to be debased, used and hurt. Her fantasy got wilder - her sister beating her with a strap, her fisting her sister, her sister making her lick her everywhere... Ann caught sight of her own filthy feet. She was close to yet another orgasm and needed just one more thing to push her over the edge. She couldn't eat her own cunt (although her face was now smeared with her own secretions), but she could lick her feet. Shifting slightly, Ann brought one of her feet to her mouth. They were well taken care of, few calluses and neatly trimmed toenails painted a pale red. But they were covered with dirt from the shed. She didn't care and stared into the mirror at the image of an 11 year old sucking the dirt from her toes, cunt clearly visible with a finger slamming in and out of it. Ann's body stiffened as she came again, hard. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. When it finally subsided, she had flopped over onto her side... Ann blinked as she came back from her memory. Her sister had left the bathroom and gone into her bedroom. Ann was now very horny, her lust not slaked by the single orgasm she had had. She crept to the other door and positioned herself to spy into her sister's room. She had worked out a way to look through the keyhole and get a good view of the room a while ago. She watched Cindy sit on her bed and unwrap her hair from the towel, then go through her backpack. She watched as she took found the small jar and read the paper attached to it. Ann thought that they must be instructions on how to use what ever it was. The Cindy started to rub the cream all over her body, sighing with evident pleasure. She was surprised to see her sister obviously getting off on pushing her fingers into her asshole. That made Ann hot. She had played with her own on occasion. It felt real good. Made her feel dirty and nasty, so she saved it for special occasions. Ann noticed that she was getting really, *really* horny. She watched as Cindy turned off the light and went to bed. The bathroom was illuminated from the dim light coming from her room and she spotted the pile of clothing that Cindy had left on the floor. This was a rare treat for Ann. Cindy's panties, on those rare occasions that Ann had found them, usually had almost no scent to them. Plus, Cindy did most of the laundry so Ann rarely got to play with her sister's panties. Those times that she did find panties that were even a little soiled, Ann would suck them as clean as she could. Ann didn't know it, but Cindy's panties were usually coated with cunt juice. She didn't want anyone to know, so she hid them until she did the laundry. As Ann crept toward the corner, she found that her heart was beating hard in her chest, she had broken out into a sweat and her thighs were now slick from the slime oozing from her cunt. She was incredibly turned on, more so than she could remember being in a long time. There was no reason for her to wonder why this was, but in fact, the clothing pile was the reason. Cindy's underwear was soaked in Trent's and erin's pheromones and while they were fading, they were still very powerful. Ann picked up the clothing, wild arousal rushing through her. She could smell the strong smell of urine, and understood, in some vague way, that the clothing was soaked in it. But she was now too gone with lust to think clearly. The pheromones, faded as they were, slammed through the child's senses. Ann, lost in the haze of lust was roughly grabbing her cunt with one hand and grabbed a random piece of clothing from the pile. It was the bra - still sodden with urine. Ann knew the smell, of course, but had never thought of it in a sexual way. She knew that her sister had just been wearing this and, over come with lust, stuffed part of the sports bra in her mouth. The cup having had a wool patch sewn into to, had retained a lot of the piss, and now Ann had it in her mouth, sucking deeply on it. The aphrodisiac in the urine was tasteless - but it further drove anything but lust from Ann's mind. For the rest of her life the smell and taste of urine would be an extreme turn on for the girl. Ann came hard, her slimy cunt literally dripping fluid on the floor. After sucking on the bra, she put it down and grabbed the yellow stained panties on the floor. They were also still wet, especially the rough rope, and slimy from the cum leaking from Cindy's asshole and dirty from the walk through the woods. That didn't stop Ann, who stuffed them in her mouth, riding overpowering emotions toward another climax. She savored the strong, salty taste, reveling in the fact that these had obviously stuffed her in sister's crotch for quite a while. Almost a half hour later Ann came to herself, lying on the bathroom floor. She was tired and very sore. She pulled Cindy's panties out of her mouth, and then realized that she had been using the wool of the bra cups to rub her cunt, which was now *really* sore. Even though she wasn't allergic to it like Cindy, the cloth was quite rough and she had almost a rug burn through her delicate pussy lips. Not to mention her throbbing clit. Low levels of lust were still seeping though her body, but the aphrodisiac and pheromones had mostly worn off, leaving her one tired little girl. Ann put the clothing back into a pile and crawled into her bedroom. She slowly pulled herself into her bed and fell into a deep sleep. * * * Outside the house, Trent and erin were delighted. He had been scanning Ann's mind while she fucked herself and was delighted with finding not one, but two incredibly perverted young girls. Naturally, he could find any set of young girls and pervert them, but having the raw material to start with could make this a lot of fun. He pulled his cock out of erin's ass and made her lick it clean. Then they both walked back through the woods while Trent sorted through the futures to find the one that would let him use these girls to their fullest potential... End Part 3 There are currently two more parts after this.... Again, if you like it, please let me know. 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