Archive Note: There were two chapter headings labeled, "CHAPTER TWO," and no chapter three in the actual pocketbook.
FOREWORD
They say it's the quiet ones who really go crazy once they get started.
Well, that's what his book is all about!
Little fourteen year old Katherine Shoemaker feels alone in the world. She misses her dear and recently dead mother because, without her, she has no one to turn to.
And no one to protect her when her older sister, Elizabeth, starts to torture her with enemas, bondage and worse!
Talk about turned on! Sex and LSD cause little Katherine to grow up ... fast!
Then the tables get turned and, suddenly, it's big blond Elizabeth who needs the protection! Yes, once the older sister gets her younger sister going, there's no stopping the action!
It's one thrill after the other, chapter after chapter, until what you've finally got left in your hand is a shattering, shocking climax!
Everybody gets theirs in this book!
And that includes the two young sisters, their handsome father, the kindly neighbor lady and you, the reader!
So turn the pages and read on!
You'll find the going almost as good as the coming!
CHAPTER ONE
Alone in the old boathouse, little fourteen year old Katherine Shoemaker could hear the waters of the lake lapping against the beach. It was cool and moist in the crumbling building, a welcome relief from the glare and heat of the burning August sun.
She liked the old boathouse. It was her very own secret place, and she often ran and hid in it all by herself to think things through.
And Katherine Shoemaker had a lot to think about.
Ever since her beautiful and loving mother, the elegant and poetic Margaret Ann Whitticar of Atlantic Monthly fame, had died, Katherine felt alone and abandoned in the world.
Her father simply didn't understand her!
Nor did her sister, Elizabeth. In fact, the two of them seemed to be in constant conspiracy against her. She was left out of their conversations, their secrets, their lives.
It hadn't been too bad when her mother was still alive. The elegant woman had had the soul of a real poet and she and her youngest daughter shared the insights and delicacies of the feeling, caring kind characteristic of the poetic soul some people have.
The two of them had loved the tender, little, helpless things that seem unimportant but actually count for a great deal of pleasure and love in day-to-day living. The falling of snow, the fog seeping across the still waters of Moosehead Lake, the cry of the fishermen as they hauled in their nets full of wiggling, shimmering fish ... these were but a few of the many, many things they had had in common.
But now it was all gone!
Katherine climbed up on a rack against the farthest wall, sat down and leaned her back against the moist old wooden planks.
Through the cracks in the walls and ceilings, rays of light filtered through the darkness and sprayed the interior of the dim boathouse with an ever-changing view. It was lovely! Her mother liked it here, too. Elizabeth and she had spent many happy hours here, confiding in each other and taking delight in their mutual discoveries.
Oh, Katherine thought to herself, if only her father and sister were more like her! If only they had a delicate way of looking at things and feeling their secrets out.
But that simply wasn't the case, no, not at all.
Katherine told herself for the millionth time that she simply had to be brave and try to see her family situation for what it was and not disappoint herself by hoping and dreaming that things would be different.
Her father was an engineer for the State Water Commission, the best-known expert in the whole state of Maine. He wasn't all bad, of course, but his mind tended toward his work, not the poetic.
Instead of celebrating Katherine's poetic impulses, he degraded them, or at least he didn't encourage her to develop her sensitivities. No, he wanted her to be "realistic and practical" like. Elizabeth. He wanted her to work at math, chemistry, physics, that sort of thing.
But she couldn't, she just couldn't. None of it spoke clearly to her, none of it interested her.
Katherine Shoemaker suddenly felt even more alone and abandoned! Maybe she shouldn't continue in her habit of visiting the boathouse. It was too full of memories. Everything about the place reminded her of her mother, and instead of inspiring her and making her feel brave enough to face up to her present situation, the place simply brought her down and left her feeling even more isolated!
"Katherine! Katherine, are you in there!" a voice called. It was coming from the direction of the big summer house, and it was drawing nearer even as it called.
Katherine crouched back into the shadows, holding herself as still as she could.
She didn't want to talk with her sister. Their father, Richard Shoemaker, was up in the Longfellow Mountains working on a drain project for Piscataguis County, the biggest such project in the history of the state, and the two girls had been left alone for almost three days.
And Katherine didn't like being left alone with Elizabeth!
Elizabeth was only a little more than two years older than Katherine, but she acted as if she were already an adult. She lorded over her younger sister like a mother superior or a warden. And the worst of it was that their father went along with her!
"Elizabeth is older and, therefore, Elizabeth is in charge when I'm not here," her father had said more times than she cared to remember.
"Yes, but she's not that much older!" Katherine would complain, but to no avail.
Elizabeth and Richard were tight buddies, and there was no getting around the older girl's control.
And it was getting worse.
And worse!
In the last couple months in particular, ever since the start of the current season, Elizabeth was acting more and more the boss. God, was she ever getting pushy!
"Katherine! I know you're in there! There's no use hiding from me!"
Elizabeth was almost at the door!
When the older sister had an idea in her head there was no stopping her, come hell or high water. Elizabeth was famous for her stubborn ways and Richard Shoemaker took great pride in that aspect of his older daugher's personality.
He said it showed spunk.
Katherine thought it showed the beginning of a streak of cruelty.
Little did the younger sister know that her suspicions were more than correct. They were absolutely correct. And more so.
The door of the old boathouse opened up wide, it swung at a crazy angle and hit against the wall with the force of the shove Elizabeth had given it. The whole building shook.
And there she was!
The afternoon sun was to her back, and Elizabeth was dazzling in its glow! You couldn't even see her, just the outline of her body and head, with the light glinting off her brilliant blond hair.
Elizabeth stepped into the gloom of the old building and squinted, trying to adjust her eyes, peering into the shadows.
"I hear you!" Elizabeth called out, the intensity of her voice oddly out of place with the commonplace thing she said.
Elizabeth had a way of making the most ordinary statement sound like a major event, a command that had to be obeyed ... or else!
Katherine realized there was no point in trying to hide any longer. It would only make her sister angry and then, when Richard got back from the survey, he'd shout at her when Elizabeth "reported" her so-called bad behavior.
She could just hear her father now! "You know you're supposed to obey your older sister! Can't I depend on you for anything, Elizabeth? Why do you behave that way? Do you deliberately want to worry me? Don't you know things are bad enough without you adding to my troubles?"
God, it made her feel so guilty!
She loved both her sister and her father, but both of them were so different than she was, and sometimes Katherine got the distinct impression that the two of them were secretly plotting against her.
Of course, her thinking that way was silly, ridiculous, but that was the way Katherine felt.
If only she, too, had a friend, someone she could take in her confidence and share her feelings and ideas with.
"Here I am, Elizabeth," Katherine finally admitted. She hated the tone of defeat and caution she could hear in her own voice. If she could control at least that much, she would have more of a chance in resisting the control of her older sister.
But she couldn't help it.
She was afraid of Elizabeth.
The older girl walked straight up to her, her features coming into view as she approached the wall opposite the door.
Elizabeth was a very pretty girl. She was extremely mature for her age, as mature for her age as Katherine was underdeveloped.
Elizabeth already had the rich, full figure of a mature woman. Her breasts were heavy and swayed when she walked.
Katherine was almost flat-chested, more like a boy than a girl. Her breasts were apple-sized. Her mother used to call them "pert." It was a nice, polite way of saying "small."
Elizabeth was standing right in front of her younger sister now, and she reached out and touched her knee. She started rubbing it and continued to do so as she talked.
"Mrs. Williamson is at the house. She's waiting for you," Elizabeth explained, still rubbing Katherine's knee.
She always touched Katherine when she talked to the younger girl. It was one of her habits.
And Katherine wished she wouldn't do it. How many times she had asked her not to she couldn't even remember. A couple times she even got angry and pushed her hands away, complaining in no uncertain terms.
She had even complained to her father about it.
He sat there and listened to what she had had to say. He always did. But, then, when she finished, he simply said, "Well, you're just overreacting, Katherine. There's no harm in it, none at all. It's natural for sisters to be affectionate. You should be happy to have an older sister who takes care of you and loves you. You're lucky. You don't know how lucky you are."
"Mrs. Williamson?" Katherine asked. She liked Mrs. Williamson. They had only met a few weeks ago. Mrs. Williamson was new to Moosehead Lake. She had only just moved to the lake region of Maine recently. Before that she had lived in Manhattan. She had owned a bar, or something, and when her partner died, she had wanted to get away from the big city and so had purchased the big year-round place next to their summer home.
"Yes, and she's been waiting for you," Katherine explained. "Let's go."
With that her older sister turned away and walked toward the door. She stopped in the doorway and turned around, waiting. Again the sun turned her into a glittering outline.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" she said impatiently. "I thought you liked Mrs. Williamson."
"I do," Katherine answered, slipping from her perch against the back wall. She walked toward Elizabeth and the two of them stepped into the bright afternoon sun.
They walked the short distance from the boathouse to the main house, digging their toes in the fine sand of their private beach. It was not too hot, and it felt good on the soles of their feet; it felt nice as it squeezed between their toes.
Katherine ran far ahead of her older sister and played a game, singing out loud as she did so. She picked up a flat stone and, holding her arm back, sent it skipping across the quiet waters of the beautiful lake.
It hit the surface of the placid water, bounded once, bounded three times more and finally sank out of sight. Each time the skidding stone touched the surface, the water erupted in a fine-to-see spray and the sun glinted off of it, creating quickly-fading rainbows lovely in their color and brevity.
Elizabeth watched her younger sister at play, amazed.
She really is a child, Elizabeth thought to herself. She's fourteen, almost fifteen, but she acts more like she was ten or eleven. It really is a good thing she's got me to take care of her. If it weren't for me, she'd stay a child forever.
Katherine was picking up another stone, bending over and taking her time to select one that was just right for her game of water-skidding.
Elizabeth watched her with the eye of an eagle. She took in every movement of the younger girl's body. She liked it even though it was underdeveloped by statistical standards.
But who cared what the medical statistics said? Elizabeth certainly didn't. On the contrary, she thought her younger sister was very, very beautiful in her own, distinct way.
Just think about it. Katherine had exceptionally beautiful, long black hair. And, because the young girl was proud of it and took great pride in maintaining it, her hair always looked good. It was full of highlights. It was rich and soft and luxurious.
And her face! God, her face really was fantastic! Big, brown eyes that were widely separated. Her eyes gave her an exaggerated look of innocence, of wide-eyed wonder. When Katherine looked at a person, he or she was more than likely to melt in front of her!
And she was wonderfully fair-skinned. Even though they did spend the summer on the lake, Katherine was surprisingly pale. She didn't really like the sun and always somehow managed to stay out of it. Even walking from the boathouse to the main house, the younger sister tended, without thinking, to stay under the shade of the big trees that characterized that part of Maine.
"Hello, Katherine!" Mrs. Williamson called from the balcony of the main house. She was standing on the wooden deck waving to the two girls, her even white teeth sparkling in the bright sun light.
"Hello, Mrs. Williamson," Katherine called, and started running toward the house.
She did like Mrs. Williamson and she was beginning to like her more and more each time they visited together.
At thirty-eight, Mrs. Williamson was a fine figure of a woman. Nothing frail about her, she was, nonetheless, graceful and womanly despite her large frame. She was sort-of like an Amazon, Katherine liked to think, and she was obviously the kind of person one could depend on and confide in.
Once you got to be friends, that is.
And Katherine definitely wanted to be friends with the tall, redheaded neighbor woman.
The three females met in the kitchen, and Mrs. Williamson hugged Katherine to her full breast. Oh, she smelled good. Like an oven full of baking cookies. Yes, she had that lovely bakery aroma about her all the time.
"I made some fresh coffee for us," Mrs. Williamson said, smiling at both the sisters.
The older woman really liked the girls a lot. They were both so different, and yet both of them were attractive in their own special ways. Elizabeth with her full, mature body and her lovely blond hair and blue eyes was the spitting image of Richard Shoemaker.
It was said of Katherine that she resembled her recently-dead mother. Ah, thought Mrs.
Williamson, the former Mrs. Shoemaker must have been a very beautiful woman.
"Oh, how nice!" Katherine said when she heard about the coffee. The delicious aroma of the fresh-perked brew was wonderful. The younger sister had only just recently been allowed to drink the stuff. It had been feared that it might stunt her already "backward" development, and so she hadn't been allowed to drink coffee, although she really wanted to.
It was Mrs. Williamson who had defended her and said that a little coffee wouldn't hurt anyone. In fact, the neighbor woman had insisted that it would actually be good for Katherine.
And from that very moment, Katherine had felt an affection for the woman. It had been a long time since anyone had taken her side about anything. It was a relief to find someone who at least seemed to understand her.
The two sisters and the neighbor woman sat down at the big kitchen table and poured the steaming-hot coffee out into nice, big, ceramic mugs.
Oh, how pleasant this is, Katherine mused to herself. She loved things domentic, and for her the kitchen was the center of any house.
And as her older sister and Mrs. Williamson talked, Katherine drifted and enjoyed their pleasant moment in the room. The kitchen was especially big, with highly-polished wooden floors, a well-organized bank of major appliances, and big floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out past the wooden balcony and into the beautiful waters of Moosehead Lake.
For the briefest moment, and for the first time in a long while, Katherine actually felt happy.
Then she caught a bit of the conversation that was flowing back and forth between the other women.
Her name had. been mentioned.
Katherine looked up and found both her sister and Mrs. Williamson looking at her, smiling pleasantly.
"Oh, excuse me!" Katherine smiled. "I guess I was day-dreaming!"
"She's always day-dreaming," Elizabeth explained unnecessarily.
It made Katherine feel childish and slightly retarded. Her brief moment of happiness faded.
"Well, some of us like to think things out," Mrs. Williamson said to Elizabeth, defending Katherine. She was looking straight at the younger sister when she said it.
They shared a secret smile.
And again Katherine felt happy!
"Yes, well...." Katherine hesitated, a bit confused, "but did I hear my name said?"
Mrs. Williamson's face suddenly looked at her seriously. "I understand you haven't been feeling well."
Katherine began to blush! She could feel the hot flush creeping from her shoulders up her neck and spreading across her lower face.
Oh, why didn't Elizabeth keep her big mouth shut?! She had to tell everything! Especially the things you didn't want her to tell!
"Oh, it's ... it's nothing," Katherine said, trying desperately to keep cool. "Elizabeth shouldn't have said anything." She turned to Elizabeth an d stared at her with anger in her eyes: "Really, she shouldn't have!"
"But if you're not feeling well, it's her duty for her to speak out. After all, she is your older sister, and while your father is away you are her responsibility."
Oh, it was so disappointing to hear Mrs. Williamson talking like that!
"But I tell you I'm perfectly all right!" Katherine objected. Even the freshly-brewed coffee lost its appeal. She pushed the cup away from her, sliding it across the mahogany surface of the big, round table.
Oh, I hope big-mouth didn't tell her what I said yesterday, Katherine hoped to herself.
But it didn't come as any real surprise when it turned out that Elizabeth had, indeed, told Mrs. Williamson.
"But constipation is a very serious thing!" the big neighbor woman stated with conviction. "Some people don't think so, but they're wrong. They're definitely wrong. It is a serious thing. Especially with young people. It's important to growth to keep the system clean."
"I thought that was probably the case," Elizabeth smiled, her face glowing with her petty little victory. She really got off on getting the best of her younger, little sister. Katherine wanted to scream out her protest! She hated being talked about that way! Didn't Mrs. Williamson knew she was being terribly humiliated? Didn't she even suspect that she was suffering greatly? How would she like it if she and her sister sat around talking about her that way?
Especially right in front of her. Mrs. Williamson was sipping her coffee, smiling at the younger sister over the rim of the ceramic mug.
Elizabeth stood up and walked over to the electric range. Her stride was purposefull and knowing, as if the tension of the situation were a stimulant. She picked up the glass coffeepot and carried it back to the table.
"More coffee, Mrs. Williamson?" she asked, holding the pot forward.
"Why, yes, I believe I will!" the big woman answered, turning her head. Her striking short, red hair was bright as a carrot. It looked cute with her freckles "Are you going to have some more, too, Katherine?" she asked. Her voice was husky, but attractive. When she smiled, her big, even, white teeth seemed to be a billboard saying, "Enjoy yourself! Have fun!"
Katherine couldn't help but smile back at her, despite the fact that she was still somewhat angry about having been discussed in so unfeeling a manner.
The younger sister had a very forgiving nature.
Well, she'd need it ... in the not too distant future!
"Yes, I believe I will," she said. "Mine seems to have cooled off a bit." She pulled her cup back from the center of the table.
When Elizabeth poured coffee for the three of them and was walking back to the table, Mrs. Williamson said, "Katherine, instead of calling me 'Mrs. Williamson' please do me a favor and call me 'Marsha' instead. That is my name you know."
Katherine's face lit up with pleasure! The big, friendly woman was winning her confidence ... and her heart.
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. William ... ah, Marsha!"
Elizabeth was back at the table. "Why, Katherine! You shouldn't call older people by their first names! Have you forgotten your manners!"
Mrs. Williamson spoke up immediately.
"Please, Elizabeth! I really do want to be called Marsha! Mrs. Williamson makes me sound so old! Like I was over the hill or something! I'm only thirty-two," she lied.
"Oh, well, if that's how you want it, Marsha," Elizabeth said, using the woman's first name without any hesitation.
That's Elizabeth, for you, Katherine said to herself. Give her a foot and she'll take a mile!
The three females sat there in silence for a moment. It really was a beautiful late afternoon. The sun was setting behind the forest of pines across the lake and great bands of color streaked across the dome of the sky, the whole panorama of color reflected back into the sky by the surprisingly clear waters of Moosehead Lake.
Mrs. Williamson broke the silence. "It certainly is lovely here in the country. Especially after all those years in Manhattan. Heavens, with owning a bar and all, one almost forgets that there's an earth underneath one's feet. How good it is up here!"
Katherine was liking her new friend more and more with each and every passing second. How sensitive and responsive she was to the beauties of nature! She was a little bit like her dear, departed mother.
"By the way," Mrs. Williamson said, "what time is it?"
"Oh, let's see, Elizabeth said, turning in her spindle-backed chair to look at the modem electric clock on the kitchen wall. "It's ... almost eight o'clock."
"Oh, dear me!" the big woman exclaimed, getting up from her chair, brushing her kulots with the palms of both hands. "I've got to get going!"
"Really?" Katherine said, standing up. "I'm so sorry!" The look of disappointment was clear in her face.
"Yes, I'm afraid I have to. I invited some of the girls, they used to be regulars customers at my bar. They're driving up in Beverley's Volkswagon van. They're great on the outdoors. Beverley canoed down the Orinoco with her father and brothers when she was just a girl."
"That's fabulous!" Elizabeth gushed. "That's really fantastic! How old was she?"
"Oh, not quite twenty, if I'm remembering correctly. Yes, Beverley is as strong as most men, and surely she's as competent. All my women friends are. I like strong women."
"So do I!" Elizabeth added with enthusiasm. "I'd sure like to meet your friends. I'm going to be an engineer like daddy. I've already got M.I.T. in mind!"
Mrs. Williamson hesitated. It was quite unlike her. She didn't seem quite sure what to say next. Elizabeth's suggestion that she meet her women friends from Manhattan really seemed to throw the big, redheaded woman.
"Well, maybe sometimes we can all get together, but ... but this is a business meeting, really. Yes, that's it! And I ... I'm afraid our talk would only bore you ... ah, this time."
"Oh," was all Elizabeth said, looking very disappointed. She set her coffee mug down on the table and pouted, not even bothering with an attempt to conceal her feelings.
"But ... next time! Next time for sure!" Mrs. Williamson added quickly. She started walking toward the door leading out onto the balcony. She was already quite familiar with the Shoemaker's summer home.
"Well, good-bye, Elizabeth, thank you for the coffee. And good-bye, Katherine. Do come over and visit after the girls leave. We can talk about Whitman some more. I like hearing about him, and I like his poetry, too."
Suddenly Katherine came quickly to life again!
'Oh, Marsha! Aren't you forgetting something?" she shouted, her voice surprisingly urgent.
Mrs. Williamson turned and looked at her blankly.
"Oh! Oh, yes!" she said, remembering. "I did, didn't I! How forgetful I'm getting! It must be all this fresh Maine air of yours. I'm not used to it. But I will be."
"Well, where is it," Elizabeth said, almost impatiently.
Katherine was shocked by her rudeness!
"Oh, it's right there," Mrs. Williamson explained, pointing to a leather bag resting next to the chair she had sat in.
"Good!" Elizabeth said, quickly bending over and picking the bag. She seemed real pleased with it, whatever it was.
Again Katherine was shocked by her older sister's rudeness! Why, she hadn't even thanked Mrs. Williamson ... ah, Marsha. Katherine decided to make-up for her sister by thanking Marsha herself.
She walked up to the redheaded woman and took her hand in hers. It was surprisingly warm!
Mrs. Williamson was pleased, perhaps even delighted, and she smiled directly into Katherine's eyes. Katherine smile back at her.
"Excuse my sister," the young girl said, almost in a whisper, "but thank you."
"For what, my dear?" Mrs. Williamson asked, squeezing her hand.
"For whatever you brought for Elizabeth," she answered, nodding in her older sister's direction.
"Oh, but, Katherine dear, it's not for your sister. I brought it over for you! Well, I really must be going!"
And with that Mrs. Williamson walked out the door, across the redwood balcony, down the stairs and in the direction of her year-round home.
Katherine watched her disappear into the darkening shadows. Some few stars were beginning to twinkle into existence in the now-dark sky. Then she turned away from the door and back into the kitchen.
And what she saw shocked her!
There was Katherine! She had unzipped the black, leather bag and was pulling an object out of it.
It was an enema bag!
CHAPTER TWO
And Mrs. Williamson had said it was for Katherine.
The young girl stood aghast in the doorway! She wasn't blushing. She was too upset to blush.
All she could think of was "no!"
And all Elizabeth could think of was "yes!"
The older girl was holding the rubber bag up in front of her face, studying it. She pinched the long, trailing hose between her fingers and ran them down the length of the disgusting thing.
Elizabeth was obviously fascinated with her new. toy, for that's what it was. Delight was written all over her face.
Katherine was finally able to take a step forward. Her eyes were wide with repulsion and disgust!
Elizabeth looked up from her preliminary investigation of the nasty rubber thing.
"Well, what are you looking at so glumly!" she said. It was more of a sneering comment than a question.
"I ... I...." was all poor, distressed Katherine could manage to say. Her mind was racing at top speed! She didn't dare ask the logical questions. She didn't dare introduce the conversation that she knew would soon dominate the room.
"Here, look at it!" Elizabeth commanded, walking toward her distressed younger sister. "It's really ingenious. I mean, the design of the thing. But I suppose that doesn't interest you much. No, I can see it doesn't. You have to have more the engineer's mentality to appreciate the beauty and simplicity of the design. Look! No, look! It's a perfect blending of function and design!"
Elizabeth held the enema bag up in front of her younger sister's nose.
"See this here?" she asked, stupidly.
Of course Katherine could see it! How could she not?! Her sister was making her see it, even though she didn't want to!
Elizabeth, was unscrewing the top out of the rubber bag. It was about an inch and a half wide and made of black plastic. There was a little handle across the top of the stopper, and the thick grooves were eight in number, each one looking oily and wet although it was dry.
The top unscrewed smoothly, and Katherine watched it emerging from the threads in the bag with a sickening fascination. It was like watching maggots crawling on the inside of a garbage can!
But Elizabeth had an entirely different attitude toward the enema bag. She thought it was just great, really terriffic! The older sister was really thrilled with it.
"You can't believe how long I've wanted one of these things! I can't imagine why I didn't just go out and get one before! Well, better late than never."
Such talk from a sixteen year old, Katherine complained to herself! Why, her sister was perverted, obviously perverted! Imagine being delighted by such a ghastly thing!
"And look at this!" Elizabeth exclaimed. Her enthusiasm was unbounded and there was no stopping her. "See how wide the opening is at the top? That's for ease of filling! Right? Talk about design!"
The older girl took the bag in both hands, squeezing the side slightly, making it buldge out, as if it were already full of liquid.
"This one is the family size!" Elizabeth enthused. "I forgot to ask Mrs. Will ... Marsha how much it holds, but judging by the size of it, I'd say its volume capacity is four quarts!"
She squeezed the sides of the bag even more gingerly, as if it were already filled and she were trying to guess its weight.
"No," she corrected herself, her face serious with consideration, "it's probably more like five quarts. Four and a half, at least!"
Katherine was still silent.
She was horrified.
The more her older sister explained, the more repulsed she was. The more Elizabeth talked about the enema bag, the more disgusting she found it. Why didn't she shut up?!
But Elizabeth was so excited and pleased she didn't even notice her sister's reaction. No, she just went talking on.
"And look at this! Look at the way the hose attaches to the bottom of the bag. See? It's fused in! Great! This one is obviously a very expensive model. Molded rubber, great!"
Katherine was wishing she were somewhere else. It didn't matter where, just so long as it were somewhere, anywhere else!
"You know what principle it works on?" Elizabeth asked. It's was purely a rhetorical question.
But not quite.
She did want an answer from her little, younger sister.
Elizabeth looked up at her, saw the expression in her sister's face, and hers changed immediately, too. In a flash it went from pleased pleasure to a building anger.
"Well? Do you? Do you know what principle it works on?" Elizabeth demanded. She stamped her foot!
"No," was the very most Katherine could manage in way of an answer.
"Well, it works on the principle of water seeking it's lowest level! One of the oldest and practical principles of mechanics known to man! It's older than the ancient Greeks and the Egyptians. It goes way back to Babylon, even before that!"
Elizabeth looked her sister squarely in the eye, looking for some hint of interest or enthusiasm. But she saw none.
And it started to make her really angry!
"Oh, you have no appreciation for anything that isn't dripping with sickeningly sweet sentimentality! If it isn't honey and roses, you don't give a damn for it! Well, it makes no difference, anyhow! Who cares what you think or don't think!"
Katherine wanted to say something, but her sister was right: She wasn't thinking! She couldn't think! The only idea that kept running around and around and around in her pretty, little head was that Mrs. Williamson had said that the nasty thing was for HER!
"Well, I'm gonna show it to you even if you don't like it!" Elizabeth announced with finality. "It will do you good. It will broaden your educational scope, to use one of your very own favorite phrases. It will introduce you to new vistas of knowledge and understanding!"
Katherine took a step backward. Elizabeth could be really frightening. At sixteen, her older sister was a real terror. It didn't pay to cross her. The couple times she had done that, Elizabeth had actually, literally attacked her!
Katherine couldn't count the time her sister had jumped on her in a rage and beat her with her fists! Oh, yes, Elizabeth could be vicious. Elizabeth was perfectly capable of the cruelest behavior!
The older sister reached out, grabbed the younger sister by the arm and pulled her toward the enema bag!
Her eyes were wild with anger and pleasure.
Her face was a mask, a grimace of passion. At this time, under these conditions, it wouldn't do for Katherine to cross her! She didn't dare!
She was alone in the house with her, and there was no one around to defent the younger, frailer girl if the older one should suddenly go berserk and suddenly attack her!
Now Elizabeth was talking in a normal voice. No, she was shouting, shouting every word, every phrase, every sentence. Her face was red with the effort of it.
Without realizing the appropiateness of it, Katherine was suddenly reminded of a quote attributed to Ghengis Khan: "There is no greater pleasure than to dance on the faces of my enemies!"
That's what Elizabeth reminded Katherine of: Unmitigated, uncontrolled, all-out, kill-crazy passion!
"Look! Look at this!" Elizabeth was shouting, screaming in Katherine's face. "This clamp here. You know what this is for? Well, it's for attaching the bag so you don't have to hold it up in the air! Isn't that clever? Isn't it? Well?!"
Elizabeth stepped toward her younger sister, her fist clenched, her arm tensed to strike. "Yes," Katherine whispered. "What?" Elizabeth demanded.
"Yes," Katherine said again, backing slightly away from her infuriated sister.
Elizabeth tightened the grip she had on her sister's arm. It hurt! It hurt and Katherine said so.
"Then speak up when I talk to you! Girl, you are going to get a bad report when daddy gets back!"
"Daddy!" The word sounded so strange coming from Elizabeth's mouth. It didn't fit in with the rest of her vocabulary or attitude. It was the one girlish word she ever used.
"Alright, then!! Yes!" Katherine shouted. "Just let go of my arm! You're hurting me!"
Katherine smiled at her. Her smile was actually more of a leer. A moment passed, then two. Finally, Elizabeth slowly released Katherine's arm. It was all red where she had gripped the younger girl.
Katherine rubbed herself. The . hurt was beginning to go away.
"Then, listen, and you won't get hurt!" Elizabeth gloated. She seemed to be enjoying her sister's pain and discomfort.
Elizabeth was getting meaner and more demanding by the day, no: By the hour! The young girl was obviously degenerating into a first-rate bully right in front of her sister's eyes.
And for the first time in a long time, Katherine found herself wishing her father would get home early for a change. She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was only eight thirty. God, he was due back till after eleven.
That's if all went well at the site of the survey.
It usually didn't.
"Now," Elizabeth was saying, her voice calmer but still charged with excitement and passion, "see this little tip?"
"Yes, I see it," Katherine said, making sure her voice was loud enough to be heard. She was really, truly afraid of her sister.
"Well, you know what it's for?" her sister demanded, holding it up crudely in the air for her sister to look at.
"I think so," Katherine reluctantly admitted. She had no choice but to go along with her older sister's little game. She didn't want to, of course., but what else could she do?
Katherine had to co-operate ... or else!
Elizabeth smiled at her. Her lips slowly twisted across her face and formed themselves into a grotesque parody of a smile. It was genuinely distressing to watch.
"Oh, little Miss Goody-Two shoes does know what this tip is for, does she? Well, she thinks she does, in any case. Well, well! Okay, then, dear little Katherine, suppose you tell me what it's for. I've been doing all the work so far. It's more than time for you to take your turn. Why should you have all the fun?"
Elizabeth laughed in her face!
The older sister laughed so hard at her own joke, the tears started up and, once flowing, she couldn't stop laughing. She was crying real tears of pleasure, but behind them there was something that seemed to suggest the desperate.
Maybe even ... the insane!
Katherine was appalled! She thought briefly of making a break for it, of running out of the house and across the lawn to Mrs. Williamson's place.
But, no, that was stupid! Besides, what could she say anyhow? It was all so ridiculous! No, Katherine couldn't do even that.
It would have been too embarrassing!
She couldn't reveal herself that way. Katherine was too private a person to go crying all over the neighborhood.
And Elizabeth knew that about her, too. Of course she did! And she used it! Yes, she used her own sister's shyness as a weapon against her. She held it up to her head as if it were a gun.
And it might well have been a gun, it was just as effective!
Finally, Elizabeth managed to get control of herself. The laughing/crying jag was over. She wiped her hose on the sleeve of her blouse and gathered herself in moments.
"Now, where were we?" Elizabeth asked, blinking her eyes to free them of excess tears.
Katherine said nothing.
"Oh, yes, now I remember!" Elizabeth announced victoriously. "You were about to tell me what this little tip is for! Yes, that's it. Well, don't let me interrupt you. Go on, tell me."
"Well, I ... "Katherine hesitated.
"Tell me!" her older sister shouted. She was beginning to get angry again.
"I ... well, it's ... it's inserted ... "Katherine tried to talk in a normal pace, but the words would not come out of her mouth. She was stuttering and stammering and behaving like a frightened child.
"Well?!" Elizabeth demanded. She held the tip up in the air by the rubber hose. The tip waved back and forth in front of Katherine's face, like some sort of vulgar pendelum! ... "it's inserted into the ... into the...."
"Yes?" Elizabeth prompted. "It's inserted into what? What is the enema tip here inserted in? Go on, tell me!"
"Into the anus!" Katherine blurted out. There! She had been forced to say it and she had said it! She hoped against hope that that would satisfy her older sister and the thing would be done with.
Of course it wasn't done with.
It was only beginning.
It was only just beginning!
""Anus!"' Elizabeth quoted Katherine's own word back to her, pronouncing it in an affected, high-tone manner. "Why don't you just say it!"
"Wha ... what?" Katherine asked, her eyes opening wide with the discovery of the depths of her sister's vulgarity.
"Asshole! That's what! Asshole! An anus is an asshole! Well? Isn't that so, Katherine, my sweet mouthed little baby sister? Isn't an anus an asshole? Answer me!"
"Yes," Katherine admitted, turning her head away. She didn't want to see the expression on her older sister's face. It was full of the ugliest of emotions.
She hesitated.
"Yes, what?" Elizabeth roared. "Will you please speak in full, sensible sentences? What am I, a mind-reader?"
"Yes, an anus is an asshole!" Katherine told her.
"Ohhh!" Elizabeth gasped, holding the back of her hand against her mouth in mock shock. "Listen to my prissy, little, poetryreading, poetry-writing little sister saying dirty words!
Yes, yes, you did, Katherine! I heard you! You said 'asshole!' And you said it loud and clear! Now what about 'insert'?"
Katherine stood looking at Elizabeth, not understanding.
What was she getting at? What did she want?
"Don't you understand that?" Elizabeth asked, pretending to be coy.
"No," Katherine admitted.
"Well, you said the tip of the enema bag was 'inserted' into the asshole! And, well, you're the poet. You should understand that's it's not good form to mix the vulgar with the proper. So if you say asshole you shouldn't say insert!"
Katherine knew she was supposed to ask again what Elizabeth was talking about, and she was afraid to deny her her pleasure.
After all, they were just talking. It was nothing more than a matter of words.
So far.
"What do you want me to say, Elizabeth?"
"I want you to say that the tip of the enema bag is shoved into the asshole! Not inserted! Shoved! Say it!"
"Shoved!" Katherine said as instructed. Oh, it was embarrassing.
"'Shoved!'" Elizabeth quoted Katherine's words back to her for the second time in minutes.
It was a good technique for intimidation, and Elizabeth had a natural talent for such activity.
Elizabeth was a natural-born sadist.
"Ah! So!" Elizabeth sighed in exaggerated relief. "You finally said it! Now put it all together in one, nice, neat little sentence. Go on, Katherine! Don't make me pump it out of you one painful word at a time! It's worse than pulling teeth!"
"The enema tip is shoved into the asshole," Katherine said.
"Louder!" Elizabeth demanded.
"The enema tip is shoved into the asshole!" Katherine said again, hoping it was loud enough.
But it wasn't!
"I said say it louder, damn-it, Katherine! And when I say louder I mean louder! Shout it out, will you?! Let's hear the god-damned sentence! Shout it like a football cheer! Yes, that's it: Like a football cheer! Three times! Once, twice, thrice! Go on! Now!"
"An enema tip is shoved into an asshole! An enema tip is shoved into an asshole! An enema tip is shoved into an asshole!" Katherine screamed as loud as she could.
She screamed it so loud she was out of breath with the effort. Her face was red, and the veins in her delicate throat were standing out prominently and proudly.
It seemed to calm Elizabeth down considerably.
The color retreated back down her lower face, down her throat and finally disappeared. She was begining to breathe normally again.
"Yes, well, so...." was what she had to say, as if trying to organize her thoughts.
Katherine stood looking at her, not knowing what to expect.
The storm of her rage had gathered and dissipated so quickly, the younger sister hadn't had time to take it all in.
Katherine finally started breathing normally, too. The veins in her throat shrunk back to normal. She was all right again.
Well, maybe there was some hope.
Maybe that was all there was to it.
Fat chance!
Katherine didn't know it, but her older sister was on the verge of a complete personality change.
Elizabeth had long suffered severe sexual repression, and Elizabeth was an extremely sexual creature! Now all the tension of self-denial and self-suffering was building to a terrible climax of expression.
Katherine stood where she was as Elizabeth paced around and around in the big kitchen like a tigress in a cage.
The older sister mindlessly turned the overhead lights on and off again and again.
She poured herself a glass of the good, cold, clear water Moosehead Lake was so famous for. She seemed to gulp it down without even tasting it. She gasped when the glass was emptied.
Then the older sister stood at the sink playing with the water faucets, first the cold, then the hot, then the cold again, and once again the hot.
She moved the spigot back and forth, slapping it from hand to hand.
She seemed to be debating something, thinking out all the details and trying to come to some sort of conclusion.
Katherine didn't dare move.
She didn't even dare to look directly at her sister. Instead, she watched her out of the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what was going on inside her older sister's head, but she didn't want to do anything to trigger it, whatever it was.
Because it was bound to be nasty.
It was bound to be disgusting. Outside, the night birds were calling to each other. Katherine could see them in her imagination, their almost invisible flight being detected only when their bodies flowed in the air between the observer and the ceiling of stars that twinkled in a vast canopy over the dark night of Moosehead Lake.
"Alright," Elizabeth suddenly said, turning slowly away from the sink.
The older sister moved as if she were exhausted, or as if the weight of the world were resting on her frail shoulders to crush her will to a miserable paste.
"Pardon me?" Katherine said, not even sure if her sister had said anything to her.
"I said 'all right," Elizabeth repeated, her voice picking up some energy.
"I don't understand," Katherine said.
"Why you stupid piece of shit!" Elizabeth suddenly screamed at her, outraged! "After all this, after all of this whole, big scene you dare to say you don't fucking understand! Well, maybe I'd better spell it out for you, you prig! You're gonna get an enema! Yes, yes you are! Like you yourself said, over and over and over again: 'An enema tip is shoved into an asshole!'"
CHAPTER TWO
The two sisters stood stock still in the kitchen, staring at each other, neither saying a word.
The cry of a night bird echoed through the pines and filtered into the house.
To Katherine it was threatening, an evil omen.
Elizabeth should have thought of it, too. Well, she'd learn. Each dog has its day!
The older sister was the first to break the silence that held them enthralled.
"Well, we may as well get on with it," she said. "Go into daddy's bedroom and undress."
Katherine stayed where she was, unmoving and unspeaking. She was stunned with the prospect of her sister's intentions.
Elizabeth stepped forward, holding the enema bag by her side. Her voice dropped and she said, "It's next to a bathroom, and you're going to be glad it is by the time I'm through with you."
"But, Elizabeth...." Katherine started to say. Her older sister didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence.
"No buts! No ands or ifs, either! You're the one who started all this, Katherine. If you had kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't be happening now. Me, I have nothing to do with it. I'm just doing my job." She paused, waiting for her younger sister to react.
Katherine was immobile, silent.
Elizabeth tossed the enema bag on the kitchen table and walked deliberately up to her younger sister, her face intense and commanding.
"I don't want to," Katherine managed to say. It was a quiet, simple statement of fact.
Elizabeth smiled. And the look of that smile frightened the younger sister.
It really wasn't a smile at all. It was a parody of a smile, or a half-smile. More like a cheap deathmask than the expression of a vital human face.
"I find that very funny," Elizabeth said.
"You do?" Katherine asked, not understanding. Maybe it was all a joke! A bad joke, surely, but a joke nonetheless. Maybe this was as far as Elizabeth intended to go. Maybe it was all over with already.
Fat chance!
"Yes, I do," Katherine smirked, "I find it more than funny. It's outrageous, no, it's hilarious!"
"I don't get it," Katherine said.
"Oh, but you will, dear little Katherine. You will! All five quarts of it!"
Katherine made a break for it!
She turned suddenly, grabbed the handle of the door and pushed on it, wanting to run into the night and hide. If only she could get outside, Elizabeth would never be able to find her in the dark. The younger sister had a real love for hidden, out-of-the-way places, and she knew the grounds and surrounding area much better than Elizabeth could ever hope to know them.
It was just a matter of getting into the dark of the night. It would protect her. It would embrace and conceal her until Richard got home.
All she needed was a little time.
Katherine pressed down on the handle of the kitchen door and pushed against it in one swift movement.
In a flash, she was out the door and running down the redwood balcony, her footing as sure as it was fleet. Elizabeth was right behind her. She was gaining on her. Katherine could almost feel her breath on her neck. It made her hair stand up in terror. It was like being chased by a fearful being in a nightmare.
It was a nightmare.
It was a nightmare come true!
But freedom was literally just a few steps away. Then the younger sister's superior knowledge of the grounds would work to her advantage. She knew, for example, that the big apple tree's root were stretching up above the ground about fifteen feet in front of the bottom step.
If she led Elizabeth to that area, she'd probably trip over the roots and that would give Katherine the few seconds lead she needed to blend into the night.
But the gate at the top of the stairs was locked!
Mrs. Williamson must have thrown the lever when she left for home!
Katherine struggled to unlock the redwood gate, but she was nervous and fumbled twice before she was able to lift the lever that kept the gate locked. Too late!
Elizabeth was on her!
She grabbed her younger sister by the hair and pulled her back with brutal swiftness. Katherine would have screamed but the shock of pain was too great and too unexpected to allow for a scream.
She had never anticipated the ferocity of Elizabeth's attack! The older sister was like an animal, and her bigger, better developed body gave her an easy advantage in terms of sheer physical strength.
She was dragging Katherine back to the kitchen!
The two girls struggled the whole distance, the one hopelessly trying to free herself, the other determined that freedom should be impossible.
Elizabeth had her way. She always did.
As one last desperate effort, Katherine had wrapped her arms around the railing of the redwood banister. She clung to it with the frenzy and unexpected strength of a drowning woman.
Elizabeth slapped her younger sister hard, once, twice, three times. The sound of the contact of palm on cheek echoed through the still night air. The slaps sounded like the ghosts of gunshots!
Still Katherine managed to maintain her deathlock on the banister!
Then Elizabeth tried prying her younger sister's fingers from the banister. She pulled them free one at a time with deliberate, sure movements.
But that was futile, too! As soon as one hand was pryed loose, the other would cling fast to its anchor again.
The two young girls struggled on in silence.
Theirs was a battle fought in total quiet. The only thing to be heard was the labor of the breathing and an occasional gasp as one or the other of them gained an advantage or lost it
"Well!" Elizabeth hissed like a madwoman into her sister's ear, "you just won't come along, will you!"
"No," Katherine said with finality, "never!"
"All right, then, we'll just start the little operation right out here ... now!"
With that, Elizabeth reached up under Katherine's dark blue cotton skirt, grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties, just above the buttocks, and pulled them down!
They were still on the younger girl's body, but her bottom was no longer covered.
And she couldn't let go of her anchor to pull them back up! That would allow Elizabeth to pull her free and drag her into the house. So what would Elizabeth do next? The answer wasn't long in coming. Out of nowhere, Katherine felt a sharp and terrible pain!
Katherine had reached between her younger sister's boyish buttocks and shoved a finger up her anal opening!
The shock and humiliation of it was bad enough, but there was the pain of it, too! Katherine let go of the banister to free herself of the invading finger.
That was the exact moment of advantage Elizabeth needed, that and no more.
As fast as a rattlesnake in its attack, the older sister pulled her finger out of her younger sister's bottom-hole and grabbed her around the waist with both arms, locking her hands together in front. Katherine was lost!
Elizabeth half-yanked, half-carried Katherine across the bit of balcony that remained between the railing and the kitchen door.
Without releasing her sister, Elizabeth kicked the door open with her foot and wrestled her sister into the doorway. Katherine raised her arms up and apart, using them as braces in the doorway.
Elizabeth, immediately realizing what was happening, simply put her foot in the small of her younger sister's back and pushed her into the kitchen with the full weight of her mature body.
Katherine shot into the kitchen like a projectile and fell on the highly polished wooden floor. She scrapped her hands and knees as she skidded across the surface to a sudden stop. Her left knee was bleeding slightly.
Even so, the first thing the younger girl did was to reach down and modestly pull her panties back up over her bottom.
Then, still half-sitting, half-reclining on the kitchen floor, she turned and looked over her shoulder as she heard the screendoor slam shut.
There was a loud and substantial thud, followed by a solid "click." Elizabeth had also closed the heavy wooden door behind her. She was leaning against it with her back, her chest still rapidly rising and falling, rising and falling from the labors of their struggles.
As she spoke to Katherine in a voice heavy with victory and determination, she reached down around her waist without looking and, with a twist of her left wrist, turned the heavy lock in the beg wooden door.
"There!" she gloated in triumph. Her eyes were shining with victory and passion. She looked positively maniacal.
She was mad with power over her younger, weaker sister.
"You actually thought you'd get away from me, didn't you! Well, lucky for you, you didn't! It would only have made it worse, you know that, don't you!" It wasn't a question, it was a direct observation.
"Please, Elizabeth," Katherine pleaded, hoping that reason might prevail, "try to get a grip on yourself."
"Your asshole is going to get a grip on that enema tip!"
"Elizabeth...!"
"Your gut is going to be filled up with water and you're going to like it, too!"
"Please, I...."
"Oh, you don't have to say please. I'd do that much for you in any case. It's nothing more than my duty, you know. Now get into Daddy's bedroom before I kick you into it!"
Elizabeth screamed and, in one horrifying leap, reached the kitchen sink and grabbed up a heavy metal and wooden meat tenderizing tool. She held it in her fist like a club. Indeed, holding it the was she was, it wasn't any longer a kitchen tool.
It was truly a club!
Katherine stalked over to Elizabeth. The younger girl cowered before her wrath. She was trembling like a young and frightened fawn in danger of death. The tears were rolling down her lovely, innocent face. Her eyes, opened wide with terror, could in no way contain them.
The sight of her sister's intense suffering only goaded Elizabeth on to greater heights of cruelty. She grinned with erotic delight.
And, leaning even closer in toward the terrified, cringing girl, she said, "Did you hear me?"
"No, please, Elizabeth, I...."
The heavy meat tenderizer crashed into the wooden floor! The fierce impact of it left a dozen little indentations in those places where the metal nipples gouged out the wood.
Katherine stopped crying almost immediately and opened her eyes wide in real terror!
Her sister was mad!
Why, she might have crushed her with that thing! God!
"Get into Daddy's bedroom!" Elizabeth hissed through heT clenched teeth. "Get in there and lay across the bed. And no funny business!"
Katherine, stunned, hesitated.
Elizabeth's face turned suddenly red with violent fury, and she raised the heavy meat tenderizer high above her head, ready to strike.
"Wait!" Katherine screamed, holding her open hand up in front of her in a gesture of passive self-defense and pleading. "All right! All right! But don't hit me! I'll go!"
She started climbing up on her feet.
"I'm going," she repeated, studying her sister with caution. "I'm going."
Elizabeth still held the threatening weapon high above her her. She stepped forward a step and made a mock gesture of violence with the thing.
"Move!" she screamed.
Katherine ran to her father's bedroom.
For a brief moment, she thought of locking herself in, but that, too, was pointless. The door was made of the usual contemporary hollow plywood construction. It wasn't solid and heavy like the main doors of the house. Why, if Elizabeth wanted to, she could hack it to bits with the meat tenderizer she was using as a weapon.
And she would definitely want to.
Katherine paced back and forth, back and forth in the luxurious bedroom like a newly-captured animal in a cage. She glanced at the window.
The window!
She ran toward it, suddenly filled with hope, and flung it open. The cool night air welcomed her but the view did not, no.
In her haste and in her hope for a route of escape, the young girl had forgotten that the house was built on the side of a hill. And this portion of it faced the edge of the drop-off. There was a distance of at least thirty feet between the sill, over which Katherine peered in desperation and disappointment, and the rocky beach beneath her.
She was trapped! She was sure, securely trapped!
Suddenly, she could hear Elizabeth's footfalls as they echoed through the hallway and toward the bedroom!
The young girl had been told to get on her father's bed, and there she was, staring out the open window. She didn't dare cross Elizabeth. There was no telling what she might do. There was no knowing what the older sister was up to, no knowing what extreme she was capable of plunging into!
Katherine quickly pulled the windows shut and ran across the thick wall-to-wall carpeting. She only just managed to jump onto the bed and pull her legs up in a semi-lotus position before Elizabeth appeared in the doorway.
She had the repulsive enema bag in her hand.
In the other hand she held a canvas book bag with the letters M.I.T. printed in red across it. It was filled with things, judging from the way it seemed The contents of the book bag obviously had something to do with the enema bag, but, of course, Katherine had no idea what that some thing might be.
She pulled her legs up closer to her breasts, clutching them protectively with her arms. With a supreme effort, she tried to look "casual" and "in control."
It was useless.
She was trembling like a young poplar in a summer wind storm.
Elizabeth stopped in the doorway, looked quickly around the room as if checking for something, then let her gaze settle upon her victim.
She smiled. God, she smiled! Was she truly mad?
"Ah, you see now," she said in a friendly, conversational tone of voice, "isn't this a cozy room. Daddy has the coziest room in the house, doesn't he."
So saying, and getting no verbal response from Katherine, Elizabeth stepped into the room, and transferred both the enema and book bags to one hand. With the other she closed the bedroom door.
And locked it behind her.
"Turn that lamp on," she said, her voice still friendly and conversational, "we don't need all this bright light."
And as Katherine reached over and turned on the lamp resting on the nightstand near the bed, Elizabeth flicked the switch near the doorway.
The light from the overhead fixture blinked out of existence.
Both young girls then remained where they were, motionless, the younger dark-haired on sitting on the bed in a pool of light, the older blond standing in the dark of the shadows.
Then Elizabeth walked across the thick carpeting, through the center of the bedroom, and into the adjoining bath. Her heels clicked on the tile floor.
She was humming to herself!
It made Katherine shudder.
How could she hum to herself as if she were arranging flowers or strolling through the woods on a clear, bright, beautiful day? There was no predicting what her sister might do! And that added to Katherine's terror.
Elizabeth, Katherine was realizing to her own horror, was capable of anything! She was capable of any and everything!
The older sister flicked on the bright overhead light in the bathroom. Then she closed the door half-way. The light poured in a bright shaft into the bedroom, illuminating the expensive chests of drawers that -lined the wall opposite the bank of windows that looked down upon the beach below.
What is she doing in here, Katherine wondered. Of course, she didn't dare get up and walk over to the bathroom to find out. So she strained her hearing and tried to distinguish and make sense of the slight sounds that were filtering into the carpeted, draped bedroom.
She was setting up, taking things out of the book bag and setting them about. What were they? What part would they play in Elizabeth's perverted plans?
Katherine could do nothing but wait. She could do nothing but wait ... and see.
And she didn't have to wait long.
Elizabeth walked out of the bathroom and up to the bed. When she got to the bed, she stood for a moment looking down on her younger sister, studying her, looking her up and down, down and up, and back again.
She was drinking Katherine in with her eyes.
"You are lovely, you know," she said in a faraway, dreamy voice. "You are lovely to look at."
Katherine, of course, said nothing. She simply turned her eyes away and looked down with shame. She didn't dare look up at her cruel older sister. She didn't want to see her face. She didn't want to look into her dark brown eyes.
Who knows what she would see there?
"Now!" Elizabeth suddenly annouced, her voice unexpectedly taking on the official-sounding quality of the trained, professional nurse. "Let's see what we've got here."
With that, the older sister set the then half-empty book bag on the nightstand next to the lamp. She loosened the string-tie in the neck of the canvass bag and started taking things out of it.
"Here's a box of Charmine face tissues, pink," Elizabeth said, as much to herself as to her younger, frightened sister.
She ripped the top off the tissue box and carefully place it back in the book bag. Then she set the box of tissue on the far right corner of the nightstand.
"And here's a big jar of Vasoline," she added, taking the jar out of the bag and twisting the top off. "Lubrication is important, so I'm told."
She set the jar on the table next to the tissue and then once again resumed digging about in the canvas book bag. "Ah!" she then said, sounding very pleased with herself. "Here they are! Just the very item I was looking for!"
Katherine couldn't help but turn her head and eyes slightly. What could possibly be of so great an interest to her vicious sister?
And, as if in answer to her younger sister's unspoken question, Elizabeth lifted the item out of the bag and held it in front of her at arm's length so as to let Katherine see it, too.
"It" was a pair of thin, translucent surgical gloves!
"Aren't they interesting, though?" Elizabeth asked, as if Katherine could possibly find them anything but interesting, considering the circumstances. "Nothing like being well-equipped, like Daddy always says." She added the gloves to the other items on the nightstand, carefully draping them over the tissue box.
And then, without saying anything more, Elizabeth suddenly turned away from the bed, walked across the room toward the chests of drawers that -lined the wall nearest the bathroom, and opened a large bottom drawer.
She pulled out what looked like a sheet from the distance. But when she got back to the bed, Katherine realized with a lump in her throat, that the sheet was made of rubber.
It was a rubber sheet.
Katherine held it up in front of herself in both hands, holding it as if it were a prize possession of some sort.
"Is't this fantastic?" she declared, her voice full of real enthusiasm. "I'm more than well-equipped. I am extremely well-equipped!" She looked down at Katherine and smiled a smile of real enthusiasm and pleasure.
Elizabeth, at least, was having a good time!
She was having a good time even if Katherine wasn't.
Or maybe it would be more correct to say that she was having a good time because Katherine wasn't! That would be closer to the real truth!
Elizabeth held the folded rubber sheet out to Katherine.
"Go on, feel it! Touch it! See for yourself how great it is! Go on, you'll like it!"
Katherine had to do what she was told. She reached out with one hand, touched the sheet, then quickly clasped her hands back together in front of her knees.
"That's not feeling it!" Elizabeth shouted. "Don't get smart with me, Katherine. You should know better by now! Or don't you? Well? When I say feel it, I mean feel it!"
She tossed the sheet down on the bedspread next to Katherine. It brushed against her well-shaped calves. It was cold against her touch.
Oh, she didn't want to touch it! It had something to do with her older sister's perversity, and Katherine didn't want anything to do with it.
But she touched it.
She slowly reached out and set her palm against it. It was initially cool, almost cold to the touch. But in less than a few seconds, the area covered by her palm was warm. Yes, warm. It reminded her of ... of what?
And then it occurred to the young girl! Skin!
Once heated up by the warmth from her own young body, the rubber sheet felt almost like human skin!
The realization of it sent a thin, sharp shock of intuitive realization coursing through the younger sister's agile body: She liked it!
Shuddering, she pulled her hand away from the thing! No! No, she would not be taken in by her sister's terrible interests! She would not willing co-operate with anything she suggested. She was being made to go along with Elizabeth's program, but there was no way in God's wide, great, green earth that she could be forced to approve or condone what was going on!
At that moment, Katherine asserted herself and made a silent vow not to refuse any pleasure that might come to her as a result of what she was being forced into!
That much, at least, she could withold! On that point she would not yield!
"Don't think you won't do what you're told to do," Elizabeth said quietly.
It almost made Katherine's skin crawl! It was as if her sister could read her mind. The shock of that discovery took the last bit of courage out of Katherine's soul. She was almost faint with despair and desperation.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," Katherine objected, turning to look at her older sister for the first time since she had walked into their father's bedroom.
"Yes, you do.," Elizabeth said quietly. She was calm now and spoke in a regular, conversational tone. "You see, Katherine, I know more about you than you do. You with your dreamy ways, you have no ability to analyze. You have no gift for self-understanding. But I do. And take my word for it. I do know more about you than you do. Now get out of those clothes."
So, the moment had come!
Katherine simply stayed where she was. She made no attempt to move or get away.
Elizabeth stared at her. She didn't seem angry, but her stare was steady and unblinking. It was very much the cool, detached look of the hunting shark as it circles its prey in ever-smaller circles.
"There are two things you can do, Katherine," Elizabeth began to explain with patience. "You can do what you're told to do and make things easier on yourself, or you can have me make you do what you're told to do. That means it will be hard on you. I assure you I mean what I say. If you want to have yourself the worst time of your life just test me. Is that what you want? You want to test me?"
"No," Katherine confessed, her head hanging down, her eyes focused blindly on the carpeting. "I'll do what you tell me to."
"Good!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Then come over here by the table lamp and take your clothes off. I want to see what I'll be working with."
Katherine walked over to her older sister and into the pool of light by the table lamp. The tissue, lubricant and gloves were illuminated with the bright light and it gave Katherine the feeling of operating instruments.
There was nothing warm or loving about what Elizabeth was planning. It was cold and clinical. It had the feeling of a lab experiment done with rats or other animals.
It was more like death than life.
Elizabeth reached over and dragged a chair across the carpeting and set it just outside the circle of light thrown by the night lamp. She sat down in it, her body and face hidden by the shadows.
That, too, added to the clinical feeling of what was being done. Katherine felt as if she were on display, as if she were some kind of speciman being coldly studied by a disinterested observer with scientific dispassion.
And she was as wrong as she was right.
Elizabeth's heart was beating with a full fury of sexual passion. Her seeming calm was simply a matter of great control on her part. She seemed calm and collected, but her mind and heart were racing at breakneck speeds! At any moment the energy of her lust might cause her to crack and break into a million little pieces.
"Start with the blouse," the voice from the shadows commanded.
Slowly, without comment, Katherine started to unbutton her blouse. First the buttons at her hips then the buttons at the neck.
Elizabeth stared at her from her perch in the dark shadows. She could feel the juices flowing in between her legs. God, it was exciting! Just think, she was forcing her younger sister into a sexual adventure she didn't want to have.
There might be hell to pay later on for what she was doing, but at this point Elizabeth didn't care. It made no difference to her now. She was too far gone to turn back. She had long ago reached the point of no return in her thinking.
Now she would soon reach that same point of no return in her real actions, too!
Katherine was now out of her blouse. She stood where she was, stupidly holding the thing in her hands, covering her young tits protectively with it.
"Give me that!" Elizabeth demanded. Her right hand reached out of the shadows with the palm open. The hand opened and closed several times in quick succession, indicating that the blouse should be placed in the grasping hand.
Katherine handed it over.
The hand retreated back into the shadows. There was the sound of ripping, of cloth tearing!
God, Elizabeth was tearing her blouse into strips of fabric. It was mad! It was horrifying! Everything the older sister did was done to inspire horror and obedience.
Katherine dare not disobey her older sister. It was obvious that she was close to insanity of the worst kind, and that the slightest resistance could trigger her to extremes of violence!
"Now the skirt!" Elizabeth demanded. "Get out of that, too! And hurry it up. We haven't got all night!"
Katherine unfastened the skirt at the waist. It fell to her feet, billowing as it did so. She then stepped out of the circle of blue fabric that surrounded her small feet.
"And now the slip, my dear little sister. The slip goes, too!"
Somehow Katherine managed to take the slip off, also. To this day she doesn't remember how she did it. It caused her an agony of humiliation and self-consciousness. It was like undressing in the public square at highnoon on a busy Saturday.
And yet it was only she and her sister in the big, comfortable bedroom.
It should have meant little or next to nothing. But because of Elizabeth's madness, it meant a surrender, a giving-up to brute force.
It was a giving-in to rape!
Now Katherine stood in the circle of light in front of Elizabeth completely naked except for her shoes and socks. The young girl was blushing furiously. She stood in a classic pose of reserve, with one hand trying to cover her breasts, the other hand trying to cover her private parts.
"Turn around. Slowly. Let me see what I've got to work with," Elizabeth said, settling back in her chair.
Katherine did what she was told, slowly turning in a long, lazy circle.
Elizabeth felt her own juices flowing down her legs as she watched her frightened sister moving at her command. The sense of total control was exciting in and of itself. To command another person and have them do exactly what you wanted them to do was a trip Elizabeth really got off on!
The older sister got up out of her chair and walked over to Katherine. She touched her lightly on the shoulder, and the young girl stopped moving.
Elizabeth walked around to face her. She looked her in the face. Katherine didn't return her gaze, but simply stood where she was staring down at her feet. Her face was a brilliant red.
Elizabeth reached out and deliberately removed Katherine's hands. Now at last she could look at the little apple-sized breasts. They were white and pure, round and firm. The nipples were small and the area around them was no more than the size of a quarter.
Elizabeth reached up and grabbed one breast in each of her hands.
Oh, her hands were warm on Katherine's body! The young girl flinched at the touch and actually reached up to brush Elizabeth's hands away.
"Don't touch me!" Elizabeth shouted. She slapped her younger sister's hands away with a resounding smack! "I do the touching, not you. You just stand there and take what I give you! I'm the one in charge here, not you!"
With that, Elizabeth rubbed the palms of her hands up and down Katherine's trim, young body. The younger girl trembled with the pawing she was having to endure. Elizabeth's hot hands were exciting her despite herself.
Then Elizabeth started playing with her younger sister's nipples again. She grabbed them inbetween her fingertips and squeezed them hard. They started to respond to her ministrations, and soon the soft little nipples were hard, pointing up from the small globes of her breasts like fat pin pricks!
"Does that feel good?" Elizabeth teased.
Katherine felt an agony of embarrassment. Of course it felt good! There was no use denying it. Even if she did, her body would give her away. Her nipples were as hard as the lead in a pencil.
"Yes," she admitted, blushing even more than she had.
"Yes," Elizabeth echoed, squeezing the small nipples even harder. The force of the pressure caused the younger sister to bend forward at the waist, trying to cause the hurt to lessen.
Elizabeth squeezed even harder, rolling the hard nipples back and forth, back and forth between her fingertips.
Katherine began to shift the weight of her body from foot to foot. It did no good. The pressure merely increased and the sensations of pain and pleasure continued to flood through her young, virgin body with even greater intensity.
Then Elizabeth stepped forward and kissed her sister hard on the mouth!
Katherine tried to step away from the offensive lips, but Elizabeth grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in toward her body as her tongue probed the young, unteasted mouth.
Katherine tasted like a bowl full of fresh fruit. The young girl didn't smoke or drink, and she was as tasty as the spring. Elizabeth couldn't get enough of kissing her sister. Her long, hot tongue probed her younger sister's mouth relentlessly.
It shoved Katherine's tongue from side to side in her mouth, shoving it up toward the roof of her mouth, then shoving it toward the back of her throat.
Then, with one hand, Elizabeth reached up and grabbed her younger sister by the hair on her head. She wrapped the long, black hair into a knot around her fingertips and pulled it back.
The shorter, younger girl's head was pulled back, and the taller, older girl began to kiss her with even greater pressure, crushing her lips against Katherine's.
Katherine's lips were getting bruised with the ferocity of her older sister's kisses. She could feel them swelling and getting puffy with the force and sharpness of Elizabeth's teeth.
Elizabeth started biting Katherine's lips. She would nibble her way across the bottom lip, from right to left, then she would start on the upper lip, working her way from left to right.
Then Elizabeth sucked Katherine's tongue into her own. She sucked it into her mouth as far as it would go and then started biting it, gently at first, and then harder and harder.
The younger sister started twisting around in her older sister's grip. She placed her hands against Elizabeth's shoulders and made a futile attempt to push the older girl away from her.
Of course, that merely excited Elizabeth to even greater heights of passion, and she kissed the young girl with more heat than she ever had. She crushed the girl's naked body against her. The rough wool of her skirt, pricked the young girl's groin and upper legs. Elizabeth realized what was happening and bent her body forward from the waist down, deliberately rubbing the course wool against her sister's tender skin.
Katherine groaned with the sensations that were pouring into her and racing to the pleasure-centers in her brain. She didn't want this! She wished it would stop! But there was nothing she could do about it, and her body was betraying her!
"Please, Elizabeth, stop!" Katherine managed to gasp, briefly freeing her lips. She was breathing heavily and her entire body was now red with embarrassment and physical reaction.
"Are you kidding?" Elizabeth sneered. She laughed in Katherine's face! "Don't pretend you don't like it! Or do so if you want to. It makes to difference to me, as long as I get what I want! And I will get what I want! There's no way that I won't, and you might as well get used to the idea."
Elizabeth pulled her younger sister's mouth back to hers and agains shoved her tongue down the young girl's throat.
But this time she added something new. Even as she-kissed her unwilling victim, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her fingers over the young girl's virgin pussy lips.
Yes, that's nice, Elizabeth said to herself. The few hairs she has down there might as well not be there at all, they're so soft. She feels like peach fuzz. Oh, she's pretty, like a little doll.
But no doll on earth could give Elizabeth as much pleasure as her sister's living, responsive flesh!
So Elizabeth continued to probe her sister's virgin pussy. Her fingers ran up and down, up and down the outer lips of her pretty pussy.
And as she played with her little cunt, she reached around and started feeling Katherine's ass.
Yes, the cheeks were as firm and warm as they were compact. Like two big melons, the fit perfectly in Elizabeth's cupped hands.
She squeezed the asscheeks and patted them, rubbing her hands up and down them in a frenzy of discovery. She loved the way the small back led into the rounded bottom and blended into her firm, young legs. Then Elizabeth started to slide down Katherine's body, her arms wrapped around her as she did so.
Katherine tried to step away from her sister, but Elizabeth wouldn't allow her to. Instead she pulled her even closer and she slipped to the thick carpeting in their father's bedroom.
At last, Elizabeth was kneeling directly in front of her younger sister.
She had let go of the delightful asscheeks and was now running the palms of both her hands up and down, up and down Katherine's hot inner thighs.
"Spread your feet apart, Katherine. Don't be shy. I want to see what your pretty little pussy looks like up close. I've always wondered what you looked like down there, and now. I'm gonna see.
Katherine didn't move fast enough to satisfy Elizabeth, so the older girl pushed her feet apart for her.
Now she had complete, clear access to the young, little virgin pussy she coveted so greatly.
Katherine didn't know what to do with her hands. If she let them hang at her side, she'd touch Elizabeth, and she didn't want to fold them across her chest, that seemed too stupid a thing to do.
Oh, god, the whole thing was so terrible and embarrassing.
If only their father would come home. Then the scene she was being forced into would come to a halt. She hated being pawed and kissed and probed this way. She loathed her older sister's insane passion. She was repelled by the arrogance of her sister's lust!
But Elizabeth cared for none of that!
She buried her face inbetween Katherine's young, firm legs and started licking her pussy. She licked up and down, up and down the young outer lips, delighting in the way they trembled and reacted to the touch of her hot, wet, searching tongue.
Then she started shoving her tongue deeper into the girl. She parted the young, outer pussy lips and shoved her tongue in as deep as it would go.
Katherine was wet with passion. Her juices were starting to flow, and Katherine licked them up as fast as they came. So, the little bitch was excited after all! Let her deny it now! She had her impaled on her tongue as surely as if it were a sword or a hard man's cock.
Elizabeth reached up in back of Katherine, grabbed her by the ass, and pulled the young girl closer into her. Her tongue was flicking and rotating like an eggbeater.
The young girl groaned with passion. Even without realizing it, she spread her feet even wider for a better stance on the. floor and she buckled her knees slightly so the older sister would be better able to get her tongue into her.
And as soon as that happened, Elizabeth pushed her away with anger!
In a flash, the older sister was up on her own two feet, staring down at Katherine with blazing eyes.
"You little tramp! You pretend not to like my making love to you, and yet you squat down so I can do a better job on your precious cunt! Well, you'll pay for that, you sneaky little liar! You'll be sorry you're such a hypocrite! I'm gonna fix you good!"
And she started slapping the young girl!
The first blow fell across her face. It stung! It hurt!
Katherine put the palms of her hands to her face in a vain attempt to cool off the sting of the slap. But she shouldn't have done that, for as soon as she moved her hands from her breasts, Elizabeth started slapping her young, tender titties.
It rained slaps!
And every time Katherine tried to cover that part of her body that was being attacked, Elizabeth would switch her attention to yet another part of her young, defenseless body.
"Oh, don't hurt me, Elizabeth! I'll be good! Stop! Please, Elizabeth, you're hurting me, oh!" Katherine cried, the tears streaming profusely from her swollen eyes.
The slaps seemed to be coming from everywhere all at once. It was as if five or six people were standing around her in a circle and all of them were slapping and punching and pulling at her!
It was a nightmare! There was no place on her body that didn't receive its fair share of stinging slaps. Her face and chest, her waist and ass, her groin and. legs, they all felt the hatred and hurt of Elizabeth's attack!
At last, Katherine could stand it no longer and she fell on her stomach on the bed, sobbing and crying, her face and head buried in her arms.
Elizabeth stepped back and looked down at her handiwork. Katherine was sobbing without a break now, her convulsions shaking the solid, big bed upon which she had thrown herself.
Oh, it was sexy and beautiful! How wonderful it was to have another human being at your mercy. Elizabeth was amazed at the strength of her passion, and she cursed herself for not having done something like this long ago.
If she had started in on Katherine last summer or the year before, she'd have the young girl perfectly trained by now. She'd now be the perfect slave if only she had not put off her own feelings and beliefs until now.
Well, Elizabeth thought to herself, better late than never, and she was happy to realize that she had already made a good start on this night, at least.
But she would have to hurry.
In just a few hours, their father would be back home from the survey in the mountains, and all of this would have to be resolved by then.
It was important, Elizabeth realized, that by then her dominance of Katherine would have to be complete. She would have to establish her authority once and for all before, their father got home. It wouldn't do to have Katherine complain about what had happened and have the truth come out.
For although Elizabeth was sure her father would take her side even if Katherine did open her big mouth and complain, it was surely better not to have to bother with trying to justify her behavior to Richard Shoemaker.
So the older sister was thinking to herself as Katherine cried herself dry.
Yes, the younger girl was beginning to calm down at last. The great, hysterical sobs had settled down to a quieter, constant weeping, and the convulsions of her body were now nothing more than a constant rocking of the tortured limbs and torso.
Elizabeth reached up under her own skirt as she watched her younger sister crying on the bed. She had removed her own panties even before she had entered the bedroom, and she had nothing to interfere with her own self-pleasuring.
Her fingers knew exactly what to do. In no time at all, the older sister was playing with herself with expert fingers. She could feel her own juices flowing from inbetween her legs, and she stood trembling as the great sensations washed over the whole of her beautifully developed womanly body.
And as she worked her fingers in and out, in and out of her hot, wet cunt, Elizabeth started playing with her own tits. The nipples were hard and pressing out against the summer sweater she was wearing. Oh, it felt so very, very good.
There was no part of her body that wasn't alive with sensation. Everything about her had been sexualized. Her entire body was a huge sexual instrument. Her ears and toes were responsive. Her asscheeks and legs were aflame with pleasure. Whereever she touched herself, that became the absolute center of the universe.
"Show me your ass!" Elizabeth panted, fingering herself and giving herself as much pleasure as she could.
Katherine didn't understand what was expected of her. The terrible shock of her own sister licking her young cunt had totally confused and humiliated her. To think that Elizabeth would do such a thing! She was filled with disgust and remorse and wasn't even thinking when Elizabeth had talked to her.
What was it Elizabeth wanted now?
Katherine turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
And what did she see?
She saw Elizabeth with her hands up her own skirt and inside her own summer sweater. It was a mistake.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How dare you turn around and spy on me!" Elizabeth streamed, pulling her hands away from herself. "You sneaky little slut!"
The older sister looked around the room, her eyes confused. She was in a fury and didn't seem to know what she was looking for, or if she did, she didn't see it in sight.
So she ran into the adjoining bathroom and came running back, the enema bag in hand.
Then she held the bag in one hand and, with the other, gripped the long rubber hose. She started hitting Katherine with the hose and the tip at the end of it. The hard rubber hose slashed across the young girl's back and ass. Welts started forming almost immediately.
Katherine screamed out in real pain! The hose stung like crazy! The pain was almost unbearable! She wiggled and squirmed on the bed. Several times she began to turn over to face her tormentor, but quickly changed her mind when the hose started falling against her breasts and face and groin!
So all the young girl could do was place her hands behind her and try to protect herself in what ever little way she could.
"Don't, Elizabeth! Please! Oh! Ouch! Oh, please, Elizabeth, I'll do what you want me to!"
"Of course you will!" Elizabeth screamed, hitting all the harder.
The sight of blood finally seemed to calm the older girl. One of the welts had opened up, and a thin stream of blood was inching its way down the young girl's left leg. , For just the briefest second, Elizabeth felt fear. Maybe she had gone too far? Maybe she had done too much?
She stopped beating the girl. Katherine lay where she was, still on her stomach, her hands still protectively placed across her exposed asscheeks. She sobbed into the expensive bedspread.
Elizabeth stood by the side of the bed, her chest heaving with passion and exertion. She had to get control of herself! She counted slowly from one to ten, taking great care not to race through the mental saying of the numbers.
By the time she got to nine, she was in control of herself once again. And once again she stared at the pretty young girl's ass in front of her! How beautiful it was! The red welts of the beating were already beginning to blend into the surrounding skin.
Elizabeth reached down and in front of her and placed a hand on Katherine's ass. The young girl flinched at the touch.
"Just you don't fucking move an inch!" Elizabeth shouted. "You just stay right where you are unless you want more of the same, ots more!"
Katherine immediately stopped moving, and she endured Elizabeth's hands as the ran u p and down, up and down and around and around her asscheeks. The older sister just couldn't seem to get enough of them. She loved touching them and admiring her own work.
Yes, she said to herself, look how sensitive she is now. Every touch is a major event! Why, just a little pressure here, and she'll feel more than she ever did before.
And to test out her theory, Elizabeth deliberately ran a fingernail down one of the red welts.
Katherine groaned in pain.
Yes, it was true! Elizabeth had succeeded in making the young girl sensitive to the slightest touch.
Now she wondered about the young girl's asshole.
Elizabeth didn't want to take Katherine's virginity, but the asshole could be violated and still be left whole, so to speak. Intact in its way.
Without saying a word, Elizabeth reached down and pulled Katherine's legs far apart, as far as they would girl. Now the younger sister was stretched as far as was humanly possible. Her little pink asshole was totally available.
Elizabeth leaned in for a better look.
Ah, there it was. It was as white and pure looking as the rest of the young girl's body. All except for a little bit of pink around the outer edges. Other than that, the asshole was absolutely pure and white.
Of course, there wasn't a hair on it. And the cheeks around it were so soft looking. The crease beneath the asscheeks, where they met the upper part of the legs, was sweet and pure looking, too.
Elizabeth couldn't wait any longer.
She leaned forward and rubbed a fingertip across the virgin asshole.
She could see the outer lips of the anal opening respond to her touch. It seemed to shrink from her probing finger. She could feel the flesh move when she touched it.
Oh, it was so exciting! The juices were pouring down her legs. And she began to play with herself with her left hand as her right hand continued its investigation of Katherine's asshole.
She tentatively inserted a finger into the asshole. Oh, it was hot in there! Elizabeth could feel the heat of the asshole. She could feel the flesh tightening up against lit invasion of her finger.
She had it shoved in up to the first knuckle and she delighted as the inner asshole muscles struggled to accommodate itself around the finger.
Elizabeth started to wiggle it around.
Katherine moaned. Did she like it or was it hurting her. Elizabeth had no way of knowing. All she knew was that playing with that asshole the way she was made her very excited and very happy.
Elizabeth shoved even more of the invading finger into Katherine's asshole.
The younger sister moaned again and wiggled around on the bed, drawing her legs together.
"Keep those legs open!" Elizabeth shouted.
Katherine had to force herself to spread her legs open wide again. When she had pulled them together, there had been a sensation of relief. The invading finger had hurt a little less that way. But now, pulling her own legs apart again, the finger was hurting again!
Elizabeth pulled the finger out of her younger sister's asshole.
There was no time to lose.
She reached over to the night table and grabbed the jar of lubricant. She unscrewed the cap and stuck her finger in it up to the hand. Then, when it was slick with goo, she turned once more to the asshole that fascinated her so greatly.
"Now we're gonna see how much we can get in there. You sure are tight, Katherine. But, then, I always knew you would be!"
Katherine moaned again. Her hands clutched the bedspread and squeezed it into bunches in her tiny fists Oh, why was Elizabeth doing this to her? If only she would stop. She'd never tell on her, not in a million years. Didn't she know that?
But Katherine didn't dare say anything to her older sister. She couldn't promise not to tell on her, because then Elizabeth would accuse her of thinking about it in the first place.
Besides, even if she did tell, her father wouldn't be around all the time anyhow. If Katherine told on Elizabeth, she would simply be all the worse the next time they were alone together. It was horrible! It was a total and complete trap!
And there was no way out of it!
Elizabeth was leaning forward once again and, in a single violent thrust, pushed her finger deep into Katherine's virgin asshole! The young girl groaned in pain and hurt.
Her older sister was pulling the lubricated finger in and out, in and out of her young, tight asshole. Every once in a while, Elizabeth would wiggle the finger around in the hole, sending wave after wave after wave of shocking sensations through the young girl's body and brain!
Oh, no, Katherine started to cry to herself, it feels good! Oh, please, god, don't let it feel good, Katherine prayed to herself.
"Please, Elizabeth...."
"Yes?" Elizabeth teased, moving the offensive finger in and out, in and out with even greater speed. It was like a greased piston pumping back and forth, back and forth at an amazing speed in its cylinder of flesh!
"Don't!" Katherine cried.
"Reach under your legs and play with your cunt!" Elizabeth demanded.
Katherine hesitated. Elizabeth wasn't having any of that sort of thing.
"I told you!" she shouted.
And with that, she shoved a second finger into the young girl's asshole.
"Ohhh," Katherine moaned.
Despite herself, the sensations the fingers were sending into her felt good, good! She never dreamed that pleasure could be, so intense, so overwhelming, to total and so satisfying.
Without being reminded to touch herself, Katherine reached down and inbetween her legs and started playing with herself.
And in order to do so, she had to raise her ass off the bedspread. When she did that, Elizabeth had an even better opportunity to work her fingers around in the virgin asshole that was responding so nicely.
The hole even had Elizabeth turned on to the fullest degree possible.
The exploration of the asshole was both fascinating and satisfying. The way the asshole muscles were relaxing around the fingers is what fascinated Elizabeth the most. When she had first started working on Katherine's asshoie, it had been tight.
She had hardly been able to get her finger into it.
But now the asshole was well-stretched and well-lubricated, and the fingers were sliding in and out, in and out of the younger sister's asshole with greater and greater ease.
Katherine was now raising herself up and letting herself down as she played with her own juicy cunt. The bedspread beneath her was getting soaked with her own pussy juices.
But she couldn't help it. The fingers in her asshole were feeling too good!
Elizabeth leaned in toward the girl and the bed, and she pressed her knees against the back of the young girl's legs. The picky wool of her skirt brushed and rubbed aginst the fair, sensitive skin.
Katherine moaned with additional pleasure when she felt the added sensations pouring through her. God, it was wonderful! It was great!
Katherine continued playing with herself.
"Do you like that?" Elizabeth asked, leaning into Katherine's ear.
"No!" the young girl lied.
She had vowed not to let her older sister know she was being pleasured, and she would not break that vow.
Even if she was getting to love the great sensations, she was-nevertheless-being raped, so to speak, and she was determined to keep the secret of her pleasure to herself, not sharing it with her tormentor.
Elizabeth deserved to be lied to!
After all, she wasn't doing it for Katherine's pleasure. She as much as said so. She was doing it for her own pleasure.
Well, then, let her But Katherine would rather die than let her older sister know she was having the time of her life.
"No?" Elizabeth quickly demanded, repeating Katherine's own word back to her, mocking her by using her very own tone of voice.
"You mean this doesn't feel good?" she asked.
And with that, Elizabeth shoved yet another finger into Katherine's asshole.
Now there were three fingers pumping in and out, in and out of the young girl's virgin hole.
Elizabeth worked the fingers over and around each other even as they were captive in the hot hole. That made the hole stretch wider and wider. It made the muscles get looser and looser.
Now the three fingers were about as thick as a good-sized cock, and Katherine's asshole was taking them without effort.
Yes, without effort! That meant that the only thing the young girl was now feeling was pleasure, and nothing but pleasure! It was wonderful! It felt great!
And still Elizabeth continued her ministrations! She was having a great time, thinking the whole while that her younger sister was still suffering agonies of pain and humiliation. little did she suspect that, without her knowledge, the tables were being turned, and it was she, Elizabeth, not Katherine, that was being "used" for the sole purpose of sexual gratification.
For Katherine, having been forced into a situation she could not control, was a smart enough person to recognise pleasure when she came across it.
And there was the added fact that, for the first time since her beloved mother's death, Katherine was feeling something besides loss and loneliness and fear and anger and shame because of that untimely death!
It was a liberation!
It wasn't meant to be that, that wasn't what Elizabeth had had in mind when she started dominating and torturing her sister, but that was what it was becoming!
At least for Katherine.
The worm was turning, so to speak, and the big bully that was responsible for it all wasn't having even half as much pleasure and fun as the so-called victim.
In fact, Elizabeth was having a lot less fun!
Hers were the thrills that come with forbidden fruit. Hers were the thrills that come with criminal behavior that lead to nothing but guilt and bad feelings, despite the enjoyment of the sex and the expressed power drive.
But those pleasures are so much less the the pleasures to be had by an honest admission of the fact of sensations well-received.
"Please, don't!" Katherine begged, knowing that the more she begged, the more she'd get.
She had Elizabeth figured out to the last letter. She was truly the more intelligent and creative of the two and, once she fully understood, she was the one who took over and started directly the whole show!
"Don't?" Elizabeth laughed insanely! "Well see about that!"
And in went a fourth finger!
Yes, that's it! That's great! Katherine shouted to herself, her asshole throbbing with pleasure and the greatest possible satisfaction. She wiggled her ass around so as to get as many of the great sensations as possible.
Of course, Elizabeth, completely missing the turnabout in the situation, thought that her younger sister was squirming and wiggling in a vain attempt to get away from her probing fingers.
She had no idea at all of the extent to which she was being used by the supposedly innocent, younger girl.
Oh, Katherine thought to herself, if only there was something more I could do with my pussy. Why, I had no idea how wonderful, bow great this soft of thing could be. It's as exciting as poetry! It's as thrilling as a good book! In fact, this is what all the poetry and the books are all about! Am I ever lucky to have a girl as nasty as Elizabeth for a sister!
And then it occurred to the clever young girl.
The enema!
She wondered what that would be like. Would it be as pleasureable? She could hardly wait to find out.
"Elizabeth!" she cried, knowing her sister would swallow the bait.
"What, you little whore?" her sister hissed.
Katherine complained, hoping the passion in her voice would sound more like the fear she was pretending to experience rather than the pleasure she was actually experiencing.-The only danger lay in the fact that because it was she, Katherine, who introduced the subject, Elizabeth might reject the suggestion solely on those grounds.
But Elizabeth was too taken with her own delusions of total control to see through her younger sister's plot.
"You don't want that enema tip shoved up your asshole?"
"No!" cried Katherine, hoping it would be
"No, eh?!" Elizabeth gloated. "We'll see about that!"
And the older sister immediately pulled her fingers out of her younger sister's grasping, clinging asshole.
Both young girls heard a distinct "pop" or sigh-like sound when the fingers finally found themselves of the clinging asshole. It was as if the muscles just didn't want to let the pleasure-giving digits go.
Elizabeth reached over to the night table and grabbed one of the tissues. As she wiped her fingers clean of the lubricant and the ass juices that clung to them, she looked down on her younger sister with a pleased, smug look on her sometimes pretty face that was distorted with mistaken dominance fantasies.
Katherine was as quiet and as motionless as a stone. She wasn't moving a hair, not an inch.
Or that's what Elizabeth thought.
Because that's what Katherine wanted Elizabeth to think.
Actually, the younger sister was working her finger in her pussy with wild abandon. She was floating away on clouds of the intensest pleasure, and she wasn't moving, not for the naked eye to see.
Oh, it was thrilling to get this kind of revenge. It added to the clever, young girl's pleasure. And the thought of what was coming next added to her pleasure, too.
Katherine always had been a brilliant student, and once she got into a subject she was known to throw herself into it with complete abandon.
That was how she had managed to win a scholarship to Columbia University at the ripe old age of fourteen. It was the secret to her young, but great success. She was the ideal combination of intelligent realism and creative imagination.
And she could hardly keep from giving it all away, so great were the thrills she was giving herself as she pretended to lie stiff and still in defeat and embarrassment!
Elizabeth was so stupid! She deserved to be the pleasure-giver instead of the pleasuretaker!
"Now don't you move!" Elizabeth demanded.
"I won't" Katherine promised, pretending to be completely intimidated.
"I want to find you right where you are now when I get back in here," Katherine added, the smug quality in her voice thrilling Katherine. How wonderful to pull the cunt-wool over her stupid sister's blind eyes.
"I'll be here, I promise," Katherine, whined, hoping she was convincing in her act of being frightened and dominated.
"You'd better be!"
And with that, Elizabeth raced across the thick carpeting and disappeared in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As soon as that happened, Katherine rolled over on her back and immediately started playing with her pretty apple-sized titties. Oh, how good that felt. Her nipples were so hard and so sensitive. Why, the slightest touch turned her completely into flame and fantasy and fury!
She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy with complete abandon. She played with her hard nipples, occasionally squeezing the whole tit so as to enjoy as many of the great sensations as possible.
She wished she had four hands so she could give herself twice as much pleasure as the same time!
And all the while she played with herself, enjoying the thrills of the flesh and the thrills of self-discovery and liberation, she kept a wary eye glued to the bathroom door.
As soon as the slightest sign or signal indicated the return of her stupid older sister, the young sensualist was ready to flip back over and onto her stomach and once again start pretending to be afraid and shocked and suffering.
What great fun it was!
Elizabeth was so completely stupid!
Why, this game of theirs could go on for years and years. And even better, Katherine had the supreme satisfaction of knowing that, whenever and wherever she was ready to take control, she could.
No problem.
When dealing with a limited mind like Elizabeth's, Katherine had all the advantages.
Oh, sure, at the beginning of the evening, she had been Elizabeth's victim. That was true. The older girl was bigger, stronger than the younger one.
The older girl had had the advantage of having more experience, not just because of her age, but also because of her close relationship with their father. Elizabeth was tougher than Katherine, at least superficially so.
But the dark-haired Katherine was the stronger, smarter one, after all.
Elizabeth was simply fortunate in that the idea of taking control had occurred to her before it had occurred to Katherine.
But now that the younger girl had been introduced to sex and had been turned on, she was the one who was willing to take all the chances and risk everything in pursuit of pleasure and adventure.
Yes, Katherine thought to herself, Elizabeth would be no problem, none at all.
It would be like taking candy from a baby.
After all, it was Elizabeth who had "created the monster"!
And Katherine laughed to herself, careful not to laugh too loudly so as to prevent the sound of her pleasure and delight from drifting into the closed bathroom and giving the show away before she was good and ready to give it away.
Yes, it was funny. She, Katherine was the monster, and Elizabeth was the creator. And, as everyone knows, it is always the monster who turns on its creator.
Katherine could hardly wait!
Just thinking about it "gave her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm!
CHAPTER FIVE
In the closed bathroom Elizabeth was filling the enema bag with warm water.
She had already dropped hits of LSD into the bottom of the rubber bag, and she was in a big hurry for the thing to fill up so she could screw the thick plastic cap on and shake it up good.
Wait till the LSD hit her little sister's asshole!
Her system would suck the powerful drug up faster than a sponge takes water, or a dry riverbed takes a springtime rain. As the water poured into the bad, Elizabeth struggled to climb out of her summer sweater. She had it pulled well over her blond hair when she could tell by the change in pitch that the bag was almost full and ready to overflow.
She gave the sweater a violent yank and pulled it from her head, throwing it to the floor in one quick movement.
She made it in time!
The faucets were quickly turned off, and she screwed the big black plastic cap in place without losing more than a few drops of the precious liquid. Yeah, her sister wouldn't know what hit her when the LSD took effect.
It was just a matter of pouring the enema into her asshole and making her hold it in her body long enough for the crazy drug to take effect.
Elizabeth gazed with pleasure at the enema bag as she slipped out of her clothes.
Then she couldn't help but switch her attention to her own beautiful reflection.
Yes, I am beautiful, Elizabeth agreed with herself.
And she was!
At sixteen, Elizabeth was a full-grown, full-blown woman. Her beautiful breasts would have made Monroe gape with envy. They were large and firm and beautifully shaped. They sloped from her strong chest in a delicious curve that had already driven hundreds of boys, men, girls and women crazy with envy, desire, fear and longing.
She was one hellufa a girl!
Next came her skirt! It fell to the floor without her even seeing it. Her eyes were glued to the mirror. When Elizabeth was undressing, she didn't allow herself to miss looking at herself for even one brief moment!
Yes, look at that!
Her waist was small, but not freakishly so. It was in perfect proportion with-her big, fleshy breasts. And look at that cunt! she cried to herself. She loved the sight of her blond cunt hairs better than anything else in the world! She knew a lot of women, supposedly blond, who would give their right arms to have cunt hair like hers!
It was a golden as the yolk of a fresh egg!
And it was softer than the down on a chick! She dug her fingers into the hair, past the outer pussy lips and in no time at all had her hot three-inch clit backed into the upper corner of her steaming pussy.
It jumped and wiggled when she touched it, and she had to work at capturing the evasive thing between her searching fingers.
But then, when she had it firmly in hand, it was worth all the trouble. She propped one leg up on the bottom rung of a stool set next to the sink and played with herself until her cunt juices were drooling down her leg and falling in big wet drops on the enamel of the free-form sink.
The expression of desire and lust reflected back to her from the expensive mirror only served to make her hotter and hotter. She was giving herself so much pleasure she totally forgot about her sister in the other room.
God, I'm wonderful, Elizabeth cried to herself, believing it with all her passion and might.
She was very much in love with herself.
That was what made her so very stupid.
She couldn't see past her own cunt.
But she did see the quart, bottle of Old Bushmill's that was sitting on the top of the big sink. Oh, yes, Elizabeth recalled, dear little Katherine is in there waiting to play more fun and games! Too bad she isn't enjoying herself as much as I'm enjoying myself. Well, that's what the poor stupid little bitch deserves, with her poetic ways and her delicate daydreaming!
Well, we're going to change all that, Elizabeth, my pet, we're going to fix that little wagon of hers once and for all. Then, when I snap my fingers, the stupid little slut will be there, ready and willing to do my bidding.
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh with plesure! The thrill of her conquest was too satisfying not to laugh. It was really funny.
It was even funnier than she herself could imagine.
But the older sister finally got herself together enough to continue with her plan. First, fill her sister with the enema fluid and the LSD that was floating in it. Second, pump half a quart of Old Bushmill's into her.
The rest would follow.
The little dear would pass out cold. Then Elizabeth could put her to bed and she would sleep it off, probably until the next afternoon. Then, if she should complain, Elizabeth would have a weapon to use against her.
Of course, she would have to confess to the beating she had given her younger sister. There would be no denying the bruises and welts.
But the rest of it?
Untrue! Completely untrue!
Why, if such a thing had happened, why would Katherine wait all day to say so? No, it wasn't plausible, it didn't make sense. Their father simply wouldn't believe such a crazy, outrageous story.
Mr. Shoemaker would simply have to dismiss the whole charge as the over-worked daydreamings of a girl well-known for a too-active imagination.
That's if Katherine should bother to tell at all. The shy thing probally wouldn't talk about it anyhow.
Oh, it was too perfect a plan! Elizabeth loved it.
The older sister had a definite reason for being so pleased with herself!
She pulled her fingers out of her delicious cunt and grabbed the whiskey in one hand, the drugged enema bag in the other.
She turned to face the door and stopped to take one last, long, deep look at herself in the mirror. Now she had a full shot at her beautiful ass! Yeah, I am great, she told herself for the millionth time.
Maybe I'll have that little slave of mine work on my asshole for a while. Of course, I won't let her stick her fingers in me, no! I'd hate that! I'd die if somebody did that to me. My ass is my ass and my asshole is my asshole and nobody, but nobody, is ever gonna use me that way, come hell or high water!
But it would be nice to have Katherine's hot little tongue licking my asshole!
I wonder what it's like, having somebody eating you asshole?
I wonder what if feels like to have a nice warm, wet tongue licking your asshole and then maybe even sticking it up in there a little bit? I bet it'd feel okay. I bet it's alright. Well, we'll soon see!
And with that, Elizabeth kicked the bathroom door open and strutted into the room, proud of the way her big tits flopped when she walked, proud of the way her asscheeks bounced when her heels hit the thick carpeting, proud of the way her long, blond hair swung back and forth with the swing of her hips.
Ah, good, little Katherine is. still there on the bed.
Look at her! Not moving at all! Well, I'll get her moving good, all right. I'll have her moving at top speed! I'll have her looking like the Indianapolis Speedway during top competition.
As she approached the bed, Katherine turned her head and looked at Elizabeth over her delicate white shoulder.
He face assumed a worried, desperate look. Little Katherine was a great natural acting talent. And she used that talent to the fullest.
"Oh, Elizabeth," she sobbed, "you're not going to drink and get drunk, are you?" she pleaded, her eyes full of pain and suffering. "You're not going to get dnink and be even meaner to me, are you? Oh, please don't! I'll do anything you say, but please, please don't drink that whiskey!"
"Shut up!" was all Elizabeth bothered to say! .
And with that, she set the enema bag up on the hook she had prepared earlier., It was actually a coatrack, but it served nicely to support the buldging family-sized enema bag. And then, without any further discussion, the stubborn older sister uncorked the bottle of Irish whiskey and drank about a fourth of it down in one fast swallow, working hard to keep it in her stomach.
"Oh, no!" Katherine pleaded.
Gasping with effort, Elizabeth finished off another third of the fiery stuff. Her stomach was heaving, her head was spinning and her hearing went out briefly. She stood in place, deaf and unable to speak.
The room, spinning around her, finally stopped moving, and once again she could hear. Wow! What a trip!
She tipped the bottle to her beautiful lips and drank deeply for the third time! She delighted in the horrified way Katherine stared at her, the stupid little cunt! Well, she'd fix her! She knew perfectly well that she wasn't supposed to be looking at her unless she had been told to do so.
And she hadn't!
Katherine had committed yet another offense for which she would have to be punished!
"What are you staring at!" Elizabeth shouted, playing with her clit as she glared daggers at her younger sister! "And get that hand of yours working your cunt! What is this, a church service?!"
Elizabeth reached over to the night table, grabbed the lubricant and wiped a gob of it on the enema tip.
The Utile plastic paddle-shaped thing gleamed in the electric light. The lubricant made it seem even sexier than it had been before, and Elizabeth had thought it very sexy even then!
Katherine, her face buried in the expensive bedspread, her left hand busy playing with herself, could hardly wait for the new sensations that she knew would soon be tormenting her in the most delicious, delightful way!
Elizabeth was now drunk and would show no mercy. Her older sister would be relentless in the pursuit of her pleasure. And Katherine's! The young girl wiggled with anticipation, the irony of the situation proving to be almost as, much of a delight as the actual sex that was involved.
Elizabeth pulled the coatrack over closer to the bed.
"Oh, no! Please, Elizabeth!"
"Shut up and spread your legs!"
"I won't tell on you, Elizabeth!"
"You bet your asshole you won't!"
"Don't put that thing in me!"
Elizabeth shoved the enema tip into Katherine's hot, wet asshole!
Surprisingly enough, it stayed in. Elizabeth had thought that she might have stretched the asshole muscles too wide. She really had had no previous experience playing with ass, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.
"I want you to hold this in you until I tell you differently," Elizabeth commanded, shoving the enema tip even deeper into her younger sister's wet, warm, virgin asshole.
The enema tip was lost in her flesh. Katherine's asscheeks clutched at the hose leading from her asshole. Elizabeth delighted at the way the asscheeks clung together, the hallows in the cheeks blooming and unblooming as the tip lodged itself deep in the wet. warm flesh!
"Here we go!" Elizabeth announced. "Hang on to your cunt, cunt!"
And with that, Elizabeth turned the little handle that controlled the flow of the drugged liquid.
It poured down the rubber hose, through the tip and started filling Katherine's asshole up.
The young girl groaned! "Ohhh!"
Elizabeth thought it was a groan of embarrassment. Katherine knew it was a groan of pleasure!
The young girl loved the way the warm liquid felt as it flooded her asshole! Oh, it was so good! And she decided right then and there, that she would have as many enemas as she could in the future!
Why if it was this good, she'd have them two or three times a day! Why not? She knew it was suppossed to be good for you. So there you are! It was good for you and it gave great pleasure.
What more could you ask for!
Elizabeth turned the handle even further! More of the liquid poured into the fast-filling hole.
Katherine could feels her insides ballooning up. The pressure was building and she worked her fingers even deeper into her cunt! Oh, the sensations were positively delicious!
"Elizabeth...."
"Silence!" the older blond beauty shouted, playing with herself almost as furiously as Katherine was playing with herself!
The warm liquid was pouring into the young girl at a tremendous pace. It was a flood inside her! And her own body was the dam which held the seething liquid captive and endlessly swirling.
Katherine raised the upper half of her body up on the bed, propping her chest up with her arms. She didn't think she could hold any more, and she didn't want to lose control of herself.
It would be such a mess.
"Please, Elizabeth, I don't think I can...."
The blond beauty didn't let her finish her sentence!
"Be quiet, will you?!" she shouted. "You're only halffull! Just shut up and try to relax. You're not going anywhere until each and every drop of that stuff is up and inside you, you silly waterbag! You don't imagine I prepared that lotion just for the fun of it, do , you?!"
The family-sized enema bag was-only half-empty. There were still more than two quarts left!
And even as the liquid was squirting into her butt, Elizabeth was shoving a big pillow under Katherine's cunt! Now the young girl's ass was high up in the air.
And the pressure was so great, the young dark-haired girl simply had to stop playing with herself, much as she hated abandoning her delicious, young, hot, wet, gripping, grasping pussy!
She just couldn't go on!
It was all she could do to concentrate on holding the great volumn of liquid in the trap of her aching flesh! Oh, if only she could get up and go to the bathroom. It would be such a relief!
Katherine was beginning to wish she hadn't allowed Elizabeth to go this far. But now it was too late. If she had acted with the courage of her new-found resolve earlier, she could have established her authority over the blond girl, but now it was all she could do to hold the liquid inside her.
And still it continued to pour into her! She could feel parts of her body she hadn't even known before swelling to contain the warm water. She could feel her intestines growing larger and larger, like balloons filling up!
"Ohhh...." she groaned.
And as the bag emptied itself into Katherine's stretching passages, Elizabeth walked over to the wall of closets opposite the bed and nearest the bathroom and dug around in a drawer near the ceiling.
To get to it, she had had to pull a chair up to the wall of cabinets. Then she had had to pile two telephone books on top of the chair. Even so, standing on both the telephone books and the chair, the older sister had to stand on her tiptoes to reach for the box she wanted.
At last she had it in her hands. But she had stretched so mightily to get the box, she teetered precariously for several seconds ... and jumped to the thick carpeting, with the treasure in hand.
She then carried it over to the bed and rested it on the bedspread next to the suffering dark-haired girl. Katherine knew Elizabeth was sitting next to her on the bed, but she didn't dare turn to look at her and see what was going on.
Even with her new-found resolve and self-understanding and strength, Katherine was not now in any position to challange her older sister. One false move on her part, and Katherine would release the liquid and pollute herself and the bed with the fluids forced under pressure into her body.
"Wait till you see what I've got here," Elizabeth gloated.
Katherine started to turn her head to look.
Elizabeth simply reached down and held her head in place, turned away from her and the mysterious box.
The enema bag was draining very slowly now. There was still almost a full quart to go, but the pressure in Katherine's butt was so great, it simply didn't allow for a full and swift flow.
Instead, the liquid trickled into her, tickling and tormenting her as it did so.
Katherine was beginning to enjoy it!
She was beginning to get off on the strange sensations the liquid was causing her to experience! So, that was the secret. Simply relax and do your best to hold the liquid in without being overwhelmed with panic or fear.
Of course, she could hold all of it in her body. It was simply a matter of truly understanding, the phenomenon and reacting to it in a sane, sensible way.
When you did that, it suddenly became enjoyable!
After all, what was there to worry about? The worst that could happen was that the liquid would come gushing out all over. And so what if it did! It would be Elizabeth's mess to clean up, not hers.
So Katherine was beginning to have fun again. Once again her pain and embarrassment were turning into pleasure and fun. Oh, the wonder and miracle of it all. Her brilliant young mind had once again changed the negative into the positive.
And Elizabeth, in the meantime, was having a ball, too.
Or rather, a cock!
Because what she had in the box was her father's collection of dildoes! Yes, she had found them three days earlier!
Elizabeth had long ago developed the habit of snooping around in her parents closets and drawers and storage areas. That was how she had first come across porno. She had found it in the drawer that held her father's socks.
And that had been so wonderful a treat for the hot young blond girl, that she never gave of the habit of sneaking through places that didn't belong to her.
And so the discovery of the dildoes. There were only three of them, but three was more than enough. It was plenty!
Already, they had provided Elizabeth many pleasant hours of fantasy. Of course, she hadn't used them on her own delicious pussy. Elizabeth was still a virgin. And she intended on staying that way until she was good and ready to change that state of affairs.
And, as of the present moment, she wasn't ready.
Nor did she intend to use the dildoes on her younger sister. No, Katherine had to stay a virgin, too. That way, if the young girl did expose her, Katherine would have no proof of real abuse. She would still have her maidenhood, to use an old-fashioned Katherine-like word. But the dildoes had already given Elizabeth pleasure, that you can bet on. She had enjoyed thinking about the ways her father had used them on his former wife, her very own "poetic" mother.
God, I wonder what he did with them?
Elizabeth asked herself. Did he shove them up her asshole? Could she take that much rubber cock up her ass? I mean, look at this one! It's more than a foot long! And look here! It's as wide as my wrist! Did mother actually have the likes of this shoved up her asshole? Unbelieveable!
But plenty exciting to think about.
So what if it wasn't nice to think about the dead irreverently! Nothing was too sacred for Elizabeth when it came to her sexual pleasure.
She was a real hardcore slut, and her sadistic impulses were as real as they were intense.
She took the black dildo, the medium-sized one, and reached over across Katherine's head and waved it in front of the young girl's surprised eyes!
The young girl reacted with a start of shock and, in doing so relaxed her asshole muscles a little bit.
The last of the liquid gurgled into her with a slight flushing sound.
Hearing that unfamiliar sound, Elizabeth looked up from her place on the huge bed and smiled with supreme satisfaction when she saw the enema bag hanging limply from the coatrack!
All the liquid was now in her sister's asshole!
A thrill of measure shot through the older girl! Now her dominance of the dark-haired Katherine was complete! Her victory was assured! Everything that followed this would be simple by comparison.
Elizabeth was celebrating her victory even before it was sure!
It certainly wasn't the only mistake she had made in her brief life of sixteen spoiled years.
But it was most definitely her most serious mistake!
CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Richard Shoemaker drove through the Longfellow Mountains with dark thoughts racing through his confused brain. He usually enjoyed the idea of driving back to his beautiful summer home on Moosehead Lake, but since the death of his wife the place had become unattractive and a source of pain and hurt.
Too many memories!
Oh, sure, Richard Shoemaker was a successful professional, no doubt about that.
But the death of his beautiful wife had taken something out of him. Even worse, it put something in him. You see, Richard Shoemaker was a troubled man.
He loved his own daughter!
Yes, Richard Shoemaker was in love with his younger daughter, Katherine!
The dark-haired girl was so much like his own former wife. Every time he looked at Katherine, he was filled with longing. And that sexual longing caused him tremendous grief and pain! He simply couldn't admit the truth to himself.
It was too terrible to bear!
And it was having a definite effect on the big, burly man.
Richard Shoemaker was impotent!
That very evening, the survey completed, he and some of the other men on the survey team had hightailed it over to a whorehouse in Bangor. But he might as well have gone straight home.
Because nothing happened there. All he got in the Bangor whorehouse was ... drunk! Even now the tricky mountain roads caused him to have to drive with extrme caution. He tried to keep his mind on his driving, but he couldn't.
He kept thinking about how he'd like to make love to his own dear, sweet little Katherine!
What a fool he was! And so dishonest, too. His own sex drive was driving him crazy. So crazy, in fact, that he was having difficulty relating to his youngest daughter at all, despite the great love he felt for her!
Why, he had ignored her for the past three months. He had quite simply and deliberately cut her out of his life. And the poor thing was suffering because of it, that much he did know.
But what could he do about it? He didn't dare trust himself with her. Why, just thinking about her was giving him a hard-on! A hard-on! He cursed himself for the disgusting, dirty pervert that he thought he was, but it did him little good.
The image of little Katherine, calm and cool and pure, was stuck in his brain and he could wish it away no matter how hard he tried to do so.
The big man shifted the clutch of his neat Corvette with brutal movements of his arm and wrist! The car shifted its weight and clung to the every edge of the mountain road with only inches to spare.
Richard Shoemaker was very unhappy. He was despairing. And he didn't much care if the car stayed on the road or not.
He might be better off dead! At least that's what he told himself!
But, then, if that were true ... why was he speeding home?
He couldn't answer the question, but he continued to push the sport's car anyhow. Something was calling him, something was whispering in his ear. And the voice that was burning itself into his brain was saying, "Hurry, Richard, hurry! Get home as fast as you can!"
The Corvette sped down the mountain side. Lake Moosehead glittered in the moonlight in the distance. In less than an hour he'd be pulling up in his own driveway, and then the mystery would be solved.
If only he could keep from killing himself before he got there! Not that it would make any difference, of course. He cursed himself for a coward and a quitter!
When Katherine opened her eyes and saw the black didlo in front of her face, she didn't have to be told by Elizabeth to suck it into her mouth.
So that's what a big cock looks like, Katherine told herself. What a change had come over her. Just a few hours earlier, the young girl had seldom even thought about sex.
She hadn't even played much with herself. And the few times she had, it had only been tentative and half-hearted.
But now she was all flame and burning!
Of course, she didn't know that her own very natural sexual feeling were being stimulated by the powerful LSD that was now coursing full-strength through her blood.
For even though the drug bad been mixed in with the enema solution, it had entered her system as surely as if she had swallowed the LSD tablets orally.
Katherine was, in short, stoned!
And now the big black cock seemed to be wiggling in front of her mouth. It actually seemed to be moving and snaking itself back and forth in front of her fascinated eyes. It seemed to be begging her to take it into her mouth.
Katherine lay looking at it stupidly and was just about ready to reach forward with her head, when Elizabeth reached over and shoved the hard, black rubber cock inbetween the young girl's innocent lips.
"Suck that cock, bitch!" Elizabeth demanded, playing with herself furiously as she did so. Oh, how good her fingers felt!
Katherine sucked the big dildo as good as she could. At first, it made her gag, but she soon got used to the presence of the strange thing. It felt good in her mouth and she wanted to take as much of it into her throat as she could!
That's when Elizabeth started working the big dildo in and out of Katherine's lips.
"You like that, don't you, bitch!"
"Mmmm," Katherine mumbled. If her mouth weren't full, she'd tell Elizabeth how much she was enjoying herself. That was what the LSD was doing to her. It was making her want more and more and more of the great sexual sensations she was only just discovering for the first time.
And how she loved cock! She sucked on the big dildo thinking it was real man's flesh. She imagined what the real thing would be like, jumping around in her mouth as the heat of her tongue drove it to greater and greater heights of passion and pleasure.
Oh, she was so full! Her asshole was full of delightful enema fluid! Her mouth was full of almost-living cock! And her young pussy was full of her own wonderful fingers. All that added up to joy!
"Mmmmm!" she said again.
And this time there was no mistaking her pleasure!
Even Elizabeth realized that her younger sister wasn't suffering at all!
And that's not how it was supposed to be!
Katherine wasn't supposed to be having a good time, no! She was supposed to be suffering, hurting, losing! But, no! The young brat was having herself the fucking time of her life!
And all at her, at Elizabeth's expense!
Outrageous! Out of the question! No fucking way!
Elizabeth was in a fury and she wasted no time pulling the well-sucked dildo out of her sister's hungry mouth! Even when she did so, Katherine continued sucking, as thought the thing were still there!
Elizabeth jumped off the bed. She was totally and completely pissed off! This was not how it was supposed to be!
"Get up! Get up, god-damn it!" she screamed.
Katherine slowly got to her feet. It was hard for her to do because all the liquid in the family-sized enema bag was now pushing against her guts! Even so, the young girl continued playing with herself even while executing the difficult maneuver of getting to her feet.
Elizabeth slapped Katherine's busy fingers out of her dark-haired cunt!
"Get in there and drop that load!" she commanded.
And Katherine headed for the bathroom, shuffling her feet in an odd, little Chaplin-like series of hops.
And, oh, she was on fire! Her pussy was aching to be played with, and no sooner did she have her back to Elizabeth and Katherine shoved her fingers back in her pussy! Yes!
The young girl wanted to shove her whole hand in her pussy. Of course, she couldn't do that without ending her virginity.
But Katherine didn't care!
She wanted more sensations! So what if she was no longer a "maiden!" Who cared? Nobody cared anymore! Not these days they didn't! The only person Katherine was kidding was Katherine herself.
"'There is something in Nature that hates the virgin,'" Katherine quoted to herself, forgetting who the author of that gem was, but loving the sentiment nonetheless.
And suddenly the most important thing in the world for Katherine was that she should no longer be a virgin!
No, she hated being a virgin!
And the young dark-haired girl sat down heavily on the toilet and shoved her hand deep into her cunt!
She could feel the delicate membrane between her legs being torn apart! In her heightened LSD state of awareness, she thought she actually hear it tearing! She thought she could hear it splitting in two, like a piece of fabric being taken in hand and torn apart!
She could feel the blood dripping down from inside her, pouring over her own hand, smearing the inside of her thighs, and dripping into the water in the toilet.
She was no longer a virgin!
And, oh, she was happy! She was thrilled! She knew joy!
She had taken herself and she was happy to have done so!
And now the pain was gone and all was pleasure! She continued to play with herself, driving herself to ever greater, ever higher sensations!
And then she let the load she was holding in her asshole go!
The still-hot liquid burst out of her like a gunshot! It exploded out of her hot asshole and crashed into the toilet bowl with a great, loud gush!
Pressure and liquid and release and relief! Again and again and again Katherine experienced orgasm after orgasm after orgasm! She was dizzy with supreme pleasure! She was intoxicated with the joy of self-discovery! Her own body was the greatest source of joy and satisfaction the planet had to offer!
Katherine was alive and experiencing unbelieveable heights of pleasure and a sense of well-being!
And, right in the middle of it, Elizabeth walked into the bathroom.
Immediately, Katherine once again assumed the role of the poor suffering little thing.
She had to if she wanted her pleasure to continue! And she definitely wanted her pleasure to continue. She wanted it to go on and on and on! What had happened so far ... that was only the beginning.
No, not even that. Thinking about it, Katherine decided that what had happened so far was only the beginning of the very beginning of the beginning.
In short, the young girl was not to be satisfied! All she wanted was more and more. And then some!
Elizabeth, in the meantime, was furious. She was beside herself with a feeling of having been cheated, of having been used! Who what that punk of a little sister of hers to think that she could use her, Elizabeth, for her own pleasure.
The audacity and boldness of it overwhelmed Elizabeth and she was beside herself with an overblown sense of injustice and outrage ... suffered by her, and inflicted by Katherine!
Elizabeth drank the rest of the Old Bushmill's down in one fantastic belt! Her insides were screaming for relief! But the beautiful young blond girl stayed on her own two feet and somehow managed to retain control of herself.
"All right!" she snarled at Katherine, her lips curled back in a vicious sneer. A thin line of spittle formed by the corner of her mouth. She looked truly insane.
"Oh, Elizabeth," Katherine moaned in mock fear and terror, "please don't tie me down on the bed on my back and shove that big black didlo in my poor, suffering virgin cunt!"
"Don't?" Elizabeth asked, stupidly. The Irish whisky had confused and befuddled her. What was that about tying Katherine down on the bed on her back? Now where did she get that idea from? And what was that about shoving a dildo into her?
"No, please don't do that to me!" Katherine pleaded.
Through the alcoholic daze, Elizabeth could see Katherine looking at her, her eyes full of terror and pleading! Katherine didn't want her to do something to her! Now what could that be?
"You don't want...." Elizabeth started to say, but Katherine finished her idea for her...."you to tie me to the bed on my back and torture me with that terrible, awful rubber cock!"
"Get up off that toilet!" Elizabeth screamed, pulling Katherine off the toilet by her arm!
"Please, don't!" Katherine pleaded! The LSD was having a wonderful effect on her mind. In fact, Katherine suddenly realized that she was drugged. That's how astute her mind was.
I bet it's LSD she gave me, Katherine reasoned to herself! Well, it's a good thing she did! I would never have had the nerve to take it on my own! Hell! It's great! It sets me on fire!
"Pleading won't help you!" Elizabeth sneered.
She was half-dragging, half-carrying Katherine toward the big bed.
Katherine pretended to struggle, but she didn't struggle too hard. There was nothing more she wanted than what she herself had suggested! She could hardly wait for her stupid older sister to give her all the pleasure she wanted!
"Nooo...." Katherine moaned.
"Yes! Yes!" Elizabeth shouted.
She threw the smaller, younger girl back down on the expensive bedspread.
Katherine stretched out, spread-eagling herself on the bed.
"I won't try to resist you," Katherine pleaded, her voice full of hopelessnes, "Just try not to be too hard on me. I am a virgin, you know!"
The young girl could feel the last remains of her hot, fresh cunt-blood draining onto the bedspread. She tried to squeeze the insides of " her pussy together to force as much of the blood out as was possible!
As Katherine lay waiting for Elizabeth to get things organized, the older sister picked up the shreds of the blouse she had ripped up earlier in the evening.
She took the stips of fabric and tied them around Katherine's frail, delicate wrists. Then she tied the other ends of the cloth to the bedsprings, securing the young girl's widely separated arms.
She then did the same thing to Katherine's legs. In almost no time, Katherine was tied fast to the bed.
The young girl wished her sister would work faster. The LSD made everything seem as if it were happening in super-slowmotion, and Katherine was in a big hurry to see what the giant dildo would feel like when it was shoved up her hot, tight, juicy, almost-virgin cunthole!
"Oh, don't use that big didlo! It's fourteen inches long if it's a foot!" Katherine whined. She knew Elizabeth absolutely hated it when she whined, and she never whined better in her life.
Sure enough, Elizabeth was really put out by the high-pitched nasal grind of Katherine's whine!
"You know I hate that!" the older girl shouted.
"I forgot!" Katherine pleased.
"Tough shit!" Elizabeth gloated!
And with that, the beautiful blond sixteen year old climbed up on the bed and stared into Katherine's beautiful big brown eyes.
"You're gonna eat pussy, you know that, don't you!" Elizabeth snarled at her sister. She'd make the little bitch pay for being so fucking sneaky with her! She'd make her eat her-pussy, that's-what she'd do!
And Katherine was thrilled! Oh, she could hardly wait to get her tongue into her hot sister's steaming cunt! What a thrill that would be!
"No, don't make me do that!" Katherine pleaded. "I'll get sick! I'll gag! I can't do that dirty stuff! It's isn't right! It isn't moral! Sex is for marriage, and even then there are some things that shouldn't be done!"
Elizabeth slapped Katherine hard in the face!
"You fucking little prig! You god-damned goodie-two-shoes! That's what you are, a Little-Miss-Proper! Well, you're gonna have your mouth in my nice, hot, juicy cunt, that's what you're gonna be doing if you know what's good for you!"
"No, Elizabeth, please! I...."
But Katherine didn't have a chance to finish her deliberately provocative sentence. The reverse psychology worked perfectly, for Elizabeth had climbed up over Katherine's beautiful face and had lowered her now streaming, steaming cunt down full on the young girl's mouth!
Good virgin pussy! Katherine shouted to herself, and she immediately shoved her tongue up as deep as she could into Elizabeth's bullying pussy! The young girl was surprised at how far her tongue could stretch when she wanted it to! She never dreamed it could be that long! Where did it all come from? It seemed like a real miracle!
Elizabeth jumped with the shock of so hot a tongue probing her so thoroughly! God, that was good!
"Eat my cunt out, you cunt-sucking bitch!" the blond girl screamed.
Katherine wiggled her tongue around madly. She couldn't capture her sister's especially big clit and she wanted to do just that! Instead, she got it vibrating like a weathervane in a hurricane!
"Ohhhh!" Elizabeth moaned with pleasure. She lowered her delicious thighs down even heavier on Katherine's small but pleasing mouth! She rocked back and forth, trying to get her hard clit in as much contact wtih the searching tongue as was possible!
Yes, it was wonderful!
And as Katherine sucked pussy, she wished Elizabeth would be "cruel" some more and do something to her body! She wanted to cry out, but she couldn't! She bigger sister was sitting flat on her face, her big creamy legs pressing against her ears!
And she was going crazy with longing! Katherine knew that Elizabeth was playing with her own titties even as she was eating her cunt out! How unfair!
Katherine wanted her share, too!
So the young girl worked her mouth around to just the exactly right position and then, when Elizabeth's outer pussy lips were full in her face, Katherine bit down on them as hard as she could!
The blond girl let out a blood-curdling scream!
Where only brief seconds earlier she had been experiencing the most divine pleasure, suddenly she knew only pain! The stupid cunt of a younger sister bit her! Hard!
Elizabeth jumped off her sister's sucking mouth and slapped her hard in the face, not sparing her anything. Once, twice, three times!
The "smack" of flesh-on-flesh echoed through the big bedroom like a gun shot!
"How dare you bite me!" Elizabeth screamed. "You think you'll get away with that?"
And again she hit her younger sister, over and over and over again. She stopped only when the stinging in her hands became too great to bear! She stopped only when she realized she was causing herself as much, if not more, pain as she was causing Katherine to experience!
"Now you're gonna get it!" Elizabeth ranted!
Katherine moaned quietly to herself. She hadn't expected quite so violent a reaction on Elizabeth's part! She had made the stupid mistake of forgetting just how mean and ugly Elizabeth could really be when she was freaked out with disappointment.
God, she wished she hadn't suggested that she be tied up! Now she was completely at Elizabeth's mercy, and Katherine wasn't at all sure if her older sister was capable of self-control.
The bigger, older girl might really hurt her!
Yes, it was a definite mistake, but now it was too late. There was nothing to do now but grin and bear it.
If, that is, one could bear what Elizabeth had in mind and grin at the same time. The two might just develop into something mutually exclusive.
Like getting worked over with a meat tenderizer!
For the fifth time in the same eventful evening, Katherine was once again truly frightened of her older sister. Yes, she had definitely made a mistake.
Maybe a fatal one!
But that's not how it worked out!
Elizabeth had no intentions of letting Katherine get off with anything so simple and easy as death. No way!
She had long range plans for revenge!
And those plans would take a lifetime to execute! And that included starting right now, at this very moment!
But what to do?
Elizabeth was outraged, but she wasn't quite sure what to do! She couldn't decide what was bad and painful enough to really merit being the punishment she'd inflict upon Katherine for her bad, bad, bad behavior.
After all, the horrible little bitch had taken a bite out of her precious, pretty, blond, virgin cunt!
"Virgin!" the word rang through Elizabeth's mind with such impact that the blond beauty was surprised to hear herself saying it outloud!
Of course! That's it! The little cunt was still a fucking virgin! Or so Elizabeth thought!
She had no idea that Katherine had "deflowered" herself just minutes earlier! She had no idea she was playing right into Katherine's hands! Or pussy, as the fucking case may be!
"You've had it now, you nasty little cunt!" Elizabeth hissed in Katherine's ear.
To make her point even more felt, the older girl grabbed the younger one's apple-sized left tit and gave it a hard pinch!
Katherine screamed with pain! Her voice filled the room, poured down the hallway, seeped out the windows and doors and died only when it reached the woods and beach many, many hundreds of yards away!
The scream startled Elizabeth!
What if some one heard it?
What if some one came knocking on the door to investigate the noise. That would be hard to explain!
Katherine obviously needed something stuffed in her mouth!
But what to use as a gag? Elizabeth looked around her in desperation. This was a new development. Katherine had pretty much suffered the torments she had inflicted upon her in silence.
But if her younger, nasty sister was going to start screaming, well ... that would mean action of some kind was in order.
Then it came to her! Perfect!
Elizabeth took the smallest of the three dildos in her hand. It was only eleven inches long and a mere inch and a half thick.
She shoved it in Katherine's mouth. She pushed it past the lips, past the sweet young, pink tongue and down the young girl's virgin throat!
Katherine, still tripping on the LSD, managed to take the huge thing into her body without gagging or choking.
She wanted the big, pink dildo shoved in her mouth! She wanted it because it was very realistic and reminded her of a real cock. Not that she had ever had a real man's hot, wet, throbbing cock shoved in her mouth before, she hadn't! But she wanted to! Oh, did she ever want to!
And this was almost as good as the real thing!
At least, she could pretend it was the real thing and she could practice with it.
Then, when the glorious day came when she was sucking and licking and making love to her first real .and living cock, she would have all the techniques down pat, and the guy she was doing would be sure to want to come back for seconds. And thirds!
And Katherine would always be there, ready and willing and able to give him the maximum of pleasure.
Oh, she could hardly wait! She wanted to lick and suck men's balls, too! She wanted to see what their balls were like! She was longing for them!
What a change has come over me, Katherine thought to herself. Why, up until today I've never even really seen a man's cock or balls!
The fact of all she had been missing seemed overwhelming to the young, beautiful, frail girl.
And to think it had been there all the time!
She had a lot of time and love-making to make up for!
"There, you evil bitch!" Elizabeth was snarling, still angry because of the bite Katherine had given her cunt. "Now try to scream! Now wake up the fucking neighborhood! How do you like your mouth full of cock! You hate it don't you! Well, it serves you right!"
"Mmmmm!" Katherine groaned, her frail but delicious young body tugging at the strips of cotton fabric that kept her spread eagled to her father's big bed.
Elizabeth was overjoyed with the pain and suffering and humiliation she thought she was so cleverly inflicting on her younger, poetic, dark-haired sister. She thought she was really hurting her and, thinking that was the case, she was-more sexually excited than she had been all evening!
Yes, Katherine's supposed suffering was driving Elizabeth to unsayable heights of erotic pleasure!
Now she was willing to do anything. She was willing to go to any extremes in pursuit of her own satisfaction! So what if Katherine had to suffer. It made no difference to Elizabeth.
In fact, the more Katherine suffered, the better it was for Elizabeth. So now the question was: How to make Elizabeth hurt even more than she was? What to do? How to do it?
The older sister's eyes fell on the two remaining dildoes that were resting on the expensive bedspread.
That was it! Of course!
In a flash, Elizabeth had the second largest of the dildoes in her hand, holding it up in front of Katherine's dildo-stuffed face!
Katherine's eyes widened when she saw the big rubber dong. She could hardly wait for Elizabeth to shove it into one of her holes, any of them! It made no difference! If only she could have more sensations, more pleasure, more joy!
Elizabeth leered at her younger sister. She stared into the wide-opened eyes and thought that they were filled with fear! She was totally and completely taken in by Katherine and she was thrilled, delighted to have the young girl at her supposed mercy!
"You see this?" Elizabeth teased, waving the big dildo back and forth, back and forth in front of Katherine.
"Mmmm," Katherine muttered. The LSD made the dildo seem real to her. It was wonderful. It was almost like a living thing! She could hardly wait to have it put to use.
"I'm going to shove this nasty thing up your virgin asshole! Yes, yes I am, Katherine! I'm going to take this thing and shove it inbetween your asscheeks and push it up your asshole! I bet you'll hate that, won't you!"
"Nooo!" Katherine managed to mumble, despite the big dildo that was shoved down her throat. But she had to try to make Elizabeth think she hated the idea!
Why, Elizabeth was so perverse, if she even so much as suspected that her younger sister really wanted the dildo shoved up her ass, she might not shove it up!
Oh, are you sick, Katherine thought to herself. But you sure do know how to show a girl a good time!
"I'd hate having this thing shoved up my asshole!" Elizabeth was gloating, "but it's perfect for you. You're such an asshole, that's why it's perfect!"
Elizabeth laughed loudly at her own stupid joke as she forced a big, fluffy pillow under Katherine's small, tight ass.
Now the young girl's asshole was easy to get to, and Elizabeth pushed the rubber cock up against ther asshole opening.
She could feel the outer asshole muscles resisting her efforts, but she pushed bravely on! And it was in!
The hard rubber cockhead was buried in her young sister's virgin asshole! Oh, it was exciting-Elizabeth knelt on the bedspread next to Katherine, playing with herself, her fingers flying around in her own hot, juicy pussy, the fiery" pussy liquids flowing our of her hole like a large stream or a small river!
Her clit was on fire with pleasure!
She shoved the dildo all the way into the young girl's hole!
Katherine groaned and wiggled and squirmed on the bed! Oh, it was wonderful!
The two girls were in heaven, and neither of them heard their father's Corvette pulling up in the driveway.
He had turned the engine off as he turned into the driveway, because he hadn't wanted to wake the girls in case they had been sleeping.
He was a very considerate father.
It was then that Elizabeth realized that Katherine's asshole muscles were squeezing the rubber didlo is such a way as to be continually pushing it out of her inexperienced hole. That meant that Elizabeth had to keep her hand pressed against the base of the rubber dong if she was to keep it shoved up into Katherine.
And that was too bad! Because Elizabeth wanted to play with her own titties while she fingered her own cunt!
But she quickly resolved the problem by climbing inbetween Katherine's knees and pressing one of her shapely, womanly legs up against the young girl's cunt. Great! That kept the dildo in place and it freed both of her own pleasure-seeking hands!
Oh, the feeling of Elizabeth's flesh touching her between the legs excited Katherine tremendously! She loved warm flesh! She wanted to touch and rub and suck and kiss and lick as much of it as she possible could!
The young girl bucked up and down on the dildo, giving her asshole as much self-pleasure as she possibly could.
Elizabeth played with herself furiously as she watched her sister's sturggles. The sight of her young pussy riding up and down, up and down was a real turn-on!
And suddenly Elizabeth was inspired with her cruelest thought! Why not plug that tight, hot, young, virgin pussy! Yes! The Old Bushmill's had set her brain on fire!
She'd rob Katherine of her virginity! Why not! After all, the little cunt deserved to be hurt! She was only good for giving pleasure! Other than that, the young girl was a complete waste of time!
"I'm gonna shove this up your cunt, cunt!" Elizabeth shouted, waving the biggest of the dildoes in her wet hand. "You're gonna have that virgin cunt of your made over into a non-virgin cunt, cunt!"
"Noooo!" Katherine once again managed to object, her mouth still filled with rubber cock. She even managed to look terrified, too! And that was very hard to do, considering that the only thing she now really wanted in all the whole, wide world was to have that big thing stuck up her pussy!
"Oh, yes! Now you're gonna get it!" Elizabeth gloated, her pretty face twisted into an ugly mask of sexual passion, sisterly hate and sadistic cruelty! "Here it comes!"
And with that, Elizabeth rested the big, thick cockhead of the huge, black, rubber dildo between her frail sister's outer pussy lips and pushed in on it with all her considerable strength and weight!
"Ohhhhhh!" Katherine groaned! It felt so wonderful! It felt so good! It was the best, the greatest!
The young girl rolled her head over on the pillow! The pleasure she was feeling was total and overwhelming. Her eyes were glazed and had a sort of blank expression.
It was then that the girls' father, Richard Shoemaker, walked unannounced into his own bedroom!
He stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't believe his eyes!
What the hell was going on?! Katherine, his own dear sweet little Katherine, was tied to his bed! And there was that big horse Elizabeth hovering over the precious little girl like some sort of lesbian vampire!
It was a scene right out of a nightmare!
Richard Shoemaker swung into action!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Little, innocent Katherine caught a glimpse of her outraged father as he hurtled himself across the room! He was like a big animal gone mad!
Elizabeth never knew what hit her!
One second she was having the time of her life, her fingers joyously digging around in her hot, wet, virgin pussy, her tits being played with in the most delightful way, and suddenly her world was filled with pain! Pain!
Richard had grabbed her by the back of her lovely, white neck and gripped her as if his hand were made of steel.
He pulled her off Katherine and started slapping her in the face as hard as he could.
"No! No!" Elizabeth was screaming, but there was no way she could defend herself. There was no way she could protect herself from the terrible rain of blows that were falling upon her face and body at an uncountable rate.
And Richard couldn't stop hitting her! All his guilt and anxiety rose up in him like a tidal wave, and poor Elizabeth had to bear the brunt of his frustration and outrage.
Even since his dear and beautiful wife had died months ago, the big engineer had been suffering the torments of the damned because of his lust for his younger daughter, Katherine.
Oh, how he had suffered!
But he couldn't help himself! There was nothing he could do about the way he felt about the dear, frail, little dark-haired girl.
She was the spitting image of her mother!
Katherine looked exactly the way her recently-dead mother, Margaret Ann, had looked when she had been a girl her age!
And Richard Shoemaker was turned on sexually by his own little girl!
The shame and the ugliness of that daughter-lust had very nearly caused him to go crazy. It had caused his impotence with other women. It had sent him to doctors of every kind, but to no avail.
It had even caused him to consider killing himself. That's how real and terrible his suffering had been.
Why, he had even been mean and nasty with Katherine, the person he loved most in the world. But he had been forced into being stern with her! It had been an absolutely necessary reaction to the lust that she had innocently inspired in him.
He hadn't even been able to sit across from her at the breakfast table without getting a hard-on.
If he had cut Katherine out of his life, it was because he had to, not because he wanted to. No, he loved her dearly, even criminally, but always in his thoughts only, never in action.
He had never so much-as touched dear little Katherine, despite the great passion he felt for her! In fact, he had done terrible things to himself to prevent just that.
Several times he had held his hand in the flame of a candle to remind himself that father's didn't have sex with their younger daughters no matter how attractive they found them, and no matter how much they loved them and wanted to hold them and kiss them and take them in their beds and make dear and passionate love to them!
And now look what Elizabeth had done to his dear, sweet love!
The great bully of a girl had tied his precious darling to his very own bed and had shoved his dildoes up into her sweet, innocent body!
How perverse!
How disgusting!
He punched Elizabeth hard in the jaw and the blond girl fell unconscious to the floor.
Her naked, womanly body was crumpled and looked broken.
It made no difference to Richard Shoemaker. All he was now concerned about was his daughter, Katherine. Oh, the poor, suffering thing!
The big man climbed up on the bed and straddled his naked, captive daughter.
Oh, the touch of the fabric of his clothes against her skin felt so good to Katherine. Why, she could feel the tremendous heat of his big, masculine body right through the clothes he wore!
The first thing he did was to pull the dildo out of her mouth and throw it across the room. It fell with a thud against the door.
The he untied her wrists and gathered her into his arms.
Her thin, but beautiful legs were still outstretched as far as possible, and she still had huge dildoes shoved up her hot, wet, squeezing asshole and pussy. Oh, it was wonderful for her!
She was coming almost continually!
"Daddy!" she cried out, thrilled to be near him in the state of undress and exposure that was her present situation. "Hold me! Kiss me!"
The big, devoted man kissed her face with a million adoring kisses. He kissed Katherine's adorable eyes, her nose, her chin, her ears, her neck, her throat.
Katherine moaned and threw her arms around his neck! Oh, he was sending such wonderful electric thrills soaring through her body. He smelled so good, so strong and masculine. She could feel the strength in his arms.
She could feel his hard-on pressing inbetween her legs. It bumped against her inner thighs through his suit pants. It pressed against the base of the huge dildo that was shoved in her pussy and shoved it in even further!.
"Oh!" she moaned, holding him as tightly as she could.
He was crying hot tears and they poured over her. She was crying, too.
But that didn't stop either of them from kissing each other. Katherine didn't get to kiss him as much as she wanted to, but that was all right because he was doing a good enough job for the both of them.
Then he started kissing her on the lips!
It drove Katherine to the greatest heights of sexual pleasure. Her father's lips were firm and sensitive. They pressed against her own in the most delightful way. She never dreamed that kissing a man could be so wonderful.
And then, pleasure of pleasures, he was shoving his tongue into her hot, wet mouth!
They were French kissing! Katherine knew that was what it was called, but she really didn't care what it was called, because it was just too, too thrilling!
His hot tongue was hard and soft, one after the other, and it seemed to be starving for her body. It licked her tongue and she tried to like it back, but it was everywhere all at once and she barely got a chance to reciprocate!
His tongue lodged itself between her teeth and gums, and it slid back and forth, back and forth from one corner of her mouth to the other. The touch and texture of it probing and searching in her mouth was like a miracle! Katherine wished it would never end! Then her father suddenly reached down and untied her legs. Ah, it felt good to move them again. It felt great to let the blood flow through them again.
But what was he doing now?
He was holding her inner legs in one of his big, powerful hands and, with the other, he had gripped the base of the huge dildo that was shoved deeply into her throbbing, wet pussy.
He started pulling it out of her body! The sensations of pleasure simply overwhelmed her, and the young girl fell back limply on the expensive bedspread, her arms thrown open wide, her eyes closed, her mouth open.
She moaned with absolute and unabashed pleasure.
Richard heard the moan and looked up in surprise!
He had imagined her to be suffering! After all, she had been raped by her older sister! What else could he expect?
But when he looked at her face, he knew better. She wasn't suffering! On the contrary!
She was enjoying herself! No, she was having a wonderful time! She was aroused!
The truth of the situation hit Richard Shoemaker like an exploding bomb!
His daughter had been raped, true! But now that that was over with, she was relaxing into the enjoyment of sex. No, not relaxing into it, but delighting in it!
The burly man could feel his own sex energies rising ever higher and higher. His cock was harder than it had even been before, it was like stone! His hard on was magnificent!
He was in love!
And he wanted to fuck his own dear, sweet, little daugher.
And, best of all, she wanted him to fuck her, too!
"Katherine," he whispered.
The drugged girl slowly opened her big, beautiful, brown eyes. She gazed in his directly stupidly, then gradually focused on his handsome, beloved face.
"Daddy...." she sighed, smiling at him, as though she were a million miles away.
"Baby, do you ... do you...." Richard started to say, but Katherine didn't let him finish his sentence.
"Daddy!" she cried out suddenly. "Make love to me! Hold me! Kiss me! Take your clothes off and let me see your beautiful body!"
Richard jumped up from the bed and pulled his shoes off in a flash. Then he started taking his socks off.
"Leave them! Hurry!" Katherine panted, kneeling on the edge of the mattress.
The big, burly man tore his suit coat off and threw it on the floor. Then he ripped his shirt off, the buttons popping off in all directions, not that it made any difference. It didn't!
It certainly didn't!
Then he unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the thick carpeting, too.
He wasn't wearing any underwear and his huge cock was standing straight up in the air at a shocking angle away from the hard, flat, muscular surface of his stomach.
He was completely tan except for a white area around the middle. His big balls hung down low in their hairy sack.
He stepped toward the bed, his outrageous hard-on on swinging left and right, left and right as he walked.
Oh, it was beautiful, Katherine thought to herself.
His big white cock with the super pink cockhead was ever so much larger than any of the dildoes! It was at least fourteen inches long! And it was thicker than Katherine's wrist, much thicker.
As he slowly, almost shyly approached the kneeling girl, she could see the thick network of blood-filled veins that ran up and down and around the magnificent tool.
He really wanted her.
Now he was standing right in front of her. Katherine was still kneeling on the mattress, and the big cock was right in front of her face!
He started to say something, but before he could, she grabbed the thing in both of her small hands and started licking the throbbing cockhead like a starving kitten licks up a bowl of heated cream.
"Ohhhh!" the big man moaned, bending slightly at the knees so the girl could do a better job of licking his cock.
"Mmmmmm," Katherine mumbled, sliding her small, hot, wet tongue into the slit of the cockhead.
Then she popped the whole cockhead into her fiery mouth! And, at the same time, she repositioned herself on the edge of the mattress, got her balance, and reached forward and grabbed both of his big hairy balls in her small, hot hands.
Richard couldn't help but respond, and he responded by thrusting his hips forward and shoving about six or seven inches of his hard-on deep into the young girl's sucking mouth.
Her tongue curled around the hard tube of throbbing flesh as well as it could, which was very well, indeed!
Richard leaned over and, stretching his fingertips out, managed to capture his daughter's delicious apple-sized titties. Oh, yes, they were exactly the kind of titties he like best. There were just like his wife's had been!
And even as he squeezed them and pinched the nipples gently for the first time, it was as if he had done it before.
The girl lunged forward!
Much to Richard's amazement and delight the whole of his huge cock disappeared down her throat!
And she wasn't gagging or anything.
In fact, she started pumping her head back and forth in such a way as to massage his cockhead, not only with her grasping throat muscles, but with her head as well!
"Ohh!" he gasped. "That's wonderful! That's wonderful! Suck me!"
And that slight command set the girl going like crazy! She rocked back and forth in the kneeling position she was in sucked the entire fourteen inches of his outrageous hard-on in and out, in and out of her mouth.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he pulled himself out of her, gently but firmly.
She looked terribly disappointed.
Her mouth was streaked with spit and the little bit of come that had seeped out of his cockhead. Her chin was shiny with the stuff, as were her dainty cheeks.
She looked up at him, her beautiful big, brown eyes full of love and devotion and sexual arousal.
"Did I ... did I...." she stammered.
He smiled down at her and, in the tenderest voice asked, "Did you what, dear Katherine. Take your time. We're in no hurry!"
"Did I ... do something wrong?" she finally managed to ask, her face full of questions.
It was all so important to her.
He continued looking down at her, studying the incredible beauty of her body, face and soul. Then he smiled.
The smile was the most natural thing in the world, like a sun rise or the coming in of the tide.
"No, baby, you didn't do anything wrong," he told her, his voice full of the love he felt for her.
"I didn't?" she asked, her face beaming with pleasure and relief. I
"No, you didn't," he reassured her. "In fact, you did just the right thing. And you know what, my dear, sweet, lovely Katherine?"
"What?" she asked him.
"You're going to be doing a lot more of the same right thing!" he announced, filled with confidence and pride.
"I am," she beamed. She was just thrilled to know that her father really loved her.
"We both are," he confessed. "We're both going to do the right thing from now on!"
And with that he fell on the bed next to her and gathered her in his strong arms.
She curled right up against him, and pressed the full length of her body into his.
They fit perfectly!
Despite the face that he was an even six foot three inches, and she was a quarter inch shy of being five foot one, they fit perfectly!
Love has a wonderful way of levelling differences out and making them much less important than the might seem at first glance.
They snuggled up to each other and Richard started rubbing his cock sideways against her delicate outer pussy lips.
They were kissing each other, shoving their tongues as deep into each others' mouths as they possibly could, and her cunt was a little bit above his belly button.
But Richard's cock was so long, he was still able to slide it sideways in the outer folds of her throbbing pussy.
Then the big man reached around in back of the young girl and grabbed the base of the dildo that was shoved up her asshole.
He started pumping it in and out as their tongues continued their mutual searching.
She pulled her head back, and the two of the stared at each other in amazement and pure pleasure.
How handsome he was!
How beautiful she was!
And then they plunged their tongues back into their love-starved mouths!
He started licking her throat, running his wide, long, wet, hot tongue up and down, up and down the slender shaft of her neck.
She was very sensitive there, and she broke out into delightful goose bumps as his tongue continued its strange but wonderful massage.
She reached down inbetween them and grabbed his hard-on in both of her small hands. Oh, it was wet!
She didn't know if it was wet because he had come, or if it was wet because her pussy juice had poured over it. Probably both, but she didn't care anyhow.
All Katherine cared about was the wonderful feel-of ther father's hard cock. She had dreamed about cocks and imagined that they would be wonderful, hard and silky soft at the same time. But here dreams weren't nearly as satisfying as the real thing!
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes, my love?" he smiled back at her.
"Can I play with your cock as much as I want to?"
"You sure can!" he agreed immediately. The touch of her ten fingers on his cock was more than heavenly! It was the best!
"And can I do anything I want to do with it, Daddy?" she persisted. "Sure!"
"You aren't just kidding with me to make me feel good, are you?" she smiled at him, her perfect white teeth gleaming in her lovely little mouth.
Her little tongue was perfectly pink.
"Well," he smiled, still shoving the huge dildo in and out, in and out of her well-stretched, well-lubricated asshole with slow, even strokes, "I hope to make you feel good. You sure do make me feel good!"
"Do I?" I she grinned infectously. She was as pleased as punch, as the saying goes.
"Sure you do! Real good!" he answered with pleased honesty. She had stretched the skin off his throbbing cockhead and had pulled it all the way down the length of his tremendous cock and was holding it in a bunch near his groin.
With her other hand, she was wetly massaging the shaft of hard meat just below the crown of the cockhead. She was twisting her little hand around and around and around the cockhead in the most maddening and delightful way.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay, what?" he asked.
"Okay, then I'll tell you what I want to do with your cock now."
"And what might that be?" he asked, hardly able to wait for the answer. It was going to be good no matter what she suggested.
That much, at least, he knew for sure!
"You won't laugh at me?" she teased.
"No, no!" he laughed. "I promise!"
"Well, then...." she hesitated.
Now he was twisting the huge dildo in her asshole around and around in the most fantastic way, as if his hand and wrist were a universal joint capable of the most complicated and intricate maneuvers. Katherine had to stop talking for a moment as the great sensations coming from her asshole seemingly overwhelmed.
Then she caught her breath and continued again, her father having stopped working the didlo in the way that he had been.
She was smiling like the cat who ate the canary.
"Did you like that, dear Katherine?" the big man asked, wiggling the dildo in her steaming asshole just a bit, to remind her of what it was that he was so calmly referring to.
"Oh, yes!" she answered immediately. The cat-smile was back on her face again. It was as if she'd eaten two canaries!
"Squeeze my cock a little harder," he told her, and she immediately did what he asked.
She was great at it. A natural-born talent for playing with cock.
"That's what I wanted to ask you about," she finally asked him, "What's that?" he smiled, looking almost as though he were in pain. The sensations her hands were creating as they worked on his cock with all ten, tiny fingers was almost more than he could bare without coming.
And he most certainly, most definitely, and without reservation did not want to come yet. Maybe tomorrow morning!
But not yet!
"That dildo you've got in my bottom," she said sweetly, delighting him with the tenderer word instead of "ass" or "asshole."
She was innocent! Interested and enthusiastic, yes, but innocent nonetheless. What more could a man ask for?
"Would you pull it out, please?"
""Pull it out?'" he asked, surprised, quoting her own words back to her. She had seemed to be enjoying it so much. Her request really surprised him.
"Yes, pull it out," she asked, not demanding. "Pull it out and ... and ... you know, put your own in there instead.
He simply froze, smiling at her with the delight shining in his intoxicated eyes. How fresh and direct she was!
He loved her!
"Will you, please?" she asked again, her smile fading into a bit of a frown. "Or aren't I supposed to ask such things?"
"You just go ahead and ask for whatever you want from now on, you hear me, Katherine? From now on, whatever you want, whatever you ask for, that's what you get. From now on you just say it, and that's what we'll do, you and me. You just tell me, and it's as good as done, no better. It's done as well as possible!"
"I like that, Daddy!"
"I want you to like it, because I love it!" her father answered, his voice filled with a strange combination of pride and lust and love and adoration. Oh, she was taking him to places he never even dreamed possible.
I am the innocent, he told himself, thrilled with the self-discovery of his renewed love of life. And dear, sweet, little Katherine has made it all possible!
"Daddy?" she said, sweetly breaking into his thoughts.
"Yes, my sweet?"
"Will you put yours in there now? You know, instead of that rubber one? Okay? Will you?" She was begging him like a puppy begs for a bone.
Well, he had a nice big bone for her, all right, and he would be more than pleased to feed it to her.
And in a flash, almost without effort, the big man had slipped the huge dildo out of her beautiful ass. It emerged all shining and glistening with lubricant and the juices of her tender, well-worked asshole.
Instead of climbing over her, he merely turned her over with his big hands and his powerful arms.
She lay pressed against him. He reached out tenderly and gently pushed her upper body away from his. She moved as directly like oil over water. Then, he nudged her legs forward, too.
Now her beautiful little ass was pointing out toward him, away from the rest of her own body. She lay on her side without moving.
Oh, yes, there was nothing Richard Shoemaker loved better than a nice slow ass-fuck!
He placed the tip of his huge cockhead against the tiny opening of her asshole. He could feel the muscles of the opening tensing and releasing themselves in anticipation and expectation.
"I'm going to push in now, Katherine. Try to relax and you'll enjoy it more." He reached out and stroked her beautiful long, black hair. It gleamed and shimmered with light. "Now just try to relax."
The huge cockhead worked its way into the tiny opening.
Katherine lurched with pain! Oh, his cock was so thick! She had imagined there wouldn't be any pain because she had been filled with the dildo for such a long time. Then, too, her father had been working it around back there in the most amazing way.
But even those warming-up excercises hadn't prepared her for the real thing!
The young girl tensed up immediately and she could feel her asshole muscles straining to reject the intruder despite her own conscious wise to relax.
"Oh, Daddy, it hurts!" the girl wailed. "Please!"
"Here, baby," Richard answered, and he reached around in front of the young girl, careful not to shove any more of his huge cock into her throbbing asshole as he did so. He wanted to make it perfect for her.
His fingers quickly found what they were looking for!
Her cunt was warm and wet and juicy! He quickly parted the pussy lips and slipped his finger past them.
And, almost as soon as he did so, the muscles in her asshole relaxed and he shoved at least six inches of his hot, stiff male flesh into her.
She groaned, with pleasure and pain, but she made no effort to pull away from the invading pole, nor did she complain in any way.
"You want more, Katherine?" he asked, shoving yet another finger into her steaming cunt.
The elusive little clit was soon cornered and he played with it in a most expert fashion. The young girl was moaning and groaning with pleasure. He could feel her hot juices lubricating his searching, relentless fingers.
And then, quite without his expecting it, Katherine shoved her ass back on his cock!
The shock of it electrified him, and sent searing bolts of sheer pleasure burning through his groin, up his spine and directly to the pleasure-centers in his brain.
They were being worked overtime!
And well they might be! When Katherine had pushed back against him, she had absorbed another six inches of his cock!
She now had more than a foot of throbbing, hard male cock stuffed up her tiny asshole!
Richard could feel her asshole muscles struggling to adjust to his length and width. It was great. Every square inch of his hard cock was being taken care of in the most delightful and exciting way!
Then he lunged in the rest of the distance!
And it was better than ever. The last couple inches were the best! The muscles in her asshole had pushed the skin of his cock well back, and now the cockhead, the area immediately behind it and the whole of the cock itself were now completely surrounded by his daughter's young, tight, hot, throbbing body!
His fingers got to working in her cunt at a frantic rate! And the more he worked, the more thrills he got.
And the more thrills he got, the more Katherine got! It was a completely democratic situation, with both of them having the best possible time simultaneously, without either of them abusing or using the other!
They were in love!
And they started fucking in earnest!
Richard slowly pulled the entire length of his cock out of her hole, then shoved it all the way back in. And each and every time he repeated that action, he increased the speed of the pumping a little bit more.
Finally, he was working his tool in and out, in and out of her at a fantastic rate. The huge bed was starting to rock in rhythm of their fucking.
Then Katherine started in, too. She shoved against him at the most delightful moments. And, just at the right second, she would pull away from him. , Now they were both getting double fucked, so to speak, and the wonder and goodness of it delighted them both!
Several times, Richard almost came.
It was very, very close indeed.
But Katherine was such a good sex partner, that it took no more than the slightest signal from the big man for the young girl to go completely limp!
A touch on the shoulder or a single word would do it.
Then the two of them would lie perfectly still as the big man's cock throbbed with excitement and tension.
Then, when the danger of climax passed, they'd slowly and tentatively start fucking once more, building their speed up, increasing their passsion, until--once again-they'd nave to pause and wait.
It was a delicious, fascinating game!
And right in the midst of it ... there was Elizabeth!
She had obviously come to while her father and younger sister were lost in their pleasures!
Now she was standing at the side of the bed nearest their heads. She looked down at them and was filled with anger and outrage!
She was steaming with jealousy and a misplaced sense of injury.
As far as Elizabeth was concerned, it was she who was the injured party. And she couldn't stand it!
"Stop it! Stop it you two! How crude you are! Both of you! I demand that you stop that disgusting behavior immediately!"
Katherine merely kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the great sensations her father's cock and fingers were feeding into her system. Who cared what Elizabeth had to say now? It was of no importance whatsoever.
Richard would take care of her cruel older sister. And he'd do it just as well as he was now taking care of her.
Only Elizabeth's "taking-care-of" would be quite a different story.
Richard looked up from his fucking and stared at his crazy older daughter. His cock was still embedded in Katherine's hot asshole, and it was throbbing with fantastic energy. He was dangerously close to coming, closer than he had been yet, so he welcomed a chance to put the brat, Elizabeth, in her place ... once and for all.
"Why don't you go watch some television, Elizabeth. You bore me. And make sure you close the bedroom door behind you. I don't like peeping-Elizabeths!"
The older sister was outraged!
He couldn't talk to her like that!
But he could. And he did.
"You can do whatever you want to do with your life, Elizabeth," her father explained calmly. "Just don't interfere with me and don't bother Katherine anymore, you understand? If you do, you'll be sorrier than you ever imagined you could be!"
"But, but ... "Elizabeth sputtered, her face a furious beet red.
"So just run along, will you? You know, get the fuck out!" her father shouted.
And she was out the door in a flash!
"You'll be sorry!" Elizabeth screamed. "I'll run next door and tell Mrs. Williamson! Yes, that's what I'll do! I'll tell Mrs. Williamson! Then you'll see!"
With that she slammed the bedroom door as hard as she possibly could.
"Yeah, you do that little thing," Richard said calmly to himself as he pulled Katherine in closer to him.
The two of them fucked all night. And then, when they woke up late the next morning, they both had breakfast, showered, and started in all over again.
After all, the big man and the young girl had a lot of loving to make up for!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elizabeth was insane with sorrow and anger! She ran out of her house, across the beach and up on Mrs. Williamson's porch.
Oh, she didn't know what to do. It was all so terribly sudden, so completely unexpected, so totally unfair!
Like most bullies, Elizabeth didn't understand how people could turn the tables and bully her. True, she had abused Katherine.
But, then, Katherine had deserved it.
And, more importantly, when she had tormented her younger sister, Elizabeth fully expected to get away with it.
She had been counting on two things.
First, the beautiful, womanly sixteen year old blond had counted on her younger sister's silence. She had thought Katherine too shy and too easily embarrassed to tell on her.
She never dreamed the young dark-haired girl would expose her to their father and tel what she had done.
But she had exposed her!
And, secondly, Elizabeth had counted on what she thought was their father's greater love for her, not Katherine.
But she had been wrong in that instance, too. Not just wrong, but seriously and irreversibly wrong!
Why, she wasn't her father's favorite at all!
No, she wasn't. Katherine was. It was now all too obvious.
And to make the beautiful blond's situation even worse than it actually was, she was reading her own judgement of things into the situation and making the whole thing much more bitter and terrible than it actually was.
Richard Shoemaker had no plans to punish Elizabeth further.
It hadn't even occurred to him.
But Elizabeth, being the bully she was, couldn't imagine any reaction but anger and revenge on his part.
Which was too bad.
Because if she had given it any thought at all, Elizabeth would have soon realized that she was actually free and clear; that no further punishment was in store for her, at least not punishment inflicted by her father.
After all, what had she done that would cause him to hurt her?
He had already kicked her around and knocked her out.
After that, he and his daughter Katherine discovered each other and fell immediatlely and desperately in love.
But Elizabeth had no way of knowing that.
Elizabeth had no way of knowing that, even as she stood naked and hesitating and bruised on Mrs. Williamson's porch, Katherine and her father were lost in the thrills of their love-making.
And lost they were.
After Elizabeth had run out of the bedroom crying, Katherine asked her father if he wouldn't fuck her ... in the front.
"In the front!" The innocence of that expression really turned big Mr. Shoemaker on!
"Of course I'll fuck you there," he had answered discreetely, deliberately using the word "there" instead of "cunt."
Elizabeth had no idea that her father then pulled his huge, hard, long, thick cock out of Katherine's asshole and slipped off the bed, walking to the sturdy chair in front of the bedroom desk.
He had sat down in it, his stiff hard-on pointing up to the ceiling, hitting against his hard, flat, muscular stomach.
"Come on over here, dear sweet little lover. I want to fuck you there while you sit on my lap."
Little Katherine jumped off the bed and raced over to her waiting father.
She could hardly wait to follow his wonderful instructions. She wanted to please him and do exactly as she was told.
She was wise enough to know that by doing so, she too would experience the most pleasure possible.
Yes, it's too bad Elizabeth didn't see how little Katherine gleefully sat on her father's knees, jacking him off with both hands while kissing him as passionately as she could.
It's too bad Elizabeth didn't see her father lift Katherine up off his knees with his strong arms and hold the young dark-haired girl directly over his huge, throbbing hard-on.
Too bad Elizabeth didn't see the way he slowly but surely lowered Katherine all the way onto his cock, stuffing her young moist, tight, wet pussy with his thrilling fourteen inches of tube steak!
And it's too bad Elizabeth didn't see how thrilled Katherine was, how she vibrated and trembled with pleasure; how she leaned forward and-even as her father pumped in and out, in and out of her tight pussy-licked his hard, sensitive nipples with her hot, wet tongue.
Yes, it was too bad!
Because if she had seen all that, and if she had read the situation correctly, she would have immediately realized that neither her father nor her sister had any seriously bad feelings about her.
They didn't.
Both the father and the young girl simply thought of Elizabeth as a bore and a bully whose company they would rather do without.
It was that simple.
But Elizabeth had twisted it all around in her own thinking.
Maybe it was all the Old Bushmill's she drank. Maybe it was the great feeling of guilt that was overwhelming her. Maybe it was the effect of the LSD that she had dropped just before stuffing her sister's holes full of huge rubber dildoes.
And now the silly bully of a girl was thinking that her father hated her and that if she went back home, he would start beating her again!
The thought of getting beaten in so cruel a fashion terrified her and gave her the courage to knock on Mrs. Williamson's door.
She waited for several minutes, shivering in the cool breeze that came waving in from the water of Moosehead Lake.
Anxious, Elizabeth looked through the windows of Mrs. Williamson's substantial house. There were no lights on.
But the redheaded woman with the boy's haircut had to be home!
After all, her visitors' cars were parked all over her driveway. And she could hear the stereo blaring out the songs of Janis Joplin.
She could hear muted voices and seemed to be hearing what she thought was the sound of many women laughing.
She knocked on the redwood door again, this time harder and longer.
That caused some kind of reaction in the closed, dark house.
The record player was turned down. There seemed to be a great deal of sudden movement within the walls of the elegant house.
And then she heard it. Footfalls were approaching the door she stood in front of. A latch was being undone. The doorknob was being turned.
"Elizabeth!" Mrs. Williamson cried in surprise!
"Oh, Mrs. Williamson," Elizabeth moaned, falling into the sturdy woman's arms.
Without asking any more questions, Mrs. Williamson half-led, half-carried the exhausted young blond girl through the darkened kitchen and into the living room.
It was lit only by a fireplace.
But the outlines of several women could be seen. They were sitting in couples and threesomes all around the place, half-hidden by shadows and the flickering fire.
It embarrassed Elizabeth greatly, and she tried to pull away from Mrs. Williamson and beat a hasty retreat.
But the big, powerful woman was having none of it!
"You're hysterical!" she told Elizabeth firmly, and she wrestled her to the loveseat nearest the fireplace.
Once there, she put her strong arms around the trembling girl and pulled her into her fleshy body.
All the while she talked, one or more of the women (she wasn't sure) brought her strong mixed drinks.
They stood by her side and in back and in front of her as she told them all about how she had decided to abuse Katherine and make the young, beautiful girl her slave.
Then she told them about the drugs and the dildoes and the unexpected arrival of their father and what he did to her, and then what he and Katherine were now doing.
The women seemed very interested and very sympathetic. Even as she talked, they began stroking Elizabeth's beautiful long hair.
Then many wonderfully soothing womens' hands starting massaging her beautiful body with a rich lotion that had been somehow heated to a soothing degree.
Elizabeth was floating off in a cloud of comfort and satisfaction. After all that she had done and after all that had happened to her, she suddenly felt secure and safe and loved.
Love?!
Elizabeth suddenly sat bolt upright!
The unseen women were doing more than massaging her!
They were making love to her!
The shock of it made Elizabeth feel sick with terror. She didn't want to be made love to by women, especially strange women she didn't know from Adam.
That she should have used Katherine was all right. That made sense. But they were using her! And that she didn't like at all!
In fact, she downright hated it!
She stood up in front of the plush loveseat she had been lounging in and shouted at them. Her magnificent sixteen year old body looked better than it ever did in the crimson glow of the flames in the fireplace.
If there had been more light in the room, the women and Mrs. Williamson could have seen that part of the red on Elizabeth's skin was due, not to the heat of the fireplace, but to her anger and sense of having been abused in a sneaky and underhanded manner!
"You filthy lesbians!" she screamed.
"Now see here!" Mrs. Williamson objected, getting to her feet. "I'll have no talk like that!"
"Well, they are filthy perverts, aren't they!" Elizabeth screamed again.
"They are my friends!" Mrs. Williamson shouted back, the anger in her voice rising as quickly as a fierce summer storm.
"Then you're a dirty lesbian, too!" Elizabeth shouted at the short-haired woman she had come running to for help.
"Yes! Yes, I am!" Mrs. Williams shouted back at her, grabbing Elizabeth by the arm and squeezing it.
God, she was as strong as Richard Shoemaker.
And she was twice as nasty when she was pushed to anger.
And Elizabeth had done more than merely push Mrs. Williamson to anger. She had pushed her to fury!
And to sexual passion!
"Let go of me, you creep!" Elizabeth moaned, but she couldn't free herself.
"Why don't you slap the silly little bitch in the mouth," a deep female voice suggested from out of the dark shadows.
"Yeah!" another woman agreed. "Slap her in the mouth and have her eat your pussy out!"
"No!" the deep-voiced woman objected! "Let me hit her for you! Then she can work on my cunt! I like 'em young!"
Suddenly, Katherine felt a hand with long fingernails reach inbetwen her legs from in back and grab her precious pussy!
At that same moment, Mrs. Williamson pulled the frightened bully of a girl into her arms and started kissing her passionately.
With a shock, Elizabeth realized for the first time that Mrs. Williamson was barely dressed.
She had on nothing but a sheer nightgown and beneath that there was no bra or girdle or panties.
How did she know about the panties?
Mrs. Williamson had forced Elizabeth's hand between her big tree-like legs and was making the girl work her fingers in and out, in and out of her big womanly cunt!
"Mmmmm," Mrs. Williamson groaned.
Some one else was in on it, too. They were kneeling down in back of Elizabeth and licking her asshole with a hot, wet tongue.
Elizabeth almost fainted with the tidal wave of sensations that were overwhelming her!
Talk about from out of the frying pan and into the fire!
The woman with the long fingernails was driving her pussy crazy! The juices had started flowing again, and the blond girl rocked back and forth between pleasure and pain as the sharp nails explored the innermost secrets of her pussy with relentless curiosity.
The woman kneeling behind her had stopped licking her outer asshole and was now shoving that hot, wet tongue deep into the puckered, but throbbing and thrilling opening.
Mrs. Williamson was almost breaking the young blond girl's wrist as she forced the girl to give pleasure to her drooling cunt.
The hot juices were pouring all over Elizabeth's hand and, as much as she long to, she could not work her hand free.
And with a thrill that was a strange combination of horror and anticipation, Elizabeth suddenly realized that the women were going to make love to her and have her make love to them ... whether or not she wanted to!
In short, Elizabeth suddenly realized that she was being raped.
The knowledge of what was happening to her gave Elizabeth a physical strength she hadn't fully used before.
She swung into action, using her fists and fingernails and knees as weapons against her captors.
But it was useless, it was hopeless!
All the women jumped on the struggling girl at the same time. They slapped her. They punched her. They kicked her. They pulled her hair out by the tuffs and handfuls!
The beat her into the ground, and even then they didn't stop, not until several of them kicked her as hard as they could for long, long minutes that seemed as if they would never end.
Finally, sobbing in terror and begging for mercy, Katherine said, "No more, please! No more! I'll do whatever you want me to!"
"You bet you will, you god-damned stuffy bitch!" Mrs. Williamson shouted, reaching down and grabbing Elizabeth by the wrist.
She twisted it hard and forced the weeping girl to her feet. Then she pulled Elizabeth's arm around her back and shoved the wrist up toward the blond girl's head as far as it would go.
The pain was incredible, more than can be realistically described.
"Please!" Elizabeth begged, and meant it.
"That's right! 'Please! That's just what you're going to do: Please! First you're going to please me. Then you're going to please my friends! And just you remember, Elizabeth! When it's all over and done with, it's your own fault! You asked for it!"
And with that, Mrs. Williamson dragged and kicked the sobbing girl into her bedroom. The big woman slammed the door behind her. When she locked it, the fun really began!
