I wasn't looking forward to going home.  Don't get me wrong, 
I love my fiance (she's just as warped as I am)., it's just that 
ever since her sister moved in with us, our lives have been a 
living hell.  She is the biggest bitch I've ever, ever had to 
deal with, a true hapa princess, sweet sixteen and as sour, 
sarcastic, and foul as any girl or woman I've met.  Her 
mother and father, while treating my fiance like the 
proverbial worthless daughter they wished they had killed 
at birth, gave her sister everything, and allowed her 
everything.  It was also unfortunate that she was so 
stunningly beautiful, or else her peers might have taken her 
down a notch or two.  As it was, they worshipped her.
	Let me just conclude that she was demanding, 
petulant, cruel, and an expert at certain mind-games.  In 
other words, my fiance and I were always on the defensive, a 
mentally and physically draining experience.  If it were not 
for my fiance's belief in taking care of family (her sister 
had stormed out on her parents after learning they were 
divorcing), I would have sent her packing months ago.
	So when I opened the door to our apartment I was 
thinking "six months and counting" as I dragged my weary 
body into the living room.
	"Hello?  Tasha?"  I called out, not seeing my fiance.
	"In the bedroom," she answered, and I was surprised 
I didn't see, or hear, Tammy, the terror.
	I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag in the 
entryway before stepping out onto the rich ivory carpet of 
the living room, gazing longingly at the white leather couch 
which sat against the wall.  I perked up a little as I made my 
way between the entertainment center and the coffee table--
a very tasteful choice by Tasha--thinking that maybe 
Tammy was gone, and we could take advantage of the alone 
time--it had been over three months.
	I stopped in shock as I opened the door to the 
bedroom.  Sitting there, unwillingly, on our bed, a queen 
sized jewel with a hunter green comforter that seemed to 
shine in the light, was Tammy, her dark, asian eyes 
widening in surprise and horror as she saw me, a bleep 
coming from behind the tape covering her mouth, tape which 
bulged with a large ball gag streching her jaws wide.
	I glanced quickly over to my fiance, who was 
slumped in one of the two straight-backed wooden chairs we 
had set in the corner, one leg hanging over the leg of it.  She 
merely smiled at me and nodded toward her sister.
	I looked back at the little horror, seeing her sitting 
there on her heels, her thighes spread wide, noticing the 
complete bondage for the first time.  Around her throat was 
a black leather collar about three inches wide, and I 
recognized it as the one supporting four metal loops for 
attaching various ties.  A thin rope ran from the right side 
of the collar to wrap around one of the overhead beams of the 
ceiling (we have a very nice apartment), forcing Tammy's 
head to tilt to the left.  Her long, blue-black hair, shining in 
the soft light of our lamp, was pulled away from her face and 
tied together at just below her neck by a large, blue bow, 
before spilling down to gently brush the bed.
	I stepped around behind her, finding myself 
becoming increasingly aroused as she squirmed on the bed, 
plaintive grunting sounds coming from her throat.  Through 
the thin gauze of her hair, I saw that her wrists were bound 
cunningly behind her and lifted up to the small of her back, 
a loop of rope attaching to one of the loops in her collar.  
Tasha had outdone herself.
	Her skirt, a light navy blue with pleats, was 
arranged so it fanned out beneath her, covering halfway 
down her truly gorgeous thighs and covering her feet 
completely.  I did notice, however, a thin cord running along 
the bed from beneath the back of her skirt to be tied to the 
base of the headboard, a beautiful piece of light wood 
furnature decorated with carvings of mermaids sitting on 
rocks amid the ocean.  If I knew my fiance at all, Tammy's 
large toes were tied together beneath her, and any pulling 
forward would cause her biting pain in her toes.
	Tasha had dressed her in a navy blouse--I don't 
know where she got it--complete with a light blue tie.  Her 
breasts, B's looking large on such a slender girl, pressed 
provocatively to either side of the tie, and the thin white 
blouse fell to cover the waistband of her pleated blue skirt.  
Her skirt was laid out in a circle around her bound form, 
half covering her thighs, a rich light brown, dipping 
slightly between them as they were pulled wide by ropes 
looped around her knees.  Looped twice just below her bent 
kneecap, each rope was attached to the wooden frame of the 
bed, keeping her thighs wide apart, ready, I was sure, for 
whatever perverted pleasure I could devise for myself, and 
my fiance's sister.
	"The bow's a nice touch," I said as I sat down next to 
my nearly sister-in-law.
	"Thanks," she responded, not moving as I reached for 
Tammy's tie, pinching the knot between my fingers, seeing 
fear rise in her beautiful eyes as I began working the knot 
loose.  It was then I noticed a rope attached to the front loop 
of the collar, and I smiled inwardly.  She began twisting and 
squirming in her bonds, her grunts coming more frequent 
and loader as I pulled the knot about halfway down the tie 
and began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling the warmth of her 
neck as I popped the top button free.  I unhooked the next 
button, exposing even more of her soft, warm flesh.  I ran my 
the back of my hand across her upper chest, avoiding the 
rope which split it in two, enjoying the feel of her taunt, 
youthful, skin, ignoring her squirming and bleating as I 
unbuttoned the third button.
	Tammy had her eyes closed and tears began flowing 
down her cheeks, occasional sobs wracking her body, as I 
finished opening her blouse, exposing her young, bound 
breasts--my fiance's handywork--and her firm, flat, narrow 
stomach.  My fiance had outdone herself.  From what I could 
see she had accomplished this masterpiece with one length 
of rope, rope which I could tell was somewhat abrasive, and 
would definately leave marks.  One loop went around her 
waist, pulling at the skin with its tightness, and supported 
a strand which ran down beneath her skirt and one which 
ran up between her breasts, where it knotted and went up to 
attach to her collar.  From the knot between her breast four 
loops streched out, above and below each breast, digging 
deep into the tender skin, squeezing her tits, making them 
bulge out before running around her back.
	I couldn't help myself as I ran my hands over her 
twin mounds--I had always fantasized about taking a young 
girl against her will, about binding her and forcing her to 
scream her lungs out in pain and pleasure--I just never 
thought it would be my fiance's sister.  My cock was 
throbbing in my pants as I leaned close to her and 
whispered in her ear.
	"You deserve this, you fucking little cunt.  You 
deserve every single thing I'm about to do to your body.  
This is your commupance."
	With that I reached over to the nightstand beside our 
bed and slid two of the clothespins Tasha had placed there, 
I'm sure, for just the use I intended them.  I leaned down 
and carefully, holding her still as she tried to jerk her 
breasts away, placed my mouth over her nipple, softly 
sucking on it, my mouth taken with the wonderful flavor of 
her skin.  It was like warm flan, smooth and creamy and 
fresh as I slid her nub across my lips and tongue.  As her 
nipple hardened I ran the tip of my tongue along the side of 
her nipple, feeling the little ridges tighten as I teased her 
young flesh, exploring every nook and crany of her small 
pink nub.
	I pulled reluctantly away and looked into her face, 
seeing tears still streaking her beautiful cheeks as she 
breathed heavily through her nose, her eyes closed tight, 
her long lashes gorgeous on her face.  I gripped her breast 
in my hand and waited until she opened her eyes  before I 
opened one of the clothespins I had taken.  I noticed that my 
fiance had chosen the cruel ones, the ones which had had 
their pinching ends filed into three teeth to apply the 
pressure over a small surface area.  Tammy shook her head 
back and forth, shaking, pleading with me with her eyes, as 
I slowly closed the gripping end over her tender nipple.  
Her whole body tensed as I let the pin snap shut, and a 
gurgling yell came from behind her gag.  I sat back a little 
as I watched her shake in pain, my cock throbbing as her 
breast swayed back and forth in its bondage, the clothespin 
standing straight out from her body, the small bolt which 
could have decreased the pressure loose between the arms of 
the pin.
	I worked the same magic on her other breast, taking 
my time, prolonging this for as long as I could, for I knew 
the mental torture was as bad as, if not worse, than the 
physical.  When I finished I stood up and began removing 
my clothes, feeling her eyes, scared and filled with shame, 
watching as I exposed my nudity to her, my cock standing 
out and up, hard from the thought of what lay in store for 
her.
	I got on my knees on the end of the bed and began to 
slide on my stomach toward her, my eyes on the small piece 
of fabric laying over her thighs.  My head was between her 
knees and I heard her whimper, and a saw a flash as my 
fiance snapped a photo--I didn't know if that was such a 
good idea, I mean, I was raping an underaged girl, after all.  
It didn't matter though as I stroked her knees and thighs 
with my hands, nuzzling up against the smooth, young flesh 
of my captive, withholding the moment when I would lift her 
skirt and push my face against her (I guessed) virgin box.  
Finally her trembling and whimpering got the best of me 
and I slipped my head under her skirt, somewhat surprised 
as I noticed the four loops of ropes around both of her 
thighs, tying them immovably to her calves--Tasha thought 
of everything.
	I nuzzled the smooth flesh bulging between her 
center and the rope, running my tongue teasingly over her 
soft flesh, feeling her jerk in her bonds as I slipped from 
thigh to thigh, my breath hot against her sex.  Finally I 
tired of playing and scooted closer until my nose rested 
against her sparse pubic hair, just to the side of the rope 
which split her cunt and ran up her ass crack.  I followed 
the rope lightly with my tongue, feeling her lips swollen 
and abraided by the coarseness of the rope, knowing that it 
would only make her more sensitive to my caresses.  The 
rope knotted just where it pressed above her clitorus, and 
twice again in the folds of her labia, and, if I knew my lover, 
another knot was pressing insistently against her anus.
	I moved my hands to the top of her thighs, above the 
ropes keeping her thighs pinned to her calves, feeling her 
muscles tensing and jerking as I began to gently run my 
pouted lips along the outside of her labia, making sure her 
skirt was covering my head.  I inhaled deeply, drawing the 
sharp tanginess of her sex into my nostrils.  Every time my 
tongue darted out to taste the clean sweetness of her cunt 
she jumped, making me more and more excited.  I continued 
with my tongue, working along either side of the rope 
splitting her in two, slowly teasing her, slowly savoring the 
clean, tangy, slightly sweet, like a chinese pastry, taste of 
her sex, my nose tickled by her hairs.
	I was rewarded some time later, I do not know how 
long, by at first a slight dampening of her sex, the taste of 
her growing stronger and sweeter.  I used my nose to push 
the knot over her clit to one side, feeling her jerk and cry 
out as it mauled her sensitive flesh, and jerk again as I 
flicked her nub with my tongue, feeling her thighs tense 
around me as I carefully pressed the flat of my tongue 
against the side of her clit.  I worked my tongue around 
slowly, feeling her juiced begin to flow more freely, begin to 
slide down my chin and be smeared against  her inner 
thighs as I now flicked the tip of my tongue up and down her 
hardening clit.
	She jerked again and cried out as I pushed the knot 
across her clit, her now more sensitized flesh screaming as 
the course rope dragged across it, to be quickly replaced by 
a muffled gasp as my lips and tongue began working her clit 
again, every once in a while dipping down to smear my face 
in the copious juices streaming from her cunt.  Back and 
forth I ran the knot across her clit as she left a puddle from 
her sex soaking the comforter beneath her, and I thought 
about the myriad ways I could punish her for leaving such a 
mess, my cock throbbing in time to my thoughts and her 
arousal.  I could feel her approach orgasm through the way 
she tensed her thighs and tried to thrust her groin into my 
face, and each time held her back--she was going to come 
when I wanted her to come, with my cock buried deep in her 
sluttish cunt pounding her brains out as she screamed in 
orgasm.
	I brought her as close to orgasm as I dared and then 
stopped, pulling my head sharply from between her legs and 
grabbing the thin blade Tasha had left on the nightstand for 
me sometime while I was busy bringing her sister to a peak 
of lust.  I watched the little slut, her eyes closed, her face 
flushed with lust, her lashes laying long against her cheeks, 
her hips grinding slowly against the rope as she sought to 
complete the pleasure my tongue had born in her.  With one 
quick, easy motion I reached behind her and cut the rope 
which was covering the pussy and ass from the rope around 
her waist, pulling it slowly up the front of her skirt, seeing 
her eyes snap open as it dragged agonizingly across her 
super-sensitive flesh, listening to her high pitched 
grunting as she tried to jerk her hips away from the torture, 
knowing that this pain would only increase her pleasure 
once I was inside her.
	When I had pulled the rope out, I cut it from the 
front and threw it to one side--my cock was near exploding, 
and my lust knew no bounds; I had to be inside her, and I 
had to be inside her know.  I slide my body beneath her, 
lifting her slightly until her hips rested on mine and her 
feet between my thighs.  The added strain this put on her 
body from the bondage caused her to wince, but gasp blew 
from her nostrils as I plunged my cock into her slick cunt.  
My own thighs were already covered with her juices, and yet 
I could not press all the way into her, she was so tight.
	I thrust up again, and felt my cock slide past her 
tight ring of muscles and slip all the way into her pussy, 
her groin pressing against mine.  I had to hold her there as 
she gasped and whimpered on the end of my cock, the velvity 
walls of her cunt almost too much for me.  I held her still, 
her skirt still covering the lewd, obscene act I was 
performing on her unwilling body, until she quieted, her 
body still shaking, but her breathing evening and her 
whimpering quieting.  She was a sight, her breasts heaving, 
the clothespins swaying on the end of her nipples, her body 
encircled by rope, her mouth and chin covered by tape, 
bulging with a ball gag, her long hair, held together by the 
large blue bow, spread to her side as her head leaned that 
way, her eyes tightly shut as flashes of passion and pain 
flashed across her young, beautiful, hapa face..
	My hands slipped under her skirt and I pressed my 
thumbs against her clit as I began to slide my hips back and 
forth and around, rodding her cunt out as she threw back 
her head and grunted as my thumbs began massaging the 
meat around her clit, squeezing it gently between them.  I 
worked her like that, feeling my own body begin to tingle as 
I teased myself inside her incredibly tight sheath, 
prolonging my own pleasure and keeping her from hers.  She 
was breathing hard and fast now, trying to thrust her groin 
against my thumbs, her juices making both our lower bodies 
slick and cool.
	I couldn't take it any more, and pulled out and 
dragged myself from under her.  She moaned in frustrated 
pleasure as I sliced the rope holding her up as high as I 
could reach and pushed her onto her back, her calves still 
folded under her and her thighs still spread wide.  I flipped 
up her skirt and pressed my cock against her cunt, holding 
it there while I looked into her eyes, eyes clouded with 
pleasure and lust.  I tore off her gag and roughly pulled the 
ball out of her mouth, causing her to cry out in pain.
	"Say it," I commanded, my lips inches above hers, 
my eyes locked on her own.
	"Uh," she moaned as I slid my cock across her slit, 
bucking her hips against mine, trying to impale herself.
	"Say it, cunt, say it."
	"Fuck..." she whined, turning her head away from 
me.  I gripped her chin and forced it back, feeling her body 
so slight, so small, so slender, under mine.
	"Say it you little bitch!"
	"Fuck me!" she gasped out, and I didn't wait.  I 
slammed into her, her slender form arching as a half-scream 
half-moan escaped her lips.  I grabbed her hair and pressed 
my lips brutally against her, jackknifing my cock in and out 
of her teenaged pussy as I drove my tongue into her oral 
cavity.
	She tasted so sweet, and my whole body began to 
tingle, from the tips of my toes to my lips as I drove into 
her, shaking her lithe body with each thrust, feeling like I 
was possession her, engulfing her, making her mine.
	She screamed into my mouth, her body as taunt as a 
spring and shaking like a leaf, and I felt warm liquid gush 
against my groin and thighs, splattering everywhere, before 
a short blackness covered my vision and pleasure bubbled 
up from my cock to spew into her depths.
	I held her tight, liplocked, for long minutes, until I 
felt her body stop shaking, and then held her longer before 
pulling my softening cock from her and rolling onto my 
knees beside the bed.
	"She's a right straight little slut, isn't she?" I heard 
my fiance comment acidly.
	I lifted myself up onto the side of the bed, "You 
might say that.  She certainly blew her stack like 
gangbusters."
	"She made a mess, ejaculating everywhere," she said 
as she stood up, a disgusted expression crinkling her 
smooth face, a poloroid dangling from her hand.  She walked 
over to where her sister was lying, gasping in great breaths 
through her mouth, her eyes half lidded as she came down 
from her orgasmic high.
	"Who told you you could make a mess of my bed," my 
fiance spat, gripping her sister by the hair and shoving her 
ball gag back into her mouth.  "You little bitch, I'm really 
going to have to punish you now."
	Tammy struggled weakly as Tasha manhandled her, 
untying the rope which had bound her only to retie her as I 
sat back in a high-backed lounge chair, my cock sluggishly 
stiffening as what my fiance had planned for her sister and 
me began to come clear.