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Subject: STORY: They Really Deserved It... (MFmf, bon, rape, humil)
Date: 12 Jan 1997 18:57:12 GMT
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They Really Deserved It



   I am not normally a violent or sinister man. In fact, most people know
me
as a fun-loving, caring person. But there are times when an even-tempered
and
calm person can pushed over the edge. One such time was last summer, when
two
punk teenagers worked on my last nerve until the inevitable boil over.
   Sam and Emmy were two spoiled adolescents, neither paying any attention
to
their parents and neither maintaining passing grades in high school. Their
parents came to me and asked if I would bring them to my country estate
where
my beautiful girlfriend, Lynn and I spend our summers. The plan was to put
them to work on the estate, toughening them up and, in the process,
teaching
them a little about responsibility and respect. Since the estate was
secluded
in the middle of a national forest, we weren't concerned with them trying
to
leave.
   In the early weeks of June, Sam and Emmy hung their heads like
misbehaving
puppies and performed menial tasks around the grounds. I put them to
trimming
hedges and mowing the lawns and Lynn had them doing chores around the
house,
such as cooking, cleaning and doing laundry. As a reward for behaving
well, if
not enthusiastically, during that first month, I planned a barbecue for
the
Fourth of July. 
   The day dawned warm with the promise of a blistering afternoon. I
allowed
the catering company that I had hired - from a town nearly one hundred
miles
away - to place all of the decorations and trays overflowing with food all
around the great lawn and in the back of the house by the pool. When they
were
finished I excused them and sent them on their way. Lynn came out of the
cabana to take an early dip in the cool blue waters of the heart-shaped
swimming pool wearing only the bottom half of her bikini. Normally, when
we
were alone, she swam nude, but in deference to the eighteen-year-old Sam
and
his sixteen-year-old sibling she wore the mostly immodest swimsuit. Even
so,
when Sam caught a glimpse of Lynn's breasts, dripping water as she climbed
to
the top of the diving board, the tent that his erection caused in his
shorts
was on lewd display for all to see. 
   Emmy, seeing Lynn's outfit and not wanting to feel out of place,
removed
the top of her suit and allowed her budding breasts to feel the warming
rays
of the sun for the first time in her young life. I whistled approvingly
causing Emmy to blush and Sam to give me a dirty look. At the first
opportunity I took Sam on the side and told him that if he could look at
Lynn
and pop a hard-on then he had no business telling me how to behave around
his
little sister. With a sullen nod of his head, Sam returned to the pool.
The
rest of that day was a breast-fest. I thoroughly enjoyed watching my
delicious
Lynn bouncing around the pool and Emmy doing her best to act grown up and
casual about her partial nudity. 
  That night, Lynn and I fucked loud and long, each teasing the other
about
the young, tight bodies of our house guests. I asked Lynn if she wanted to
wrap her lips around Sam's obviously large cock and feel his strong arms
around her back as he fucked her mercilessly. Lynn countered by asking if
I'd
like to suck Em's pert little tits with their pretty pink nipples. We were
both raw long before we were satisfied.
   The next month passed with little incident. More and more often,
however,
both Sam and his sister performed their chores wearing just shorts. Sam's
muscled chest grew more bronzed by the day. His arms filled out nicely and
he
seemed to finally accept that he had to perform as Lynn and I decreed or
he
would be worked even harder. Em, on the other hand, was becoming more
provocative and sexual by the day.
   After the outdoor work was finished for the day, Em took to changing
out of
her shorts and parading around the house wearing just a bikini bottom or
panties. Lynn thought it was cute that Emmy seemed to be trying to catch
my
eye. Em would sit at my feet at night pretending to read a book while at
the
same time taking every opportunity to position her panty covered pussy in
my
direction. More than once I noticed wet spots on the tiny nylon panties
and as
the evenings wore on the wet area always got larger and larger. 
   One night near the end of July, right after Lynn had fucked my brains
out,
I got out of bed to relieve my bladder. I opened my bedroom door and got
the
surprise of my life. Emmy and Sam were right outside the door! Apparently
they
had been listening in on our sex and worse than that they each had their
diaries in their hands. I confiscated both little books, smacked each of
them
across the face and screamed at them to go to bed. I would deal with them
in
the morning.
   When I got back to the bedroom, Lynn and I examined the diaries. It
seemed
that our two little misfits had been spying on us for the last three
weeks,
each fantasizing about playing sex games with us. Sam's most earnest
desire,
it seemed, was to spill his seed on my Lynn's face and rub it on her lips
and
tits.
   Em, whose imagination was much more vivid, had concocted various
scenarios
where, in some romantic setting, I would take her virginity, usually with
an
abundance of romance, tenderness and gentleness but never any pain or
blood.
   Lynn and I talked long into the night and came upon a plan. We could
not
send these kids back home disobedient or disrespectful, but we also felt
that
their sexual education should be handled by people that knew sex. Us!
   With that thought in mind, we happily fell asleep.
                                    
                                    
                                 ******


   In the morning I went out to the workshop and began work on the devices
I
would need for the education of Sam and Emmy. Lynn put them to work to
keep
them out of my way. All morning long I worked with my tools constructing
the
implements of Emmy's wished-for and too-long-awaited deflowering. Upon the
completion of the construction I took a break for lunch. 
   Lynn had Emmy serve lunch naked and although this was intended as a
punishment, Emmy seemed to enjoy prancing around in front of me and her
brother. She even seemed to like the discomfort Sam showed when I pinched
her
nipples. Lynn, whose eye for things like this was always better than mine,
noticed that, for all of Sam's reluctance, his cock was rock hard.
   Not to allow an opportunity like this to pass, Lynn told him to stand
in
the middle of the room and show us all his cock. He was obviously
embarrassed,
but equally afraid that I would take out my wrath on him and his sister so
he
complied with Lynn's directions. She had him stand with his back to us,
spread
his legs and bend over fully. His cock and balls dangled lewdly just below
his
asshole. Lynn and I enjoyed his torment and even Em stole a few glances at
these parts of her brother that she had never seen before. We made him
stand
that way while the rest of us finished our meal.
   After lunch, I once again went to the workshop. The things I had in
mind
for Sam required much sturdier construction. He was a strong young man and
I
intended to push him past the limits of his endurance. By eight o'clock
that
night I was ready for them. I called Lynn to my side and together we
summoned
the misbehaved guests.
   I wanted Sam and Emmy to understand just how mad they had made Lynn and
me.
I also wanted them to know just how painful further disobedience would be
for
them. This time Lynn made them strip each other. For a while I thought Sam
would object to baring his little sister's cunt, ass and tits to me but
the
look of violence in Lynn's eyes told him he could not afford to fuck up.
He
quickly, but shamefully, unveiled Em's taut, tight, virginal body to us. 
   Em, on the other hand, still seemed to think that we were all engaged
in
some kind of game. She bared her brother with a casual ease and even made
a
joke about him having yet another hard-on. Lynn handcuffed each of them
behind
their backs and attached the handcuffs to ropes that ran up to pulleys in
the
ceiling. I pulled each of the ropes, forcing my captives to bend forward
at
the waist to relieve some of the pressure on their arms and shoulders. 
   A lovely sight we had created: two young people spread wide before us.
One
a strong young man with muscled buttocks, a large, hard cock and
come-filled
balls. The other was soft, roundly female, ripe, wet and eager to feel a
man
inside her cunt. We left them in that position while Lynn and I ate our
evening meal.
   After dinner, Lynn went to our bedroom and got the whip that we had
played
with in the past. She made Emmy kiss it then used it on Sam's bare ass. It
was
at this point, while listening to Sam scream in pain, that Em finally
realized
her own predicament. She began to cry, begging Lynn to show her brother
some
mercy. Lynn, of course, only beat Sam's red butt more savagely. When her
arm
started to tire from its exertion, Lynn finally paused. Sam hung limply
from
his bonds, tears streaming down one set of his cheeks and bright red welts
covering the other set. Lynn wanted me to use the same instrument on Emmy,
but
I always preferred to discipline my women bare-handed.
   I stepped up behind Em, running my hands over her round firm ass. I
made
sure to slip my fingers into her untouched, but extremely wet pussy. I
invaded
her roughly with my fingers, discovering that indeed she was a virgin. I
paid
no attention at all to her clit, feeling that any pleasure she received
from
this punishment would only take away from the importance of the lesson.
With
my bare hand I began to spank her very hard. She bucked and moaned and
begged
for forgiveness but none was to be found. Sam cried out for his sister's
torment, but again, just like when it was his turn, his cries only caused
me
to redouble my efforts to blister Emmy's rear end. 
   After ten minutes of this rear assault Emmy fainted. Lynn revived her
with
some smelling salts that we had handy for just this eventuality and we cut
them down. Their hands were still cuffed behind them and they made a sorry
sight. Both of them tried to massage some life back into their asses with
bound wrists. It was almost comical watching them: Sam's huge hard-on and
Emmy's little tits bouncing around as they endeavored to bring some relief
to
their tortured butts.
   Lovingly, Lynn explained to them that we had decided to educate them in
the
fine arts of pleasure and pain. Further, she told them that all future
signs
of disobedience from either of them would be met with similar beatings. We
removed the cuffs and sent them off to bed, instructing them not to touch
their sex parts until further notice.
   Precisely ten minutes later, as Lynn had predicted, they were both
masturbating furiously in their respective bedrooms (we had installed
peepholes in the walls for watching our friends fuck when they slept
over). On
cue, Lynn burst into Sam's room just in time to see the last jets of his
come
land on his belly. At the same time I crashed in on Em, finding her with
her
right hand stuffed into her cunt and her left hand pinching her nipples.
Earlier, while waiting at the peepholes we had decided to pretend kindness
and
take up the punishment in the morning, so Lynn lapped up Sam's sperm from
his
smooth, flat, well-tanned belly and kissed him good night. I, for my part,
wanted to continue beating Em, watching her squirm under the kiss of pain,
but
I had promised Lynn so instead I played with her budding clitoris until
she
came, kissed her good night and went to my bedroom to fuck the daylights
out
of Lynn.
   After breakfast the next morning (a meal for which neither Emmy nor Sam
wanted to sit. I wonder why!), I herded them to my work shop. Against the
wall
stood a large sheet of thick plywood studded with holes. I made Sam stand
with
his back to the board and had Emmy lash him tightly to it. She wove a long
piece of rope around his left wrist then through a hole, out of another
hole
back around his forearm and again through a hole. She continued binding
him
until he had five loops on each arm, ten on each leg, and nearly twenty
around
his chest, stomach and hips. He was most securely fastened to the board,
his
once-again erect cock jutting out like a coat hook. Lynn knelt in front of
him
and began to suck on that piece of male flesh and Em turned away. A quick
slap
on the face informed her that I wanted her to witness the spectacle, so
she
returned her eyes to where Sam's cock was sliding down Lynn's velvety
throat.
Just before his eruption Lynn removed her tongue and lips from him and
watched
him squirm and try to find her mouth again. He begged for some relief and
was
answered with a hard smack across the mouth. Lynn stepped back and
surveyed
her handiwork: a tied-up Sam complete with a huge hard prick and a trickle
of
blood dripping from the split lip where Lynn had slapped him. I could see
that
she was pleased with herself. 
   I lowered the board with Sam on it onto the floor. Grabbing a handful
of
Em's hair, I pushed her over to the board. I had her straddle Sam's head
with
her knees so that her virgin cunt was merely inches from Sam's unbelieving
eyes. Then I had her bend forward so that her breasts were touching Sam's
belly and her eyes were inches from his cock. Lynn and I secured Emmy in
that
position and left them like that for an hour. When we returned from a
quick
fuck, Em and Sam hadn't budged. Of course they hadn't, they couldn't move
a
muscle.
   They were some sight. Any two others, lovers or otherwise would have
already devoured the juicy genitals that were displayed mere inches from
their
lips. But these two were brother and sister and society's taboos prevented
them from acting in that manner. Still, Sam's cock hadn't softened at all
and
Emmy's pussy juice had dripped down her thighs and spilled onto Sam's
chin. My
moment had arrived.
   With Sam still only a tongue away from his sister's virginal hole, I
prepared for her deflowering. Lynn undressed me, worked my cock until it
was
extra big and hard than turned me loose on Emmy.
   I could have been gentle. I could have used all of the technique that
Lynn
has taught me over the years. I could have taken into account Little Em's
feelings. But I didn't. In one enormous thrust, I took her. She gasped as
her
cherry popped and Sam started to scream. Lynn shut him up by crunching his
balls in her fist.
   I pounded my cock into Emmy until the blood from her newly pierced
maidenhead flowed out of her cunt and dripped off of my balls onto Sam's
face.
But once was not enough for me. Emmy had another hole that had never felt
a
cock, so using her own blood for lubrication I also fucked her asshole,
leaving my come deep in her bowels. I, however, was not finished with
Emmy.
Her education required that she be totally crushed. I needed to break her
spirit and shame her totally. And I knew exactly how to do it.
   With one motion Lynn positioned herself at Sam's large sex organ. She
covered it in baby oil and began to pump him furiously. Moments later
great
pulses of teen semen shot out of the red tip and splashed all over Em's
face.
Her humiliation was complete.
   For an hour Lynn and I left them in that state: Em's virginal blood on
her
cunt and asshole, as well as on Sam's face and Sam's drying come all over
Emmy's face.
   We untied them and allowed them to go to sleep.
   The next day was Sam's turn to lose his innocence. Once again, he was
tied
up by his sister, this time facing the board which was standing up now,
his
dick jutting through one of the larger holes in the board. His ripe ass
was
proudly and defiantly on display. Lynn rubbed it with her bare breasts,
coaxing a larger hard-on than we had ever seen on Sam. She dipped a finger
into her own soaked pussy and used the moisture to ease her finger's
passage
into Sam's butt. After widening the opening, she reached for Peter, her
long
time dildo companion. Into Sam's ass it went.
   Without regard for his pain or pleasure, Lynn pummelled his ass. She
broke
his spirit but not his hard-on. Again and again, she rammed the artificial
cock up Sam's rectum, enjoying the pain evidenced on his face. When she
tired
of this anal assault, she poised herself in front of his dripping cock.
Bending over at the waist, she backed herself onto his swollen member. She
rode him this way until the thick spurts of his come lined to walls of her
pussy.


                                 ******


   As the summer wore on, Lynn and I fucked each of them as often as we
wanted. Sometimes gently and with a large dose of kindness and tenderness.
Other times with equally large doses of pain and humiliation.
   Lynn's cunt was usually filled with come, either mine or Sam's and
Emmy's
pussy always had a "VACANCY" sign over it for my cock.
   At the end of the summer, I decided to throw a 'coming' out party for
the
two of them. Again, I called the caterer and had the villa set up in a
most
luxurious fashion. This time, however, I invited ten couples to witness
and
participate in the festivities. 
   When the big day arrived, I positioned my two captives on a specially
built
stage I had created. Each of their sex organs was on display, but their
faces
were covered behind a wooden panel. Sam's cock, balls and torso was
visible
and Emmy was on her knees with just her ass and cunt on display. The two
of
them served as conversation pieces for my guests and as the day progressed
they were fondled mercilessly.
   The main event of the party occured at midnight. Sam's cock was sprayed
with a desensitizing spray to keep him from coming and the women at the
party
all took a turn riding his manhood until they came. Ten women all had
their
way with Sam, shamelessly fucking themselves on his massive stalk. Each
was
egged on by the crowd and some played with their own clits in front of the
audience. Eventually they all came. Sam was untied and ordered to
masturbate
for the assembled crowd. When he came, the frothy jets of come flew many
feet
through the air. He was then tied up to watch the final act.
   Eleven men, including myself, lined up behind Emmy. Her open pussy
invited
all comers to enjoy themselves. One by one, each hard and horny male
invaded
her soaked womanhood. Some came quickly, spilling their seed in or on her
pussy or ass. Some of the men who were particularly proud of their
virility,
pulled out of her at the moment of coming and splashed their loads all
over
her back. Eleven men later, Emmy was awash in male juices. There was
enough
sperm on her to populate an entire country. She looked too good to be
true.
   I sat behind her and rubbed the glorious come into her skin. There was
enough to cover every exposed part of her. After making sure that all of
her
sufficiently drenched by male essence, I began to remove her from her
bonds.
   I should have known by the way that her ass swayed while eleven men
were
fucking her. I should have known by the way her skin drank up all the come
that was splashed on her. I should have known by the way that her pussy
invited all comers to fuck it. But I didn't.
   Behind the wooden panel that covered her face was not Emmy. It was my
lovely, warm, wet, willing, sensuous, tasty Lynn. God, I love her.