From werehot4u2@aol.com Sun Jan 12 13:57:12 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!news.he.net!news.dra.com!news-xfer.netaxs.com!feed1.news.erols.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!portc02.blue.aol.com!newstf02.news.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: werehot4u2@aol.com (Werehot4u2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: They Really Deserved It... (MFmf, bon, rape, humil) Date: 12 Jan 1997 18:57:12 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 448 Message-ID: <19970112185500.NAA29689@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com 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.