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Subject: Sister Sue (Part 2,2) (BDSM,mmm,mf,ws,scat)
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This fictional story contains graphical sexual/kinky/disturbing situations.
Some parts deal with incest, animals, scat and torture. DO NOT READ if you are
a minor or reading it would violate any law in the state/country where you
reside. Do not distribute or post this story without the author's permission
(which he usually gives). Please email author with any criticism (good or bad).
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Sister Sue (Part 2,2)

"Look at his bloodied face Greg! Mom must have really beat him good!"

"Don't be an idiot Rick! That's mom's pussy blood. Look at the used tampon over
there."

As both boys turned towards the bed I made a quick dash to get out the door.
Greg saw me and gave a swift kick to my stomach. I fell over in pain.

"Looks like our little sissy wants to play! And I've got just the costume."

Picking up the damp catsuit, Greg tossed it at me. Once Again I smealt the odor
of sex, sweat and piss. 

"Put it on you sissy faggot, before I crush what's left of your puny dick."

I reluctantly started to get into the suit. Sitting on the floor, my feet and
legs slid into the damp lacy material. I tried to pass my cock and balls
through the crotch opening but it was down too low.

"Forget about your cock faggot. Lay it flat against your stomach and pull the
suit up."

I did as ordered and soon found myself encased in the black lace prison. I
could see both boys' penises harden as Greg moved over to the bed. Grabbing me,
Rick pulled me up and forced me down over Greg's lap. My ass jutted high in the
air. With my head upside down I spied Rick take two thick hairbrushes from the
dresser. As both boys positioned themselves, they started to beat my upturned
ass. The thin material gave no comfort from the stinging blows. I cried like a
baby as the brushes continued to fall. My cheeks felt on fire as the loud
"smacks" mixed with my cries. Finally, resting their arms, the blows stopped.

"I think our little sissy needs to be more of a woman", Greg chuckled. "Rick,
bring over mom's shoes."

Rick retrieved the high-heels. Still bent over Greg's lap, he tried to put them
on my feet, but they kept falling off. "Shit! His feet are tinier than a
women's", shouted Rick. "Go over and get a pair of Sues training shoes. In the
meantime I have a better idea for mom's shoe." While Rick rummaged through
Sue's closet, I felt a sharp sting on my ass. Greg was using Irene's shoe to
continue beating my sore bottom. Through my tears I could see Rick returning
with another pair of high-heels. Holding them up to my face, he whispered, "see
these straps. They can be locked on. You won't be getting out of these anytime
soon sissy boy." Besides the lock, the shoes were very small with a long spiked
heel. I couldn't imagine how my toes would fit in. Rick went behind me and
grabbed my foot. Pushing with all his might he crammed my toes into the tight
opening. I howled as my foot arched trying to fit in. Greg ordered me to
shut-up, or else I'd be really sorry. Finally Rick worked the heel in and
started on the other foot. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. Once
done, Greg stopped his paddling and stood me up. I immediately fell over,
sobbing, onto the floor. Greg turned angrily to Rick.

"You didn't lock them off shit-head! How is he supposed to keep them on? Bring
me the locks!"

Greg got on the floor and sat on my legs, facing my tortured feet. Rick handed
him two small locks from the carpet.

"You'd better gag his mouth. This is gonna hurt like hell!"

"Gag it with what?" Rick asked.

"I don't give a shit what you put in his mouth. Use your ass for all I care!"

 Rick thought for a second, then I saw him look down at me. With his feet
straddling my chest, he lowered himself down. His shit opening nestled snugly
against my still bloodied mouth. I could here Greg laughing as the warm cheeks
engulfed my head. 

"Better not lean back little brother. We wouldn't want the fag to suffocate.
Not just yet anyway."
"You better get that tongue deep up my brother's ass faggot." The words seemed
so far away. All I could see was the backside of young Rick. My tongued darted
into his brown hole. I tasted something very bitter as the youth squirmed on
top of me. Moaning, he reached down and spread his cheeks wider. His hole moved
further down my tongue. Greg meanwhile took a strong hold of my right shoe.
Holding tight around the heel he pulled the leather strap. I screamed into
Rick's ass as the noose tightened. My bent foot was now being forced into the
unforgiving leather. My toes bent and crushed into the pointed space. My heel
poured it's skin over the short backside. Once my sole was completely flat
against the leather, Greg locked the cruel strap in place. My tears flowed
freely onto the floor as he grappled with my other foot. The taste in my mouth
was getting worse as my tongue mined thick pungent cream. Greg finally locked
off the second foot. I felt him get off my legs. Rick was shivering on top of
me.

"What's the matter little brother. You about to cum. Your dick doesn't look
that hard." 

Rick grunted words I didn't want to hear. "I gotta take a shit. His tongue is
makin me dump."

Greg walked around his brother and leaned down over my eyes. "See what your
faggot tongue did? It loosened up all my brother's shit. Guess that means your
sissy mouth wants a good taste. You better eat it all down faggot or I'll shove
my shit down there too. Go ahead Rick. Release your logs into our new toilet."

As Greg stooped down low to enjoy the show, Rick starting pushing. My tongue
felt the slimy intruder as it made it's way toward the rim. I nibbled the foul
tasting log when it first appeared hoping I could swallow it a little at a
time. With one big push, however the massive intruder filled my mouth. I tried
to chew but it was too big. Thrashing about for air I pushed Rick off of me.
Sitting up, half the log fell on the floor, hitting my stomach on the way down.
I munched what was left in my mouth. Greg shoved my head down on the piece of
broken shit.

"Eat it faggot. I don't want to see a trace left on this carpet."

I reluctantly ate the shit down while cleaning the carpet with my tongue. When
I finished Rick presented his shit laden cheeks to me for cleaning. I kneeled
and licked his young ass pearly white. "Well so far you've eatin my mother's
period and my brother's shit. Maybe I can offer you something to wash it down
with."
Greg came over and shoved his prick in my mouth. In seconds I felt the warm
salty urine flowing down my throat. I tried to direct the jet all over my mouth
to wash off the putrid shit. Greg let me hold it as I eagerly drank him down.
"What a little shit sissy you are. I was right about you all along." Greg and
Rick started to laugh once more as Greg saved the last few squirts to wash the
dried blood off my face. "I guess we're done with him. Let's join mom in the
den." Rick motioned towards the door. "Not so fast", Greg answered. "He still
needs a few more things. Earrings for instance." Greg moved over to the jewelry
box and started looking. Walking back over to me I saw him with a large pair of
Sue's earrings. "Hold his hands still over his head." They forced me on my back
as Rick held my hands over my head. Greg straddled my stomach and kept the rest
of me from moving. "How you gonna put earrings in him? He ain't pierced."

 "No problem", answered Greg. From his other hand Greg held up a long thin
hairpin to my face. He then started to massage my right tit. The friction of
his weight on my penis and the sharp nails against my tit soon had the desired
effect. Sticking out from the foul lace, he roughly squeezed my tit tight. With
his other hand he slowly jabbed the needle into the base. At my first scream
Rick positioned himself so his dick and balls covered my mouth. The phallus
grew thick in my throat as the blood oozed from my wound. Taking the earring,
Greg worked the metal through my punctured nip. All the while I shouted muffled
cries into the penis invader. As Greg started work on the second nipple, Rick
humped my face. Faster and faster his purple head assaulted my mouth. When the
metal loop pierced me a second time, Rick came in my mouth. My voice gurgled
muffled cries of torment mixed with cum. Greg then pulled on my new ornaments
of femininity and I sucked down Rick's last drop of manhood. They were right, I
had become a sissy slut.

"One more thing and then we're off." Greg fumbled behind me and found his
mother's shoes. Telling me to kneel I felt there warm hands on my ass. Feeling
my cheeks part, I readied myself for the assault. I was sure that Greg was
going to fuck my ass. Instead I felt the sharp pain of his mothers heel rip
past my virgin rim. A second later another hard object was inserted. I cried
when I looked in the mirror and saw both shoes sticking out of my bleeding
hole. "Now I think he's ready." They tried to get me to stand but the pain on
my feet was too intense. Crawling to the den I was quite a site. Still dressed
in the smelly catsuit, with earrings dangling from my tits and a pair of
high-heels shoved up my ass. Spanking me along we finally reached the den. My
sister sat in the middle of the room holding onto Simka's side. Her mouth was
glued to his ass and she took pains that Ted and Irene could see her tongue
whip in and out of the brown shoot. As I entered Irene started clapping. Greg
and Rick both bowed at the obvious approval. Greg then got behind my sister
and, grabbing her slender hips, plowed his hard cock into her juicy cunt. With
her tongue still up Simka's hole, Greg climaxed. His hot sperm could be seen
dripping from the engorged pussy. Leading me over he instructed me to clean out
her cunt. There I kneeled, with my face up Sue's pussy licking out Greg's cream
like it was gold. Tired of the show, Ted invited everyone in the pool to clean
off. Sue and I were told to go in the bedroom and clean up the mess. Afterwards
we could shower alone. As the men filtered out Irene was the last to leave.
Reaching down she pulled the menstrual cup from her lips. Looking in and
smiling, she brought it over to where Sue and I knelt. Taking our chins she
sweetly poured a little into our mouths.

"Sue called your parents Paul and told them you'd be staying the weekend. Every
few hours I'll have some new nectar for you two to relish. Now I suggest you
both get to work!" Irene put her cup back in and left. Sue held me in her arms.
Later I crawled into the bedroom to help her clean. Sue found the keys to my
shoes and released them from their prison. Taking lotion she soothed the
scraped skin and bandaged them. She also eased some baby rash medicine into my
sore hole. After we showered our tortures continued, but not as bad as before.
Sue and myself finally fell asleep handcuffed to each other. As promised every
few hours, we made our way into Irene's bed where she fed us the golden soup. 

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