Message-ID: <58917asstr$1241086203@assm.asstr.org>
From: liar_nobody@yahoo.com
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 04:54:00 +0000 (UTC)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: w31g2000prd.googlegroups.com; posting-host=74.79.107.140; 
	posting-account=F7vSaAoAAADxLQHs3R6pwYspE7CxaWsg
User-Agent: G2/1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Penny's Justice (m/f, incest, rape, little sex, violence)
Lines: 186
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 06:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

(This story is not appropriate for children or easily offended
people.  Enjoy.)

Miserable, maybe the only way a girl like Penny Paige could feel
considering her situation.  Nearly a month ago Penny's mother had
remarried.  Penny liked her new stepfather.  He was a kind man who
helped her with her school work, and seemed to make her mother very
happy.  Unfortunately there was a downside; the man didn't come
alone.  He had a teenage son named Brandon who was miserable, hostile,
and just downright mean.  Since moving in with Penny, Brandon had made
her his personal punching bag; taking out his frustrations over the
marriage on Penny rather than talking them out with his father.  It
was more than Penny could stand.

Tonight Penny's parents had stepped out for a night out together after
a long month of transistioning into one home; leaving her alone with
Brandon.  It wasn't the sort of situation Penny wanted to be caught
in, but she figured she'd be fine if she just stayed in her room.  No
such luck.  Only an hour after their parents had left, Brandon started
in on Penny.  First he turned his TV up loudly to annoy her, and then
he started swearing at her through the walls.  Penny tried to ignore
him, but that only seemed to make him angrier.  Soon he was pounding
on her door, demanding that she let him in.  Penny refused.

"You fucking cunt," Brandon yelled, "Open the door, or I'll bust it
open!"

"Leave me alone!  I'll call dad!"

Brandon's face turned a shade of red as he clenched his fists.  "He's
not your fucking dad!  You hear me?  He's my dad you whore!" With that
he lifted his foot and gave the flimsy door a kick that snapped it
nearly in two.  Penny screamed loudly, and pulled her blankets over
her head.  She prayed that Brandon might be frightened off by her
yelling.  Unfortunately such hopes were in vein.  She felt him grab
the blanket, and then rip it off from her.  Penny lay there crying.
She'd never felt so afraid.

Brandon looked down at the sniveling girl.  She wasn't much to look
at.  Penny was thin and pale.  Despite her age she hadn't started to
develop in the chest yet, her body was still a little pudgy with baby
fat, and her ass was flat.  Even still something about the situation
really stirred Brandon's cock.  It twitched in his pants, causing him
a sudden rush of adreniline.  He grabbed at the hem of his sister's
nightgown, but Penny slapped his hand away.  Frustrated, he dropped
his knee down onto her back, and went for her gown again.  Penny stood
no chance now.

"Stop, please!  Stop," Penny screamed.  Brandon wasn't listening.  He
pulled her gown up to the small of her back and glared at her yellow
panties.  Penny cried all the louder when the boy's hand suddenly
groped her thigh.  She could feel him trying to slide down her
panties.  She kicked her legs, but that was no use.  Soon she caught
sight of her panties flying off to a corner of the room.  Brandon took
his weight off from her.  Penny roll onto her back and looked up at
the boy.  He seemed so much more menacing than before.  His eyes were
hungry.  He was going to rape her, and Penny knew there was nothing
she could do about it.


One year later...

Penny Paige sat quietly under the old oak tree that'd grown wild
behind her home.  It was a nice place to relax on a hot summer day.
Today she couldn't manage to get comfortable; there was too much on
her mind.  Of course she had good reason to feel anxious.  Today was
the day Brandon was coming home.  He'd spent a year in a boy's work
camp for what he did to her.  The punishment wasn't fitting as far as
Penny was concerned.  She'd hoped he'd be gone for the rest of her
life, but the judge was sympathetic towards the boy.

Penny knew that Brandon wasn't sorry for what he'd done.  He'd told
her directly in letters that he blamed her for everything, and that
he'd do much worse to her when he got home.  Certainly Penny could
have shown those letters to her parents.  They'd keep Brandon locked
up for another year or two at least.  No, Penny wanted the boy home.
She had plans for him.  This was her chance for revenge.

The sound of her father's old truck pulling into the driveway startled
Penny from her train of thought.  She stood and raced into the house
to meet her mother, who was waiting in the living room to welcome
Brandon home.  Penny's parents believed that kindness was in order if
things were to work out.  They did their best to convince Penny to
forgive her brother, and outwardly she'd done just that.  She acted as
if it were all behind her.  She acted as though she were actually
interested in reforming the family.  It was all neccissary if her plan
was to work.

"Welcome home," Mrs. Paige called out, as Brandon walked in.  She
hugged the teenaged boy, holding him tightly against her body for
several minutes.  Penny detested her mother for doing such a thing.
Did the woman honestly completely forgive the boy who'd molested her
daughter, Penny wondered?  When the two separated Brandon turned his
attention to Penny.  With a wide grin he extended his arms to her.
Penny forced a smile in return and stepped in for a hug.  It hurt her
to be so close to him.  Brandon's hands went down and cuffed Penny's
cheeks, but she didn't complain.  She did as she was supposed to; what
her parents wanted her to do.  It was all for the greater good.

Over the course of a week Penny spent a great deal of time convincing
Brandon that everything was in the past.  She spent time with him,
talked with him, and even acted apologetic over the whole incident.
Brandon drank it all in.  He thrilled in having a suddenly so
complacent sister.  He always took notice of how much the girl had
developed since he'd last seen her. Penny was no longer the
carpenter's dream that she had been.  Her breasts were small, but
gorgeous; especially against her thin waist and wide hips.  The girl
had grown her hair out and dyed it pitch black.  It gave her an air of
sexuality that she lacked just a year ago.  Penny knew that her
brother liked dark haired girls.  She dyed it just for that purpose.
Anything to keep the boy off-guard.

Finally the time came when Penny and Brandon were alone together.
Penny's aunt had given birth to twins, and her mother and father
rushed off on the first available plane to meet the newborns.  They
thought nothing of leaving the two teenagers together.  That night
Penny slipped into the gown that she had been wearing when Brandon
attacked her.  It was tight on her now, short too, and completely
revealing.  With it on she wandered into the living room where Brandon
was watching TV and smiled at the boy.

"Can I sit with you," she asked.

Practically licking his lips, Brandon replied, "Of course."  Penny sat
down right beside him.  On the small recliner they were butted up
against each other.  Neither could really move.  "Sit on my lap
instead," Brandon said.

"Sure," Penny replied.  She nudged up onto him; intentionally letting
her gown slide up to reveal that she was wearing no panties.  She
could almost hear the boy's hear beating faster.  His face was a dark
shade of red.  Penny wiggled around on his lap; squeezing her ass down
tightly into his groin until she could feel Brandon's cock starting to
stir.  The boy moaned softely.  "Did you miss putting it in me," Penny
asked.

"A lot."

Penny leaned back against the boy and cocked her head so she could
look him in the eyes.  Brandon was breathing hard.  "I missed it too,"
she said, "I missed it a whole lot." Leaning in she kissed him on the
lips.  Brandon shivered.  His cock was hard as stone.  Penny sat up
and then knelt down in front of him.  Brandon didn't move an inch when
she unfastened his pants.  He watched eagerly as she started to slide
down his zipper.  She didn't have it halfway down before his dick
leapt out at her.  The thing twitched in the air; looking thicker and
longer than Penny remembered.  A wide grin crossed her painted lips.
"For me," she asked.

"For you."

Sticking out her tongue, Penny tasted the shaft.  She ran her lips up
and down the warm shaft several times.  Brandon could hardly restrain
himself.  His fingers dug into the arms of the chair; his legs
couldn't stop shaking.  Penny finally brought her lips to the tip of
his hand, opened them wide, and started to swallow his cock whole.
Brandon watched on in amazement as his thick cock vanished into the
girl's mouth.  How she managed to get it all down her throat was
beyond him.  Her lips finally locked at the base of the shaft.  A soft
giggle escaped her lips.

Brandon's eyes went wide.  His jaw dropped.  A scream that shook the
house suddenly escaped his lips.

*crunch*


One month later...

"Does your jaw hurt."

"Not too much." Penny Paige was lying; that much was obvious.  The
doctors had had to repair every one of her teeth after she'd sharpened
them down.  At least they complimented her on the job she'd done.
Each was razor sharp.  It was no wonder she had such an easy time
biting through her brother's cock.

The tall woman standing before Penny was her counselor.  The judge had
shown no mercy for the girl who bit off a man's dick.  He'd thrown her
into a hospital where she was supposed to remain locked up for the
rest of her life.  Penny's parents hadn't visited her, or written, or
taken any of her calls.  She'd heard from an uncle that they'd taken
Brandon to a hospital to have his dick reattached, but the surgery
hadn't gone well.  The boy would live the rest of his life with
nothing more than a useless nub.  It seemed fitting to Penny.  Justice
had been done.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+