Sister's Pimp

       Sister's Pimp - Chapter 27

       Since there wasn't too much to do except watch Megan get her pussy and asshole reamed out to the max by the army of teen studs, I dropped mom off at the house and paid a surprise call on the Graves residence. Claire and Ralph had wasted little time introducing their new boarder to her daughters, who were about the same age as Carly. In the Graves home the girls were forbidden to wear clothing in the event Ralph or one of his buddies from school wished to avail themselves of their services. Naturally Mrs. Graves was also very eager for teen cock anytime and especially in the big comfortable bed that she shared with her son and master, Ralph.

       One of the girls let me inside and informed me that Ralph and her mother were busy with the new girl in the bedroom. For a few moments I mulled over the idea of perhaps giving this young morsel a ride on my cock. She must be the younger of the two and already was showing signs of taking after her busty mother. I put that thought from my mind, but made a mental note to get to know her a lot better in the very near future. I was developing a taste for young stuff that sometimes scared me. Following her swaying hips and rounded ass only got me hot to trot, but I resisted temptation.

       Carly was on her back, wrists and ankles tied tightly to the corners. Claire was between the cute teen's spread thighs with her fist disappearing and reappearing from the girl's bald pussy. Her son, Ralph, was straddling Carly's chest and feeding his cock into her mouth and then pushing it down her throat based on the way Carly was choking and gasping for breath. I was sorely tempted to join the trio. I hate to admit it, but I'd yet to get my cock into Carly's tight pussy, and didn't want Ralph to be the one that got her cherry. Was I in for a surprise!

       It took some time, but at last Claire noticed me. Her face was set into a mask of concentration, evidence that she'd been fisting the teen for quite some time. Ralph barely acknowledged my presence, continuing to gag Carly with his cock and occasionally calling her a slut or whore. Claire sighed and rolled off the bed. All she had on was a pair of bikini panties that clung to her pubic mound like a second skin. Damn that woman had some body! I didn't know when, but sooner or later I'd get her in bed and fuck her brains out.

       "You must be a mind reader. I was just getting ready to call and ask you to take this troublemaker back to your place. In less than a day she's managed to seduce both my daughters and almost did the same to me. She's teased my horny son to the point that he damn near raped her twice today. The little prick teaser has threatened to call the cops and have us arrested for lewd conduct among other charges. Both Ralph and I got so tired of her threats and whining that we gave her a dose of the strap. Even that was a failure. This was our last resort, but we seemed to have failed here as well. Oh, before I forget, she's no virgin either. She bragged about losing her virginity six months ago to her brothers and then taking on lots of their friends. Take it from me, this little cock teaser has taken plenty of hard cock in that not so tight pussy."

       That rang a bell as my mind wandered back to the way Pat had acted when she was giving me the responsibility for her only daughter. It was almost as if she was afraid of her own daughter and what she might do if left unsupervised. I had been the fall guy it seemed; at least that made handling Carly a lot easier. I was already thinking of selling her tight body to various perverts that were on our special list of clients. Naturally she'd have to be taught manners and how to always make sure that the client was satisfied with her performance. A few months of intensive discipline and training should do the trick and I planned to be intimately involved with every phase.

       With help from an irritated Ralph we got Carly released from the ropes binding her to the bed and then securely restrained her once more with wrists and ankles tied so tightly, the cord threatened to cut into her flesh. Claire gagged the teen while Ralph had her in a choke hold to keep her from struggling. Ralph and I carried the naked teenager to my car, which was parked by the house and dumped her into the trunk. I promised Ralph a chance to even the score with my new trainee and extended the offer to Claire as well. I called ahead to give mom a heads up about our new addition to the family. She was not exactly thrilled to hear what I told her.

       Mom was kind of upset for other reasons. It seems the gangbang at the Connors place had gotten completely out of hand to the point that the neighbors complained to the cops. Ian managed to talk his way out of trouble thanks to his mother who offered her body to the two officers who interviewed them. By the time the cops left, only a ravaged and totally wasted Megan and a few studs that had hidden were left. It was doubtful the gangbang could be reconstituted, so things were up in the air and needed some decisions from either mom or myself. I left Carly with mom and took off for the Connors place to make a few decisions and check on my sister's condition.

       Megan was on her back, untied but out of it. Marian Connors had glued her pussy to Megan's mouth and two of the Collier teens were taking turns eating and fisting Megan's swollen, raw cunt. A steady stream of cum and pussy juice dripped from the mouth of that terribly abused twat, and was sucked up greedily by the Collier sisters. Ian was on the phone arranging something involving Megan. I was almost speechless at the condition of my sister who showed no signs of being aware of her surroundings. He laughed at my reaction and yelled at the teens to turn Megan over so I could get a good look at her asshole.

       I'd seen one or two blown-out assholes in my time, but this was off scale. It looked like a large doughnut filled with creamy raspberry jelly oozing from its interior. Her sphincter muscle had been stretched to its limit and beyond, revealing the raw pulsating walls of her rectal passageway. Ian snorted and remarked that half an hour before the "eye" was twice the size it was now. It was his guess by morning it would be almost closed and able to handle the big surprise he was planning.

       "If this doesn't get her to spilling her guts, nothing will. I've yet to see any cunt able to handle what's in store for this package tomorrow. It's my ultimate threat when mom gets out of hand. One of these days I just know I'll have the opportunity to watch old Mary beg and plead for mercy, and promise me anything, but she'll just have to take everything I dish out, you can be sure of that!"

       The look on his face and the way he said it made me nervous. There was no way I was going to stand by and watch him grind my sister into pulp; that was for sure. The name of the game was for her to come out of this in one piece, both physically as well as mentally. I casually asked him what was in store for Megan until the big surprise. He grinned wolfishly and replied she was due for a good beating with a rubber hose just to pump up her titties to the max before he used the cane on her pussy and ass.

       I winced at the thought of my sister hanging nude from her bound wrists, her tits being pounded mercilessly by Ian until they were so swollen that the skin started to crack. Then I shook my head to rid me of that terrible picture, only to have another take its place. This time Megan's firm ass was being crisscrossed with welts that soon turned into cuts that generated rivulets of blood that dripped steadily from the bottom portion of those rounded globes of almost skinned meat.

       It was not a pretty sight, but I had to let Ian make his play before I took over the care and feeding of what remained of my sister. He wasn't finished tormenting me. It seems he had taken the liberty of inviting a few of his closest friends over to work on Megan through the night. All he required of them was that when they finished she was awake, able to feel pain in all her good spots and be capable of recovering in a reasonable amount of time from the physical damage they caused. With any kind of luck, she would become the first live blowup doll, every man's wet dream. That started me thinking about Pat Carmody; right now she was very close to that state. I wondered what I could get for her services under these conditions?

       Ian offered to allow me to participate in this evening's rape and torture session, provided I didn't get in the way of what his friends planned. I declined with thanks and almost changed my mind when the first couple, a mistress wearing only a leather bikini with a fly for servicing and her naked, teenage, fuck slave, a girl who couldn't have been any older than thirteen, rang for admission. Where the slave got those 38DDs was one of the great mysteries of modern times. Her mistress offered me the slave's shaven cunt provided she could rim my asshole while I fucked the skinny teen with the huge and very real tits. I had to beg off, pleading another pressing engagement, but asking for her phone number. She cleared her throat, ignoring me and then disappeared with the naked slave following in her wake.

       My previous engagement was Carly Carmody, who was about to get an attitude adjustment that she'd long remember once she regained consciousness. I found them in of all places, the basement. The teen was hanging by her bound wrists from one of the exposed rafters that acted to support the house as well as form the basement. From the looks of Carly, she had pissed mom off royally and paid the price or was in the process of paying said price. Her cute little tush was covered from top to bottom with welts from the strap that mom was currently using on the teen's pert titties. I got hard just watching those pert bumps bounce in rhythm from the blows mom was delivering. I also noticed that mom's jumbo vibrator had been stuffed into Carly's swollen cunt and was grinding away while the leather kissed her tits.

       It turned out that mom had called for some reinforcements to help her restrain and relocate our latest family visitor. Even with all the welts that little cock teaser was showing, she still was looking good enough to eat and that was one thing that was near the top of my agenda, right after I ass fucked her until she cried or begged for more. I found myself wondering if we could hold a welcome home gangbang for the little tramp. Perhaps that hot looking leather mistress and her little sex slave would like to attend and give me some time to get acquainted with them both. Who knows, maybe she might enjoy having another sex slave for a few months? That would work for me, for sure!

       My eyes picked up on a box of spring-loaded clips, just right for a cock-teasing liar. Carly's eyes got big when I approached her holding a handful of those little devils. Her screams, when I put one on her hard nipple, were music to my ears. The matching one brought more choked screams mixed with sobs as the pain ate into those pointy nubbins of flesh. The next one was obvious and mom grinned then laid the leather even harder to Carly's tits. I pulled her thin-lipped pussy bumpers apart to see where her little man was hiding. She blubbered and pleaded, promising me as much hot sex as I could handle.

       I smiled coldly and snapped the clip onto that stiff hot button that had popped up after my fingertip had teased it for a few seconds. She tried to shout the house down when the pain blasted through her brain. I guess she had never had these kinds of things done to her tight body. She would get plenty of practice in the next few months; that was certain. I was already figuring how to involve Martine Calvert in this advanced education course Carly Carmody would be taking.

       The thought of sinking my fist into the pit of Carly's taut belly was wrong, but my reflexes were faster than my good manners. It felt so damned good to feel my clenched hand sink deep into the thirteen year-old's gut and hear the strange choking sound that came from her mouth as her eyes bulged and all the color drained from her cute face. She'd long remember my angry punch and make every effort to avoid infuriating me again. Mom was scandalized and I caught hell from her and rightly so. That ended Carly's first session in our basement. She'd spend many, many hours in the darkness her body aching from the brutal punishment she received, waiting for the footsteps coming down the stairs that signaled the beginning of another session of fear, rape and pain, always the pain. It would never be the same group from one time to the next.

       The next morning I was up and about; eager to see what surprises Ian had in store for my sister, and naturally yours truly. The way he described things when we had our last conversation got me to wondering so much that I didn't even bother to give Carly a good ass fucking before I left for my meeting with Ian. It was a relief to see Megan sleeping and showing very few signs that she had been put through the mill last night and perhaps part of this morning. Ian was all smiles and eager to get the show on the road.

       The Connors place was fairly secluded from the road and separated from the nearest houses by over a hundred yards in any direction by trees and heavy underbrush that added to their privacy. When Ian smiled and suggested that we take Megan out for some fresh air, I knew it was show time. My sister was too weak to even walk, so we half carried, half dragged, her out to the rear of the house which was enclosed by sheets of plywood at least seven feet in height. The weather was unseasonably cool and Megan's naked body was soon covered with goose flesh. I couldn't resist giving one of her bruised tits a hard squeeze to gauge her level of consciousness. She tried to pull away and groaned.

       Ian reached over and gave her a cruel slap to the face and warned her that she must obey his every command or he'd flay her tits for openers. Megan cringed, indicating that Ian had made a substantial inroad in beating down her normal personality. He made Megan kneel on the ground and put her hands behind her neck, which she did. My sister looked like some type of brainwashed concentration camp inmate, something that wasn't too far from the truth. I had to admit that Ian had done a brilliant job of grinding her down to the nub. Perhaps he might want to assist me in breaking the spirit of Carly Carmody. I'd ask him once this situation with my sister was concluded.

       It suddenly dawned on me what was about to happen. My ears picked up the muffled sounds of dogs barking at about the same time that I realized that the strange wooden fixture located in the center of this enclosed area was used to aid in the mating of dogs. In this case it had undergone some modifications to allow larger animals, such as Megan, to be bred in this manner. I glanced over to where she knelt and saw terror etched in her face and staring eyes. Evidently this was not Megan's first experience with her furry playmates. Ian caught my surprised look and he grinned cruelly as he prepared the fixture to accommodate Megan. As he worked he gave me a running commentary on how he had finally broken her spirit and at the same time discovered a secret desire that she had refused to acknowledge for who knows how long?

       The picture began to come together. Our demented father had begun her career as a whore by lending her to his friends for a nominal price. If she got out of line he beat her and to make sure his customers didn't desert him, he allowed them to discipline her as well just as long as the marks they left were not permanent. Things went well until they in turn began pimping her to their friends. According to mom he had a fit and terminated her early career. Megan was not the same girl anymore, and it had happened over a very short period of time. No amount of beating or other methods of persuasion would make her reveal the reason for this strange behavior. He grew sick and then died suddenly, leaving mom and Megan without a source of income. That's where I came into the picture, but by then Megan had buried her ugly secret deep in her subconscious, where it remained until Ian broke her will and unearthed the truth.

       He had made a shrewd guess that Megan's secret involved having sex with animals, probably dogs. It took plenty of time and lots of torturing but he finally broke her and Megan confessed to having become addicted to dog fucking in all its versions thanks to the treatment she'd received from one of her father's customers who kept it a secret from him. He left the area shortly before her father died, and she kept the secret until Ian had finally ferreted it out from her.

                               (To be concluded - rolf palsy)