Sister's Pimp

                                                 Sister's Pimp - Chapter 28

       Ian had already strapped Megan into the fixture, her head poking out from the front board, and her haunches spread wide and easily accessible for her dog lovers. Ian walked over to me and whispered what he planned to do next and for me not to get in the way of progress. I was too stunned by what was happening to offer any argument. I watched impassively as he retrieved one of the dogs from the basement, a large animal of mixed breed composed of lab and pit bull. The canine made a beeline for Megan's face and quickly mounted the board so he could thrust his rapidly growing cock into my sister's mouth.

       To my utter amazement she opened wide and captured the dripping, red, chiseled cock. The brute began face-fucking my sister with mindless enthusiasm while she sucked furiously, her eyes open to the max and making sure she was getting as much of the animal's cock into her mouth as was possible. It didn't take long before the dog began squirting his cum down Megan's throat as she gulped and gasped to make sure that every drop of that hot slime found its way into her belly. Ian laughed and said he had her on a strict dog cum diet for over a week once and she only lost two pounds, but managed to wear out the entire pack of mutts. He added that if this hadn't worked, she was scheduled for a date with a couple of ponies a friend of his kept for just that purpose. The thought of Megan strapped to the belly of a pony with its cock buried deep inside her stretched out cunt gave me a hard on that Ian didn't miss. My filthy mind was already figuring out ways to make Megan a much more profitable member of the organization.

       I watched in almost a daze as Megan swallowed load after load of dog cum and smacked her lips for more. Then Ian had part of the pack start pounding away on my sister's loose cunt and flood it with dog sperm that soon was dripping from her well stretched pussy. Soon all the animals were curled up resting while Ian collected the massive amount of cum that flowed from her distended twat. Then he fed that to her as well and she greedily swallowed every bit and even licked his fingers clean to make sure she got it all. I got close enough to try to talk to her, but she refused to acknowledge my presence. Ian decided she needed another round of dog fucking and so he seasoned her asshole this time and let them loose.

       I had decidedly mixed feelings about watching my sister take it in the ass from a pack of dogs, especially when it seemed she enjoyed it. I made a vow that Megan would pay and pay dearly for stringing me along about her reluctance to take it up the ass. I'd wasted a lot of time worrying about that aspect of our relationship only to discover that any dog could get with ease what she so staunchly defended when it came to me taking that role. You talk about a put-down; this was the ultimate!

       Ass fucking Megan was a bit more difficult, but most managed it, even those who managed to get "wedded" to their bitch when their knot formed too quickly for them to exit in time. Ian had more to show and he did. I watched in disbelief while Megan licked the asshole of dog after dog even as her distended asshole was forced to grow to beyond its limits. Ian laughed and commented that she'd be unable to perform a normal bowel movement for at least a week, but she was still strong enough to handle most of the pain stuff she was getting regularly from him.

       All I could do was stand there and stare at what my sister had become, and partially blame yours truly. Better I had left that door to her memory closed tightly, but my curiosity got the better of me. Still there were lots of ways that Megan could still contribute to the organization and I decided to see what the future might bring. I had no animosity towards Ian, he was what he was, and I knew it in advance. He had done the job I asked and it had been done well. The rest now fell on my shoulders. Besides, there was still Carly Carmody to address and totally tame 

       Over the months more and more equipment for tormenting the hot holed-honey was either purchased or borrowed for use on our little troublemaker. In a few cases we got deep discounts in exchange for allowing the seller to participate in a session or two. We took great pains to make sure that anybody who had access to Carly's cunt and asshole was free of any STDs or the big one, HIV. Even making sure that all the males wore condoms didn't guarantee that Carly would avoid becoming pregnant. Often she would be gangbanged as punishment, sometimes doing as many as forty male partners in a session that might last over twenty-four hours with her partners doing her two or three times.

       Sooner of later at least one wise guy would either deliberately puncture his rubber or turn it inside out when he fucked her the second time. Twice she missed her period after such events and in both cases she was aspirated successfully without jeopardizing her ability to have children in the future. Then mom had the bright idea of condom free night when we'd invite a small group of studs to see if they could knock up Carly. That would freak her out big time to see all those cocks going bareback into her pussy and emptying their loads deep within her well-fucked twat. The funny thing was she never got pregnant from those condom-free mini-gangbangs, but she did come down with a few STDs that we deliberately let fester for a time. During that period she'd be told of her situation and left to worry herself sick about the consequences. That started her on the one-way trip to total servitude, which was to be an interesting story unto itself.  

       I lost count of the number of whippings I personally gave the teen tramp as she hung by her wrists, her bare body twisting one way and then unwinding to present fresh skin for whatever kind of whip was tearing her up. All that time I'd be laying the leather to her tits, back, ass, thighs, ribs and legs, always being careful to avoid any serious cuts that might leave scars, even ones that were quite faint. I preferred the rubber hose when I really wanted to take it out on the brat. There was something sexually exciting created by pounding her tits and pussy with the hose as she grunted into the ball gag that kept her from hurting my ears with her screams. More often than not I'd finish the session by fucking her ass until it bled. Now that was a successful educational session as far as I was concerned.

       The shower that was installed by one of our friends got plenty of use. I liked to hang Carly upside down in the stall and give her an ice-cold shower until her skin started to turn blue. Then out, still dripping and strung up so I could whip her dry, which often took nearly an hour. Usually Carly would just hang there like a cut of beef in a meat locker as I covered her body with welts from her neck to knees and everything in between.

       The wheel was my favorite. I'd chain her to it either face up or down depending upon my mood. Face up usually meant the hose, followed by a good fucking without benefit of a rubber so she could worry about getting pregnant. Face down always made her beg since I'd cut her tight little ass into welted squares, and then use the quirt to cut up her pussy and finally the crack between her tight ass cheeks.

       To finish her off I'd roll on a heavy walled condom, slather it with chili pepper sauce and a touch of ammonia before ass fucking her until she was certain her insides were melting. I could go for a long time before I had to take a break to recover my cool. While I was resting and calming down, I'd see if I could get my fist up that soon to be blown-out asshole, but never made it no matter how hard I tried.

       Being so young, Carly was able to heal fast and her skin never seemed to show the marks that had been made by others as well as myself. The same could not be said for her insides. All the fucking plus the STDs started to mount up as the weeks passed and her "education" continued. I remember one session that lasted more than a day, just Carly the former cock teaser and my trusty rubber hose that had been custom made overseas. She was nothing but one big bruise by the time I hit her the last time, a vicious shot that split her swollen cunt lips apart and burrowed into her aching pussy. By then my arm was so sore from hitting her I had to put it in a sling for a couple of days.

       I lost track of all the times I forced the water hose either down her throat, up her asshole or into her twat and let her have it full blast. When I think back to the number of times I pounded her bulging gut to force the water out, it's a miracle she never suffocated. It was probably the water beating against her uterus that finally tilted it to the point that her baby making days were over, just as well all things considered.

       Once every two or three weeks, usually after Carly recovered from a round the clock gangbang featuring the biggest, baddest "brothers" we could invite, it would be ladies night. Carly always freaked out when she discovered she had to handle a mob of black studs with huge cocks. They never disappointed her when it came to tearing up her insides with their giant dicks. On ladies night mom was always the hostess, but I got to nail at least one or two of the really young stuff that also were invited to keep me company.

       I loved it when Arlene Collier brought her youngest, the lovely, bisexual Brittany, a doe-eyed, flat-chested thirteen-year old who could pass for much younger until she wrapped that tight, teen pussy around her victim's dick. We made a great couple since she appreciated my fast, knowing tongue and I loved that super-tight cunt that felt like my cock was swimming in a vat of warm butter.

       One ladies night I hit the jackpot, the Collier cunt and Claire Graves' thirteen year old as well. That was a night to be treasured. When they wore me out, I enjoyed a private showing of what little girls liked to do to each other in their spare time. Somehow I made them provide three shows before they could tie my cock into a knot and declare victory. It was beginning to dawn on me that almost every female was either lesbian or bisexual. Our recalcitrant student, Carly Carmody, was certainly a perfect example of this trend. Carol Faust and Ruth Klunder were both out of the closet and Arlene Collier plus Mary Connors were leaning in that direction as well.

       We had Carly on a water diet by then and had slimmed her down to the point that she could easily pass for a child of perhaps ten. Nothing like forcing a gallon or more of water down a little teen's throat every day and making her hold it for at least an hour. Her belly would get so big that most people from a distance would think she was pregnant and close to delivering. Keeping the water inside her emaciated body took some doing, but a ball gag worked fairly well if she was closely supervised and kept calm.

       Dr. Patterson had helped significantly by introducing us to another doctor who was experimenting with a drug that showed great promise for reversing the signs of puberty in young teens. After only a few injections Carly's tits shrank to pancake and then crepe dimensions, which drove her crazy for a variety of reasons. Every trace of pubic hair disappeared and even her long blonde hair began to thin. I loved to terrify her by describing plans for pimping her out to pedophiles, the kinds that loved to hurt "little" girls regardless of their true age. I had Carly on the verge of promising to be my personal sex slave for the next three years provided she wouldn't have to have sex with pedophiles.

       I kept quiet about my real plans for the prick teaser. It would be a huge surprise if I pulled off the deal I was negotiating with some members of a foreign country who were very interested in getting their hands on this sexual wunderkind. It could be Carly's last ladies night if the deal was done successfully within the next few weeks. Mom knew what was happening and it was my guess that she'd spilled the beans to Martine who had lost interest in Carly once she discovered there were plenty of new young girls being added to the organization on a monthly basis. This meant a steady stream of young, impressionable girls eager to learn all about the real world, which in turn would give Martine plenty of new opportunities to "help" them on that path once she got back into my good graces.

       I had a few tricks up my sleeve to pay her back for past injustices and an attitude that was way over the top when it came to yours truly. I was having visions of Martine becoming the fuck pig for a gang of home boys who would pass her around from crib to crib until they wore her out and lost interest in the old used-up white woman. I wanted to be around for that little scene. Who knows, I might take her back and rehabilitate her so she could perform some menial role in the organization. However, I'm getting way ahead of myself, so back to what happened that ladies night downstairs in the family basement.

       Carly had continued to be a problem even though she was on the verge of going into a coma from the lack of food. Still mom was determined to find the little teen's limits and push right up against them. This morning, with my help we'd loaded her skinny frame into the sweatbox. Of course I'd not let an opportunity to go by without fucking that child-like pain in the ass. Her cunt was beginning to narrow as her bones softened to accommodate to her new body. I could barely get the head of my cock into that super tight channel even with plenty of lubricant. Fucking her was like sticking it to a corpse, and I finally gave up in disgust and backhanded her a couple of times just to let Carly know how annoyed she made me. Carly made no effort to avoid the blows I delivered.

       Satisfied that our guest was properly restrained and positioned inside the box, mom cranked the heat up to maximum and set the timer for four hours. At that point we'd transfer her body to another tank filled with ice water and slush. She'd remain there until she passed out from the loss of body heat. The little cunt only lasted twenty minutes in the cold pool, which pissed mom off big time. So we put the kid on the wheel, hooked her up to the power supply and sent enough electricity through that stick figure to light up a small city.

       Later she had to be jolted twice before her eyelids fluttered and she came around. We were amazed that she was still alive. We put her back into the pool and kept her there for an hour. By then her face was blue and you could barely see the faint pulse in her neck. Mom grinned and suggested she needed to be hydrated to the max and then put back into the steam box while we took a fuck break. Once we revived Carly, the stick figure cried like a little baby and promised we could do anything to her later if we'd only let her rest.

       We put her back on the wheel and juiced her until she was out cold and her body felt like a piece of ice. Mom smiled and said that perhaps we had finally killed her. I laughed since she still had a faint pulse. To demonstrate she still had plenty of life in that emaciated, skeleton of a body, I took a hatpin and jammed it into her clitoris. That woke her up in a big hurry and so we put her back in the steam box without any hydration and took a fuck break while she cooked and sweat off another few ounces that she couldn't afford to lose.

       Let's face it, after a time, what continued to happen to Carly didn't mean much to anyone. We didn't have the nerve to kill her and make the dead body disappear forever. Her mother was a basket case and so was my sister, Megan. Ian had done a great job of pushing her over the edge and she never came back from the fall. I finally figured out a way to use the trio in a way that would generate a new income stream and keep us out of the loop so to speak. I sold them to an individual who represented a very rich group who had a great interest in the three pain sluts. Megan now qualified after Ian got done with her. Carly had no vote in the matter, her only hope was that she might seduce one of her clients into letting her become his or her private torture toy and blowup doll in exchange for staying alive.

       These days my Swiss bank account gets monthly deposits from persons unknown for services rendered. I also occasionally get pictures of my property being used by clients. They seem to be relatively happy, all things considered. They get the best medical treatment that money can provide and work perhaps two or three days on average in a month. I'm still working on selecting a few more members of the organization to join the original three who are naturally being worn out by their clients' needs. Martine Calvert doesn't know it yet, but she's the top candidate for the next shipment to my partners. I could go on and describe more of my adventures, but there is nothing that is original, so I think I will instead close this story unless in the future something quite extraordinary happens to occur involving yours truly.

                                                     FINIS