JUNE, THE GIRL WITH THE IRON ASSHOLE
by Polaris

Keywords: ffb, nc, rape, tort

Chapter 1

5 year old Peter hid underneath his bed, with all lights in the room
turned off. He hoped that they wouldn't find him this time. Whenever his
mother was gone, and his 15 year old sister, June, and her friend Becka
were there, it always meant bad things for him. He shuddered as he
listened to their excited muffled talking in the other room. It wasn't
long before the talking rapidly got closer and closer. The sharp sound
of the doorknob turning caused the hair on the back of Peter's head to
stand up, as his sister flipped on the light.

"Come on, Peter. It's time again," June called out. Both girls were
completely naked, as they wanted to begin as soon as possible, even
though they had plenty of time to spare. June and Peter's father had
died one year prior. In addition, their mother had cancer, and had been
struggling with treatment for over 9 years now. With no husband and
insurance costs rising day by day, June's mother had to work tirelessly
and scrimp and save just to make the payments to keep herself alive and
her family provided for. Thus, for many an hour each day, Peter was left
in the hands of his older sibling.

"Come on out, Petey," Becka chimed in as she started looking in the closet.

June knelt down and peeked underneath the box-spring. "Oup, found him!"
June began snaking under the bed, swiping at her little brother's loose
clothing. Peter wanted to scream "no!" but he was too frightened for the
words to come out. He quickly began wiggling his way out from the lower
end of the bed to escape. Becka, rather than grabbing him at that
moment, waited for the child to get on his feet, and then quickly
extended her foot to trip him. Peter stumbled and slammed his forehead
into the corner of the door. The little boy then grabbed his injured
forehead and began bawling. The two girls then dragged him into June's
room in front of her full-length mirror.

Unsympathetic to his cries, Becka excitedly moved over to pull off
Peter's shoes and socks, and then yanked down his pants and undies,
while June roughly pulled the boy's T-shirt over his head, covering his
entire face. The horny sister then happily took some cloth and
forcefully began tying her little brother's hands behind his back,
flexing her eager sphincter at a pace of about once per second, as if
she were getting it warmed up.

The experience was a nightmare for young Peter, and one that he had
relived several times prior. The pain was too much. He was terrified
that it was all happening again. With her brother stripped, bound and
blinded now, June laid down on her stomach, reached back and spread her
asscheeks wide. "Ok, get that little fucker in here," June commanded,
smiling wickedly.

"No! No! Please June! No! Please! No!" Peter pleaded to his older
sibling; his head struggling against the T-Shirt that was still wrapped
around it. Becka gave the 5 year old a hard punch in the stomach, just
for kicks. She then grabbed his little cocklet with her left hand, and
forcefully began yanking and pulling his scrotum down with her right, in
preparation.

Peter's heart began beating faster. /'Please someone help me!'/ he
thought. /'Please don't let them do this! Please!'/

Becka wanted to keep stretching and pulling his little bag, but knew
that her friend was getting impatient. She brought him over to her
buddy's buttcheeks and forced him down so that his legs straddled June's
crack vertically. She then grabbed onto his little dicklet once more
and, using her other hand, slowly but firmly began pushing his
testicles, one after the other, into June's ass. Lubrication, as with
any insertion, would have made things go quicker, but June didn't want
to risk the balls slipping out at any point. Peter continued to flail
and resist, but it did little good against the strength of the teenage
girl. June could feel his balls being pushed into her ass, and all ten
toes clenched the moment she sensed they were in the right spot. Unable
to hold out for one microsecond longer, willfully squeezed her sphincter
muscles around his balls.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahaha!" Peter screamed from the pain.

June took a deep breath, and then gave another long, hard clench.
Becka's cunt juices were already dribbling out. "Squeeze him harder!"
she yelled, as she brutally spanked her friend's creamy white ass
cheeks. She then clutched onto the cheeks with both of her hands and
forcefully pushed them towards each other, hoping to put as much
pressure on the little boy's balls as humanly possible.

"June please stop! Gyahahaaahaa! It hurts. It hur-hurts!!" the boy wailed.

"I know it does, Peter. Hurrrgh!" June grunted, giving him another
powerful clench. "But I don't care. I just want my pussy and asshole to
feel great!" And she meant those words. To her, it was an added benefit
knowing that her filthy, horny body parts were destroying that of his;
her own flesh and blood, no less! Big sisters were supposed to protect
and care for their little brothers, not ruin their chances for sexual
pleasure and destroying any and all hopes of them ever conceiving a
child. She closed her eyes and squeezed as tight as she could, praying
that her ass would be strong enough to pop at least one of his balls.
But all she got in return were more high pitched screams, which
certainly wasn't a bad consolation prize by any means.

"Uuuuugghhh, you little shit!" June cried out. "Hearing you scream just
makes me want to hurt you more!"

Becka stood up and yanked the inside-out collar of the boy's shirt over
his head, so that it was now stretched back behind his neck. She the
slammed her butt into Peter's crying face. "Eat my ass, you little
fucker! I want to feel your tears running down my ass-cheeks, hahaha."

June had become addicted to this activity after the first time she'd had
anal sex. It had been a long, intense ramming up the ass, with the
teenage girl clenching her shit-hole ring as hard as she could all
throughout. When she and her male fuck-buddy finally climaxed and pulled
away from each other, she saw that her asshole had actually left an
imprint on his cock shaft. The image of what she had done was burned
into her mind and from that moment after, she had an unwavering drive to
start exercising her asshole and make it stronger. One of the easiest
ways to test out the strength of her anus was to use her little brother
as a guinea pig. The idea popped in her head that she could gauge how
strong her shitter had become by using it to squeeze his little
testicles. The louder he would shriek, the stronger her asshole had
become. That was the plan initially, anyways. The first time she was
crushing his little hairless ballsack, she quickly found his agonizing
screams were making her pussy explode like a geyser. And so, rather than
solely for testing, she regularly began torturing her brother for fun
and to get her rocks off.

June's horny friend Becka, who had helped her out on that first day,
became indescribably hot watching her friend torture her little brother
like that, and instantaneously developed a sadistic streak that she
never knew she had, but was so very grateful to have awakened.

"Crush him harder, god dammit!" as her frustrated cunt drove her to
pound June's naked back hard with her fist, which in turn made the
sibling give her asshole another sharp squeeze. She then looked into the
mirror in front of her and creamed at the site of brother's flailing
body as he was getting a face-full of her best friend's ass.

June thought for a second about the other girls in her class who, at
that moment, were busy with cheerleading practice and other activities.
She was never into that school spirit/extra-curricular shit, but
whatever her classmates were doing, she found it hard to believe that it
could be more fun than what she was doing at that moment.

June squeezed and squeezed, over and over, until she sensed she was
nearing the end. "Ok, Beck! This is the big one!"

That was Becka's cue. She turned around and gave Peter a full strength
slap across his crying face for fun, and then shoved her arms up
underneath his.

"I got'm," Becka declared.

At that moment, June gave one last mighty clench, using all the
remaining strength in her ass, while Becka used all she had in her
upper-body to pull Peter out; as if they were using his body for
tug-of-war. The intensity of the boy's horrible screams, the two girls
found, was so thrilling that it actually helped them sustain their stamina.

Finally, screaming loudly with pleasure, June's pussy exploded one last
time and her asshole released. Becka lifted Peter from her body, nearly
tripping backwards, and then carelessly dropped him on the floor. His
screaming face was beat red, and snot was running out of his nose.

"Woah, shit! Check out what you did, June!" Becka said with enthusiasm.
June slowly turned around on the floor, with her hand still rubbing the
stickiness that was between her legs all around. Peter's scrotum hung
nearly an inch lower than before, and was very misshapen. Becka fondled
and pinched the damaged testicles. She then gave a swift and hard karate
chop to Peter's Adam's apple, just in case he still had enough energy
left to resist. As he choked and gasped for air, she moved her lips down
to his genitals, and then began taking tiny bites out of his little
cock-head with her teeth.

/'Hmmm, so close!'/ June thought as she continued thrusting her hand in
and out of her tightly formed 'Y'.

* * *

The following day.

June hopped onto her bike and began pedaling home, as she did every day
after school. Along the way, her eye caught the site of one of her
schoolmates, Derek, a senior, washing his car, with his shirt off.
Stopping the bike in the middle of the street for a moment, she admired
the wet, rippling muscles that covered his shoulders and back as he
sprayed the hose over his vehicle. Derek was the star quarterback for
the school's football team. He was rumored to be using steroids, which
he flat-out denied. The school took his side in the matter, as it had
been a couple of decades since they had won the championship, and they
didn't want to have it slip through their fingers again this year.

Dropping her bike in the grass, June made her way over to the boy. "Hey,
Derek."

The teen turned around. "Oh, hey. June, right?"

June smiled and nodded. That was enough formality for her. She wasted no
time wrapping one arm around his abdomen and sliding the other hand down
to the bulge in his shorts.

"What say you take a little break and we climb into your truck? I have
something I want to ask your cock, and then a question for you,
afterward..." she said, shooting a wanton expression at him.

* * *

Pedaling home once more, June ran her index finger across the splattered
cum dripping off her face and shoved it into her mouth. She especially
wanted to get the globs stuck in her hair before it dried and had to be
rinsed out. Derek had admitted that he used steroids, and more
importantly where he was able to get them. He gave her the address of a
small clinic downtown. The doctor there had lots of drugs, and had no
qualms about selling them to underage customers. He also said that the
stuff that produced the most immediate results was about $1,000, but was
very long lasting.

June knew exactly where to get the money. Upon arriving home, she got
into the closet in her mother's bedroom and grabbed the shoebox off of
the top shelf. Inside was about $1,700. "Sorry mom! Looks like no chemo for you
this month," she giggled to herself as she swiped the entire wad from
the box.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his older sister hop back
onto her bike and leave the premises once again.

* * *

"So, how can I help you?" the female doctor asked, cheerfully.

June was a little unsure of how discreet she should be. She didn't want
to be too blunt about it, but didn't want a time-wasting and needlessly
embarrassing "beating around the bush" to happen either.

"I'd like some steroids," the teenager said.

"Sure, no problem," replied the doctor. "I've got everything reasonably
priced, in regard to strength."

"I want the best stuff you have!" June blurted out. The doctor got up
from her seat and began to turn the doorknob leading to the backroom,
when the girl stopped her. "But-," she continued, wondering how to word
it. She knew she was in the presence of a professional, but she just
hated being tact; especially when it meant sterilization of her willfully filthy
mouth. "Do you have something that would work just on my ass?"

Intrigued, the doctor smirked and turned around. "Your ass?"

"What I really want," June said as she began standing up, "is something
that will make my asshole stronger. And maybe my ass cheeks too." June
dropped her pants, turned around and bent over, spreading her ass wide
for the doctor. She wasn't quite sure why she did that. It was just a
compulsion, perhaps driven by the need to show the doctor just how serious
she was. Nevertheless, the female physician knelt down behind her, and
without any warning, jammed her middle finger into the teen girl's shitter.

"Can you clench for me please?" requested the woman.

June did as asked. "My! Yours is already quite strong," commented the
doctor, as she retracted her digit. "But I think I do have something that
can make those muscles even more so. Hold that pose, won't you?"

June chuckled a bit as the woman resumed going into the back room,
relieved and delightfully surprised with the near-immediate cooperation.
The first thing the doctor did was reach for her 20x ultra zoom camera.
She then used it to take several crisp shots of the girl's ass and puffy
pussy at various distances.

'Why her ass, specifically...?' the doctor thought. 'There's only one sensible reason that I
can think of.'

When the doctor had taken a sufficient number of photos, she returned,
syringe in hand, and knelt down once more to began doing tiny injections
all around June's fuck-pucker. "You're a smart girl to want to take care
of your ass like this. Cysts and other nasty things can be very
problematic." She then did the same to the inner walls of the girl's
ass-cheeks.

"There we are. You're all set," the doctor cheerily declared. "This
injection should last a good five weeks, and you should notice results
well within 24 hours."

June, filled with naughty excitement, pulled her pants back up and both
paid and thanked the doctor. She then began heading towards the door,
when the doctor stopped her.

"I wonder... if you have any incriminating intentions planned, for that
ass of yours," the doctor said with confidence.

June froze for a moment at that statement, and then turned her head.

* * *

Peter didn't know what to do; how to wake up from his nightmare. Even
though his sister was gone for the moment, he was still haunted by the
words that she had spoken to him time and time again.

"If you ever tattle to mom on what I've done to you, I will kill her.
You know that I can do it, too. And you know what happens after mom's
dead, don't you? The law says, that when both parents are dead, all the
younger kids become property of their oldest brother or sister. If you
tell on me, I'm going to kill mom, and then I'll kill you."

The threat worked quite effectively on Peter's naive, 5 year-old mind.
He remembered the times when he almost mustered enough courage to tell
his mother, but then saw June's inauspicious gaze from the hallway. She
was always lurking around during the brief period that fell between when
their mother arrived home from work and when she went to bed. Keeping an
ear out, as well as an eye.

Suddenly, Peter heard the front door open. "Hey June!" he heard a voice
call out. Becka's voice. He remained motionless, hoping that she would
leave, but the creaking of the floorboards only got closer. "Hey,
where's your sister?" the 15 year old demanded.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, the boy stared at her for a few
seconds and said "She-she left on her bike."

Becka paused for a moment and then smirked. "Well then," the girl said as she closed the door behind
her, "I guess that means I have you all to myself, doesn't it?"

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