WICKED SISTER

BY RAFAEL

Of course I'd noticed her, in fact I'd been sort of following her
for a while because she was gathering wood and mushrooms along
the road I was traveling, leading to a village which didn't
really seem to have a name although it must have housed at least
five hundred people. Of course I'd noticed her, I even had a name
for her: my Egyptian princess. Let me explain. Although we are
miles, mountain ridges and deep seas away from Egypt, she
reminded me of what I knew about the place and what I'd seen from
the Egyptian slaves sold in seaports. She was gorgeous, though
young, probably ten or eleven; slight build; tallish, especially
for her age; raven black hair, in long strands; intense, dark
eyes, almost as black as her hair and a dark skin, visible
through the slits in her not very carefully-put-on garment. She
also walked like a princess, I thought. So we happened to head
the same way with enough distance between us so that I could
comfortably observe her. News of my arrival had spread around
the town and people waited to meet me and to ask my advice. I
settled in what seemed to be the central square and had the
people stand in lines.

Suddenly, a horseman drew near, well-dressed, knightly manner. He
adressed me politely and inquired if I was planning on staying. I
said I was, since the next town would be a good days' walk away,
to which he appointed a plain-looking woman to take me in and
make me comfortable for the night, since she had at least some
room to accommodate me. Although I had noticed my Egyptian
princess in the crowd, I hadn't seen her and my hostess look at
each other. When the day drew to a close, however, the woman
approached me to lead me to her house and to my surprise, the
little princess joined us with the days' spoils. Although she had
a handsome amount of both wood and mushrooms, it didn't satisfy
the woman who began to hurl abuse at her, mainly for getting the
wrong mushrooms, she had to throw half of them away because they
weren't edible. The little girl bowed her head and sobbed a
little, quietly. The woman menacingly added that she'd be
punished for her negligence, to which the gi rl exhibited a
little jolt. We arrived at the cottage owned by the woman and
her... her what anyway? What was the relation of the girl to the
woman? I inquired and was told that the woman was the girl's
(ugly...) stepsister and that the girl was in her care providing
she contributed to the household. We entered and immediately,
dinner was prepared from some vegetables apparently in stock, a
chicken, and the mushrooms. Surprisingly, it was delicious. After
the meal we all more or less collapsed with fatigue, so we
prepared for bed, one bed actually, which meant that the girl and
I shared (to my pleasure, although it worried me a little, I
couldn't possibly do anything without causing scandal and getting
kicked out, I figured). The woman would occupy the only other
piece of furniture available: the chair. I stripped down, naked,
at the woman's bidding, so she could wash my clothes later and
got into bed.

Then the woman turned menacingly toward the girl and informed her
that punishment had arrived. To my astonishment the girl stripped
naked, exposing her slender, beautiful figure in the light of the
fire. She stood in the middle of the room, facing me and thus
giving me a first look at her hairless cunt, neatly tucked
between her legs. Although she looked ashamed, she spread her
arms wide. The woman got out some sort of whip and positioned in
front of her... Tension rose until the first crack, across the
girl's flat chest where the nipples were beginning to look a bit
puffy. Her face contorted with pain as the whip came down at
approximately the same spot twice more. To my astonishment, the
marks soon faded and, except where the skin broke and the tiniest
bit of blood spillt, the skin looked fine, be it a bit red. Some
perverted mind (the woman's?) must have spent quite some time
perfecting the device to cause this much pain without leaving
permanent marks. To my further aston ishment the woman didn't
stop but whacked the poor girl, now with tears running down her
cheeks, right on her cunny! She jolted and shivered, but held
position, undoubtedly aware of the punishment for moving. The
perverted, baser part of my instincts had made my member swell to
full size at the sight of this delightfully unfair punishment.
The best, or worst, was yet to come, however. The woman commanded
'turn' and the sobbing girl turned around and bent over, using
the chair for support. By doing this, of course, she exposed her
perfect ass and cunny lips to my full view, especially as she
spread her legs slightly. Another little barrage of beats
tormented the crying little girl as she was hit across her bum
and in her ass crack, hitting her cunny again in the process. Was
I mistaken? No impossible, the fire was very bright and gave me
excellent view: her lips were becoming very red and seemed...
moist!

The punishment seemed over. The girl cried, her cheeks wet with
tears, but her cunt wet with something quite different... I lay
on my side, to not expose my raging hard-on and the woman put
away her whip with a satisfied look. She informed me that I was
the first to witness this little ritual that, by the looks of it
actually pleased both involved. She also informed me, with a
knowing smile that the agreement was that when an onlooker got
aroused by the spectacle, he would be able to do his bidding to
the girl. Having said that, the woman slumped on the chair and
dozed off instantly. The girl, sobbing quietly, climbed into bed,
crawling over me, letting me feel the warmth of her body. She lay
next to me, but expressed a good judgment of the situation by
laying her little hand on my hard penis. She said that the woman
was frigid and the only kind of excitement was the ritual I'd
just witnessed. Then she said that she was at my disposal,
looking at me with big, tear-filled eyes. I notified her that I
didn't want her pregnant, so I would have to enter her in a
special way, before my last ounce of restrain gave way and I
roughly put the girl on her belly, spread her legs, and
positioned. I touched her anus with the tip of my penis and gave
a rough push, pushing halfway in in one go. The girl wriggled,
cried, sobbed, yelled slightly, but muffled her own voice in the
sheets and... bade me to go on. She asked permission to call me
father and sighed: 'please fuck me, father, please push in me all
the way and fuck m...' she finished her sentence in another yell
as I pushed down, all the way in. I pictured the scene: a
gorgeous young girl fucked roughly from behind, sobbing and
crying all the way, but encouraging the rape. I alternated
between long, slow hauls and fast, deep penetration as the tight
and hot fuck hole tried to accommodate my raging hard-on. The
feeling was beyond belief, the sensations nearly overcame me as I
raped my little princess. I he ld out for a good ten minutes
fucking her, and my, brains out before I came and filled her
intestines. I collapsed, pushing the air out of her lungs, then
pulled out and rolled over, exhausted. Equally exhausted, the
girl, cheeks wet, kissed me, thanked me with a wonderful smile
and snuggled up against me, her bum in my crotch. We fell asleep
soundly and woke only when the light shone in the cabin.

Turning her sleepy head and smiling at me, the girl requested I
stayed where I was and disappeared under the sheets. Her
intentions were obvious, and I got hard again, feeling the small,
warm mouth of the girl around my glans. I removed the sheets and
got rewarded with her faithful eyes looking up, while her lips
were firmly around the shaft of my penis. She sucked, a little
clumsily at first, but she was a quick study. After a little
while, she took me deeper and deeper, until I felt my glans pass
her throat. She gagged, tears appeared in her eyes again, but she
persisted studiously giving me beautiful head. It didn't take me
long to come and fill her throat with my cum until it overflowed,
although she did her utmost to swallow everything. She smiled
again, and lay on my stomach, as the woman entered the cottage
and smiled at the sight.

I remained in the town for a week, and learned that my hosts
weren't the only ones into punishing their young kinfolk. I vowed
to return when I left...

******

A week had past at the wicked sister's house and requests were
drying up, so I decided it was time to move on. The grateful
villagers (grateful I left on time, that is) provided me with
food and water for a two day's journey, which about matched the
distance. Somewhere after midday, when the sun had finally past
its zenith, I stopped to eat and drink a little, near a patch of
woodland. Having been there a while, I heard the noise of large
wooden wheel grinding away, so I turned round and saw a cart
drawing near. pulled by a donkey and occupied by a small family
of four. Father, mother and two daughters. The girls seemed to me
to be about thirteen and fifteen years of age. They were also
gorgeous, just starting to bloom with angelic features and slim,
athletic bodies, covered not entirely effectively by their
garments. Not that everything was on display, but I could get a
pretty clear picture of the basics. They seemed to be having the
same idea as me, stopping the car t and getting out food and
water. I was on the other side of some woods and I didn't
particularly feel the need to communicate with them, so I just
sat and occasionally watched. It turned out to be a fascinating
show. After the meal, the family rested until the girls started
to ask again and again if they could sunbathe. Eventually their
mother said yes and, not having waited for the 's' to finish, the
girls were on their feet and busily removing their clothes. I got
interested. Without their clothes, on full display, the girls
were everything their forms had suggested when they were clothed:
young, athletic girls just blooming into womanhood which, judging
by their mother, wouldn't do them any harm. Somehow, like their
mother, they had a hint of Asian blood in them, rendering their
skins a slightly dark tone and their eyes an almond shape. They
lay themselves down on the grass, exposing their private parts by
slightly spreading their legs. I took in the sight, finding mysel
f somewhat compelled to look.

Being young and (very) healthy, the girls were unable to lie
still for too long. They jumped up again and started running
around, chasing each-other in some game or another. I started to
make up explanations for my presence should they stumble upon me,
but they went in the other direction. The younger girl ran on,
disturbing a young deer and frightening it. The rest of the
family started to call her to leave the animal alone, but the
girl didn't listen, engrossed in her game of chase. Suddenly the
mother deer appeared from behind the bushes and charged. The girl
shrieked and ran for her life, taking the shortest route to the
cart, where the father and mother had grabbed sticks and a scythe
to scare the deer. Unfortunately for the girl, the shortest route
led right through a thorny field of plants and she uttered little
yelps as the thorns cut her naked flesh, twice, she tripped and
fell face down in the thorns, getting up again, with ever more
blood-red marks on her young ski n. She had tears in her eyes but
ran on for sheer life. When the girl and the chasing deer got
close enough, the family started throwing things to scare the
deer. Since that didn't seem to work, I decided to step in. I
threw a bag of special herbs that exploded with a little bang and
a very bright flash. That did the trick. Blowing through its
nostrils, the deer turned and ran the other way. To convince the
animal, I threw another bag.

All the family members looked around at me with big startled
eyes, explosions and flashes aren't a common scene, after all. I
couldn't immediately take my eyes off the youngest girl, standing
there, panting, bleeding from countless little wounds that
covered all of her body, including her very private parts and
looking at me with tear-drenched and still scared-looking eyes. I
tore away my gaze to encounter the older sister and with supreme
will power tore away my gaze again. Having recovered from the
initial shock, the family members started to thank me abundantly
for saving their daughter's life. They inquired whether the herbs
I'd used were valuable. In truth, I stated that they were quite
valuable, but not irreplaceable and that my supply was more than
ample. Nevertheless, the parents turned on their youngest and
started to make reproaches: that she'd put herself and the whole
family in danger, that she'd cost me a great deal of money and
that they hadn't anything to repay me. They concluded that she'd
need to be punished. I first mentioned that the running through
the thorns was a punishment in itself and the elder sister
started to caress her younger sister's tormented skin. My eyes
followed her hands for a moment and I noticed that both their
private parts were reddening a little and were becoming
moderately but distinctly moist... The father stood by his
decision and insisted that I'd be given a go at her, too, to
compensate at least a little for my cost. When he subsequently
produced a very familiar looking whip - the same type used in the
village I had visited the previous week, I gave in to my
instincts. First, however, the girl was to be beaten by her
sister, who got visibly very excited by the prospect. She
couldn't help but touch her almost hairless slit, drawing
moisture from it. The youngest girl, looking at her sister and me
with a strange mixture of fear and excitement took her position,
bending over deep against one of the whee ls and spreading her
legs wide. She provided access to her most sensitive parts and it
didn't go unnoticed. Her parents complimented her. Her sister
took her position behind her and lashed out mercilessly. A yelp,
a shudder and a quickly disappearing red line. Another whack, and
another, the youngest girl started crying again, her older sister
was looking at her with pure lust. The sixths lash was her last,
though, and with a blush on her cheeks and on her labia, she gave
the whip to me. The father instructed me to take another six
whacks, but maybe try something different than the lashes across
the bum of the girl. I am not unexperienced in lashings, as is
any person of my age, and I set to work. The whip hit the ass
crack and the tender vulva, already scratched by the thorns. The
girl yelped loudly, but the rest were looking on admiringly, the
other sister now working permanently on her soaking wet cunt. The
other lashes were variations on the theme, hitting sometimes more
of the buttocks, at one time only hitting the vulva hard. To my
surprise, the whip was wet after that lash...

I had finished and the girl stood back up, her face wet with
tears, but looking at me gratefully. Her sister started soothing
and caressing her, and I produced an ointment from my bag that
would heal the wounds quickly. The elder sister jumped on the
opportunity and started massaging it lovingly into her little
sister's skin. She payed special attention to her small breasts
and nipples that were erect by now, then she worked her way down
until she started rubbing the young girl between her legs,
fondling the clit and sticking one or two fingers in the opening.
The young girl sighed, started to moan and wriggled under the
loving attention of her older sister. Little time later, the girl
came, contorting her angelic face and yelping so loud it was
almost shouting. I couldn't count the times she came, but
eventually she settled down, satisfied and dreamy, loved by her
sister. The spectacle had put my member on full salute, a fact
that my clothes could barely hide. The older girl looked at my
crotch and said that maybe this had become something of an ordeal
in itself. Since she was responsible, she said, she would have to
deal with it. With that, she pushed her nude form against me, I
lay my hands on her warm skin and caressed it, feeling her taut
buttocks and smooth back. In the background the parents had
retreated behind the cart and were making love to each-other. I
stripped most of my clothes, taking care that I knew where my bag
was and leaned on crooked tree that provided comfortable support
while my member stood swinging in the air before me. With greedy
eyes, the girl moved near, sank on her knees and leveled her face
with my penis. Then she opened her mouth and slid it in, slowly,
working her tongue and stopping occasionally. She kept going
after each pause and eventually I felt the tip reach the back of
her throat. She gagged, but controlled it, took a breath and
lunged her head forward, wrapping her narrow throat around my
penis and causi ng me to grunt. She worked my member with her
throat, lips and tongue and did so masterfully. I was getting
close to coming, but I had other plans and moved her face back,
pulling out. Her hand that had been working her pussy frantically
stopped and she looked at me with surprise. She managed to ask me
whether she was disappointing to which I could only laugh in
disbelief and assure her that quite the opposite was true. I
wanted, however to make her feel good, too, giving me time to
cool off a little and giving me the pleasure of seeing a
beautiful girl come. So I got her up and kissed her. Then kissed
her neck while fondling her bum and moving to her vulva. She
tilted her hip bone to give me access. Kissing her, I worked her
pussy, getting her ever closer. She panted and moaned but stopped
me, stated that she was close to coming and asked me to penetrate
her to make her come with my penis in her. I was more than happy
to oblige and positioned the tip against her soaked labi a,
slowly pushing in. As soon as she felt me, she started to come,
so I pushed the last bit in with one big lunge, making her shout
and come even more. I felt her vaginal muscles contract randomly
around my penis as she came at least twice. Exhausted, she
dismounted me and sat down to catch her breath, looking at me
very gratefully. Then she got to her knees again and slid my
penis in her willing mouth, again going all the way, pressing her
delicate nose in my pubic hair and working me to my own orgasm,
which came and overtook me like a tidal wave. I filled her mouth
with my semen, making her gag a little. Some of it spilled out by
the side of her mouth. Grinning, she stood up and made a bit of a
show of swallowing the last gulp.

A few hours later, we were all heading in the same direction, and
made good time. The cart carried our luggage. Come nightfall, We
settled and made camp for the night. My new companions were eager
to hear of my experiences in the village of the wicked sister and
the Egyptian Princess, so we settled round the fire and I started
to recount. The first day, and night, and then the rest of the
week, including the monthly scores of minor and less minor
misdemeanors by the children of the village and the spectacle of
their punishment...