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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Stepsister - Part 8


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O-2000 - Part 8 (Fdom/f, ws, hum, s&m)
By "SafeWord"


Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words 
              than I'll ever manage:
          to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
          to: "O"

Chapter 8: Rings: V Help (ver by Be.) Help (ver. by T.T.)
***

I hear a new voice from close by "Thanks Cindy, I've got 
it," and I am pulled firmly by the leash into the room 
across the hall. The door is closed behind me. I hear 
Cindy from the hall, "Don't tell me you were sleeping?" 
and giggles from the twins.

Twins! I think they were anyway? The bodies under my 
lips, felt, smelled, tasted the same. Wow!

My new mistress gives me no time to ponder.

I am jerked back to awareness of the present. Pulled 
further into the room and ordered down on all fours.
A pair of feet is placed on my naked back. Her heels 
crossed, resting on me, digging in me, using me as a 
footrest.

Time passes with no commands given, no orders, silence.
I hear the pages of a book being turned. The flick of a 
lighter, smell of the cigarette mixed with the faint wisp 
of a cinnamon based perfume.

I count the pages being turned and turn my mind into the 
piece of furniture I have become.

A human footstool.

Time drags on.

A jerk of the chain and I am hauled up to my feet, lead 
back to the kitchen and retied.

My body untouched, lips, mouth unused. Puzzled? I drift 
into a doze on the cold floor. Only to be awoken by my 
gentle former lovers.

"Angel, wake up Dear, Cindy says you can spend the rest 
of the night with us. The others have all crashed, too 
much wine, too horny to wait! Fingers do your stuff!"

With giggles the twins lead me back into their bed. I 
feel their hot naked bodies, hands lips on me. Stoking 
warming my skin. 

"Good back to sleep Angel."

They press around me and snuggle me to contented 
nothingness. We sleep.

A gentle kiss to my neck awakens me. The room is lighter 
even though the mask.

"Angel we have to go, our Dad is taking us hiking and 
wants us home early. We're going to let you sleep here.
They kiss me Goodbye and leave the room. I hear them 
leave in a car. I doze back off.

The patter of bare feet on the floor and a jerk on my 
leash calls me back awake.

"Come on!"

I am quickly led, stumbling into another room and briskly 
ordered "Kneel!" A tile floor is under my knees; my 
sleepy face is pulled into a moist pussy, held there. Hot 
wetness splashes on my face, into my mouth."

"Swallow it Slut!"

I drink her as ordered.

She finishes and pushes my face away from her. A towel is 
shoved into my hands.

"Clean yourself. Come on."

As I pat my face dry, she hauls me back out, down the 
familiar hall and into the kitchen.

 I am retied to the door.

"This is where you belong, Dog."

And leaves me. The smell of cinnamon, piss on the moist 
towel, I inhale the odours deeply.

I stand and listen to the sounds of another car leaving.

In a few minutes, Cindy, comes and gets me. She leads me 
to another room and removes my ropes, mask, stocking. My 
shoes have gone astray somewhere. She helps me into a hot 
shower and after I'm washed she dries me off. My tired 
body is assisted into a fresh, clean bed.

"Get some sleep Honey, you've had enough, I'll lock the 
door, no one will bother you."

She leaves, I drift into a dreamless sleep.

Later in the morning I awaken to the sound of cars 
pulling away from Cindy's home. I find my clothing on the 
bed beside me. Tracy must have packed me a pair of my 
jeans and a tanktop. Cindy has found them and laid them 
out for me. I dress myself and find the bedroom door is 
now open. My back, body is stiff. My backside is badly 
bruised, black and blue in colour. Sometime while I 
slept, Cindy has reapplied some more of the medicated 
lotion. The cream on me is still moist, soothing.

I walk down the hall into the kitchen. Cindy is having a 
coffee and offers me one. I never drink coffee but take 
one anyway. The strong sweet liquid, caffeine pours 
strength into me.

Cindy asks me how I feel but I don't answer just give her 
a grimace smile. We talk of nonsense things, the weather, 
a TV show. Avoiding discussion of the happenings of the 
night before. She is wearing a medium length skirt with a 
matching haltertop and her belly button ring is 
displayed. The small thin gold ring has a bead in its 
loop. It mesmerizes me, triggers ideas in my mind. 

I ask her where she had it done and she says a guy on the 
other side of town. 

Cindy says. "Why? Do you want one?"

"No, not there."

"Where, your ears? Any hair shop can do that."

"No, I want to have rings in other places, like some of 
the punkers do. You know, on my breasts and down there."

"You gonna be a punker? Now?"

"No, I want... slave rings like some books say."

A pause.

"You're still serious about this slave shit thing aren't 
you? Even after last night? Look Honey why don't you just 
forget about that and just get a little ring like mine if 
you like flash."

"It's okay, I'll get someone to do it, or do it myself."

Cindy gets angry "No you Fuckin well won't, that's 
Goddamn stupid, if you don't know what you're doing you 
can really hurt yourself or get and infection or 
something. There's only one guy in this town that could 
do that sort of thing properly and he probably wouldn't 
touch you at your age.

I ponder that and I guess I pout.

Cindy lifts my head up with her hand and I look at her 
concerned face.

"Honey, It would really hurt! You know!"

A smile creeps across my face and her eyes open wide.

"Oh God! You're some twisted kid. You seriously want to 
have, that, done?"

My silence an affirmative answer.

Another long pause staring into my dead serious eyes.
Cindy lets out a breath of air, "Ok, I'll at least make 
sure it's done right, Tim owes me a few favours anyway, 
I've shoved enough of my friends bodies at him to make 
his fortune, piercing em. Get your things; I'll get the 
car and lock up. You got any money? It's expensive."
My disappointed," no."

"Ah hell! Don't worry about it, my treat, services 
rendered kinda thing." 

She stops me and holds my arms. "No I don't mean that 
Honey, You, are the sweetest Treat around here and the 
girls will be talking about you, forever! But.... I don't 
think Tracy is ever gonna let us be together again once 
she sees that ass of yours. She may not like the ring 
idea, either! I've gone and screwed it between her and me 
for good, I guess? I wish that us three could somehow 
work it out but wishing don't get you shit. Anyway, at 
least, you can be happy. If you still wanna do this?

I think that I'm still pretty damn angry with Tracy but 
I'm not at you anymore, not a bit. I kinda would like you 
to like me, if you could?"

My smile at her warms her face.

"Ok then, lets go, he opens at 10 and there's something 
I'm gonna pick up first.

I grab my stuff and find Cindy waiting for me in the car. 
We drive to a part of town with small exclusive shops on 
narrow winding roads. Cindy parks the car and tells me 
"back in a bit." She is gone a long time into a small 
jewelry store. 

Climbs back into the car and flings a small plastic bag 
in my lap.

"Yours Hon, hope you like em."

I open the bag and remove a jewelry case. Inside the case 
are five gold rings of similar thickness but two sizes. I 
hold up one of the larger rings, it is about two inches 
wide and drinking straw thick. Its heavy weight in my 
hand surprises me.

"Nipple ring Honey, Ok for you with those perky tits of 
yours."

I replace the ring in its velvet and lift out one of the 
three smaller rings. It is one inch wide and gleams in 
its golden hue.

"That's for your.... your.... Oh Hell! Your clit and one 
for each pussy lip." if you want?

We dissolve into laughter and she drives, not too far, 
deeper into the shopping district. She says, "lets go" 
and we get out. I stand and look at the neat well-
appointed shops. My eyes searching for the classic seedy 
look of a tattoo shop, windows plastered with skulls, 
crosses, hearts, snakes. The mass's vain trivial attempts 
to duplicate classic art on their skin.

Instead I follow her into a store that looks like a 
Dentist office. 

The interior is neat, clean, a young man wearing a white 
shirt, tie sits behind a desk reading a newspaper, The 
Times, I note.

The man (Tim?) greets Cindy as a friend, places the paper 
down and motions us to two chairs at the desk front. 

"More rings Cindy? You're out of room. Grow another ear, 
first!"

They laugh and Cindy explains "No, Tim Not for me, my 
friend here, wants something special done."
"Special?"

Cindy takes the bag from my hands and passes it to Tim.
He opens the jewelry case, looks at me and then hard at 
Cindy.

" I know, what these are Cindy, but I can't work on her, 
she's too young, what is she fourteen?"

"She's sixteen and I think seventeen soon, Tim, I 
wouldn't ask but she says she will do it herself or have 
someone else do it if you won't."

"Then! She'll hurt herself bad or someone else will. 
There's no one else who does this stuff around here that 
I'd let touch me, let along pierce me." to me " Forget It 
Kid....this ain't a good idea, this style of ring is 
removable but the holes are there on you FOREVER and I 
could lose my license, be sued by your parents, Hell 
maybe get five years. Nope. Sorry, not me. Come back in a 
few years."

"Tim, remember that story you told me about that guy you 
did the penis ring for. And how he liked it so much that 
he tried to put some more on himself and the mess he 
made."

"Yeah but he was a frigging masochist and an idiot. He 
couldn't afford me so he butchered himself self trying 
too..."

Cindy interrupts him, " Tim. From what I've seen, she's a 
lot like or worst than, that guy. Really! I think so 
anyway."

He looks at Cindy, her and my serious faces, "Shit, Ok 
point taken." to me softly. "Kid, I ain't gonna ask why 
you want these on you, not with what I've seen others do 
to themselves. I don't have the proper professional 
skills to counsel you, either. But, can't you wait, 
awhile?"

My silence, my answer.

"Cindy? She needs... help, you know."

"Don't We All!?"

He looks long at me and then away saying under his 
breath, "Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt."
I do not recognize the reference and he gets up and comes 
around the desk, over to the door and locks it. He flips 
a sign on the door, Closed and drops Venetian blinds. 

"Cindy if she talks, you and I are in a shitload of 
trouble!"

"She won't Tim, she wouldn't say a word" and softly, 
kinda to herself "not even if it killed her. Not to."
Tim shakes his head.

"Ok, lets it done then," and mummers another obscure 
quotation to himself in a low voice. "Let me sit heavy on 
thy soul tomorrow! Thinking, how thou stab'dst me in my 
prime of youth." 

He motions us to the back of the shop though a doorway 
into another room.

The room is a surgical theatre, spotless clean, chromed 
steel counters with laid out covered instruments 
surrounding a doctors pelvic exam table. He removes the 
rings, from the case and places them in a instrument 
sterilization unit. 

"God, knows where these have been, new or not, they'll be 
sterile in about 10 minutes. He flips a switch, turning 
the unit on.

He then goes to a drawer and removes a hospital gown 
wrapped in plastic. 

"Get her changed into this, I'll get some things ready. 
Change room is over there. Opening goes to the front."

When Cindy and I return I am wearing the green gown 
backwards to normal, it is still too small even for me to 
close properly and short. I wonder to myself, why do they 
make them like that? Tim has on a full surgical gown and 
mask, now down. The smell of iodine is in the room. His 
scrubbed hands are stained brown with antiseptic 
solution. He motions me to sit on the edge of the table 
and hands me a small surgical mask to put on. He kicks a 
stool close to me and sits between my legs his eyes level 
with my chest. 

Looks at me, "Ok Kid last chance? No shame in backing out 
now. Many have."

I move my hands and open my gown. My answer given by 
revealing my waiting body to his eyes.

His eyes leave mine and drift down across my form, "I 
Karumba, mucho pretty senorita."

Cindy voice behind me "Tim! I thought you were supposed 
to be gay?' They laugh.

"Well, I just might switch back if this lass takes a 
liking to me. You have a perfect body, little one. Got a 
Brother?"

We all laugh then he puts up his mask, picks up new latex 
surgical gloves and pulls them on.

" Now this stuff will numb most of the pain but maybe not 
all, I can give you a needle if you want?"

"No, no needle, nor that either."

He snorts "Sorry Honey, pain may be your thing but, not 
mine." and in a gentler voice. "I have to put to numb you 
Honey, you can't help but try to move away otherwise. I 
need you numb and holding still to work properly. Anyway, 
You get to watch, that'll have to be enough, pretty 
little pervert."

I smile down at him and he begins to apply the numbing 
solution and a alcohol soaked swab to my breast. I put on 
the mask.

His hands on me are firm, strong but so gentle.
He watches my eyes as he works, concern for me evident in 
his look.

I only watch the steel as it pierces the flesh of my 
nipple and reappears on the other side bearing a hint of 
blood.

Experience pressure, no pain. Disappointment at the 
absence of a longed for friend.

He slides a small stainless steel pin like a little bolt 
though my new body opening. "This is just till you stop 
bleeding." but there is none to stop. His skill to avoid 
such, is perfection.

I watch as he pierces my other nipple. Inspects his 
craftsmanship. I thrill to the touch of his hands, his 
clean cologne male scent coming to me under the strong 
antiseptic smell.

He has me lie on my back on the table and tells me to put 
my heels in the accessory stirrups. Standing up he kicks 
the stool over between my wide spread legs. For the first 
time in my life I am spread open, available, ready for 
the hands, eyes of a man. He bends to his work and I feel 
his fingers in my folds, pulling on my clit. I raise 
myself up on my elbows to watch him touch me. He holds up 
and looks at his hand, the fingers of the latex glove 
glisten with my moisture.

Cindy's voice "told you, she likes stuff like this."

He bends back to his work "Hmm. Yup. Sure wish she had a 
brother." He applies iodine and the mumbling solution 
between my legs. It tingles and deadens the nerves, shuts 
down my visible desire. More disappointment from the loss 
of feeling, but a good thing though! The touch of his 
male hands, starting to make my hips move around of their 
own accord.

So much for wondering about me being a lesbian only, I 
think. Guess, I like males too!

Pressure on my body parts, numbness, I feel my flesh 
pulled around between my legs. Feel, coolness of steel, 
can't see because of his head blocking my vision, again 
no pain.

He rises, "Ok lets get the rings on you."

Tim walks to the sterilizer unit and removes the gold 
rings. They sit gleaming, sparkling on a glass tray. He 
returns to me and inspects his work, twisting my breasts, 
side to side. He removes the temporary pins and then his 
latex gloves. He picks up one of the nipple rings and 
inspects it closely, then he presses the ring hard in one 
section and it springs open, about a « inch. 

"Big rings like this open easy but those small ones are a 
pain in the ass." I watch his hands insert the first ring 
into me, though me, the gold still warm from cleaning. 
Mild pain in my nipple as the numbing is now wearing off. 
My other breast receives the same treatment, the same 
badge of office, the same decoration of feudalistic 
service.

My lower body is attended to. Tim cursing at a smaller 
stubborn ring that refuses to open, an exasperated "This 
dam one is broken it won't...." then "oops wrong side, 
there it goes. How are you doing anyway? Any pain yet?"
I tell him "no." Lying to him, holding my body still for 
him. I now can feel everything, the numbness almost all 
gone, my breasts waking up, sore, hurting, throbbing 
messages of pain travel up to my brain., My clit swollen 
with desire, thrill to, his hands, his touch, the rings, 
the sensation of pain. 

His voice from far away, concerned, "Hello There. You 
OK?"

Cindy's laughing, "Leave her alone silly, she's getting 
off! You Nut!"

"She is? You are?!" Hmm! Guess, I should charge you extra 
for that little thrill, up you go Pet, easy now."

I am assisted up, walked over to a mirror, stand and gaze 
at my body now festooned with golden jewelry that draws 
the eye to my points of pleasure. I listen with half an 
ear as Tim lectures me on how to keep the rings clean, 
what drugs to take to handle any pain, how to avoid 
infection, how to remove the rings, to keep moving them 
around to avoid setting problems, what to do to maintain 
the openings if I am going to be without wearing them for 
a long time. 

I listen brain numb, standing in front of the mirror, 
STARING at MY RINGS!!!!! thrilled by my new... 

Slave's, Undress, Dress, Uniform.

I put on my clothes. Tim is paid. Cindy has to use her 
credit card. Calls him a Crook. He calls her a Bitch. 
Tells him she wants a Kickback on the business she sends 
him. Tells her that all she'll get is a Kick from him. 
They chuckle, good friends.

Cindy has me hustle, time has moved on into the 
afternoon.

As we leave the shop. Tim says serious "Please, Take care 
little one, your pushing way ahead of your time.

I hope these, please you. If you must have more, come 
back to me, just me! OK!? I wouldn't recommend any more, 
except earrings." and then smiling "Ring me up when you 
get older Honey, Bring your Brother!" and collapses into 
a chair, laughing. 

Cindy "Turd!" Us laughing also.

We drive back to Cindy's home to wait for Tracy. Stopping 
once, while, Cindy darts into the same jewelry shop where 
she had purchased the rings. She comes back out of the 
shop in a minute. Hoping in she drives us back to her 
place. She tells me that Tim was a third year med student 
planning to be a surgeon but dropped out as he couldn't 
stand the night shift thing at the hospital. She said he 
had a wealthy clientele and was making as much as a 
surgeon anyway because his reputation for no 
complications developing afterward, was so good.

We sit parked in her car, in her driveway, waiting for 
Tracy's arrival. She says "Honey slide down your pants a 
second."

Thinking she wants to look at my rings, I am surprised 
when she takes another jewelry box out of her purse and I 
see the flash of gold in her hand. She has me spread my 
legs and leans over me, fumbling, attaching something to 
my lower rings.

"They frigging Are, hard to open!" I hear from the back 
of her head and feel her hands spread my legs father 
open. Then "There! That's got em," and she leans further 
over and gives me a smack sounding kiss on my pussy. 

"Never did get to kiss this sweet little thing. Better 
not now, looks like you are swollen down there. Oh well!"
She lifts up and pulls my jeans back up onto my hips. She 
tells me to do up my pants.

We sit in her car enjoying the heat of the sun and the 
radio playing older tunes. She smokes a cigarette as I 
sit and watch her arms motions, her body's lines, her 
legs under her skirt, her foot movements. She sees me 
watching her.

"What?"

I say nothing, she goes on smoking, looking out the 
window. Glances at her wristwatch.

"Just about an hour yet." She looks over at me, still, 
watching her. Makes a decision. Throws her cigarette out 
the window, reaches under her skirt, lifts her hips and 
slides her panties down and off her ankles. She throws me 
her panties, "put these in your bag, Honey." They have 
her name embroidered on them. When I look up from 
stuffing her underwear into my overnight bag, she has 
turned her body to face me. One of her legs is on the 
seat, her skirt pulled up, her gapping wetness exposed."

I stare at her body, her open pussy.

"Feel lickerish Angel? Anything you want to do, while we 
wait?"

I slide off the seat unto the car floor on my knees unto 
my knees. She moves her hips closer toward my open mouth.

"Keep your hands behind your back Honey. Long strokes. We 
have, lots, of time."

Much later, I am lying flat on my back on the hot car 
seat, Cindy's hips, her pussy is sitting, rocking, moving 
slowly on my face. My tired mouth, tongue is gently 
lapping, nibbling on her now well-satisfied cunt. I do 
not hear Tracy's car pull up. My hearing muffled by 
Cindy's flesh, her trapping legs. 

"Where's my sister? " Tracy's voice from far away.

"Here" Cindy's hips keep moving, sliding, grinding down 
on my mouth. 

The sound of car door slamming. Tracy voice closer, 
"Where?" 

Cindy's hips lift up and off my face. I look up and Tracy 
is at the car window. Her eyes flash with fire, Her 
fingers extend, spread, nails poised to claw, destroy. 

I start to sit up and Cindy moves off my body. I rise 
between them lifting my arms preventing Tracy from 
attacking Cindy.

Tracy tells me to get out and drags me out of Cindy's car 
by my arm. Cindy tosses my bag to me. I stand and protect 
Cindy and Tracy from each other. 

Tracy is going to say something but I interrupt. "Tracy, 
can we go home? I'm tired!" She looks at me, softens and 
we get in her car. Cindy calls to us, "Aren't you 
forgetting something Sugar?" She walks over to the car 
and tosses a bag in my lap. "There's your tape. Kids" and 
more softly to me alone "Goodbye Angel, I'll miss you. 
Take care."

Tracy is stilled, puzzled by my look and Cindy's soft 
words. She forces the car into gear and out of Cindy's 
driveway.

Cindy lied, my hands can feel two tapes in the thin 
plastic bag.

The trip home is made in dead silence.

Mom and Dad are out again and Tracy takes me in the house 
and when we are alone in our room, has me take off my 
clothes.

She kneels in front of me inspecting the bruises on my 
ass, lightly fingers and closely examines my rings, the 
tag things. Tears run down her cheeks and she is sobbing, 
cursing Cindy, sniffing, crying. Her voice pained. "How 
could she? Oh! How could she? Do these come off?" I brush 
away her angry hands before she tears the rings out of my 
flesh by force. Her crying, her emotional pain, hurting 
me more than the rings do, the pain of the piecing now 
just a dull ache. A pain I can, bear, proudly. 

I have some trouble but manage to remove the rings one 
after another placing each in Tracy's extended hand. The 
two bottom rings each have a gold metal tag. She takes 
them from me, looks at them and walks over and to the 
washroom and throws them in the wastebasket. Tracy then 
pours me a hot bath, crying quietly to herself 
continuously. While I soak in the hot tub she finds 
Cindy's panties and once more breaks into cursing her 
former lover. "You'll pay for this, you Dam Bitch, You'll 
pay. I swear it!"

I remain silent. I did not know how to explain to Tracy 
that not all of what she thought had happened to me, was 
Cindy's idea or fault. I was so tired I just let her rant 
on, telling myself, I'd try and talk to her about it 
tomorrow. I was pretty sure that she would never accept 
Cindy's rings on me but maybe she could get me her own 
rings for me to wear? 

She got me out of the tub and into our bed. Telling me to 
get some sleep. As I lay in bed, I could hear her in the 
next room. I got up thinking to speak with her but 
stopped at the room's door. The TV was on and Tracy was 
watching the new tape. 

From the TV Cindy's voice "No...She isn't...She's a 
Slave...She's called Angel...She's borrowed...Our's 
tonight."

Tracy was crying deeply. 

I was getting sad also but for my sister, not for me. I 
could not go to her, I just left her alone with her 
misery.

I went into our washroom and removed my rings from the 
wastebasket.

I held the tags still attached up to the light to look at 
them. They had writing carefully engraved.

One said, "TRACY'S."

The other, "CINDY WAS HERE."

I tucked them in my pillow and went to sleep. A sad smile 
on my face.
 
Continued in part 9...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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