I wasn't looking forward to going home. Don't get me wrong, I love my fiance (she's just as warped as I am)., it's just that ever since her sister moved in with us, our lives have been a living hell. She is the biggest bitch I've ever, ever had to deal with, a true happy princess, sweet sixteen and as sour, sarcastic, and foul as any girl or woman I've met. Her mother and father, while treating my fiance like the proverbial worthless daughter they wished they had killed at birth, gave her sister everything, and allowed her everything. It was also unfortunate that she was so stunningly beautiful, or else her peers might have taken her down a notch or two. As it was, they worshipped her.

Let me just conclude that she was demanding, petulant, cruel, and an expert at certain mind-games. In other words, my fiance and I were always on the defensive, a mentally and physically draining experience. If it were not for my fiance's belief in taking care of family (her sister had stormed out on her parents after learning they were divorcing), I would have sent her packing months ago.

So when I opened the door to our apartment I was thinking "six months and counting" as I dragged my weary body into the living room.

"Hello? Tasha?" I called out, not seeing my fiance.

"In the bedroom," she answered, and I was surprised I didn't see, or hear, Tammy, the terror.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag in the entryway before stepping out onto the rich ivory carpet of the living room, gazing longingly at the white leather couch which sat against the wall. I perked up a little as I made my way between the entertainment center and the coffee table-- a very tasteful choice by Tasha--thinking that maybe Tammy was gone, and we could take advantage of the alone time--it had been over three months.

I stopped in shock as I opened the door to the bedroom. Sitting there, unwillingly, on our bed, a queen sized jewel with a hunter green comforter that seemed to shine in the light, was Tammy, her dark, asian eyes widening in surprise and horror as she saw me, a bleep coming from behind the tape covering her mouth, tape which bulged with a large ball gag stretching her jaws wide.

I glanced quickly over to my fiance, who was slumped in one of the two straight-backed wooden chairs we had set in the corner, one leg hanging over the leg of it. She merely smiled at me and nodded toward her sister.

I looked back at the little horror, seeing her sitting there on her heels, her thighs spread wide, noticing the complete bondage for the first time. Around her throat was a black leather collar about three inches wide, and I recognized it as the one supporting four metal loops for attaching various ties. A thin rope ran from the right side of the collar to wrap around one of the overhead beams of the ceiling (we have a very nice apartment), forcing Tammy's head to tilt to the left. Her long, blue-black hair, shining in the soft light of our lamp, was pulled away from her face and tied together at just below her neck by a large, blue bow, before spilling down to gently brush the bed.

I stepped around behind her, finding myself becoming increasingly aroused as she squirmed on the bed, plaintive grunting sounds coming from her throat. Through the thin gauze of her hair, I saw that her wrists were bound cunningly behind her and lifted up to the small of her back, a loop of rope attaching to one of the loops in her collar. Tasha had outdone herself.

Her skirt, a light navy blue with pleats, was arranged so it fanned out beneath her, covering halfway down her truly gorgeous thighs and covering her feet completely. I did notice, however, a thin cord running along the bed from beneath the back of her skirt to be tied to the base of the headboard, a beautiful piece of light wood furniture decorated with carvings of mermaids sitting on rocks amid the ocean. If I knew my fiance at all, Tammy's large toes were tied together beneath her, and any pulling forward would cause her biting pain in her toes.

Tasha had dressed her in a navy blouse--I don't know where she got it--complete with a light blue tie. Her breasts, B's looking large on such a slender girl, pressed provocatively to either side of the tie, and the thin white blouse fell to cover the waistband of her pleated blue skirt. Her skirt was laid out in a circle around her bound form, half covering her thighs, a rich light brown, dipping slightly between them as they were pulled wide by ropes looped around her knees. Looped twice just below her bent kneecap, each rope was attached to the wooden frame of the bed, keeping her thighs wide apart, ready, I was sure, for whatever perverted pleasure I could devise for myself, and my fiance's sister.

"The bow's a nice touch," I said as I sat down next to my nearly sister-in-law.

"Thanks," she responded, not moving as I reached for Tammy's tie, pinching the knot between my fingers, seeing fear rise in her beautiful eyes as I began working the knot loose. It was then I noticed a rope attached to the front loop of the collar, and I smiled inwardly. She began twisting and squirming in her bonds, her grunts coming more frequent and loader as I pulled the knot about halfway down the tie and began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling the warmth of her neck as I popped the top button free. I unhooked the next button, exposing even more of her soft, warm flesh. I ran my the back of my hand across her upper chest, avoiding the rope which split it in two, enjoying the feel of her taunt, youthful, skin, ignoring her squirming and bleating as I unbuttoned the third button.

Tammy had her eyes closed and tears began flowing down her cheeks, occasional sobs wracking her body, as I finished opening her blouse, exposing her young, bound breasts--my fiance's handwork--and her firm, flat, narrow stomach. My fiance had outdone herself. From what I could see she had accomplished this masterpiece with one length of rope, rope which I could tell was somewhat abrasive, and would definitely leave marks. One loop went around her waist, pulling at the skin with its tightness, and supported a strand which ran down beneath her skirt and one which ran up between her breasts, where it knotted and went up to attach to her collar. From the knot between her breast four loops stretched out, above and below each breast, digging deep into the tender skin, squeezing her tits, making them bulge out before running around her back.

I couldn't help myself as I ran my hands over her twin mounds--I had always fantasized about taking a young girl against her will, about binding her and forcing her to scream her lungs out in pain and pleasure--I just never thought it would be my fiance's sister. My cock was throbbing in my pants as I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.

"You deserve this, you fucking little cunt. You deserve every single thing I'm about to do to your body. This is your commupance."

With that I reached over to the nightstand beside our bed and slid two of the clothespins Tasha had placed there, I'm sure, for just the use I intended them. I leaned down and carefully, holding her still as she tried to jerk her breasts away, placed my mouth over her nipple, softly sucking on it, my mouth taken with the wonderful flavor of her skin. It was like warm flan, smooth and creamy and fresh as I slid her nub across my lips and tongue. As her nipple hardened I ran the tip of my tongue along the side of her nipple, feeling the little ridges tighten as I teased her young flesh, exploring every nook and cranny of her small pink nub.

I pulled reluctantly away and looked into her face, seeing tears still streaking her beautiful cheeks as she breathed heavily through her nose, her eyes closed tight, her long lashes gorgeous on her face. I gripped her breast in my hand and waited until she opened her eyes before I opened one of the clothespins I had taken. I noticed that my fiance had chosen the cruel ones, the ones which had had their pinching ends filed into three teeth to apply the pressure over a small surface area. Tammy shook her head back and forth, shaking, pleading with me with her eyes, as I slowly closed the gripping end over her tender nipple. Her whole body tensed as I let the pin snap shut, and a gurgling yell came from behind her gag. I sat back a little as I watched her shake in pain, my cock throbbing as her breast swayed back and forth in its bondage, the clothespin standing straight out from her body, the small bolt which could have decreased the pressure loose between the arms of the pin.

I worked the same magic on her other breast, taking my time, prolonging this for as long as I could, for I knew the mental torture was as bad as, if not worse, than the physical. When I finished I stood up and began removing my clothes, feeling her eyes, scared and filled with shame, watching as I exposed my nudity to her, my cock standing out and up, hard from the thought of what lay in store for her.

I got on my knees on the end of the bed and began to slide on my stomach toward her, my eyes on the small piece of fabric laying over her thighs. My head was between her knees and I heard her whimper, and a saw a flash as my fiance snapped a photo--I didn't know if that was such a good idea, I mean, I was raping an underaged girl, after all. It didn't matter though as I stroked her knees and thighs with my hands, nuzzling up against the smooth, young flesh of my captive, withholding the moment when I would lift her skirt and push my face against her (I guessed) virgin box. Finally her trembling and whimpering got the best of me and I slipped my head under her skirt, somewhat surprised as I noticed the four loops of ropes around both of her thighs, tying them immovably to her calves--Tasha thought of everything.

I nuzzled the smooth flesh bulging between her center and the rope, running my tongue teasingly over her soft flesh, feeling her jerk in her bonds as I slipped from thigh to thigh, my breath hot against her sex. Finally I tired of playing and scooted closer until my nose rested against her sparse pubic hair, just to the side of the rope which split her cunt and ran up her ass crack. I followed the rope lightly with my tongue, feeling her lips swollen and abraided by the coarseness of the rope, knowing that it would only make her more sensitive to my caresses. The rope knotted just where it pressed above her clitoris, and twice again in the folds of her labia, and, if I knew my lover, another knot was pressing insistently against her anus.

I moved my hands to the top of her thighs, above the ropes keeping her thighs pinned to her calves, feeling her muscles tensing and jerking as I began to gently run my pouted lips along the outside of her labia, making sure her skirt was covering my head. I inhaled deeply, drawing the sharp tanginess of her sex into my nostrils. Every time my tongue darted out to taste the clean sweetness of her cunt she jumped, making me more and more excited. I continued with my tongue, working along either side of the rope splitting her in two, slowly teasing her, slowly savoring the clean, tangy, slightly sweet, like a chinese pastry, taste of her sex, my nose tickled by her hairs.

I was rewarded some time later, I do not know how long, by at first a slight dampening of her sex, the taste of her growing stronger and sweeter. I used my nose to push the knot over her clit to one side, feeling her jerk and cry out as it mauled her sensitive flesh, and jerk again as I flicked her nub with my tongue, feeling her thighs tense around me as I carefully pressed the flat of my tongue against the side of her clit. I worked my tongue around slowly, feeling her juiced begin to flow more freely, begin to slide down my chin and be smeared against her inner thighs as I now flicked the tip of my tongue up and down her hardening clit.

She jerked again and cried out as I pushed the knot across her clit, her now more sensitized flesh screaming as the course rope dragged across it, to be quickly replaced by a muffled gasp as my lips and tongue began working her clit again, every once in a while dipping down to smear my face in the copious juices streaming from her cunt. Back and forth I ran the knot across her clit as she left a puddle from her sex soaking the comforter beneath her, and I thought about the myriad ways I could punish her for leaving such a mess, my cock throbbing in time to my thoughts and her arousal. I could feel her approach orgasm through the way she tensed her thighs and tried to thrust her groin into my face, and each time held her back--she was going to come when I wanted her to come, with my cock buried deep in her sluttish cunt pounding her brains out as she screamed in orgasm.

I brought her as close to orgasm as I dared and then stopped, pulling my head sharply from between her legs and grabbing the thin blade Tasha had left on the nightstand for me sometime while I was busy bringing her sister to a peak of lust. I watched the little slut, her eyes closed, her face flushed with lust, her lashes laying long against her cheeks, her hips grinding slowly against the rope as she sought to complete the pleasure my tongue had born in her. With one quick, easy motion I reached behind her and cut the rope which was covering the pussy and ass from the rope around her waist, pulling it slowly up the front of her skirt, seeing her eyes snap open as it dragged agonizingly across her super-sensitive flesh, listening to her high pitched grunting as she tried to jerk her hips away from the torture, knowing that this pain would only increase her pleasure once I was inside her.

When I had pulled the rope out, I cut it from the front and threw it to one side--my cock was near exploding, and my lust knew no bounds; I had to be inside her, and I had to be inside her know. I slide my body beneath her, lifting her slightly until her hips rested on mine and her feet between my thighs. The added strain this put on her body from the bondage caused her to wince, but gasp blew from her nostrils as I plunged my cock into her slick cunt. My own thighs were already covered with her juices, and yet I could not press all the way into her, she was so tight.

I thrust up again, and felt my cock slide past her tight ring of muscles and slip all the way into her pussy, her groin pressing against mine. I had to hold her there as she gasped and whimpered on the end of my cock, the velvety walls of her cunt almost too much for me. I held her still, her skirt still covering the lewd, obscene act I was performing on her unwilling body, until she quieted, her body still shaking, but her breathing evening and her whimpering quieting. She was a sight, her breasts heaving, the clothespins swaying on the end of her nipples, her body encircled by rope, her mouth and chin covered by tape, bulging with a ball gag, her long hair, held together by the large blue bow, spread to her side as her head leaned that way, her eyes tightly shut as flashes of passion and pain flashed across her young, beautiful, happy face.

My hands slipped under her skirt and I pressed my thumbs against her clit as I began to slide my hips back and forth and around, prodding her cunt out as she threw back her head and grunted as my thumbs began massaging the meat around her clit, squeezing it gently between them. I worked her like that, feeling my own body begin to tingle as I teased myself inside her incredibly tight sheath, prolonging my own pleasure and keeping her from hers. She was breathing hard and fast now, trying to thrust her groin against my thumbs, her juices making both our lower bodies slick and cool.

I couldn't take it any more, and pulled out and dragged myself from under her. She moaned in frustrated pleasure as I sliced the rope holding her up as high as I could reach and pushed her onto her back, her calves still folded under her and her thighs still spread wide. I flipped up her skirt and pressed my cock against her cunt, holding it there while I looked into her eyes, eyes clouded with pleasure and lust. I tore off her gag and roughly pulled the ball out of her mouth, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Say it," I commanded, my lips inches above hers, my eyes locked on her own.

"Uh," she moaned as I slid my cock across her slit, bucking her hips against mine, trying to impale herself.

"Say it, cunt, say it."

"Fuck..." she whined, turning her head away from me. I gripped her chin and forced it back, feeling her body so slight, so small, so slender, under mine.

"Say it you little bitch!"

"Fuck me!" she gasped out, and I didn't wait. I slammed into her, her slender form arching as a half-scream half-moan escaped her lips. I grabbed her hair and pressed my lips brutally against her, jackknifing my cock in and out of her teenaged pussy as I drove my tongue into her oral cavity.

She tasted so sweet, and my whole body began to tingle, from the tips of my toes to my lips as I drove into her, shaking her lithe body with each thrust, feeling like I was possession her, engulfing her, making her mine.

She screamed into my mouth, her body as taunt as a spring and shaking like a leaf, and I felt warm liquid gush against my groin and thighs, splattering everywhere, before a short blackness covered my vision and pleasure bubbled up from my cock to spew into her depths.

I held her tight, lip locked, for long minutes, until I felt her body stop shaking, and then held her longer before pulling my softening cock from her and rolling onto my knees beside the bed.

"She's a right straight little slut, isn't she?" I heard my fiance comment acidly.

I lifted myself up onto the side of the bed, "You might say that. She certainly blew her stack like gangbusters."

"She made a mess, ejaculating everywhere," she said as she stood up, a disgusted expression crinkling her smooth face, a Polaroid dangling from her hand. She walked over to where her sister was lying, gasping in great breaths through her mouth, her eyes half lidded as she came down from her orgasmic high.

"Who told you you could make a mess of my bed," my fiance spat, gripping her sister by the hair and shoving her ball gag back into her mouth. "You little bitch, I'm really going to have to punish you now."

Tammy struggled weakly as Tasha manhandled her, untying the rope which had bound her only to retie her as I sat back in a high-backed lounge chair, my cock sluggishly stiffening as what my fiance had planned for her sister and me began to come clear.

I must admit that I was getting a rise, as sluggish and slightly painful as it was after my orgasm, out of watching my fiance manhandle her sister into what promised to be another interesting bondage position. She wasn't having much trouble, either. Not only was Tammy exhausted, Tasha topped her by almost 6 inches. At 5'7", Tasha was a big girl, and had started lifting weights over a year ago in a (so far) futile attempt to become stronger than I am. With full hips and buxom, a narrow waist, great, firm legs and beautiful features, she was a sex goddess. Her sister, on the other hand, was her complete opposite in everything but her beauty.

Slender, firm legs led to narrow hips and small, firm, round ass. Her waist was so small I could probably encircle it with my hands, and even her ribcage was narrow. Her breasts, although not large, looked so on her tiny frame, and pushed out provocatively from whatever she wore. Her face had a look of youth about it--a smooth oval with full, red lips, a delicate nose, large, asian eyes, and a continuously potty expression.

It always amazed me that two such ugly people as their parents could pop out two such gorgeous females. I shook my head with my thoughts as I began gently stroking myself back to hardness. Tasha was done now and was standing back to admire her handiwork.

"Nice job," I said, standing up and taking in the full view. Tammy was standing, her ankles spread almost three feet apart by a heavy steel spreader bar which rested on the floor between her feet. Her knees were locked straight by padded black steel cuffs, separating the line from her calves to her thighs. Her forearms were looped together as close as could be managed behind her back and pulled up, the rope around them tied to yet another convenient overhead beam, forcing her to bend over at her waist, her head slightly lower than her small, firm, round ass, which was lewdly displayed for my enjoyment and, it became apparent to me, her punishment. Tasha had removed the clips I had attached to Tammy's nipples, and now her breasts hung heavy from her chest, her small nipples hard and aching from the blood returning to them. Her long black hair was pulled back and tied around the rope which pulled up her arms, pulling her head back forcefully so that she was looking straight forward, her jaws spread wide by her gag, and her eyes frightened by what was happening to her.

"Sit back down, lover boy," Tasha snapped at me as I stood, so I did. "This bitch has to pay for destroying my nice comforter. Stupid slut," she spat, slapping her sister hard on her bare ass. With that she walked over to our closet and stepped inside. Half a minute later she reappeared holding what I affectionately named "the slapper". It was a homemade whip, of sorts. It was made out of a single piece of thin leather about six inches wide and four feet long. The top 10 to 12 inches of the leather had been spliced into three parts and wrapped around a wooden dowel, being tied in a knot at the end and soaked until it shrank around the dowel.

"The slapper" was actually one of our favorite toys: it really didn't hurt that much if you were slapped with it (although it did take some time to avoid hitting each other with the edge of the damn thing), but after a few minutes, you were on fire, and each blow was true agony. It didn't leave any lasting marks either, although it did turn flesh to a beautiful shade of red. The great thing about it was that you could custom the level of agony you inflicted by altering the number of blows.

<WHAP> the first blow landed on Tammy's upturned ass, her breath whooshing from her nose in surprise and her gorgeous young eyes widening, pleading with me to make her sister stop. Three more blows struck her ass in quick succession, making her whole body jerk in her bondage, making by cock harden even more. Tears began to fill Tammy's eyes as I continued to stroke my cock before her, Tasha laying into the back of her thighs now, the sound of leather on flesh filling the air.

Tammy's whole body began to shake and buck in agony as my fiance relentlessly beat her, her ass and thighs a bright crimson, tears coursing down her face to drip onto the slickly polished hardwood floor, ragged screams escaping from around the ball gag to join the wicked sound of leather hitting flesh, creating (for me at least) an incredibly erotic cacophony of sound.

"Tasha," I said sharply, noticing she was nowhere near stopping, "don't you think her skin looks a bit yellow?" When we were ungagged, that was our safe word, as well as our call for adventure--the proper name followed by the word yellow.

One last <WHAP> and one last agonized scream and my fiance grabbed the end of the strap, "Maybe you're right." She walked around until she was kneeling before her sister, staring straight into her tear-stained eyes, "but don't think I'm finished with you yet," she snarled.

"Bring me the jolter," she commanded me, and I whistled out loud.

"You really think she can take it?"

"Shut up and do it!" she practically screamed at me, gripping her sister's chin in her hand and shaking her head back and forth. I knew from experience that when my fiance got in a mood like this I had two options: either throw her down and rape the shit out of her, which was getting harder the stronger she became, or do what she said. I opted for the latter.

"The zapper" was another one of our homemade devices, a car battery mounted on a rather ugly piece of particle board, the wires coming from the poles run through five different resisters, each resister turned on or off by a single switch. We had split the wire into five pair of wires and attached alligator clips to each end, which in themselves were a type of torture.

I handed my fiance the zapper and walked behind her sister, enjoying the beautiful sight of her beaten ass. I ran my hands gently over her cheeks, enjoying the soft moans which escaped her lips at the pain from my touch, and the small jerking of her body away from me. My cock was at full mast now, and I slid it between her well-spread thighs, surprised to find her cunt slick and smooth.

Tammy was grunting frantically now, her slender body twisting madly back and forth as she watched her sister prepare the zapper, but I ignored her, instead feeling the inside of her thighs, my hands coming away wet with her juices. I slid my foot forward and into a puddle of slickness. I really couldn't believe it. Who would have? The little bitch of my almost sister-in-law was a hardcore masochist--usually the pleasure came only after the beating was done.

"In her ass," I heard my fiance say as she attached one of the clips to her hanging nipple, causing her to contort even more in her bonds.

I looked dubiously at Tammy's small, pink asshole, nestled lovingly between her reddened, throbbing ass cheeks, and reached for the lube. I didn't have an enormous cock, but it wasn't small either, and Tammy had the smallest, tightest asshole I'd ever seen. But hell, it would be worth a try.

Tammy began to release small cries from her throat as my fiance began to attach the final three clips to her pussy, one grabbing the flesh just below her clit and one each gripping her inner labia. I knew from my fiance how painful that was (and from some experience myself), but I didn't think Tammy had any idea of what pain she was going to experience when I had my cock up her ass.

I pushed one finger, covered with gobs of lube, into her ass, and felt it spasm around my finger, tight even with one narrow digit violating it. Her whole body jerked as Tasha hit the juice, and I knew she was feeling the kick of electricity in her most tender parts.

I prepared myself and set my cock up against that small, pink ring of flesh and began to push inward slowly, seeing her flesh resisting me as I tried to penetrate her, her flesh spasming with the continuous flow of electricity to her tits and cunt. I slapped her ass hard, my cock a solid steel pole of lust as she screamed into her gag, her ass giving a little. I slapped her ass again, muttering "bitch" under my breath as she howled in agony as her ass began to stretch around my cock.

My fingers were digging into her hips, leaving bruises as I felt my cock head slip beyond the ring of her ass, gritting my teeth at the delicious pain it was causing me. Tammy was howling constantly know, great wracking sobs coming from her throat as I violated her virgin ass, Tasha turning up the current, making her thrash about even more.

I drove relentlessly down, inch by slow and painful inch, seeming to drag her skin along with my penis. I had never ever been in a hole so tight--only once had Tasha even bound my cock this tight--it was wonderful, wonderful to be fucking this hot teenaged piece of meat who was screaming and sobbing and bucking under my onslaught.

It was so good as I slid the last inch in, my hips pressed against her cheeks, my cock buried deep into her ass. If I hadn't come earlier, I would have now, just standing there, the way her rectum was spasming in pain with my penetration and the electricity coursing through the body.

I pulled back slowly, not surprised, even will all the lube, at the thin streak of blood on my cock. I didn't care, though, this bitch was too much, too good. I was going to fuck her until I filled her full of come. I began pushing my cock slowly in, her tightness making it impossible to fuck her any faster, and dragging it out, every inch a fight, every stroke a wonderful agony for me as her rectum continued to spasm around my invading cock.

The little bitch was howling and shrieking continuously now as Tasha upped the juice one more notch and I worked in and out of her ass, her young, slender body shaking epileptically as we assaulted her sexual organs. The sound of muffled screaming and squelching and heavy breathing filled the room, along with the heady scent of sex and sweat and lust. I began to feel that familiar tingling, so akin to pain, just below my scrotum, and knew I was going to blast into her soon.

My jaw was clenched and my hands were clawed about her hips, practically dragging her off the ground with each inward thrust--I was close, so close.

I felt her ass practically squeeze my cock off and I gasped out loud, my come boiling out into her bowels as I felt her whole body tense and liquid splash at my feet, splattering me with her come. My cock was still throbbing as I held onto her, dizzy from my spending, as a steady stream of fluid hit the hardwood floor and bounced up in every direction. With a start I realized she was emptying her bladder and began slapping her ass, loath to remove my cock from her ass but pissed she was pissing on the floor.

God, Tasha hasn't cut off the juice, I thought just before Tammy practically leaped off the floor, bonds and all, and her urine stopped in midstream, to be replaced by a huge gush of come as an orgasm wracked my fiance's sister again and again until she hung limp in her bonds, her head hanging heavy against her hair.

"Jesus," was all I could say as I pulled out and stepped back, and watched as Tasha unhooked the juice, my cock quickly flagging from one of the best orgasms of my life.

Tasha grabbed her sister's hair and gently slapped her face--she had actually blown her lights out. I was still amazed as I staggered off to the bathroom to clean myself up and take a well deserved break. This was Tasha's party, anyway--let her take care of the clean up.

The End