WICKED SISTER

BY RAFAEL

[ part 1 ]

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 ha d 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...