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Subject: {ASSM} Dancer Pt 3 (M/Ff F/f BDSM WS MC) 
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 13:10:04 -0500
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Dancer Part 3

	Cindy looked at her underwear puddled on the floor of the shower, urine 
completely soaking the modified panties and sports-bra.  The thought of the 
ordeal in front of her, not to mention what she'd already been through, made 
her even more horny.  She knew that the urine combined with the roughness of 
the underclothes would make wearing the clothes very painful.  She knew that 
she wouldn't have been able to make herself do it on her own, but now she 
really didn't have a choice.  She had completely submitted to these two 
people and would follow their orders.  Of course, those kinds of thoughts 
only served to arouse her further.  She got up off her knees and picked up 
the bra.  Looking down, she saw that her breasts were swollen and red from 
the earlier contact with the wool that she had lined the too-small cups 
with.  Her breasts also had wide, dull stripes from the strap that she had 
been beaten with.  Her salty sweat, and the fact that she was somewhat 
allergic to wool had caused her small breasts to swell and sting.  After 
wearing the top earlier and having the painful nipple clamps applied by the 
man, her nipples were very swollen and extremely sensitive.  Holding her 
breath, she slid the top over her head.  She'd be right, the urine made her 
irritated skin really burn.  Yellow liquid was squeezed out of the top - it 
hadn't occurred to her to wring it out before putting it on - and streams of 
it ran down her body.  The pain made her pussy drip and reminded her that 
she still had to put on the bottoms.

	The rough rope she had wrapped around the crotch to irritate her cunt 
didn't soak up the piss the way the wool had, but her sensitive lips were 
swollen and puffy from her arousal and the strap and her clit was no longer 
hidden by the hood.  She slid her hand over her sex and shuddered from the 
feeling.  She couldn't believe that she was still this aroused.  She 
continued to rub her fingers over herself, enjoying how her burning breasts 
and sore pussy lips added to her arousal.  Of course, had Trent not blocked 
her response from his and erin's pheromones, she would have been cuming 
already from her close contact with the piss.

	Cindy didn't allow herself to cum, knowing that if she did, she'd never 
convince herself to put the panties on.  She came close though, and 
reluctantly pulled her hand from her crotch.  She rubbed her coated hand 
over her mouth and sucked her cum from her fingers, then pulled the panties 
on.  Since they were too small, there was no way that they could not slide 
deeply into her crotch and, aroused or not, she doubled over and yelped from 
the pain.  The duality in her mind from the intense arousal and intense pain 
overwhelmed her for a few seconds, then she stood on weak legs to begin to 
make her way out.

	She almost tripped over her backpack.  They had left it right in the 
doorway.  Good thing, too, as she had forgotten all about it.  Cindy knew 
she wasn't thinking very clearly, no surprise there, and realized that 
concentration would be difficult with the conflicting sensations raging 
through her body.  She picked up the backpack and thought for a second on 
how to get out of the school.

	She knew the layout pretty well, but really didn't spend much time in this 
part of the building.  But she thought that there was an exit not too far 
from the lounge.  She was right.  This kept her from having to risk the only 
place where people could get in for the night classes.  It was getting near 
dark when she slipped out the door and made her way back to her clothes.  
Every step hurt from the constant irritation caused by her clothes.  The 
pain was blending with arousal and she wondered if she would end up cumming 
even without masturbating.

	Since it was getting dark, Cindy had little trouble getting to the woods 
near the school with out being seen.  But like the pain, the feeling of 
being out in the open with almost no clothes on kept her lust fueled.  
Everything about her situation aroused the girl, even the urine drying on 
her skin and dripping from her hair.  Occasionally she would lick her lips 
and the salty/bitter taste would spread through her mouth.  On top of that, 
she could smell her sweat and her sexual musk.  She couldn't imagine what 
someone would do if they came across her in her current state.  Little did 
she know that, covered as she was with erin and Trent's pheromones, any man 
or woman she came across would attack her in a sexual frenzy and rape her 
until they were unconscious.


	As she had feared, the path was muddy.  Since it was darker under the 
trees, it was harder to see and she kept getting little slaps and scrapes 
from branches that she couldn't see.  It felt to her like the forest was 
conspiring to whip her as punishment for passing through it in her filthy 
state.  A state that wasn't being helped from the mud that she had to 
negotiate through.  At one point she stubbed her toe on a root and tripped.  
Since she was trying to keep the mud from her backpack, she landed on her 
side, almost knocking the breath out of herself.  Standing up, she looked at 
herself and tried to wipe the clumps of it off her skin.  The concentration 
needed to get through the forest momentarily lulled her lust.

	Soon the path became clearer though. She started to fantasize as she made 
her way, the normally 15 minute walk stretching out to nearly twice that 
because of her condition.  First she was a runaway slave.  But she realized 
that if she were a slave, she probably wouldn't want to run away.  An 
escaped criminal?  Hmmm. Same problem.  Then she hit on a punishment theme.  
That was easy.  Trent and erin were, after all, doing this as part of her 
punishment so she just expounded on that.  She stopped avoiding the worst of 
the mud, and welcomed the stinging of the branches and vines.

	Finally she made it to her back yard.  It was dark now, and, even as 
aroused as she was, she knew that if her mother caught her, she'd be 
grounded for a year.  Her mother didn't believe in spanking and might have 
been surprised at the reaction from her daughter if she did.  Cindy grinned 
at that thought.  The house was dark except for a small light in the 
kitchen.  Most likely her mother was in bed, or, if she were really lucky, 
out.  She might have been depending on Cindy to watch Ann - expecting that 
Cindy would have been home long before now.  Cindy started wiping her feet 
on the grass at the back edge of the backyard.  She was mostly clean, except 
for her one side, but mud caked her feet and lower legs.

	With her feet and legs as clean as she could get them,  she started toward 
the back door.  She'd always liked the fact that their property butted up 
against the forest, and now she was really glad.  She had no idea how she 
would have made it home otherwise.  Feeling safe and somewhat smug about 
having made it home she got careless.

	Halfway through the yard, the floodlights came on.  She had forgotten all 
about them!  Cindy yelped and froze for a second, then sprinted forward 
toward the back door, praying that no one would see her.  Panting with fear 
and excitement, she reached to stoop, and tried to open the screen door.  It 
was locked.  Great!  She dug franticly for the key in her backpack.  Christ! 
  Maybe she could make a little more noise!  That way, she'd be seen for 
sure!

	Now trying to be quiet, she used the key and let herself into the kitchen.  
Trying to quiet her breathing, she tiptoed across the floor.  There was a 
note on the table.

	Cindy,
		I've gone out for a while and should be back around midnight.  Look after 
your sister and I'll see you tomorrow morning.
						Mom

	Boy had she lucked out!  Her mom was out and she was sure that Ann would 
cover for her.  She would have to make something up about why she was late, 
but that would be no problem.  She smiled.  She'd made it home, hadn't 
gotten mud on the floor, had had the most intense experience of her life, 
and no one, except her Master and Mistress, had seen her.  Since there were 
no lights on, she was sure that Ann was asleep.  She'd tip toe upstairs, 
shower and go to bed.  And, as she felt the fire flair in the pit of her 
stomach, perhaps cum a few more times as well.


	Cindy was wrong.  Someone had seen her.  Several someone's in fact.  Trent 
and erin had followed her all the way back through the forest.  It was 
Trent's power that kept Cindy from seeing them, just as it was his power 
that had planted the suggestion in her mother's mind that she should go out. 
  He had also 'helped' the tree branches and vines find Cindy's bare flesh 
on several occasions as well.  Unlike Cindy, Trent noticed that someone else 
had seen her when the back yard lights had come on.  Ann.

                           		*  *  *

	Ann was a little worried about Cindy.  Her sister was usually very 
responsible, but it was almost 10 pm and the dance class had ended at eight. 
  Cindy always came right home and should have been home no later then 8:30. 
  Certainly their mother would not have left had she know Cindy wouldn't be 
home. At 9:30, Ann decided it was time to go upstairs.  If her sister wasn't 
home, then she was going to take advantage of it.  She locked the doors, 
turned off the lights and headed up to her bedroom.  It was a mess, as it 
always was.  Books, soccer cleats, teen magazines and dirty clothes were all 
over the place.  Ann glanced around thinking that she really should clean 
things up a little.  But she knew that she wouldn't.  She never did.  Cindy 
was the neat one of the two.  She sighed as slipped out of her clothes.  It 
was way too hot to sleep with pajamas on.  Besides, of late Ann had 
discovered that it gave her a thrill to sleep naked.  As her clothes hit the 
floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

	Like her sister, Ann was a very beautiful girl.  She was very athletic, and 
her body reflected that.  While Cindy went for the ballet and gymnastic type 
sports, Ann loved contact sports. Soccer, field hockey, what ever she could 
join.  She was a small girl, only about four feet eight inches tall.  But, 
young as she was, her muscles were growing sleek and strong.  Her hair was 
blond and her eyes green.  Her legs and ass, she felt, were her best 
features.  Her legs were slightly long for her frame and her ass was very 
tight.  She had even started to develop hips.  Her tummy was very flat and 
tight, and, she noted as she wrinkled her nose at the mirror, her chest was 
also very flat.  She was not happy with her smaller then A cup breasts.  She 
glanced down between her legs noting that she still didn't have much hair.  
There was some, but the fine, blond hair was mainly forming at the top of 
her slit.

	Just eleven years old, Ann was an intensely curious girl.  About a year 
ago, she'd developed an interest in sex.  Her body had been (and still was) 
changing and she discovered, quite by accident, that she could have an 
orgasm. She had known what one was, in theory, since she'd had sex ed, but 
the facts didn't convey the intense feelings her developing body had allowed 
her to experience.  When she wanted something, Ann could be a very single 
minded girl and she set out to find out all she could about sex.  The local 
library had some books, but she couldn't take them out, and reading them 
there was difficult.  Besides, she didn't like to think what would happen if 
she were caught. Even though Ann loved sports, she was no dummy.  While she 
wasn't as computer savvy as her sister, she was pretty smart and had figured 
out that the internet had lots of information.  She quickly discovered that 
there was a lot of information out there.  She read it all voraciously.  
Then she discovered news groups.  While there was little factual 
information, there were a lot of stories that she could read.  And read she 
did.  She wished that she could use the family computer.  She really wanted 
to play with herself as she read these stories, but there was some kind of 
block on their computer.  Plus, there was no way that she could print out 
the stories at the library, someone would surely see.  She did have a 
sneaking suspicion that her sister had figured out a way around the blocks 
on their computer.  She had once seen what looked like a dirty picture on 
the computer when she'd surprised Cindy, but her sister had removed the 
image too quickly for her to be sure.  Ann didn't have the guts to ask her 
about it for several reasons.  One being that Ann was intensely turned on by 
Cindy.  A lot of guys turned her on, and so did some of her female friends, 
but Cindy was constantly in her fantasies.

	Ann gathered some of the dirty clothing from the floor and headed to the 
bathroom.  She dumped them into the hamper then went to brush her teeth and 
grabbed her sister's toothbrush by mistake.  As she looked at it, she 
noticed that there were some sticky smears on it.  Odd, it didn't look like 
tooth paste.  She sniffed it and immediately recognized the smell.  It 
smelled like her own cunt when she was excited.  She stood there inhaling 
the scent, realizing that, somehow, her sister had gotten secretions from 
her cunt all over her tooth brush.  Ann had no idea how that would have 
happened, but just knowing that she was smelling her sister's aroused scent, 
however faintly, sent a surge of lust through her young body.  She closed 
her eyes and stuck out her tongue, licking off the sticky residue from the 
tooth brush.  Ann moaned out loud as she focused in on the thought that she 
now knew what her sister's cum tasted like.  An almost physical pang went 
through her body as she wished she could taste it from the source.

	With a trembling hand she put the brush back and, savoring the taste in her 
mouth, went back into her room.  As Ann stripped for bed, she started to 
remember some of the stories that she'd read just that day, with her sister 
playing various parts.  The almost hairless folds of her sex were slick with 
her juice and her small nipples were hard as rocks.  She grabbed one between 
her thumb and finger and squeezed very hard.  Ann groaned with the combined 
feeling of pleasure and pain.  She didn't know it, but she was very much 
like her sister in some ways.  One was that she loved pain.  She just wasn't 
experienced enough to find interesting ways of causing it.  Unlike her 
sister, she also got off on the idea of giving it as well as receiving it.  
She groaned again as she dug her short fingernails into her hard nipple.  
Two fingers were now lodged in her tight pussy as she frigged herself.

	Ann was kneeling on the bed facing the window in her backyard.  It was the 
position she had ended up in as she masturbated while savoring the taste of 
her sister.  Suddenly, as she was close to climax, the floodlights in the 
backyard went on.  Ann froze.  Then blinked as the sight of her sister, 
quite muddy and dressed in... underwear? was spotted bright as day in the 
backyard.  Ann stared as she watched her sister curse, then dart for the 
back door.  Her hand was absently still working in the folds of her pussy 
while she listened to Cindy curse as she fumbled for her keys, then finally 
heard the back door open.

	Ann realized that she had left the light on in the bathroom.  Thoughts of 
masturbation receded as the mystery of what was going on with her sister 
claimed her attention.  She quietly darted into the bathroom and shut off 
the light, then dove into bed as she heard Cindy come quietly up the stairs.

	Cindy was almost weaving on her feet.  Lust still burned through her body, 
but it was quickly being overcome by pain and fatigue.  Her breasts felt 
sore and raw, and she was sure her cunt was bleeding from the rope forced 
into it.  She stopped in her bedroom and put down her backpack then quietly 
slipped into the bathroom.  The door to Ann's room was open and she pushed 
it closed before turning on the light.  Then she turned to the shower and 
started it, not noticing that she hadn't closed the door to her sister's 
room all the way.  She was going to pull erin's panties out of her mouth, 
but decided to leave them in while she stripped out of her underwear.   She 
moaned from the pain as she removed the torturous clothing.  She left it the 
side of the tub, intending to rinse it out and hide it later since the 
clothing still smelled strongly of piss.  Finally, she removed the spit 
soaked panties and tossed them in the pile.

	She relaxed under the hot spray, despite the fact that it was still very 
hot out.  She cleaned herself very well, even though cleaning her cunt and 
ass was painful.  Amazingly, brushes across her clit shot sparks of arousal 
through her.  She used this to block the pain.  Finally, she stumbled out, 
dried herself, wrapped her long hair in a towel and looked at her reflection 
in the mirror.  She had a lot of welts on her breasts, belly and ass.  Plus, 
the inner lips of her cunt were clearly visible because she was so swollen.  
Her nipples were still mostly erect and a brick red from all the abuse.  
Sighing in pleasure, she turned out the light and left the bathroom, closing 
the door behind her.  Once in her room, she turned on the light and sat on 
her bed unwrapping her hair from the towel.  It seemed that her sister was 
already asleep, so she'd have until tomorrow to make up a story.  No doubt 
even if she told the truth, no one would ever believe her.  Without the 
pictures, that is.

	Thinking of the pictures made her absently reach for her backpack.  She 
opened it and found a small jar and a note.  Frowning, she opened the note.  
It read:

	Since I don't like my toys to get broken, I have provided you with
	something to help insure your continued health.  Smear this cream
	over your tits, cunt and into your asshole.  Also put it anywhere
	you have a welt.  It will help you heal faster, and will prevent
	infection.

	Cindy opened the jar.  She was so exhausted that she seriously contemplated 
waiting until morning.  Somehow, she found the energy to follow the 
directions.  Standing up, she scooped a glob of the cream onto her fingers, 
then tentatively spread it onto a welt across her belly.  She watched 
herself in the mirror.  The cream felt cool and soothing against the heat of 
her skin.  Sighing in pleasure, she scooped out more and spread it over her 
breasts, cooling the stinging and burning there.  Finally, she scooped a 
large dollop of it and spread it over her welted pubic mound.  She began to 
get aroused as she gently rubbed the cream into her swollen pussy.  The 
cooling spread, arousing her more as she slid a finger into her asshole.  
First one, then two fingers slid inside to spread the cream around the angry 
anal tissues. Finally, she removed her hands and, body tingling, slid into 
her bed.  Within seconds she was asleep.  Her last thought as she drifted 
off to an exhausted sleep, was that not once had she ever even thought of 
begging her tormentors for mercy.

			*	*	*

	Cindy had made a few mistakes.  Not surprising, given her state of mind 
after her ordeal.  Her first mistake was not closing the bathroom door all 
the way.  She shared the bathroom with Ann, each of them had a door going 
into it from their bedrooms, and usually she made sure the door was closed.  
This time she hadn't and Ann, still very horny from her interrupted 
masturbation session, thought that this would be an excellent time to spy on 
her sister.  Cindy's naked body had always excited her and provided 
excellent fantasy fodder.  But it was all she could do to keep from gasping 
aloud when she saw the condition Cindy was in.

	After stripping off the yellow stained underwear, Ann saw that Cindy's 
breasts were red and irritated with red stripes across them.  She admired 
the thick, hard points of the obviously abused nipples.  There were red 
stripes on her ass, and even her belly and mons!  Her sister's pussy looked 
red and swollen, like her own did was she was very rough while masturbating. 
  It took her a second to realize that the marks were welts!  Her little 
pussy gushed at the thought of how painful those must be.  Her hand went to 
her gooey slit as she wondered where those stripes had come from.  She 
backed away from the door as Cindy stepped into the shower, furiously 
rubbing herself, pinching her nipples as hard as she could as her hips 
jerked uncontrollably back and forth.  The pain coiled in her belly and 
turned to lust as she replayed in her mind how her sister's slim body 
looked.  She came imagining a shadowy figure taking a whip to her sister 
while Cindy writhed in pain and pleasure.  She alternated that image with 
one of her pushing her face into Cindy's cunt and sucking on the swollen 
flesh until Cindy screamed in orgasm.  So caught up in her fantasy was she, 
that she almost missed it when Cindy got out of the shower.

	Ann scooted back to her spot and continued to look at Cindy.  She removed 
on hand from her crotch and sucked the thick fluid from her fingers.  She 
closed her eyes again and imagined it was her fingers that she had pulled 
from Cindy's cunt and she was licking them clean.  It never occurred to her 
that Cindy, unlike herself, had never put anything inside her cunt.  That 
Cindy had been hoping against hope (until today) to have her hymen ripped 
from her by a stranger as she was sexually tortured.  No, Ann assumed that 
Cindy had done something like she herself had done.  Taken her own 
virginity...

	Ann had a few close friend at school and one girl had found a vibrator in 
her mother's trash when she went to empty it.  She knew what it was and, 
even though it didn't work, she wanted to keep it and try it.  But she had 
no place to hide it so she gave it to Ann.  Ann's room was always such a 
mess that she had no problem keeping things hidden from her mother.  Her 
mom, unlike her friend's mom, would have really freaked if she found the sex 
toy.  But her friend knew that her mother would find the thing and, while 
she wouldn't get upset, would take it away and that would be that.  The 
girls knew that getting a vibrator, working or not, would be difficult for a 
couple of eleven year olds.  Ann had read that having her maidenhead taken 
usually hurt.  That didn't deter her though - she was discovering that she 
liked pain.  Even though she was a very active girl, she still had her 
hymen.  But, strong as it was, she knew that it would never last until the 
first time she had sex, and she wanted it torn during a sexual act, not 
broken scoring a soccer goal.

	So she had bent her efforts on figuring out a way to use the sex toy.  It 
wasn't that she couldn't just push the thing in herself - rather she wanted 
to put herself in a position where she couldn't stop it from being pushed 
in.  So she spent some time in their small basement looking at the various 
and sundry items in hopes of finding something that would help.  At this 
point in her life, she was masturbating once a day anyway, and she was 
hungry to get something inside her tight little cunt.  It wasn't until she 
went into the small shed in the backyard that she hit upon a plan that she 
thought would work.

	Finally there came a day when she was alone for a few hours.  It wasn't a 
hot day, not more then 75 or so.  Grabbing those things that she thought she 
would need, she went into the shed and closed the door.  It was close to the 
woods and she knew that even if her family came home, there would be no 
reason for them to come into the shed.  That way she would have time to get 
dressed if they came back before she was finished.  Barefoot, and dressed in 
an old dress, the girl padded out to the shed.  She opened the door and 
stepped inside.

	It was very hot and humid in there and smelled of dirt and grass.  She set 
down her bag of 'toys' and, after closing the door, removed the dress.  
Since she wasn't wearing underwear, she was quite naked.  The inside of the 
shed was filthy.  There was dirt and dust on the floor and dirt and cobwebs 
everywhere else.  She pulled a small plastic sawhorse from where it was 
buried under the gardening tools and put it into the middle of the room.  
Once there, she stopped and sat on the narrow edge of it.  She opened her 
legs wide and started to play with herself, imagining that soon she would 
finally have something inside her cunt.  It didn't take long for her scent 
to fill the little shed, and her juices to slick her fingers.  She stopped 
and moved on to the next part of her plan.

	The top of the horse came to about 3 inches from the bottom of her cunt.  
The vibrator was just over 6 inches long.  Ann took some rope, and unscrewed 
the bottom of the vibrator part way.  Then she took the thin rope and 
wrapped it in the gap and tied it to the top of the sawhorse.  Next, she 
attached her jump rope to an overhead beam. She got a couple of cement 
blocks and positioned them, then put a 4x4 on top of each one.  According to 
her plan, when standing on the 4x4's on her tiptoes, she could nestle just 
the tip of the vibrator in her hole, just touching her hymen.  She would 
then continue masturbating.  When she got close to cuming, she would grab 
the rope with one hand and, when she started to cum, she could push the wood 
out of the way.  She would use the rope to steady herself, but since she 
couldn't hold up her weight with one hand, she would end up standing on the 
cement blocks.  By her calculations, that would mean the vibrator would be 
forced past her hymen and about halfway into her cunt. She didn't think that 
the whole thing would fit, and knew that having the vibrator tear into her 
sex would hurt.  But then, that was the whole point.  She wanted it to hurt 
and she didn't want to be able to stop it once it started it's journey into 
her body.

	Her skin was shining with sweat from her exertions and the heat of the 
shed. As she worked she would tweak her nipples or slide a finger over her 
sex.  She was getting really worked up over the plan now.  The fact that she 
wouldn't be able to stop the rubber coated phallus from taking her virginity 
really had her going.  Occasionally she would lift a leg and put one of her 
filthy feet on the top of the sawhorse.  Then, she would slap her sex 
several times, each slap sending little shocks of pleasure that caused her 
cunt to contract.  She was also really twisting and pulling on her nipples - 
they were larger and more swollen then she had ever seen them.

	Finally it was time.  She reached into her bag and removed two clothes 
pins.  Next, she balanced on top of the 4x4's and carefully positioned the 
tip of the vibrator.  Even though the rope holding the vibrator was tight, 
there was still a little play and she wanted to make sure that it would end 
up in the right spot.  Finally satisfied, she grabbed the clothespins and 
put the first one on her engorged nipple.  She hissed from the unexpected 
pain.  Normally, she used the oldest, weakest ones she could find.  Today 
she had done just the opposite and hadn't counted on how strong they were.  
Blinking tears from her eyes, she applied the other one.  Crying out, it 
took a lot for her to keep from pulling them off.  But the initial rush of 
pain faded quickly and the pulsing in her crushed nipples was in perfect 
time with her drooling cunt.  Keeping hold of the rope with one hand, she 
balanced herself as her other sought between her legs to pinch and pull her 
clit.

	It wasn't very long before all the stimulation, both mental and physical, 
combined to push the little girl right to the edge of orgasm.  Finally, she 
was gasping and moaning, her calves beginning to cramp from standing on her 
tip toes, and her nipples burning from the pain, nearing an orgasm.  Her was 
breath coming in small pants and she knew it was time.  Just as she started 
to cum, she pulled up a little on the rope and moved out her legs to drop 
her sex on her new 'lover'.

	Ann was quite a resourceful young girl.  But even the best laid plans can 
go awry.  She didn't count on the power of her orgasm.  In fact, she was 
pretty out of it; the burning of her nipples as her slim body shook the 
pins, and the pleasure from the rough treatment of her cunt caused her feet 
to miss the cement blocks.  As she had hoped, she wasn't able to hold her 
weight with one arm and just as she came, the vibrator tore through her 
hymen and continued on a path that pushed it deep into her body.  Ann was in 
heaven as waves of pain and pleasure crashed over her.  Her sex slammed into 
the beam, and the tunnel in her body was stretched wide for the first time.  
The burning inside her was incredible - there was too much going on to 
separate all the feelings.  She orgasmed again, jerking on the beam, her 
cunt grinding into the dirt covered surface of the horse, her mouth opened 
in a silent scream, drool sliding out to mix with the sweat on her body.  
The stretching, burning pain in her cunt just added to her whole experience 
and the orgasm was even better then the previous one.

	She was still flooded with desire, her small body tingling when she managed 
to pull herself off the vibrator.  Her legs wouldn't hold her and she slid 
to her knees, eyes closed, on the dirty floor.  Her body was humming from 
all the sensations filling it and she slid her hand over her sex and started 
rubbing her clit.  Her cunt burned from the salty sweat on her hand and she 
started to ride to another climax.  She opened her eyes to find that her 
face was almost right in front of the vibrator.  She stared in fascination 
at the object that had so recently taken her virginity and masturbated 
furiously.  The rubber phallus was covered with her cum and her blood.  Lust 
filled her again and she leaned forward getting it close to her face.  There 
was only a hint of her scent, but then, the small hot shed was now filled 
with the scent of her sex and sweat.  As she came closer to orgasm and she 
sank back down with her ass resting on her heels, knees spread wide on the 
floor, and came a final time.  Gasping, she slowly collapsed on the floor, 
her fingers inside her and her hand over her cunt.

	She lay there for a few minutes, absorbing what she had done.  Groaning she 
pulled her hand out of her crotch and held it in front of her face.  It was 
covered with her sticky juices and not a little of her blood.  She was no 
longer completely in the throes of lust, but a perverted thought crossed her 
mind.  Slowly, she started to lick her hand clean.  The coppery taste of her 
virgin blood mixed with the musky/salty taste of her cum.  She smiled as she 
thoroughly cleaned her hand with her mouth.  Then she pulled herself to her 
knees and eyed the vibrator.  Ann continued to smile as she licked that 
clean as well.

	The movements reminded her that she still had the clothes pins on her 
nipples.  The pain was no longer as intense, just a dull throbbing that she 
enjoyed as she continued to lick the vibrator.  One had slid back between 
her legs and the other opened a clip.  Ann yelled loudly as the pain hit 
her.  Who knew that opening the things would hurt so much?  She gritted her 
teeth and removed the other one, practically seeing stars.  Ann dropped them 
on the floor and sat panting.  Finally, she knew she had to get up, clean 
the shed then get inside and clean herself.

	After cleaning up the evidence, she pulled the dress over her dirty skin.  
She put the vibrator and the clothes pins back in the bag and left the shed. 
  As she walked into the house she thought about what she had done and 
started getting horny again.  By the time she got up to her room and hid the 
little bag, she was very horny.  Ann could feel her swollen lips rubbing 
together as her pussy continued to produce lubrication.  She pulled off the 
dress in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

	She was a little startled at how she looked.  Her skin was shining and her 
nipples were swollen and red.  Dirt from the shed streaked her body and her 
cunt was very puffy.  Her blond hair was mussed on her head giving her a 
wild, sexy look.  She sat down on the floor facing the mirror and started 
rubbing her cunt again, this time dipping her fingers into her hole.  It 
burned a bit, but nothing like when the vibrator had forced her open.  She 
masturbated faster, thinking perverted thoughts.  She wanted to feel really 
dirty, do something really dirty.  Her thought filled with visions of her 
sucking on her sister's cunt, of licking up her sister's virgin blood.  As 
she got into it more and more, she realized that she wanted to be debased, 
used and hurt.  Her fantasy got wilder -  her sister beating her with a 
strap, her fisting her sister, her sister making her lick her everywhere...  
Ann caught sight of her own filthy feet.  She was close to yet another 
orgasm and needed just one more thing to push her over the edge.  She 
couldn't eat her own cunt (although her face was now smeared with her own 
secretions), but she could lick her feet.

	Shifting slightly, Ann brought one of her feet to her mouth.  They were 
well taken care of, few calluses and neatly trimmed toenails painted a pale 
red.  But they were covered with dirt from the shed.  She didn't care and 
stared into the mirror at the image of an 11 year old sucking the dirt from 
her toes, cunt clearly visible with a finger slamming in and out of it.  
Ann's body stiffened as she came again, hard.  Her orgasm seemed to last 
forever.  When it finally subsided, she had flopped over onto her side...

	Ann blinked as she came back from her memory.  Her sister had left the 
bathroom and gone into her bedroom.  Ann was now very horny, her lust not 
slaked by the single orgasm she had had.  She crept to the other door and 
positioned herself to spy into her sister's room.  She had worked out a way 
to look through the keyhole and get a good view of the room a while ago.  
She watched Cindy sit on her bed and unwrap her hair from the towel, then go 
through her backpack.  She watched as she took found the small jar and read 
the paper attached to it.  Ann thought that they must be instructions on how 
to use what ever it was.  The Cindy started to rub the cream all over her 
body, sighing with evident pleasure.  She was surprised to see her sister 
obviously getting off on pushing her fingers into her asshole.  That made 
Ann hot.  She had played with her own on occasion.  It felt real good.  Made 
her feel dirty and nasty, so she saved it for special occasions.

	Ann noticed that she was getting really, *really* horny.  She watched as 
Cindy turned off the light and went to bed.  The bathroom was illuminated 
from the dim light coming from her room and she spotted the pile of clothing 
that Cindy had left on the floor.  This was a rare treat for Ann.  Cindy's 
panties, on those rare occasions that Ann had found them, usually had almost 
no scent to them.  Plus, Cindy did most of the laundry so Ann rarely got to 
play with her sister's panties.  Those times that she did find panties that 
were even a little soiled, Ann would suck them as clean as she could.  Ann 
didn't know it, but Cindy's panties were usually coated with cunt juice.  
She didn't want anyone to know, so she hid them until she did the laundry.

	As Ann crept toward the corner, she found that her heart was beating hard 
in her chest, she had broken out into a sweat and her thighs were now slick 
from the slime oozing from her cunt.  She was incredibly turned on, more so 
than she could remember being in a long time.  There was no reason for her 
to wonder why this was, but in fact, the clothing pile was the reason.  
Cindy's underwear was soaked in Trent's and erin's pheromones and while they 
were fading, they were still very powerful.

	Ann picked up the clothing, wild arousal rushing through her.  She could 
smell the strong smell of urine, and understood, in some vague way, that the 
clothing was soaked in it.  But she was now too gone with lust to think 
clearly. The pheromones, faded as they were, slammed through the child's 
senses.  Ann, lost in the haze of lust was roughly grabbing her cunt with 
one hand and grabbed a random piece of clothing from the pile.  It was the 
bra - still sodden with urine.  Ann knew the smell, of course, but had never 
thought of it in a sexual way.  She knew that her sister had just been 
wearing this and, over come with lust, stuffed part of the sports bra in her 
mouth.  The cup  having had a wool patch sewn into to, had retained a lot of 
the piss, and now Ann had it in her mouth, sucking deeply on it.  The 
aphrodisiac in the urine was tasteless - but it further drove anything but 
lust from Ann's mind.  For the rest of her life the smell and taste of urine 
would be an extreme turn on for the girl.

	Ann came hard, her slimy cunt literally dripping fluid on the floor.   
After sucking on the bra, she put it down and grabbed the yellow stained 
panties on the floor.  They were also still wet, especially the rough rope, 
and slimy from the cum leaking from Cindy's asshole and dirty from the walk 
through the woods. That didn't stop Ann, who stuffed them in her mouth, 
riding overpowering emotions toward another climax.  She savored the strong, 
salty taste, reveling in the fact that these had obviously stuffed her in 
sister's crotch for quite a while.

	Almost a half hour later Ann came to herself, lying on the bathroom floor.  
She was tired and very sore.  She pulled Cindy's panties out of her mouth, 
and then realized that she had been using the wool of the bra cups to rub 
her cunt, which was now *really* sore.  Even though she wasn't allergic to 
it like Cindy, the cloth was quite rough and she had almost a rug burn 
through her delicate pussy lips.  Not to mention her throbbing clit.  Low 
levels of lust were still seeping though her body, but the aphrodisiac and 
pheromones had mostly worn off, leaving her one tired little girl.  Ann put 
the clothing back into a pile and crawled into her bedroom.  She slowly 
pulled herself into her bed and fell into a deep sleep.

              *                   *                     *

	Outside the house, Trent and erin were delighted.  He had been scanning 
Ann's mind while she fucked herself and was delighted with finding not one, 
but two incredibly perverted young girls.  Naturally, he could find any set 
of young girls and pervert them, but having the raw material to start with 
could make this a lot of fun.  He pulled his cock out of erin's ass and made 
her lick it clean.  Then they both walked back through the woods while Trent 
sorted through the futures to find the one that would let him use these 
girls to their fullest potential...



End Part 3
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