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Subject: {ASSM} Replay 1 (f/f ffff/f multi scat horror torture SM)
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XTI Stories are all extreme.  They usually involve young teens,
and can have almost any subject matter.  Except snuff, which I
don't really like.


Don't try this at home.  If you're too stupid to understand that
it's a fantasy, you should be locked up.

Replay
Chapter 1

      	I woke up the morning of my ... my sister's fourteenth birthday
feeling very strange.  There was a strong feeling of deja-vu:  I was
sure I'd felt this way before ... almost as if my body wasn't mine.

      	It was though.  I was eight at the time, and very familiar with
my body.  Only two weeks ago, I had discovered how to masturbate.  The
feeling had been amazing, better than anything I'd ever imagined.  I
had gone to sleep last night as I had every night since the discovery:
rubbing my bald slit until my tiny bedroom smelled like my sweat and
cunny, cumming until my hand was coated from all the thick fluid my
body was releasing and I was drenched in sweat in swelteringly hot
room.

      	My nipples hurt, but then, they always did the morning after a
night like that.  Pulling and twisting them just made my nightly
ecstasy even better.  I had no breasts, of course  But my nipples were
fat, brown nubs of pleasure.

      	I started as I realized that someone was in the room with me.
It was my sister.

      	She looked like she normally did -- almost.  But there was
something indefinably different about her now.

      	My sister was fair to my dark -- light blond to my dark
brunette, full breasts to my flat chest.  She was everything I wanted
to be, but didn't think I ever *could* be.  Right now though, right at
this moment, she looked like someone I'd never seen before.

      	She stood in front of me and I swear it looked like she was a
completely different person.  She was wearing only a t-shirt -- not
unusual since it was only four girls in the house.  Me, my mom, my
little sister, currently only two, and my older sister.

      	"Lisa," I said, "you scared me."

      	She walked up to me and I was suddenly more frightened than
before, shrinking down onto the pillow, or trying to.  I couldn't move,
her ice cold blue eyes pinned me to the bed.  Her smile was cruel and
seemed to have something else in it.  I didn't know what.  She grabbed
a handful of my short, brown hair and held my head back against the
pillow.  She pulled my hair hard enough to hurt.

      	"Mom's gone until about three today.  She took the baby, so it's
just you and me."

      	Her voice had changed too.  Usually it was sweet.  Now it was
husky and I started to get terrified.  She pulled the thin sheet
covering me off my body.  I was nude, as I always was when I slept.  My
smell was so strong and corner of my mind wondered how she could not
notice it.

      	"You know what today is?"  she asked.

      	I couldn't speak.  I couldn't move to hide my body from her or
try and get her hand out of my hair.  I certainly couldn't answer her.

      	"Today is my birthday," she said.  "And you are my birthday
present."

      	To be fair, it wasn't just her birthday.  It was all of our
birthday's -- hers, mine and our little sister's.  However at the
moment, confusion reigned in my mind, and fear.  I was too scared to
think clearly;  I could only feel.

      	Her other hand stroked my face, then down my throat.  I
whimpered, trying not to let loose my over full bladder and pee the
bed.  Her fingers glided over my slick skin, and even through my fear,
I could feel my nipples tightening.  It hurt a little because they were
sore from last night, but it felt really good too.  I think that
horrified me even more.

        	"You think I can't hear you in here every night friggin' your
cunt?"  She leaned closer to my face.  "I can.  I can hear everything
you do.  I even watched you once when you didn't close your door all
the way."

        	Her fingers had reached the junction between my thighs.  I
wanted them to stay together, to hide my wet flesh from her fingers.
But at the slightest pressure from them, I parted my thighs as wide as
I could, opening myself to her.  She took her hand off my head, but I
could only watch as she moved down my body, then positioned her face
between my legs.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and I knew
that she could smell me.  That made me embarrassed, but it also made my
body feel hot and my stomach flutter, just like it did when I played
with my clitty.

        	"You smell just like a slut.  A slut who's begging to get
fucked."  She smiled a cruel smile again.  "Don't worry, we'll get to
that.  Eventually."

        	My heart was going a mile a minute in fear and the beginnings
of lust.  Lisa had gone crazy.  But if she had, it was like she had
some weird power over me.  I hated what she was doing, but somehow it
was making me so aroused that I almost couldn't think.

        	"Look at you," she said, scorn in her voice.  "You're such a
slut that you're getting turned on by the thought that your sister is
going to rape you."

        	My eyes got wide when she said that.  I still couldn't talk.

        	"That's right," she continued.  "Rape.  You're my birthday
present, and I intend to use you for a long, long time."

        	She moved to sit on the edge of the bed as she had countless
times before when we'd talked.  Except now I was naked and exposed, and
she looked like some sort of demon.

        	"Put your hand between your legs and scoop out some of that
cunt juice.  I can't believe how slimy you are!  Your cunt's like a
fountain."

        	My hand moved.  I didn't want it to, but it did.  My lips were
hot and swollen and I could feel the thick slime oozing between them.
I swiped two fingers through my cunny and they came away coated with
thick, gummy juice.  I hadn't cleaned myself last night, so there were
clumps of gooey girl cum on them.

        	Lisa wrinkled her face and said, "That's disgusting.  You're
such a pig.  I bet you didn't clean up last night when you got finished
wanking off."

        	I shook my head, tears of embarrassment in my eyes.  I enjoyed
how I smelled and always wanted to prolong it, so I never cleaned up at
night.  In the morning, if I had the time, I'd slide my fingers through
my small cunny and get them coated with my gunk.  Then, I'd hold them
to my nose while I brought myself off.

        	"I bet," she continued, her voice mocking and cruel, "that you
get off on the smell, don't you?"

        	Again, I nodded.  I couldn't stop myself.

        	"Go ahead.  Show me what you do after you scoop up all that
scummy glop out of your slit."

        	The fingers of my other hand immediately slid between my wet
folds and started rubbing the sensitive skin.  Despite the tears
running down my cheeks, I brought myself to a fast, hard orgasm while
sniffing my fingers, inhaling the scent of my slimy girl cum.

        	"Yeah, I figured you were a complete slut," said my sister.
"Why don't you lick those fingers clean now?  Don't forget to play with
your nasty little cunny while you do it."

        	Once again, I started rubbing my bald little slit.  I opened
my mouth and slid my gamy tasting fingers inside.  By the time I'd
licked all the goo from them, I'd cum again, harder than before.  I lay
there panting, sweat pouring off my body and my legs trembling from
having been opened so wide for so long.  I still couldn't close them
though.  And they weren't the only thing hurting either.  My bladder
was so full it was starting to get painful.

        	"Hook your hands underneath your knees and open you legs wide
as a proper slut should," said my sister.

        	I did exactly that.  I had no idea why I was doing everything
she said, but there was no doubt that I couldn't stop myself.  I spread
even wider this time, my lower body completely exposed to Lisa.

        	Once again she put her hands on my body.  But this time, she
was pressing on my bladder.  It hurt and I knew I couldn't hold it any
longer.  When I tried to pee though, I discovered that nothing would
come out.  Lisa pressed harder and I moaned in pain.

        	"Oh, does little Kimmi have to pee?  Well, I'm sure I can help
you with that," said Lisa.

        	I moaned as the pressure from her hands increased, pain
shooting through my lower stomach.  Somehow though, the pain made my
clit throb and I could feel slick lube sliding out of my little tunnel
and coating my lower hole.  It tickled, and combined with the feelings
of pleasure my clit was giving off, started to make me feel very
confused.  Confused because even as she hurt me, it got me excited.

        	After a few more minutes of torturing my bladder, my sister
repositioned me.  Now, an elbow was underneath each knee, bending me
almost double and holding my legs very wide.  It was uncomfortable, to
say the least.  Then, she told me to grasp a nipple in each hand and
stay that way until she told me I could move.  Lisa left the room.

        	As the long minutes passed, my nipples hurt more and more.  My
legs were being held mainly by my arms and those were being held in
place by my grip on my nipples.  I couldn't let go, and I couldn't
move.  I could, however, feel how swollen my cunny was and feel the
steady ooze of liquid over my other hole.  The tickle from that turned
into a feeling of pleasure even as the pain from my nipples and bladder
pulsed through my body.

        	I don't know how long I lay there like that, in my small, hot
room, surrounded by the smell of my sweat and sex, my body alternating
between cramping pain, and the delicious pleasure that followed it each
time.  Finally my sister came back into the room carrying something in
one hand.  She was now completely naked, her beautiful body exposed to
me.  Seeing her increased my pleasure immensely, and I realized it
would take only a small touch of my clitty to set me off.

        	Her breasts were large for her body.  I knew she wore a size
37C bra because, in my envy of her body,  I'd snuck looks at her bras.
I'd imagine myself with breasts that size someday.  I was sure it would
never happen.  Since I was only eight, and she was fourteen, the six
years it would take to make my body grow seemed too far in the distant
future.

        	I didn't know enough back then to know that my sexuality was
very far advanced for my age.  I shouldn't have been interested in
things like this for years to come.   Never mind the fact that I was
able to actually have an orgasm -- something else that was very rare
for an eight year old.

        	Lisa put the thing in her hand in the middle of the floor.  It
was a pitcher.

        	"Since you have to piss so badly, get off the bed and use
this," she smiled.

        	No! I thought to myself, unable to do anything but follow her
order.  It felt like I was doing this on my own, but I knew that I'd
never act like this.  She knew, heck even Mom knew, that I was horribly
embarrassed by any sort of bathroom activity involving a toilet.  I
turned on the sink or shower every time I needed to pee, letting the
water run to drown out the horribly humiliating sound of my urine
hitting the toilet water.  Same when I had to ... well, I couldn't even
think it without embarrassment and revulsion.

        	Now, Lisa was going to make me pee in a pitcher?  I wouldn't
even be able to wipe right away, another action I had a 'thing' about.
Mom always complained about the amount of toilet paper I went through,
but the thought of touching pee, or God forbid the ... other stuff, was
*so* gross!  I couldn't believe that my body could produce something
that disgusting.

        	Rather than squat over small pitcher, I bent and picked it up,
then opened my legs just wide enough to get it close to my cunny.  Then
I let loose.

        	Never could I have imagined the horrified embarrassment I felt
as urine gushed from my bladder.  Since I wasn't squatting, it coated
my upper thighs and pussy lips.  The smell, the sound, the feel of it
on my skin, was the most horrifying, disgusting thing I'd ever felt.
And the most arousing.

        	My clitty was so hard that it was peeking out of its thin
hood.  My nipples actually ached, and I was close to begging my sister
to let me touch myself.  That didn't happen, I couldn't talk.

        	When I finished, she took the pitcher from my hands.  It was
hot and heavy, foaming yellow liquid almost filling it.  I stood there,
sweat, piss and cunt juice dripping from my body, the need for an
orgasm so bad that I was almost shaking.

        	Unbelievably, she took the pitcher and held it under her nose,
inhaling deeply while her other hand slid between the folds of her
puss.  She sighed in pleasure, sliding her fingers through her plump,
lightly haired, slit and coating them with her pleasure.

        	"So Kimmi," she said, one hand still working her pussy, "have
you ever had a real kiss?"

        	"No Lisa," I replied.  I wanted to follow that up by pleading
with her to let me wipe my disgusting cunt, but nothing else would come
from my mouth.

        	"Would you like to be kissed?" she asked.

        	"Yes." I replied.

        	That was the absolute truth.  The thought of having someone
slide their tongue in my mouth always made my tummy tingle.  Still, I
was unable to say another word.

        	Lisa smiled at me, then did something that I'd never imagined
in my worst nightmare.  She put the pitcher to her lips and took a deep
drink.  Of my urine.  My stomach turned and I thought I'd throw up, but
I didn't.  I did get more aroused though.  She filled her mouth with my
urine and swished it around, then swallowed, humming in pleasure.

        	For as long as I was my sister's slave, I never, ever got used
to toilet games.  She knew that, of course, and took full advantage of
the fact that those games would arouse me to a fevered pitch yet still
leave me horrified by what was happening.  This time was the first time
I'd ever witnessed an action like that, and even though the impact of
toilet play never faded, it remains in a special place in my
nightmares.

        	My first kiss ever, was with another girl.  One who was my
sister and, worse, one who's mouth was coated with and tasted of my own
urine.  Lisa bent down a little and I could smell the piss on her
breath.  Then, as she ran her tongue over my lips, I opened my mouth to
welcome it.  It tasted strongly of urine, salty and bitter, but warm
and wet too.  It was the most sensuous, depraved, disgusting thing I
could even imagine.

        	I came.  Even thought I wanted to puke, I couldn't.  I still
felt like I wanted to, but the pleasure, the pleasure crashed through
my senses.  I was shaken by a wild, powerful orgasm that left me almost
dizzy.

        	She pulled back from my lips, a long, thick strand of saliva
dribbling down her chin.  Then she took another drink from the pitcher
and spit my piss into my face.  It stung my eyes and the smell was
horrible, but I almost came again.

        	"Today," she continued, taking yet another sip and swallowing
it, "will have a lot of firsts for you.  I've decided to take your
virginity for one of my presents.  You won't be a virgin anymore,
anywhere, by the time the party starts."

        	I had no idea what that meant.  I had no access to sexual
materials at that age, and knew only those things that excited my own
body.

        	"First though, I think you owe me some pleasure for all the
orgasms I've allowed you to have."

        	She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed and leaned back
a little.  Then, she put her feet on the mattress, opening her legs
wide, spreading her wet pussy lips.

        	"Come over hear and get me off, slut.  If you're going to be
my slave, it's time to get started."

        	She spoke as if I had offered to let her use me this way.  I
hadn't, not ever, not even in my dreams.  But I got down on my hands
and knees and crawled to her, my eyes level with her opened sex.

        	It was beautiful, I have to admit.  Really sexy, and I
wondered if I was a lesbian.  It didn't matter at the moment though.
As I got close, I saw that it looked like she hadn't cleaned her pussy
recently.  It looked like I imagined mine did, when I didn't wash after
a night of masturbation.

        	The lips were a dark red, puffy and swollen.  They were also
slick with her juices, with more white lubrication oozing out of her
hole.   There was a lot of thick, white cream caked between her inner
and outer lips.  I still thought it looked sexy, but I thought that it
was pretty gross too.  I wouldn't mind kissing it -- if it were clean.

        	"You know," said Lisa taking another sip of my urine, "when I
think about it, I don't remember the last time I washed my little
pussy.  Monday, I think it was.  And I've cum a lot of times listening
to you get off."

        	She gave me an evil smile as my nose got close enough to smell
her.  She smelled really musky and kinda fishy too, and as grossed out
as I was getting, it didn't matter because I was really horny too.

        	"So," she continued after swallowing more urine, "why don't
you make sure you clean me up really good before you give me an
orgasm?"

        	Like I had a choice?  I couldn't stop my face from moving
closer and closer to her pussy, and every inch I moved closer made the
smell just that much stronger.  Finally, of it's own accord, my mouth
opened and my tongue came out and started licking.

        	My first target was between her left inner and outer lips.  I
cringed inwardly as my tongue started to lick the yellowish cream
there.  It didn't come off easy, that's for sure.  It was more like a
sticky paste.  A salty, slightly bitter, sticky paste that took several
minutes of steady licking to remove.  Lisa cooed and rotated her hips
the entire time, calling me all kinds of names.  I could actually feel
the slimy buildup between my own legs oozing out of me as my arousal
was driven to a fevered pitch by the disgusting act I was performing.

        	Finally, when I thought I was done, she reached down with one
hand and pulled the skin back from her clitty.  I almost gaged again,
even as my mouth and teeth started to scrape off the buildup that had
been hidden under the skin.  I wanted to puke, but my body, once again,
wouldn't respond with anything except increased lust.  I was now so
aroused that I couldn't understand why I wasn't cumming.

        	When I was done, she gave me more directions about how to
please her.  I licked, sucked and bit her cunt lips.  I actually sucked
on her hole hard enough for a dollop of her cream, fresh this time, to
coat my tongue.  I didn't find that disgusting at all.  I loved it.
She came, groaning and shuddering while I was left with an intense
desire to cum myself, but couldn't.

        	"Oh, that was a nice start slut.  But before I have another
one, I need to pee."

        	I would never have done it on my own, not in a million years.
But as soon as she said that, my mouth found her little hole and
fastened over it, gently sucking.  I was rewarded, if that's the word,
with the most sickening experience in my life.  Up to that point,
anyway.

        	Hot, briny liquid started to slowly fill my mouth.  She peed
slowly enough to let my mouth fill almost completely, then stopped to
let me swallow.  She emptied her entire bladder into my stomach while
tears dripped from my eyes and my own cunt was a blazing pit of lust.
Nothing in my eight years of life had ever made me feel so disgusted.
Or so incredibly turned on.  Of course, the day was young.

        	Once she finished she had me follow her into her bedroom.  In
there was a rather large duffel bag and a wooden box.

        	"Put those in your room slut," she commanded.

        	Both were very heavy, but I managed to drag them into my room.
 It was almost stifling in there now and I wished that there was even a
little window that I could open to let in some air.  The room smelled
of the sex and sweat of two girls --  and my piss.  Lisa came walking
in, still proudly displaying her naked body.  A body that caused me to
squirm, wishing I could get my hands, or tongue on it.  I was so dazed
from all the conflicting feelings that I was starting to feel dizzy.

        	"I'm going to fuck you later," she said.  "And it's really
gonna hurt."  She smiled and drew me into a kiss while taking my
nipples between her fingers and crushing them.  I mewled in pain, but
the pleasure was greater.  "Causing pain is an art," she continued.
Her breath smelled of piss and I winced.  "The first time I fuck you is
going to hurt, but not enough.  The trick is to make sure you already
hurt, then add to it with my rape.  But I don't want you to hurt too
much before hand, otherwise you won't appreciate the full sensation the
first time I penetrate your body."

      	I didn't care at that point.  Her hands on my nipples caused my
whole chest to hurt, while making my clitty throb with intense
pleasure.  She forced my mouth open with hers and slid her tongue
inside.  I realized that my own mouth probably didn't taste so good
either, but she seemed to really like it.  She sucked my tongue,
coating it with her thick saliva, and bit my lips hard enough to make
me moan.

      	The next thing I knew, she was pushing me into the wooden box.
It was not very big and by the time I realized what had happened, my
wrists had been cuffed behind me and the lid was closed, pushing my
head between my knees.

      	"See ya in a while," Lisa said merrily.

      	It wasn't too long before I discovered just how painful this was
going to be.  The air soon became thick with the smell of my sweat and
cunny.  The smell of urine was also pretty strong too.   The sides and
base of the box were very rough and every time I shifted a little it
felt like I was being scratched and the steel around each wrist was
depressingly tight.  That was all bad, but not the worst part.  The
worst part became apparent only very slowly.

      	I was not sitting in a natural position.  My legs were bent and
my head was positioned between my knees.  The box was too small to
shift around in, and I was stuck in one position -- not even able to
raise my head because the lid almost touched my knees.  Soon my back
began to hurt, then the muscles in my neck.  It wasn't long before my
shoulders also hurt, then my legs and thighs started to cramp as well.


      	I started to panic, yelling and screaming to be let out.  No one
let me out and I cried and begged, snot and tears dripping down my
face.  I couldn't move very much at all, and any movement just made my
skin feel like someone was rubbing sand paper over it.  That didn't
stop me and I struggled and screamed until I was too exhausted to move.
 I was sure I was bleeding by now and I could barely breath because my
nose was clogged up.

      	I couldn't inhale because my nose was all stuffed up, so I blew
out and felt my mucous covering my upper lip and chin.  When I opened
my mouth to take a deeper breath -- not much of one because I was too
cramped -- I got a glob of it on my tongue.  That was really gross, but
I found I couldn't spit it out and ended up swallowing it.

      	Finally, my bladder, filling up with recycled pee, added to my
pain.  I was half fearful, as time passed, that I wouldn't be able to
pee again, but that wasn't true and soon my hot piss was splashing over
my toes as I emptied myself.  I'd have thrown up if I could, but I
couldn't.  All I could do is sit there in agonizing pain and immense
arousal with no relief in sight.

      	I have no idea how long my sister left me there, but when she
opened the box and told me to get out, I stood up as if my muscles were
not cramped in the slightest.  I actually screamed because moving hurt
so much.  My sister was there smiling at me, as I stood there, my feet
in my own piss with more of the disgusting liquid dripping down my
butt.  She smiled at me though, the cruel smile that I'd begun to fear
and kissed me.  I responded of course, I couldn't seem to stop myself,
despite how grossed out as I was when she started licking the snot off
my face.

	After I got out of the box, she made me lay on my bed, then began
licking and biting my nipples.  I really wished that I could cum, but
that final step was denied to me.  All I could do was writhe under her
mouth as she licked her way down the front of my body, ending up
thoroughly cleaning off my sweaty little mons and sucking all the piss
and cunny cream out of my slit.  She continued down and thoroughly
licked each of my piss drenched feet, sucking and biting the toes and
arches before returning to my mouth and raping that with her tongue.

      	"Well," she said, "I hope you enjoyed that.  Now it's time for
the real fun!"

      	With that she bounced up and left the room.  I couldn't leave
the bed, despite how hard I tried.  All I could do was lay there, my
body throbbing with lust and hurting everywhere.  I looked down and saw
that the outsides of each knee were scraped bloody from the sides of
the box.  The toes and bottoms of my feet were pretty red too, and they
felt a little raw.  My wrists really hurt from the hard metal cuffs
around them and since I was laying on them, they dug into my back.  My
butt was stinging and I was sure that that was raw too.  When Lisa
returned, she was wearing something that would have made me laugh, if I
didn't know what she was going to do with it.  Instead, it just
terrified me.

      	Strapped in front of her pussy was a huge, white thing.  I know
now it was a strap-on dildo, and it certainly wasn't nearly as big as
ones that she used on me later.  It was way too big for my
eight-year-old body, though.  As she brought it closer, I could see
that it had bumps and ridges on it.  I could barely breathe, realizing
that she was going to push that thing in my cunny.  Terror and
excitement shot through me and if I could have, I would have cum right
there.  I watched, eyes wide with fear, and despair filling me as I
realized that nothing was going to save me from my sister.  I'd have to
suffer until Mom got home and I could get free of this mad person that
Lisa had turned into.

      	By that time, my virginity would be gone.  Truthfully, I really
didn't care that much.  The main problem was how much that thing was
going to hurt my little cunny.   She spread me wide and started to rub
it between my taut lips and feeling it there, feeling how thick it was,
made me fear it even more.  Thing is, the rough, hard, plastic felt
good as she rubbed it between my lips, coating it with my discharge,
and in spite of myself, I pushed back against it a little.  Lisa saw
that and her eyes gleamed with lust.

      	Before I could even think of what was going on, Lisa had flipped
me over and positioned me on my hands and knees.  My body automatically
positioned itself, knees spread wide, back arched with my hips tilted
to allow her easy entry.  I wished I could move away, but I couldn't.
Then Lisa did something that I could never imagined.

      	She put the end of the dildo right against my... my other hole
and pushed.

      	The opening must have been slick from how much I was leaking,
and I was so surprised that the tip pushed inside me in that spot with
no problem.  But painless it was not.  I would have screamed my head
off if I could have.  But all I could do was writhe, trying to get more
of the rough, hard plastic back there.  She pulled out though, not
having pushed in very far at all.

      	"Now that you're ready for it," she hissed, "it's really gonna
hurt, cuz your gonna tighten up.  Doesn't matter though, I'm gonna fuck
you hard, in every hole you have."

      	She was right, of course.  Even as she said it, my back hole
closed tight, trying to protect my exit from her entrance.  That didn't
stop her from pushing in anyway, and as my back hole gave way, I
shrieked in pain.

     	I'd never imagined anything could hurt that bad and I finally
seemed to be able to scream.  Lisa battered away, sinking the hard
plastic into my bowels with absolutely no regard for how much it hurt.
It wasn't like she was oblivious to how bad I was hurting either; she
made that plain enough.

      	"Aww, does it hurt little sister?"  she cooed in my ear.  "This
is the smallest strap-on I have."

      	More violent thrusts followed that, and I stopped screaming.
Not that I wanted to stop screaming, but I did anyway.  Plus, pressure
was building in my body and I realized that I could easily end up with
the strongest orgasm I'd ever had.  That was humiliating.  I was
grunting like a little piglet as she pounded my eight-year-old asshole,
showing me no mercy.  I couldn't scream anymore, and then I found I
couldn't even cum.  I was kept just on the edge, no matter how intense
the pain was.  And it was intense.

      	Lisa came though.  I heard her.  I had no idea how, at the time,
since I didn't know that the dildo had another end that fitted into her
pussy and over her clit to stimulate her as she raped me.  She told me
later that the more violent her thrusts the better the other end of the
dildo felt in her own pussy.  When she finished, she flipped me over so
that I was on my back with my head laying off the edge of the bed.

      	"Time to clean up, Kimmi," she sneered approaching my face with
the dildo.

      	I'd have puked if I could have.  My stomach, despite the fact
that I was too horny to think straight, was rebelling from just the
sight of the thing that had been inside me.

      	The white plastic was streaked with thick brown and red streaks,
completely coated with blood and... stuff from my rear.  But no matter
how hard I fought to keep it from happening, I had no control over my
body and my mouth eagerly opened to accept the plastic.

      	I lovingly cleaned all the crevices, sucking and licking the
dildo as the taste of my blood and my ... dirt coated my mouth.  Even
though my mind was screaming in horror, and my stomach was desperately
trying to void, I licked and sucked and hovered just on the edge of a
powerful orgasm.  When it was clean, Lisa started to lean into me,
forcing the rough plastic down my throat.  I gagged and coughed, spit
coating my lips and face as she fucked my throat.  I could feel the
thing lodge every time, my breath cut off and my gag reflex trying to
expel it.  It didn't help that she was using my nipples as a hand grip
to pull me onto the thing.

      	Eventually the vibrations from my gagging and moaning (moans of
passion that were just as fake as they were real, if you get my
meaning) brought her off again.  I still hadn't cum, but was getting
dizzy from desire and pain.  My butt hurt, a lot, and now my lips and
throat felt bruised as well.   Finally, Lisa pulled out as I coughed
and gagged.  She smiled as she repositioned me on the edge of the bed
so that now my butt was almost hanging off.

       	Lisa began rearranging my body for her final act of pleasure.
She unhooked one of the cuffs around my wrist, then put each leg
underneath my arm and crossed my feet behind my head.  Next, she
re-cuffed my hands behind my back, effectively locking me in that
awful, vulnerable position.  My little red cunny was close to my face,
and I could see how excited and wet it was.  I couldn't keep my legs
together enough to try and close the lips, so I was spread wide.

      	But it was the other hole that captured my attention.  It was
covered with blood and... other stuff.  The hole looked like it wasn't
closing all the way and I had a panicked moment when I thought she'd
ruined it forever.  It looked horrible and felt worse.  I hurt inside
too, and as I clenched my stomach muscles against a cramp, blood oozed
out of that hole.  I realized then that there was a strong possibility
that she had torn something inside me.

      	Lisa lined up the dildo with my virgin cunny.  Grinning cruelly,
she nudged the head of it so that it just lined up with my hole.  Then,
in one move, she pushed with her whole body and forced the plastic
dildo into me.  Since she was standing, and I was at the edge of the
bed, Lisa was in the perfect position to use her entire body weight to
drive the dildo into my cunny.

      	I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't think.  The pain was even more
intense than what I'd just gone through with my other hole.  I know she
tore me, and not just my hymen.  She hit bottom and then some,
stretching my newly opened tunnel past its limit.  Finally, I was able
to scream and I did.  I screamed my head off and I knew that Lisa
enjoyed every sound of pain that I made.  She didn't move though, she
just waited until I came back to some semblance of my self, whimpering.
 Then she pulled out and drove in again.

      	This final rape went on far longer than the other one had.  I
know I should have been incoherent, or even fainted.  It hurt that
much.  But I wasn't and I didn't.  I felt everything she did to my with
crystal clarity, every insult to my small body echoed in my brain.  It
was also paralleled by intense sexual pleasure.  I didn't cum, but I
was almost out of my mind from the conflicting feelings.

      	Finally, the rape came to an end.  When she pulled out, a gout
of blood followed, mixed with thick strands of my lubricant.  I knew
what was coming next when, once again, I was briefly uncuffed and spun
around on the bed.  I was right and the coppery taste of blood filled
my mouth as I was throat fucked a second time.

      	When she was finished and had removed the dildo from my throat,
I was repositioned on the bed again - Lisa was using my body like a
toy, moving it this way and that.  I ended up on my back, and she
folded me almost double, then started to lick and suck my cunt.

      	I was beyond disgusted as she started on my back hole and licked
and sucked the brownish residue from it.  I was still bleeding, as I
found out when she put her lips to the hole and sucked.  She opened her
mouth to show me the bloody mess inside, then closed it and smiled,
humming in pleasure as she swallowed.  Soon enough she attacked my bald
cunny, cleaning off the bloody streaks that covered my thighs and mons.
 Finally, as she drove the dildo into my throat once again, I had an
orgasm.

      	I'd never felt anything like this before.  As great as the pain
was, the pleasure was just as great, and I came and came until I
couldn't breath.  I didn't even care that she was choking me with the
dildo.  I couldn't breathe at all, because now the thing was really
down my throat.  When she pulled out and my orgasm finished, I wasn't
even fully conscious.

     	The last thing I heard before I passed out Lisa's mocking voice.

     	"Thanks for the presents sis," she laughed.  Then, as I lay
curled up on the bed, tears running down my face and my insides hurting
too much to even draw a deep breath, she added,  "I can't wait for
tonight -- it's gonna be a blast."

      She left the room and everything went dark.
      
      End chapter 1

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