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 Hello,
 
Here is a second story I would like to submit. Please post on ASSM.
Thank you,
Mike
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This story is fiction. The people in it are not real. This story
comes completely from my imagination. I do not participate in or
condone the abuse of any human being (adult or child). This story
is violent in nature and involves sexual abuse of both adults and
children. If that offends you, do not read it. If it is illegal
in your area then leave this page now.

This story is my property and may be reproduced as long as I am
shown as the author.

This is a continuation of the "Sally's Life Style" story already
posted on ASSM. I suggest if you have not read the first story,
you read it--in order to get more understanding of the series. 

Sally's Life Style (part two)

Chapter 3
Sally has really tested my ability to satisfy her craving for
pain. I have never met a woman who was so addicted to it. The
beating I had given her huge tits took about eight days to heal
enough for more punishment, so I decided this was a perfect time
to concentrate more on her daughter Mary. I mentioned earlier
that I was ready to start having Mary completely nude when we
were the only three in the house. I had also mentioned that I was
going to start more sexual contact with the four year old.

Sally's tits were so painful after the beating---that even
regular movement caused her discomfort. Sally was glad we started
concentrating on her daughter while her tits healed some. Mary
did not object to being naked since her mother was that way too.
She seemed to enjoy the attention she got from both her mother
and me.

I set down some rules for the little girl to start following.
Whenever she had to pee, she had to come and get my permission.
Which I might, or might not, give. I would make her wait till she
was begging me, which resulted in the four year old having
several accidents---which her mom and I took great pleasure in
punishing her for. I would make her lick her piss off the floor
after each accident or I would beat her flat tits with my belt or
the coat hanger. Her cleaning her own piss off the floor was not
her punishment for the accident. She still had to take whatever
punishment her mom or I decided to give her. I also made sure I
caressed her little cunt, ass, and flat little tits as often as
possible. It was great to have Sally and Mary both naked all the
time. Another rule I set for Mary was---as soon as she woke up in
the morning, she had to come immediately to me and lick my dick
until I told her to stop. I hadn't taught her to suck cock yet.
She had to lick my dick every time I took a piss. Sally even
started making her daughter lick her cunt clean every time she
pissed too.

As I mentioned before, Sally had wanted to find some new and
interesting ways to punish her daughter. So we started tying her
up in painful ways and making her stay in the restrictive bondage
for long periods of time. Some of the positions left her little
cunt completely exposed---and I took every opportunity to hurt
that little cunt by pinching, slapping, or even attaching
alligator clips to her cunt lips. Since she has the same fair
completion as her mom, the bindings would leave beautiful bruises
and red marks on her little body. I get almost as much pleasure
out of the marks left on a woman's body as I do making the marks.
Watching the black and blue tits on Sally heal while we worked
mostly on her daughter---kept me in almost constant arousal.

I don't want to give the impression that Sally's daughter was in
some painful situation all the time. I spent (and so did her mom)
a lot of time reading stories to her, having her sit on my lap,
hugging her, and telling her how much we loved her. We were still
going out to the zoo, amusement park and doing things that little
girls like to do. I think the best way to describe the situation
was a "VERY" strict but loving environment. Yes---It was not what
anyone would call a normal parent child relationship but it was
an environment we all lived in comfortably. Mary was very happy
when she and I would hurt her mom in some inventive ways. She
would giggle and laugh as she helped me work on her mom.

Sally's tits had reached a point where they were barely
discolored and only hurt when I was intentionally trying to hurt
them. So Mary and I were starting to work on her mom quite a
lot---which meant less punishment for the four year old (it was
about equal time for each).

Since Sally had gotten to where she really enjoyed making her
daughter lick our piss---I decided that what was good for the
goose--was good for the gander---and started pissing in a glass
and making Sally drink it. I would wait till I had a large tea
glass full and then make her consume the whole thing. She tried
to get sick at first, but after some rather sever punishment, she
decided it wasn't so bad after all. I would even mix some of my
sperm in the solution at times.

Sally and her daughter had (over all the time we spent together)
fallen deeply in love with me. I found this out when after an
argument, I said I was leaving and not coming back. Both of the
girls started crying, and begging me not to go, telling me how
much they loved me, how they would do anything (anything at all)
to get me to stay. I told them they would do anything I said
anyway --- but as I was saying it --- some new thoughts came to
me (some new possibilities). I didn't really intend to leave
anyway, it was just the argument, but now I knew that they really
loved me--and would do anything to keep me in their lives. I will
have to tell you later some of the new things we did.

Mary's cunt had never been penetrated in anyway that would break
her hymen. Sally had (on occasion) wanted to start shoving a
dildo up her daughter's vagina, but I would not let that happen.
Sally then wanted to work on Mary's ass hole, but again, I would
not let that happen. The pain inflicted on her ass hole and cunt
was limited to clips, beatings, and of course with my
favorite---the electric cattle prod for the really bad torture.
Her little body would shake, and twist into knots---it was so
wonderful to watch what the electric shock would do to a four
year old. Sally liked to watch that more than I did---because she
knew from personal experience how it felt. I did let Sally have
her way about one thing we would do to her daughter. She wanted
to inject something into her daughter tits so they would get
bigger. I knew a doctor who was into some pretty kinky stuff. I
had been at a party a year or so ago and had taped him doing some
VERY perverted stuff. So----it goes without saying ---- that when
I ask him to give me some hormone injections to make the four
year old's tits grow larger, he had no choice but to agree. By
Mary's 5th birthday, her tits were almost as big as large lemons.
She was going to have tits the size of basketballs, just like her
mom. The hormone was much better than just using saline, since
saline would eventually be absorbed into the blood and her tits
would go down. The hormones made them grow naturally and stay
that way. It was great to beat her tits since they were becoming
such good targets. Her nipples were growing also and were about
the size of a quarter. I don't know if the hormone also made them
more sensitive---but they certainly were VERY sensitive now. I
could make her scream bloody murder with hardly any effort. Oh
yes---you might be interested in the way I injected the hormone.
In order to get the hormone at the very center of her tits (where
the glands were) I had to put the needle straight into the center
of the nipple and push it to the center of her tits. Since all
the nerves in the tits come together in the nipple --- it was
very painful. I injected the hormones at 8:00AM and at
8:00PM---and would have loved to do it more often if I could have
just to watch her scream but I had to do it correctly---and not
over do it.

Chapter 4
Sally dropped a bombshell on me one day when she told me she had
an identical twin sister. Oh, I knew she had a sister---she had
told me that before. Married and lived in some city (I wasn't all
that interested in the conversation when she had told me so I
didn't pay attention). Well it seems her sister was divorcing her
husband and wanted to come and live with us for a while. OH
GREAT---just what I wanted--someone to interfere with the life
style we had. Now it would be clothes for the girls, and no
torture---because the cries and screams could not be concealed. I
told Sally that if her sister came to our city---she would have
to live someplace else so we could not interrupt our way of life.
Sally told me that both her and her sister were raised the same
way, since they were identical twins----they even thought the
same way, and the reason her sister was divorcing her wimp
husband was because he was not into punishment of any
kind------HEY---Think about this a minute if you read the first
two chapter of this story---you know that I was going to have two
five foot tall redheads, both 130 lbs., both with tits the size
of basketballs, great ass, great legs, and both with very fair
complexion living in my house. And there was a good possibility
that I would be able to do anything I wanted--to both of them. It
started to sound pretty good.

About a week before her sister was to arrive, Sally made sure the
extra bedroom was ready and bought extra groceries---all the
usual stuff people do when expecting a guest. She was talking my
ear off about her sister. She wanted everything to be perfect. I
told her she could buy herself and Mary some new clothes to wear
for her sister's arrival. But Sally said she wanted both her and
Mary to be nude when her sister arrived. Because she wanted it to
be very clear to her sister just how we lived. I know I would
have wanted it that way, but I didn't think I would be that
lucky---I thought I would have to let her sister know what was
going on sort of gradually. Sally said she not only wanted the
two of them to remain nude, but she also wanted me to give her a
good beating before her sister arrived---so her sister would be
able to see the welts and bruises. This seems to be turning out a
lot better than I had expected.

Her sister was to arrive around noon on Thursday, so Thursday
morning I had both Sally and Mary tied to kitchen chairs and
proceeded to whip, clamp, shock, and abuse their bodies in a way
that would leave some nasty marks---not just a few---I wanted
their bodies covered from head to toe---front and back. Isn't
that what Sally had said she wanted her sister to see???  After I
had both of them screaming for mercy, and the entire front of
their bodies not only covered with red welts but also some black
and blue bruises, I untied them and tied them face down, bent
over the kitchen table (one on each end). I proceeded to do the
same thing to their backs, asses, and legs. I made sure there was
enough black and blue bruises so there would be no doubt in her
sisters mind how sever the punishment was in this house. Her
sister would take one look--and cut and run---or know what she
was getting into if she didn't run. That wooden club I made from
a dust mop handle--really leaves nice bruises.

When her sister finally knocked on the door, I had Sally and Mary
both go answer the door completely nude. I wanted her sister to
see immediately what was up--so she could not even enter the
house if she didn't like what she saw. I was sitting on the couch
and could see the door clearly over my left shoulder. I was
surprised when they greeted each other with a "HI" and a great
big hug. Then her sister bent down and lifted Mary up into her
arms and gave here a great big hug and kiss. Mary said, "Hi aunt
Sara!". It was as if Sally's sister was totally blind and did not
see that they were both nude---and bruised from head to toe.
Sally showed her in--and as they enter the living room I stood up
to be introduced to Sara. Sara didn't even wait for Sally to do
the introductions. She came over to me and said, "you must be
Joe." Then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

I have to say---I have seen a lot in my time--and been around the
block a few times But the complete lack of noticing anything
abnormal by Sara through me for a loop. Sally told Sara to sit
down and talk to me while she went to get us all a drink---then
took Mary and walked into the kitchen. Sara sat down on the couch
and told me she had heard so much about me from her sister. She
said she heard what a loving and kind man I was---how I went out
of my way to make sure her sister and niece were well cared for.
That Sally told her I would do anything to please them---then she
added---and make them behave.

As Sally came back in from the kitchen with a pitcher of iced tea
and some glasses, I too busy checking out this new woman to even
notice Sally and Mary were back. Sara was EXACTLY like her twin
sister. I could not tell I was not looking at Sally. She had on a
pair of tight jeans that showed her legs and ass clearly. It also
showed me that she had the same rounded belly. The blouse she had
on was similar to a man's sport shirt----it was long sleeved and
buttoned down the front with a small breast pocket. It was
covering two tits that were (like Sally's) the size of
basketballs.  Her hair even fell over the shoulders just like
Sally's. Same fair complexion. DAMN ---- There was absolutely no
way to tell them apart. As Sally set the iced tea on the coffee
table and started to fill the glasses, Sara said she needed to
run to the little girl's room. Sally told her how to go upstairs
and the door next to the extra bedroom was the hall bathroom.

While she was gone Mary jumped in my lap and Sally sat down in
the chair across from me. I instinctively put my hand on Mary's
tiny pussy and started to rub my fingers up and down her little
slit. Sally said, "Isn't she wonderful? I am so happy to have her
here. I know you two will get along just fine". I was still
trying to sort out all the things in my head---Sara's reaction
(or lack of it) to the nude, bruised bodies of my two girls. What
Sara had said about hearing so much about me--- it was almost too
much for me to totally comprehend. Just as I was feeling like my
mind had quit functioning properly----Sara comes back down the
stairs to join us. Now---I about had a nervous breakdown---She
had removed all her clothes and was naked as the day she was
born. I guess she wanted to fit in---and since her sister and
niece were both naked  maybe she thought she should be too????
She sat down on the other end of the couch. I didn't realize that
I was still fingering Mary's tiny slit while I was blatantly
staring at Sara. The only obvious way for me to tell I was
staring at Sara and not Sally was that Sara had a thin straight
line of pubic hair---maybe as wide as a pencil---running from the
top of her cunt up her lower stomach maybe two inches. It was
neatly trimmed. I thought to myself it was like an arrow pointing
the way to paradise. The rest of her pubic area and all of her
cunt was as bald as Sally and Mary's.

The first week that Sara was with us was an adjustment period for
all of us, Yes Sara was always naked in the house just like her
sister and niece---but I was still unsure how to proceed with the
action so about all 
I did was slap, pinch, or spank Mary and Sally as Sara was pretty
much just an observer. One night in bed, Sally told me Sara
wanted me to start touching her and hurting her in much the same
way I did Sally and Mary. She said her sister was just a little
different in that she liked to be beaten in a different way
sometimes; I ask what she meant by that. She said Sara wanted and
needed to be hit like a man would hit another man (with a fist).
I question her as to what she was trying to tell me. She said
Sara like to be hit in the face and stomach and even kicked. She
said Sara was really unhappy and could never find a man who was
rough enough for her. I just lay there quietly and tried to
understand what I was supposed to do, and if I could actually do
it. The next morning in the kitchen, we were all three cleaning
up after breakfast. Sara dropped a plate on the floor and it
broke. I got up acting really mad---went over and spun Sara
around and yelled, "You stupid Bitch!!!" and I hit her as hard as
I could across the face with my open hand. I then hit her as hard
as I could in the stomach with my fist. She double over and fell
to her knees trying to catch her breathe. I glanced over at Sally
and saw she had a big smile on her face that told me this is
exactly what Sara wanted and needed. As I looked down as Sara she
started to cry and say how sorry she was---would I please let her
suck me off to make up for breaking the dish. I reached down and
slapped her hard again across the face and told her I didn't
think she could do a good enough job to please me. She started
begging me to please give her a chance --- she would try so hard
to do it right and not disappoint me. 

I decided to let her suck me off---but I wanted her to think I
was only doing it out of pity. So I grabbed a hand full of her
hair and yanked her head back---stared right in her eyes and told
her she had better not disappoint me. She immediately pulled my
dick out and went at it like a professional. DAMN she was better
than Sally at it. I waited till I was ready to explode ---
grabbed her hair again and forced my cock completely down her
throat. After I had emptied my load into her stomach I pushed her
hard away from me (she sprawled out on the floor). I raised my
foot and kicked her hard in the ribs---smashing part of her left
tit in the process and yelled at her, "Bitch you better get
better than that". I then left and went to sit on the couch in
the living room. Sally followed me --- leaving her sister on the
floor crying---she came over and hugged me really hard and said,
"thank you---that was exactly what Sara likes". I was not too
sure whether "I" liked it or not. I had never treated a woman
that way---even when I beat Mary or Sally it was always known
that there was love involved by everyone I wasn't sure about this
since it seemed to be just violence. I would have to come to
grips with some new games.


Thank you for reading my second attempt at writing erotic
stories. I don't know if this will be the last one on "Sally's
Life Style" or not. I have others I am working on also. If you
liked the story --- please e-mail me your comments. But if you
have suggestions that help me become a better writer please
e-mail me about that too. My e-mail: okindian123@aol.com

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