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 Here are the final chapters to "Sally's Life Style" please post them on ASSM. 
Thank you for all you do.
JustaPervert
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This Story is fiction. None of the characters are real people.
This story comes strictly from my imagination. I do not
participate in nor do I condone the abuse of any human being
(adult or child). It contains violence to both children and
adults. If that offends you then don't read it. If it is illegal
in your area then leave this page now.

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

If you have not read Sally's Life Style, and Sally's Life Style
(part two) I recommend that you do so before reading this story.
This is Part Three of that series. They are posted on ASSM.

Sally's Life Style (part three) 
By JustaPervert
Codes: BDSM, Pedo, M/F, M/f, violence

Chapter 5
Sally's Twin sister Sara had come to live with us just after
Mary's fifth birthday. And I was having more than just a little
emotional trouble with how Sara wanted me to treat her. As I
mentioned in the previous chapters, Sara like to be abused (just
like Sally and Mary) but she had wanted more. For a few days
after the episode in the kitchen (after breakfast)---You remember
where I hit her with my fist---I felt really uncomfortable with
the idea of beating a woman with my fist, kicking her with my
boot, etc. ---- I know what you must be thinking---that--how
could I beat a five year old girl and her mother with canes,
whips, belts, and even a wooden club (not to mention the cattle
prod for electrical shock) and feel bad about beating the s***
out of a woman like I would in a fight with a man??? I don't know
either---except that I am into BDSM and have been for some
time---but that does not mean I am into physically hurting a
woman like she was an enemy of mine.

I had talked to Sally about her sister's preferences, and how I
had mixed emotions about it. I liked seeing her eye swollen shut
and blackened. But I sure didn't enjoy making it that way. I
guess it was not sexual---you know---like whipping a cunt or
sticking needles in a tit. It was fun though--to walk by Sara and
poke her in the ribs on the big bruise where I had kicked her,
she would really howl.

I decided I would have to find out whether I could satisfy Sara
or not. I set out a plan to tie her to the same hook in the
living room that I had used on Sally (that day I beat her tits so
badly). Only I would tie Sara standing up with her hands above
her head and pull her up till she was just on her tip-toes. I
would then be able to kick her and use my fist on her entire body
(kind of like a punching bag). 

Saturday morning (early) before Sally and Mary were up, I went
into the extra bedroom where Sara was sleeping---I grabbed her by
the hair and dragged her out of bed. She was shocked since she
had been sleeping so soundly, and was now being almost attacked.
I slapped her twice in the face as hard as I could and yelled at
her, "You dumb cunt why aren't you up fixing my breakfast??" When
she tried to respond---Just hit her again, this time in the
stomach with my fist. As she fell to the floor I yelled at her,
"I guess I will just have to teach you a lesson." I reached down
and grabbed her hair again, and physically dragged her (by her
hair) down the stairs, watching how she bumped over each step. I
tied her to the hook in the ceiling in the corner of the room (as
I described above). She was now ready for me to beat the s*** out
of her. My first punch hit her in the low abdomen just above her
pussy. She gasp for breath and I heard her say something through
her sobs. I ask her what she said---she begged me not to hit her
in the stomach because her bladder was full since I had not let
her have a chance to go to the bath room when I yanked her out of
bed. Imagine this---a woman is about to get the beating of her
life, and she doesn't say---don't beat me---she just complains
because I didn't let her go to the bath room first---man this was
some sick lady.

I didn't take her down; instead I just started kicking her knees,
thighs, belly, and ass (since the blows and kicks had her
swinging and spinning from the force). I alternated kicks and
punches. It was like I do at the gym when I practice kickboxing.
Sara's full bladder---was now empty (on the floor). I made sure
that those HUGE tits got more than their share of attention. I
practiced getting a direct blow to the center of her tits (right
on the nipple so that the whole tit was smashed flat against her
ribs). I could feel my fist hit the bones under her tits and feel
the tissue splatter under the blows (smashing them flat against
her ribs---and would watch as they rebounded back to regular
shape). After about five minutes Sally and Mary had heard her
screams and had come down to investigate (standing on the stairs
watching the show). I would guess I must have beat her for about
twenty minutes, because I was feeling like I do after a twenty
minute work out at the gym. The last minute or so Sara was out
cold.

I untied her and she collapsed on the floor. I just left her
there and went over to Sally and Mary on the stairs and gave them
a big hug and said good morning to them. We went into the kitchen
and started breakfast. Sally said that she was pretty sure that
(after what she had just seen) Sara would say she had indeed
finally found someone who could satisfy her desire to be beaten.
I didn't saying anything in response---I didn't know how to say
what I was thinking. We had been in the kitchen about 10
minutes---when Sara came crawling into the room---one eye swollen
shut, bleeding from a bruise on her knee and also from one on her
lip. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. I didn't let
any of the girls know---but---It made me almost throw up. Sara
drug herself over to where I was sitting at the table and put her
head in my lap (still crying and sobbing big tears). She looked
at me with her one open eye and said, "Thank you, Joe. I now know
who is my boss and controls the rest of my life". I didn't
respond to this either---I was seriously thinking I needed to be
admitted to a mental hospital for what I had done to her.

The entire rest of the day I was like a zombie. I could not do
anything to get the thoughts of what I had done to Sara out of my
mind. By bedtime, I had decided I needed to set the girls (all
three of them) down and have a VERY serious talk about what we
were going to do with the rest of our lives. I decided that I did
not want any of us to go to bed until I got this thing settled.
So I took them all three into the living room and had them sit
side by side on the couch while I stood in front of them and
paced back and forth. I looked at Sara and again it made me sick.
I decided to let it all out.

This is what I told them, "You all know how much I love Sally and
Mary. And I have really gotten to like Sara being here with us. I
could and may get to love Sara as much as I do the two of you
(motioning toward Sally and Mary). But as much as we all love the
life style we have chosen, I can't just hurt a woman for the sake
of hurting her. The games we have played are always associated
with our sexual desires in some way. What you want (pointing at
Sara) is just violence. At least it is to me. I will not be doing
anymore of it. If we are to all live together, and be happy--then
we have to reach an agreement that we all can be happy with---not
just some of us happy with it. Sara, if you absolutely have to
beaten the way I beat you this morning---then as much as I hate
it---you will have to leave this house. If you "can" find
fulfillment in just being abused as you have seen me do to Mary
and Sally---then I think we could all be very happy.
If all three of you can't agree to these terms---then I will be
the one to leave. I will not be party to doing damage to one of
you that could put you in the hospital of even worse. SO---You
have till morning to think all this over and let me know what you
think. Now let's all go to bed. Mary I want you to sleep with
your mom and me tonight. I need to love on your little naked body
to help me calm down".

Chapter 6
The next morning I was up first (as usual) I went down and got
breakfast completely ready---then I went up and got all the girls
up and told them to come on down to the kitchen. When they walked
into the kitchen I told them there would be no talking "AT ALL"
except maybe by me. So we all sat in silence and enjoyed the
meal. When the dishes were all cleaned up I told them to go in
the living room and all three sit on the couch just like last
night. They did. I went in and this time instead of standing in
front of them---I went over and sat in the chair across from
them. I had to admire the three naked women (well actually, two
women and a five year old) I thought to myself how deeply I cared
for them all. "OK". I said. "Let have it----What have you
decided? One at a time please".

Sara was the first to speak. She said, "I did some real soul
searching last night and decided that I need to get some mental
counseling from a therapist. I need to realize that my desires
are abnormal and bizarre. I would like to stay with you three
because you all seem to care for me more than anyone ever has
before. I feel like you all love me--I have always loved my
sister and niece, but I am falling in love with you too, Joe. You
are the most caring and kind man I have ever met---when you
aren't doing the games, that is (she giggled). I enjoy the
spankings and electrical shock and that sort of stuff, I just
need to over come all my bizarre hang-ups. Will you all help me
through this?"

Sally jumped in immediately, "We do love you Sara. And I want you
to stay with us forever. I will be more than happy to help you in
anyway I can". Mary said, "Oh please aunt Sara don't go---I don't
want you to go".

I ask if everyone was sure of this decision for Sara to stay and
for all us to help her anyway we could. All three of them---at
the same time---"YES!". "Then it is settled", " Sara, you will
obey me in everything I say just like your sister does Is that
clear? And we will support you all we can and help you work out
your problems---OK??? Now Mary, come over here so I can check out
how much your tits are growing, and I suppose it is time for us
to inject them with more of your medicine", I said.

That evening, while we were sitting watching TV, I told Sally and
Sara that I wanted them to make the most passionate love they
possibly could on the floor in front of Mary and me. I told Mary
to sit on my lap and watch very closely---because I wanted her to
learn how to fuck another girl. I told her she would be able to
do the things she is seeing---with some of her friends someday.
Sara and Sally immediately went to the floor and started
kissing---but the way they were starting off, I could tell that
they were both unsure of what they were doing---I knew as things
progressed they would get excited and really get into it. I let
my hand find Mary's little cunt and my other hand found her nice
growing tits. My-my---her tits were now the size of an orange
(each). I've seen grown women that didn't have tits the size of
this five year old's. The hormones were doing a great job. As I
rubbed her cunt, I found that for the first time, she was
starting to produce lubrication. Although she had always said it
felt good when I played with her clit and slit---the only
moisture was nothing more than normal dampness. I was glad she
was starting to lubricate. It would be time for her to lose her
hymen soon. 

The four us ended up staying together until Mary was sixteen and
getting her drivers license. We were all very happy and Sara had
gotten completely over her desire to be beaten to death (not
really to death---you know what I mean). I had deflowered Mary on
her sixth birthday and Sally and Sara made love to each other
more than they did to me---except I kept their mouths busy three
or four times a day. I ended up getting more sex from Mary, than
her mom and aunt. I kept all three covered in red welts and
bruises. We had started using more needles, cigarettes, and other
ways to inflict pain on the girls, and all were happy as could
be. THEN MY LIFE CAME TO A STOP---Sally and Sara were both out
shopping with Mary----Mary (a new driver) was driving. She
couldn't stop in time as a light changed to red---all three were
killed by a semi truck going the other way.

THE END

I hope you all enjoyed the final chapters of this story. I really
appreciate all the comments I have gotten from all of you. It has
really inspired me to keep trying. Thank you all so much. I am
working on a couple of other stories I hope to post soon---If I
can get them done.
Please send any comments you might have to <a
href="mailto:okindian123@aol.com">okindian123@aol.com</a> 

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