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BROTHER'S TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE - Part Three
   Pain.  Endless pain.  For the past ten hours this has been the universe
of fourteen year old Molly.  Her slim body glistens with perspiration.  She
moans softly.  In her dazed state she hardly notices that her brother has
returned.  He stands beside her and marvels at his handiwork once again. 
His beautiful little sister has been balancing on her toes for hours and
her leg muscles are locked in agonizing cramps.  That pain is bad but not
as bad as the throbbing ache in her nipples.  They have swollen to twice
their normal size as tiny nooses of coarse cotton thread stretch them up
grotesquely.  Each strand has been drawn over one of her shoulders and
fastened to the ropes which tightly bind her forearms to each other behind
her back.  By midnight the nooses had tightened sufficiently to break the
skin around the base of each nipple.  Several small rivulets of blood
trickle down the underside of each of Ivy's breasts and onto the flat
surface of her abdomen.  But even this is not the primary cause of her
suffering.  The flesh of her vagina and ass-hole burn horribly.  Her
brother has forced her to straddle a rough hemp rope.  The line has been
passed through rings in the ceiling and tightened so that its jagged
surface is jammed into the crack formed by her cunt and ass.  She cannot
escape because her ankles are fastened with short chains to rings in the
floor.  Molly's most intimate flesh has been scraped raw.  At three in the
morning, her legs gave out momentarily, dropping her onto the rope.  This
resulted in a bruised clitoris.
   Her suffering delights Wayne.  At six feet six he towers over the little
girl by a foot.  He reaches out and plucks the thread attached to her left
nipple like a harp string.  The sudden increase in pain wakes her from her
painful stupor.  She moans and tries to focus pain blurred eyes at her
brother.
   "Wake up, Molllycunt, rest time is over," he says sarcastically.  "It's
six in the morning and we've got a busy day ahead of us.  I must say, I did
enjoy lying in bed watching you struggle.  Perhaps we'll make this a
regular thing."
   Molly sobs as Wayne uses a knife to cut the threads stretching her
nipples.  With rough fingers he loosens the loops.  His sister cries out as
circulation is restored in her tender flesh, causing more pain.
   "Hold still," he orders.  "We don't want your titties to get infected.
Her uncaps a small bottle and soaks a cotton ball with brown liquid.  Her
rubs her nipples with the cloth.
   "IIEEEYAAAH!!" Molly screams.  Her brother has rubbed iodine on the
broken flesh of her tits and it burns like acid.
   "Shut up," he orders as her loosens the rope from the ceiling.  With a
flick of his wrist her pulls the hemp out of her cunt and ass.  Molly
immediately falls to her knees.  She pitches forward, with her face resting
on the floor as Wayne unshackles her ankles.  Finally, he loosens the bonds
holding her arms behind her back and stands up.  Molly rolls over on her
side and curls into a fetal position.
   "Get up, Sis," he says as he prods her with his shoe.  " I want you to
clean up for our guests.  They're going to begin arriving in about an
hour."
   The fourteen-year-old struggles to her feet and stand before her
brother. He grabs her wrist and leads her down the stairs to her bathroom.
Her large bathtub has been filled with scented water.  He helps her into it
and instructs her to wash herself and to put on the clothes that he has
laid out on her bed when she is done.  He explains that the bath water has
been laced with a mild antiseptic so that the chafed flesh of her cunt and
ass will not get infected.  He leaves her alone.
   Molly lays in the water.  She slowly recovers some of her strength as
she washes herself in the soothing bath.
   Somewhat revived, she realizes that this is probably her best chance to
escape.  If she can just make it to the highway perhaps she can flag down a
car whose driver will take her to the police.  She quietly gets out of the
bath and dries herself.  She goes down to her room.  The outfit Wayne wants
her to wear is on her bed.  It consists of a white leather bikini bottom
and a matching bra.  She's not going to wear that.  Instead she goes to her
dresser to get more appropriate clothes.  The drawers are empty!  She
rushes to her closet.  Wayne has removed all her clothes.  She returns to
her bed and reluctantly picks up the leather panties.  She is appalled to
notice that a four-inch dildo and a two-inch long butt plug have been
fitted to the garment.  She struggles to remove them but cannot.  With
disgust she throws the clothing back on the bed.  She picks up the bra. 
The inside has been lined with thousands of tiny needles.  Each needle is
less that one-sixteenth of an inch long and would not break her skin. 
Nonetheless the pain of wearing such a top would be unbearable.
   "Screw this," she thinks and pulls the bedspread from the bed.  She
pulls off the top sheet and wraps it around her body into a loose toga. 
She then quietly walks down the stairs to the front entrance of the
mansion. She can hear her brother speaking to someone on the phone in her
father's study.  This is her chance!
   She rushes to the front door and quietly opens it.  She slips outside
and runs down the steps of the mansion's massive front porch.  Molly
hurries along the private tree-lined roadway of the estate.  The road is
about a half a mile long but she covers that distance quickly, motivated by
the memory of the night of horror she had just experienced.  She comes to
the gate that separates the estate from the two-lane black top of the
county road.  She presses the code number of the automatic lock on the gate
and to her relief, the heavy barricade quietly glides open.  She's out in a
shot and is running down the road.  She wants to get as far as possible
from her sadistic brother.
   It's still early in the morning and there is no traffic on the road. 
Molly continues to run when she catches sight of a large, black Buick
station wagon coming towards her.  She steps out on the road and tries
desperately to flag it down.  The vehicle slows to a stop and the tinted
passenger side window slides down.  Molly runs up to the window.
   An elderly couple is seated in the front seat.  The driver is a man in
his seventies and the woman only a few years younger.  They look at the
strangely dressed young girl with concern.
   "Are you all right, my dear?" asks the grandmotherly old woman.
   "Please, please!" Molly shouts.  "You've got to help me.  My brother's
gone crazy and I need to get to the police.  Do you have a cell phone I can
use to call them?"
   "I'm afraid the battery of my husband's phone died yesterday and we
forgot to charge it," says the kindly old woman.  "Why don't you get in the
back and we'll take you where you want to go."
   Turning to the passengers in the back seat the old woman says, "Roger,
why don't you get out and make room for this dear child."
   The back door of the Buick opens and a very fat boy steps out.  He is
about twelve years old.  He smiles at Molly and holds the door open for
her. As she passes him to get in she notices that she is several inches
taller than he is although he must outweigh her by at least one hundred
pounds.  She looks into the car and sees that the boy's identical twin
brother is sitting on the far side of the car.  He is as corpulent as his
brother.  Roger gets in behind her and she finds herself sandwiched between
the two fat youths.  Molly has to breathe through her mouth because the
boys have not bathed for several days.  They both give off a sour goat-like
body odor.  She figures that the old couple in the front of the car must
have grown so used to the smell that they don't notice it.
   As the car accelerates the old woman introduces them.  "Molly, this is
Roger and his brother, John.  They're our grand-sons."
   The young girl's head jerks up!  She doesn't remember giving the old
woman her name!
   "How do you know my name?" she asks with a sinking heart.
   "Why your brother, Wayne, called us," the woman says with a smile.  "You
see, I told a little fib when I said our cell phone didn't work.  Anyway,
he was talking to me when he heard you running out of the house.  He knew
we were just a mile or so from the estate.  He asked us to pick you up, you
naughty little minx."
   Molly struggles to get out of the car but is tightly sandwiched by the
twins.  Each boy grabs one of her arms and holds her in place.  As she
struggles the top of her toga falls open revealing her small breasts. 
Roger and his brother smile at the sight.  Each boy uses his free hand to
pinch one of her bruised nipples.
   By now the Buick has pulled up to the entrance of the estate.  The old
woman uses her phone to call Wayne who remotely opens the gate.  The old
man drives the car down the private driveway and stops when the vehicle is
out of sight from the highway.
   He turns to his grandsons and says, "Boys why don't we get out and see
what Molly's got to offer."
   The old couple gets out of the car and the twins pull Molly from the
back seat.  She tries to run away but the old man grabs her by the scruff
of the neck.  He is very powerful.  In her struggles, the bed sheet slips
from Molly's body and she stands naked before the foursome.
   "Oh, she's just adorable," coos the old woman.  "We're going to have
lots of fun with her before the day is out."
   "Grandma," asks Roger as his gazes at Molly's nakedness with piggy eyes.
"Can Johnny and me fuck her?  Please, can we?"
   "It's 'May Johnny and I fuck her' Roger," she corrects.  "I do wish
you'd watch your grammar.  Anyway, you can't right now, boys.  There'll be
time enough for that very soon but right now her brother is waiting for
her. I think he's got something special in mind for her when he gets hold
of her.  Perhaps he'll let you watch or even participate.  Now get the
ropes and we'll take her home in a manner that befits the animal she is."
   Molly struggles vainly to escape from the clutches of the old man while
the two boys open the back of the station wagon and remove a large coil of
rope.  The old woman takes a switchblade from the pocket of her husband's
windbreaker and cuts four lengths of rope.  The man forces Molly to lie on
the ground while the boys fasten a piece of rope to each of her wrists and
ankles.  As they work each boy takes the opportunity to run his hands over
her naked body, fondling her breasts and buttocks and pinching her nipples.
Roger even manages to shove his thumb into her vagina before his
grandmother notices what he's done and makes him take it out.
   The boys and the old man lift Molly up and slam her roughly down on her
back onto the wide roof of the station wagon.  The sun has been up for a
while and the metal is painfully hot.  Her head is at the back of the
vehicle.  Before she can recover, the opposite ends of the ropes are passed
into the open window of the car.  The old man and woman pull hard and tie
the ends to the seat belt anchors in the vehicle.  When they are finished
the girl is tightly spread-eagled on the hot metal of the roof.  Her legs
are spread so wide that the inner lips of her vagina are open to the
elements.  The family gets in the car and the old man hits the gas pedal.
The Buick's tires spin and the car accelerates.  Molly slides backwards
until her head hangs over the back of the car, but the ropes keep her from
falling off.  The old man purposely makes the Buick weave from side to side
jerking the girl left and then right.  It feels like her arms and legs are
being torn from their sockets.  He drives over some bumps and Molly is
slammed onto the roof so that her breath is knocked out of her.  When they
are almost at the mansion the old man gets the car up to sixty miles an
hour.  Molly can feel the wind on her vagina.  Insects bounce of the
windshield of the car and her widely spread legs.  Just before the car
begins to slow down to stop a honeybee is blown onto Molly's vagina.  The
stunned insect instinctively stings the delicate flesh of her labia.  Molly
screams as the wind blows the dying bug into her gaping cunt.
   The old man slams on the brakes and Molly is almost thrown off of the
front of the car as it skids to a stop in front of the mansion.
   Wayne is standing in front of the large home.  He is delighted to see
his sister trussed to the roof of the car like a dead animal.
   The foursome gets out of the car.
   "Wayne, my friend," says the old man.  "Thanks for inviting us to help
break your sister."
   "Mr and Mrs Johnson," Wayne replies.  "It's my pleasure.  In fact, it's
an honor to be visited by two longstanding members of the Thanatos Society.
I'm sure you have a lot to teach me."
   "Now, now, son," smiles Mrs Johnson as she embraces Molly's brother. 
"Don't be modest.  From what you've told us about how you've handled Molly
in the past day, it looks like you're off to a wonderful start.
   "Do you expect the others to arrive soon?" she continues.
   "Yes," Wayne says.  "I was on the phone late into the night and
everything is arranged.  The workmen will be here this morning, as will the
new staff and a few more guests.  It's amazing how quickly people respond
when money is no object.
   Turning to the twins, Mrs Johnson instructs them to get Molly down from
the car.  The twelve-year-old boys work quickly and loosen the girl's ropes
and pull her off of the car onto the grass.
   Wayne and the old couple saunter over to where Molly is sprawled on her
back.
   "Molly, Molly, Molly," says Wayne, shaking his head.  "When are you
going to realize that you can never escape from me?"
   Molly says nothing.  She only glares at her brother through pain charged
eyes.
   "You know that your behavior must be 'corrected'.  Mr Johnson, do you
have any suggestions?"
   "Well Wayne," says Johnson.  "Normally I'd cut the Achilles tendons of
any slave who tried to run away.  But since this little cunt is new to
slavery I suggest a less drastic corrective action." He looks at his two
fat grandsons who stand over Molly.  "Perhaps my grandsons and their
grandmother can helpteach her a lesson."
   The two boys are kneeling on either side of a struggling Molly.  Each is
pinning a shoulder to the ground with one hand while pinching her nipples
with the other.  Her tender buds have become swollen with blood and stand
out prominently from her small breasts.  Their brutal fondling has caused
the cuts made by the strings that night to re-open and tiny droplets of
blood seep out of the base of her nips.  She is horribly humiliated by the
crude attentions of boys even younger than she is.
   Grandpa remarks to Wayne that the boys share a personal sex-slave that
they were given as a Christmas present last year.  However she was sent to
the Thanatos Society's Slave Academy for advanced training.  As a result,
Roger and John have been without anyone to fuck and torment for several
weeks now.  That is why they can't seem to leave Molly's tits alone."
   Wayne says, "Boys.  Follow me to the back of the house.  Bring the cunt
along.  I think you'll be able to teach her a lesson in the greenhouse."
   Molly is pulled to her feet and led around the mansion to a small
greenhouse that occupies a corner of the large back lawn.  Wayne leads them
into the glass building.  The visitors walk past a large variety of cactus
plants.  Molly's brother explains that his mother had been interested in
growing different varieties of the prickly plants.
   At the end of the greenhouse is the work area.  A large wooden table is
bolted to the concrete floor.  Gardening implements and clay pots are
scattered on its surface.
   The boys' eyes light up when they notice the large vise bolted to edge
of the table.  Its jaws are more than twelve inches long.
   With a whoop they drag Molly to the device.  They force her to bend from
the waist so that her tits hang over the vise.  Roger pushes her down until
the cod cross-hatched steel surfaces of the steel jaws touch her nipples.
As he holds her in place his brother quickly turns the handle of the vise.
The jaws come together trapping Molly's tender breast buds.
   "EEEEAAAAAHHH!!" she screams as the cold metal jaws squash her nipples.
Roger lets go of the fourteen year-old.  She cannot stand up straight for
her sensitive flesh is trapped.  Her squeals intensify as Johnny continues
to turn the handle of the vise.  He stops only when Molly'' nipples are
almost squeezed flat.  Pain radiates from her nipples through both her
breasts.
   Tears course down her cheeks as she does a dance of pain.  Molly cannot
stand up straight.  She tries to grab the handle of the vise but the boys
are too quick for her.  They each grab one of her wrists and bend her arms
and force her hands flat onto the table on either side of the vise.
   "How are you going to keep her from loosening he vise?" asks Mr Johnson
calmly.
   "We could tie her hands behind her back," says Roger as he watches Molly
writhe.
   "Yes," agrees his grandfather.  "But I'm sure you can think of a more
imaginative and painful way to secure her arms.  Just look around."
   The fat twins do as instructed.  Johnny's face lights up when he notices
a hammer and several boxes of nails sitting on the table.  Smiling he looks
at his grand dad and asks if it OK to nail Molly's hands to the top of the
table.
   "Of course it's OK," says the old man.  "Just make sure that you place
the nails so that they break none of her bones."
   Upon hearing this, Molly increases her struggle to escape.  It is a
useless effort.
   Wayne, ever helpful, retrieves the hammer and a box of four-inch nails.
   "Here, let me do it," he says.
   Standing to the right of his sister, he places the point of a nail on
the back of her hand about one inch below the conjunction of her middle and
fourth fingers.  Lifting the heavy hammer, he looks his sister in the eye.
   "I imagine your little nipples must really hurt.  I know a way of taking
your mind off of them," he says and strikes the nail with a mighty blow.
   AAAAIIIIYYGHH!!!" screams Molly as the steel shaft easily penetrates the
flesh of her hand and drives into the wooden surface of the bench.  The fat
twelve-year old twins laugh out loud as blood oozes from her wounded hand
and piss trickles down the inside of her legs.
   Old Mrs Johnson declares, "Molly, you naughty girl, you've gone and
embarrassed yourself by peeing on he floor.
   Carefully avoiding the puddle of urine, Wayne goes to the other side of
his sister and nails her other hand to the workbench.
   Both boys now let go of her arms and stand back to admire the view. 
Fourteen year old Molly is bent over at the waist.  She cannot stand
straight for her nipples are trapped in the iron maw of a large vise.  She
cannot loosen the jaws for her hands have been nailed to the surface of the
table.  Her beautiful round ass jiggles slightly as her feet dance in the
puddle of her own urine.  She is screaming and crying from the pain.  She
doesn't know what hurts more her hands or her nipples.  Soon her body
glistens with sweat.
   Her cries go up an octave when Old Mr Johnson stands behind her and
places a gnarled hand on each cheek of her buttocks.  Using his thumbs as
if he were splitting a peach, he spreads her ass cheeks to reveal the pink
rosette of her anus.
   He looks over his shoulder at his wife.  "Will you assist me, my dear?"
   "Of course," she says and goes over to her husband.  She unzips his fly
and removes his semi-hard cock.  With a few deft strokes of her hand, the
old man's cock hardens into a nine inch shaft.  She guides the tip of her
husband's circumcised penis to Molly's ass-hole.  The fourteen year old can
feel the blunt end pushing against her anal opening.  Inexorably the man
pushes forward until the ring of flesh expands painfully and swallows the
purple plum shaped head of his cock.  Molly cannot move very much lest she
tear off her nipples.  Her shrieks intensify as inch by inch Johnson's cock
invades her rectum.  Soon eight inches of flesh rest in her gut.  He pulls
out and Molly feels like she is being turned inside out.  The old man
begins to fuck her ass rhythmically.  The young teen's anal sphincter feels
like it's on fire.  Her screams are deafening.  Finally the Johnson pulls
his cock from her ass and shoots a great wad of sperm onto Molly's
backside.
   As the pearly slime slides down the back of her right leg, Johnson turns
to his grandsons and says, "She's all your."
   While her husband was buggering the helpless girl, Mrs Johnson was
walking around the rest of the greenhouse.  She returns holding something
in a heavily gloved hand.
   While her grandson, Roger, is pushing his cock into Molly's vagina, Mrs
Johnson says to Wayne that his sister's screams are becoming annoying and
that she has just the thing to shut her up.  Holding her palm flat she
reveals what she has been holding.
   Wayne's smile broadens.  Resting on the old woman's palm is a perfectly
round section of cactus.  It is two inches in diameter and is covered in
hundreds of quarter-inch long needles.  The cactus is green and the needles
are yellow.  She carefully bends down and rolls the cactus ball into the
puddle of piss and lifts it up.  The needles glisten with urine.
   The evil pair approach their victim.  Wayne is on her right side and
uses both hands to force open her mouth.  Mrs Johnson is on Molly's left
and leans forward to pop the cactus ball onto the teenager's mouth.  Her
brother then forces her mouth shut.  The girl's screams are now muffled but
no less intense as the needles pierce her tongue and the inside of her
mouth.  Mr Johnson conveniently brings forward a length of coarse rope that
he forces into Molly's mouth and ties behind her head.  The tight rope
makes it impossible for her to spit out the cactus ball gag.  Molly can
taste blood on her tongue.
   Wayne steps back and watches as the twelve-year old boy continues to
fuck his sister from behind.
   "I wonder, Mollycunt," he says.  "What hurts more?  Your hands, your
nipples or your mouth?"
   By now small puddles of blood have formed under Molly's hands.  Small
rivulets of blood seep from the corners of her mouth.  Her mouth and hands
burn with pain but her entire breasts resonate with torment.  Every time
Roger slams into her cunt, she is forced forward and her nipples are
stretched horribly.
   With a groan, Roger begins to cum in the fourteen-year old's cunt. 
Drops of white cum ooze from around his cock which remains imbedded in her.
   Smiling, he pulls his cock out and is quickly replaced by Johnny, his
twin brother.  To further add to her discomfort, he reaches down and grabs
each of Molly's legs and lifts her feet off the floor.  Her crucified
hands, her bruised nipples and her tormentor's cock now support her entire
weight.
   Little Johnny has been so turned on by Molly's torture that he cums
almost immediately, filling her cunt with his sperm until it overflows.  He
pulls out and drops her legs.
   Leaving the girl to suffer, her tormentors don heavy gloves and spread
out through the greenhouse to find new ways to torture her.  After five
minutes they return.  The boys are each holding a cactus part that
resembles a thick green pencil that are covered with tiny needles like the
cactus ball in Molly's mouth.  Wayne has returned as well.  He is carrying
two large round cactuses.  Each one is the size of a small pillow.  Mr
Johnson has found a large plant whose needles are two inches in length.
   "You've done very well." Mrs Johnson remarks.  "Let me help you." She
takes two of the pencil shaped cactus stalks and shows it to Molly.  The
poor girl's eyes widen when she gazes upon the green cacti.  One is eight
inches in length and one inch in diameter.  It is entirely covered in tiny
quarter-inch long yellow needles.  The second piece is identical except a
little narrower.
   The old woman turns to her husband and asks him to help.  Obligingly, he
steps behind Molly and uses his hands to open one again the cheeks of her
ass.  Mrs Johnson hands the narrower cactus stick to Roger and tells him to
insert it into Molly's ass.  Assisted by his grandfather whose thumbs are
holding open the teenager's ass-hole.  The boy inserts one end of the
cactus into her bum.  Molly struggles as he pushes the stick further into
her ass until only three inches remain outside her ass.  With a smile Old
Man Johnson removes his hands from her bum.  The young girl shrieks as her
ass cheeks close around the spiky branch.  Her muffled screams intensify
when Roger's brother slides the thicker cactus branch into her vagina.  The
tender flesh of her ass and cunny are punctured by dozens of tiny, sharp
needles.
   Wayne then lifts Molly up from the waist until her feet are off floor.
The two boys slide the pillow shaped cacti under her and her brother lowers
her until her feet light upon the upper surfaces of the needle covered
plants.  Her weight crushes the cacti but not before hundreds of spikes are
forced into the flesh of her feet.
   Admiring their handiwork, Wayne remarks that he will leave Molly here
for two hours to reflect upon the error of her ways.
   "Just one more thing to do before we go," says Mrs Johnson merrily. 
"Wayne if you please?"
   They approach Molly.  The old woman is holding the cactus with the two
inch long needles.  She breaks off a needle and shows it to the girl. 
Molly is horrified to see that the needle is not smooth but appears to be
serrated.
   At a signal from the old woman, Wayne grabs Molly by the hair and pulls
up.  Her breasts are stretched horribly.  Her brother keeps pulling up on
her hair.  Soon the pink flesh of each nipple is stretched from the steely
surface of the vise.  Mr Johnson places the point of the cactus needle on
the surface of the distended flesh of the fourteen-year-old's left nipple
and pushes it through until it comes out the other side.  She does the same
thing to the girl's right nipple.  Tiny beads of blood well out of the
small wounds.
   The pain is now so great that Molly's stomach rebels and she vomits. 
However the ball gag blocks her mouth.  Some of the puke is blown out her
nose but she swallows most of it.
   Looking at his sweat-soaked sister who has been raped and buggered and
pierced, Wayne is confident that she will think twice before attempting to
escape.
   They leave her to suffer.
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