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All stories are fictional in nature, with influence from real life.  Any suggestions, comments or ideas are also always welcome.

The Sandra Series is a series (currently) of 5 stories.  Reading them in order is not necessary, but makes the story more understandable. 

This story contains: Femdom, Forced, Humiliation, Anal


I spent a long time under the hot water, trying to wash away the pain and humiliation Joe had just put me through.  Finally, after scrubbing my skin raw, I dried off and put on my swimsuit, fully ready to head down to the water and let the sun relax me.  My ass was still raw, but most hurt was my pride.  I was also embarrassed that I began to enjoy being at his mercy.  I think that worried me the most.  Putting it behind me, I got my stuff together and went to get Sandra.

After knocking, I entered her room.  She came out of the bathroom, similarly dressed, with a big smile on her face.  She told me she had a present for me, and that I needed to come into the bathroom.  I had forgotten she was planning on teaching Joe a lesson, so when I entered the bathroom, the scene almost shocked me.  He was in there, on his knees, hanging over the toilet, his hands bound to the pipes.  Another rope was tied around each thigh and looped around the back of the toilet, tight enough that his bare ass cheeks were slightly apart.

He was swearing at Sandra, telling her she would pay, so Sandra walked up to him and tied his boxers around his head, gagging him.  I was thankful for the silence.  Still standing there, I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.  Sandra walked up behind Joe and pushed her toes into his balls, slowly applying pressure to them, forcing them into the front of the toilet.  Not only must it have been cold, but it had to hurt.  His eyes started to water and he tried to squirm, but there was no way he was getting loose.  

Sandra turned to me and told me to get her video camera from her desk.  She said that we would forever have proof that Joe was a pansy.  I was going to hesitate, but then I remembered what he did to me.  So, I got the camera, but also grabbed a wooden ruler she had on her desk.  On the way back, I wacked Joe with the ruler, creating a red mark right along his ass.  He winced in pay, and even though I would never have thought I'd enjoy hurting someone, I must admit it felt good.

Sandra took the ruler, after placing the camera so it would show Joe's face and body, but not us, and wacked him like I did.  We took turns hitting him until he was completely red on both cheeks.  By that point, he was crying and no longer trying to fight his bounds.  The tears were streaming down his cheeks and I asked him if he was sorry about what he did to me earlier.  Through tears, he looked at me with a hateful glare before slowly shaking his head yes.  I turned to Sandra and told her he needed more convincing.  Walking away, she told me she had just the thing.

She called me back into the bedroom and confessed this was making her hot.  She was enjoying dominating and humiliating her brother.  Embracing me, she locked her lips against mine, our bodies melting together, silently confirming to each other that we were totally enjoying this sexual tension.  I felt her hands gliding across my body, but pushed away when she started to slide my bikini bottom down.  I wasn't quite ready to give myself back to her, not after the ordeal this morning.

She was disappointed, but said we should get back at the task at hand anyway.  Removing a box from her closet, she told me to come closer.  After opening the lid, she told me to pick out a toy to use on her jerk brother.  I looked into a box that had varying sex toys, including a rabbit, standard vibrator, a couple of small bullets, and a long, 7" vibrator in the shape of a black cock.  My cheeks flushed a little as I picked up the black vibrator and absently touched my finger to it's tip.  Turning to Sandra, I didn't need to express my choice in words.  She went to the night table and removed a bottle of astroglide, and told me to follow her into the bathroom.

As she began to spread lube on her brother's ass, sliding her fingers in him, I squatted by his head and showed him the vibrator.  I told him that he will never, ever forget what is going to happen next, and I also told him he would never again take sex from an unwilling partner.  His eyes tried to plead with me, but I got up and walked behind him.  Taking the bottle of lube, I applied a good amount to the vibrator.  The anger and energy I thought I had washed away was back, and I wanted nothing more than to have Joe feel the pain he caused me.  Sandra walked over to the video camera and become the videographer, walking around Joe, capturing his nakedness, showing his red ass, semi hard cock, and most importantly, the tears running down his face.

As she zoomed to his ass, I put the tip of the fake cock against his anal opening.  With a hard push, I quickly sent the vibrator halfway into his ass.  He cried out in pain, muffled by the gag, but definitely loud enough to know he was experiencing pain.  I know he was more gentle with me, but he had no right.  I continued to push until the vibrator was fully inside him.  His tears were flowing freely now, but I wanted the full humiliation, and I thought I knew how to get it.  I turned on the vibrator to high.  Whether he was into this or not, I had a feeling the sensation would still make him hard, much like my involuntary wetness earlier.  

True to form, I watched as his cock grew to it's full hardness.  I got down on my knees and started to jerk him off, whiling slowly taking the vibrator fully out of him, then pushing it back in.  I told Sandra to make sure his face was in the picture, while still being able to see his ass get vibed while I jerked him off.  By now, he had stopped resisting and his eyes were closed.  If I didn't know better, I'd think he was enjoying his torture.  Also surprising, I could feel myself getting very damp.  I'm not into watching guys getting anything up their ass, but the feeling of total control over Joe was definitely getting to me.

As I twisted the vibrator in and out, continuing to stroke him, I could feel Joe involuntarily start to buck towards me.  He was getting close to orgasm, whether he wanted to or not.   With a muffled grunt, he shot his load over his leg, most of it landing on the floor.  Standing myself, I removed the vibrator from him, and also removed his gag.  Placing the vibrator in front of his face, I told him I would repeat the torture unless he licked it clean.  The look I had must have told him I meant business, because he complied without making a noise.  Sandra continued to get the entire scene on tape, her brother licking a huge black cock that was just in his ass.

It was time for one more humiliation before I felt vindicated.  I removed the rope from the pipes and tied his hands behind his back.  At this point, he was so drained, he didn't even try to put up a fight.  I told him to lick the floor clean.  He didn't move, so I got the lube and made like I was going to use the vibrator again.  He eagerly began to lick his own juices off the floor.  Sandra and I laughed at the site and told him it was time for him to listen good.

Sandra told him that the tape, which she was going to immediately upload to a safe place online, would end up on the internet and all his friend's mailboxes if he even looked at either of us the wrong way again.  She also told him that he was to clean her bathroom weekly throughout the summer, and as long as he behaved, he could use a mop and not his tongue.  Sandra left him there while uploading the video, making sure he could see her on the computer.  

Finally, we unbound him and let him leave.  I giggled to myself, watching him limp out of the room.  I felt free and happy, having fully vindicated myself from the earlier morning ordeal.  This time when Sandra started to undress me, I let myself go willingly.  We had plenty of time before the sun was at peak, so why not enjoy it?
