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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