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A bitch's fall episode c
The patch of light that marked Megan's path finally came to a halt near their
house. Megan had been thinking what her parents would say if they saw,her in
such attire. She had been made to return the first and last,bikini she'd ever
bought as,her dad wouldn't let her in wearing that. Now that bikini seemed
like a cocktail dress to her.
Trish meanwhile had been talking to her brother John, and both seemed to be
sharing a joke. For some reason, megan didn't find that funny at all.
Eventually, Trish got off her, and megan heaved a,sigh of relief. The
abominable torch was removed too. But before she could hope to return home
more woman than meat, she felt a strange instrument enter her, which expanded
inside with sharp ends. Looking back, she saw Trish had her hand deep
in,Megan's gash. The hand came out, lubricated and shiny. Trish motioned to
John, who began clicking pictures of her open slit. Then the cheerleader
pushed a,smaller device inside, and then she was let up. Trish merely told
her to hold the device in her cunt, which, because it was thin and small,
wasn't a big deal.
John allowed her to look a little more respectable, before herding her along
into the house. Once inside, she was,asked to go to her room. Megan
desperately needed to pee, so she rushed to the toilet and quickly stripped
of her ruined shorts. She figured the object was,some dildo,,so she,let it
stay in.
The moment she sat down, the golden fluid began to flow. And she almost
fainted from shock. Everytime the liquid hit the device, which stuck out
slightly, a,small shock passed through her body. The device was some devilish
electric rod. But she,had to pee, and tried to pull the thing out. It gave
her a double powerful shock, making her hand hit the basin. She howled in
pain, as her pee flowed again, adding to the pain. So with a,throbbing hand
and aching pussy, she finally came out, and collapsed on the floor.
Unfortunately, her residual pee flowed out, touching the device and making
her squeal.
She heard footsteps. For the first time in her life, she wished it to be her
brother, to pull the thing out. It was her mother. She asked if megan was ok.
She,answered yes,,and quickly dressed in a long skirt and matching blouse for
dinner.
The first part of dinner passed uneventfully. However, when her dad,asked her
to bring in the apple pie, her brothers gaze told her to be careful. She
carried the heavy bowl in, careful to maintain her balance.
This was a,task specifically given to her, for fear that her brother would
drop it. As she neared the table, she saw,John with a small remote like
object, which he,seemed to be adjusting. Just as she reached the table,
and,was placing the pie between parents, her vagina stung like a bee. Megan
lost her balance, pouring the pie over dad, and herself landing flat on the
table. As her shocked parents braced for collision, another shock came. She
was trying to get up, and fell across her mother's lap. Her pussy was wetting
from the shocks, and left a big damp spot where her pussy landed. She finally
managed to get up, surveying the devastated dinner with horror. Never in her
entire life had she dropped anything. But never before was her pussy
subjected to.....
A third shock followed. She had reached near her brother, and reached out for
him to stop her fall. He had an evil grin as their faces came level and,then
she went down, face to face with the remote as she lay on her brother s lap.
She felt him cop a casual feel of her tits and check the dampness of her
pussy, all under the table level. Then he gave her another shock, making her
fall onto the floor at his feet.
John enjoyed seeing his sister lose her composure thus, and completed the
humiliating debacle by putting his boot firmly on her white cotton clad tits,
leaving a big boot mark. He pretended to hastily withdraw, letting her get
up, and run away crying, a big blotch of wetness clearly visible for all in
front of her skirt.
The family got up, their dessert destroyed by an ostensibly horny female with
a balance problem. John went upstairs to check on his cunt. Trish had been
bang on the buck. He started laughing inspite of himself.
He found megan on the floor, her skirt now drenched with a mix of juice and
piss,,as his bootmark showed like a logo against her white chest.
Megan appeared to be shocked. Her quick mind had correctly guessed that it
was her brother who had made a fool of her before their parents. She wondered
what her parents would think of her now, her responsible image in tatters,
and oh, the fall on her mother would surely have left a mark. What if they
guessed it? Their upright conservative daughter ......
John realized that Megan was preoccupied. So he grabbed a handful of her hair
and dragged her onto her bed. Seeing the long skirt, he made it a point to
change her clothing as soon as possible. It just won't do for those creamy
legs to be hidden away, not when they would be dripping cum all day anyway.
Carefully, he pulled out the object using rubber gloves, sniffing it for her
musky scent. It would again be useful, but he needed a fuck. He now ordered
Megan to strip off her conservative clothes, which she complied with.
Anticipating the by now familiar routine of fuck, she even spread her legs,
hoping to please her brother enough not to have that abomination in her cunt
again, or have to serve as Trish s pony.
John had other plans. He knew Megan had by now accepted rape as a regular
feature of her existence, and guessed that she feared the leak of her
numerous pics. But it would be no fun if she didn't learn a lesson everytime
she was raped. This particular lesson would involve pain.
Unknown to Megan, John had arrangex for trish to sneak into the house in the
night. Now the vixen appeared at the window, and got down noiselessly. She
had a,bag over her shoulders, which gave megan the deepest foreboding.
John and trish kissed, and megan could tell they were purposefully doing it.
Back in high school, Megan had always been a,watchdog for her wayward
brother. Her religious vigil meant guys half his size got the girls, while
his otherwise good moves were foiled by her. A,kiss had been out of question,
and she knew they would do a lot more than megan would have accepted of
John's wife.
John saw Megan through Trish s hair, and kissed deeper. From now on their
roles had reversed, he owned her, and she would endure everything she had
tried to stop in her life. John thus moved further, openly caressing Trish s
ass, as she pressed herself closer to him. He slipped his hands into her top,
and undid her bra, slowly enough for megan to guess. He then raised her top,
bra and all, making her topless. Strangely though, megan seemed to be more
interested than ashamed now.
Megan was experiencing what she would learn to call arousal. She had secretly
wondered what the cheerleaders looked like inside, and now had a clear view
of one. Trish had firm tits, slighlty larger and firmer than Megan's more
modest tits. Infact Megan had always been thankful that her breasts were
medium;hanging breasts made girls look like whores. Now for the first time,
she felt envious of the girl, her breasts pressing into John's chest as she
lay helpless and for the time, useless.
John decided to get a move on. Asking Trish for the tit press she had
promised him, he got to work on his sister's boobs. Megan's tits were round
grapefruit size and about a handful. John figured it'd be better for her to
be tied up and gagged, to add to her misery.
So they pulled her up, and trish tied her hands over her head. This was
attached to a hook meant for the fan in the ceiling.
Her tits however stood out proudly, the nipples erect, the orbs defying
gravity. John now applied the tit press to her chest, one for each boob. He
attached them gently, so they held on without hurting her. Megan quickly
realized what the contraption with twin steel plates with screws at each end
was for.
She began pleadind with her eyes, as trish approached the bound girl. She
raised her breast, and pulled megan s mouth to it. Soon, she was sucking the
tasty tit. Trish saw how she was eagerly sucking it. So she reached down and
gently notched up the tit crushers.
Megan felt the clamps tighten, but she concentrated on sucking the boob. But
trish didn't want megan enjoying, she wanted megan crying, humiliated,
begging her ex foe for mercy. So this time, she brutally notched up the
clamps, squashing the tits into elongated bubbles.
Megan felt the pain multiply, the clamps now really constricting blood flow,
as her mouth was shifted to the other tit. Another notch, and her tits were
starting to turn blue. The pain was excruciating but from the corner of her
eye, she saw the screws were hardly halfway through.
She had started salivating, drooling on the titty as her focus shifted to the
burning agony in her chest. Trish pulled away, till only saliva joined the
dom and the slut. Laughing at Megan s pained expression and drooling mouth,
trish twisted it more, causing megan to cry out. This only earned her Trish s
smelly thongs and duct tape to keep it in, as trish stood facing her
vanquished enemy. But the worst was to come.
Satisfied with the compression level, trish now took out a whip, and raised
it to Megan s face. Megan saw the long leather lash, and started crying. She
began licking the tears, her brutal face inches from Megan's, but she didn't
kiss. She was a slave after all, she didn't deserve tenderness. And she got
none.
The first lash came in a flurry of black, causing Megan to almost lose
balance as it struck her half dead tits. Crack! Another one landed on her
stomach, causing her to gasp. Trish now notched up the screws to 3/4 th
level, making megan feel faint from the combined pain
Meanwhile, John had returned fron checking if their parents were asleep. He
now locked the door and removed his clothes. Trish paused as he went behind
the bound girl and pushed in, such that their bodies were in complete
contact.
Trish now resumed the whipping, making megan jerk on her brother s pole. For
john, it was awesome. The sight of the lashes landing all over her body,
coupled with the shudders and the pussy squeeze she gave everytime it hit,
made sex an even more wonderful experience.
Megan didn't know where to focus. The pain seemed to have spread all over her
body. Her tits appeared ruined, purple baloons with brownish nipples. Her
torso was crisscrossed by lashes, her hands felt numb. She wanted to die, or
do anything to get out. Anything. Her mind brought up her vaunted values, and
her pain shoved them out. She'd often claimed to prefer death to dishonor,
now dishonor, even a life full of rape and humiliation looked better. She'd
happily be a trash whore, a piss slut or any of the abominable things she'd
always kept away. Sex the forbidden fruit, now seemed like heaven, rape an
everyday affair. At that moment her will finally broke, and she relinquished
any hope of ever being a free woman again.
But her two captors seemed rather oblivious. John had started fucking her
faster, making her lurch forward just as the lash landed, hurting her even
more. She wished she could enjoy the fuck atleast, considering that that was
all she seemed destined for, but trish seemed intent on making her
concentrate more on her pain than pleasure. So, she didn’t even realize when
her brother filled her hole, as the lashes were relentless, and by now were
landing where earlier blows had already frayed the flesh. All she knew was
that her brother had pulled out, and moved away, taking the lash from trish.
For some reason, megan was filled with the hope that he atleast would realize
her plight and let her off, atleast remove the painful restraints, which had
by now made her breasts totally numb.
However, she had only known the brother whom she could control, whom she
could force to be like her. The man before her wasn’t her catholic ideal, he
seemed to be totally unknown to her, for she had never dreamed that a woman
could be punished the way she had been. Compared to her earlier rape, not
only was this endless, but infinitely more painful , even surpassing the
humiliation which should have welled in her heart at being used in such a way
by her own brother.
John, however, wasn’t interested in what megan hoped or expected. All their
lives she had got what she wanted, what she expected. Now it was his turn,
and her wishes no longer mattered. He would do what he wanted, as long as he
wanted, and with whom he wanted, the only condition being that the bitch be
humiliated, degraded and hurt at every stage, till she forgot that she was
anything but a piece of meat. And the process had just begun.
John moved behind her, checking out the shapely ass that had attracted many a
man, to his own peril. Now it was throbbing as she shifted from one foot to
another, desperately trying to ease the pain in her body and the numb weight
on her chest. He fondled the globes, noting how tender her skin was, how
responsive it was. All the better, given what he had in mind. A second later,
the lash landed hard on the left cheek, making it bounce and megan jump.
Megan hadn’t expected this. Wasn’t any part of her poor body to be spared ?
it seemed not, as another one landed on her ass, pushing her forward, into
trish, who was now standing close to megan. Trish pulled out a marker, and
marked two strokes on her face, for the two lashes. Then megan gave a
muffled yelp, and another stroke appeared on her cheek. Four! Five! Trish
crossed the earlier four with a broad stroke. Six! Seven! Trish shifted to
the other cheek, making the same long strokes. Megan however, was more
concerned with her ass, which she was sure was zigzagged with red lines , if
her previously punished tummy was any indication. She was crying, but this
time trish merely wiped them off, remarking that the ink needed time to
settle; a proper record needed to be kept.
John completed ten, and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Megan’s entire
body appeared red and throbbing now, making her brother quite satisfied. He
indicated to trish that he was done and Megan saw her nod. Trish now made
megan close her eyes, and applied marker all over her eyelids, followed by a
liberal coat on her lips. She completed the facial with the word ‘WHORE’ on
her forehead. Megan again hoped that she would be let off, but they merely
headed to her luxurious bed and lay down.
Megan watched silently as the two made love before her, her brother making
love to her arch enemy, a girl she wouldn’t have allowed in her house, let
alone on her bed. And with her brother! Somehow, a part of her wished to feel
his tender caresses and boob squeezes at that moment. Compared to what she
was going through, incest was quite romantic. This only made her more ashamed
of herself , as the last vestiges of her morality and righteousness began to
dissolve with the tears that flowed down her decorated face, fell on her dead
like tits, and dropped across her punished abdomen to where her brother’s cum
had seeped from her pussy, and collected between her legs. Shw had
relinquished hope of being a free woman when the torture began, now she gave
up the hope of even getting the attention given to whores, she didn’t seem
human, she was meat.
To be continued…..
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