Sisters' Wimp

                   Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 20        I must have been out of it for quite a long time. They had taken me, still handcuffed, into one of the smaller bedrooms and locked the door to prevent me from leaving without their permission. Fat chance of that happening, I thought. I tried to get up to my feet and fell back from dizziness. I felt like puking, but there was nothing left to bring up from my roiling belly. It was about then that the pain from my abused cock and swollen balls intruded, making me remember what they had been doing to me in the bathroom. When the vision of Li flashed across my eyes a twinge of sharp pain radiated from my well-stretched asshole. That Chinese bitch had done a job on me and the urge for payback grew strong. Too bad I didn't have a posse like the young gang leaders. Then I could unleash them upon Li and watch as they turned her into a blubbering mass of swollen flesh that was cut to ribbons, covered with burns and pounded until she was one large bruise displaying the colors of the rainbow.        It was Evelynne who opened the door to check on my condition. She had sent everyone away after the massacre in the bathroom. To my surprise she even apologized for the behavior of Li. For some weird reason the sight of her saggy tits and hairy crotch started to excite me. Evelynne picked up on the fact that my cock was beginning to get hard despite all the mistreatment it had undergone. The next thing I knew we were locked in a sixty-nine, with her on top sucking my cock while my tongue was wiggling its way up that ancient fuck tunnel that was beginning to provide some well-aged pussy juice that I sucked up greedily. The more juice she provided, the harder my cock became. She rocked her body so that we turned over. Quickly she spit out my stiff dick, mounted me and began feeding my rigid rod of flesh into that wet and wild cavern.        I tried a few tentative strokes and backed off from the pain. She hunched forward and began to pump her pussy up and down on my flagpole, which seemed to work. Then she slipped her tongue into my mouth and began exploring, as her pussy sucked away on my hard length of tender flesh. From there we went to French kissing like a couple of teenagers. Damn! Her tight pussy really felt good all wrapped around my sore prick. She might be old and creaky but right now she was damn near perfect for my needs. I don't really remember just how long she used her pussy to pump the cum from my depleted balls, but it felt good to squirt my watery offering into that warm, wet grotto as she sucked my tongue and hummed at the same time. All thoughts of Jill and Paula disappeared from my mind while I unloaded into her tight twat.        While we rested up, I suggested that she free me from the cuffs. She grinned and shook her head.        "If I did that you might overpower me and escape my clutches. I like the way your dick feels in my cunt, and have no intention of letting you sweet talk me as long as that nice cock you have can scratch this old woman's itch. Besides, what else could you be doing that was enjoyable considering it's Sunday morning and your wife and that sister of hers are still out catting around while all you can do is play with yourself? Instead you can let me play with that nice hard cock and see just how many times you can satisfy me before I kick you out and let you limp home to your wife the tramp. If you were smart, you'd move in with me and that way you'd have two pussies at your disposal. I'm sure Mandy would love to have you pleasuring her instead of what she lets her lady boss and other men do to her."        Evelynne broke the mood by rolling over and capturing my cock in her mouth. She sucked like a machine in an attempt to get me firm enough to give it to her once more. Actually she was right in making me stay with her for now. Neither of us had much else to do except fuck and suck, so why not at her place? Nature took its course and I was soon buried to the hilt in that old snapper that got better every time I fucked it. If we were in total darkness I'd probably be hard all the time based on her enthusiasm for doing the nasty. I made her do most of the work, pleading exhaustion from the scene in the bathroom. She bought my line and rode me to a very nice finish that we both seemed to enjoy. Once satisfied, she continued to tell me things about her wayward daughter.        "The one before Ms. Manning used Mandy regularly. She once caught her playing with herself and threatened to have her released without any chance of a good recommendation from the company. So from then on Mandy did double duty, she filed and ate her superior's pussy on demand. Often she was kept after hours for special "assignments". It began to bring back her buried memories when she was effectively my husband's slave in all things. Only after she took an overdose of sleeping pills did the woman leave her alone."        "She must have passed along the dirt about my daughter to the present supervisor, who wasted no time establishing the former relationship, only this extended beyond work. That's why Mandy goes out to bars every Friday night, and some times during the weekdays as well. She has to pick up rough trade and bring them back to Ms. Manning's place so she can watch as they rape and beat Mandy. Mandy lives in fear that she'll catch an STD or worse, but Ms. Manning could care less. On weekends Mandy sometimes has to spend the entire time over there being raped by lots of men, plus having to service the female friends of Lauren's that show up to watch and afterward use Mandy for their own needs. If you saw my daughter in the nude you'd look away fast, that's how badly she has been beaten over the few weeks. I don't know how long she can continue to be mistreated this way."        For a time I felt very sympathetic concerning Mandy's situation, until I thought about my own. I was just as hung out to dry at my job as Mandy was, maybe even worse. Then there was my home life with my wife and her evil sister. Now was that something to look forward to every waking moment; I didn't think so. Would it be worth the trouble to swap Jill and Paula for Evelynne and Mandy? The answer seemed to be no way. Both Mandy and her mother were around the bend in many areas; too many for this poor sucker to try to handle on a daily basis. Now I had to think of a diplomatic way to break the news to poor Evelynne, who currently held the keys to my freedom, in more ways than one. Little did I know that the evil sisters were already cooking something up for me that just might solve my problem even though they didn't realize it. I won't go into the gory details that finally allowed me to escape the clutches of Evelynne, but suffice to say I finally made it back to my apartment before Jill and her sister arrived from wherever they had gone.         Unlike previous returns, this time they seemed to be in good spirits and not drunk. In fact my dear wife offered to blow me once she got out of the shower. I was hung out to dry and all hell broke loose.        "My sister and I spent our entire weekend taking on our boss and his underlings. Lucky for us we had the other two to feed to the sharks, but that wasn't enough for these perverts. First we had to eat pussy on the deck, side to side out in the broiling sun by the hour. Even with a quart of sunscreen I'm burned a bit, especially on my tits. Your two new sex partners were fucked stupid from the moment they got on the houseboat and stripped off to show what they had. Brenda and Karen were big hits with the gang of six studs. By the second day those two were putting on girl-girl shows that were top drawer and had the guys eager for pussy, such as the kind attached to Paula and me. Later that day when the guys couldn't get it up for the ladies, they matched us with Brenda while Karen fluffed the gang in hopes of getting at least one of them interested in one last fuck. Those two may have been carrying around some extra baggage, but it didn't seem to stop the men from plowing and pounding their pussies from early morning until late at night. I have no idea how sore I could be right now without those two around to pull part of the train."        Jill had a fit when it dawned on her that my cock was limp despite the fact she was naked. She shouted for her sister to see what her husband thought of her these days. Now there were two naked women pointing and frowning at my condition. Something snapped and I blew a gasket, which scared them for a few moments. I raved and ranted about what I had been through all weekend while they were having a good time letting other men fuck them bowlegged. That remark brought down the house; they laughed so hard tears rolled down their cheeks. Then Jill pointed a finger at me and spoke in an icy voice.        "You are a miserable worm and it's my guess that you deserved everything that happened to you. At least Paula and I were working to hold our jobs, unlike you who are a giant screw-up. If I weren't so worn out from being fucked around the clock you'd be in the bathroom bent over the tub while I gave you the world's biggest enema. You're such a weirdo I'll bet you'd get good and hard then. I was going to let you fuck Brenda and maybe even Karen tomorrow since we are working double shifts. Now you get no pussy and I do mean no pussy! As soon as we get back from work you had better be able to deliver two or three big loads of what passes for cum from that little boy's dick. God help you if we discover you've been fooling around with those women from work while we've been out slaving at our jobs."        I was still angry and grew even more pissed off at her remarks about slaving at her job. Who was she kidding? Jill loved cock, any cock! One of these days it would be me jamming an enema nozzle up her well-fucked asshole. I'll bet a gallon of water would do the trick and making her blow up like a balloon or a fuck doll that perverts used to get off. No doubt about it, that described her perfectly in reality.        At least I had the bed to myself and got a good night's sleep. I managed to slip out while the two whores in training were still in bed. They'd probably wake up in a few hours and start the day by eating each other out to tide them over until they could get to work and start fucking their customers as well as the boss and his buddies. They may have, but Jill also made a call to my boss and suggested that she keep any eye on me, hinting I was cheating on her at work. Less than an hour after her call I was in Ms. Manning's office, up to my neck in trouble. She accused me of fucking Mandy in the ladies lounge, not once, but twice, both times against her will. I was doomed and hoped that whatever happened, happened quickly to put me out of my misery.        Just my luck, my young buttoned-down boss had meetings until end of day, which meant we would rendezvous at her place promptly at six. Fortunately Jill and Paula wouldn't be back to the apartment much before midnight, my only break. A stern-faced Lauren Manning accompanied by Mandy was waiting for me when I arrived at her fancy digs. I was expecting Brenda to show her nasty self, but she must have been away tormenting someone else.        There were no preliminaries; Mandy Monroe just undressed until she stood there in her cheap, pink, rayon panties and matching, utilitarian bra, which wasn't having any difficulty in containing its cargo. I picked up on the relatively fresh bruises and bite marks around her crotch area. However that was nothing compared to what she displayed once her bra came off. Those little crab apples were black and blue and covered with scratches, bite marks and welts that might have come from a belt or riding crop. Now I fully understood why Evelynne was so upset about what was happening to her daughter while we were doing the nasty.        Lauren broke the mood by asking me if the sight of Mandy's battered body sexually excited me. It hadn't, but I had to prove it by stripping to the skin so I could be examined. I knew this was just another opportunity for these two to tear down what was left of my manliness, but they held all the cards for now. She made a big show of asking Mandy if I had fucked her not once, but twice in the ladies lounge today. Mandy looked as if she was the cat that swallowed the canary as she nodded her head and looked away. She certainly didn't make a very good liar, but my accuser only had to convince her boss. I was cooked. Lauren grinned evilly and held up a pair of cuffs, ones that matched what had been used on me previously at the Monroe home. It was Lauren who pronounced my sentence once I was securely restrained.        "This rapist is going to pay dearly for what he did to you today. I think it's only poetic justice that you and I will have opportunities to make him feel just slightly what you must have experienced as he raped you not once, but twice, returning to the scene of this heinous crime to perform it again on your defenseless body. I only regret that my mistress, Lady Brenda, cannot be here to assist us as well."        As soon as I entered the bathroom and saw the bulging enema bag hanging from the shower rod over the tub, I knew I was going to wish I'd never gotten out of bed this morning. Then there was the array of vibrators and dildos that were collected in the alcove where the toilet was located. I was forced to wait while Lauren got comfortable, stripping down to her thong to reveal her killer body featuring those outstanding tits. My next surprise came when Mandy rolled down her panties and I got a good look at her shaved beaver. Lauren did the honors giving me a taste of the nozzle without any lubricant. That hurt, but what followed was serious pain. At first it was as if I had eaten a chunk of ice that settled deep in my gut and then began growing. The chunk grew to the size of a boulder, then an ice floe and finally an iceberg, one the size of New Mexico. My teeth were chattering, my balls had shrunk to the size of marbles and my cock was just a lump in the shape of a bird's nest, a very small bird.        While all of this was occurring, Mandy had seated herself on the edge of the large bath tub and spread her legs for me to begin chowing down on that little girl's box lunch that was now presented. She guided me by twisting my ears to make me move in any direction she wished. Mandy was a no nonsense mistress, urging me to suck everything from her pubic mound and then her pussy, which smelled like a sewer. Evidently Mandy didn't believe in wiping after she took a pee. There was lots of dried piss that tasted terrible, and some fresh piss that was bitter and made my lips pucker. I spent plenty of time trying to avoid thinking about from which gangbang and how long ago the cum I was mining had been marinating in that wet fuck box before some of it oozed out to be absorbed by her shaved skin. There were other small balls and chunks of unknown material that I didn't even try to analyze for fear it would make me puke. By the time Lauren suggested that they switch, my ears felt as if they had been twisted inside out more than once.        Lauren's pussy was almost fragrant compared to Mandy's garbage dump of a cunt. I buried my tongue as far inside that moist fuck tunnel and did some excavating, but mined little in the nature of evidence that this pussy had been used by members of the opposite sex. That was not too surprising considering her roommate and mistress, the Lady Brenda. I guess all she ever got were dildos, vibrators and an occasional fist fucking if she was a very good girl and licked Brenda's cunt until it was squeaky-clean.        Mandy complained that the enema bag was almost empty and she thought I should take more, much more. Lauren grumbled since I was on the verge of getting her off big time. She directed Mandy to the kitchen and told her to bring back at least two trays of ice cubes for the rest of my enema. Then it was back to licking and kissing that dripping pussy. Her cunt lips were fat with blood and when I nibbled her clit, she groaned loudly and pressed her pussy tightly against my face. I licked and kissed her like a good pussy slave should and she went off like a rocket, nearly drowning me in a flood of pussy juice that splattered all over my face. I must have looked like a glazed doughnut.        The rest of the enema went as planned and so did I, filling the toilet with nothing but water, lots and lots of once icy water that shot out like a cannon from my distended asshole. I was weak and shaken by the time the last bit had dribbled from my spasming colon. They put me on my knees and took turns having me eat them out until it was orgasm time. Mandy was an amateur when it came to getting off. She didn't even know where her sweet spots were, which made producing an orgasm from Mandy a bit of a challenge on my part. Lauren on the other hand knew exactly where my tongue and lips should go and she guided me to those spots with unending accuracy. She could blow off within minutes after my tongue started to tickle the right spots. Mandy got annoyed about her inability to keep up with her boss on this very important aspect of personal sexuality. Naturally it was soon transferred to my inability to properly excite her, because she was only an underling like me. Even Ms. Manning had to take my side in this matter.        She cleverly changed the subject by allowing Mandy to select a strap-on to use to sodomize me, something they hadn't had time to do during the last session. As before I was shown no mercy, this time it was a thick, foot-long piece of plastic with grooved sides to provide added friction. The head was nearly three inches across and the rest of the dildo tapered down to just above two inches. I screamed my head off when Mandy started to plow me a new, much wider asshole. To silence me Lauren stuffed Mandy's panties into my mouth and warned me not to spit them out. It was murder to try to keep the rancid underwear inside my mouth and at the same time cope with the pain associated with the dildo as it moved past my anal sphincter and then into my colon. I was crying like a baby and doing my best to clench my ass cheeks tight to prevent any more pain. I failed and Mandy whooped and hollered as inch by agonizing inch she got her tool into my lower bowel. She exclaimed happily that there was some blood coating her strap-on. Lauren immediately told her to pull out so they could check to see if her efforts had broken a major blood vessel.        I was declared good to go and so Mandy took up her position and started threading that bad boy into my candy ass once more. Lauren decided she needed some more tongue and this time I had to rim her tight asshole while my asshole was made less than tight by Mandy. One part of my mind was dreaming about having Mandy in a prison cell deep under ground so no one but yours truly could hear her screams as I did very bad things to her skinny body. That little prick teaser kept breaking my concentration by shifting the speed or angle of attack she used on my asshole with her dildo. I was frustrated to the max and ready to have a fit if this misery continued. It did and so I did. All that happened was Lauren turned around and kicked me squarely in the nuts, dropping me to my knees, which I thought I had broken on the tiled floor.        The two meanies finally changed places and I had the distinct feeling that I'd soon wish Mandy was back pounding her tool deep into my ass. Lauren strapped on a dildo that must have been fifteen inches long, but slender and made from a more pliable material. She told me it had been only used once and the woman screamed her head off the entire time. To make it more interesting and keep me wide-awake she coated the first six inches or so with a cream guaranteed to keep me on my toes. That turned out to be the understatement of the month. She punched that bad boy into my sore asshole and within seconds I swore my insides had caught fire as the cream did its insidious work on the sensitive lining of my colon. I started chewing on Mandy's panties to take my mind off the growing pain caused by that fiendish tool boring deeper and deeper into my lower bowel. I thought the top of my head was coming off when Lauren shifted her hips from side to side to really stir up my insides. All the while she was humming and then cackling like the wicked witch she truly was. The pain was so great that I started crying. Mandy noticed that and informed Lauren of her latest success. Then the skinny skank began slapping me across the face as her companion reamed out some new virgin territory and I shivered from the awful pain. That was the last thing I remembered for some time.                           (To be continued - rolf palsy)