Tabboo

TABBOO

Part Two

Chapter One

       Just after nightfall, a couple of the overnight bags still unpacked stacked in the corner of Sis’ guest bedroom, mom out of town for a few days and the house to himself, he fingers through the first bag finding the ordinary girl stuff.  Opening the second piece of luggage, spilling it out across the bed, a small black satchel drops to the floor.  Picking it up, unzipping it, he realizes it holds business cards, phone numbers, and more.  A closer look toward the front of the clear plastic card holders, a particular card catches his eye.  ‘TABBOO’ in bold black letters centered across the front, below it, a slogan ‘Pleasure In Pain’ with a phone number in gold inlay.

       Sliding the card out, flipping it over, a color print of his sister from just below her breasts up and in scant but obvious bondage gear fills the card.  Stunningly posed with a black leather riding crop clamped between her teeth, arms behind her back, her dark eyes staring piercingly ahead from beneath her strictly tied back hair, she wears a tight fitting black chocker collar around her throat and a micro black latex top revealing the rounded bottoms of her globular breasts.  The silhouettes of her stud pierced nipples obvious through the stretching material with the slogan ‘TABBOO’ in white block letters spread perfectly across the front of her chest, he senses himself becoming aroused just thinking of the card’s purpose as he begins to read the fine print ‘menu’  across the bottom of the card.

       The headlights flashing past the blinds covering the window, the sound of the car pulling into the driveway, he zips the satchel shut, stuffs everything back in the overnight bag.  Dropping the bags back in the corner, heading down the stairs, he hears the front door opening.  Sitting on his bed, thinking of the card still in his hand, he glances at her picture again, at the spelling of ‘TABBOO’ across her practically bare breasts, obviously her business moniker, then the ‘menu’ below. ‘F/F… F/M… M/F… BDSM… SM’

       Cell phone in hand, blocking his number from being identifiable, he almost nervously calls the 800 area code at the very bottom of the card.  A thirty second seductive message obviously his sister’s voice, the obvious push to key into a pay connection, he hesitates, closes the cell phone.  The thoughts of what she’s been doing the past couple years, he can’t help wondering to what extent she allows herself to be used.  Even her card, he wonders if the whip’s for her, or her client.  Glancing up at the ceiling, hearing the heeled footsteps across the floor from above, he lies back on his pillow for the next few minutes, listens to what sounds like a couple voices, one authoritative, the other barely audible, both obviously female.

Hesitating going upstairs, forcing himself to lay on the bed and just listen, he can’t imagine what’s happening.  Finally, hearing the bedroom door upstairs opening, listening to the rhythm of the set of heels walking across the hallway, descending the steps followed by a tap on his door, it swinging open, he’s fixated at the sight of her as she steps in the room.

       “Bubby.”  His Sis’ eyes gleaming, almost the pose of the card but more relaxed, her hair slickened back, bright red lipstick, a one piece form fitting black jumpsuit accentuating every curve, she nods back toward the door.  “I need you, come on, you’ll thank me later.”

Still staring at her outfit, from the obvious silhouettes of her nipples down to the camel toe between the natural slit between her thighs, he sits up, slips the card beneath his pillow.  “Wha… What do you need?”  Barely recognizing his own voice, sounding more like a pre-pub schoolboy, clearing his throat, he tries again.  “What?... What Sis?”

“I just got back from the airport… Picked up someone to spend some time with us.”  A nod as she turns toward the door.  “Come on. I know you’ll want to welcome her.”

Sliding off the edge of the bed, following her swaying butt cheeks up the steps leaving hardly anything left to the imagination, passing through the galley kitchen, the hallway, he waits as she shoves the door open, nods toward the inside the guestroom.  “Bubby, look whose here… And I just got her to change into something more comfortable… For us.”

The provocative backside of a naked girl, a single sleeve bondage glove encasing her arms clear up to just beneath her armpits arching back from her bowed shoulders, the black leather’s tightly snapped shut with a series of silver buckles, her covered hands concealing her butt crease.  Her long brown hair in a single swaying ponytail, her hips, buttocks a little wider then his Sis’, the silhouettes of the rounded mounds of her obviously pendulous breasts sways outward, visible from behind, all in all her curves obviously in all the right places.

“Face us.”  His Sis’ voice firm, the obedience of the girl slow but certain, the bound girl’s brown eyes makes contact, stare hazily toward him from above the black chocker collar as she obediently but sluggishly rotates in the six inch stilettos.  Eyes he hadn’t seen in over a year, he realizes it’s his youngest sister’s even with the bright red ball gag planted deep between her yawning lips.  Her front side virtually naked, her tanned body incredible, breasts jaunting firmly outward with wide spreading areolas, the globular mounds swaying from side to side, appearing much more mature then for a mere nineteen year old, her baby fat’s obviously melted away while she spent the time in Hawaii with her fiancé.

“Don’t look so shocked Bubby; we’ve been in touch for the past few months.”  Stepping beside her kid sister, she adds.  “Sissy’s sure grown up huh?... Anyway she got kinda’ sick, you know, homesick and sick of him… I told her I could fix her up.”  Letting the back of her fingers slide gently upwards across a bare breast, softly downwards across the tip of its responding nub, she cups her sister’s bare melon, gives it a firm squeeze.  “I told her I’d learn her the ropes to working with me… Literally… So, anyway, she agreed and flew in tonight.”  Playing with the firm titflesh with no noticeable resistance, she pinches her kid sister’s cheek, glances back toward her brother.  “Sissy felt kind of cranky from the long flight when she got in, so I fixed her up… Gave her a sedative, you can tell huh?”

Sliding a finger down past Sissy’s belly button as it ripples in response, slowly lower and flicking across the nub of her bare clit, she smiles.  “Just think… The three of us together again and just look what you and me have to work with while I dig in and train her.”  Tweaking the hardening clit, stretching the barely responding nipple simultaneously, she glances up and down at her kid sister’s naked body, back toward her brother.  “Damn, this girl sure does have a rack now doesn’t she, Bubby?… Don’t be shy, feel one of these big tits… You know you want too… Give it a squeeze, they feel like grapefruits… Sissy won’t mind, will you?”  She adds with a giggle along with another twist of the outthrust nipple as she glances again into the glassy eyes.  “Damn, these tits are bigger then mine, I know you’re pretty proud of this body, huh Sissy?”

Another playful glance toward her brother, she adds.  “Come on… She’s going to need to be trained, especially to accept pain like she’s enjoying it, at least until she really does.”  Smacking a breast, watching it bounce, she glances toward the swaying melon, back toward her brother with a beaconing nod.  “Obviously these tits will be the center of attention, but then, her orifices too.”  Reaching down, tweaking, twisting her kid sister’s clit outward, another grin as she forces her to reflexively tiptoe even higher in her stilettos, she again glances toward her brother, adds. “Yea, she’s going to need to learn how to service my clients properly at times to make us successful… That’s where you can help too.”

The sight of both sisters standing close together, one naked and bound, the other’s outfit a second skin, the profundity of what’s happening, being discussed, seems almost overwhelming to him.  Stepping closer, reaching out, cupping the kid sister’s other breast, its firmness surprising considering its fullness overflowing his spreading fingers and thumb, he glances into her remote eyes, unblinking and staring back into his above the drooling ball gag as he senses her torso thrusting slightly outward, forcing her titflesh to flatten into his manipulating grip as their sister pushes her forward with her other hand behind her back.

“Yea Bro… I think the three of us can cover just about any fantasy my clients can come up with.”  He listen’s to his older sister’s sensuous voice explaining her plans as he slides a hand across the younger’s tummy.  “Pain… Pleasure… Threesomes… Just about anything.”  She adds as they both work the barely responding teenage body in front of them.  “And just think, how much pleasure you’ll have practicing our exhibitions before they’re performed for the clients.”

A serious look, eye to eye, she demands.  “You in Bubby?... You ready to help mold her into what I want?... I’ve already lined a place up for us to share if you’re in… It’s perfect, and secluded.”   Squeezing a bare breast, fingernails digging into the base of the bulging titflesh as she twists her wrist back and forth, the first whimper responding from the ballgag and she adds.  “This is serious; Sissy here’s going to feel some real pain… She’ll just have to deal with it ‘till she learns to like… Love it.”  Patting his crotch with her free hand, she smiles.  “Just think Bubby… You can wear her out… Fuck her anytime you want even… And I can teach her to pleasure you in ways you won’t believe.”  Another harsh twist, a louder whimper from the drooling gag in response, she adds.  “I can teach you how to punish this big tittied body… Hurt the right spots till she instantly responds to anything you desire of her to do for you.”

Hesitating, she asks.  “Well?”

Chest pounding, his swirling mind taking in as much as he can absorb even as he massages the naked flesh in front of him, he takes a deep breath himself, overwhelmed with the possibilities, hoping he’s not dreaming as he nods.  “Hell yes!”  

End Part Two……………………………………………………………………..

Below’s another short subject added at the end of a chapter just for fun, with positively nothing to do with the story.  If you care to glance over it, okay, if not that’s okay too.  If you do, picture a cast of guys like dumbed down Soprano characters.  And, don’t look for proper editing; you’ll be really disappointed if you do.

THE PRANK

       Listen up, right?  Now you ain’t going to believe what I’m about to tell you about unless you listen real good, got it?  Now thirty five Grand, large ones, smackers, that’s a stupid amount to pay for a life size sex toy you think, but what the hell, what goods’ the money if you don’t spend it, right?  After all, they claimed they was the closest reproductions ever conceived, I mean get this, with functioning orifices, life like tits, I mean everything’s spot on down to the pouty lips, at least that’s what they claimed on the internet when I first got the idea in my head when I saw them pictures.  I mean these ain’t just those fucking blow up dolls, okay?  So what else could you possibly want for your money?  Okay, I visit this here factory, seeing, feeling the molds, hell more then just feeling the orifices, you get the drift?  Over a dozen variations to choose from, I mean big tits, bigger tits, and faces you’d swear was real.  I mean they got them dolls doing everything but talken’, but hell, that ain’t such a bad idea in itself, right?

       Again, money’s no problem to me and I get this bright idea.  So I make ‘em a deal, okay?  Build me a doll based on my woman, simple enough.  I know a new prototype costs more dough, so what the hell, I bump it up there to fifty K.  Fuck it, sixty if the twat’s the same.   So we agree, same face, same tits, same cunt.  So I get them the dimensions, even pictures of her naked in tanning booths and showers while she don’t know shit ‘bout what’s up, know what I mean?  I want to have a secret friggin twin of her so I have to work real stealthy without her knowing what the hell’s going on, don’t want to piss her off and screw things up and make her think I’m some kind of pervert or something, no way that’ll work.

       So anyway, they make the friggin doll, swear to god it’s her friggin spitting image, right down to the couple discreet private things you don’t talk about to no one, I mean no one, right?  Damn, I mean everything’s just right, like someone from this friggin factory’s humped my old lady before.  Shit, got to get that out of my mind, just the thought pisses me off, the bastards.  Anyway, back to this, this amazing set of coincidences I’m building up too, right?

Let me regress some first, okay?  Now then, I go back to the factory in person and pick up the doll when its finally all done.  Well, its so fucking real I flip them and extra ten large, I mean this doll has it all and then some, okay?  Again dough ain’t shit to me, right?  That’s because I run a waste management company in Jersey, so then I got plenty of dough to spread around, ain’t like I’m starvin’ you know.  I mean this thing even has some sort of heating plant built inside it, set to like 98.6 degrees they tell me, don’t know why that particular number means nothin’, like they can’t get it to an even number for that much dough, anyway, it seems kinda’ hot.  Anyhow, it’s got hair like they picked up my old lady’s off the barber’s floor after getting it cut off, ‘cept of course she don’t go to no barbershops, she’s got class, know what I mean?  She stripped in the fancy joints, chandeliers and stuff like that so she uses one of them faggy stylists, ‘cuse me, I mean alternate lifestyle type guys, that better?   Anyway, even the close crop around her pubes, I mean they got my bitch pegged.  Makes me wonder I tell you, shit!

       Damn, anyway, picking up this doll, I can’t help sitting her in the back of my limo next to me; my friggin chauffer thinks it’s her.  Course, he ain’t really that stupid either, maybe a tad slow, but I knew his mom back when.  Got him off the streets when I gave him his job, okay?  Anyway, his mom was a looker in her day, friendly to me, get the drift?  Now, I don’t forget nothin’, especially where I came from, so I helped ‘em out, I got the dough to do that kind of stuff.  Anyway, before I get distracted, we even drive through one of those hamburger joints as a joke, you know?  A Mac’s, or What’a burger kind of place.  Well, just for kicks, I flip out one of her tits, you know like she’s just sitting next to the open window not knowing her tit’s hanging out, funny huh?  That was actually my idea, you know.

       Well, the cashier girl’s face at the drive-thru window gets all red, and the kid behind her with the headset on filling orders?  Christ, I bet he still has a hard on.  Anyway, I thought it was pretty funny at the time.  Burger was pretty damn good, too.  The fries, that’s a different story, my doll wouldn’t even touch them.  That’s a joke, right?

       Anyway, I got the private glass up between me and the kid driving us back home, you know, its tinted but you can kinda’, sorta’ still make shit out if you stare hard enough.  Anyways, I can’t get the thought out of my head, I mean don’t take this wrong, I don’t think I’m no pervert or nothin’, but I tell ‘ya, I bet your ass, every guy thinks about sticking it in his girl’s pooper once in a while if she’d just let him, am I right or what?

Well, my woman’s got class like I said.  She definitely don’t like no European flair stuff, or is it Greek maybe?  Anyway, the most I ever got to stick anything in her butt was a finger, and she nearly broke it off!  But I’m getting distracted again.  To make a long story short, I got to admit; I go ahead and nail this thing right in her butt, just like she’s my old lady, okay?  Right there on the back seat.  Of course I ain’t exactly stupid, I rolled the window up first, and don’t forget, they’re tinted, okay?  Problem is, I ain’t got nothin’ to compare it too, my finger’s still sore, know what I mean?  Did feel pretty good though, good thing they supply it with that K Y jelly stuff, right?

Anyway, didn’t know what the kid saw, he knows better then to say something stupid though.  If he did I’d… So, back to this friggin’ story.  I got this doll home see, so I hide it away where the little woman ain’t never allowed for obvious reasons, okay?  I mean I dress it up with some of the clothes my woman’s had those classy photos taken in, even a bikini she’d wore on one of our little escapes to the Grand Bahamas when the heat was one, but that’s another story.  Anyway, I swear, with the same pose and everything, there ain’t no frikin’ way no one could tell who was who by just looken’ at those pictures.

Hell, one evening, drinkin’ a little too much, I even snap a couple photos with one of those digital type things, I mean serous shit.  I got this doll naked on her back, my cock in her mouth, and I mean the whole nine inches, okay?  Next, the normal shot between her spread legs before ending up sticking it right in that butthole again, till my balls slapped against it.  Now those where some real pictures, right?  You can bet your ass I kept them hid real good.

Shit, let me think, anyway, yeh, here’s where the story gets strange.  I decide to play a trick on the kid, you know, my chauffeur.  Let me back up a little now.  Okay, I get a little tipsy one afternoon in the back room, we’re talkin, just the two of us at the business, the kid and me in the back room, like I just explained.  We’re kicking back with some serious refreshments.  Well, he kinda’ lets it slip he thought he saw me butt-holing my woman back in the limo that day.  Well, since the kid didn’t run his mouth to no one else, besides like I said, I’d drunk a few too much already; I decides to let it slide, but then again I think he deserves having one put over on him for smarten off, so I tell him I’ve been warned she’s kinda’ got the hots for him, to be careful, keep an eye out, you know?

Now, this scares the shit out of the kid, right?  I mean, we’re alone and I’m fronting him about my old lady, right?  Shit, now in real life a bullet to the head and concrete boots are on the short list, know what I mean?  Well, that ain’t the end of the joke, okay?  I got a thing about taking some jokes a little too far, well, this one’s a doozy.  I tell him I’m pissed at her, not him. Okay?  He still seems kinda’ scared, and for good reason.  Well, pushin’ it a little further, I tell him she needs to learn her place, to be brought down a notch or two, and I want him to help me, being I like the kid, and of course his mom too.

Anyway, this stuff just kept poppen’ right into my head while I was talken’, no shit.  So, I tell him I’m going to sedate her ass that afternoon when I go home, for him to tie her up and fuck her brains out later, I mean the whole nine yards, pooper and all, right?  Well, his friggin eyes looks like saucers, so I can’t help shoveling more shit.  I tell him to give her a real good workout, I mean whips and chains too, really work her over for like maybe the whole night, give it to her real good for embarrassing me in front of the guys with her indiscretions.  The look on the kid’s face, I mean this is some funny shit, you shoulda’ been there I tell ye, he was shitting bricks, especially when I’m emphasizing he don’t need to fuck it up or I’ll really get pissed at him too.

Well, he ain’t got no choice; he has to go along with this shit he thinks.  Me, I know the old lady’s outa’ town for a couple more days, so I figure toss the doll on a bed in the pool house guest bedroom, you know, with one of those fancy workout rooms to boot with all the mirrors and shit to flex your muscles and admire yourself while downing a few cold ones.  Have him sneak in and tie her up and do his shit to her.  Well, obviously it’s gonna’ be funny as shit when he realizes it’s a friggin doll, right?  And, he ain’t gonna be humpin’ my woman after all, just look like a fool in front of the guys when they hear he was friggen’ dupped.

Anyway, to get him all worked up, leery about what he’s gota’ do, I kinda’ emphasize I want him to smack her around, maybe work her tits over; you know do some bondage shit around the exercise equipment.  Now as drunk as I was getting, this was becoming some real funny shit to me, okay?  And knowing my woman’s not going to be back for a couple days, like I said, I can’t wait to bust his balls in front of the guys for abusing a friggin’ doll; at least starting too, before he realizes it ain’t really my woman, like in the limo that day.

Well, headin’ home, putting the doll on the bed, even covering it with a sheet, I can’t wait for him to realize he’s been had.  Checking my Rolex, yea, this one right here, like it?  Like I said, I got the dough to buy shit like this, anyway I see he’s going to be here in a couple hours so I go to get a few of the guys, let them in on this master plan of mine I got while I’m friggen’ half sauced.  Plans always seem better then, know what I mean?

Well, now here’s where it really gets strange.  A cold one leading to a few after rounding them up, me and the guys getting a little tipsy in one of our favorite refreshment center’s back room, so of course we forget the time.  Finally one of my brighter guys brings it to my attention that the kid’s been at my house for at least a couple hours, if he’s still there.

Holy shit, I think to myself, he’s friggin’ gone and we ain’t got to see his face.  Damn, that’ll be the best part too, watching him running from the house or something scared to death or embarrassed as hell.  Either way, we pile in my car, it’s a big Caddy, got those big ass gangster wheels, costs a bunch but who gives a shit, right?  It looks good.  We head to my palatial estate, see his car’s still parked in the circular drive.  Parking ourselves, tiptoeing toward the side of the pool house like a bunch of drunk frat kids, glancing in, the dumb ass kid’s working this doll over, for Christ sake.

I can’t fucking believe it.  Damn, the guys are giggling behind my back, a couple actually snickering to my face as he’s got my sixty friggin’ grand doll strung up by her tits fucken’ her pooper while whipping it all over with a crop, like a horse riding thing.  I mean he’s even naked himself except for his BVDs and a stupid fucken’ gold chain around his neck.  This silly bastard’s going at it, really humpin’ away.  I mean he’s sweaten’, and really abusing my doll in there.  Like I said money ain’t shit, but sixty large, that’s not  just a small amount for someone to be stupid enough to be fuckin’ a friggin doll and beaten on it to boot.  Half trotting, half running, knowing the guys are still snickering behind me and not just at his dumb ass inside, I slam open the door nearly braking its glass, yell at him.

Hey!  What the fuck?  You stupid, I scream, almost forgetting I know his mom and I’m taking care of ‘em.  His eyes, those big saucers again, he stutters, shrugs as he steps away from the mess he’s creating.  My other guys, they got tears running down their cheeks, I mean I bet someone was pissing his pants on my account when I’m swinging my arm back and forth like I’m crazy or something, motioning the sweaty kid to get his ass over to me.  Feeling my face flushing, seeing my doll all fucked up, I try to ask in my most reasonable tone.  You fucken’ crazy kid?  Didn’t you know something was wrong as soon as you flipped the friggen’ sheet off that thing back in the bedroom?

Well, here’s the friggen’ coincidence.  He stutters, stammers and says I… I didn’t.  Again my guys already got me pissed off at them too, they’re fucking rolling on the floor behind me, thinking this is all so funny which really has me hot so I grab his friggen’ chain, jerk his chin up against mine as I give him that stare when I’m really hacked off.  Well, taking a deep breath to calm down some in front of my guys, I says, course you didn’t you dumbass; my tone now not so pleasant, spewing spit, I says, you idiot you’re still fucking it!  Feeling that vein throbbing on the side of my forehead, I mean I’m more then just kinda’ upset. The fucking factory’s going to look at me like I’m a mad man when I ship that doll back to get it fixed.

Anyway, it ain’t over yet.  Now, now here’s the punch line.  I push him away, damn near breaking that fucking chain.  Nearly falling down, the kid’s almost pissing himself as he stutters, tells me, no, no, that he didn’t make it to the bedroom.  Me, I’m standing there, the giggles behind me all a sudden not so fucking loud, so my vein’s pounding in my head, I can feel it, so I says what the fuck you mean you didn’t make it to the friggen’ bedroom?  There’s the fucken’ doll, I point, It didn’t walk there on its own.  Shaking his head, glancing at the doll, back at me, at the doll again, he stutters, mumbles something about my old lady was just getting out of a cab when he got here, so, so he smacked her upside the head and dragged her into this here pool house, and now’s doing what I wanted him to do with her. 

Oh Shit!

Finis