I wasn't looking forward to going home.  Don't get me wrong,

I love my fiance (she's just as warped as I am)., it's just that

ever since her sister moved in with us, our lives have been a

living hell.  She is the biggest bitch I've ever, ever had to

deal with, a true hapa princess, sweet sixteen and as sour,

sarcastic, and foul as any girl or woman I've met.  Her

mother and father, while treating my fiance like the

proverbial worthless daughter they wished they had killed

at birth, gave her sister everything, and allowed her

everything.  It was also unfortunate that she was so

stunningly beautiful, or else her peers might have taken her

down a notch or two.  As it was, they worshipped her.

       Let me just conclude that she was demanding,

petulant, cruel, and an expert at certain mind-games.  In

other words, my fiance and I were always on the defensive, a

mentally and physically draining experience.  If it were not

for my fiance's belief in taking care of family (her sister

had stormed out on her parents after learning they were

divorcing), I would have sent her packing months ago.

       So when I opened the door to our apartment I was

thinking "six months and counting" as I dragged my weary

body into the living room.

       "Hello?  Tasha?"  I called out, not seeing my fiance.

       "In the bedroom," she answered, and I was surprised

I didn't see, or hear, Tammy, the terror.

       I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag in the

entryway before stepping out onto the rich ivory carpet of

the living room, gazing longingly at the white leather couch

which sat against the wall.  I perked up a little as I made my

way between the entertainment center and the coffee table--

a very tasteful choice by Tasha--thinking that maybe

Tammy was gone, and we could take advantage of the alone

time--it had been over three months.

       I stopped in shock as I opened the door to the

bedroom.  Sitting there, unwillingly, on our bed, a queen

sized jewel with a hunter green comforter that seemed to

shine in the light, was Tammy, her dark, asian eyes

widening in surprise and horror as she saw me, a bleep

coming from behind the tape covering her mouth, tape which

bulged with a large ball gag streching her jaws wide.

       I glanced quickly over to my fiance, who was

slumped in one of the two straight-backed wooden chairs we

had set in the corner, one leg hanging over the leg of it.  She

merely smiled at me and nodded toward her sister.

       I looked back at the little horror, seeing her sitting

there on her heels, her thighes spread wide, noticing the

complete bondage for the first time.  Around her throat was

a black leather collar about three inches wide, and I

recognized it as the one supporting four metal loops for

attaching various ties.  A thin rope ran from the right side

of the collar to wrap around one of the overhead beams of the

ceiling (we have a very nice apartment), forcing Tammy's

head to tilt to the left.  Her long, blue-black hair, shining in

the soft light of our lamp, was pulled away from her face and

tied together at just below her neck by a large, blue bow,

before spilling down to gently brush the bed.

       I stepped around behind her, finding myself

becoming increasingly aroused as she squirmed on the bed,

plaintive grunting sounds coming from her throat.  Through

the thin gauze of her hair, I saw that her wrists were bound

cunningly behind her and lifted up to the small of her back,

a loop of rope attaching to one of the loops in her collar. 

Tasha had outdone herself.

       Her skirt, a light navy blue with pleats, was

arranged so it fanned out beneath her, covering halfway

down her truly gorgeous thighs and covering her feet

completely.  I did notice, however, a thin cord running along

the bed from beneath the back of her skirt to be tied to the

base of the headboard, a beautiful piece of light wood

furnature decorated with carvings of mermaids sitting on

rocks amid the ocean.  If I knew my fiance at all, Tammy's

large toes were tied together beneath her, and any pulling

forward would cause her biting pain in her toes.

       Tasha had dressed her in a navy blouse--I don't

know where she got it--complete with a light blue tie.  Her

breasts, B's looking large on such a slender girl, pressed

provocatively to either side of the tie, and the thin white

blouse fell to cover the waistband of her pleated blue skirt. 

Her skirt was laid out in a circle around her bound form,

half covering her thighs, a rich light brown, dipping

slightly between them as they were pulled wide by ropes

looped around her knees.  Looped twice just below her bent

kneecap, each rope was attached to the wooden frame of the

bed, keeping her thighs wide apart, ready, I was sure, for

whatever perverted pleasure I could devise for myself, and

my fiance's sister.

       "The bow's a nice touch," I said as I sat down next to

my nearly sister-in-law.

       "Thanks," she responded, not moving as I reached for

Tammy's tie, pinching the knot between my fingers, seeing

fear rise in her beautiful eyes as I began working the knot

loose.  It was then I noticed a rope attached to the front loop

of the collar, and I smiled inwardly.  She began twisting and

squirming in her bonds, her grunts coming more frequent

and loader as I pulled the knot about halfway down the tie

and began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling the warmth of her

neck as I popped the top button free.  I unhooked the next

button, exposing even more of her soft, warm flesh.  I ran my

the back of my hand across her upper chest, avoiding the

rope which split it in two, enjoying the feel of her taunt,

youthful, skin, ignoring her squirming and bleating as I

unbuttoned the third button.

       Tammy had her eyes closed and tears began flowing

down her cheeks, occasional sobs wracking her body, as I

finished opening her blouse, exposing her young, bound

breasts--my fiance's handywork--and her firm, flat, narrow

stomach.  My fiance had outdone herself.  From what I could

see she had accomplished this masterpiece with one length

of rope, rope which I could tell was somewhat abrasive, and

would definately leave marks.  One loop went around her

waist, pulling at the skin with its tightness, and supported

a strand which ran down beneath her skirt and one which

ran up between her breasts, where it knotted and went up to

attach to her collar.  From the knot between her breast four

loops streched out, above and below each breast, digging

deep into the tender skin, squeezing her tits, making them

bulge out before running around her back.

       I couldn't help myself as I ran my hands over her

twin mounds--I had always fantasized about taking a young

girl against her will, about binding her and forcing her to

scream her lungs out in pain and pleasure--I just never

thought it would be my fiance's sister.  My cock was

throbbing in my pants as I leaned close to her and

whispered in her ear.

       "You deserve this, you fucking little cunt.  You

deserve every single thing I'm about to do to your body. 

This is your commupance."

       With that I reached over to the nightstand beside our

bed and slid two of the clothespins Tasha had placed there,

I'm sure, for just the use I intended them.  I leaned down

and carefully, holding her still as she tried to jerk her

breasts away, placed my mouth over her nipple, softly

sucking on it, my mouth taken with the wonderful flavor of

her skin.  It was like warm flan, smooth and creamy and

fresh as I slid her nub across my lips and tongue.  As her

nipple hardened I ran the tip of my tongue along the side of

her nipple, feeling the little ridges tighten as I teased her

young flesh, exploring every nook and crany of her small

pink nub.

       I pulled reluctantly away and looked into her face,

seeing tears still streaking her beautiful cheeks as she

breathed heavily through her nose, her eyes closed tight,

her long lashes gorgeous on her face.  I gripped her breast

in my hand and waited until she opened her eyes  before I

opened one of the clothespins I had taken.  I noticed that my

fiance had chosen the cruel ones, the ones which had had

their pinching ends filed into three teeth to apply the

pressure over a small surface area.  Tammy shook her head

back and forth, shaking, pleading with me with her eyes, as

I slowly closed the gripping end over her tender nipple. 

Her whole body tensed as I let the pin snap shut, and a

gurgling yell came from behind her gag.  I sat back a little

as I watched her shake in pain, my cock throbbing as her

breast swayed back and forth in its bondage, the clothespin

standing straight out from her body, the small bolt which

could have decreased the pressure loose between the arms of

the pin.

       I worked the same magic on her other breast, taking

my time, prolonging this for as long as I could, for I knew

the mental torture was as bad as, if not worse, than the

physical.  When I finished I stood up and began removing

my clothes, feeling her eyes, scared and filled with shame,

watching as I exposed my nudity to her, my cock standing

out and up, hard from the thought of what lay in store for

her.

       I got on my knees on the end of the bed and began to

slide on my stomach toward her, my eyes on the small piece

of fabric laying over her thighs.  My head was between her

knees and I heard her whimper, and a saw a flash as my

fiance snapped a photo--I didn't know if that was such a

good idea, I mean, I was raping an underaged girl, after all. 

It didn't matter though as I stroked her knees and thighs

with my hands, nuzzling up against the smooth, young flesh

of my captive, withholding the moment when I would lift her

skirt and push my face against her (I guessed) virgin box. 

Finally her trembling and whimpering got the best of me

and I slipped my head under her skirt, somewhat surprised

as I noticed the four loops of ropes around both of her

thighs, tying them immovably to her calves--Tasha thought

of everything.

       I nuzzled the smooth flesh bulging between her

center and the rope, running my tongue teasingly over her

soft flesh, feeling her jerk in her bonds as I slipped from

thigh to thigh, my breath hot against her sex.  Finally I

tired of playing and scooted closer until my nose rested

against her sparse pubic hair, just to the side of the rope

which split her cunt and ran up her ass crack.  I followed

the rope lightly with my tongue, feeling her lips swollen

and abraided by the coarseness of the rope, knowing that it

would only make her more sensitive to my caresses.  The

rope knotted just where it pressed above her clitorus, and

twice again in the folds of her labia, and, if I knew my lover,

another knot was pressing insistently against her anus.

       I moved my hands to the top of her thighs, above the

ropes keeping her thighs pinned to her calves, feeling her

muscles tensing and jerking as I began to gently run my

pouted lips along the outside of her labia, making sure her

skirt was covering my head.  I inhaled deeply, drawing the

sharp tanginess of her sex into my nostrils.  Every time my

tongue darted out to taste the clean sweetness of her cunt

she jumped, making me more and more excited.  I continued

with my tongue, working along either side of the rope

splitting her in two, slowly teasing her, slowly savoring the

clean, tangy, slightly sweet, like a chinese pastry, taste of

her sex, my nose tickled by her hairs.

       I was rewarded some time later, I do not know how

long, by at first a slight dampening of her sex, the taste of

her growing stronger and sweeter.  I used my nose to push

the knot over her clit to one side, feeling her jerk and cry

out as it mauled her sensitive flesh, and jerk again as I

flicked her nub with my tongue, feeling her thighs tense

around me as I carefully pressed the flat of my tongue

against the side of her clit.  I worked my tongue around

slowly, feeling her juiced begin to flow more freely, begin to

slide down my chin and be smeared against  her inner

thighs as I now flicked the tip of my tongue up and down her

hardening clit.

       She jerked again and cried out as I pushed the knot

across her clit, her now more sensitized flesh screaming as

the course rope dragged across it, to be quickly replaced by

a muffled gasp as my lips and tongue began working her clit

again, every once in a while dipping down to smear my face

in the copious juices streaming from her cunt.  Back and

forth I ran the knot across her clit as she left a puddle from

her sex soaking the comforter beneath her, and I thought

about the myriad ways I could punish her for leaving such a

mess, my cock throbbing in time to my thoughts and her

arousal.  I could feel her approach orgasm through the way

she tensed her thighs and tried to thrust her groin into my

face, and each time held her back--she was going to come

when I wanted her to come, with my cock buried deep in her

sluttish cunt pounding her brains out as she screamed in

orgasm.

       I brought her as close to orgasm as I dared and then

stopped, pulling my head sharply from between her legs and

grabbing the thin blade Tasha had left on the nightstand for

me sometime while I was busy bringing her sister to a peak

of lust.  I watched the little slut, her eyes closed, her face

flushed with lust, her lashes laying long against her cheeks,

her hips grinding slowly against the rope as she sought to

complete the pleasure my tongue had born in her.  With one

quick, easy motion I reached behind her and cut the rope

which was covering the pussy and ass from the rope around

her waist, pulling it slowly up the front of her skirt, seeing

her eyes snap open as it dragged agonizingly across her

super-sensitive flesh, listening to her high pitched

grunting as she tried to jerk her hips away from the torture,

knowing that this pain would only increase her pleasure

once I was inside her.

       When I had pulled the rope out, I cut it from the

front and threw it to one side--my cock was near exploding,

and my lust knew no bounds; I had to be inside her, and I

had to be inside her know.  I slide my body beneath her,

lifting her slightly until her hips rested on mine and her

feet between my thighs.  The added strain this put on her

body from the bondage caused her to wince, but gasp blew

from her nostrils as I plunged my cock into her slick cunt. 

My own thighs were already covered with her juices, and yet

I could not press all the way into her, she was so tight.

       I thrust up again, and felt my cock slide past her

tight ring of muscles and slip all the way into her pussy,

her groin pressing against mine.  I had to hold her there as

she gasped and whimpered on the end of my cock, the velvity

walls of her cunt almost too much for me.  I held her still,

her skirt still covering the lewd, obscene act I was

performing on her unwilling body, until she quieted, her

body still shaking, but her breathing evening and her

whimpering quieting.  She was a sight, her breasts heaving,

the clothespins swaying on the end of her nipples, her body

encircled by rope, her mouth and chin covered by tape,

bulging with a ball gag, her long hair, held together by the

large blue bow, spread to her side as her head leaned that

way, her eyes tightly shut as flashes of passion and pain

flashed across her young, beautiful, hapa face..

       My hands slipped under her skirt and I pressed my

thumbs against her clit as I began to slide my hips back and

forth and around, rodding her cunt out as she threw back

her head and grunted as my thumbs began massaging the

meat around her clit, squeezing it gently between them.  I

worked her like that, feeling my own body begin to tingle as

I teased myself inside her incredibly tight sheath,

prolonging my own pleasure and keeping her from hers.  She

was breathing hard and fast now, trying to thrust her groin

against my thumbs, her juices making both our lower bodies

slick and cool.

       I couldn't take it any more, and pulled out and

dragged myself from under her.  She moaned in frustrated

pleasure as I sliced the rope holding her up as high as I

could reach and pushed her onto her back, her calves still

folded under her and her thighs still spread wide.  I flipped

up her skirt and pressed my cock against her cunt, holding

it there while I looked into her eyes, eyes clouded with

pleasure and lust.  I tore off her gag and roughly pulled the

ball out of her mouth, causing her to cry out in pain.

       "Say it," I commanded, my lips inches above hers,

my eyes locked on her own.

       "Uh," she moaned as I slid my cock across her slit,

bucking her hips against mine, trying to impale herself.

       "Say it, cunt, say it."

       "Fuck..." she whined, turning her head away from

me.  I gripped her chin and forced it back, feeling her body

so slight, so small, so slender, under mine.

       "Say it you little bitch!"

       "Fuck me!" she gasped out, and I didn't wait.  I

slammed into her, her slender form arching as a half-scream

half-moan escaped her lips.  I grabbed her hair and pressed

my lips brutally against her, jackknifing my cock in and out

of her teenaged pussy as I drove my tongue into her oral

cavity.

       She tasted so sweet, and my whole body began to

tingle, from the tips of my toes to my lips as I drove into

her, shaking her lithe body with each thrust, feeling like I

was possession her, engulfing her, making her mine.

       She screamed into my mouth, her body as taut as a

spring and shaking like a leaf, and I felt warm liquid gush

against my groin and thighs, splattering everywhere, before

a short blackness covered my vision and pleasure bubbled

up from my cock to spew into her depths.

       I held her tight, liplocked, for long minutes, until I

felt her body stop shaking, and then held her longer before

pulling my softening cock from her and rolling onto my

knees beside the bed.

       "She's a right straight little slut, isn't she?" I heard

my fiance comment acidly.

       I lifted myself up onto the side of the bed, "You

might say that.  She certainly blew her stack like

gangbusters."

       "She made a mess, ejaculating everywhere," she said

as she stood up, a disgusted expression crinkling her

smooth face, a poloroid dangling from her hand.  She walked

over to where her sister was lying, gasping in great breaths

through her mouth, her eyes half lidded as she came down

from her orgasmic high.

       "Who told you you could make a mess of my bed," my

fiance spat, gripping her sister by the hair and shoving her

ball gag back into her mouth.  "You little bitch, I'm really

going to have to punish you now."

       Tammy struggled weakly as Tasha manhandled her,

untying the rope which had bound her only to retie her as I

sat back in a high-backed lounge chair, my cock sluggishly

stiffening as what my fiance had planned for her sister and

me began to come clear.