3 comments/ 211023 views/ 9 favorites Revenge is Golden Ch. 01 By: abashed-dreamer Don't ever get your sister pissed off. Especially if she's a nurse! It all happened because of a silly bet we made, and that's a long story, but it started very lightly. She and I were home for the summer; I had just started university, was a cocky freshman and she was about to graduate in nursing. Was she proud of herself. Like there was nothing she couldn't handle. On the surface she seemed completely 'no nonsense'; she's pretty, I guess (you don't think of sisters as bombshells), well proportioned; very compact little ass that guys always seem drawn to. She's brunette, about 5'5'', and, in these years, acted a bit reserved, as if she had everything under control. Not like in high school: She'd been a rowdy; didn't take shit from anyone. And did she give most of the boys a hard time: "You guys' only brain is in the little head below your belt," she'd say. One time, when she was in the twelfth grade and just past eighteen, this guy actually grabbed her ass, while she was walking down the hall. She turned and smiled sweetly. "Want some pussy?" she said. He couldn't believe his ears. Then she walks up to him, unzips his fly, and takes out his cock. Well, the students are stopping and the ones farther away are craning their necks. She strokes his cock just a couple times and it's standing at attention, out there in the breeze. A teacher is making her way through the crowd, and Sis sees her coming. When she's just there, Sis says, "Bye" and slips into the crowd. The guy's standing there dazed, and the teacher just freaks out, and busts his ass. Back to the bet. We were watching this movie on TV. Three of us. Lara, her girlfriend was over. A skinny blonde, about 5' 8'' who had the stuff to look nice if she paid any attention to her looks. Her chest was a bit bony for my taste, but she had these pert little cupcake breasts. She'd known my sister slightly, in high school, but now she was a biology major and hung out her in the labs; looked like a science student. Steel-rimmed glasses, medium length dirty blonde hair hastily gathered up and tied at the back. The movie was kind of stupid, 'baby blue,' and the stud next door got it on with this young wife; it showed them screwing, and afterwards she was like, all dozy, wiped out; could hardly move, and Mr Stud just pulls up his pants, says goodbye and is out the door. Sis says, "What bullshit!" "What do you mean?" I say. "_He'd_ be the one who'd be wiped out," she says. "Not her." "And why is that?" "A woman can handle a man so easily; even two of three, without breaking into a sweat," she says. "The guys just do their thing and fade out in a hurry. Limp." I wasn't too experienced then and really believed I could go all night; like my friends, who liked to brag, after a date with someone, that she couldn't walk the next day. Casually, I said, "No way. Three guys could totally wipe out a girl! She wouldn't be able to move." Lara was watching the exchange. When I looked at her, she said, "Your sister's right you know," patting Sis on the thigh. "Let's hear a bit more science facts," says Sis. "Well, the male sea horse, after sex, is completely absorbed into the body of the female." Lara says cryptically. "Men can be such wimps." Well, that's how the bet came about, whether Sis could exhaust three guys, "no problem." "Macho dude, here, is going lose," says Lara to Sis, "I'd bet on you any day ... but with friends like your bro's got, you'd better use condoms." The bet was settled then: that Sis could handle three guys of my choosing with 'no problem,' and leave them totally exhausted. We actually wrote it down (Our father was a lawyer, and he always told us, "Write it down kids, so there'll be no arguments"): "Sister will meet with three men of brother's choosing; they are to perform any sexual acts, desired by either 'side' and see who reaches exhaustion first. But the three men will use only their own bodies. They'll wear condoms for any intercourse." There was also a guarantee, which she asked for. It said, "Brother, since he will explain the rules to his friends and get their agreement, guarantees, under punishment selected by Sister, that the rules will be kept. But the punishment must not cause serious bodily harm." I chose Garth, my best friend and a football player, and two others. Well, they met, and I'll tell the full story another time--or maybe she will -- but let's say that Garth fucked up, big time, though I hadn't realized the consequences, when I first heard from her. "Brother, I'm going to kill you!" she announced, barging into my room the next day. The details are another story, but she said she was winning, totally tiring them out; they were, after screwing her, having trouble getting it up. She starts sucking off two of them, to finish them off, administer the _coup de grace._ But then Garth pulls out this big dildo. He uses it on her. She just freaks; her body became their plaything for the next hour. I didn't take it too seriously. "Lost the bet, eh?" I was smiling. She gets this very intense look and says, "Not at all. Not fairly," and she reminds me what Garth did. The dildo and a couple other things. "You're really going to pay," she says. I'd forgotten that part. "You're in for some heavy-duty punishment. You'll be pleading for mercy, just like I was with those idiots. You will find out what it's like to be begging." But I was real smart-aleck, I reminded her about the part, that the punishment was not to cause 'bodily harm.' "What does that mean, then?" she asks. Cagey. She's thinking. "Well, you mustn't really injure me." "And what exactly am I not supposed to do?" "Well," I said jokingly, "You must not, like, flog me, brand me." "Anything else I can't do?" She inquires. I'm beginning to get worried, and try to come up with a list, fast. I add, "OK, I mustn't be whipped or burned. I mustn't be deprived of air. My body must not be crushed, pierced, wounded or maimed." She's thinking. After a few moments she says lightly, "OK, brother, your body won't be damaged. Anything else?" I remember the dildo. "Also you're not to shove any dildo or other objects up my ass." "Is that all?" she says. "All I can think of." "OK, it's a deal. I'll write it down, as before." She wrote up a page that said at the top, "Brother's punishment for Garth's use of the dildo." Below, it said that punishment will take place as follows and according to sister's wishes, but there will be no harm to brother's body through any of the following, and then she added my list of things--whipping, cutting, etc. She shows it to me and I say, "Fine, agreed." She has this intent look in her eye. Though she's a bit cooled, I see her anger is still there. "You _are_ going to pay, you know," she repeats. But I'm feeling pretty safe. "Report to the training wing C of the City Hospital, room 7-915, tonight at 8 PM" she says, sharply. "OK." --- I know where the hospital is, but not the location of the room; I decide I'd better come a half hour early. It's huge and I have to find my way through the complex, through the clean disinfectant-smelling corridors in an old wing. There are very few people around and I don't want to ask for help since I'm worried they'll say, 'What are you doing here at this hour?' Finally, I catch sight of the room number on the upper, frosted-glass part of a door, and I'm about to knock, when I see a tiny broken spot at the edge of the glass. Hearing sounds, I peer through, remaining absolutely quiet. The scene made me catch my breath; instant hard-on. Sis was lying on a kind of table, her nursing uniform, a white dress, all unbuttoned down the front, and her bra pushed up. Lara, facing partly towards me, was straddling her face, head thrown back; perky little tits being fondled by my Sis. Lara's jeans were in a heap on the floor. I'm no 'peeping Tom,' but I just couldn't move. I'm not going to get into that story now, but it was twenty minutes before they satisfied each other and began to untangle themselves, and I watched them do things I'd barely read of. My cock was oozing, and there was a wet spot in the front of my pants. Then I see it's eight o'clock, and I can't delay. After backing quietly away from the door, I walk loudly towards it and knock as if I'd just arrived. There's sudden silence, a delay. I hear walking about and a little quick whispering. "Come in." It's my sister's voice. I enter. She's standing there, fiddling with the top button of her starched white uniform. Lara's got her jeans on, more or less, and is picking up her purse and heading past me, coming toward the door. "Hi," she says, slipping past, "and good luck!" Sis's uniform is just the slightest bit mussed, but it almost sparkles, and it's all pressed and pretty crisp, considering. Her dark hair pulled back from her face; strictly business. I can't help but notice how her breasts are framed. The dress is tight on her ass. "Lara was just helping me set up," she says, trying to sound casual. She notices the spot on my pants but doesn't figure it out. "You've gotten a bit excited about this?" she asks lightly. There's the table, a bit like an operating table. It has poles beside it, with hooks. I notice there are restraints at the sides. The room is very clean, with tan tiles on the walls; I see a door ajar on the other side, leading to a tiny bathroom. "I'll leave for a moment," she says professionally. "Undress and lie on the table. Fasten the restraints on either side, to your ankles." She steps into the hall. I'm starting to get very nervous. But a little excited. I toss off my clothes, and get up on the table. The plastic cover is cold on my bum. Fastening the straps to my ankles, I notice how my legs will be held apart. I'm thinking, "Well she can't crush my balls or rape my ass, so what's to worry." I feel my cock harden a little bit; don't know if it's fear or excitement. I'm embarrassed. She comes in and barely glances at my cock. "Lie down," she orders me. She tightens the ankle restraints and fastens the wrist ones; I feel a light pressure as she cinches a strap across the top of my chest. She pulls out a gag. "Will we be needing this?" she asks. I shake my head. "Then you agree not to make any loud noises? There's hardly a soul left in this area, anyway." "Yes." "Well, are we going ahead with your punishment? You must give your agreement to go ahead," she says. "Yes; a promise is a promise. But, hey, I want you to know I'm really sorry for what the guys did. Especially Garth. I know he humiliated you." I'm trying to show sympathy. "Never mind that; you don't know!" she says, starting to get angry, again,"but you will learn." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out this long rubber tube. My jaw drops. "What is it?" I inquire. "A catheter, brother." She puts on gloves, very nurse-like. She opens a cupboard and takes out a container, a jar with a wide mouth and puts it on the floor. She fastens one end of the tube in the mouth of the jar. She lubes the other end of the rubber tube and then takes my half swollen cock into her hands. I feel the cool latex, and get harder. She looks at me. "Excited, Bro?" she jokes. "Well, we'll see about that." Holding up my cock, the head of it firmly between her fingers, she begins to insert the tube. It's cold and a weird feeling. There's a little pain, but I'm getting hard and it's not so bad at first. I see the tube slowly disappearing into me a couple more inches; it's hurting. "Ouch!" I yelp. "It's almost there," she says, and continues. I feel the whole length of the tubing, then like I need to pee. Next, a kind of relief. My cock shrinks all of a sudden. "There," she says and expertly tapes the tube in place. She looks at the jar on the floor, and so do I. It's filling with amber liquid. I feel my bladder emptying, and it's not in my control. "See, you don't have to worry, brother." she says, smiling. Though I can't tell what's behind her words, I relax a little. But now she begins making other arrangements. From the cupboard she takes a container bag, open at the top. It has a valve on the bottom, and it can be hung from a hook, which is what she does. I don't remember the details but she finds another hose and fits one end onto the valve; the other end fits into some kind of connecting piece, feeding into the first tube as it emerges from my cock. I see she can now drain the container into me, through the catheter, just as well as she can drain out of me. She takes bottles marked "Saline solution, 3%" from the cupboard and, after shutting the valve of the container, empties two of them into it. They are each labeled ".5 liter". My face must have shown that I was getting an idea about her plan. "Wondering?" she inquires. Damn right I am. My voice is a little shaky, "What's all this?" "It's equipment for irrigating the bladder; a common procedure. The first step is to get all the pee out of you; I don't see anything more running into the jar." "Yes, right," I answer nervously. She clips off the part of the tube leading to the jar, which is now partly full, maybe half a liter. "We'll proceed with the irrigation, OK?" she asks. "But there's one little thing, first." She picks the jar. "Time for a drink." She announces. I'm totally surprised. Her eyes are almost glittering, hard. I'm just about falling through the table. "What!" "I'll put an extra pillow under your head, and hold this to your lips." She fixes the pillow and brings the jar closer. I smell the pee. I feel the rim of the jar, on my lips. I turn away. "No way you're going to make me do that!" "Degrading, isn't it?" A kind of false brightness in her voice. "Do you refuse?" "You can't make me drink that. I didn't promise to cooperate during the punishment." "You're right." She replies. "So we'll just see." She reaches over to the hanging container with the saline and opens the valve. It's the oddest sensation. It's a little cool, and my bladder is filling. She watches the level intently. "How are we doing?" She says. She's playing nurse. Soon, I see it's nearing half drained and there's a definite, not unpleasant fullness in my bladder. "Doing OK?" she says. She touches just above my bladder. "Hmmm, filling up. More than half a liter." I'm getting pretty full, now. I look at her. She's watching the level and it's now down about two-thirds. She touches me again, presses lightly, and I just have to pee. A couple drops come out around the tube. "Can't have that," she says and tapes the tip more tightly. "OK, I say," trying not to sound concerned. "I guess you can open the drain and finish your irrigation." I'm embarrassed enough. "No." she says, evenly. "I'm not opening the drain till you've felt everything I did." It's really starting to hurt as the bag empties, and we approach one liter. I'm sweating. I can't pee. The pressure just keeps building and building. My lower abdomen swelling and she sees it. "Almost full, I think." I nod vigorously. "Just a little more in the bag," she adds. God it's hurting. She looks at me questioningly. "Are you ready to drink that jar?" she says. "No." My voice is quavering. I can hardly bear it. She says, "You know a bladder can hold just about one liter without serious discomfort. We're there. I'll let you enjoy it." I can't think of anything but the pain; I feel ready to burst. She shuts the valve from the hanging container. "Take a few minutes. Live with this for a while," she says. She heads for the bathroom and I hear her pee. She comes back. Looks at her nails, but keeps an eye on me, watching me squirm. Then casually offers me the jar again. That piss smell just makes me almost gag. "I can't!" My panic must have started to show. "Well, you're going to take it, one way or the other," she responds. "Are you sure you won't drink this?" She's angry, "I had to drink your bastard friends' cum, didn't I?" She says. She looks totally disgusted. "I wasn't planning to, but that asshole Garth was just reaming me out. Said he would not stop if I didn't swallow." I had a sinking feeling of what I was up against. "You _will drink," she says, just stone cold. "Why don't we add another have half liter saline, and see how you're feeling?" "Oh my God, no" My response is instant. She takes a third bottle and pours into the container. Watching me intently, she opens the valve. It's just killing me, now. I try to empty myself, and the flow almost stops. She notices, walk over to the pole holding the bag; she adjusts the screw and raises up the pole another foot. I start to moan, twist in the restraints. The higher pressure builds, and now there's nothing I can do. "Just open the drain, please?" I'm begging. "This is enough." "I decide that," she says. It's like a knife stuck in my lower abdomen. I see the half liter more has almost entered me, one and a half liters in all. She shut the valve. She pressed just lightly on my abdomen. "Quite full, I'd say." She playfully pressed it just a little with two fingers. I startled, yanking at the restraints. It was like the twist of a knife. I began to black out, and she must have seen it. "How are you feeling?" she says brightly. I'm half conscious, twisting there on the table. My eyes are half closed. I hear her walk away, and return. Then I feel a cold cloth on my face. "Don't disappear on me, Bro," she says. Tender. "Are you getting past your attitude?" she asks. I nod my head. "Sis, I beg you." I'm really pleading. She moves the jar to my lips again. "Then drink, brother," she says gently. "Don't suffer any more." She tilts the jar, and I can't help it, I let just the tiniest amount into my mouth. It's bitter and I close my lips. She steps back and gets that hard look again. "Well, I could just empty this jar into the upper container here, you know." Holy shit. The jar has more than half liter of my pee in it, and I'm splitting in agony after the last bottle. My resistance is evaporating. Looking at her, I'm terrified at her strength. "No!" "Well, let's see," she says. She pours half of the jar into the upper container and opens the valve again. I'm being torn open. I gasp. "Stop!" I'm really scared. I feel myself shivering, writhing. It's agony. "A little attitude change?" she asks. I nod and can only think of my tortured bladder. My world is only pain; I hear her saying:, "Well let's try again," a note of triumph in her voice. There is a flushed look to her, a little strange. She offers the jar to my lips. I try to think of something else; I swallow in a hurry; the taste is like a bitter chamomile tea and if I think about it being mine, I might retch. I feel it warm in my throat. Suddenly the knife pain is starting to lessen; she's closed the upper valve and is opening the drain valve just a little. "Don't stop drinking," she warns me. "Or I'll shut it." I taking big sips, afraid to stop, feeling my abdomen slightly relieved of the torture. Then something strange happens. My cock, which had wilted entirely during the process, starts to harden. I'm swallowing pee, smelling the pungent odor and utterly beaten. But my cock is beginning to feel good. To this day, I don't know why. Maybe she's right and it's got a mind of its own. I see her look down. "What's this, Bro?" She says. "Not feeling so bad, now?" "Please, don't shut the drain. ... I'll keep drinking." "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" she asks, an odd look on her face. I don't know what's going on, but my cock is hard, despite the tube. My bladder is maybe half full, and I can feel the excitement building. I've never come in front of my sister; hell, we haven't seen each other naked since we were kids having our peeing contests in the back yard. I wonder what she's thinking. Revenge is Golden Ch. 01 "I guess your friends really got off, too. Bastards with their horny pricks." Then to my surprise she grasps my cock. I simply could _not have imagined her doing this. Then I remember the guy in the hall. A male in her power. "Your body is not yours," she says. "It does what _I want, and when I want it. Men are so predictable!" The old speech. Then her face softens, "Brother dear," she adds, touching my cheek lightly. She starts pumping me. I hard to her strokes. Her face brightens. "Uh huh. On your way, aren't you? And liking it. ... well, I'll give you relief." My cock feels fuller. "But you will pay a price," she adds, as if to get me to agree. I nod hurriedly. She smiles, and keeps stroking, as if she knows I won't stop her. I know I'm going to come. My face is reddening, but I suddenly catch sight of the tape. God damn. I'm picturing the gush, my cock splitting open. "Take out the tube!" I yell. "Worried?" she asks, matter of factly. She gives me a couple more strokes. I nod frantically. My heart is pounding; I'm really scared and so close. "Well, I'll take the tape off the head of your penis. The tube stays in," she says. "Let's see if you can ejaculate around it." She's seems to enjoy my discomfort. I guess she's wondering how I will look, spilling out in front of her, tied, cock impaled on the brown tubing. She has a mocking, amused look. I can't help myself. The ejaculation is starting as I'm still draining into the jar. It's the oddest sensation. Then everything feels full. I feel the come trying to get out as my balls contract. There's a moment of discomfort, and then I see the whitish goo, oozing out around the tube. Just about to drip down. With her gloved finger she deftly scrapes it into a small dish. "No mess," she says. I'm utterly ashamed. I can't read the expression on Sis's face. My body is relaxing. Somehow I also feel tremendously grateful, almost loving. Like I've been rescued. Safe. "You might thank me," she says. "I've shown more mercy than your friends ever did." She smiles. And adds, "But there is the matter of the price." Then I hear a knock on the door. (to be continued, if there's interest) Revenge is Golden Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Re-wiring. I, Lara, entered the room. I was carrying a bag full of 'goodies' and in front of me I pushed one of those collapsible bed/stretchers that you see in ambulances. The kind that can adjust to 16 inches or up to 3 feet. I'd found a narrow one that was also smaller at the head. Rae was there, looking a little flushed, and "Brother" as we called him, was bound to the table, catheter still there in his cock. "What's up, Rae?" I ask. "Has Brother learned anything?" "He's sure starting to," said Rae, "but it was a while. His bladder took over a liter." She smiled sweetly. I was relieved that the words we'd had earlier were not coming between us. I'd hoped the passion in our lovemaking, an hour before, would completely smooth things over, but there was a trace of unease in her voice. "Wha'd'ya got for us, there?" she asks. "In the bag, the things you asked for, and a few others. I snagged this ambulance stretcher from the front of the building." From the bag I removed some items and placed them on a small table near the one Brother was lying on: a short length of half inch rubber hose, a ball, a device of leather straps we had made for the occasion. "I'm not sure if his punishment is over. And there is the other stuff we talked about." Bro's head jerks up. "It's not over?" he exclaims. "We have our agreement, we wrote it down." The moment Rae had been waiting for. The plan she had revealed to me, earlier. She takes the paper out of the pocket of her dress, unfolds it, and shows it to him. "Read the top, the heading," she says. He reads; his voice betraying increasing uncertainty, "Brother's punishment for Garth's use of the dildo." His face shows it's starting to dawn on him. "Remember," says Rae, "I told you some of the things they did to me?" "Yes, besides the dildo, you had to drink their cum." "That was not part of the bet, was it, Bro? Not if they had to use the dildo to make me do it." "I guess not," says Bro, crestfallen. "And you see the punishment we spoke of and I wrote down, says, 'for Garth's use of the dildo.'" "I guess you're right." "So you agree that you are due further punishment?" "Well, they should _not_ have abused you," says Bro. "I will be responsible; I made the guarantee." "And Lara is going to help me, now," says Rae. "We have your consent?" "Yes," says Bro, "but same conditions, no harm to my body or dildos up my ass." "Fine," says Rae, "OK, Lara?" "Sounds fine to me," I say. I'm hoping that my work with her, helping her punish will reach her. "Excuse me, Lara, but there is one thing we must attend to, first." "Why, did he fuck up in some other way?" "Well, I relieved the poor guy and he agreed to pay the price." "I wish I could has witnessed that scene," Hesitantly I added, "and seen him ejaculate." I watched her face for any sign of the earlier anger. She merely smiled. "I think it was fine for him." She came over to me, hugged me, "Lara," she whispered, "it turned me on a little; now I see what you meant." She turned to Brother, "What do you say, Bro?" "Yes, good, even with the damned tube in place," says Bro. "I was wondering if your semen could get out; I thought the presence of the tube might case a retrograde event," I say. "Well, there was certainly a lot of goo," says Rae and she picks up the small dish holding the whitish stuff, now turning partly into clear liquid. "And it's time for you to eat it." Bro's face dropped about a mile, "No way," he says. "I ate Garth's cum, now you can eat yours; tit for tat." Bro clamps his jaws together. Looks like a cornered animal. Glances down at the catheter still in place. "I think we can get this done in a hurry, Rae. Wanna see what I got here?" I pull out three bottles of saline from my bag. "Oh, I've got plenty here," she says, "as you suggested." "Well, see what I mean," I say, handing her one. She takes hold and starts. The bottle is icy cold. "I've had these in the freezer for the last little while. They've gotten quite cold, almost freezing, maybe five degrees, C. but still liquid, because of the salt." Bro is looking _very disturbed_. "Here, feel," I say, and touch a bottle to his cheek. He jerks away involuntarily. He blanches, "Damn that's cold." His cock, I see, becomes a little smaller looking. "When it hits your bladder you will know," I say. "Wait a sec," says Rae. "We don't want spasms." She hands her brother a couple white pills. "Take these," she says. Brother does. I proceed; I check to make sure the valve on the upper container is closed, and the clamp on the drain closed too. I empty three bottles into the upper container. I open the valve. Bro's body just leaps up from the table, I swear, as if he's six inches above it. He yowls. "Time for that gag," I say. "And use the special ball, too, and the tube." This ball, about two ins in diameter has a hole through it, maybe one half inch diameter. Rae picks it up off the table and says, "Open," and places it in his mouth, hole facing outward, visible between his lips. The gag we designed has its own corresponding hole, reinforced by a steel ring that can take a plug. She fastens the gag with its hole properly aligned. The tube, one half inch diameter is about three inches long; she pushes it through the two holes. There is now a passageway into the mouth, though it can be stopped with a rubber 'cork' if the sounds are too loud. Bro is so focussed on his freezing bladder he can't fight it. He's showing all the signs of acute distress, twisting and turning. "Rae" I say, "check his abdomen. Can you feel the bladder?" She presses and he squirms and moans. "Yes, it's maybe half full." Bro by then is just moaning, eyes closed. "Can you hear me?" I say. He nods. "Are you ready to eat? He hesitates just a second, then nods vigorously. "OK, all you need to do is swallow; you do swallow, don't you?" Mocking. "Open your eyes," I say. When he does, I show him the leather head harness we've made of straps. I indicate the rings on either side. "Will we be needing this?" I ask. Staring at it in fright, he shakes his head. Sis takes the dish, tips it; we're working as a team; with her gloved finger she directs the come into the tube, dripping down into Bro's mouth. I'm holding his head so it doesn't turn, but he's not resisting. I see him close his eyes and swallow. Then he seems to come around, a bit. "You didn't forget, did you, Rae?" I say. "No, of course not." She disappears into the little bathroom and emerges with a jar of yellow liquid, held in front of her, so Brother can see. His eyes widen. Rae said, "You thought I peed in the toilet, didn't you? Silly guy. You didn't hear a flush, did you?" "Why don't you do the honors." Rae says to me. "Remember our deal." She's still not easy with me, or she wouldn't have added this. I nod. I am to degrade. But I feel the excitement and know it's a good deal. It will get me what I want. "Brother," I say, "Rae will hold your head and I will pour slowly so you won't choke. But you'd better keep swallowing or you'll get really messed up. And try not to gag. If there's any mishaps we'll figure some less pleasant way to get it into you, regardless. "Also, if you're being good, after you've had some, Rae will release the clamp, and you'll feel your bladder ease. Must be pretty frosty, there, I bet. ... But don't provoke me." He just seems bewildered, so I explain a bit: "There is something I've asked your sister to do, also. When I heard of your punishment, I asked for a chance to re-wire you, and she agreed." I start to pour. First his eyes show panic; can't see much of his face. "This is hard for you, I know, because it's your sister's pee. But that's the plan; notice it's an improvement over having to drink your own." I look at Rae, wink, and say to him, "Things may even get better, up the road." He swallows several times and Rae closes the upper valve and releases the clamp on the drain tube. His face shows relief and he even swallows more quickly. His body un-tenses. I see his cock stirring. "You've done your work well, Rae," I say. "Let's continue the re-wiring." I had explained it to her. In her gloved fingers, she takes his cock and begins lightly stroking it as I continue pouring into him. "It's hardening up nicely," she says. "You're right, he's beginning to associate the drinking with the turn on." "How do you like being re-wired?" I say to him. "Perhaps you've heard of the Russian scientist, Pavlov. His dogs that would salivate at the bell. Urine, its scent and taste are going to become like the bell, for you. And, according to Pavlov the mechanism is physiological; your body is re-wired, pretty much independently of whether you 'fight it' or think you're not going to let it happen." Rae has continued her strokes during my little speech, and I can see his body straining. "Don't stop drinking," I say. "Here, smell my fingers." I dip them into the jar and hold them under his nose. He makes a face, but his cock is up like a flagpole. The procedure is working. Rae holds the tube in place and soon, as she pumps harder, I see the jerking of his body and the ejaculation of semen around the catheter. "Nothing retrograde about this, Bro," I say. "Save it, Rae," I remind her. "It may come in handy a bit later." I wink at him; he's blushing like crazy; probably hasn't come in front of two women, before, especially in this helpless position. With her fingers she gathers this new load of semen, slightly smaller than the previous one, onto the dish, as before. I've mostly emptied the jar, about a quarter liter remains. I'm getting off on the familiar odor. "That's all, Brother," I say, moving to where he can see me better, removing his gag and the ball. "You don't understand your good fortune, getting so much of Rae's pee." He's looking very puzzled. "Well, I like the ending, but you guys made the process was pretty hard. I know it seemed I got off on it, but that was probably because I stopped thinking of it as my sister's." He seems to remember that before, he stopped thinking it as his own urine. "Overall," he added, "I can't say it's 'good fortune,' though it was nice of you two to get me off." He blushed. "It _is_ good fortune," I insist. I raised the jar to my lips, inhaled the fragrance and quaffed it. The taste of Rae. I'll never forget the look on his face: utter amazement. I look toward Rae, for some reason. I'd intended to utterly shock Brother, not to impress her. But I see a joy dawning on her face. She realizes I'm hers. I see the last uneasiness melt away. Her eyes are brimming; tears of love. Rae comes up and hugs me. "We _are_ all cosy, aren't we," she says. She's stunned by this public sign of my devotion. In her relief, she looks toward her Brother. She had been uncomfortable with the degree of suffering he had required. "Well, success," she says. "All's well that ends well." She kisses me, and just to show our essential connection, jams her tongue into my mouth that's still wet with her. Then she added, "Lara, what's earlier is past, although I'm holding you to your word. But I see that look in your eye. I know your cunt is sopping wet _for me_, my love, and I want to do something about it." I was relieved that the past events were not lingering with us. We'd had another of the old disagreements, as we were discussing how Brother should be punished. But we had reached 'a deal.' This is what had happened in previous months. I'm a bit "bi" and Rae is not, and every once in while, something slips out about some guy. Like if we're in a restaurant and the busboy is really hung, I might imagine something and let my tongue go: "Well, I'd like to suck the juices out of that cock." Once, after a server winked at me, I went with him to a secluded--so I thought--storage area next to the women's washroom. I was down on him like a dog on a bone, and Rae walks up, must have heard something. She didn't speak to me for a month. I tried to explain that with _her_ it's love. This guy, any guy, is not, to me, a potential lover, or even an interesting person; it's the pure physicality. With me there's still a desire, with certain males, to tap their lust, see their bodies stiffen, then crumple after they come. In this case, earlier today, as Rae explained the need to punish Brother, I said, "I'll help you and maybe I can check into some things with him, after." "You're after my brother?" said Rae incredulously. "Well, not _him_ but there is that 'package' he carries." Well, Rae just lost it for a minute. "You're not fucking my brother! What a slut. Your cunt is for me!" I could not soothe her and she went on like that 'till, suddenly, she got an idea. "Here's the 'deal,'" she said, "after he's punished, you can turn him on, since you like male excitement, play it out. But you are only to do it in a way that humiliates and humbles him; and you must promise not to fuck him, or I'm outa your life." She added, "And don't him off either!" I knew I could get some satisfaction from dominating him; I could enjoy his humiliation and still see his cock explode. It wasn't necessary to be in my mouth or cunt. "Sounds fine to me," I said, hoping things would cool out. Still, there was a bit of strain between me and Rae in the hours leading up to her appointment, despite our laughs of glee as we planned the event. And I'd felt a bit of it, as I entered. Now could see she wanted to make amends. We hugged and I sucked her tongue, her need, her flavor, still tasting her pee. My clit twitched. "We'll finish punishing brother for his friends, and have a great time doing it." She said happily. She rolled the stretcher up beside the table. "Brother, I'm going to ask you to move off the table. I will remove your restraints one at a time, as I fasten the new ones on the stretcher. Be careful not to pull on the catheter; it would hurt a lot." So Bro is transferred and re-restrained. I don't know what exactly she's come up with; I hadn't asked when she asked me to snag a collapsible ambulance stretcher. At her direction, I push the stretcher to the end of the table, establishing the irrigation apparatus on new poles, the kind with rollers. She says to me, "Please take those jeans off; take down those panties, girl. Wipe down the table, then lay yourself down there, with that cute ass near the end." I am beginning to understand her plan, and there is that spreading warmth in my pussy as I undress, out of Brother's sight. She explained it to Brother. "This is the last of your punishment for your friends' behavior." She lowers the stretcher to about sixteen inches. "I need to pee; you're going to drink it." She watches his face, the sudden mix of fear and uncertainty, and, yes, lust. For his own sister. Incredible. I wondered at the effects of this 're-wiring.' She continued, "I'm going to stand above you, between the stretcher and the table. Facing Lara, I'll bend over to piss to your face, and I expect you to keep your mouth open. That leaves my hands and lips free for Lara." "Oh shit," he said, without much conviction. But there was a gleam in his eyes. She saw it. "Dickhead. Don't think you're going to be staring at my pussy; that's not for you. I'm not giving you gawking privileges; I will blindfold you." Teasingly she adds, "And you will hear what I'm doing with Lara, but not see anything. Imagine what you like while I'm sucking that gorgeous blonde pussy, but I'm not going to untie you and let you play with yourself." He looks disappointed. She blindfolds him, and undresses down to her bra. I see that dark, soft, almost black moss on her cunt and can't wait to get my turn. But I'm happy I'll soon feel her clever tongue again. "My cunt is so hungry for you," I say. Rae stands over Brother, partly straddling the end of the stretcher, facing me. The height is perfect, just at the level of her knees. She partly bends over, toward me, to direct the stream to its destination. That puts her head right above my cunt. She smiles. She's stroking my thighs with her hands, running them up just to the edge of my cunt, then down again. I start gently playing with my clit. Our eyes are locked together. I open my pussy lips, below, with my fingers. Her eyes lower to the glistening cleft and startle and are suddenly afire. With one hand, she now rubs my pubis and with the fingers of the other, runs between those lips. They're dripping, now. I'm melting. I see the desire in her eyes. As one of her fingers slips inside me, she lowers her head, and starts darting little licks on my clit. I start to moan, grinding my hips, trying to get more contact. Now two fingers are fucking me, loudly. "Listen to that music, Brother, and prepare yourself," she says. "Open wide." She stops licking for just a second and glances his way. "The mast is up, again, I see," she says. "Too bad there's no way to attend to it, now." Then she taunts him, "How do you like hearing your sister's lover moan to her, while you're tied and can't move a hand? Wishing you could have at Lara's hot pussy?" She starts tonguing me again, and I think she slurps extra loud to tantalize him. It turns me on. I hear the sound of her pee, hitting his face. "Open, drink," she commands, beginning to let go the full flow. It sounds like rain pouring onto the ground from a downspout. I smell the aroma, and feel a rush of juice from inside me. "Rae," I say, "Fuck my cunt with those fingers. I'm gushing for you." I feel all three go in easily and begin a kind of stirring motion. My clit's warm between her lips, her tongue swirling around it. "I love you, Rae. Make me come." I feel her mouth more active, taking in my inner lips, stroking them with her tongue; the fingers are entirely in, I feel myself opening wider and wider; I'm moaning without any sense of time. I picture us in some wooded spot as we usually go to, and I hear the sounds of her peeing, just as she usually does, behind a bush. I don't hear any dripping to the floor, so he must be taking it all. Surging waves of pleasure rush from my clit, my core, my womb; my nipples are hard and I press one of them with my fingers. I'm all cunt as she starts applying her thumb to my clit. Thumb pushes it towards tongue, tongue laps it back. She removes one of the three fingers, still dripping from cunt and begins working it into my ass. I'm grinding so hard, it slips in easily as always, and I'm thrashing in her double possession. As I near climax, I hear the pee sounds reduce to a dribble. She's rummaging in me, opening me completely out. "Fuck my ass, Rae." Juices are all over her face and running onto the table, and it's sticky under my butt. My mind is flashing like a light show as the fingers dance in me, drive into me. My heart sings and pounds as the strongest waves of orgasm come toward the beach of my self. There is that crash of breakers, the jolt, and then I feel my orifices contracting. My mouth wants her tongue. I feel her ass finger jamming in harder; her fingers are thrusting their deepest as my cunt grasps them. I'm spreading out like a river running to the sea. I come, and there are no fingers, no tongue, no table ... it's a sea in motion, lust and love and ecstasy moving through me, massive underwater currents. --- We subside, her face nestled in my thatch. After a while she looks up so tenderly. My come is all over her face. She glows. --- Finally turning to Bro, she sees he has relaxed. His face is wet with pee and his cock is still mostly up. "You two are quite a pair," he says. "Was it good for you," I say, mimicking a concerned husband. "Sis, I feel I'm washed clean, absolved, thank you." After a few moments, and in the most gentle tone, "Please dress, so you can remove the blindfold." And that's what we do. Revenge is Golden Ch. 02 (may be continued) Revenge is Golden Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Sis's story; Lara's turn (This story stands on its own, but will make more sense if Chs. 1 and 2 are read first.) * * * * * Being a nurse--well, I'm almost one--has its advantages. I'd been able to secure that examination room in the training wing of the hospital where I'm placed. I'd gotten brother to come there. He is still lying on a low ambulance 'stretcher,' restrained, with a catheter coming out of his cock. This set-up was for the procedure I already described, to disciple Brother. For the shit that had happened between me and three of his friends. I'd been fucked over, and he was going to pay. And keep paying. Lara, my best friend and lover would see to that; she had already assisted me, and he had duly been rendered helpless; I hoped he had felt some of the degradation I had. If that's possible. But that story's been partly told. I'll continue. It had given me great satisfaction to piss in Brother's mouth--if that seems vindictive, I've not yet told anyone what really happened to me. Simultaneously, I had come like a barreling train when Lara applied those gifted, loving fingers to my cunt, and licked my pearl till I was almost incoherent. So I was ready to step out and leave them for a while; there were things to do. Lara, with her clothes back on, sort of took charge and said, "My turn, Rae,"--meaning with Bro--and I felt fine leaving him to her. She whispered to me briefly, as I left, and I nodded. Yes, I had full confidence she'd continue to teach him a lesson, that she'd keep our agreement. She wouldn't fuck Brother and would save herself for me. I learned later what happened, from Lara and also from Brother. He became--shall we say--at the end, a changed man. With a fetish he hadn't expected. Besides pee drinking, that is. ---- Brother, as he lay there (so he told me) managed to hear the word "fuck" in the whispering and thought he was going, to 'get lucky' (his words). What a surprise was in store; what he'd learn about that word from Lara, the expert in both men and women! Lara was all aglow from lovemaking, and she turned to brother and said, "How are you doing?". Brother's cock was still up from hearing the finger fucking, slurping of pussy, and the cries of ecstasy, and he had a few 'ideas'. Hope springs eternal. Lara was ready to get things back on track. "Shall we proceed with the re-wiring?" she said. "What are you trying to do to me?" Brother said. "We're developing a fetish or two... or three.... Re-wiring your body. First, when you smell and taste pee, you will get hard, and you'll want the taste of it in your mouth when you come. "Here's how we will proceed. First we have to take that cock down." She gets two bottles from the shelves and goes to the apparatus. "This won't hurt," she says. "It won't take that long. You won't need to take in all of it. Oh, and they are room temperature." Brother was pretty resigned, but curious. Two bottles wouldn't be that bad. She emptied the bottles into the container, and opened the intake valve. He felt the water filling up his bladder and noticed a sensation of contraction in his cock. By jesus (he'd told me), the 'ole woody went down real quick. "All right," he said to Lara, "you got your wish, I'm limp." "Be right back," said Lara. She went into the bathroom and peed into a jar. She brought it back. Brother was fearing the worst and he knew he couldn't stand to go to three bottles. "Give her what she wants now," he thought. "Here's how it goes," says Lara, dipping her fingers into the jar. "I'm going to hold these under your nose; I think your experiences have already begun to change you." She held her pee soaked fingers under his nose. It had a fresh smell to him, Lara's own, and sure enough his cock started to harden. Was he surprised! Then she closed the upper valve and opened the drain clamp a little. He began to feel relief and hardened more. She gave his cock a few strokes to bring him to full attention. He felt himself hard as a rock. She jerked him a little more, and he began to moan. He felt at her mercy, yet also, strangely, safe, wrapped in his growing pleasure. "I'm going to be easy on you, this time," she said. "If you want me to continue you'll have to take just a few sips," Offering the jar to his lips, "shall I continue?" Bro hesitated. He smelled the pee and thought of it streaming from her pussy there in the bathroom just minutes before. His cock felt sensational and here was Lara, whose pussy he'd gotten a good look at, offering to whack him off. He remembered what he'd seen, peering into the room. He'd always thought Lara was very self contained, and a 'bookish' sort. He'd pictured her pussy (yes, he did that with all of those girl friends) as small, underdeveloped because he thought of Lara as skinny. He'd seen something quite different. Pressed against Sis's mouth had been a glorious, full, woman's cunt. Very lightly downed, to match her hair, but with fleshy outer lips pushed aside by Sis's eager tongue. The inner lips he had just been able to make out as Sis took them into her mouth and let them slide out again. "Shall I continue?" Lara repeated and slowed way down. She looked at him. "OK," he said, "one sip"--and as soon as he took it, she speeded up again. He noticed it wasn't bad, kind of lemony in a small amount, and anyway he was concentrating on his cock. "Good," she said, opened the drain wide and speeded up more. He got even harder as his bladder emptied, and his cock was feeling as if it was going to burst; he wanted to come so bad. "Let's see what you got in those balls; I want to see you come this time," she said, smiling. That male power excited her. He took the as a compliment; it was. He could feel himself getting near. Lara brought the jar to his lips again, and looked at him, questioningly, as if "Do you want me to slow down," He took another sip. His feelings were confused; some were just lust, wanting to come, the other was how the pee seemed to 'work' on him and not to taste bad any more. "OK," she said, "You're going to come soon, aren't you?" "Yes," he said. It was building, building. "That's great, and here's what you are to do. I'll keep speeding up as you keep sipping. Deal?" She placed a large plate on his stomach: "Let your cum go onto this." He couldn't help himself. His balls were aching and he wanted to spurt so badly. He started sipping and she, as promised, speeded up and brought him closer. To his own surprise, he was starting to enjoy himself; he almost liked the odd, almost bitter taste in his mouth, the slight stench-smell that seemed feed his lust. He didn't even mind when she jokingly called him "Good dog," referring to the Pavlov experiments. He remembered how his high school friend had called him a 'poon hound' and was pleased. He realized he could control the speed, by the speed of his sipping; he knew that's the best way to come, being able to speed up when you want to. So that's what he did. He sipped vigorously, and she stroked even more quickly. Her hand was lightly on his cock; an almost expert touch. "She is OK, this girl," he thought. He slowed and felt her slow and his desire rise. He took more of the liquid into his mouth; he did mind the taste at all; this time he would come. He sensed, at the brink of climax, how to get her stroking furiously. He actually gulped, and the warm liquid filled and burned his throat as cum filled his cock. Another gulp and under her furious jacking, he started to shoot, a first 'rope' of cum landing on the plate she had placed on his stomach. He felt his body convulsing against the restraints as pleasure shot through him, and to all of it, was that fresh smell. "It's so fine," he thought, before all his thoughts disappeared as if in a bolt of lightning as he shot a massive load, three more spurts. She saw it all, the ropes of white cum on the plate, and felt that fire lighting up her pussy again. She was moved by his lust. She wondered what his cum would taste like--"No, that's some other time." ----- She let him relax a bit after that. She told him he was 'coming along.' He felt easier with her; he believed he knew what to expect. And her "price" wasn't so bad; she now seemed much sexier after all that had happened, and this make the thought of her urine, more exciting. She did work into the conversation whether he had had an AIDS test, and he said he had. "You don't fuck just anyone, do you?" "Hell, no" he said. "There have only been two; hey, it's my first year after all." The "two" was almost true. ------ She began telling him what he couldn't have seen. "Your Sis, Rae had two fingers in my cunt and one up my ass," she said. "Could you hear?" He felt a little twinge as she said that; his cock was re-awakening. She didn't let on what she was up to. She continued nonchalantly on other topics, before slipping in another remark about how good it would be to slurp cunt when she got together with Rae, later. Again the twinge. He had no clue what she was up to. Maybe to get him off, again? Suddenly she says, "Do you know what _fuck_ refers to?" He's surprised. "Of course," he says, "it's sex." "And?" she says. "And the guy puts his cock into the girl's pussy and they start humping like crazy." "And?" "And the guy shoots his load, the girl comes, they slow down and stop. He pulls his cock out. End of fuck, end of story." "Well, yes," she says, "but let's continue. "What's in her pussy?" "A bunch of goo, his cum and her juices and cum. And she goes to the bathroom and wipes herself up. End of story." "That goo, is what's called 'fuck,'" she says. "Oh," he says. "OK." he'd just learned something. The name for it, that is. In his class, the frat boys called it "poonslime," and he flashed back to his first experience. He and seven others were being initiated, and the frat had brought in a hooker. Delectable she was; a little taller than average; brunette, her breasts, very full. Creamy skin. Shaved pussy. "Each of you gets his turn," the seniors had said. He was fourth and slipped into the dripping cunt; she reeked of cum, and because the seniors had been eating her out before hand, the fucking had twice made her come with these new kids. Finally the seventh had finished; he stood there, thighs wet with his 'brothers' come, looking rather proud. "OK, frat babies," the leading senior had said, "there's just one last rite, and then you're in. Tasha, are you ready?" he said to the prostitute, who was ambling around. Bro thought, to get her bearings. She nodded to the senior. "Tasha has walked around and is starting to drip. You guys are studs, yes, but are you _real men_?" They'd nodded. "Well, then, she will come up to each of you, ... tell them, Tasha," he said. She was standing there, cum oozing from her naked pussy. With a look of "now you'll get yours" in her eye, she said. "Men, if that's what you are. See your come and mine, and this is what you will do. I am going to come up to each of you. I'll reach down into my cunt and scoop up some cum--I believe you call it poonslime -- and offer it to you. There's plenty to go around, since all seven of you fucked me. You'll lick it and eat it off my hand." She reached down into slick pussy and its dripping mess and came up with the first fingerfuls, and headed toward Bro. He couldn't move; his mouth got dry, and his heart was pounding. All eyes were on him, and his stomach seemed to leap into his mouth. He smelled the stench of seven brother's cum and hers and thought he might heave, but he did as he was told. Slowly, slowly, his stomach seeming up in his throat, he began licking the malodorous goo. She shoved her fingers into his mouth and he sucked them, as he had to. He tried to concentrate on her cum and it was there, and not on his 'brothers'; that was the only way he'd got it down. Some of the others, in their turn, had puked, and how they were 'hazed' even further, will be left to imagination. Lara, sees him lost in these thoughts. "You know about 'fuck'?" she says, "it's tasty." He pulls a face. The memory is still vivid, though he'd tried to keep it out of his mind. She adds, "Some people like eating it." Very tentatively, to see his reaction. Bro was surprised. Shook his head. Doesn't see what's coming, so to speak. Lara proceeded. "Do you know what my pussy is like now after Rae fingered me and after I've just seen you come? ... It's filled with juices, old and new. Here, smell it and get an idea." She unzips her jeans and opens them and moves next to his head. He sees the soaked patch in her panties; the aroma is quite strong. And arousing. He thinks of the fine pussy, soggy underneath. "It's a swamp," says Bro, but he feels another twinge as he says this. "Well, we're going to add your cum, and you're going to lick the fuck right out of me." Brother was just stunned. "No way," he said. He wondered if the bladder torture would resume, and he felt it contract. "We'll leave your bladder alone," she says, "we'll even remove the catheter. I want your cock in top shape. Then you'll lick the fuck from me." She starts to remove the catheter. He flinches, then it's out and he feels relief. "We have no need of the catheter now," she says. "The first re-wiring is in place ... you're starting to have a pee fetish, Bro. Watch." She reaches to the jar that still has a little in it. Dips in her fingers and holds them to his nose. Bro feels his cock jump as he imagines how she brought him off. She starts stroking him and he gets into it. "Here, have a sip," she says and he doesn't even hesitate; he's thinking how sensational he'd come to her, before. She is stroking faster. Now she stops, drops her jeans and panties, steps out of them and scoops the gobby ropes of cum off the plate, and using two fingers, starts jamming it into her cunt. She spreads her legs apart a little for better access, and he sees her slimy finger push aside those wonderful outer lips. Of course, it squishes out, too, and she shoves her soaked fingers way inside. She takes them out and scrapes more from the plate. She is happy, by the way, that she kept her agreement; now she can have Bro inside her. She can get off because getting eaten wasn't something she'd promised to avoid. She starts stroking Bro again. She dips her fingers in pee and puts them under his nose; to that smell, he hardens even more. She takes those same fingers and shoves them again into her swampy tunnel and takes them out. They're covered in sticky mess. "For starters, you are going to lick these, Brother." He's a pretty excited, he isn't even thinking as he feels the fingers touch his lips. He's forgotten his initiation and he'll never think of 'poonslime' in the same way. He smells the fresh piss. He opens his mouth and she slides the fingers inside, "Lick all that fuck off," she says and speeds up her stroking. He is finding the taste strange, but the smell, blended with that of the piss gets into his mind, and he realizes he's reacting to the fuck. She sees him squirming, getting closer to his climax. He is lost in cock pleasure, the scent of pee, the taste of his cum mixed in her juices. It was like nothing he'd had before. She was watching him and he was thinking how she could see a 'real man.' "You know what you have to do now," she says, and she moves and stands over the head of the stretcher, but opposite to how it had been before. She is facing his feet, and her hands can keep doing their work. "Close your eyes," she says. Bro closes his eyes and feels her warmth as she lowers herself. She's right touching his face but she stops for a moment and doesn't fully lower herself. "Smell that cunt," she says. He smells the piss she's left there and his body starts to tremble. "Smell my piss and get rock hard for me," she says. He's jerking around. Piss and lust are all through his rattled mind. "It's time," she says. "Eat me. Eat the fuck right out of me!" He feels the wet pussy pressing his mouth, and he tentatively licks the slippery lips. That's not so bad. Its slipperiness reminds him of oysters, not the old hazing incident. "Go inside. Lick the fuck!" He presses into her and jams his tongue. It's a bath, he thinks, not just a swamp. But it's warm; he's enveloped in her jism filled pussy. He feels the juices slipping onto his face. "Eat!" she says. He's tasting the fuck and he starting to swirl his tongue around her hole, sucking and slurping. He doesn't know what's come over him. He starts to feel a wave of disgust, but his cock was ready to explode. He had begun to love the taste, as would have said so, if his mouth wasn't attached to her, eating the fuck right out of her, like a hungry infant licking a bowl. She's squirming her hips around, thoroughly enjoying him, finally and getting more and more aroused. Just dripping. He feels her respond and then jerk and contract on his tongue and fuck is pressed out, as he shoots again, in a violent spasm, as never before. She writhes against his face, and then, as her spasm subsides, feels a peaceful wave come over her. Without being asked, he continued after her climax and his -- very gently finished licking the swollen pussy. She dismounts, looks at him, his face slimy and but smiling. He can barely open his eyes for all the goo. The fuck was everywhere, and he couldn't be happier. "Now you know what 'fuck' is," she said. Revenge is Golden Ch. 04 "Pie." {If you are offended by bodily fluids ("gold" and other) extreme fetish and discipline, probably you should skip this story.} * * * * Rae, my sister, knocked and came into the hospital room. I was tied to the portable stretcher and lying there with slimy fuck all over my face and yet happy as a clam. In just about two hours I'd become responsive to Lara's pee, and Sis's, and I'd come like an orangutan this last time; there had been gobs of it that Lara had fingered into her cunt, to mix with her juices and have me suck out. Sister gave me a sweet smile, and said, "I hope you two have been having fun.... Lara, how is he coming?" And she winked. "Oh, he's a real piss hound, now" said Lara. "Watch." She dipped her fingers into a beaker of her finest and held them under my nose. Instant wood. Sister smiled; "Well, Bro, you're not the same man that walked in here, are you?" To Lara, she said, "I brought the items from your fridge; I have the box and the large bottle." I could see she had a large bottle wrapped in a white plastic, grocery bag. "And the latest item?" said Lara. "Yes, it's here." To my utter surprise, Sis pulled a small, clear, plastic bag from her purse; I could see a used condom in it. She opened the bag and pulled out the condom, half filled, neatly tied. "It's from Garth." "Thanks," Lara said, "I had to put it in the fridge yesterday afternoon." She turned to me, "Your jaw is hanging open, Bro. What's the problem?" "You have Garth's cum, there?" I asked. "Yes, indeed. It was easy. Yesterday afternoon, I simply called him up and asked him if he'd like to donate his seed to science. He was flattered. I said, 'I'll bring a condom, and you fill it, and I'll take it to the lab.' You know, the male ego." Sis said, "If he's rewired, there should be no problem getting him to suck the cum out of this condom." "I agree," Lara said. "I don't," I protested. "This is disgusting." "Bro, said Lara, "let me help you." She dropped her jeans, pulled down her panties, and picked up an empty beaker nearby. "Watch." She held it to her soggy pussy and peed loudly into it, half filling the container with amber liquid. "Sound good? ...Well, it smells even better." She dipped her fingers in it, smelled them and wiped them under my nose. It was so fresh; her unmistakable aroma. My cock froze hard; it had a mind of its own. She took the condom from Sis, and said to me, "Open up." I hesitated. She offered to beaker to me, for a sip, and I had one. Still I couldn't bring myself to eat my friend's cum. Sister said, "I have an idea for this disobedient brother of mine. Since he likes your piss so well, let's let him drink down Garth's cum mixed in your piss. ...What do you think of that, Bro?" "Well, it's better," I said. "Probably I won't even taste it." Lara squeezed the goo out of the condom, and into the beaker. I could see the strands of cum floating in the golden fluid. She held it to my lips, and there was the faint disagreeable odor of Garth's cum, but masked well by the tangy scent of her piss. I felt my opposition melting and my cock was jumping. "OK, I'll drink cum with your pee, Lara." "But Lara, don't you think we should add a little something, to spike this brew?" said Sis. "My thought, exactly; you have the box there. Let's use its contents." Sis opened the box; it looked sort of like a fisherman's box, and sure enough, inside were many compartments. In each compartment, neatly tied, was a condom, filled. "Your frat brothers," said Sis, watching me closely. "How the...?" Lara spoke up. "Rather simple. I just posted a note yesterday morning on the frat bulletin board saying "Wanted: semen samples from the real men of Sigma Chi. Call... if interested. A collection time, at the frat house, will be arranged." I got 20 calls in a hurry, and so I went there that afternoon--I'd told them all the same time. "I announced, 'Guys, studs, I don't have much time, but if you'd fill these condoms quickly, you'd really 'make' my science project. I'm studying the properties of semen, in and out of its natural surroundings. Please sign here.' And I also asked three of them to participate in a further study. Well, in 10 mins I had 20 condoms filled, tied and stashed. The guys were ever so generous." Sis chimed in, "Here's what we're going to do, Bro. We're going to empty all 20 of them into Lara's piss-- _then_ you will drink." Before I could say anything, the two of them began untying the condoms and emptying the goo into the newer beaker. In no time there was a mass of whitish fluid in with Lara's more liquid urine. Lara stirred it with her finger, looking at me. When she brought it under my nose, the scent of day-old cum was very strong, though her pee aroma was still there. I felt a little sick, but strangely thrilled at the depravity of it. "Lara, please, help me with this. I think you know what I mean." "Oh, you mean a chaser ... Well, I'm out for now, but maybe you can provide." "Sure," said Sis, picked up a beaker and headed for the bathroom. She emerged a minute later with about 10 oz. of her finest. So Sis and Lara began the procedure. Sis gave me mouthful of the guys' semen mixture, and, just after, Lara gave me a sip of Sis's pee. There was disgust, momentarily, then the smell and taste of sister's piss worked their strange magic on me; my cock hardened and my nausea vanished. And so we proceeded till I'd drunk all of the pungent mixture. And most of Sis's pee from the beaker. "Sister, the punishment has gone far enough," I said, heatedly. "Almost. ...Do you want to know why it's continued?" Here is what had happened. You see, she hadn't just been impaled on a dildo by Garth, and made to eat my friends' cum. I'd heard that from her, earlier. "This is what your friends did," she said, "the real reason you have some more punishment coming. ... I swallowed the cum, OK, it didn't kill me. I said, 'OK, Garth, the game's over.' 'Bitch' he said, and made no effort to remove the dildo from my pussy. Instead, he produced another about 2 ins in diameter. 'No, you don't,' I said. ... "'You don't have much choice,' He began to work it into my asshole. Your friends held me on my back with my legs drawn up. "'I know there's something you want,' I said. "'Yes,' he said, 'there is.' "'OK, just don't rip my ass with that thing.' "'Well, our friends here are going to piss ...into your mouth ... and you are going to drink it down, like a thirsty slut.' "'No,' I protested. But then I felt the monster being shoved further in. Searing pain in my asshole. "I held out for another half inch, but then the maximum diameter of the large head began working into my anus, and I knew I'd probably tear. 'All right,' I said. I knew I wouldn't be damaged, just debased. Your dear friends then pulled out their cocks. I held my mouth open, lay back, and drank their piss. "'She's a thirsty one,' said Garth. Then he removed the last of the monster's head from my ass." ------- "Ah Sis," I said, "That's rotten and evil." I finally understood. "So there is more to your punishment. First, Lara wants to have a little session with the guys, and during it, your training can continue. Then, there will be one last piss punishment for you--the Golden Torrent." I didn't know what she meant. But I didn't have much time to think, because Lara said, "I think it's time. 10 pm." I looked at her. "Bro," she said with a smile, "since we have these rooms booked, I thought I'd live out a few fantasies of my own. Your Sis got a chance at three; she thought she could do it, and it went wrong. But remember I agreed with her that it would be easy?" "Yes." "Well, with all that's going on here, I figure now's my chance to prove a point. ... And maybe have a little fun, besides!" She winked at me. "Of course I'll tell them it's for science!" "Sounds good to me," I said, to Lara, "In this room? Can I watch?" "It'll be in the next room, but you can watch." Sis added, "Sure, we'll darken this room,and you can see into the next without being seen. But this won't be just entertainment. As I said, your training will continue; you'll be sipping Lara's piss the whole time. OK?" I kind of wanted to see Lara get properly laid, and the pee would be a turn on, besides. "Fine." Sis unwrapped the bottle she had brought, "Lara's finest. She's been collecting it and keeping it in her fridge." It looked like about two liters. She put the bottle on the table I'd been on, at first, the one of regular height. Then she pulled a small rubber tube from her pocket, maybe a couple feet long. She put one end of the tube into the jar, and held the other to my mouth. "Suck on this," she said. "After the first suck, it will just siphon into your mouth, since you're at a lower height." I sucked and the piss began trickling into my mouth. Very slowly. I had time to hold it before swallowing, and notice the different tastes in different parts of my mouth. I just needed to swallow every ten seconds or so. Then I heard a knock, next door. Lara crossed to the bathroom, and opened a door on the far side--I hadn't noticed it before-- that let her into the next room, which was lighted. Sis switched out the light in our room. I could hear Lara go to the door. "Hi, Blake," she said, mentioning my friend's name; Blake and Josh had been with Garth. "Glad you could make it. ...What do you want exactly?" "Here is the deal. We need samples of semen, not just in condoms, like you gave yesterday, so generously, but from vaginas where it's deposited. If you would simply, without wasting time, enter me and come, that would give me the sample I need. You needn't hang around, I'll extract and study it later. Can you do this, stud?" she said playfully." "Sure." Sis said to me "Shssh." she elevated the head of the portable a little and moved me to where the angle was right and I could see the large well padded table in the other room. Lara was removing her jeans and panties. I couldn't see Blake yet, but I hear him unbuckling. She lay on the table, and said, "Come on, Blake." He appeared, fully erect and climbed above her. She helped him insert his cock into her pussy, and he began thrusting. She hurried him by counter thrusting strongly, taking him all the way. The trickle of piss had begun to harden my cock, but it turned to rock to see her labia part to his cock. My friend was like a stag rutting. He quickly came, and Lara gently pushed him off. "Thanks," she said, "you've advanced the cause of science," and she winked. He disappeared from view, and I could hear him putting on his pants; then I heard the door open, and the sound of his footsteps receding. The trickle into my mouth had made the whole scene a double turn on. I saw the clock in the room next. It said 10:12. I looked at Sis, as if to say, "OK, enough." "Shssh," she said. We waited. At exactly 10:15 there was another knock and, as I guessed, it was my other friend, Josh, not Garth. Lara explained things to him in the same way, and then prepared herself. I could see she was leaking a little, cum starting to run out onto her labia, but in his eagerness, Josh didn't seem to notice. He took his pants off and was already erect; he unceremoniously jammed himself into her, eased by the sliminess already there. His cock was somewhat larger in diameter than Blake's--in the frat we always called Josh, 'tree trunk'--and I could see Lara's pussy strectching around it; indeed, she was shoving harder to get his full length. He thrust, and while he came very hard and she jammed her pelvis against him, receiving his load. He seemed to fold just after that, and got off. He thanked her, dressed and left. It was 10:28. "That cunt is getting a royal workout," I thought, as the trickle continued. I heard a knock. "Hi, Garth" I heard. He moved into sight, and I could see his massive linebacker's body. His rising cock was not that big, but I could see again, why we called him "Cojones." His nuts were the size of small peaches "Garth, your reputation precedes you." He smiled. "I will explain why you're here again. Besides your sample in the condom, I need a sample that's been in a pussy, to compare. You see the pussy is a different environment. I hope you don't mind serving the cause of science." "No, ma'am. You're pretty." He was being so polite. I guess he was unsure of the situation. "I really want to get a lot from you, so I'm going to give you an extra." She knelt and took his meat into her mouth, using her hands also. She sucked, bobbing her head up and down. She stopped. "No don't come this way, OK; it must be inside my pussy." He nodded, and she resumed. He was getting a bit distracted, but was thrusting deeper into her throat. She saw his excitement, backed off and got onto the table. Even the dripping cum of his two predecessors didn't catch his eye for he wasn't seeing much of anything. He slid his cock into her; "Geez, you're worked up, Babe," he said. "Let's not rush, just yet," she said. "I want you even more worked up." She began slowly thrusting, tantalizing, drawing things out. She reached for his nuts and gently manipulated them. His body seemed to get more and more tense. "OK," she finally said, "give it all you've got." He needed no more encouragement. He made long deep thrusts; then I could see his balls drawing up as he prepared to come. "Shoot it in me, now" she yelled, grabbing his buttocks. He thrashed, shoved as deep as he could, and released; I could see cum being forced out of her pussy in the contractions. He, like the others, quickly dismounted. "Thanks" he said. "I'll go." "Thank _you_," she said. "My cup runneth over." He looked at her pussy, and saw cum dripping down the inside of her thighs. He smiled, and said, "I give quite a load." I guess he thought he'd caused the overflow all by himself. He left, and Lara, holding her hand over her pussy, came back into our darkened room. "How's my little pee puppy?" she said, looking at the bottle, which was almost half drained. "I do like your taste," I said, "and the show, too." Sis removed the tube from my mouth and clamped it. "I suppose it was tease me, somehow." I continued. "Well," said Lara, "sure." I couldn't help asking, "So did you fulfil your fantasy?" "'Fill' would be more accurate," she said, winking at Sis. "Tell him." "Lara has a nice cream pie for you." I should have seen it coming, but I hadn't. Stalling, I asked, 'Cream pie?" Lara replied, "Well I can't spread too much for you, Bro, but if you look at my 'pie,' you'll see some your friends' cream leaking out. There's no time to waste." I was stunned; Sis was suddenly holding my head and I couldn't move. They worked as a team. Lara came and straddled the stretcher, at the level of my head. She removed her hand from her pussy. Her pubic hair was matted in fuck. Below, strands of cum were on the inner lips. Wads of white were starting to ooze from her hole; I felt a drop on my cheek and was overcome with that male jism smell. "It's dessert, Bro, eat your pie." She lowered her pussy onto my lips. I tightened them. "O Brother, where art thou? She said, winking at Sis. "Get busy." Pressing more tightly, grasping my nose and clamping it. I tried to take a breath through my mouth, but managed only to suck in the first wad of my friends' cum. I closed my eyes; I felt her finger, soaked in piss and come, under my nose; more aroused, I opened my mouth. I extended my tongue into the stickiness and began to suck out the mass of slime; then I realized that not only the pee was turning me on, but the mixture of urine and semen; the bitter and sweet taste, the acrid jism smell. I was surprised I was liking it. "Good job," said Sis, who had been watching. 'You are a lucky man. Not many have tasted such a good cream pie as my Lara can provide." I had to agree.