****** Tortured Toiletpig - Bambi Car Torture by TJ Ryder ******
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Tortured Toiletpig - Bambi Car Torture


TORTURED TOILETPIG
Bambi Car Torture
by TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.Com

The morning that Timmy's stepsister spent the night with Joyce, her
schoolfriend, Marya's job changed schedules, Timmy tried his best to be every
type of servant even while attending school and doing his homework, but it
wasn't working out too well. He did laundry, dishes, folding, housework that he
thought was the job of the new housekeeper, Bambi.

The next day, Bambi was using the station wagon to run some errands and pick up
her mistresses at the stores, and she decided to have Timmy come with, in case
there was some lifting to do. Also, because she liked his company. She wore a
short skirt, with a low cut bosom, exposing her sweet full breasts, to many
admiring eyes, and 6" high heeled pumps. She didn't especially like waiting for
her mistresses, but since Timmy went to high school and had other duties, she
had to do it. She did like Timmy with her, on the front seat.

"Well," she said, parked outside the trendy shops where the two mistresses were
having coffee. "We've picked up the boxes from the post office, picked up the
cleaning. Now I guess we'll just have to wait for them to come out."

"Yes, Bambi, " he said, crossing his legs. "How long do you think we'll be?"

"Probably an hour or so."

She sighed, shifting her luscious body on the carseat. She was a little
irritated. Smiling cruelly at Timmy, she asked him how he felt, after the
previous night.

"A little sore, mistress," he smiled.

"I would imagine. I just thought I'd tell you I really enjoyed doing your cock
whipping. You wailed like a baby for me."

"I know I did, mistress," he said.

"And I'm going to make you wail again this week. I asked mistress if I could
take you down to the torture chamber on Friday."

"Oh," he said. She smiled at his look. Timmy looked straight ahead, thinking he
should be studying instead of sitting here idly, but if he took out his book
she might think he was ignoring her. Actually, his grades had gone up, owing to
his increased concentration powers when he finally had free time, which he
organized very well now.

Bambi said, "I got another call from Joyce and Rachel, using two phones from
their house. Mistress doesn't like them much," she added. Timmy said nothing.

"I don't think mother likes me seeing people outside of the house, or her
friends."

"How do you feel about them?"

"I like them both. I feel a little guilty about not serving a mistress when she
wants me, but I also want to do whatever mother wants me to do."

"What would you do, if mistress allowed you to go out with them?"

"Well, the girls would probably borrow a van, and we'd go somewhere and park."

Bambi smiled, "and they'd punish you in the van? That's kind of cute. Have you
done that before?"

"Yes," he said, smiling, "a couple of times. Mother was upset about some marks
they put on me once, in the school parking lot. But it was a pretty good
session."

Bambi squirmed a little, thinking about it. After a few minutes, she put her
soft slim hand on Timmy's bare arm, shifting over a little in the seat. He
turned toward her, his gaze taking in her large firm breasts, which now pressed
against his side. He began to erect, and she kissed him, on the lips. After a
couple of deep kisses, she pulled back a little, but her hand moved down his
body, found his tenting-out erection, and grasped it hard.

"Timmy," she said, softly, "I know you had a hard session just last night, and
I'm doing you again in a few days, but, I'd really like to torture you now, in
the car. Do you mind very much?"

Timmy gulped, looked at the tinted windows of the station wagon, which would
keep out prying eyes. "No of course not, mistress," he replied, "but we don't
have any equipment."

She smiled, moving back and rolling up the window on her side, and pressing the
button that locked all the doors. "I have some twine for packages, and a pair
of tweezers," she said, "I think we can do very nicely with that. And you said
yourself we probably have an hour to kill."

He sat there watching her open the glove compartment, feeling her lush body
press against his lap, his erection. He didn't know what she was going to do.
"Should I take my clothes off, mistress, or just my shirt?"

She pursed her lips, thinking about it. "Nobody can see through the tinted
glass. I don't have a whip, just these small tweezers, so I'm going to
concentrate on your genitals."

He swallowed, "I could just drop my pants and underwear then."

"No, I have to tie your legs apart to properly work on you, so you might as
well strip completely. I think its better that way anyway." He bent and undid
his shoelaces, and after slipping off his trousers and unbuttoning his shirt he
soon was feeling a little foolish, completely naked in a parking lot, as people
walked by, although he told himself nobody could see in. She ordered him to put
his hands behind him, as she bound his wrists with heavy twine, and then bent
forward, and decided to move the seat back all the way, so she could bind his
ankles to the seat braces. His legs spread apart, his erection still rampant,
she had enough room to move a box in the front space and she sat on it, facing
him.

"Well," she said, smiling, "it's kind of like a challenge this way. To
improvise with what we have available. If you do nicely, I'll facesit you for a
bit afterwards."

"What about noise, mistress? Won't this be very painful?"

She smiled patronizingly at him, moving her hand to grasp his naked erection
once again, softly pumping it. "Why of course it will be painful, silly. That's
why it's called torture. Oh," she thought, "I see what you mean. I suppose
we'll have to use a gag then, it's necessary but a shame. I like the sweet
sounds you make." She smiled, spread her legs, so he could see up her short
skirt, and using her thumbs, peeled her bikini panties down, as he gaped at her
lush cuntlips. Balling them up in her small hand, she told him to open his
mouth, and she pushed them in. Using a stocking from her right leg, she tied
them around his head, holding the gag in place. She smiled then, and
masturbated him again with her right hand, unable to completely encircle his
hard thickness.

She stopped as he was close to cumming, and opened her purse, and withdrew her
small tweezers, holding them delicately in her right hand. Then, noticing how
warm the car was with the windows up, she laid them on his bare thigh, and
slowly opened her blouse, undoing her front three buttons, and allowing her
full big breasts to pop out, freely swaying before his hungry eyes.

"You are privileged to admire me," she said smugly, taking up her tweezers
again, and breathing a little heavily, moved to his crotch. Timmy, still
tasting and smelling her sweet cunt in her panties, watched with trepidation as
she looked at his genitals, teasingly deciding on where to begin. Finally
selecting a spot on his shaft, she positioned the tweezers before looking up
into his face, sitting very close to him. She squeezed as she watched his eyes,
smiling at him.

He felt the tweezers bite into his sensitive foreskin, and groaned in his gag,
Mmm With a push of a "Mmmmmppphhh," he cried, twisting in pain, as she
continued the pressure. Finally she released the tweezers, watching him
recover, and looked down at what she had done. A small angry red spot on his
penis, with a small drop of blood, was all she saw. Putting her finger on the
drop she used a kleenex to wipe it off. Then she frowned, seeing his hardon
begin to soften.

"Timmy," she said, "try to cooperate with me. I expect you to stay erect during
the tortures as much as possible. It's more enjoyable that way for me, and
perhaps I'll reward you afterwards." Then she got a plastic napkin and had him
raise up on the seat while she slid it under his buttocks, saying she didn't
want blood on the carseat. Using her hand to pump him stiff once again, she
smiled as she had him responding well, even groaning as she pumped him. Then,
she raised the tweezers and selected another spot, this time on the other side,
fastened the tweezers with precision, and then looked up into his face,
delaying the moment when she squeezed, making him wonder when she would.

Timmy knew that as soon as he looked into her eyes, she would squeeze, and
nevertheless did so, feeling the hot pain soon after, as her smile widened,
holding the tweezers shut, as he tried to scream through the damp gag.

"MMMMPPHHHHAHHAHGH!"

She slowly relaxed the pressure, watching his writhing slowly settle down. He
was sweating heavily now, his nostrils flared as he breathed heavily through
his nose.

"Ooooh," she said, "you responded very nicely that time," seeing he was still
mostly stiff. She squirmed a little on her seat, her pussy beginning to seep
cuntcream, smiled and pumped him hard again, and lifted her tweezers to his
crotch. "Here we go again," she cooed, "make pretty sounds for me," as he began
to quiver, then writhe, crying out into his gag. She held the tweezers shut
longer this time, savouring his responses, before sighing and watching him
collapse back against the seat, his head rocking back.

"Mmmmm," she said, using a tissue to wipe another drop of blood away, "very
nice, as we've hardly gotten started. Tweezers are nice for prolonging the
sensation, aren't they," she giggled. After fifteen minutes of writhing agony
inside the car, which began to fog up the windows on the inside, she noticed
his responses begin to weaken. Wishing she had more equipment, like a cock
whip, she wanted to cross her shapely legs, but there wasn't enough room.

She said, smiling smugly, "I think I'll take your gag out now and give you some
water, but no begging yet. This is just a break, I'm going to do some more to
you afterwards."

Waiting until he nodded, she removed his gag, as he almost spat it out, gasping
for breath. "Gasp, Gasp, groan," he panted, and weakly said, "thank you
mistress," and licked his lips.

She buttoned her blouse buttons, and without panties, told him to be still, and
got out of the car and came back in a few minutes with a plastic cup of soft
drink, enjoying the cooler air outside the car, having gotten quite warm
herself. Drinking half the cup herself, as she once again sat in front of his
spread legs, she unbuttoned her blouse again, and tipped the cup up to his
thirsty lips, watching him guzzle it avidly as she smiled.

"Now," she said, "do you feel better?"

"Yes, (gasp), yes mistress."

"Good," she replied happily, picking up her balled up panties, and using them
to wipe her dripping cunt lips, sliding them up her damp crack to wipe her anus
also, as he watched, hardening again. She smiled as she reinserted them in his
mouth, and secured them with new stocking. She knew she would have to cum soon,
but wanted to do him a few more times. Having recuperated by the rest and
liquid, he stayed hard this time, looking at her sweet breasts even as she
applied pressure, making him squirm and cry out.

She sighed and softly moaned as she tortured him, feeling the pressure to cum
become irresistible, and reluctantly dropped her tweezers, and took off his
gag, frowning a little.

"You're getting off easy today, Timmy," she said. "Next time I'll take more
time and have more equipment, but I think this went well for a first time,
don't you?"

"Oh yes, mistress," he said, dripping with sweat. "You made do very well,
mistress."

"Yes, I think so," she said, proudly. She was wondering how to make him service
her, when she decided finally. "Shift down in the seat, Timmy. As far as you
can. That's it." He did so, getting lower in the seat, and she moved to her
feet, stooping over, and turned her luscious bottom to his face. Reaching back
with her hands to pull her sweet cheeks apart, she moved back until his face
was buried between her cheeks, feeling him lick and taste and orally worship
her without being told. Still she felt she wanted to order him.

"You may worship me, slave, very nicely or I'll pinch you some more," imagining
him redouble his efforts to please her. Actually he didn't need any threats, as
he adored eating her out avidly, spearing his tongue into her anus, probing it
in and out until she came heavily, over and over, groaning and crying out as
she did so, as he tried to keep his face in her ass as she shook with the
orgasm. Finally, she sighed as he licked her crack and pussy and upper thighs
clean, and sat down once again, buttoning her blouse.

Resuming her seat behind the wheel, she used a mirror to touch up her hair and
makeup. Timmy squirmed back right in the seat, her residue on his cheeks
beginning to dry. Still dripping with sweat, his cock red marked, with many
drops of blood beginning to dry, he stood still, knowing Bambi didn't like
small talk after she came.

"Mistress," he said, finally, "are you going to untie me and let me dress?"

Studying her lipstick in her compact mirror, she pursed her lips and looked
over at him. "I think the mistresses might be amused by the way you look.

They've been asking me to take more control of you. Besides, on the way back
your sister will probably want to do some more to you." She resumed touching up
her makeup, and turned when she heard him suppress a sob.

Smiling at him, thrilled at breaking him down, she touched his arm, "Timmy,"
she said, "go ahead and cry if you want. I don't mind at all, although your
sister will be jealous. She loves to make you cry."

Smiling through his tears, he choked back another sob, letting his tears roll
down. "You're probably right, mistress. I know she likes to make me cry. Do you
really think they'll torture me some more?" unable to keep the quaver from his
voice.

"I really wouldn't know," she replied breezily, turning the car mirror to look
into. "But I do know that in the future we should be better prepared. Let's
see," she said, itemising things on her fingers, "a cock whip,an extra pair of
panties definitely, maybe the chastity device, and oh yes, more bondage
restraints. I like you completely bound like you are, but better done. What
else now? You know Marya has sent for portable electric devices. I think they
will be lots of fun. I've already asked that if I join you boys in the cabinet
again, you'll be bound and cock restrained, and leashed via electrodes to a
little control panel on my wrist. I think you all would benefit from some tease
and torture again, ad just think, your genitals will be wired to a little
button on my wrist. Three buttons actually. And we'll stay in there until I am
satisfied you've learned your lessons.

"Really?" he said, "I think electrics are better suited for portable use, like
now."

"Ooh, do you?" she smiled. "You know they're even more painful, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," he said, "but afterwards I don't have any marks or blood, and
I'm not as sore." She looked down at the mess of his genitals, and agreed.
Actually, she also kind of liked the marks and blood, kind of verifying what a
nice session it was. Finally, as she was once again primped up properly, she
felt her bladder sending her messages. She had to relieve herself after sipping
tea and soft drinks all morning. She moved a little closer to Timmy, crossing
her legs, and gently cupped his testicles, moving up to his hardening cock,
careful to avoid the drying drops of blood.

"Timmy," she said sweetly, "do you have to piss now?"

"No mistress," he answered. "Do you?"

"Um, as a matter of fact yes, I do."

"Well, of course I want to serve you."

"Yes, I know, but I also like you like this. Um, let's see." She thought a
moment and then smiled, lifting up the paper cup she had thrown on the floor.
She knelt on the seat, and held the cup under her, concentrating, trying to get
it into the medium sized cup. "Ummm," she sighed, released a slow stream,

which increased, heavily, as she filled the cup up rapidly. She tried to stop
in time, but got a few drops on the car seat. "Oh damn," she said, surprised at
the warmth of the cup, looking at the golden liquid. She moved her finger over
the drops of piss, picking them up on her skin, and held her fingers to his
lips, as he licked them clean. Then, smiling, she held the cup up to his lips,
ordering him not to spill any. He swallowed it, gulping it down slowly as she
tilted it up, letting him drink leisurely.

"Very good," she said, and put the cup under her again, filling it almost

to the brim, allowing the trickle to cease. She was surprised at how much it
was, never having measured it before, and mentioned it. "It's almost a pity I
don't have to move my bowels. You'd like to toilet serve me, wouldn't you,
piglet?"

"Yes, mistress," he said, "I've loved toilet serving you from the first."

Then she smiled as he drained the cup as she held it to his lips. Having drops
of piss in her vagina, she used her panties to mop it up, seeing Marya and
Trisha on their way over to the car, holding hands.

"Do hurry," she said, as he sucked them clean, and then she rolled them back up
and put them in a plastic baggie. When Marya and Trish opened the door they
laughed delightedly at the sight of Timmy, especially at his erection, despite
all the obvious punishment that had taken place on his genitalia.

"Oh, Bambi," Marya exclaimed, kissing her on her lips from the back seat,

"How clever of you to improvise."

"Yes, mistress," she said, "I hope you don't mind using the time for some

extra training."

"No of course not, darling. He looks like he didn't mind it too much."

"Well, he's erect because I just used him as a toilet. But he broke nicely for
me, and even cried when I told him Trish might want to do something with him
afterwards?"

Timmy groaned silently, wishing she hadn't had to bring it up, but knowing that
she was proud of the job she had done with him. Trisha said she wanted to sit
besides Timmy, and she got back out and slid into the front, her lush body
pressing against him, her fingers on her left hand, squeezing his thigh hard
enough to make him wince.

"Well," she said, "is that true, Timmy? You cried when you thought I might
punish you when I got back?"

Looking into his smug sister's eyes, he nodded, "yes Trish, but if you want to
I wouldn't object or anything.."

"You wouldn't object," she smiled, teasing him. "And what good would objecting
do, anyway?" she mimicked. She looked at the dried blood and his red cock and
frowned. "But there's not much I can do with this for a few days. Bambi, did
you have to leave him with these awful marks?"

"I'm sorry, mistress," Bambi said, pulling the station wagon out onto the
highway, concentrating on her driving for a bit, then turning and smiling at
her mistress, "but I intentionally left his nipples alone for you, and I have a
pair of tweezers if you like."

"Ooooh," squealed Trisha, reaching for them, "how thoughtful of you. Now you
can cry for me, Timmy." The girls listened to him cry out and sob and scream,
without a gag, as the car went down the highway. By the time they pulled into
their driveway, Timmy was sobbing weakly, soaked with sweat, his nipples
bleeding, as his sister reluctantly put the tweezers away. Bambi snapped at him
to help with the packages and he was untied, and naked, shielded by hedges,
carried all the parcels inside.

Trisha and Marya walked behind him as he made three trips in and out, and Marya
suggested his sister escort him to the bathroom to clean himself up for dinner.
Bambi was sorting out the food at the kitchen counter, and Trisha kissed her
warmly as she took Timmy's hand and led him imperiously off to the bathroom.
His senses returning to him gradually, he noticed his mother and Bambi rubbing
their breasts together, like big foam rubber pillows.

"Come on, houseboy," smiled Trisha, pulling him along the hallway. Her full
breasts swayed braless, and her sweet, plump yet firm ass cheeks shifted in her
miniskirt and high heels. Timmy was recovered enough to almost erect at the
sight, but still felt some pain from his groin area. Inside the tiled bathroom,
he felt his hand dropped as she stepped inside with him. He groaned with
embarassment as she asked him if he had to relieve himself, and he sheepishly
nodded. Of all the things he disliked most, the worst was having to go in front
of the women. Yet, he stood up and pissed, as she stood with her hands on her
hips watching.

"Should I take a shower, mistress," he asked, as he turned and faced his
sister.

"Yes," she said, "I'll watch, so you won't play with yourself. Then I'm going
to harness you up properly again." He smiled, reaching to pull the shower
curtain back. "Why are you smiling?" she asked, frowning.

"Oh, sorry mistress, it's just that I don't think I could touch myself tonight
even if I were alone." She grinned at that, seeing his red genitals. She folded
her arms across her ample breasts as she watched him shower quickly, then he
hurried and dried before standing before her naked.

"Well, stupid, hurry up!" She was squatting over the portatoilet with her
panties around her ankles, as he hurriedly laid on his back and scurried under
it.

Immediately he raised his face and pressed his lips around her pouting anus,
just to make sure he was in time. Then she seemed to relax. And he kissed and
licked her pouty anal ring reverently as she picked up a movie magazine.

"You were so pathetic on the ride back, piglet. In fact you squealed like a
piglet." He probed her anus with his tongue, making her squirm.

'Mmmmm, he thought, 'I am so hungry.'

"I should tell the whole school we use our stepbrother for a toilet, and he
just loves it. Of course we whip him anyway, like a male pig should be. Would
you like that, pig??" she asked him, even as he grunted in a neutral fashion,
and probed her so familiar anus even deeper, loosening her up.

"I've decided to punish you later anyway, so anything you do won't help. But if
you want to worship me, kiss my anus now."

He half sobbed, all pride gone now, his erection straining, he adoringly kissed
her pouting protruding anus, several times.

"I'm not promising, it may be soft, but I do like the idea of our piglet paying
homage." Grunting, she began to move a large log out, filling his cheeks,
pushing his head back, even as his lips slid all over the delicious food.
Holding it with a strain, he coasted his stretched lips all over it, and kissed
and licked the huge thick brown log until it glistened with his saliva. Trisha
giggled and snickered listening to him do it. "What a pathetic pig." Finally,
she had to release it, and he gulped and swallowed, sighing and slurping it
down, his cock pulsing precum in thick drops all over his belly. When she was
finished, he similarly gulped her sweet bladderload, and then tongue licked her
so familiar cunt and anus and crack clean. Finally, as she was going out the
door to cuddle with Bambi, he hurriedly kissed each foot on his hands and
knees.

"Thank you, madame, thank you for punishing me also." Giggling, she went out.

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