****** Comeuppance ******
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Synopsis: My fiance's sister moves in to live with us, and pushes my fiance too
far. Her revenge is most satisfying.
I wasn't looking forward to going home.  Don't get me wrong,
I love my fiance (she's just as warped as I am)., it's just that
ever since her sister moved in with us, our lives have been a
living hell.  She is the biggest bitch I've ever, ever had to
deal with, a true hapa princess, sweet sixteen and as sour,
sarcastic, and foul as any girl or woman I've met.  Her
mother and father, while treating my fiance like the
proverbial worthless daughter they wished they had killed
at birth, gave her sister everything, and allowed her
everything.  It was also unfortunate that she was so
stunningly beautiful, or else her peers might have taken her
down a notch or two.  As it was, they worshipped her.
       Let me just conclude that she was demanding,
petulant, cruel, and an expert at certain mind-games.  In
other words, my fiance and I were always on the defensive, a
mentally and physically draining experience.  If it were not
for my fiance's belief in taking care of family (her sister
had stormed out on her parents after learning they were
divorcing), I would have sent her packing months ago.
       So when I opened the door to our apartment I was
thinking "six months and counting" as I dragged my weary
body into the living room.
       "Hello?  Tasha?"  I called out, not seeing my fiance.
       "In the bedroom," she answered, and I was surprised
I didn't see, or hear, Tammy, the terror.
       I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag in the
entryway before stepping out onto the rich ivory carpet of
the living room, gazing longingly at the white leather couch
which sat against the wall.  I perked up a little as I made my
way between the entertainment center and the coffee table--
a very tasteful choice by Tasha--thinking that maybe
Tammy was gone, and we could take advantage of the alone
time--it had been over three months.
       I stopped in shock as I opened the door to the
bedroom.  Sitting there, unwillingly, on our bed, a queen
sized jewel with a hunter green comforter that seemed to
shine in the light, was Tammy, her dark, asian eyes
widening in surprise and horror as she saw me, a bleep
coming from behind the tape covering her mouth, tape which
bulged with a large ball gag streching her jaws wide.
       I glanced quickly over to my fiance, who was
slumped in one of the two straight-backed wooden chairs we
had set in the corner, one leg hanging over the leg of it.  She
merely smiled at me and nodded toward her sister.
       I looked back at the little horror, seeing her sitting
there on her heels, her thighes spread wide, noticing the
complete bondage for the first time.  Around her throat was
a black leather collar about three inches wide, and I
recognized it as the one supporting four metal loops for
attaching various ties.  A thin rope ran from the right side
of the collar to wrap around one of the overhead beams of the
ceiling (we have a very nice apartment), forcing Tammy's
head to tilt to the left.  Her long, blue-black hair, shining in
the soft light of our lamp, was pulled away from her face and
tied together at just below her neck by a large, blue bow,
before spilling down to gently brush the bed.
       I stepped around behind her, finding myself
becoming increasingly aroused as she squirmed on the bed,
plaintive grunting sounds coming from her throat.  Through
the thin gauze of her hair, I saw that her wrists were bound
cunningly behind her and lifted up to the small of her back,
a loop of rope attaching to one of the loops in her collar. 
Tasha had outdone herself.
       Her skirt, a light navy blue with pleats, was
arranged so it fanned out beneath her, covering halfway
down her truly gorgeous thighs and covering her feet
completely.  I did notice, however, a thin cord running along
the bed from beneath the back of her skirt to be tied to the
base of the headboard, a beautiful piece of light wood
furnature decorated with carvings of mermaids sitting on
rocks amid the ocean.  If I knew my fiance at all, Tammy's
large toes were tied together beneath her, and any pulling
forward would cause her biting pain in her toes.
       Tasha had dressed her in a navy blouse--I don't
know where she got it--complete with a light blue tie.  Her
breasts, B's looking large on such a slender girl, pressed
provocatively to either side of the tie, and the thin white
blouse fell to cover the waistband of her pleated blue skirt. 
Her skirt was laid out in a circle around her bound form,
half covering her thighs, a rich light brown, dipping
slightly between them as they were pulled wide by ropes
looped around her knees.  Looped twice just below her bent
kneecap, each rope was attached to the wooden frame of the
bed, keeping her thighs wide apart, ready, I was sure, for
whatever perverted pleasure I could devise for myself, and
my fiance's sister.
       "The bow's a nice touch," I said as I sat down next to
my nearly sister-in-law.
       "Thanks," she responded, not moving as I reached for
Tammy's tie, pinching the knot between my fingers, seeing
fear rise in her beautiful eyes as I began working the knot
loose.  It was then I noticed a rope attached to the front loop
of the collar, and I smiled inwardly.  She began twisting and
squirming in her bonds, her grunts coming more frequent
and loader as I pulled the knot about halfway down the tie
and began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling the warmth of her
neck as I popped the top button free.  I unhooked the next
button, exposing even more of her soft, warm flesh.  I ran my
the back of my hand across her upper chest, avoiding the
rope which split it in two, enjoying the feel of her taunt,
youthful, skin, ignoring her squirming and bleating as I
unbuttoned the third button.
       Tammy had her eyes closed and tears began flowing
down her cheeks, occasional sobs wracking her body, as I
finished opening her blouse, exposing her young, bound
breasts--my fiance's handywork--and her firm, flat, narrow
stomach.  My fiance had outdone herself.  From what I could
see she had accomplished this masterpiece with one length
of rope, rope which I could tell was somewhat abrasive, and
would definately leave marks.  One loop went around her
waist, pulling at the skin with its tightness, and supported
a strand which ran down beneath her skirt and one which
ran up between her breasts, where it knotted and went up to
attach to her collar.  From the knot between her breast four
loops streched out, above and below each breast, digging
deep into the tender skin, squeezing her tits, making them
bulge out before running around her back.
       I couldn't help myself as I ran my hands over her
twin mounds--I had always fantasized about taking a young
girl against her will, about binding her and forcing her to
scream her lungs out in pain and pleasure--I just never
thought it would be my fiance's sister.  My cock was
throbbing in my pants as I leaned close to her and
whispered in her ear.
       "You deserve this, you fucking little cunt.  You
deserve every single thing I'm about to do to your body. 
This is your commupance."
       With that I reached over to the nightstand beside our
bed and slid two of the clothespins Tasha had placed there,
I'm sure, for just the use I intended them.  I leaned down
and carefully, holding her still as she tried to jerk her
breasts away, placed my mouth over her nipple, softly
sucking on it, my mouth taken with the wonderful flavor of
her skin.  It was like warm flan, smooth and creamy and
fresh as I slid her nub across my lips and tongue.  As her
nipple hardened I ran the tip of my tongue along the side of
her nipple, feeling the little ridges tighten as I teased her
young flesh, exploring every nook and crany of her small
pink nub.
       I pulled reluctantly away and looked into her face,
seeing tears still streaking her beautiful cheeks as she
breathed heavily through her nose, her eyes closed tight,
her long lashes gorgeous on her face.  I gripped her breast
in my hand and waited until she opened her eyes  before I
opened one of the clothespins I had taken.  I noticed that my
fiance had chosen the cruel ones, the ones which had had
their pinching ends filed into three teeth to apply the
pressure over a small surface area.  Tammy shook her head
back and forth, shaking, pleading with me with her eyes, as
I slowly closed the gripping end over her tender nipple. 
Her whole body tensed as I let the pin snap shut, and a
gurgling yell came from behind her gag.  I sat back a little
as I watched her shake in pain, my cock throbbing as her
breast swayed back and forth in its bondage, the clothespin
standing straight out from her body, the small bolt which
could have decreased the pressure loose between the arms of
the pin.
       I worked the same magic on her other breast, taking
my time, prolonging this for as long as I could, for I knew
the mental torture was as bad as, if not worse, than the
physical.  When I finished I stood up and began removing
my clothes, feeling her eyes, scared and filled with shame,
watching as I exposed my nudity to her, my cock standing
out and up, hard from the thought of what lay in store for
her.
       I got on my knees on the end of the bed and began to
slide on my stomach toward her, my eyes on the small piece
of fabric laying over her thighs.  My head was between her
knees and I heard her whimper, and a saw a flash as my
fiance snapped a photo--I didn't know if that was such a
good idea, I mean, I was raping an underaged girl, after all. 
It didn't matter though as I stroked her knees and thighs
with my hands, nuzzling up against the smooth, young flesh
of my captive, withholding the moment when I would lift her
skirt and push my face against her (I guessed) virgin box. 
Finally her trembling and whimpering got the best of me
and I slipped my head under her skirt, somewhat surprised
as I noticed the four loops of ropes around both of her
thighs, tying them immovably to her calves--Tasha thought
of everything.
       I nuzzled the smooth flesh bulging between her
center and the rope, running my tongue teasingly over her
soft flesh, feeling her jerk in her bonds as I slipped from
thigh to thigh, my breath hot against her sex.  Finally I
tired of playing and scooted closer until my nose rested
against her sparse pubic hair, just to the side of the rope
which split her cunt and ran up her ass crack.  I followed
the rope lightly with my tongue, feeling her lips swollen
and abraided by the coarseness of the rope, knowing that it
would only make her more sensitive to my caresses.  The
rope knotted just where it pressed above her clitorus, and
twice again in the folds of her labia, and, if I knew my lover,
another knot was pressing insistently against her anus.
       I moved my hands to the top of her thighs, above the
ropes keeping her thighs pinned to her calves, feeling her
muscles tensing and jerking as I began to gently run my
pouted lips along the outside of her labia, making sure her
skirt was covering my head.  I inhaled deeply, drawing the
sharp tanginess of her sex into my nostrils.  Every time my
tongue darted out to taste the clean sweetness of her cunt
she jumped, making me more and more excited.  I continued
with my tongue, working along either side of the rope
splitting her in two, slowly teasing her, slowly savoring the
clean, tangy, slightly sweet, like a chinese pastry, taste of
her sex, my nose tickled by her hairs.
       I was rewarded some time later, I do not know how
long, by at first a slight dampening of her sex, the taste of
her growing stronger and sweeter.  I used my nose to push
the knot over her clit to one side, feeling her jerk and cry
out as it mauled her sensitive flesh, and jerk again as I
flicked her nub with my tongue, feeling her thighs tense
around me as I carefully pressed the flat of my tongue
against the side of her clit.  I worked my tongue around
slowly, feeling her juiced begin to flow more freely, begin to
slide down my chin and be smeared against  her inner
thighs as I now flicked the tip of my tongue up and down her
hardening clit.
       She jerked again and cried out as I pushed the knot
across her clit, her now more sensitized flesh screaming as
the course rope dragged across it, to be quickly replaced by
a muffled gasp as my lips and tongue began working her clit
again, every once in a while dipping down to smear my face
in the copious juices streaming from her cunt.  Back and
forth I ran the knot across her clit as she left a puddle from
her sex soaking the comforter beneath her, and I thought
about the myriad ways I could punish her for leaving such a
mess, my cock throbbing in time to my thoughts and her
arousal.  I could feel her approach orgasm through the way
she tensed her thighs and tried to thrust her groin into my
face, and each time held her back--she was going to come
when I wanted her to come, with my cock buried deep in her
sluttish cunt pounding her brains out as she screamed in
orgasm.
       I brought her as close to orgasm as I dared and then
stopped, pulling my head sharply from between her legs and
grabbing the thin blade Tasha had left on the nightstand for
me sometime while I was busy bringing her sister to a peak
of lust.  I watched the little slut, her eyes closed, her face
flushed with lust, her lashes laying long against her cheeks,
her hips grinding slowly against the rope as she sought to
complete the pleasure my tongue had born in her.  With one
quick, easy motion I reached behind her and cut the rope
which was covering the pussy and ass from the rope around
her waist, pulling it slowly up the front of her skirt, seeing
her eyes snap open as it dragged agonizingly across her
super-sensitive flesh, listening to her high pitched
grunting as she tried to jerk her hips away from the torture,
knowing that this pain would only increase her pleasure
once I was inside her.
       When I had pulled the rope out, I cut it from the
front and threw it to one side--my cock was near exploding,
and my lust knew no bounds; I had to be inside her, and I
had to be inside her know.  I slide my body beneath her,
lifting her slightly until her hips rested on mine and her
feet between my thighs.  The added strain this put on her
body from the bondage caused her to wince, but gasp blew
from her nostrils as I plunged my cock into her slick cunt. 
My own thighs were already covered with her juices, and yet
I could not press all the way into her, she was so tight.
       I thrust up again, and felt my cock slide past her
tight ring of muscles and slip all the way into her pussy,
her groin pressing against mine.  I had to hold her there as
she gasped and whimpered on the end of my cock, the velvity
walls of her cunt almost too much for me.  I held her still,
her skirt still covering the lewd, obscene act I was
performing on her unwilling body, until she quieted, her
body still shaking, but her breathing evening and her
whimpering quieting.  She was a sight, her breasts heaving,
the clothespins swaying on the end of her nipples, her body
encircled by rope, her mouth and chin covered by tape,
bulging with a ball gag, her long hair, held together by the
large blue bow, spread to her side as her head leaned that
way, her eyes tightly shut as flashes of passion and pain
flashed across her young, beautiful, hapa face..
       My hands slipped under her skirt and I pressed my
thumbs against her clit as I began to slide my hips back and
forth and around, rodding her cunt out as she threw back
her head and grunted as my thumbs began massaging the
meat around her clit, squeezing it gently between them.  I
worked her like that, feeling my own body begin to tingle as
I teased myself inside her incredibly tight sheath,
prolonging my own pleasure and keeping her from hers.  She
was breathing hard and fast now, trying to thrust her groin
against my thumbs, her juices making both our lower bodies
slick and cool.
       I couldn't take it any more, and pulled out and
dragged myself from under her.  She moaned in frustrated
pleasure as I sliced the rope holding her up as high as I
could reach and pushed her onto her back, her calves still
folded under her and her thighs still spread wide.  I flipped
up her skirt and pressed my cock against her cunt, holding
it there while I looked into her eyes, eyes clouded with
pleasure and lust.  I tore off her gag and roughly pulled the
ball out of her mouth, causing her to cry out in pain.
       "Say it," I commanded, my lips inches above hers,
my eyes locked on her own.
       "Uh," she moaned as I slid my cock across her slit,
bucking her hips against mine, trying to impale herself.
       "Say it, cunt, say it."
       "Fuck..." she whined, turning her head away from
me.  I gripped her chin and forced it back, feeling her body
so slight, so small, so slender, under mine.
       "Say it you little bitch!"
       "Fuck me!" she gasped out, and I didn't wait.  I
slammed into her, her slender form arching as a half-scream
half-moan escaped her lips.  I grabbed her hair and pressed
my lips brutally against her, jackknifing my cock in and out
of her teenaged pussy as I drove my tongue into her oral
cavity.
       She tasted so sweet, and my whole body began to
tingle, from the tips of my toes to my lips as I drove into
her, shaking her lithe body with each thrust, feeling like I
was possession her, engulfing her, making her mine.
       She screamed into my mouth, her body as taut as a
spring and shaking like a leaf, and I felt warm liquid gush
against my groin and thighs, splattering everywhere, before
a short blackness covered my vision and pleasure bubbled
up from my cock to spew into her depths.
       I held her tight, liplocked, for long minutes, until I
felt her body stop shaking, and then held her longer before
pulling my softening cock from her and rolling onto my
knees beside the bed.
       "She's a right straight little slut, isn't she?" I heard
my fiance comment acidly.
       I lifted myself up onto the side of the bed, "You
might say that.  She certainly blew her stack like
gangbusters."
       "She made a mess, ejaculating everywhere," she said
as she stood up, a disgusted expression crinkling her
smooth face, a poloroid dangling from her hand.  She walked
over to where her sister was lying, gasping in great breaths
through her mouth, her eyes half lidded as she came down
from her orgasmic high.
       "Who told you you could make a mess of my bed," my
fiance spat, gripping her sister by the hair and shoving her
ball gag back into her mouth.  "You little bitch, I'm really
going to have to punish you now."
       Tammy struggled weakly as Tasha manhandled her,
untying the rope which had bound her only to retie her as I
sat back in a high-backed lounge chair, my cock sluggishly
stiffening as what my fiance had planned for her sister and
me began to come clear.


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