Pinky - The Abduction (Part 1)
Hands tied behind my back, I knelt naked in the corner listening to the moans
and cries coming from the living room.
"Get over here you little slut and suck my cock!"
My step-dad was in a particularly raunchy mood and I waddled over to him on my
knees. The soles of my feet were still blistered from the last beating, making
it very painful to stand. Kneeling before him he grabbed my head and forced it
down on his massive cock. I've long since lost the "gag" reflex and was able to
take his 9" shaft down my throat. Sucking the monster down I finally reached
his balls.
"Work on the tip you fuckin whore! I want Paul to see how to lick a dickhead."
Paul was my younger brother. Standing next to the couch he was also naked. My
step-dad played with his balls and tiny penis as I withdrew his shaft, and
concentrated on his cockhead. My tongue circled the bulbous tip. Darting in and
out of the pee hole then down under the ridge. My spittle coated the orb making
it shine. Soon some sweet tasting precum emerged, making the head even more
lustrous. My step-dads moans were getting louder as were my mothers. She was
on a chair across from us. My younger sister was, like me, bound and on her
knees administering to her cunt. I felt sorry for my sister. Mother had put a
large punishment dildo up her ass. With a riding crop she kept smacking my
sisters backside urging her to get her tongue in deeper. Tears mixed with pussy
juice flowed down my mom's slit, making a puddle under the cruel woman's ass.
Between moans I could hear my mother screeching.
"Lick harder you fuckin bitch! If you stain this chair I'll force anther dildo
up that tight shit-hole of yours. You’re ass is mine forever, you fuckin slut.
Remember, forever is a very long time!"
My step-dad was close to cumming. His hold on my brother's penis got stronger
and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see my brother grimace in pain. Just
before he erupted his foot came up and smacked me hard on my side. I toppled
over, headfirst onto the floor. Still holding my brother's penis and balls, he
pulled Paul in front of him. Letting go he forced the boy down and ordered him
to "finish the job". Paul was sobbing and took a few licks at the mushroom
head. Getting impatient, my step-dad took Paul's head and rammed the dick down
his throat. Gasping for air, Paul's lips were forcibly bobbing up and down on
the massive cock. As my step-dad let out a huge sigh, his body stiffened and
forced Paul's head all the way down. Paul was frantically gasping for air as
the sperm squirted deep within his throat. Flailing his arms in vain, Paul
couldn't budge his head loose from the giant hands. Finally their grip eased
and Paul sprang off of the slimy rod. Looking sick, Paul started to gag and
vomit at my father's feet. Smiling broadly, my step-dad looked on in amusement
as Paul continued to spit on the carpet.
"That's OK son. It's always hard the first time. You'll get used to it, just
like your brother."
With those words a sharp cry was heard from the chair. I thought my mother had
cum, but soon learned otherwise.
"This fuckin, bitch whore bit my clit! You worthless piece of shit! Now you're
really gonna get it!"
Mother raised the crop high over the helpless girl. I could see the terror in
my sister's eyes as her body braced itself for the blow.
"Hold on honey" offered my step-dad. "I have a better idea. No need to do
permanent damage."
The big man walked over to the cowering girl and grabbed one of her feet. With
hands still tied behind, he dragged her over to the couch. Pushing Paul over
with his foot he plopped the girl down. Her face landed in Paul's vomit.
"Lets see how good she is at cleaning the rug. OK cunt, lick up that mess."
His bare foot was on her head, forcing it down on the smelly waste. Sobbing
loudly her tongue tried to lap up the vile goo. Getting behind her, mom started
to work the punishment cock in and out of her ass. Drawing it far out, then
roughly shoving it back in. I could see pieces of shit sticking between the
knobs of the fake phallus. My sister finally managed to get the last bit up in
her mouth. Releasing his foot from her head, mom took out the dildo and handed
it to him. Grabbing her by the hair he told her to lick the dildo clean. Broken
and exhausted, she dutifully licked and swallowed her own pieces of shit off
the rubber dong. The grownups smiled at each other and indicated it was time
for bed. Standing over my sister and me they pulled us to our feet. The pain in
my soles was intense, as they lead all of us down to the basement.
"You can finish cleaning the carpet in the morning. For tonight we have
something special planned."
Paul was instructed to lie face up on the "play" table. Once there his legs,
feet and chest where strapped down. A small dildo was inserted in a hole
through the table bottom, which penetrated his tight young ass.
Paul was told to spread his arms off of the table. We were then bent over. With
mom guiding me, she backed me up into Paul's waiting hand. Squashing Paul's
fingers together she worked them up my sore hole. Pushing me further his whole
hand disappeared within my bowels. By the soft sobs, I knew my sister was
getting the same treatment with Paul's other hand. Stepping back both grownups
laughed. The site of two youngsters bent over with a hand up each ass from a
spread eagle boy, must have been quite comical.
"You two look awfully uncomfortable like that! Perhaps you'd like to sit down
and relax.", giggled my mother.
I couldn't see what was happening behind me. My sister cried out, "NO, NO" then
let out a long scream. She was still crying when my step-dad stepped before me.
"Next!"
Reaching down he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up. Being careful
not to dislodge Paul's hand, he moved me back up over the table. I cried out in
pain as I felt Paul's arm slip deeper and deeper in my bowels. Easing me down
my bum hole stretched widely as my cheeks engulfed Paul's elbow and upper arm.
The pain in my abdomen was a dull throb compared to the sharp pain from my
ravaged hole.
Mom bent down to inspect the damage.
"Guess our boy needs to be stretched more so he doesn't bleed next time. Looks
like he has a fuckin period! I think we should buy a few more punishment
dildo's."
My step-dad started to laugh.
"Don't need more dildo's, I still got my baseball bat. What we need are more
tampons!"
Mom went behind me and came back a second later holding a used tampon up to my
face.
"Look boy, fresh from your little whore sister. Wanna taste?"
Forcing my teeth open she pushed the slimy red tampon into my mouth. The foul
taste made me cough and I could smell my sister's most private odor. With the
string sticking out between my teeth, mom taped my mouth shut. Taking a hemp
rope my step-dad tied my sister and me tightly together at the neck, shoulders
and waist. Sis again cried out as I pictured the barbed rope sawing across her
tender nipples. Another rope was hung from the ceiling, which he tied to the
hemp. This kept us from falling over and expelling the invader in our bowels.
Tied back to back, Sitting on top of Paul's arms with our feet dangling over
the table, we must have looked grotesque.
"Goodnight my children. Sleep tight. Oh I almost forgot! I promised our big boy
here something special for his birthday."
Laughing my step-dad went upstairs. Mom stroked my forehead and told me I'd
soon have lot's of little friends to play with. Taking her hand she worked it
under my bleeding bottom. Using my own blood as lube she worked it up and down
my shaft singing "Happy Birthday", as she stroked. Despite the pain, I found
myself getting hard. My step-dad came back down carrying a small plastic bag
with black specks inside. Holding the bag up to my face I could see hundreds of
small bugs crawling around within. My skin went pale and beads of sweat started
to drip down my horrified face. Joining mom in singing "Happy Birthday", he
gently squashed the bag to get the air out. He then placed the bag over my
blood-coated penis. I could feel an elastic pinch tight against my cock,
assuring the hungry contents would stay inside. Mom flicked the bag with her
finger as they turned to go upstairs.
"Goodnight my children, Sleep tight. DO let the bed bugs bite."
Alone in the darkness I could feel the creatures crawling over my dick and
biting my tender flesh. The pain an itching was indescribable. As I jerked my
body the pain in my ass got worse and the bugs seemed to bite with a renewed
vengeance. My sister, not knowing my predicament, cursed me as she cried in
pain from my thrashing about. Paul fortunately saw what was happening and
explained to her my torment. Eventually I pissed into the bag, drowning most
of the vermin. It was a long night filled with sobs and moans.
Early the next morning we heard footsteps come downstairs. Anxious about our
future punishment, our hearts pounded in our chests. Looking up I saw three men
approach. All were dressed in business suits
and wearing black gloves. They didn't seem surprised to see us.
"What have we here. Looks like three little sluts ripe for the picking. Gregor
was right. This job will pay us dividends."
Taking out a knife, one of the men cut our ropes. We collapsed against poor
Paul. Slowly we freed ourselves from his slimy arms, as the men watched in
amusement. Pulling the tape from my mouth, they got hysterical as the string
stuck to it and pulled the tampon out to. Still laughing they next turned to my
piss filled bag. As I carefully released the elastic, piss and dead bugs poured
to the floor. My poor dick was covered in deep red welts. Lightly touching it
brought instant pain. One of the men displayed a look of sympathy as he ordered
another to get some gauze and ointment.
"Don't worry kid, pretty soon it'll be good as new."
While applying the ointment to my dick, Paul and my sister where freed and
helped off the table. He then wrapped the gauze around my penis, tying it off
around my waist and under my ass. Paul asked where our parents where.
"No need to worry about them anymore. They managed to piss off the wrong
person! Hopefully this will be a lesson for the three of you. Let's go! I'm
sure you're anxious to see your new homes."
Two men followed us up the stairs as the third stayed behind. In the living
room was my mom and step-dad. Both were naked and covered in blood, welts and
cuts. Mom's breasts had been cut open and her pussy was ripped up to her navel.
Her organs lay sprawled along the couch. Step-dads penis was cut off and
jutting from his mouth. From behind his ass was butchered, and his intestines
lay in a heap at his feet.
"Good thing for you the basement was soundproof. Good thing for us your
neighbors a mile away. We tortured them most of the night. Look and remember
kids! I play for keeps!"
We wanted to feel pain for them, but only felt relief for ourselves. Surely
wherever we go, had to be better than this hellhole. I put my arms around my
siblings and followed the men out to the driveway. Still naked we got into a
Van parked behind the house. The third man came running out, threw some
bloodied clothes in, got behind the wheel and sped off. As we watched out the
back window, our house burst into flames. Smiling we slunk down and rested
against the doors. Offering us a pill, so we could rest, we took them and lay
down to sleep. It was hard for me to swallow, as the taste of my sister's
period came back to my parched mouth. In each other's arms, we quickly dozed
off.
I awoke lying face up on a padded table. My arms and legs where so stiff, it
was hard to move. I could feel something up my ass. Reaching down I touched a
long tube jutting from my bottom. I tried to pull it out but was either too
weak or it was in too tight. Becoming more alert, I felt my body. Nowhere below
my neck, was a trace of hair. My dick also no longer hurt, though I could still
feel tiny bumps all along the shaft and head. A large man approached me.
"Well well, Rip Van Winkle finally wakes up. Just in time to join in the fun.
I'm Frank! I have only two rules. One, Absolutely no talking. Two, Do
everything that you're told to do without hesitation. If you follow these rules
your punishment will be minimal. If you don't, you'll deeply regret it! Do you
understand!"
I nodded my head in agreement.
"Good. Now roll over. I'm going to paddle your ass. This isn't punishment, it's
just to warm you up."
Frank started with soft strokes on my upturned ass. Pretty soon they were
having the desired effect as I felt my shaft growing against the table.
"Wow! What a pink little butt you have! From now on, I think I'll call you
Pinky. Now get up!"
I managed to sit up on the table. My erection pointed directly up at Frank. In
the corner of the room stood four naked boys, all around my age. Each one with
a bloated stomach and hairless. All had hoses, like mine, protruding from their
cheeks. Frank motioned for the first boy to come over. He pushed his head down
on my shaft and told the boy to suck. Furiously the lad's lips bounded up and
down on my pole. Like his life depended upon it, the boy licked, sucked and
squeezed my cock with his lips. It wasn't long before a steady stream of cum
spasmed down his throat. Relishing the liquid goo, the boy sucked every last
drop out of my piss hole. Frank smiled.
"That's the way to suck cock. Remember it Pinky and learn from it. Now it's
time to clean you out."
Frank had me stand with my hands clasped behind my head. From the table he
pulled out a hose and twisted it on the one between my cheeks.
"Don't worry Pinky. The inflation ring I put in your ass can't be expelled
under normal force. No need to worry about getting nasty shit over the floor.
The water is regulated so only the amount specified will flow up your shoot.
Just stand and enjoy it."
I felt the warm water flowing into my bowels. Frank was right, I couldn't expel
the water and it wasn't unpleasant. As more water gushed in, however, a
terrible cramping started. I wanted to reach down but was terrified of the
consequences. My face contorted in agony as the cramping increased. Just when
it seemed I could take no more, the water stopped. My belly was engorged and
stuck out markedly. Frank turned a valve on my hose and disconnected it from
the table. He then had us line up with our backs to him. With arms over our
heads he told us to, "hold hands."
"What cute little asses. Just ripe for a hard cock. But first let's put some
color in those cheeks."
I could hear the whacks of a heavy wooden paddle hitting bare flesh. No boy
dared to cry out. As I listened to the "whoosh" of the paddle and the loud
"smack", I thought of my sister and brother and all we'd been through.
Wondering where they were I felt the sting of Franks blow. Five times the wood
found its mark on my tender bottom. When Frank finished, he led us into the
shower room. There we soothed our flaming asses under the cool water.
