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Subject: {ASSM} Replay 2 (f/f ffff/f multi scat horror torture SM)
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XTI Stories are all extreme.  They usually involve young teens,
and can have almost any subject matter.  Except snuff, which I
don't really like.


Don't try this at home.  If you're too stupid to understand that
it's a fantasy, you should be locked up.

Replay
Chapter 2

    	I don't know how long I lay there.  I passed out, I know, but
since I don't know when Lisa finished raping me, I don't know how long
I was out.  A few hours, at least.  When I heard my mother back in the
house, I wanted to get up and go to her, but I couldn't.  It wasn't
that I couldn't move because of the pain.  I could, despite the fact
that my insides felt shredded.  No, I just couldn't leave the room.  I
turned on the light and examined my body.

    	My wrists each had a dark bruise around them and they were chafed.
 My nipples were hard and throbbed a little from when Lisa was pulling
on them.  But it was lower down where the real pain started.  I gently
opened my legs and saw that fresh blood was still oozing from my cunny.
 Steeling myself, I opened my legs wider, then spread the bruised lips
of my sex.  Yes, there was blood coming from it, but despite my desire
to wipe it away, I didn't.  I felt slick between my butt cheeks, and
when I slid a finger down past my pussy, I could feel my hole was
puffed and swollen.  I wanted to wipe my finger, but what actually
happened was I put it in my mouth and sucked the blood off it.  That
was gross enough, but thankfully, my sister had already licked off all
the other stuff that had been on it.

    	Lisa came in the room and closed the door behind her.  She was
dressed in a skirt that was super short, and sneakers.  Her t-shirt was
white, and tight enough that I could see there was nothing under it.
She walked close to me and smiled, then hauled off and smacked me in
the face with her open hand.  I moaned from the pain.  But the lust
that followed it in a wave made me almost long for her to hit me again.

    	"Hi slut," she said.  Then she leaned in and kissed me.  "Oh,
Kimmi, don't worry.  I'm not angry with you, not at all!  But you're my
toy and I can do what I want with you.  I just wanted to show you
that."  She turned away and started looking through my clothes.  "Now,
let's see what we have for you to wear."

    	If what she was wearing was short, what she chose for me was not
much more than a wide belt.  Honestly, I didn't even know that that the
little white skirt was even in there anymore.  She bucked the belt
around my waist, and it actually cut into me since it was about two
inches too small to go around my tummy.  And I was already skinny,
since at 42 pounds and all of four feet tall, I was small for my age.
The top she chose was a thin undershirt which showed the dark bumps of
my nipples.  Mom, once she saw me, would put a stop to this!

    	Lisa left the room for a second, then came back in with a pair of
scissors.  She proceeded to cut the top until I was almost completely
exposed.  She shortened it up to just under my nipples, cut off the
arms to expose my underarms, and cut a huge V in the neck.  The back
was cut up as well, but I didn't see until later that she'd made sure
almost my entire back was exposed.

    	"Don't you just look so hot!" she beamed.  "This looks a little
loose though."

    	'This' was the waist band to the skirt, which Lisa managed to
tighten just one more notch.  That really hurt, and it was kind of hard
to breath, but I knew that soon this madness would end and Mom would
punish Lisa for everything she'd done.  She stood back looking at me.
All I had on was that skirt and the top.  No panties, no shoes.

    	"Let's go!  Mom made some sandwiches for us to eat before everyone
comes over."  Lisa skipped out of the room.

    	Skipped!  Here I was, almost naked, bleeding from my well raped
holes and smelling like sweat, cunt and piss, and she was skipping off
to see mom!  I felt bad as I realized that my sister was really, truly,
insane.  Once mom saw this, that was it.  I'd lose Lisa because they'd
lock her away.

    	I walked out my room, stepping around the box that I'd been locked
in, and into the kitchen.  I still hurt a lot, especially inside, but
my muscles seemed to be ignoring that.  My brain wasn't.  Neither was
my cunny, which was getting as slick with its juices as it was from the
blood leaking from inside me.  I walked into the kitchen and looked at
my Mother.

    	"Kim, Honey, how are you," she said as she breezed by, giving me
quick kiss on the cheek.  "Sit down and have a sandwich with your
sister.  It's her birthday you know!"

    	I sat down, but only because I didn't think I could remain
standing.  Had the world gone completely insane?  How could she not see
how I was dressed?  Not smell the piss on my body?  Then I looked at
Lisa, across the table from me.

    	"Remember Kimmi.  You're my present and I can do whatever I want
with you."

    	Her smile was so evil that I almost fainted.  Somewhere in my
brain, I connected that fact that I should have realized that if I
couldn't object to what Lisa was doing to me, how could I expect that
my mother would even notice?  My heart filled with despair:  I really
was my sister's toy, and there was nothing I could do.  I almost
groaned out loud as my cunny clenched in pre-orgasmic bliss.

    	Things were completely normal for the rest of the day.  If you
didn't count the fact that my sister did things to me that no one
noticed.  Like making me crawl under the table and drink from her
bladder so she didn't have to use the toilet.  I came when I did that.
Really hard.  I still wanted to puke though, as the warm liquid filled
my belly.  I continued to bleed from my holes, and it stained my dress.
 Along with my piss, which she made me do outside, without squatting.
Before she'd let me pee, she had me stand in the kitchen, while my
mother worked on the cake, and licked me fore and aft.  The feeling was
amazing, but I didn't cum -- just got more and more excited, which was
how I stayed until later.

    	Finally, her friends started showing up.  I lost all hope after
the first one arrived and had no more comment on my state than my
mother did.  I wasn't allow to eat any cake, when it was served.  No
one even offered me any and I knew that Lisa was controlling
everything.  That seems totally off the wall.  Like it was a dream or
something, but that's how my life went.  Lisa was in complete control
of everything around her.  Especially me, her toy.

    	After the cake was eaten everyone went outside to play games.
They even included me.  I wish they hadn't though.  I was barefoot and
it was really hot out.  Everyone was soaked with sweat and we stayed
out there for like two hours.  My feet were burnt and bleeding, and I
was *still* bleeding a little from Lisa's earlier assault.  In spite of
the pain, I ran and played with everyone like nothing was wrong.  The
cramping from my stomach and burning in my lower holes didn't stop me.
As I sweat, my top turned transparent.

    	Finally most of the girls left.  All but five who were spending
the night at the slumber party.  I was looking forward to just going to
sleep in hopes that when I awoke all this would turn out to be a
nightmare.  That didn't happen and everyone ended up in *my* room,
which was really too small for everyone to sit comfortably.  Lisa dove
onto the bed, her skirt flipping up and flashing everyone her panties.

    	"Since," she announced in a regal voice, "I'm such a nice girl, I
decided that I'm going to share one of my presents with everyone here."

    	There was a general sound of agreement from everyone but me.  A
huge knot of dread formed in my belly, adding to the cramping and
cutting that it was already experiencing.

    	"We should all get a little cleaner before we start playing
tonight, don't you think?" asked Lisa.  "My present will help with
that, so let's get started."

    	Since there was no air conditioning in the room, it was really
hot.  And we'd all just spent two hours running around like nuts
outside, so we were soaked in sweat.  The smell from seven young teen
girls filled the room and rather than make me gag, it made me horny.  I
was such a pervert.  Before this next round of humiliation, my sister
made me strip.  It was nice to be able to breathe again, but all her
friends made fun of my because I was so small.

    	"Why don't you go first, Bella?" smirked Lisa.

    	Bella, a beautiful dark haired girl, smiled at me and stood there.
 I reached down and slipped off her sandals, then proceeded to lick and
suck the sweat and dirt from her feet.  I licked and sucked up her
salty legs until I got to her shorts, which I unsnapped and pulled
down.  She smelled, but not too strong --  nothing like my sister had
earlier -- and it actually turned me on.  I could almost forget about
my own pain, and enjoy what I appeared to be doing of my own free will.
 I stood and pulled off her top.  That was kinda hard since I was the
shortest girl in the room.  Her breasts were small, but not as small as
mine.  They had dark, hard nipples and looked really cute.  I moved to
her panties, the last thing she was wearing.  She smelled stronger
here, and I liked that even better.  When I pulled them down, I saw
that she had a bit of hair on her pussy.  There was also a strand of
milky juice that stuck between her pussy and the panties.  Once I had
them off, I held them to my nose, then licked the sweaty crotch.  All
the girls laughed at me, which really humiliated me.  Of course, it
also turned me on something fierce.

    	I licked all around Bella's thighs, avoiding her pussy, and up her
sweaty stomach.  I was pretty thorough as I licked all around her hard
titties.  She tasted a little salty, but sort of sweet too.  As I
started to make my way back down her body, Lisa stopped me.

    	"You missed a couple of spots," she said.

    	"I'm sorry, Mistress," I replied.

    	There were more giggles as I lifted one of Bella's arms.  Her skin
was actually shinning with sweat there, but I dutifully licked all of
it away.  I think she was wearing antiperspirant, because she didn't
smell bad, but the taste was kind of sour.

    	And so it went for each of the girls, until I got to the last one.
 Her name was Mary and she was about a year older than everyone else.
She had a reputation at school for being kind of weird and I'd never
seen her with my sister before.  A lot of the girls said she was a
lezzy.  Not that that had mattered to me, even when I'd had control of
my body.

    	I licked and sucked her feet, peeled off her shorts (she had on
really sexy black panties), then took off her top.  I was surprised by
two things.  First, was the size of her breasts.  They were big, like
maybe a C cup and they sagged just a little.  The other thing was that
her underarms had a patch of dark red hair under each.  From the smell,
I could tell that she didn't use deodorant.

    	I don't know why, but her smell just hit me really hard.  I was
beginning to get a feel for the things that Lisa was making me do, and
like, and the things I would have liked on my own.  Her sexy smell I
liked all on my own, which, of course, made me really embarrassed.  I
mean, who wants to admit that they like how some other girl's armpit
smells?  Especially when they're all sweaty.  But so help me, it was
true.  She made me drip.

    	I licked her clean as well, but I put on a much better show for
the other girls who were now playing with themselves.  I lifted each
breast and licked away the sweat from there.  Then I lovingly licked
the each armpit, actually sucking on it and making her moan.  I was
totally gone from lust now.  So gone, that when I got to her ass crack,
I just dove right in.  It was salty and really gamy, but I just dove
in, completely forgetting about how I couldn't even think of my own
parts located back there.  And when I finally got to her pussy, hairier
than the others, it was like heaven.  The scent was thick and rich, and
her juices!  Oh my god, her juices were so slippery and salty.  I
almost came from just that.

    	Once I'd finished, Lisa reminded everyone that I hadn't had any
cake.  I was pretty hungry and hoped that she'd let me eat some.  Of
course, I should have known better that it would be me just getting to
eat some cake.

    	I lay down on my back as the girls sat around me, each with a
piece of cake, which they fed to me.  Yup.  I had to eat six pieces of
cake.  Of course, it wasn't just that they made me eat the cake.  It
was how they did it.  Each girl took a forkful and chewed it up real
good.  Then she spit it into my mouth and I swallowed that.  I was real
full by the time they finished, and sure that, once again, I would have
puked.  I couldn't though, for the same reason I couldn't break my
sisters mysterious hold over me.  When I'd eaten five pieces, being
called a pig and a slut and all kinds of names, there was one last
piece to go --  my sister's.

    	Unlike the others, she'd been chewing and spitting her cake into
this sort of tube.  I had no idea why she'd do that, unless she was
going to just force it down my throat.  I was full enough that my thin
belly was kinda bulging.  Forcing it down my throat wasn't exactly what
she had in mind though.  I could never have imagined what she was going
to do.

    	Once everyone else was finished, and her tube was full, she
squatted over my face.  I had a clear view of her back hole, which Mary
pushed the end of the tube into.  At the other end of the tube was a
plunger and I watched as the chewed cake and icing was slowly pushed
out of the tube and into my sister's intestines.  I was horrified, of
course.  While the piece of her birthday cake was pushed into her
asshole, Lisa leaned forward and stared licking me.  I was just as
sweaty as the other girls had been, but a lot more gross.  I had pee
and blood down there, mixed with a lot of cunt juice.  Lisa just dove
in, licking and sucking.  I could feel her tongue curling into my cunny
and it felt sooo good.  But I would have run away screaming, if I could
have, when she pushed her tongue into my other hole.  That was just too
gross.  I could hear, and feel, her sucking away, and sliding her
tongue in and out.  To my shame, it started to feel good.  Then Mary
pulled the tub out of my sister's hole.  It was streaked with dark crud
that I know wasn't cake, because the cake was vanilla.

    	"All ready, Lisa," she said, smiling as if pushing a tube full of
cake up another girl's butt was something she did all the time.  For
all I knew, maybe it was.

    	"Cool," said Lisa as she squatted over my mouth.

    	I eagerly opened it.  Or at least, that's what it must have looked
like to everyone else, because they all commented on what a gross pig I
was.

	"Hey, could you hand me that?" Lisa asked someone.

    	I had no idea what 'that' was, and quite frankly, I wasn't really
thinking about it.  At least until something stung one of my inner
thighs like a bee.  Instead of the heartfelt shriek I would have let
out, all that came out of my mouth was  a sexy moan.  The girls giggled
as I was stung again with the same results.

    	Finally, Lisa started grunting and I knew what was cumming.
Slowly, her pink hole opened up and I could see a bit of cake sludge
starting to ooze out.  It dropped right into my mouth, sweet and bitter
and so revolting that I couldn't understand why I just lay there.  The
rest of the cake followed, stained darker and darker by her dirt until,
in front of her friends, who laughed and clapped their hands, a soft
turd dropped into my mouth.

    	That wasn't sweet at all, and I would have passed out, choking on
it, if I'd been able to.  I had to endure all her friends laughing at
me as I swallowed every bit of Lisa's bowel movement.  The stench was
terrible, and I wondered why they didn't all run away.  Plus, the foul
stuff was being packed into an already full tummy, which not only
clenched with intense nausea, but  actually hurt from being so full.
To my shame, and everyone else's laughter, I came.  Really, really
hard.

    	The rest of the evening passed like a horrid nightmare.  I had to
eat each girl to orgasm, at least once, and I ended up drinking all
their piss -- I liked the first, but hated the second.  Lisa made me go
in a bucket she brought in when she knew I had to go.  I burped a lot
and each time I did, I was reminded of what I'd been forced to eat.  I
was sure could tell the difference now between when I was forced to do
something, and when I would have done it myself.  When I finally slept,
my face between one of the girl's legs, Anne, I think, my only thought
was to hope that this nightmare would end.

    	Waking the next morning was an experience.  Another bad one,
surprise.  Some of the other girls were up and whispering, and it
didn't take long before each decided they need to pee.  In my mouth, of
course.  And if I thought the pee was bad last night, boy was I wrong.
This morning, it was really strong and bitter.  Didn't stop me from
cumming though, and they giggled their heads off, which made me cum all
the more.

    	Once I was left alone, I discovered the oddest thing:  There
wasn't a mark on me anywhere.  No bruises on my wrists, no scrapes,
nothing.  But that didn't mean I felt okay.  I still felt like all
those things were there, but I couldn't see any evidence of them.  I
thought I was going crazy.  Maybe it was a good thing I'd woken up with
the other girls using me, otherwise I might have gone nuts sure that I
was going crazy and it had all been a dream.

    	Don't I wish.

    	Lisa tortured me that day, and every day after that.  Some days it
was light torture, some days it was agonizing.  I always came, no
matter what she did to me.  And she did some really horrible things.
Two days after her birthday, we were sitting at the dinner table.  Mom
decided she wanted to eat by candle light --  I have no idea why.  At
one point, she got up to do something at the counter.  Mash the
potatoes, I think.  While she did, Lisa ordered me to lift my shirt.
She then took a butter knife and heated it in the candle flame.
Slowly, looking me in the eyes the entire time, she burned my right
nipple with the knife.  Then she did the left one.  The entire time my
mother mashed to potatoes, my sister heated the knife and burned my
skin, which turned all red and really hurt.  Each time she pressed the
hot metal to my skin, I came.  When my mother returned to the table, I
pushed my top back down, then ate, nipples throbbing in monstrous pain,
with tears running down my face.  Mother never said a thing.

    	Also, from that day on, my sister never again used the toilet to
pee, only my mouth.  Often, when her friends were over, (I never had
friends, I was too busy being my sister's sex toy) they would use my
mouth as well.

	Two weeks after my sister's birthday, my tolerance for pain was
starting to build from the daily torture.  Or at least, I wasn't as
horrified by what my sister was doing to me.  I still felt the pain as
much as ever.

      	One morning, after Mom went to work, leaving all three of us
home, my sister decided that, since we had the whole day, she'd really
have some fun.  Well, fun for her.  I guess it was fun for me since I
had lots of orgasms, but all I remember now was how much it hurt.  Oh,
and how gross it was.

      	First she brought in my little sister, who wasn't potty trained.
 I was made to take off her diaper and lick her clean.  She'd dumped a
huge load in her diaper and everything was smeared.  While I did that,
my sister used a thin cane on my ass.  Each time she hit me, the fire
burned through my body.  It made me horny, and the horrifying part
about that was that I knew that I was enjoying it because I liked the
pain, not because she was making me.

      	Once I'd finished licking my little sister clean, Lisa made me
eat everything that was in the diaper.  I came as I ate the large pile
of cool, soft, slimy shit, but I knew that it wasn't my fault.  Still,
the pleasure flooded through me and I began to wonder how long it would
be before I started liking it on my own.  I cried from the thought.
Soon though, I wasn't able to think at all.  Only cry.

      	It started out bad and got worse.  She took me to my bedroom,
and tied my wrists to a short, metal bar with this really rough rope.
Then she attached another rope to a ring in the bar and pulled it over
my head then through a pulley in the ceiling.  I knew that pulley was
there and so did Lisa.  You'd think that Mom would have noticed, but
she never came into my room anymore.  I don't think she would have
noticed anyway.  It seemed like I was the only one who noticed my
insane sister had managed to turn an eight year old into a torture toy.

      	Anyway, she pulled it up until I was hanging by my wrists.
Then, she turned out the light and left.

      	I have no idea how long I hung there, but the pain built in my
wrists and shoulders until I thought I couldn't breathe anymore.  I
could feel the joints in my body stretching, an awful pull on the
tendons that grew more agonizing every minute I hung there.  My hands
went numb.  Tears streamed down my face, but slimy wetness was dripping
from my cunny.  I was aroused.

      	Lisa came into the room a little while later.  She had a belt
and I knew what to expect.  I wasn't disappointed.  She whipped my body
until I came.  Then, smiling at me, she left the room for a second,
then returned with two space heaters that we use in the winter.  I
moaned because it was already hot in the room.  She smiled and turned
them on high, then left. I hung there, sweat dripping off my body, the
smell of it and my cunny filling my small room.

      	I smelled pretty strong too, because Lisa hadn't let me bathe in
three days.  Not only did I suffer from the pain, but the humiliation
of my smell made everything worse.  Up until my sister took control of
me, I had bathed every day, sometimes even more.  Of course, sometimes
that had been so I'd be able to play with my cunny, but I hated being
dirty.  Now, my body was dripping with sweat and I felt all gross.  And
in pain.  A lot of that.

      	Lisa returned again.  I would have thought that by this time,
I'd have passed out, but just like I couldn't puke when I needed to, I
couldn't pass out either.  She took another bar, a really wide one, and
used more rope to tie my ankles to it, spreading me really, really
wide.  She also took two of Mom's ten pound barbells, the ones she used
to work out with, and tied one to each of my big toes.  Since my legs
were spread so wide, she was able to lower me until my face was level
with hers.  She smiled and spit in my face.  Once again, she closed the
door and left me in the red glow of the heaters.

      	My mouth was dry, and my body soaked from sweat.  I hung there,
fire shooting through my arms and shoulders, and now my back, hips and
toes.  I could feel liquid sliding down my wrists, and I realized that
the rope had chafed them enough so that they were bleeding.  I closed
my pasty mouth, the taste of my little sister's shit still so strong
after all these hours.

      	When next she returned, I was almost incoherent.  Pain,
pleasure, it was all one sensation, but my little clitty throbbed with
pleasure.  I came when she started whipping me, screaming my pleasure
as the harsh whip snapped on my open cunny.  She had excellent aim, and
nothing was spared.  She snapped the end of the whip everywhere, paying
special attention to my underarms, whipping them until they bled
freely.  My ribs, tummy, back, the backs of my knees and inner thighs
were all bleeding by the time she started on my nipples and pussy.  I
was even spread far enough for the whip to lash my back hole.  I was
dizzy from the orgasms, my face covered with tears and snot.

      	Lisa smiled at me, then started licking away the tears, smiling
and telling me how good my pain tasted.  Using her tongue, she scooped
up all the mucus from my nose, even sucking it out into her mouth.  I
thought she was going to swallow it.  Silly me.  She grabbed my cheeks,
even though I willing opened my mouth, and spat the whole wad of it
between my lips.

      	Then, she kissed me, a deep kiss that mixed my snot and our
saliva together, a gross slimy fluid that she sucked back into her own
mouth.  Finally she spit it back into mine and I swallowed.

      	"I wish I could keep you like this for days, but I can't," she
said.

      	I didn't know why not.  It wasn't like anyone noticed the things
she'd done to me, and I'd always woken up the next morning completely
healed.  Well, at least of visible marks.  The hurts from whatever she
did always stayed with me for days, keeping me in a constant state of
pain.  And the lust it induced.

      	"Still," she said thoughtfully, "You should be getting pretty
dehydrated, and that's really gonna suck for you.  Maybe a little heat
stroke."

      	Once left there, sweat still streaming down my body, to my
shame, the only thing I was able to do was revel in the taste in my
mouth, and wish that something would touch my clitty so I could cum.

      	Lisa came in one more time, that I remembered anyway.  She got a
table that was just the right height, and put a small oil lamp on it,
then lit the lamp and positioned it between my legs.

      	At first, the waves of heat tickled, but they rapidly built into
agony as the small flame roasted my flesh.  Since I couldn't see it, I
have no idea how much damage it was doing to me, but the pain was
incredible.  So where the orgasms.  At some point, a long time after I
stopped sweating, I passed out.

      	Naturally, the next morning, there wasn't a mark on me.  But any
movement felt like someone was tearing me apart and touching my cunny
was the purest agony.  Didn't matter though.  I was still made to have
many orgasms as my sister played with me.
      
      End chapter 2

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