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This story is fiction. None of the characters in it are real
people. It is a product of my imagination. It contains episodes
of incest, sexual activity with minors, and humiliation of women.
If this offends you do not read it. I do not condone or
participate in the abuse of minors or any human being. This story
is for entertainment purposes only.

If you are under the age of eighteen or if this type of
literature is illegal in your area --- do not read it---leave
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This story is fiction. None of the characters are real people.
The story is strictly from my imagination and is written as adult
entertainment only. I do not participate in or condone abuse of
any other human being (including children). This story is violent
in nature and contains sexual activity with a minor (a small
child) if that offends you, then don't read it.

No one under the age of eighteen should read it. And if it is
illegal in your area then get off this page now. It is my
property and may be reproduced as long as I am acknowledged as
the author.

Sally's Life Style
By JustaPervert

Chapter One
My name is Joe. Since my divorce about a year ago, I have avoided
getting involved with any women other than an occasional date or
a dinner out. I did not want another long-term relationship. That
is, until about three weeks ago, when I met a girl named Sally at
the supermarket. I was just shopping for a few items I really
didn't need. I guess I just wanted to get out of the house for a
while. As I was going down the isle that had the bread and chips,
I saw this lady that (for some reason) captivated me. She looked
to be about thirty-five years of age. She was only five feet
tall, about 130 lbs, red hair, and very fair completion. For her
height, she was what I would call chubby. She was not fat or
gross looking in anyway. In fact, she was well proportioned and
carried her weight in a well-balanced and attractive manner. She
had HUGE tits, a nice gentle curve to her belly, and a rounded
but not overly large butt. I would say her most striking feature,
at least to me, was her fair complexion. I have always thought
pale skin is so feminine. It always looks so soft and smooth to
touch----and---as I will explain later, I like the way it shows
red welts when spanked. One last thing about her. She had a
little (maybe four year old) girl with her that had the same red
hair and same completion---a daughter most likely???

As I approached them, I spoke to the little girl saying, "Hi
there. You look so pretty in that dress. Are you helping mommy
shop"? She smiled and laughed. Then a few minutes later, I ran
into them again about two aisles over. I again spoke to the
little girl saying, "Are you following me"? This brought another
laugh from her but also one from the mother this time. I took the
opportunity to introduce myself to the mom. "Hi I'm Joe. Is this
your daughter? She is a doll". The mom said, " Yes, her name is
Mary." I bent down and stuck out my hand to Mary saying, "Hi
Mary, I'm Joe, glad to meet you". She took my hand and smiled. As
I rose, her mom stuck her hand out to me and said, "I'm Sally". I
said, "Glad to meet you Sally. Your daughter is beautiful. Takes
after her mom". Sally smiled and a big blush came over her face,
neck, and the exposed part of her upper chest (another great
thing about fair complexion). We went our separate ways, but as I
was leaving the checkout area so were they. As we past out the
front of the store (they were just behind me), we walked by a
little lunch wagon area where there were a few tables so people
could sit and eat the hot dog or chips they got from the stand. I
decided to turn and ask the girls, "It's lunch time. Can I buy
you and Mary something for lunch"? I was surprised when Sally
accepted. It turned out perfectly. We sat and talked and ate for
about 30 or 45 minutes. I got to know a little about them. She
was a single mom, never married. I guess the guy got cold feet
when he found out she was pregnant. Anyway, the conversation was
casual and pleasant. I was really surprised when she gave me her
phone number as we were getting up to go. I smiled and said how
much I had enjoyed meeting them both, and then we parted and
walked toward our respective cars.

Two days later, on Friday, I decided to give Sally a call to see
if she might want to go out to diner with me. She said that it
was too late for her to get a baby sitter. I told her I had meant
for both of them to go with me, but she said why didn't I come to
her house for dinner instead. She said she would feel better
about that---rather than going out. I said I felt funny coming to
her house for dinner (since we had just met and didn't know each
other very well) but she told me to relax, it was ok. Then she
said not to dress up---just come casual---since they would be in
their everyday clothes they wear around the house. So it was set.
I was going to have dinner with a beautiful and sexy woman at her
home. 

I arrived at the appointed time (6:30 PM) and Sally greeted me
with a big smile and showed me into the living room. What really
caught my eye was the way she was dressed. She had on a jean
skirt that extended about four inches below her pubic area and a
white lacy tank top. I could see her bra through the top--but
just faintly. However, it was obvious the bra was a half bra (or
shelf type) so her nipples could barely be seen above the top of
the cups. As I sat down on the couch, Mary came running in,
jumped on my lap, gave me a big hug, and said, "Hi Joe". A shock
to see her acting like she had known me all her life. She had on
a little sundress that was beige with little flowers on it. It
buttoned all the way from the neck to the hem (which was really
too short for my comfort). It barely covered her panties, which,
by the way, were white cotton.

Sally had gone into the Kitchen after she had seated me to check
on the meal. Within 5 minutes, she called to me to come in and
talk while she finished up. I took Mary off my lap and walked
into the kitchen. I sat down in a chair at the kitchen table
across from where Sally was working at the stove and counter. I
had a really good view of her backside. Her thighs were full but
not fat or flabby. Her legs were shaped so nice---from her hips
to her ankles. When she lifted her arms to reach for something in
the cabinet, I could see the sides of her tits (which were so
large) they were wider than her back. We started talking as she
went about getting the meal ready. Then Mary came running
in---and doing what all children do---started interrupting our
conversation and trying to get all the attention focused on her.
After about ten minutes of Sally and I trying to talk around all
the interruptions---Sally had had enough. She told Mary she was
going to get a spanking for being bad.

Sally went to the pantry and brought out a wire coat hanger that
had been folded out into two equal length wires. She grabbed Mary
and pulled her over to one of the chairs near me. Sally pulled
Mary over her lap, lifted her dress up to the waist, pulled
Mary's panties--not just down, but completely off. She proceeded
to beat the child's butt and thighs in an extremely vicious
manner. I could not believe how hard she was punishing her
daughter. As I watched I found I was getting sexually aroused at
seeing the four year old completely nude from the waist down and
the bright red marks being made on the very pale skin. Even
though my first impression was---that is no way to punish a
child---I lost this feeling and became totally involved in
watching the action. Sally must have hit her daughter 25 or 30
times--from the small of her back to the back of her knees. She
even turned the angle of the strokes so the last five lashes
landed between the small girl's butt cheeks and across her ass
hole and cunt. Mary was screaming the whole time. I had become
very turned on by the show.

When Sally was through punishing her daughter she stood her up
and removed her sundress. Mary was now completely naked.  I could
not help but look with lustful eyes at Mary's flat chest, pink
nipples, and little bald cunt. Sally took her daughter to the
corner of the kitchen and had her stand facing the wall. The red
welts were so sexy and nice to look at. She told her to stay
there until dinner was ready. Sally then went back to finishing
the preparations and said to me that she was sorry I had to see
Mary acting so badly. I have a fetish about spanking women and
controlling them in a way that they will be punished if they
displease me, however, I had never seen or thought about children
being treated this way. I sat there in a state of excitement and
made small talk till Sally brought the dinner to the table. Mary
was allowed to put her sundress back on (but not her panties) and
join us at the table for dinner. She was now polite and mannerly,
and did not interrupt, while her mother and I talked. She even
entered into the conversation a few times.

After dinner, Sally put Mary to bed and we went into the living
room and sat on the couch to talk. Sally had mixed us both a
drink and it was very pleasant sitting there with her. Sally had
had a drink while fixing dinner, and another during dinner. This
was her third, and if the first two were as strong as the one we
were now drinking, she must have been getting a little tipsy by
now. Sally was at the opposite end of the couch from me, so she
had turned in her seat enough to face me. And I had turned
slightly towards her. This gave me a great view up her short jean
skirt, as her legs were slightly open. However, I could not quite
see her crotch because the lighting in the room was not quite
right. I could see however, that her nipples were more easily
seen through the tank top. I guess all the movement in the
kitchen, and the spanking she had given her daughter, had shifted
her half bra enough that the nipples were not covered by the cups
at all.

Sally must have felt comfortable enough around me to open up a
little (and maybe the booze helped too). She started talking
about herself and about growing up in a strict family. She
mentioned that she got spankings for the slightest thing, and
since her being disciplined had made her a better person as an
adult----she was going to make sure her daughter was brought up
the same way. She mentioned that she thought the reason she had
never married was because she had never found a man who was
strong enough to make her do what she was suppose to do. I had no
idea what she was supposed to do---but I realized right then,
that she was into being punished even as a grown woman. WOW---my
sexual excitement went into high gear, since I loved punishing
women, hearing them cry or scream, and looking at the marks I had
made on their bodies. She mentioned that her ideal man would have
to be able to not only keep her in line, but also her daughter.

Sally got up to get us another drink, As she did, she gave me a
intentional look up her skirt as she spread her legs to get up.
It was obvious that she hesitated long enough in that position to
watch and see if I would look. I did. She smiled at the fact, and
got up. I was now hard as a steel rod. She had no panties on, and
her cunt was as bald as her daughters. When she returned, she sat
down right next to me (in fact right up against me). Sally told
me that she felt so comfortable around me, especially for someone
she had only known a few days. As she said this, she leaned back
against me so her back was on my chest and her head at my
shoulder. Her drink was in her right hand and her left hand fell
(in a natural way) exactly on my crotch. She had to be able to
feel my hard shaft. She lifted her new (full) drink to take a
sip, and because of her being tipsy, and the angle at which she
was sitting, she spilled about half of it down the front of her
white tank top. She jumped up as it hit her and said, "Damn". She
stood up facing me rubbing her tank top and said she need to get
it off and in some water so it would not stain. She pulled it up
and was removing it at the same time she was moving to the
kitchen. When she returned all she had on was her bra and her
jean skirt.

My gosh----she was "ALL" tits---from her neck to just above her
belly button. And her half bra exposed all of her nipples and the
entire top of her tits. It was beautiful. She sat back down and
leaned up against me the same way she was prior to the accident
and asked if I was uncomfortable with the way she was dressed,
since she didn't really want to go upstairs to get another top.
My answer was to reach over her right shoulder and place my right
hand on the top of her right tit. I started to rub it gently and
let my fingers flick lightly on her nipple. I barely heard a mmmm
come from her throat. We were now sitting in silence just
enjoying each other. As her nipple got hard and stood up nice and
proud, I pinched it with my index finger and thumb. This got a
louder moan from her lips. So I pinched harder. Now she was very
verbal (and moaning at a normal tone of voice) and she gasp as
she took a breath. Going one step further, I pinched it as hard
as I could. It had to hurt like hell. She loudly, (not quite a
yell) said "YES!!!!". 

With the way things were going---I decided to go for it. I stood
her up facing me in front of the couch, reached down between her
tits and unhooked the clasp on her bra, and removed it
completely. I grabbed both her tits in my hands so that my
fingers were wrapped around as much tit flesh as possible and
squeezed as hard as I could, digging my fingers deep into her
tits. Sally took in a big deep breath and said, " yes, please,
make it really hurt". 

I put my arms around her and placed my hands on the top of her
hips. I could feel the zipper of her jean skirt so I unzipped it
and let if fall to the floor. She was now totally naked with her
red hair falling across her shoulders. Her eyes were only half
open and she seemed ready to do anything I wanted her to do. So I
tested the water---"turn around very slowly and let me see that
beautiful body of yours", I said to her with a stern voice. She
obeyed. I admired her slightly rounded tummy, her beautiful
thighs, her completely bald cunt, her perfectly shaped round ass
and the best part---her HUGE tits that bounced so wonderfully.
"Now I want you to undo my pants and get my dick out", I said to
her. She dropped to her knees and undid my belt, the top button,
and unzipped my pants. As she was pulling down my pants (and my
shorts), I reached down and grabbed the buckle of my belt so it
came out of the loops as my pants went down. I told her---"since
that thing is sticking right in your face---do something with
it". She took her hand and gently wrapped her fingers around my
dick and guided it to her lips.

Sally was sucking me like it was her first time. It was not very
good. I took the belt that was still in my hand and jokingly hit
her gently on the bare back and said, " you better do a lot
better than that if you know what's good for you". She made a
halfhearted attempt to get a little more in her mouth. I raised
the belt and brought it down with about half my strength on her
back again. She gasps a barely understandable "YES" around my
dick and then went to work on my dick like she was a professional
cocksucker. Damn this girl----she was holding off on purpose so I
would beat her. I thought to myself----this could be a match made
in heaven. As she continued to suck me off, I started beating her
across her back and ass with the belt. I would say about half as
hard as I could have. She responded by reaching down to rub her
own cunt. I was admiring the red welts on her white skin and knew
I was about to explode in her mouth. I told her to swallow my
whole dick. She mumbled something that sounded like "I can't". "I
don't give a shit girl" I said and brought the belt down as hard
as I could on her ass---as she screamed--I grabbed the sides of
her head, pulled her towards me--at the same time I shoved as
hard as I could. My dick went all the way in till her nose was
smashed flat against my stomach---and I shot stream after stream
of my cum down into her stomach. I didn't realize that while I
was in a lost world of pleasure, that she couldn't breath. I
finally came to my senses, and pulled out of her throat and
mouth----she gasp, coughed, and choked for air. I said, "Are you
OK?". She said she was fine---just scared a little---but the fear
had made it so exciting that she had her own orgasm. She stood up
and hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply.

I told her I should be going. It was late. She asked if I would
call her or see her again. I told her I planned to see an awful
lot of her from now on. She looked like someone had just
fulfilled her greatest dream.

Chapter Two
As I mentioned at the beginning of this story, I met Sally only
about three weeks ago. But since that first night at her house
for dinner, things have moved very fast between us. We are
together everyday. I spend time with her and her daughter. We go
places and have fun. People must think we are a happily married
couple. And we are happy (just not a married couple). Sally and I
are both very easy going and treat everyone we deal with in life,
or work, with kindness and respect. We laugh and joke a lot. I
doubt if anyone, even a trained professional, could tell that we
have another side to our lives. 

Within only about one week Sally had gotten me to start punishing
her daughter in the same (sexually related) way she had done that
first night at dinner. However, Sally thought that since I seemed
to have more experience in ways to punish women, that I should
punish Mary in a much more painful and sexual way than she had
done. In fact, Sally wanted to help me punish Mary so we could
both get our own sexual satisfaction out of Mary's punishment. I
have a lot of straps, belts, canes. coat hangers, and other
devices I use to punish both Sally and her daughter. Special ones
for special purposes. I guess my favorite little punishment
device is a hand held cattle prod that Vets use. It's not like a
stun gun that disables a person. It only puts out about 8,000
volts instead of 150,000 like a stun gun. But when used on a
woman or child, in some special places, -----well lets say that
it really gets their attention. Sally really likes to hold Mary
down while I punish her. Sally has even said she wants to start
tying Mary up in various positions and finding new ways to
torture her---(did I say torture? Sally's words not mine). I have
already started tying Sally up in order to give her more pain.
And she is like a dope addict, she can't get enough pain. She
wants to share the pain with her daughter.

About two weeks after we started our relationship, I started
making Sally remain completely nude when just the three of us are
in the house. I wanted her daughter to get used to nudity and
seeing her mom naked. I also make sure that I fondle or slap or
pinch Sally in front of her daughter---so Mary will get used to
seeing a man treat a woman like that. I am now ready to start
making Mary be naked all the time too. Even though I do all these
things in front of a four year old girl, I always make sure she
also sees all the love, hugs, kisses, and joy we share. 

The other night I wanted to see how Mary would react to seeing
her mother's cunt penetrated by a big dildo. So I had her come
and watch as I prepared to fuck Sally's cunt with a huge piece of
rubber. I had Mary get her face down real close to Sally's cunt
and watch me rub her slit and her clit till she was lubricated
enough to take something that large. While I was doing this, Mary
noticed the juices starting to flow on her mother's cunt and she
ask what it was---so I told her that when women get excited, they
make a slick juice. I told her to feel it. It was so much fun
watching a four year old girl play with her mother's cunt that I
let her do it for several minutes. She loved it and so did her
mom. I had Mary hold one of my alligator clips (with extremely
sharp teeth) and showed her how it opened and closed. When she
had the hang of how it worked, I carefully pulled back Sally's
clitoral hood exposing her love button. I told Mary to open the
clip, hold it over her mother's clit and let it close on the
little button. She managed to get it just right the first time.
When she let it close---she just turned loose, so it ended up
snapping closed pretty hard. You should have heard Sally scream.
Surprisingly, It didn't scare Mary when her mother screamed; she,
in fact, thought it was funny and giggled. I decided that instead
of just watching me shove a giant dick up her mom's cunt, I would
have her do it. She didn't really understand or know how to do it
so, I held it in the right position, and told her to shove it as
hard as she could because it would not go in easily. She worked
at it a few minutes and it didn't go in very far so I helped her
push it in till we got about nine inches of the big round dildo
up Sally's cunt. It was Mary's bedtime---so I put her to bed
before returning to work Sally over a little more. As I told Mary
good night, I rubbed her cunt with my fingers and told her we
would soon start making her cunt slippery like her mothers had
gotten.

Just last night, Sally was in the mood for some particularly
harsh punishment. She wanted me to inflict as much pain as I
possibly could on her tits. I decided to tie her arms behind her
back with the elbows touching. With the weight of those big tits
hanging in front of her---this put a lot of strain on her
shoulder sockets. I could see she was very uncomfortable---but
that was, after all, the whole point. I tied her wrist together
too. There is a large hanging plant in one corner of the living
room and the hook in the ceiling holds a lot of weight. I decided
to tie her arms to a rope going through that hook. I took down
the plant and hooked a rope through the ceiling hook and then to
Sally's wrists. I pulled her wrists higher and higher. She had to
bend forward as her arms came up. As I pulled, I watched to see
when her shoulders started to stretch. I pulled till she said,
"No   please stop". I then pulled her wrists up another four or
five inches. Sally was now in a lot of discomfort and standing on
her tiptoes to try and relieve the pain in her shoulders.

I let her hang there realizing how much she was hurting while I
went into the kitchen pantry and got a dust mop with a handle
about three feet long. I stood in front of Sally and bent down so
she could see me unscrew the handle and drop the mop part on the
floor. I then hit the handle against my palm like a club. She
knew what was coming. Her tits were hanging straight down and
looked like two basketballs hanging in mid air. I stepped to the
side of her, drew back the handle and swung hard, hitting the top
of her left tit with it. Sally's scream was probably heard across
town. I walked to the dirty clothes hamper in the laundry room
and got a pair of her soiled panties out. Then I went back to
where she was tied---and as roughly as possible, shoved the dirty
panties into her mouth. I hit her tits with the handle until they
were black and blue (about 15 minutes straight) and then walked
around her listening to her muffled cries. I noticed her cunt was
flowing juice out and down her thighs. I walked back to her head,
grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled up hard. "Did you cum
slut?" I ask. She tried to nod yes as best as she could with me
holding her head back so much. "Well I think your cunt needs to
be punished for getting pleasure while I am hurting you." I said.
I then walked around behind her and kicked her ankles as far
apart as they would go. This just about dislocated her shoulders
and even gagged, her scream was rather loud. Her cunt and ass
hole were right in front of me---just waiting for me to give them
the same treatment her tits had gotten. I started beating her
cunt with the handle and got quite a few really good hard hits on
her lips and her clit. But I was also hitting her pubic bone in
the process, so since I did not want to do any permanent damage,
I stopped and untied her and let her collapse on the floor. I sat
down on the couch and Sally crawled over to me and thanked me for
the hurting her so badly. I looked down at her tits that were no
longer nice and pale, but an ugly purplish black. It was
beautiful.

I hope you enjoyed the first two chapters. This is the first time
I have tried to do a story well enough to post on the Alt-Sex
Stories site. If you think it is good enough for me to continue
posting more chapters or other stories, please e-mail your
comments to me at <a
href="mailto:okindian123@aol.com">okindian123@aol.com</a> .
Thanks for reading my story.   

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This story is fiction. The people in it are not real. This story
comes completely from my imagination. I do not participate in or
condone the abuse of any human being (adult or child). This story
is violent in nature and involves sexual abuse of both adults and
children. If that offends you, do not read it. If it is illegal
in your area then leave this page now.

This story is my property and may be reproduced as long as I am
shown as the author.

This is a continuation of the "Sally's Life Style" story already
posted on ASSM. I suggest if you have not read the first story,
you should read it--in order to get more understanding of the
series. 

Sally's Life Style (part two)

Chapter 3
Sally has really tested my ability to satisfy her craving for
pain. I have never met a woman who was so addicted to it. The
beating I had given her huge tits took about eight days to heal
enough for more punishment, so I decided this was a perfect time
to concentrate more on her daughter Mary. I mentioned earlier
that I was ready to start having Mary completely nude when we
were the only three in the house. I had also mentioned that I was
going to start more sexual contact with the four year old.

Sally's tits were so painful after the beating---that even
regular movement caused her discomfort. Sally was glad we started
concentrating on her daughter while her tits healed some. Mary
did not object to being naked since her mother was that way too.
She seemed to enjoy the attention she got from both her mother
and me.

I set down some rules for the little girl to start following.
Whenever she had to pee, she had to come and get my permission.
Which I might, or might not, give. I would make her wait till she
was begging me, which resulted in the four year old having
several accidents---which her mom and I took great pleasure in
punishing her for. I would make her lick her piss off the floor
after each accident or I would beat her flat tits with my belt or
the coat hanger. Her cleaning her own piss off the floor was not
her punishment for the accident. She still had to take whatever
punishment her mom or I decided to give her. I also made sure I
caressed her little cunt, ass, and flat little tits as often as
possible. It was great to have Sally and Mary both naked all the
time. Another rule I set for Mary was---as soon as she woke up in
the morning, she had to come immediately to me and lick my dick
until I told her to stop. I hadn't taught her to suck cock yet.
She had to lick my dick every time I took a piss. Sally even
started making her daughter lick her cunt clean every time she
pissed too.

As I mentioned before, Sally had wanted to find some new and
interesting ways to punish her daughter. So we started tying her
up in painful ways and making her stay in the restrictive bondage
for long periods of time. Some of the positions left her little
cunt completely exposed---and I took every opportunity to hurt
that little cunt by pinching, slapping, or even attaching
alligator clips to her cunt lips. Since she has the same fair
completion as her mom, the bindings would leave beautiful bruises
and red marks on her little body. I get almost as much pleasure
out of the marks left on a woman's body as I do making the marks.
Watching the black and blue tits on Sally heal while we worked
mostly on her daughter---kept me in almost constant arousal.

I don't want to give the impression that Sally's daughter was in
some painful situation all the time. I spent (and so did her mom)
a lot of time reading stories to her, having her sit on my lap,
hugging her, and telling her how much we loved her. We were still
going out to the zoo, amusement park and doing things that little
girls like to do. I think the best way to describe the situation
was a "VERY" strict but loving environment. Yes---It was not what
anyone would call a normal parent child relationship but it was
an environment we all lived in comfortably. Mary was very happy
when she and I would hurt her mom in some inventive ways. She
would giggle and laugh as she helped me work on her mom.

Sally's tits had reached a point where they were barely
discolored and only hurt when I was intentionally trying to hurt
them. So Mary and I were starting to work on her mom quite a
lot---which meant less punishment for the four year old (it was
about equal time for each).

Since Sally had gotten to where she really enjoyed making her
daughter lick our piss---I decided that what was good for the
goose--was good for the gander---and started pissing in a glass
and making Sally drink it. I would wait till I had a large tea
glass full and then make her consume the whole thing. She tried
to get sick at first, but after some rather sever punishment, she
decided it wasn't so bad after all. I would even mix some of my
sperm in the solution at times.

Sally and her daughter had (over all the time we spent together)
fallen deeply in love with me. I found this out--when after an
argument--I said I was leaving and not coming back. Both of the
girls started crying, and begging me not to go, telling me how
much they loved me, how they would do anything (anything at all)
to get me to stay. I told them they would do anything I said
anyway --- but as I was saying it --- some new thoughts came to
me (some new possibilities). I didn't really intend to leave
anyway, it was just the argument, but now I knew that they really
loved me--and would do anything to keep me in their lives. I will
have to tell you later some of the new things we did.

Mary's cunt had never been penetrated in anyway that would break
her hymen. Sally had (on occasion) wanted to start shoving a
dildo up her daughter's vagina, but I would not let that happen.
Sally then wanted to work on Mary's ass hole, but again, I would
not let that happen. The pain inflicted on her ass hole and cunt
was limited to clips, beatings, and of course with my
favorite---the electric cattle prod for the really bad torture.
Her little body would shake, and twist into knots---it was so
wonderful to watch what the electric shock would do to a four
year old. Sally liked to watch that more than I did---because she
knew from personal experience how it felt. I did let Sally have
her way about one thing we would do to her daughter. She wanted
to inject something into her daughter's tits so they would get
bigger. I knew a doctor who was into some pretty kinky stuff. I
had been at a party a year or so ago and had taped him doing some
VERY perverted stuff. So----it goes without saying ---- that when
I ask him to give me some hormone injections to make the four
year old's tits grow larger, he had no choice but to agree. By
Mary's 5th birthday, her tits were almost as big as large lemons.
She was going to have tits the size of basketballs, just like her
mom. The hormone was much better than just using saline, since
saline would eventually be absorbed into the blood and her tits
would go down. The hormones made them grow naturally and stay
that way. It was great to beat her tits since they were becoming
such good targets. Her nipples were growing also and were about
the size of a quarter. I don't know if the hormone also made them
more sensitive---but they certainly were VERY sensitive now. I
could make her scream bloody murder with hardly any effort. Oh
yes---you might be interested in the way I injected the hormone.
In order to get the hormone at the very center of her tits (where
the glands were) I had to put the needle straight into the center
of the nipple and push it to the center of her tits. Since all
the nerves in the tits come together in the nipple --- it was
very painful. I injected the hormones at 8:00AM and at
8:00PM---and would have loved to do it more often if I could have
just to watch her scream but I had to do it correctly---and not
over do it.

Chapter 4
Sally dropped a bombshell on me one day when she told me she had
an identical twin sister. Oh, I knew she had a sister---she had
told me that before. Married and lived in some city (I wasn't all
that interested in the conversation when she had told me so I
didn't pay attention). Well it seems her sister was divorcing her
husband and wanted to come and live with us for a while. OH
GREAT---just what I wanted--someone to interfere with the life
style we had. Now it would be clothes for the girls, and no
torture---because the cries and screams could not be concealed. I
told Sally that if her sister came to our city---she would have
to live someplace else so we could not interrupt our way of life.
Sally told me that both her and her sister were raised the same
way, since they were identical twins----they even thought the
same way, and the reason her sister was divorcing her wimp
husband was because he was not into punishment of any
kind------HEY---Think about this a minute if you read the first
two chapter of this story---you would know that I was going to
have two five foot tall redheads, both 130 lbs., both with tits
the size of basketballs, great ass, great legs, and both with
very fair complexion living in my house. And there was a good
possibility that I would be able to do anything I wanted--to both
of them. It started to sound pretty good.

About a week before her sister was to arrive, Sally made sure the
extra bedroom was ready and bought extra groceries---all the
usual stuff people do when expecting a guest. She was talking my
ear off about her sister. She wanted everything to be perfect. I
told her she could buy herself and Mary some new clothes to wear
for her sister's arrival. But Sally said she wanted both her and
Mary to be nude when her sister arrived. Because she wanted it to
be very clear to her sister just how we lived. I knew I wanted it
that way, but I didn't think I would be that lucky---I thought I
would have to let her sister know what was going on sort of
gradually. Sally said she not only wanted the two of them to
remain nude, but she also wanted me to give her a good beating
before her sister arrived---so her sister would be able to see
the welts and bruises. This seemed to be turning out a lot better
than I had expected.

Her sister was to arrive around noon on Thursday, so Thursday
morning I had both Sally and Mary tied to kitchen chairs and
proceeded to whip, clamp, shock, and abuse their bodies in a way
that would leave some nasty marks---not just a few---I wanted
their bodies covered from head to toe---front and back. Isn't
that what Sally had said she wanted her sister to see???  After I
had both of them screaming for mercy, and the entire front of
their bodies not only covered with red welts but also some black
and blue bruises, I untied them and tied them face down, bent
over the kitchen table (one on each end). I proceeded to do the
same thing to their backs, asses, and legs. I made sure there was
enough black and blue bruises so there would be no doubt in her
sisters mind how sever the punishment was in this house. Her
sister would take one look--and cut and run---or know what she
was getting into if she didn't run. That wooden club I made from
a dust mop handle--really leaves nice bruises.

When her sister finally knocked on the door, I had Sally and Mary
both go answer the door completely nude. I wanted her sister to
see immediately what was up--so she could not even enter the
house if she didn't like what she saw. I was sitting on the couch
and could see the door clearly over my left shoulder. I was
surprised when they greeted each other with a "HI" and a great
big hug. Then her sister bent down and lifted Mary up into her
arms and gave here a great big hug and kiss. Mary said, "Hi aunt
Sara!". It was as if Sally's sister was totally blind and did not
see that they were both nude---and bruised from head to toe.
Sally showed her in--and as they enter the living room I stood up
to be introduced to Sara. Sara didn't even wait for Sally to do
the introductions. She came over to me and said, "you must be
Joe." Then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

I have to say---I have seen a lot in my time--and been around the
block a few times But the complete lack of noticing anything
abnormal by Sara through me for a loop. Sally told Sara to sit
down and talk to me while she went to get us all a drink---then
took Mary and walked into the kitchen. Sara sat down on the couch
and told me she had heard so much about me from her sister. She
said she heard what a loving and kind man I was---how I went out
of my way to make sure her sister and niece were well cared for.
That Sally told her I would do anything to please them---then she
added---and make them behave.

As Sally came back in from the kitchen with a pitcher of iced tea
and some glasses, I was too busy checking out this new woman to
even notice Sally and Mary were back. Sara was EXACTLY like her
twin sister. I could not tell I was not looking at Sally. She had
on a pair of tight jeans that showed her legs and ass clearly. It
also showed me that she had the same rounded belly. The blouse
she had on was similar to a man's sport shirt----it was long
sleeved and buttoned down the front with a small breast pocket.
It was covering two tits that were (like Sally's) the size of
basketballs.  Her hair even fell over the shoulders just like
Sally's. Same fair complexion. DAMN ---- There was absolutely no
way to tell them apart. As Sally set the iced tea on the coffee
table and started to fill the glasses, Sara said she needed to
run to the little girl's room. Sally told her how to go upstairs
and the door next to the extra bedroom was the hall bathroom.

While she was gone Mary jumped in my lap and Sally sat down in
the chair across from me. I instinctively put my hand on Mary's
tiny pussy and started to rub my fingers up and down her little
slit. Sally said, "Isn't she wonderful? I am so happy to have her
here. I know you two will get along just fine". I was still
trying to sort out all the things in my head---Sara's reaction
(or lack of it) to the nude, bruised bodies of my two girls. What
Sara had said about hearing so much about me--- it was almost too
much for me to totally comprehend. Just as I was feeling like my
mind had quit functioning properly----Sara came back down the
stairs to join us. Now---I about had a nervous breakdown---She
had removed all her clothes and was naked as the day she was
born. I guess she wanted to fit in---and since her sister and
niece were both naked  maybe she thought she should be too????
She sat down on the other end of the couch. I didn't realize that
I was still fingering Mary's tiny slit while I was blatantly
staring at Sara. The only obvious way for me to tell I was
staring at Sara and not Sally---was that Sara had a thin straight
line of pubic hair---maybe as wide as a pencil---running from the
top of her cunt up her lower stomach maybe two inches. It was
neatly trimmed. I thought to myself it was like an arrow pointing
the way to paradise. The rest of her pubic area and all of her
cunt was as bald as Sally and Mary's.

The first week that Sara was with us was an adjustment period for
all of us, Yes Sara was always naked in the house just like her
sister and niece---but I was still unsure how to proceed with the
action--so about all I did was slap, pinch, or spank Mary and
Sally and---Sara was pretty much just an observer. One night in
bed, Sally told me Sara wanted me to start touching her and
hurting her in much the same way I did Sally and Mary. She said
her sister was just a little different in that she liked to be
beaten in a different way sometimes; I ask what she meant by
that. She said Sara wanted (and needed) to be hit like a man
would hit another man (with a fist). I questioned her as to what
she was trying to tell me. She said Sara like to be hit in the
face and stomach and even kicked. She said Sara was really
unhappy and could never find a man who was rough enough for her.
I just lay there quietly and tried to understand what I was
supposed to do, and wondered if I could actually do it. The next
morning in the kitchen, we were all three cleaning up after
breakfast. Sara dropped a plate on the floor and it broke. I got
up acting really mad---went over and spun Sara around and yelled,
"You stupid Bitch!!!" and I hit her as hard as I could across the
face with my open hand. I then hit her as hard as I could in the
stomach with my fist. She double over and fell to her knees
trying to catch her breathe. I glanced over at Sally and saw she
had a big smile on her face that told me this was exactly what
Sara wanted and needed. As I looked down--- Sara started to cry
and say how sorry she was---would I please let her suck me off to
make up for breaking the dish. I reached down and slapped her
hard again across the face and told her I didn't think she could
do a good enough job to please me. She started begging me to
please give her a chance --- she would try so hard to do it right
and not disappoint me. 

I decided to let her suck me off---but I wanted her to think I
was only doing it out of pity. So I grabbed a hand full of her
hair and yanked her head back---stared right in her eyes and told
her she had better not disappoint me. She immediately pulled my
dick out and went at it like a professional. DAMN she was better
than Sally at it. I waited till I was ready to explode ---
grabbed her hair again and forced my cock completely down her
throat. After I had emptied my load into her stomach I pushed her
away from me (she sprawled out on the floor). I raised my foot
and kicked her hard in the ribs---smashing part of her left tit
in the process and yelled at her, "Bitch you better get better
than that". I then left and went to sit on the couch in the
living room. Sally followed me --- leaving her sister on the
floor crying---she came over and hugged me really hard and said,
"thank you---that was exactly what Sara likes". I was not too
sure whether "I" liked it or not. I had never treated a woman
that way---even when I beat Mary or Sally it was always known
that there was love involved by everyone I wasn't sure about this
since it seemed to be just violence. I would have to come to
grips with some new games.


Thank you for reading my second attempt at writing erotic
stories. I don't know if this will be the last one on "Sally's
Life Style" or not. I have others I am working on also. If you
liked the story --- please e-mail me your comments. But if you
have suggestions that help me become a better writer please
e-mail me about that too. My e-mail: okindian123@aol.com

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This Story is fiction. None of the characters are real people.
This story comes strictly from my imagination. I do not
participate in nor do I condone the abuse of any human being
(adult or child). It contains violence to both children and
adults. If that offends you then don't read it. If it is illegal
in your area then leave this page now.

This story is my property and may be reproduced if I am shown as
the author.

If you have not read Sally's Life Style, and Sally's Life Style
(part two) I recommend that you do so before reading this story.
This is Part Three of that series. They are posted on ASSM.

Sally's Life Style (part three) 
By JustaPervert
Codes: BDSM, Pedo, M/F, M/f, violence

Chapter 5
Sally's Twin sister Sara had come to live with us just after
Mary's fifth birthday. And I was having more than just a little
emotional trouble with how Sara wanted me to treat her. As I
mentioned in the previous chapters, Sara like to be abused (just
like Sally and Mary) but she had wanted more. For a few days
after the episode in the kitchen (after breakfast)---You remember
where I hit her with my fist---I felt really uncomfortable with
the idea of beating a woman with my fist, kicking her with my
boot, etc. ---- I know what you must be thinking---that--how
could I beat a five year old girl and her mother with canes,
whips, belts, and even a wooden club (not to mention the cattle
prod for electrical shock) and feel bad about beating the s***
out of a woman like I would in a fight with a man??? I don't know
either---except that I am into BDSM and have been for some
time---but that does not mean I am into physically hurting a
woman like she was an enemy of mine.

I had talked to Sally about her sister's preferences, and how I
had mixed emotions about it. I liked seeing her eye swollen shut
and blackened. But I sure didn't enjoy making it that way. I
guess it was not sexual---you know---like whipping a cunt or
sticking needles in a tit. It was fun though--to walk by Sara and
poke her in the ribs on the big bruise where I had kicked her,
she would really howl.

I decided I would have to find out whether I could satisfy Sara
or not. I set out a plan to tie her to the same hook in the
living room that I had used on Sally (that day I beat her tits so
badly). Only I would tie Sara standing up with her hands above
her head and pull her up till she was just on her tip-toes. I
would then be able to kick her and use my fist on her entire body
(kind of like a punching bag). 

Saturday morning (early) before Sally and Mary were up, I went
into the extra bedroom where Sara was sleeping---I grabbed her by
the hair and dragged her out of bed. She was shocked since she
had been sleeping so soundly, and was now being almost attacked.
I slapped her twice in the face as hard as I could and yelled at
her, "You dumb cunt why aren't you up fixing my breakfast??" When
she tried to respond---Just hit her again, this time in the
stomach with my fist. As she fell to the floor I yelled at her,
"I guess I will just have to teach you a lesson." I reached down
and grabbed her hair again, and physically dragged her (by her
hair) down the stairs, watching how she bumped over each step. I
tied her to the hook in the ceiling in the corner of the room (as
I described above). She was now ready for me to beat the s*** out
of her. My first punch hit her in the low abdomen just above her
pussy. She gasp for breath and I heard her say something through
her sobs. I ask her what she said---she begged me not to hit her
in the stomach because her bladder was full since I had not let
her have a chance to go to the bath room when I yanked her out of
bed. Imagine this---a woman is about to get the beating of her
life, and she doesn't say---don't beat me---she just complains
because I didn't let her go to the bathroom first---man this was
some sick lady.

I didn't take her down; instead I just started kicking her knees,
thighs, belly, and ass (since the blows and kicks had her
swinging and spinning from the force). I alternated kicks and
punches. It was like I do at the gym when I practice kickboxing.
Sara's full bladder---was now empty (on the floor). I made sure
that those HUGE tits got more than their share of attention. I
practiced getting a direct blow to the center of her tits (right
on the nipple so that the whole tit was smashed flat against her
ribs). I could feel my fist hit the bones under her tits and feel
the tissue splatter under the blows (smashing them flat against
her ribs---and would watch as they rebounded back to regular
shape). After about five minutes Sally and Mary had heard her
screams and had come down to investigate (standing on the stairs
watching the show). I would guess I must have beat her for about
twenty minutes, because I was feeling like I do after a twenty
minute work out at the gym. The last minute or so Sara was out
cold.

I untied her and she collapsed on the floor. I just left her
there and went over to Sally and Mary on the stairs and gave them
a big hug and said good morning to them. We went into the kitchen
and started breakfast. Sally said that she was pretty sure that
(after what she had just seen) Sara would say she had indeed
finally found someone who could satisfy her desire to be beaten.
I didn't saying anything in response---I didn't know how to say
what I was thinking. We had been in the kitchen about 10
minutes---when Sara came crawling into the room---one eye swollen
shut, bleeding from a bruise on her knee and also from one on her
lip. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. I didn't let
any of the girls know---but---It made me almost throw up. Sara
drug herself over to where I was sitting at the table and put her
head in my lap (still crying and sobbing big tears). She looked
at me with her one open eye and said, "Thank you, Joe. I now know
who is my boss and controls the rest of my life". I didn't
respond to this either---I was seriously thinking I needed to be
admitted to a mental hospital for what I had done to her.

The entire rest of the day I was like a zombie. I could not do
anything to get the thoughts of what I had done to Sara out of my
mind. By bedtime, I had decided I needed to set the girls (all
three of them) down and have a VERY serious talk about what we
were going to do with the rest of our lives. I decided that I did
not want any of us to go to bed until I got this thing settled.
So I took them all three into the living room and had them sit
side by side on the couch while I stood in front of them and
paced back and forth. I looked at Sara and again it made me sick.
I decided to let it all out.

This is what I told them, "You all know how much I love Sally and
Mary. And I have really gotten to like Sara being here with us. I
could and may get to love Sara as much as I do the two of you
(motioning toward Sally and Mary). But as much as we all love the
life style we have chosen, I can't just hurt a woman for the sake
of hurting her. The games we have played are always associated
with our sexual desires in some way. What you want (pointing at
Sara) is just violence. At least it is to me. I will not be doing
anymore of it. If we are to all live together, and be happy--then
we have to reach an agreement that we all can be happy with---not
just some of us happy with it. Sara, if you absolutely have to
beaten the way I beat you this morning---then as much as I hate
it---you will have to leave this house. If you "can" find
fulfillment in just being abused as you have seen me do to Mary
and Sally---then I think we could all be very happy.
If all three of you can't agree to these terms---then I will be
the one to leave. I will not be party to doing damage to one of
you that could put you in the hospital of even worse. SO---You
have till morning to think all this over and let me know what you
think. Now let's all go to bed. Mary I want you to sleep with
your mom and me tonight. I need to love on your little naked body
to help me calm down".

Chapter 6
The next morning I was up first (as usual) I went down and got
breakfast completely ready---then I went up and got all the girls
up and told them to come on down to the kitchen. When they walked
into the kitchen I told them there would be no talking "AT ALL"
except maybe by me. So we all sat in silence and enjoyed the
meal. When the dishes were all cleaned up I told them to go in
the living room and all three sit on the couch just like last
night. They did. I went in and this time instead of standing in
front of them---I went over and sat in the chair across from
them. I had to admire the three naked women (well actually, two
women and a five year old) I thought to myself how deeply I cared
for them all. "OK". I said. "Let have it----What have you
decided? One at a time please".

Sara was the first to speak. She said, "I did some real soul
searching last night and decided that I need to get some mental
counseling from a therapist. I need to realize that my desires
are abnormal and bizarre. I would like to stay with you three
because you all seem to care for me more than anyone ever has
before. I feel like you all love me--I have always loved my
sister and niece, but I am falling in love with you too, Joe. You
are the most caring and kind man I have ever met---when you
aren't doing the games, that is (she giggled). I enjoy the
spankings and electrical shock and that sort of stuff, I just
need to overcome all my bizarre hang-ups. Will you all help me
through this?"

Sally jumped in immediately, "We do love you Sara. And I want you
to stay with us forever. I will be more than happy to help you in
anyway I can". Mary said, "Oh please aunt Sara don't go---I don't
want you to go".

I ask if everyone was sure of this decision for Sara to stay and
for all us to help her anyway we could. All three of them---at
the same time---"YES!". "Then it is settled", " Sara, you will
obey me in everything I say just like your sister does Is that
clear? And we will support you all we can and help you work out
your problems---OK??? Now Mary, come over here so I can check out
how much your tits are growing, and I suppose it is time for us
to inject them with more of your medicine", I said.

That evening, while we were sitting watching TV, I told Sally and
Sara that I wanted them to make the most passionate love they
possibly could on the floor in front of Mary and me. I told Mary
to sit on my lap and watch very closely---because I wanted her to
learn how to fuck another girl. I told her she would be able to
do the things she is seeing---with some of her friends someday.
Sara and Sally immediately went to the floor and started
kissing---but the way they were starting off, I could tell that
they were both unsure of what they were doing---I knew as things
progressed they would get excited and really get into it. I let
my hand find Mary's little cunt and my other hand found her nice
growing tits. My-my---her tits were now the size of an orange
(each). I've seen grown women that didn't have tits the size of
this five year old's. The hormones were doing a great job. As I
rubbed her cunt, I found that for the first time, she was
starting to produce lubrication. Although she had always said it
felt good when I played with her clit and slit---the only
moisture was nothing more than normal dampness. I was glad she
was starting to lubricate. It would be time for her to lose her
hymen soon. 

The four us ended up staying together until Mary was sixteen and
getting her drivers license. We were all very happy and Sara had
gotten completely over her desire to be beaten to death (not
really to death---you know what I mean). I had deflowered Mary on
her sixth birthday and Sally and Sara made love to each other
more than they did to me---except I kept their mouths busy three
or four times a day. I ended up getting more sex from Mary, than
her mom and aunt. I kept all three covered in red welts and
bruises. We had started using more needles, cigarettes, and other
ways to inflict pain on the girls, and all were happy as could
be. THEN MY LIFE CAME TO A STOP---Sally and Sara were both out
shopping with Mary----Mary (a new driver) was driving. She
couldn't stop in time as a light changed to red---all three were
killed by a semi truck going the other way.

THE END

I hope you all enjoyed the final chapters of this story. I really
appreciate all the comments I have gotten from all of you. It has
really inspired me to keep trying. Thank you all so much. I am
working on a couple of other stories I hope to post soon---If I
can get them done.
Please send any comments you might have to <a
href="mailto:okindian123@aol.com">okindian123@aol.com</a> 

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