Sister's Pimp

            Sister's Pimp - Chapter 25

       Despite all the turmoil associated with absorbing the new families and implementing some advanced ideas put forward by Martine Calvert, there still remained two major issues for yours truly. One had to do with my sister's cute ass, which remained virginal, and the other Pat Carmody's gorgeous daughter, Carly. I'd been derelict in my duties toward both and it had started bothering me to no end. These days the only ass I was getting came from my dear old mom, when she got a chance. She had a clients list that was the envy of all the other women including Karen Bross, who was happily turning tricks as a professional prostitute, exclusively catering these days to the deviant types.

       Things had gotten so busy that I asked my mother for help in caring for Carly Carmody. She in turn tried to palm off the youthful sex-bomb to-be to my sister. Megan would have none of that, being busier that a one-armed paperhanger with the hives. There was a good side to that situation, Megan probably had forgotten about my promise to nail her asshole sooner than later. Sooner had gone off the calendar and later looked to be some time next year. While I was congratulating myself for getting away with a broken promise, Megan arranged a meeting between Carly and Martine. You talk about a match made in heaven. Two days after their first meeting Martine approached Pat Carmody, who at the time was having her sexuality challenged by the Connors males.

       Pat had been rotated into the Connors family, all six of them. By the end of the first day there had been a coup d'etat led by Ian, the alpha male, but firmly supported by the other five. Pat Carmody, the strong-willed mother of three, was sentenced to two weeks of very hard labor and immediately placed in restraints. Somehow Martine had talked her way into the room where Ms. Carmody was having her attitude adjusted rather significantly. The attractive, well-built, forty year-old, with tits that seemed to be able to sustain any amount of the most severe handling, and a cunt that defied the thickest cocks, was discovering that there were breaches in her armor and some were in the process of being exposed by the Connors brood.

       This was her second rotation and the first had been a piece of cake. She had ruled the roost for two solid weeks and made slaves out of the teenagers she supervised. Their mother was bisexual and started using every child once he or she reached the age of thirteen. Pat Carmody wasted no time turning the boys into her adoring slaves by the simple matter of allowing them to fuck her at least twice a day during the week and much more often on the weekends. For her amusement she also arranged for the boys to sleep with their sisters when they weren't bedding down with her. Each morning the girls had to stand inspection and woe to whoever did not have a load or two of congealing sperm deep inside her tight young pussy.

       All it took was one time and that was the end of any rebellion on the part of the girls. Poor Barbara, the youngest child, was made an example that night before supper. She had to strip naked and bend over so she could grab her ankles. Ms. Carmody gave the girl twenty with the strap and when she was done Barbara's bottom was crimson and swollen. That night the girl had to join Pat in her bed, while the boys kept Joyce busy nearly half the night. Needless to say she passed the morning's inspection with flying colors and flowing cum, lots of flowing cum.

       Here the shoe was on the other foot so to speak. Before she knew what had hit her, Pat Carmody was stripped to the skin, handcuffed and dragged into the bathroom for some water sports. She took a cold shower, followed by one that made her feel parboiled. She was still struggling and yelling at them just before they plunged her head-first into the toilet bowl filled with offerings made by the entire set of Connors children. She put up a struggle but nature took its course and Pat ingested a lot more of what was in that toilet than she wanted to recollect later while the were doing something else nasty to her. This was followed by another pair of showers going from freezing to near boiling as she screamed herself hoarse.

       She made enough noise that they gagged her with a pair of ripe panties that was dunked into the filthy toilet before winding up in Pat's mouth. Before she went into the tub, face up; they tied her ankles tightly together. Pat understood what was about to happen and did her best to prevent them from placing her in the tub. They had a tremendous advantage and used it. It was a new kind of shower and one that traumatized her personality more than she realized.

       Each Connor had a go at her, using Pat's face in most cases as their target. The girls squatted and let fly from point blank range, aiming for the eyes and then gradually working down Ms. Carmody's face as her mind began to do back flips. The boys on the other hand were more sporting, straddling her body and pissing on their victim from her brow to pussy, seeing how accurate they were at painting her eyes, nose, tits and pussy. None of the clan noticed that she was crying uncontrollably from this demeaning act. Without realizing it, they had already broken this strong-willed woman's resistance, and started her down the slope to ultimate submission. Princess Tonka would soon overcome Pat Carmody's personality and the consequences would be substantial.

       What Martine witnessed made her smile. Pat Carmody was tied spread-eagle fashion to the bed, a huge wet spot located between her spread legs that were trembling from the strain caused by the ropes restraining them. Her arms were pulled up over her head and her wrists tied tightly to the bed frame. A large ball gag was stretching her jaws to their limit and a steady stream of drool was oozing from the narrow region between the gag and her thinned lips. Her bottom was elevated by a pillow that revealed the large dildo buried deep within her asshole. Ian casually mentioned that the entire brood had been using her butthole for the past few hours whenever the family cat got tired of licking up the cream that they poured over her stiff, swollen clit to entice it. That fascinated Martine who stayed around for the better part of an hour watching the cat's raspy tongue drive Pat Carmody out of her mind.

       The cat had no concept of the connection between her rough tongue and the human being who was being driven to the edge of madness by the inconsiderate way the animal treated that swollen, aching, play toy that was the key to those magical orgasms that women strived to obtain as often as possible. Martine could not resist adding some fuel to the fire, first by sucking Pat's nipples until they were so stiff they ached, then using her sharp fingernails to leave a pebbled trail of goose flesh behind as they went around and around the region adjoining Pat's swollen love button.

       The Connors girls took a great interest in what the French woman was doing to their new playmate and could hardly wait to try them out on her. Meanwhile Pat Carmody trembled and broke out in a sweat, her heart beating erratically as the cat mindlessly tormented her to beyond anything she could handle in her muddled state of mind. Just as Martine took her leave, one of the girls was donning a strap-on, preparing to sodomize the half-crazed woman who drooled and twitched while her eyes stared at the ceiling, showing no interest in what was happening to her body. She had been driven over the edge for the first time. There would be many more torments that sent her spinning into space destined to fall and fall, all the time screaming until her vocal cords ceased to function.

       Martine would make a number of surprise visits to the house, sometimes in the early morning, others late in the evening. Pat Carmody was always tightly bound and usually being used by either one or more of the family or a close friend or friends. One thing was certain, Ian used her more often than the rest and seemed to be the one responsible for her disciplining, be it personally or appointed by him to one of the other family, girl or boy. Only once did she arrive while a gangbang was going on, and was surprised to discover that the group included members of both sexes, and astonished that it had been in progress for over a day and a half with no apparent end in sight. She was troubled by the fact that at no time did she ever witness Ms. Carmody experiencing any type of orgasm. Her worst fears were confirmed by a smiling Ian who readily admitted that withholding any type of orgasm from their guest was one way of disciplining her.

       On a few occasions Martine had witnessed the woman taking thorough beatings with various implements. Once she watched dispassionately as Pat Carmody's firm ass was sliced to pieces by fresh cut willow branches that had been soaked in brine. She had been guilty of failing to give one of the girls an orgasm. In another case her tits had been pounded with a rubber hose until they became so swollen that small fissures in the stretched skin finally gave way and burst open from the prolonged battering they'd received from two of the boys. She had been found guilty of disobedience, failing to show respect while she gulped down their piss as fast as they could produce it before sucking them off and swallowing their cum as well.  Lucky for her they were in the bathroom when she vomited, thus no damage was done that she couldn't fix with her very sore tongue.

       Toward the end of her assignment, princess Tonka took over Pat's personality lock stock and barrel. The Indian owner of the map to the gold mine was put to the question repeatedly, but proved difficult. Her final two and a half days were spent under the blazing sun during the day and the chilly winds that blew over her naked body at night when the insects forged for food and found her salty form most suitable for their needs. During this entire period her pussy lips, both outer and inner, were kept wide open by a system of clamps and alligator clips. This allowed easy access by the insects as well as the burning rays of the sun. As she baked in the merciless heat of the sun every drop of moisture seemed to be wrung from her sweating body. The trio of boys continued to use her, covering princess Tonka every few hours and exhausting her further by their efforts and her desire to squeeze off at least one orgasm. They denied her every time, much to her frustration.

       The girls were even crueler, inserting twigs and then rough branches into her cunt and sawing away as she babbled and begged for relief. Worst still was when they yanked her tongue from her mouth, slipped a pair of nooses made of fishing line around it and attached barbs that went into her tits, thus raising them to expose the tender undersides to the ravages of the blazing sun. The Indian princess became parched and felt sure she was on the verge of expiring from the lack of water. Both the boys and girls were only too happy to supply her all the piss she could swallow. Unfortunately in her current state, the princess was unable to absorb much because of the saltiness. It was Ian who finally decided that princess Tonka had enough for now, but promised an even more stringent session if she every returned.

       As luck would have it, the next rotation found her dealing with Arlene Collier's sad sack boys and her trio of lesbian wannabes. During those two weeks, Pat Carmody regenerated some of her old personality and recovered most of her physical strength. She also had Doug and Andy making sure she had her usual quota of orgasms, even though it meant they worked harder than they ever had previously. As for the girls, they were delighted to have a new, much more knowledgeable playmate who could teach them all sorts of tricks to make their orgasms become more frequent and stronger. It was not as wonderful as they first thought, but Pat did her best and left that group with even more of her personality restored. Then trouble reared its ugly head when she was face to face with the Graves trio, headed by another alpha male, Ralph. That was the one that made her regress back to where she was just before Ian allowed her to leave with almost a whole skin covering her bare body.

       It was more of the same for poor Pat. Ralph was a younger version of Ian and just as demanding. His sisters went along with anything their brother decided when it came to disciplining Ms. Carmody. It didn't take long for princess Tonka to reappear and the rest was just a repetition of her experiences with the Connors brood. Ralph had a large circle of friends to assist him as he tortured his victim to her limits and then drove her into that area of darkness that would remain a part of her personality for the rest of her life. Of interest Martine Calvert paid frequent visits to watch Pat being tortured or gangbanged to her limits and beyond. This seemed to excite her sexually, and the Graves daughters were only too happy to assist her in achieving one orgasm after another. Often they cavorted in the presence of Pat Carmody or her alter ego, princess Tonka, as the skin was whipped from her welted ass or another burn was added to the dozens that covered her tits and armpits. By the time Pat Carmody was allowed to return to her own family, she was merely a hollow shell, her mind having retreated to another place, where it remained for many years.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)