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Chapter 6 by bbol bbol

What's next?

Punch

"Now that you know how they feel, it's time punch them." Laura unceremoniously suggested to her little sister what she considered to be the next logical step in this situation.

Rachel looked at Paul's tear-stained face, eyes closed, filled with an expression of momentary relief as he tried to catch his breath.
Looking back at his ball-sack still trapped tightly by her hand, she admired the outline of Paul's swelling testicles, now large enough to stretch the thin skin of his reddened scrotum, each balls' individual outline visibly protruding with very little left to imagination.

Rachel formed a fist, rolling her fingers until their nails dug into the softness of her palm, locking the thumb tightly across her first and second fingers.Taking a moment to aim at the target trapped in her hand, the younger sister raised her arm at the elbow, held it for a second, then suddenly released her densely packed small fist at the ripe, undefended flesh of Paul's nuts.

Maintaining her gaze on the plump targets imprisoned in her slender hand, the young girl's taut fist exploded in a barrage of carefully aimed vicious strikes. With every rhythmic punch, Paul's legs kicked frantically against the stool, kept down by the weight of the young girl squatting widely on top, ignoring the clearly visible upskirt she was presenting to her victim. His arms flailed violently and without direction, immobilized by Laura's grip.

Paul screamed through his make-shift gag but only muffled groans came out, as he desperately tried to breathe between each involuntary jerk caused by the shock of Rachel's regular ****, motivating his young tormentor to gleefully continue her steady beat with the precision of a metronome. She met each muffled moan with a quick chuckle or snicker thoroughly immersed in Paul's animated reaction to her ongoing attack.

After a few minutes, Rachel's rhythm grew sluggish as her hand began to tire and small beads of sweat formed on the side of her temples. Paul sobbed uncontrollably, moaning softly through his nose and trying to plead with Rachel using only his eyes.

"Time to move on" she thought and looked up at her older sister.

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