Chapter 56

"Fi… are you in here?"

The nervous tremolo of a voice just about reached your ears through all that was obstructing them… and the fogging haze that had descended upon your mind. Terry’s sister and her friend had ground you down into little more than human paste by now. Hour after hour, they had taken claim of your small, slim body and used it however they saw fit. Tossing your still-bound form about the bed and kissing and biting and licking and striking every inch of your soft, smooth skin they could reach.

Fiona had continued to show you nothing but cold disdain, clearly seeing you as little more than an object to take out her desires upon. Yet ‘Mel’ had possibly been worse. The more voluptuous, blonde stranger seeming to smother you with unkempt adoration, while feeling no less entitled to use you like a doll. She had even brought her own gigantic, rubber strap-on with which to drive into the very depths of you. It had become very clear over the course of your encounters with the young woman: that you were the epitome of some fetish and fantasy she had built up within herself. A devoted, sordid ideal that she had constructed over years and years of pornographic imaginings and yet never quite dreamed she would get a chance to live out. The absolute overflow of her desire threatened to crush and drown you almost right from the very start. The excited squeal as she had first seen you… only a starting whistle for her race to squeeze every moment she could out of this opportunity.

"Is that… Jo?! What are you doing to her?!"

The cry from the doorway was desolate and guttural. Filled with all the love and **** devotion you knew Terry held for you. It hurt him physically to think he might have led you into any situation that might hurt you. To see you pinned between the thighs of his terrifying older sister was clearly a nightmare he hadn’t even dared consider.

The dark sister herself smiled languidly. Rocking gently back and forth upon the piece of you she had securely engulfed betwixt her thighs. She had impaled herself upon you several times by now, grinding and squeezing your more-often ignored manhood until it shot raw and spluttering excuses into her depths. There was no confusion who was really penetrating who in such exchanges though. She was the one completely in control.

"Oh, hi little brother… Did you have a nice day at school?" She asked, full of false sweetness and ignoring his own shock entirely.

"I found your little whore running naked round our house this morning… and thought you wouldn't mind sharing?"

Terry’s mouth hung open, agape and aghast and unable to even completely contemplate the scene unfolding before him. Of course, you knew little of this… buried as you were with an exhausted tongue still lapping feebly up into Mel's sex.

"Let her go…" Was all the poor boy could plead. Unable to overturn all the fear and self-doubt that years of his sister’s domineering nature had built up in him.

"Why?" Was the older sibling’s answer, flat and cold. Why would she even consider such a request? From one she had so little respect for, in relation to another she barely considered human. "This is what little whores want, brother dearest. This is why he talks and walks and dresses like that. He's a dirty, slutty cumrag who's probably sucked more cock than you could ever dream of. You should be happy to see him getting what he asks for! Lord knows you wouldn't be able to provide it…"

She gave out this lecture like it was remedial maths 101. As if everyone else in the world would understand her position on the matter. Terry even glanced over to Mel in exasperation, always believing her to be a kind and gentle soul. The other twenty something had her eyes closed though, and a beaming smile upon her face. Nodding along appreciatively to all the nasty things her BFF was spouting. Love and adore the aesthetic ideal of 'femboys' she might… but it was clear her appreciation was just as carnal. Differing outlooks over a shared, carnivorous hunger.

Defeated before he'd even begun… Terry deflated. Unable to tear his eyes away from the two women riding gleefully upon the creature he loved most in all the world.