Ruination

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Original Tale/Story: The Ruination of Mandy (F/F Intense)

• Original Author: ttgore

• Original Publishing date: Sep 20, 2017

Original Source; Ticklingforum Website

• Poor Mandy! The handsome college jock thought she had her feelings for her sexy stepsister under control—but the beautiful albeit sadistic Gwen had other ideas!

The Ruination of Mandy

by

T.T. Gore

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“EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEK!!!” Mandy squealed, lifting her bare, round behind from the mattress and wiggling it frenetically. “STOP it! Don’t fucking DO that—!”

“Now don’t be such a SISSY!” Gwen admonished her. “It’s just a little TEASE!”

“But you’ll make me CUM!” Mandy cried.

“Oh, I don’t THINK so!” Gwen chortled. “That would be a terrible SIN, wouldn’t it? You’re my STEPBROTHER, for heaven’s sake! Or you were until you guzzled down that X-Change.”

“GRRRRUUUUMP!!!” Mandy grunted as her clever, sharp-nailed fingertips stroked the entrance of her exposed, shaved girl toy. “OMYGAAAAW-HAAAAW-HAAAAWD—!!!”

She jerked her arms and legs in a **** attempt to slip the bonds that secured her wrists and ankles to the corner posts of the bed. But it was no use! The bitch had used plenty of duct tape and there was no escape from her perverted ministrations! she was naked—she was spread-eagled—and she was completely fucking DEFENSELESS—!

“Better not lose control of your emotions…” Gwen cooed. “If you make a mess, Mandy-candy, I’ll have to give you an extra-special punishment…”

She punctuated this threat by stroking her pee hole—which sent a thrill through Mandy’s body that made her whine and writhe!

“Naughty girls DO make excellent tickle pearls!” Gwen snickered. “Especially handsome college jocks who have **** CRUSHES on their STEPSISTERS! Who are SO **** they take sex change **** to get LAID!”

It was her own stupid fault, Mandy told herself as she struggled to stave off the orgasm that her sexy stepsister was coaxing out of her. Gwen was a hot blonde, nineteen years old—leggy, curvy and a more than a bit of a tease. She’d come into her life a year ago when her mother remarried, and it hadn’t taken her long to notice that that he’d developed a bad case of the hots for her. Mandy had tried to be good—he’d tried to resist temptation—but Gwen hadn’t made that easy, the bitch! She took sadistic pleasure in flirting with him, showing off her legs and cleavage, making suggestive little comments. Finally, one weekend when she was home from Unknown University, he’d snuck into her room—where she’d busted her jerking off while wearing a pair of her panties!

The choice he’d been offered was stark: “You can accept my punishment, Mandy-candy, and the whole thing will remain our little secret. Or I can have a chat with the parentals about this. Your choice…”

That was **** at all and so here she was, alone with Gwen in the bedroom of her father’s lakeside summer cottage, being subjected to this unthinkable humiliation! And worse of all, he had been **** to take X-Change first, however his step-sister got it. And now she was a tiny big breasted blonde.

Kneeling by the side of the bed, the leggy blonde toyed with her wet entrance until Mandy squeezed out a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum. “Uh-oh! I think somebody’s betting CLOSE!” she exclaimed.

“Oh FUCK!” Mandy cried. “Oh SHIT! Oh FUCKING shit! Oh PLEASE don’t STOP—!”

“But you said you didn’t want to commit such a heinous SIN!” Gwen reminded her.

“Gwen PLEASE!” she cried. “I’ve learned my LESSON! Just let me GO—!”

“Hmph!” she snorted. “A second ago you were begging me to bring you OFF! So which is it, Mandy-candy? Release or…release…?”

“Oh my dear sweet GOD!” the naked jock whined. “I’m so CONFUSED—!”

“I can easily unconfuse you, sweet cheeks,” Gwen whispered, placing a hand on her thigh. “That would mean extra punishment, of course…”

Randy moaned. Her hand felt very soft and warm on her thigh and she longed for her to move it higher…to caress the most precious and sensitive portions of her newly feminine anatomy…to grant her the favor that despite her guilty conscience she so ardently craved…

“Hmmm, but you might actually enjoy my punishments…” she went on. “Yes, Mandy-candy, I think that you like being tortured by your sexy stepsister…”

“NO! I do—”

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“—NOT!” Mandy cried. But Gwen could tell that she was lying.

She’d been pleased to discover that her new stepbrother was a good-looking brown-eyed brunette, well built, hirsute of limb and torso. And she’d been absolutely DELIGHTED when he’d developed a **** crush on her! But alas, Mandy proved to be a bit of a prude. She’d teased her mercilessly and it was rather amusing to see her squirm and blush, but had never been able to entice her into a compromising position of the kind that would infallibly enslave her to her will. And she made an even hotter step-sister, so much so that Gwen was debating making it permanent.

“So how about it?” she whispered, moving her hand a trifle higher. “Are you ready to cum for me, Mandy-candy? Ready to make a mess and accept your punishment…?”

“Oh Gwen PLEASE—!”

“Just let me get comfortable,” she said with a wink. The leggy blonde was clad in a halter top and shorts. With brisk efficiency she stripped them off, exposing scarlet silk panties and firm, ample breasts that swayed ever so slightly as she moved.

“Recognize these?” Gwen inquired, indicating the panties. “That’s right, sweet cheeks, they’re the same ones you were wearing when I caught you masturbating in my room. I thought it might be fun to wear them myself while I played with you…”

“HEEEEEEEE!!!” Mandy squealed as she dug her nails into her thigh. “Oh SHIT! That TICKLES—!”

“Does it? How interesting!” She dug in again, this time flexing her fingers.

“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the naked jock howled, squirming to and fro on the bed. “IT TICK-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”

“So I see!” Gwen chortled. “And how about your BELLY, Mandy-candy? Is THAT ticklish too?”

“GAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” she screamed as her well-honed nails stroked her drum-tight little abdomen.

“Goodness!” Gwen exclaimed. “For such an once masculine jock, you’re very SENSITIVE little BITCH, aren’t you?”

“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”

“Let’s try this,” the leggy blonde suggested, sticking a finger into Mandy’s belly button.

“EEEEYAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!”

Gwen tormented her writhing stepbrother’s midsection for five solid minutes, until Mandy’s face was bright pink and her body was bathed in a delicate sweat. Then she let her gasp for air awhile as she pondered her next move.

The leggy blonde was interested to note that Mandy’s nipples were still standing tall. Her lips were coated in love juices that slid down her entrance Perhaps, she reflected, there had been some truth in her insinuation that she enjoyed her tortures. But that mattered less than the fact that SHE enjoyed inflicting them on her gorgeous, helpless step-sister! And in that moment, Gwen decided Randy had to become Mandy permanently. Gwen sighed with pleasure. Things had worked out after all. She now had Mandy by the balls or lips in this case…and she intended to take full advantage of the situation…

“Well,” she cooed, running her fingers through the naked jock’s jiggling breasts, “now that we’ve discovered your weakness, sweet cheeks, let’s test your limits, shall we?”

“Omygod!” Mandy blubbered. “What are you going to DO to me—?!”

“Hmmm, good question…” She stroked a stiff nipple as Mandy cooed. Then—

“AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” Rand bellowed as her nipple was smartly tweaked. “You’re HURTING me—!”

“But Mandy-candy you—”

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“—LIKE the way I hurt you! Isn’t that RIGHT?” Gwen demanded, tweaking again.

“EEEEEEYAAAAAAR!!!” Mandy screeched as a jolt of pain—curiously pleasurable pain—shot through her body. And she realized that the sadistic bitch was right—she DID like what she was doing to her! It made her fell all LOOSE and GREASY, deep down INSIDE at the bottom of her BELLY—!

“Dear me!” the leggy blonde remarked with mock disapproval as she began teasing her other nipple. Is that a drop of pre-cum, sweet cheeks? Am I getting you all EXCITED?”

“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” Mandy shrieked as she tweaked again. she squeezed out more pre-cum.

Each nipple received half a dozen tweaks before Gwen relented and moved her hand down her torso. The naked jock moaned as her fingers closed around her dripping organ. she wiggled her hips, mutely begging to be stroked. But the fucking bitche’s hand remained still!

“I bet that if I teased your precious PUSSY, Mandy-candy, you’d come all the fuck OVER yourself in about thirty seconds!” She put on a rueful expression and shook her head. “But you wouldn’t want to disgrace yourself in that manner, would you? No, sweet cheeks, you’d rather be TICKLED, isn’t that right?”

“Gwen—PLEASE! I don’t think I could TAKE it!” Mandy’s arms and legs jerked in another futile attempt to escape the duct tape. “I’ll do ANYTHING! Just let me GO—!”

“That’s right, Mandy-candy,” the leggy blonde nodded. “You WILL do anything—anything I say! Because if you don’t, well, then I’d have to have that chat with the parentals concerning your shocking behavior.”

“I’ll fucking DENY it—!”

“I took a couple of pictures with my phone.”

Mandy begged and pleaded, but Gwen was implacable. “You’re my **** now,” she sneered, “and my slaves do as I say! And right now I want my **** to LAUGH for me!”

So saying, Gwen moved to the foot of the bed. A shock of horror shot through Mandy’s nervous system as she realized what her shift in position portended.

“Don’t you DARE!” the naked jock screamed. “Leave my feet ALONE—!”

But Gwen merely smiled as she—

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—knelt and for a long moment contemplated her helpless stepsister’s bare, wiggling feet. She licked her lips. One hand stole to her breast and began stroking its erect nipple…

“Oh PLEASE!!” Mandy cried. “Not my fucking FEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEET!!!”

“Now don’t be such a SISSY!” Gwen admonished her as she stroked the sole of her right foot with her sharp nails. her response to her ministrations was most gratifying—the naked jock pitched an absolute HISSY fit! she writhed and struggled with **** energy, causing the frame of the bed to creak. And she laughed! Oh, how she laughed! she laughed like a fucking LOONY bird—and it was music to Gwen’s ears!

“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” she chanted, bringing her other hand into play. “Mandy-candy likes being TICKLED!”

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” she bellowed. “GET OFF MY FUUUUK-HUCK-HUCKING FEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEET!!!”

Gwen’s nostril’s flared. her musky scent—an amalgam of sweat and sexual arousal— perfumed the air of the bedroom. The leggy blonde realized that her panties were becoming damp. One of her hands left off tickling and insinuated itself into the panties, to pet her curl-covered mound…but just for a moment, she admonished herself…just for a moment…

She made her howl with laughter for many minutes, not relenting until a deliciously pleasurable thrill gripped her loins and pulsed through her body. Only then did Gwen awake to the fact that the hand she’d plunged into her panties was still there…

“Mmmm…” she sighed, moving back to the side of the bed. “I have a feeling, Mandy-candy, that I enjoyed that more than you did…”

The naked jock didn’t reply. she was too busy gasping desperately for breath.

“So, Mandy-candy,” the leggy blonde continued as she wiggled out of her panties. “I think that at this point we should discuss our future relationship.”

“Gaaaa…gaaaa…gaaaa…” the naked jock gasped in reply.

“The way I see it, sweet cheeks, I have you by the lips.” And suiting the action to the word Gwen grabbed her stepbrother’s entrance. She dug in with her nails, smiling with satisfaction as Mandy squealed and squirmed. “In fact, I’d say that these lips and their contents are MY property!”

“W-w-w-what do you mean…?” she stammered.

“I mean that from this day forward, you can regard yourself as my ****, Mandy-candy!” She gave her lips another sharp-nailed squeeze. “Get the picture?”

“Omygod—!”

“You’ve been a good girl for me today, sweet cheeks, so I’m going to give you your REWARD now!” Gwen’s hand moved to Mandy’s trembling, twitching twat—

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—and began to stroke! Mandy arched her back and gyrated her hips in a mute plea for release! The touch of Gwen’s hand swept all thoughts of shame and humiliation from her mind! she didn’t fucking CARE that she’d tortured her by tickling! she didn’t care that she was a sadistic BITCH who was promising to make her life HELL! No! the only thing she fucking cared about was her hand—how it moved up and down—but too slowly—oh why couldn’t she go fucking FAST—?!

“Tell me when you’re getting close…” Gwen whispered. She put her other hand on her chest and began running her nails over her torso. And it fucking TICKLED—oh, yes—but in SUCH a sexy WAY—!

“UGH!” Mandy grunted. “UGH! UGH! GRRRRUUUUGH!!!”

And oh, she could feel it coming on—the sweet sensation was beginning to build in her newly formed vulva—and every muscle of her body was tense with anticipation—and a plague of goose bumps was roughening her skin—and she was stroking with her thumb and forefinger now—up and down—over the swollen head of her exposed clit—and it was going to happen any MOMENT now—!

“Omygod I’m cumming NOW—!” Mandy cried.

And instantly, Gwen plucked her hand away!

The naked jock arched her back again—this time in response to the orgasmic wave that flooded over her as she began to empty her pussy. But where was her HAND?! Tears of frustration stood in Mandy’s eyes as she squirted herself from neck to groin while Gwen knelt there with a snide smile plastered all over her beautiful face!

“Yuck, you really DID make a mess!” the leggy blonde snickered. “And I guess I kind of ruined your orgasm, didn’t I?”

“Oh Jesus GOD!” Mandy blubbered.

“But I’ll make it up to you!” she giggled, grabbing her still-wet girl toy.

“YAAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” Mandy screamed as an unbearably potent sensation convulsed her body. “DOOOON’T—!”

“A little SENSITIVE, is it?”

“EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEK!!!”

“Okay then, Mandy-candy, how about more TICKLING?” Gwen climbed aboard the bed to kneel between her legs.

“YAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” she screamed as her sharp nails probed her armpits.

“THAT’S right, you dirty fucking little bitch! LAUGH for me!” She sank her nails into her ribs. “Laugh your hottie HEAD off for me! Laugh your sexy ASS off for me—!”

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Three hours later, Mandy was treated to a second ruined orgasm at the hands of her sexy, sadistic stepsister. By then she’d been thoroughly tutored in her duties as Gwen’s **** and poodle boy. The thought of the **** to which she’s subjected her made the naked jock cringe with shame…and excitement. Had she actually begged on her knees for permission to worship her feet…and her pink places…and her brown ones? Yes, she had…and she would again…

Gwen, lounging on the bed while her hot, servile stepsister pampered her feet, sighed with satisfaction. It would be so nice to have her at her beck and call. Already she was planning their first weekend together…when the parentals would be out of town…and she could go naked for her the whole time…

“Just remember, Mandy-candy!” she commanded. “I don’t want you masturbating! You only get to cum by MY hand!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied.

But the leggy blonde knew she couldn’t be trusted to behave herself back at U.U., where she wouldn’t be around to supervise her. So…

“Tell me, sweet cheeks,” she purred. “Have you ever heard of chastity…?”

“No, Mistress!” Gwen smirked at that.

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