You mean it goes to the Trash Heap

The Trash Heap is a bar on the edge of town, right next to the Tech College. And the place is always in the news for brawls and criminal activity of all sorts.

How twisted would it be to put your own sister in the car as she slept and take her to the back door of the Trash Heap with a note that read “Useless Bimbo Object. Free to anyone who can fix broken crap”?

Twisted enough that Carrie’s mouth drops when you tell her how this is exactly what you’ve done.

“They’re going to destroy her.” Carrie says.

You shrug, feeling good about the completely amoral pervert you’ve become. “Since when did you mind about that sort of thing?”

“I don’t... I’m just... I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a man who could do such a thing.” Carrie smiles and rubs her cleavage.

She drops to her knees. And spends the next hour, sliding her lips around your shaft, rubbing herself off, letting her spit collect all over your knob, so she can slurp it up and drool it back out over your cock as she blows you. It’s one of the best blowjobs you’ve ever had. Carrie is clearly as turned on as you’ve ever seen her.

Afterward, a mess of your cum and her saliva, Carrie lies nude next to you and ponders. “What do you think they’re doing to her?” she asks “When did you do this?”

“Last night after we were doing playing” you respond.

“So it’s been 24 hours. How many cocks you think she’s had inside her by now?” Carrie is still insanely horny as she speculates. “Over 100? I bet she does’t even remember her name anymore. I bet she can’t even talk anymore.” Carrie bites her lip as she lets her mind wander. “I mean besides all the cocks and toys and gags in her throat, I bet she doesn’t even remember that her mouth is capable of anything other than being violated.”

“Jealous?” You ask.

Carrie giggles. You don’t often hear her giggle. “You should go back and take credit for this. I can’t believe you just gave her to them anonymously.”

You shrug again.

“No you should” Carrie is suddenly very insistent. “And you should see what’s become of her.”

You give it some thought. “Maybe next week.”

“By next week she won’t be anything more than a gaping cunt with a bimbo face painted on it.” Carrie says.

The thought sticks in your mind for the next couple days. And clearly Carrie’s too. Since she’s good to go almost constantly over that time.

And as you fuck her deep in the ass on day 3 you tell her your thoughts. “Let’s go to the Trash Pile and check things out tomorrow.”

“Fuck that” Carrie responds. “Let’s go tonight. As soon as you dump your cum in me.”

Which is exactly what you decide to do. You finish in Carrie, she slips on a tight, semi-transparent cami and a pair of short shorts and you head out.

The bar is dark and dank. Filled with guys in rust colored coveralls. They turn to look at Carrie as you walk in, undressing her and more with their eyes. There is no sign of the remnants of your bimbo sister. So you approach the bartender.

“What can I get ya?”

“You have something special here.” You say.

“We don’t really do special cocktails and shit. Go to some fruit bar.”

“That’s not what I mean” you say “I’m talking about a person. A person who was left here...” Carrie nudges you. “A person who I left here.” You say, leaning in with intent.

The bartender isn’t impressed. “No people left here recently. You want a drink or what?”

“Fine” You say, feeling salty “beer”

“How about your slut? She want a beer?”

You turn to see what Carrie wants, feeling it’s best to just ignore the bartender’s attitude and find that she’s gone. Probably tired waiting for you to find things out on your own. She is a snooper.