Chapter 2

It’s been a few months since our parents died. We grieved for the proper amount of time but it was time for Joy and I to get back to our routine, a slutty routine. Joy is upstairs slipping into a whore uniform for another trip to the sleazy downtown adult porno shop that we love so much. I am talking to Tammy our Guardian cousin. It’s a three day weekend coming up, so she is going away with her boyfriend and making sure it’s okay with me. As usual I convince her everything will be fine.

“Joy and I are just going to hang around the house this weekend.” I tell Tammy innocently, leaving out the part where I’m going to have Joy tied up in some brutal manner.

I plan on using Joy pretty hard tomorrow, so I’ll have to keep an eye on her at the bookstore. I don’t want her going cock crazy with too many perverts.

Sometimes I’ll leave her alone in the back of the store and go and talk to Marty the store owner. I’ll have to run back and save her from some pervert who is twisting her nipples too hard, or slapping her too much, or something else equally painful.

One time I caught a guy burning her tits with a cigarette. The burns aren’t too bad, but it still angers me that more thought wasn’t put into it. I burned the word SLUT just over her pussy a little while ago, now that was a great session and it looks hot. It’s not like these perverts are abusing her, she begs for everything they do.

If I don’t give her a good pain and orgasm session regularly, she tries to sneak away and find some pervert to give her one. Thank goodness when she does slip away, she only comes home with bruises and worn out fuck holes. I know if I don’t keep an eye on her she’ll wind up dead; probably with a smile on her face.

Joy’s point of view.

Should I wear a short skirt with no panties, or a pair of short shorts that dig into my crotch. I know, I’ll wear a pair of shorts that I don’t mind losing and a belt with a padlock, then they’ll have to rip the shorts from my body.

I am going to wear my tight tube top so it can hold a couple of thumb tax in my nipples. No wait, if I do that, Candy might be angry and not play with me this weekend. I don’t care I’m going to do it anyway.

“Okay slut, you can come down now, Tammy is gone!” I screamed from the bottom of the stairs.

What is the slut up to, I can clearly see the thumbtacks under the thin fabric of her tight tube top. She’s tried this before, I make her believe it angers me. The truth is as long as they’re not sharp enough to make her bleed I love when my sister is her pain loving self. The padlock holding her belt is definitely new.

“What is the meaning of this, you want those perverts to rip your clothes off?” I said yanking on the small padlock.

“Yeah, I thought it would be pretty hot. What do you think?” Said Joy, giving me a slutty pose.

“I guess I’ll have to bring another change of clothes you fucking slut. Now about these thumbtacks, they better not be the ones that draw blood.” I said calmly while pushing my thumbs into the thumbtacks giving my sister the pain she craves.

“Oh yes that feels so good.” Said Joy rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her short shorts.

“Are these thumbtacks going to draw blood or not? If they do we are not going to the bookstore, I’m not giving you a session tomorrow. Instead I’m tying you up downstairs with a dildo strapped in your pussy. I’ll spend the whole day flicking rubber bands at your tits but never allow you to orgasm.” I scolded her while pushing a little harder on the thumbtacks and checking her tight white tube top for signs of blood.

“No I promise, they are the plastic ones, they won’t draw blood I swear. Moaned Joy rubbing her pussy harder. I stopped her before she could orgasm. I want her hot and horny when we get to the bookstore.

I made a deal with a cab driver we met at the bookstore one night. He would give us free rides into town and Joy would give him free head all the way there. He has never been late when we call for a ride; Joy must give good head.

Because we are so young things have been a little crazy at the bookstore lately, so things have to be set up in advance with Marty. He has been closing the store when he knows we’re coming. Only pedophile perverts are there waiting for us. They will act as if there patrons of the store, looking at magazines and such when we arrive. This is more for Joy’s benefit. She likes making an entrance, walking up to every pervert she sees and letting them feel her up. This is what led to so many horny perverts showing up at Marty’s store. Once she’s in a heightened state of sexuality, she would rub her moist pussy on a policeman’s leg if she thought it would get her pussy pounded over the hood of his car. Then she would be surprised when she ended up handcuffed in the back of the police car. Marty knows how slutty Joy can get and thinks it’s safer if none of his customers know how old the slut in the glory hole booth is.

While she flirts with the perverts in the bookstore. I talk to Marty about a road trip we were planning for the little slut. Marty tells me he knows of a biker bar where Joy would meet plenty of guys that are willing to treat her the way she wants. I know she’ll need a long time to recover so I’m planning a cover story about some girl that beats her up after school.

Joy’s slutty point of view.

I wish Candy wouldn’t have made me remove the thumbtacks. Oh well, these perverts seem to be twisting my nipples just right. There only seem to be four or five guys here today. I hope there’s more in the back.

“Hey bitch what’s up with the padlock? Where’s the key, I’m ready for a taste of this pussy.” One of the nameless perverts said as he tugged on the padlock.

“I didn’t bring the key mister, I’m not here to get laid, I’m just here to shop for a new dildo.” I said bending over to check out the bottom row of dildos. I made sure not to bend my knees so the thin strip of denim cut through my pussy lips. I love teasing the perverts, it makes it more likely they’ll treat me roughly. It only took a second for the guy to grab my shorts and start ripping them from my body. The initial shock is so exciting. Here comes the orgasms I crave so much. The rest of the guys get in on the act and soon I was standing there wearing only the belt with the padlock around my waist and my stripper shoes.

“You don’t need a new dildo baby, there are plenty of cocks here to satisfy your pussy.” Said another of the nameless studs, twisting my nipple so good.

“Check out the branding.” One guy said to another. He must be new to the bookstore; he’s in for a slutty surprise.

Soon the small padded bench that I know so well was brought out and placed in the middle of the store. I’m laid out on the bench surrounded by porno mags, videos, and sex toys. Soon I’m being pounded like the slut I am. My first orgasm is building quickly, I know it could be my best of the night so I started begging for the pain that accompanies my orgasms so well.

“Please, twist my nipples, smack my face. Even better, pull out your knife and cut me.” I said to one of the guys hoping he had a knife. “Treat me like the pain loving fuck hole I am.”

Candy walks from the front of the store.

“Nobody’s pulling a knife and cutting anybody. I know what the slut needs, just keep fucking her.” I tell the pervert between Joy’s legs. “You guys hold her legs apart.” I began smacking Joy’s clitoris with medium hard smacks. Her orgasm comes quickly.

“Oh my God, yes, yes, do it harder, please do it harder mistress!” Joy begs as her orgasm washes over her. I don’t listen to her begging, I don’t want her body bruised here at the bookstore. I’ll save that for tomorrow’s session in our dungeon.

The four perverts pound Joy’s slutty body hard for the next 45 minutes. She continues begging for harder treatment and I am there to stop it. I have no doubt these guys would beat the crap out of her at her insistence. It’s a good thing I’m here to keep an eye out for her.

Watching Joy used like the slut she is turns me on, so I break out a small vibrator that I brought with me. I bring myself to a couple of small orgasms watching Joy lose her mind.

Sometimes it makes me jealous knowing my little sister has much more powerful orgasms than I do. Whenever I feel this way I’ll tease her with a gentle touch. It’s funny watching her get angry at being caressed in a way most people would love.

When the guys are finished using her and getting dressed to leave. Joy is rubbing her little clitoris through the gobs of man juice begging for one more orgasm. The little tramp can’t get enough.

Marty says that he has to reopen the store. There are a line of horny perverts outside waiting to get in.

“Okay what do you sluts want to do? You have to either sneak out the back, or if the little slut wants more cock we can lock you sluts in one of the video booths and you can have fun at the glory hole. So what’s it going to be?” Marty asks.

“Come on Candy let’s stay a little while longer, I need more cock.” Joy begs. She looks so cute holding her hands together in a praying motion.

What the hell, I could use some cock myself. Marty escorts us in the back of the store and locks us in the large video booth that has two glory holes, one on each side of the booth.

Joy immediately bends over and places her slimy ass against the hole in the wall. She is all smiles with anticipation. I on the other hand I like to see the cock I am about to fuck. The TV screen comes alive to a scene where a young girl is gang banged, my favorite. We only have to wait a minute or two for the first of many cocks.

Joy is the first to get cock through her hole in the wall. I see her face contort in agonizing pleasure as the cock enters her used pussy. She reaches back and grabs the handles for leverage. You can see the whole wall shake as the faceless cock pounds her pussy.

Soon a nice big black cock pokes through the hole on my side of the wall. I stroke and lick the cock in front of me. I want it nice and wet before I back my pussy onto it. When I’m satisfied the cock is ready I slowly back my pussy onto it. The guy fucking me knows to take it easy until I get used to it. My pussy is not a slimy mess like my little sisters. After a few strokes I am also grabbing the handles on my wall for leverage. Now we are both getting a good pounding.

Joy and I are face-to-face so we begin kissing each other. When I know she’s close to orgasm I bite her lower lip and push her over the edge. Sometimes her orgasms are so powerful she will fall to the floor. It’s funny watching the large cock that was just in her pussy, stuck through a hole in the wall spewing its load all over her convulsing body.

After I’ve had my fill of cock, I’ll spend the rest of the time helping Joy achieve orgasmic nirvana. I twist her nipples or slap her when she’s ready to cum. I’ll suck off the cocks that come through my side of the wall and spit the loads of cum on Joy’s face. I like when Joy looks like the slut she is.

When I’ve had enough and it’s time to leave. I’ll take a small Polaroid camera out of my purse. Take a couple of pictures of Joy covered in sperm and acting like a slut. I like to stick these pictures on the wall and write a message next to them. (Slut Joy had 20 cocks at the glory hole today.) These type messages are written all over the glory hole booth, but when accompanied with a picture of the slut covered in cum it’s way more exciting, especially when we come back and the pictures are gone. I like to think some pervert is jerking off to those pictures somewhere.

I use my cell phone to call Marty to unlock the booth. He is all smiles when he sees Joy covered from head to toe in man juice. He likes the pictures to, I think it increases his business to know there is a hot slut that shows up here once in a while for a hot fuck session.

I thought I would let Joy sleep in on Saturday morning. I wanted her well rested for what I had planned. By 10 AM the slut had rolled into the kitchen wanting to know what I had planned. She was wearing a wife beater T-shirt barely long enough to cover her pussy.

“So, how are you going to use me today sis? How about needles through the pussy again, I really liked that. You could whip me with the bamboo, I know it leaves marks and everything but so what, I like it.” Mumbled Joy with those puppy dog eyes almost begging me. She talks about me beating the crap out of her with the bamboo pole like it’s nothing.

The one time I smacked her pussy good with that bamboo pole it did some real damage. She begged me to keep going; of course. It made her cunt black and blue and all puffy for a week. She wore the tightest shorts after that, she loved the agony when she walked.