Ste Letto
04-07-2003, 11:58 AM
Thanks peeps. I think you'll like part 2. Let me know.
Chapter 2 (a)
Several days later, Amanda came home from University for the weekend. The sassy, arrogant, self-assured 18 yr old loved to have a helpless plaything to tease, torment and ultimately destroy. Whenever she came home from University she brought lots of new ideas for making Joseph suffer. This time was no exception.
It was 7.30 on Friday evening when Amanda's battered old Honda pulled into the driveway. Smiling broadly, petite, blonde, blue eyed Amanda turned off the engine and ratcheted up the handbrake. She looked sexy in a playful, little girl way. She had put her hair up in bunches, she wore her black round lensed spectacles. She wore a pink t-shirt top with white edging at the neck and on the sleeves, with a picture of a fairy on the front; she wore a pleated white mini skirt, and black knee high boots, with 3 inch block heels. She had worn the boots without socks for some time every day for the last 3 weeks. Infact, she had worn them like that for the last 3 hours as she drove from University. Despite the warmth of the day she had had the car's heater on, blowing hot air on her feet. She was amazed how wet they felt.
As she twisted round in her seat and placed her feet on the gravel floor, she was amused to feel her insoles squishing beneath her wet soles. She was also reminded of the special liner she was wearing in her panties.
Singing gaily, Amanda opened the trunk of her car and collected her bags. With one slung over her shoulder, and one in each hand the playful girl marched up to the front door. She smiled, and pressed the doorbell with the tip of her nose. As she waited for the door to open, she felt a rumble in her stomach, knowing what was coming she sighed with relief as a wet fart came from her. She wiggled her hips as it came.
Suddenly the door opened. Amanda smiled up at her mother. Caroline smiled back, then hugged her daughter tight, before taking the bags from her hands and ushering her inside. After a brief chat, Amanda said "I'd like to say hi to Joseph if that's okay."
Her mother laughed, Amanda was always in a hurry to see Joseph. Caroline smiled, imagining the torments her headstrong and wonderfully inventive daughter had in store. "Go on up" she said, and laughed to see Amanda's beaming smile.
Amanda fairly raced up the stairs. As she neared the top she shouted out "Hi there Joey, guess who?" She ran into his bedroom and stopped, hands on hips, to stare at him. She loved to just take in the difference in their positions. There she was, 18, athletic, able to go out when she wanted, buy things, go to University, live basically; and there was Joseph, trapped, helpless, powerless, vegetating, doomed. She laughed. "Poor old Joey," she said out loud, as she walked over to his side.
She stood looking down at him, then reached out her slender right hand to pinch his nostrils shut. When he opened his mouth to breathe she spat a glob of phlegm into his mouth, laughing to see his eyes react. "Don'tcha like that Jo?" she asked in mock sympathy. "I made it special." She couldn't help giggling. "That's not all I've got specially for you." She stepped away. "How 'bout I make you a sandwich? Huh Joe, ya like?" Joe was helpless to do anything else but watch. "I'll be back in a jiffy," she told him, "don't go away!" This last was followed by mean laughter.
Across the hall from Joey's bedroom was a second kitchen. Since he lived up there, it was more convenient than running up and down stairs. Amanda fetched a plate, and placed it on the table. Then she sat on a kitchen chair, and crossed her right leg. With a sly smile she slipped off her right boot to reveal a sweat soaked foot, with a piece of stale bread stuck to it. This bread had been in her boot for 5 hours, it was wet, soggy, stinky and virtually black. It had bits of dead skin and sock lint in it, and it stank of her foot sweat. Amanda could barely stand the smell. She carefully took the bread from her foot and placed it on the plate. Smiling, she put her boot back on, and repeated the action with her left foot. Her left was even sweatier than her right and she had tow work very carefully not to tear the bread. She could clearly see the sahpe of her foot and toes in the revolting morsel. She put that boot on as well.
Now she had two blackened pieces of sweat and foot gunk impregnated bread on a plate. She smiled. Reaching up under her skirt she tugged down her hot wet panties. There, in the crotch, and up where her butt cheeks had been only moments before, was a large piece of beef. She shook her head, amazed at her own devious cruelty. "I'm a sick bitch!" she thought, laughing gleefully. She peeled the beef from the crotch and rear of her panties and slapped it down on the bread. She couldn't begin to imagine the mingled scents, fluids and flavours that must have accumulated on the piece of meat during the hot and sweaty journey home. She was aware that sweat had been trickling down her back, in between her cheeks all the way.
She carefully folded the meat, then put the other piece of bread on top. Then she took a knife and sliced the sandwich in half. That done, she marched back in to Joseph. where he waited helpless and scared. She paraded in front of him, showing him the disgusting sandwich she had made. "Are you gonna eat it now?" she asked, sounding so, so sweet. Joseph closed his eyes. Amanda feined upset, "What's wrong, don't you want the nice sandwich I made you?" He closed his eyes again.
Amanda stamped her foot. "Joseph Waterson you are a very rude boy! Really, fancy refusing this nice sandwich, after I took so much time preparing it especially for you." She walked over to him and smacked him hard across the cheek, leaving bright red finger marks. "You are going to eat this sandwich," and at this she wafted it in front of his face, whether you like it or not!!"
She fetched a high chair, positioned it at the side of Joseph's head, and sat down, crossing her slender legs and bobbing her right booted foot in mid-air. She smiled down at Joseph, then reached out her left hand to pinch his nose again. With the sandwich in her right hand she waited, poised. It didn't take long before Joseph's mouth opened. With a triumphal "Ha" Amanda inserted a corner of the sandwich in Joseph's mouth. He refused to bit, so she simply kept hold of his nose, and fed more and more of the disgusting food in. Soon it was all in, and Joseph's cheeks were bulging.
With Amanda's pretty fingers stil holding his nostrils closed, he could either suffocate, or chew and swallow. He knew he didn't dare spit it out. Amanda was capable of making him suffer in all sorts of ways if he annoyed her. Joseph bit into the revolting meal. The bread tasted of sweat, rancid, acidic sweat. The beef filling tasted worse. It was bitter, acrid and revolting. He had to fight desperately not to puke. Amanda watched his suffering with a little smile of self satisfied amusement. She kept hold of his nose the whole time. "That's a good boy," she cooed, as if he were her baby. "Yess, you're a very good boy. I'm sure we'll think of a reward when you've eat it all up." His jaws made small movements as he chewed and swallowed, dragging in air whenever he could. Soon he had eaten the first sandwich.
Smiling, Amanda patted him on the forehead. "Good boy! I knew you were hungry." She said giggling. "Here's the rest." With that she presented the second half. She didn't need to hold his nose this time. Joseph took a bite, ignoring the taste, texture and smell. He focussed on her eyes, which he thought were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Despite her cruelty he found her stunningly atractive. She presented more and more of the sandwich, before soon he was swallowing the last morsel. "Hmmm," she said smiling, "I bet you're thirsty now!" Joseph gave a quick blink.
Amanda hopped down from her chair. Joseph heard her rummaging in the kitchen. She came back a minute later with a few things. She sat above him, and showed him a funnel, a clothes peg and a bottle of cod liver oil. Joseph screamed internally. Amanda smiled. She opened the teeth of the peg and clamped it over his nose. With his mouth open it was easy to slip the funnel in, leting her pour whatever she chose to right down his throat. She smiled, leaned over and spat into the funnel, then she slowly unscrewed the lid on the oil. "Here you go," she said smiling. Her little hand extended with the bottle tilted back. When the neck was over the funnel she tipped it over and smiled to hear the oil glug glug into the plastic funnel.
She sat comfortable and calm as the fouls tasting, thick fluid ran down into Joseph's mouth and on into his stomach. Glug - glug - glug. He was nearly drowning, she was relaxed and happy. He was disgusted, she was joyful. He was paralysed. She was free. She laughed to hear him coughing and spluttering, then bent her wrist to slow the speed of pour. "Don't gutz," she chided him.
Finally the bottle was empty and Joseph was feeling hideously nauseous. "Wow," she said, "you were a thirsty boy." She stood up, took the peg from his nose, slipped the funnel from his mouth and picked up the empty bottle. She popped the bottle in the bin, and put the peg back in the drawer, before rinsing the funnel and putting it back in the cupboard.
Chapter 2 (a)
Several days later, Amanda came home from University for the weekend. The sassy, arrogant, self-assured 18 yr old loved to have a helpless plaything to tease, torment and ultimately destroy. Whenever she came home from University she brought lots of new ideas for making Joseph suffer. This time was no exception.
It was 7.30 on Friday evening when Amanda's battered old Honda pulled into the driveway. Smiling broadly, petite, blonde, blue eyed Amanda turned off the engine and ratcheted up the handbrake. She looked sexy in a playful, little girl way. She had put her hair up in bunches, she wore her black round lensed spectacles. She wore a pink t-shirt top with white edging at the neck and on the sleeves, with a picture of a fairy on the front; she wore a pleated white mini skirt, and black knee high boots, with 3 inch block heels. She had worn the boots without socks for some time every day for the last 3 weeks. Infact, she had worn them like that for the last 3 hours as she drove from University. Despite the warmth of the day she had had the car's heater on, blowing hot air on her feet. She was amazed how wet they felt.
As she twisted round in her seat and placed her feet on the gravel floor, she was amused to feel her insoles squishing beneath her wet soles. She was also reminded of the special liner she was wearing in her panties.
Singing gaily, Amanda opened the trunk of her car and collected her bags. With one slung over her shoulder, and one in each hand the playful girl marched up to the front door. She smiled, and pressed the doorbell with the tip of her nose. As she waited for the door to open, she felt a rumble in her stomach, knowing what was coming she sighed with relief as a wet fart came from her. She wiggled her hips as it came.
Suddenly the door opened. Amanda smiled up at her mother. Caroline smiled back, then hugged her daughter tight, before taking the bags from her hands and ushering her inside. After a brief chat, Amanda said "I'd like to say hi to Joseph if that's okay."
Her mother laughed, Amanda was always in a hurry to see Joseph. Caroline smiled, imagining the torments her headstrong and wonderfully inventive daughter had in store. "Go on up" she said, and laughed to see Amanda's beaming smile.
Amanda fairly raced up the stairs. As she neared the top she shouted out "Hi there Joey, guess who?" She ran into his bedroom and stopped, hands on hips, to stare at him. She loved to just take in the difference in their positions. There she was, 18, athletic, able to go out when she wanted, buy things, go to University, live basically; and there was Joseph, trapped, helpless, powerless, vegetating, doomed. She laughed. "Poor old Joey," she said out loud, as she walked over to his side.
She stood looking down at him, then reached out her slender right hand to pinch his nostrils shut. When he opened his mouth to breathe she spat a glob of phlegm into his mouth, laughing to see his eyes react. "Don'tcha like that Jo?" she asked in mock sympathy. "I made it special." She couldn't help giggling. "That's not all I've got specially for you." She stepped away. "How 'bout I make you a sandwich? Huh Joe, ya like?" Joe was helpless to do anything else but watch. "I'll be back in a jiffy," she told him, "don't go away!" This last was followed by mean laughter.
Across the hall from Joey's bedroom was a second kitchen. Since he lived up there, it was more convenient than running up and down stairs. Amanda fetched a plate, and placed it on the table. Then she sat on a kitchen chair, and crossed her right leg. With a sly smile she slipped off her right boot to reveal a sweat soaked foot, with a piece of stale bread stuck to it. This bread had been in her boot for 5 hours, it was wet, soggy, stinky and virtually black. It had bits of dead skin and sock lint in it, and it stank of her foot sweat. Amanda could barely stand the smell. She carefully took the bread from her foot and placed it on the plate. Smiling, she put her boot back on, and repeated the action with her left foot. Her left was even sweatier than her right and she had tow work very carefully not to tear the bread. She could clearly see the sahpe of her foot and toes in the revolting morsel. She put that boot on as well.
Now she had two blackened pieces of sweat and foot gunk impregnated bread on a plate. She smiled. Reaching up under her skirt she tugged down her hot wet panties. There, in the crotch, and up where her butt cheeks had been only moments before, was a large piece of beef. She shook her head, amazed at her own devious cruelty. "I'm a sick bitch!" she thought, laughing gleefully. She peeled the beef from the crotch and rear of her panties and slapped it down on the bread. She couldn't begin to imagine the mingled scents, fluids and flavours that must have accumulated on the piece of meat during the hot and sweaty journey home. She was aware that sweat had been trickling down her back, in between her cheeks all the way.
She carefully folded the meat, then put the other piece of bread on top. Then she took a knife and sliced the sandwich in half. That done, she marched back in to Joseph. where he waited helpless and scared. She paraded in front of him, showing him the disgusting sandwich she had made. "Are you gonna eat it now?" she asked, sounding so, so sweet. Joseph closed his eyes. Amanda feined upset, "What's wrong, don't you want the nice sandwich I made you?" He closed his eyes again.
Amanda stamped her foot. "Joseph Waterson you are a very rude boy! Really, fancy refusing this nice sandwich, after I took so much time preparing it especially for you." She walked over to him and smacked him hard across the cheek, leaving bright red finger marks. "You are going to eat this sandwich," and at this she wafted it in front of his face, whether you like it or not!!"
She fetched a high chair, positioned it at the side of Joseph's head, and sat down, crossing her slender legs and bobbing her right booted foot in mid-air. She smiled down at Joseph, then reached out her left hand to pinch his nose again. With the sandwich in her right hand she waited, poised. It didn't take long before Joseph's mouth opened. With a triumphal "Ha" Amanda inserted a corner of the sandwich in Joseph's mouth. He refused to bit, so she simply kept hold of his nose, and fed more and more of the disgusting food in. Soon it was all in, and Joseph's cheeks were bulging.
With Amanda's pretty fingers stil holding his nostrils closed, he could either suffocate, or chew and swallow. He knew he didn't dare spit it out. Amanda was capable of making him suffer in all sorts of ways if he annoyed her. Joseph bit into the revolting meal. The bread tasted of sweat, rancid, acidic sweat. The beef filling tasted worse. It was bitter, acrid and revolting. He had to fight desperately not to puke. Amanda watched his suffering with a little smile of self satisfied amusement. She kept hold of his nose the whole time. "That's a good boy," she cooed, as if he were her baby. "Yess, you're a very good boy. I'm sure we'll think of a reward when you've eat it all up." His jaws made small movements as he chewed and swallowed, dragging in air whenever he could. Soon he had eaten the first sandwich.
Smiling, Amanda patted him on the forehead. "Good boy! I knew you were hungry." She said giggling. "Here's the rest." With that she presented the second half. She didn't need to hold his nose this time. Joseph took a bite, ignoring the taste, texture and smell. He focussed on her eyes, which he thought were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Despite her cruelty he found her stunningly atractive. She presented more and more of the sandwich, before soon he was swallowing the last morsel. "Hmmm," she said smiling, "I bet you're thirsty now!" Joseph gave a quick blink.
Amanda hopped down from her chair. Joseph heard her rummaging in the kitchen. She came back a minute later with a few things. She sat above him, and showed him a funnel, a clothes peg and a bottle of cod liver oil. Joseph screamed internally. Amanda smiled. She opened the teeth of the peg and clamped it over his nose. With his mouth open it was easy to slip the funnel in, leting her pour whatever she chose to right down his throat. She smiled, leaned over and spat into the funnel, then she slowly unscrewed the lid on the oil. "Here you go," she said smiling. Her little hand extended with the bottle tilted back. When the neck was over the funnel she tipped it over and smiled to hear the oil glug glug into the plastic funnel.
She sat comfortable and calm as the fouls tasting, thick fluid ran down into Joseph's mouth and on into his stomach. Glug - glug - glug. He was nearly drowning, she was relaxed and happy. He was disgusted, she was joyful. He was paralysed. She was free. She laughed to hear him coughing and spluttering, then bent her wrist to slow the speed of pour. "Don't gutz," she chided him.
Finally the bottle was empty and Joseph was feeling hideously nauseous. "Wow," she said, "you were a thirsty boy." She stood up, took the peg from his nose, slipped the funnel from his mouth and picked up the empty bottle. She popped the bottle in the bin, and put the peg back in the drawer, before rinsing the funnel and putting it back in the cupboard.