Ste Letto
04-28-2003, 10:18 AM
Joseph lay in a sort of stupor for 3 hours as Caroline, Alison and Amanda got ready to go out. At 8.00pm precisely, Kerry and Kirsten arrived to babysit. Caroline greeted them at the door. She grinned to see that the two girls, sisters, were both wearing tight tops, short skirts and flip flops. Kerry, the older by 18 months tilted her head sideways and grinned when Caroline opened the door. With her bleached blonde hair up in pigtails she looked both innocent and deadly all at the same time. Each pigtail was decorated by two red ribbons, one at the head end, and one close to the other end. Her sister, Kirsten, wore her black hair loose, letting it cascade about her pale face in wanton flicks and curls. She smiled, popped her chewing gum and rolled her eyes.
"Come in girls, Joseph's ready and waiting upstairs." All three smiled slyly, after all, Joseph was hardly in a position to be going out anywhere. "May we go up and see him?" asked Kirsten with mock seriousness. Caroline smiled, shook her head slowly left to right and said, "Sure, why not?" The girls ran up the stairs. Kirsten's footfalls echoed, shaking the creaking staircase.
Kerry was taller than her sister, and lighter, with a slender, dancer's build. She had long slender arms, and legs, hands and feet. Even her breasts were small, giving her a somewhat boyish look. Kirsten, on the other hand, was a little squat, not fat, but solid and heavy, with a little belly on her and a bum. Boys seemed to like her bum, and she liked the attention it got her in tight shorts.
They crossed the room to where Joseph sat, slightly raised. Looking down, Kirsten popped her gum. "Hiya Joseph," she said saucily, "how ya been?" Joseph stared up, mute and powerless. "I said," she paused to pop her gum again, "how ya been?" Joseph still could not answer. "Not taling to me ehh?" she asked cruelly. "Maybe I can make you talk." With that she kicked off her flip flops and used her pudgy toes to press the lever that moved Joseph to a flat position. Smiling, Kirsten hopped up onto his air filled mattress. Her feet sank in a little as she stepped around. She put her right foot on his right thigh, her left on his left. The bones bent down, creaking beneath her weighty frame. She bounced on her toes, bending her knees at the same time. In time with each bounce she said "Are - ya - gonna - talk - now?" She giggled at her own cruelty to the helpless cripple boy. It amused her to think he was 5 years older than her yet helpless below her feet. She raised her right foot, then slammed the heel down on his knee. Joseph's face creased in pain. She raised her left foot, and banged that down on his left knee. Joseph looked even more pained and his eyes began to water.
She did this five more times, each time pausing a little longer between stamps and using a bit more strength when she brought her foot down. Finally she stepped between his legs and began prodding with her toe at his crotch. "Kerry," she said sweetly, "fetch us a book would ya?" Kerry grinned up at her sister. "Sure kid." She crossed the room to a large book case and was soon back with a heavy, solid, leather bound encyclopedia. "Where d'ya wan' it?" she asked. "Under his balls," Kirsten said, laughing. Kerry slid the book into place, below his covered crotch. "That's no good," complained Kirsten.
Kerry smiled, and reached for Joseph's pants. They were designed for easy removal, and in seconds his cock and balls were bared to the sight of the two evil girls. Kerry traced the tip of her index finger along the side of Joseph's flacid cock. Her red painted nail was somewhat chipped and dirty. She reached the head of his cock, and brought all her nails to bare. On a sudden cruel whim she used all her nails to attack the vulnerable head of his cock. Joseph's eyes rolled in his skull. She drove her nails in until drops of blood ran free.
Letting go, she watched it flop onto the leather cover of the book. His cock and balls now lay, raised, on the book's cover. As Kerry watched, smiling, Kirsten pressed her grimy toes to the head of Joseph's cock, where her own nails had been only moments before. She laughed to see Kirsten flaten his cock head almost to nothing. She laughed even more when Kirsten twisted her plump calf, ankle and foot as if trying to put out a cigarette. Joseph's eyes were watering profusely now. He was in agony.
Kirsten moved her toes off his knob, then targeted his left ballsac. Her plump toes all came down together to press on the soft squishy mass. She caught it under her toes, then wiggled them side to side. "Do you think it would squidge up between my toes like mincemeat if I put all my weight on it?" she asked Kerry. "Go for it," her laughing sister replied, "nobody's gonna mind!" Kirsten put her tongue in the corner of her mouth, smiling in concentration. Her foot wobbled side to side as she applied more pressure. Joseph's nut turned red, distending into a strange donut like shape. The skin grew taut, the veins standing out. Joseph tried to move, to scream, to do anyhting to defend himself but his paralysis held him firm; as firm as the toes of this demoness who tormented him.
His ballsac screamed for relief. Kirsten maintained the massive pressure. "I don't know," she began, "I might let him keep it, after all, they're handy to torture." She lifted her toes free. Kerry lifted the bruised and swollen gonad on her slender fingers, then turned it left and right. She slowly closed her grip upon it and began to squeeze. She didn't just grip and grip, tighter and tighter, she pulsed her grip, sending seismic shock like waves of pain through Joseph's already pain wracked groin and body. The two girls took up a conversation about boys, bands, work and telly. They chatted for fifteen minutes as Kerry continued squeezing on and off again and again.
Finally she stepped back. "Hey Kirsten", Kerry said, her voice full of malice, "how abou," she paused, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, "how about, Cannonball!" Her voice dropped as she said this last. Kisrsten grinned. "Cannonball?" she asked knowingly. "Yeahhhh!!!" said Kerry. "Hmmmm!" Kirsten began, pretending to consider, "OK!" Kerry laughed. Kirsten stepped to Joseph's right, facing away from him. "Onnnne", she said, flexing her knees, "Twoooooo", she went on, laughing, "Threee!" On three she leapt slightly in the air, then let herself fall. Her big bum came down, like a cannonball, on Joseph's belly. He passed out from the pain.
He awoke to find Kirsten's big feet on his face, side by side. The monitors built into his chair told her he was awake. "Lick them now Joey, to say thankyou for taking care of you." He was a little slow in putting out his tongue, so Kirsten signalled her sister to step on. Suddenly Joseph had Kerry's bare feet sinking into his red and sore midriff. His tongue set to work. He rasped it from sole to heel on Kirsten's left foot. She sighed, "Hmmm that feels nice." He ran it down again. Then he licked round and rond her heel, swallowing dust, dirt and dead skin. He worked into all the ridges. Meanwhile, Kerry began to march on his poor belly. He felt sick and dizzy, and pained. Kerry pointed her toes to burrow into his rubber flesh, attacking his internal organs. By moving her foot about Kirsten made him clean the toes and everything.
When both feet were done to hers satisfaction, she swapped places with Kerry. Kerry's feet were strangely tangy. They had been bare and unwashed for over a week. They had resided in the same pair of socks, and the same pair of sneakers for the past 5 days. Joseph nibbled, licked and swallowed.
The girls spent a happy two hours using his face as a footrest as they removed their old nail varnish and put on new. Then they manoeuvred his chair into a corner and fetched a mattress. They tossed the mattress on top of him and put a bottom sheet on it. They fetched pillows and a blanket, then got ready for bed. Giggling to themselves the pretty young things got into bed and soon feel asleep. Joseph lay awake below them, in mute and motionless despair.
"Come in girls, Joseph's ready and waiting upstairs." All three smiled slyly, after all, Joseph was hardly in a position to be going out anywhere. "May we go up and see him?" asked Kirsten with mock seriousness. Caroline smiled, shook her head slowly left to right and said, "Sure, why not?" The girls ran up the stairs. Kirsten's footfalls echoed, shaking the creaking staircase.
Kerry was taller than her sister, and lighter, with a slender, dancer's build. She had long slender arms, and legs, hands and feet. Even her breasts were small, giving her a somewhat boyish look. Kirsten, on the other hand, was a little squat, not fat, but solid and heavy, with a little belly on her and a bum. Boys seemed to like her bum, and she liked the attention it got her in tight shorts.
They crossed the room to where Joseph sat, slightly raised. Looking down, Kirsten popped her gum. "Hiya Joseph," she said saucily, "how ya been?" Joseph stared up, mute and powerless. "I said," she paused to pop her gum again, "how ya been?" Joseph still could not answer. "Not taling to me ehh?" she asked cruelly. "Maybe I can make you talk." With that she kicked off her flip flops and used her pudgy toes to press the lever that moved Joseph to a flat position. Smiling, Kirsten hopped up onto his air filled mattress. Her feet sank in a little as she stepped around. She put her right foot on his right thigh, her left on his left. The bones bent down, creaking beneath her weighty frame. She bounced on her toes, bending her knees at the same time. In time with each bounce she said "Are - ya - gonna - talk - now?" She giggled at her own cruelty to the helpless cripple boy. It amused her to think he was 5 years older than her yet helpless below her feet. She raised her right foot, then slammed the heel down on his knee. Joseph's face creased in pain. She raised her left foot, and banged that down on his left knee. Joseph looked even more pained and his eyes began to water.
She did this five more times, each time pausing a little longer between stamps and using a bit more strength when she brought her foot down. Finally she stepped between his legs and began prodding with her toe at his crotch. "Kerry," she said sweetly, "fetch us a book would ya?" Kerry grinned up at her sister. "Sure kid." She crossed the room to a large book case and was soon back with a heavy, solid, leather bound encyclopedia. "Where d'ya wan' it?" she asked. "Under his balls," Kirsten said, laughing. Kerry slid the book into place, below his covered crotch. "That's no good," complained Kirsten.
Kerry smiled, and reached for Joseph's pants. They were designed for easy removal, and in seconds his cock and balls were bared to the sight of the two evil girls. Kerry traced the tip of her index finger along the side of Joseph's flacid cock. Her red painted nail was somewhat chipped and dirty. She reached the head of his cock, and brought all her nails to bare. On a sudden cruel whim she used all her nails to attack the vulnerable head of his cock. Joseph's eyes rolled in his skull. She drove her nails in until drops of blood ran free.
Letting go, she watched it flop onto the leather cover of the book. His cock and balls now lay, raised, on the book's cover. As Kerry watched, smiling, Kirsten pressed her grimy toes to the head of Joseph's cock, where her own nails had been only moments before. She laughed to see Kirsten flaten his cock head almost to nothing. She laughed even more when Kirsten twisted her plump calf, ankle and foot as if trying to put out a cigarette. Joseph's eyes were watering profusely now. He was in agony.
Kirsten moved her toes off his knob, then targeted his left ballsac. Her plump toes all came down together to press on the soft squishy mass. She caught it under her toes, then wiggled them side to side. "Do you think it would squidge up between my toes like mincemeat if I put all my weight on it?" she asked Kerry. "Go for it," her laughing sister replied, "nobody's gonna mind!" Kirsten put her tongue in the corner of her mouth, smiling in concentration. Her foot wobbled side to side as she applied more pressure. Joseph's nut turned red, distending into a strange donut like shape. The skin grew taut, the veins standing out. Joseph tried to move, to scream, to do anyhting to defend himself but his paralysis held him firm; as firm as the toes of this demoness who tormented him.
His ballsac screamed for relief. Kirsten maintained the massive pressure. "I don't know," she began, "I might let him keep it, after all, they're handy to torture." She lifted her toes free. Kerry lifted the bruised and swollen gonad on her slender fingers, then turned it left and right. She slowly closed her grip upon it and began to squeeze. She didn't just grip and grip, tighter and tighter, she pulsed her grip, sending seismic shock like waves of pain through Joseph's already pain wracked groin and body. The two girls took up a conversation about boys, bands, work and telly. They chatted for fifteen minutes as Kerry continued squeezing on and off again and again.
Finally she stepped back. "Hey Kirsten", Kerry said, her voice full of malice, "how abou," she paused, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, "how about, Cannonball!" Her voice dropped as she said this last. Kisrsten grinned. "Cannonball?" she asked knowingly. "Yeahhhh!!!" said Kerry. "Hmmmm!" Kirsten began, pretending to consider, "OK!" Kerry laughed. Kirsten stepped to Joseph's right, facing away from him. "Onnnne", she said, flexing her knees, "Twoooooo", she went on, laughing, "Threee!" On three she leapt slightly in the air, then let herself fall. Her big bum came down, like a cannonball, on Joseph's belly. He passed out from the pain.
He awoke to find Kirsten's big feet on his face, side by side. The monitors built into his chair told her he was awake. "Lick them now Joey, to say thankyou for taking care of you." He was a little slow in putting out his tongue, so Kirsten signalled her sister to step on. Suddenly Joseph had Kerry's bare feet sinking into his red and sore midriff. His tongue set to work. He rasped it from sole to heel on Kirsten's left foot. She sighed, "Hmmm that feels nice." He ran it down again. Then he licked round and rond her heel, swallowing dust, dirt and dead skin. He worked into all the ridges. Meanwhile, Kerry began to march on his poor belly. He felt sick and dizzy, and pained. Kerry pointed her toes to burrow into his rubber flesh, attacking his internal organs. By moving her foot about Kirsten made him clean the toes and everything.
When both feet were done to hers satisfaction, she swapped places with Kerry. Kerry's feet were strangely tangy. They had been bare and unwashed for over a week. They had resided in the same pair of socks, and the same pair of sneakers for the past 5 days. Joseph nibbled, licked and swallowed.
The girls spent a happy two hours using his face as a footrest as they removed their old nail varnish and put on new. Then they manoeuvred his chair into a corner and fetched a mattress. They tossed the mattress on top of him and put a bottom sheet on it. They fetched pillows and a blanket, then got ready for bed. Giggling to themselves the pretty young things got into bed and soon feel asleep. Joseph lay awake below them, in mute and motionless despair.