“Lola! Could you hurry up please?”
Her mother's voice echoed from the living room.
The 17 year old teenager rolled with her eyes. Since her step-brother Martin was living with them he was a pain in the ass. But after his father had to go overseas it had become worse.
The boy was a brat. Acting like an 18 year old college-jock while in reality he was 15 and not even in the slightest way attractive. He was a nerd and he always annoyed Lola with his impudent behavior and stupid comments for everything. He thought he'd be clever, but he was just dumb.
But her mother Jane was trying her best to make the family grow together, so she always arranged some family times twice a week and forced the kids to play games together.
Today Martin was allowed to chose the game again. And from all of possible games he came up with this stupid “Game of Life” board game.
It was a boring last hour and of course he was on the last fields and close to winning again.
That was too much for Lola and she had to take a short bathroom break. Where she messaged her best friend how bored she was and how much she hated her step brother.
Now mother was hurrying her up and she knew the break was over.
She put her cellphone back in the back of her shorts, flushed the toilet without having used it and went back in the living room.
Martin was still sitting at the table in his lazy-ass boxer shorts and a lose old Led Zeppelin t-shirt from his dad, loking like an homeless person. He was grinning and turned the wheel on the board game again. It was obvious that it was the last move on the board and he won....again.
“I win!” he yelled while holding his arms in the air.
“Damn, Martin. You always win in this game. Don't you ever get bored with that?” Lola asked the teenager.
“Who would ever get bored of winning? Boys 1, girls zeeerooooo!” he proclaimed and even Lola's mother raised an eyebrow.
Lola sat down again at the table. “'So how about playing a more physical game?” she knew that Martin was not into sports. He was not even slightest into physical activities. Not like her.
“I bet I can beat you in an arm-wrestling match!” she grinned.
“Pwah” Martin made a disparaging sound, “no way that a girl will beat me in that!”
“Interesting. So my step son really is thinking in that old-fashioned way?” Jane looked at her son with a scrutinizing stare. “I thought we are living in the 21st century now.”
“Come on, Mum.” Martin said while Lola cringed, she still didn't like when that boy called HER mother “mum”. And she was sure, she would never get used to that.
“It's just a physical law. I am stronger than her and she can't beat me. That bet is already won!” he insisted.
“So what do you want if YOU win the match?” Lola asked curiously. She was sure he would come up with something really dumb.
“Mhh...” Martin was thinking hard and then snapped his fingers when he had the idea.
“OK! If I win, you'll do my chores for the rest of the month, including tidying my room. That will be great!” the boy said in winning confidence, “You know, you won't even beat me, if you'd tie me to this chair!”
Lola just laughed and said “OK”, but Jane made a very surprised face. This cocky behavior of Martin made her mad. She didn't like his attitude and now he crossed a line that made her wanting to act.
“Ok, Martin. Let's see...” she rose from the table and walked over to the open kitchen while she was still talking to the boy:”I think we should prove your point. I think I got something here for that.”
Lola, stopped laughing and watched what her mother was doing, when she returned with two rolls of heavy duty cotton rope from the kitchen. “Lola agrees to your terms.” She nodded to her daughter with a smile,
“Let's tie you up to the chair then.” she said and started to unroll the rope and wiggled it over Martin who was surprised and wasn't sure anymore, if that has been a good idea at all.
“Mum, that was a joke.” Martin laughed, still thinking that Jane would be kidding.
“Yep, maybe. But you said it and now we wanna know if you are capable of winning even tied to the chair like you said you'd do. Please take the shirt off. Your dad is going to be mad, if the rope damages it.”
“I...” Martin took the shirt off and revealed his little bit chubby upper body. He was not fat, but also not ripped or muscular. He was rather average tending to the portly side. He was not fighting back, he still laughed the situation away. “I don't think I could arm-wrestle without my arms!” he said.
She took him by the shoulder and pushed his back to the chair, while wrapping the rope around his belly and breast tightly. It looked funny.
“Don't worry.” Jane said with a smile, while she was now tying his left arm behind the back-rest. “I will let your right arm free, so you will have a fair chance.”
Lola was laughing about the scene in front of her. She loved her mother so dearly.
This was just awesome.
Then Jane knelt in front of the chair and even tied Martin's bare legs to the legs of the chair. Immobilizing the boy completely, except his right arm.
“So... I think the match can begin.” she proclaimed with a deep breath.
Martin looked a bit worried. Of course he could move his arm, but because he was fixated to the back of the chair, he wasn't able to reach the table.
Lola who saw him struggling with his arms came to help and she shoved the whole table closer to the boy until it touched his chest and trapped him between table and seat.
“Now..” she said an put her arm in the typical arm-wrestling pose in front of Martin's face. “let's see what you're capable of!”
“Wait!” Jane interrupted the both. “You still did not say what you want if Martin loses.”
Lola thought for a moment, imitating the stupid attitude that the boy was showing before including the annoying snap of her fingers and a loud “Hah!”.
“If I win...” she made a dramatic pause. “If I win I want to get rid of your stupid comments and annoying behavior for a while. So if I win you let me gag you with a scarf and tie up your right arm as well for the rest of the day! Deal?”
Martin looked at her in disbelief. “You can't be honest about that?! I can't be tied to that chair for the whole day, that's stupid!”.
Jane held her hand up, “Well Martin, that's the rules, she made her bet, you made your bet and I think you could survive a couple of hours on that chair. But like you said, she can't win anyway, right?” she looked at the boy with a poker-face.
Martin sighed and took a deep breath “OK, deal. But you won't win anyway.” he said in a bratty voice to his step-sister.
He placed his arm on the table and his sister grabbed his wrist. They both were ready.
Jane held her hand over the intertwined hands of her kids and counted three to zero.
3...
2...
“are you ready..?”
1....
the kids nodded.
GO!
Instead of pushing, Lola pulled for a split second made Martin wondering what she is doing.
And with a loud BANG! Lola slammed Martin's arm to the table instantly. The match was lost to him before Martin even realized what happened.
“LOSER!” His step-sister yelled into his face and jumped from her chair, laughing out loud.
She took her scarf from the cupboard and returned to the boy who was sitting there, staring at his hand and arm who just made him lose against that girl. He still couldn't believe it. And his jaw was still dropped when Lola wrapped her scarf around his head into his mouth and made a knot.
“Mhhhhjfffffhhfmm” he tried to complain, but it was too late. He tried to pull back his free arm, as he realized that Lola tried to tie it up as well.
“Mum!” Lola whined “he is trying to be a killjoy!”
Jane stood up and walked over to help her daughter. Together they managed to get Martin's right arm under control and finally tied him up completely. There he was, tied up and gagged, only wearing his boxer shorts.
Now that was a sight. Lola shoved the table back, so Martin's chair was standing more freely and they could admire their work.
“Mmmfffffhmmm” Martin was complaining something, but it was less annoying as his victory claims would have been. Both females giggled and high-fived each other.
Lola took her cellphone from her back-pocket and took a photo. “Smile for the camera, loser!”
- to be continued
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Re: The chair
Martin stared in disbelief at his step-sister taking pictures of his embarrassing situation. He gave his step-mother a pleading stare, but she didn't noticed or simply ignored him.
The phone rang and Jane was walking over to the station to pick up. It seemed to be her work and she started to talk while running through the house.
“Oh Martin, look at you.” She smirked like a devil. “If the girls in your class could see you like this. I think those pictures are pure gold.” She giggled and Martin's head turned red. She sat down to the chair left to Martin.
“Oh come-on!” Lola said “don't be such a grumpy loser. Try to laugh about it, or at least give me a smile. Or I'll make you do.”
Their mother returned and placed the phone on the docking station, while she was talking she took place on the chair to Martin's right side: “It was the hospital. They need someone to take over Angela's shift. I fear I will have to go in a few minutes. Do you guys get along together?”
“Of course mum, but first you could help me make him laugh before we untie him.” Lola said while she bent down to Martin's feet and pulled his sock from his right foot and started to tickle him.
Martin screamed “NNNnh” in his gag and then started to laugh out loud. Jane giggled and did the same on Martin's other left foot. Now the two of them tickled the poor tied up boy's feet merciless. He screamed in forced laughter and his tormentors laughed as well.
“See, it's not that hard to give your sister a smile.” Jane said to her now heavily breathing step-son.
She looked at her watch and fell into hurry. “Oh damn, today the traffic will be horrible, I got to go asap.” She rushed through the room, gathering her stuff together, while Martin waited for her to untie him. His sister relaxed on the chair to his right and rested her feet on his chair. She placed her heels on the free spot in front of his crotch, took her cell-phone from the table again and typed something, completely ignoring him all of a sudden.
Martin stared at Lola's bare feet right in front of his groin.
Jane came back fully dressed and ready to go: “Oh and Lola, can you please untie your brother. I think he learned his lessen, right Martin?” She looked at the poor lad who nodded excessively.
“Ok Mum.” Lola answered and got up to her feet. She hugged her mother and walked behind Martin to untie him. Jane walked towards the main door and turned around a last time, yelling: “I've put some money on the kitchen sideboard for you to order pizza.”
“Perfect.” Lola said and waved her mother good-bye. Then she fondled on the ropes again. Martin looked so relieved. Then the kids heard the door close and Jane was gone.
And the ropes just been pulled a bit tighter. And to Martin's surprise Lola came back in front of the chair, sat down in front of him and placed her feet back in front of his crotch again.
She was staring into his eyes.
There was a strange sensation running through her spine, when Lola thought for a moment about the situation. Untie him, leave him like that? This was the perfect moment for payback.
All the annoying months she had to endure this brat's behavior. No, this will end today.
She was determined to make sure that he won't forget today's lesson.
She gave him a gentle tap right into his groin. The sudden impact on his genitals through the boxer-shorts caught Martin by surprise. He gave out a yell, more due to the shock than actual pain, it didn't hurt as much, since she didn't caught his balls, but this was definitely wrong.
“You moron! You're annoying me!” she hissed at her step-brother angrily. “Do you have the slightest idea how angry you made me?” With that she buried her right foot into Martin's crotch.
Her sole trapped his dick inside his boxers and to Martin's shame the pressure had a completely different effect on the boy than Lola intended. He started to become hard.
Feeling the movement under her bare feet, Lola took her foot away and stared at Martin's growing bulge. “What the fuck?? You pervert! Are you getting a boner?!”
She kicked at the bulge, this time with more force and hollered ”GROSS!”.
Martin convulsed or at least his body tried to as good as it could while being tied to the chair-back.
He coughed an “OMHPFHHH” into the scarf and was in total shock.
Lola got on her feet and scolded her brother with her fists in her hip: “How dare you! This is embarrassing! I am your step-sister!” And she walked away, her fingers between her lips, thinking hard about what to do next.
Should she just untie him and forget about it, or should she just leave him here to rot until Jane comes home? On the other hand she had planned to torment him a bit to get her revenge, but with him getting a boner, this was a bit over the top, wasn't it? Otherwise...maybe she could...just a bit...
The phone rang and Jane was walking over to the station to pick up. It seemed to be her work and she started to talk while running through the house.
“Oh Martin, look at you.” She smirked like a devil. “If the girls in your class could see you like this. I think those pictures are pure gold.” She giggled and Martin's head turned red. She sat down to the chair left to Martin.
“Oh come-on!” Lola said “don't be such a grumpy loser. Try to laugh about it, or at least give me a smile. Or I'll make you do.”
Their mother returned and placed the phone on the docking station, while she was talking she took place on the chair to Martin's right side: “It was the hospital. They need someone to take over Angela's shift. I fear I will have to go in a few minutes. Do you guys get along together?”
“Of course mum, but first you could help me make him laugh before we untie him.” Lola said while she bent down to Martin's feet and pulled his sock from his right foot and started to tickle him.
Martin screamed “NNNnh” in his gag and then started to laugh out loud. Jane giggled and did the same on Martin's other left foot. Now the two of them tickled the poor tied up boy's feet merciless. He screamed in forced laughter and his tormentors laughed as well.
“See, it's not that hard to give your sister a smile.” Jane said to her now heavily breathing step-son.
She looked at her watch and fell into hurry. “Oh damn, today the traffic will be horrible, I got to go asap.” She rushed through the room, gathering her stuff together, while Martin waited for her to untie him. His sister relaxed on the chair to his right and rested her feet on his chair. She placed her heels on the free spot in front of his crotch, took her cell-phone from the table again and typed something, completely ignoring him all of a sudden.
Martin stared at Lola's bare feet right in front of his groin.
Jane came back fully dressed and ready to go: “Oh and Lola, can you please untie your brother. I think he learned his lessen, right Martin?” She looked at the poor lad who nodded excessively.
“Ok Mum.” Lola answered and got up to her feet. She hugged her mother and walked behind Martin to untie him. Jane walked towards the main door and turned around a last time, yelling: “I've put some money on the kitchen sideboard for you to order pizza.”
“Perfect.” Lola said and waved her mother good-bye. Then she fondled on the ropes again. Martin looked so relieved. Then the kids heard the door close and Jane was gone.
And the ropes just been pulled a bit tighter. And to Martin's surprise Lola came back in front of the chair, sat down in front of him and placed her feet back in front of his crotch again.
She was staring into his eyes.
There was a strange sensation running through her spine, when Lola thought for a moment about the situation. Untie him, leave him like that? This was the perfect moment for payback.
All the annoying months she had to endure this brat's behavior. No, this will end today.
She was determined to make sure that he won't forget today's lesson.
She gave him a gentle tap right into his groin. The sudden impact on his genitals through the boxer-shorts caught Martin by surprise. He gave out a yell, more due to the shock than actual pain, it didn't hurt as much, since she didn't caught his balls, but this was definitely wrong.
“You moron! You're annoying me!” she hissed at her step-brother angrily. “Do you have the slightest idea how angry you made me?” With that she buried her right foot into Martin's crotch.
Her sole trapped his dick inside his boxers and to Martin's shame the pressure had a completely different effect on the boy than Lola intended. He started to become hard.
Feeling the movement under her bare feet, Lola took her foot away and stared at Martin's growing bulge. “What the fuck?? You pervert! Are you getting a boner?!”
She kicked at the bulge, this time with more force and hollered ”GROSS!”.
Martin convulsed or at least his body tried to as good as it could while being tied to the chair-back.
He coughed an “OMHPFHHH” into the scarf and was in total shock.
Lola got on her feet and scolded her brother with her fists in her hip: “How dare you! This is embarrassing! I am your step-sister!” And she walked away, her fingers between her lips, thinking hard about what to do next.
Should she just untie him and forget about it, or should she just leave him here to rot until Jane comes home? On the other hand she had planned to torment him a bit to get her revenge, but with him getting a boner, this was a bit over the top, wasn't it? Otherwise...maybe she could...just a bit...
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Re: The chair
Martin was in panic. Being tied up for fun was one thing, being tickled as well, but now, this was humiliating for the 15 year old boy. Still being unable to get out of this chair, alone with his step-sister and a raging boner in his shorts, he was completely at her mercy.
His boner was straining painfully against the boxer-shorts. The way he was sitting to the chair with his legs tied to the sides of the chair as well made it impossible to ease.
Then Lola came back. She stopped right before him and bent down to look at his tent. She was ogling the outline of his straining member with curious eyes. Then she poked it with her index finger.
Martin was trying to stop her and mumbled something inarticulately in the gag.
“Oh shut up, Martin!” Lola said with a grin. “You know what? I am going to have a better look at that!” she giggled and poked his swollen member again through the boxers.
Martin shook his head, slowly panicking as she ran to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors. *snipsnip* she snipped the scissors open and close a few times in the air.
Martin froze, she wouldn't do that, right? That was just to tease him. She couldn't be seriously thinking....
Lola knelt in front of the chair. Way to close to his crotch, her eyes wandering over his body and stopped right at his pulsating tent. She took the scissor and poked the bulge with the tip, playfully first. But when she noticed Martin's reaction, she pressed the tip a bit harder into his member.
“My my..there is something hiding down there... I wonder what it is?!” the girl teased her step-brother.
Martin grunted. He was in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His mind raced and the hormones shooting out of his ears.
Then she really did it. She placed the open shears on his thighs and slid one blade of them into the right leg of his boxer-shorts.
“Then let's unwrap this surprise...” Lola said.
She bit her lip, giving Martin a mischievous grin as she started to cut into the leg of his boxers.
“NNNNnnnn NNNNNnnn” Martin yelled into the scarf.
But Lola didn't stop and scissored the fabric cut for cut until the boxer-shorts were ruined for good.
Martin felt the air on his right leg where the boxers were opened and to his horror he watched his sister turning to his left leg.
“Just hold on Martin, I am done in a few seconds...” and with that she continued her destructive work on his last piece of dignity. His boner already elevated the right side of what remained of his boxers, but in a few cuts..snip snip snip....
“Let's see...” Lola said as the left leg of the shorts was severed as well.
“NNNNNnnnNNNnnNNnnnNNNnn” Martin yelled and shook his head.
And with a slow motion, she grabbed the damaged waistband and then quickly pulled the fabric away, ripping the other half of the shorts violently from below her step-brother's butt and with that leaving the boy exposed naked in front of her. Martin's dick sprang up in a dancing motion. Twitching and throbbing it presendet itself in front of Lola's surprised eyes!
Dang! Bummer!
“WHAT THE FUCK?!!” Lola couldn't look away, but she didn't expected that. That was no penis, that was a giant slug! It was thick and big. But it it had a strange discolored skin tone, was not circumcised and it's weird curved down banana-shape made this the most ridiculous dick she'd haver seen. It was ugly as fuck! And it was twitching up and down. The bulbous glans was fat and half covered in foreskin. The part she could see was wet and purple. She stared at it with open mouth, unable to say anything. She wanted to comment it....but was overwhelmed by that view.
She couldn't hold back and started to laugh like mad. She fell backwards to the floor, pointing at that hideous erection and couldn't stop laughing.
Martin's head hung low. He was embarrassed beyond belief and his face was beet-red.
Lola got back up and watched that thing in front of her wiggle and throbbing.
She managed to get her eyes off and looked into Martin's shocked eyes.
“Oh my gawd! You just lost the dick lottery. Bwahaha.” She was caught by a laughing fit again.
“Look at that!” she said and poked his shaft with the tip of the scissors.
Martin flinched, no boy wanted to have any scissors nearby his penis.
Lola's poking made it bounce.
“What did you do to it? Oh dang! That's gross! Does it have a disease or something?” she was giggling and Martin shook his head.
“Maybe it would be better if I just...” she didn't say anything but she opened the scissors.
“MMMFFFFFFFFMFMFMF” Martin yelled something and he was shaking in the chair what made his dick bounce around even more.
Lola's hands came closer with the shears and placed the blades around Martin's shaft teasingly. She closed them just a bit, so they trapped his swollen member between them. They didn't cut nor being painful but Martin was crying out loudly into the scarf in fear.
“Oh come on! It would just be a remedy for you and the female world!” Lola laughed out loud while making Martin's dick wiggle with the scissors.
“Do you wanna keep that?” she playfully teased her step-brother who hastily nodded.
He looked so dumb. Lola was reminded of that James Bond movie Casino royal, where James Bond was tied to a chair and the bad guy was beating the crap out of his balls.
“Well, if you insist of keeping that ugly cock... I think that means you will also have to live with an ugly cock.” She didn't know why, but thought this would be funny.
Martin nodded and made some agreeing sounds. At least it sounded like an agreement.
“And you know what else?” she looked at her step-brother with a wicked grin.
“Mhhh?” that was more or less understandable.
“You will live with a sister who knows that you got an ugly cock.”
Martin sighed.
“An ugly, deformed, uncut, weird and slimy looking slug!” she laughed out “And maybe..just maybe.. I won't tell every girl in school about it. Haha”
Martin shook his head with a pathetic expression in his face.
She opened the scissors and stood up, placing them on the table and walked into the kitchen area.
Martin watched her rummaging through the drawers.
“Ah, this would do it...” she said but then “oh, or this one...mhhh”.
He felt bad. This was bad. His step-sister had become crazy. But he must been sick as well. Despite the humiliation and the threatening situation, his penis stood at full mast. Even worse, it was throbbing and seems to get harder and harder with every minute he was exposed to her cruel bullying. He watched in fear when she returned back to his chair with some barbeque-tongs in her hand. She had two pairs of them. One were stainless steel tongs that were used for spaghetti and sausages with the 5 finger-like prongs at the end and the others were the heavy duty grilling tongs that looked like big shears with a crocodile mouth with sharp edges.
“Whahhthhhllll???” Martin bellowed in the scarf in disbelief. He shook his head again, when Lola sat down and pulled her chair in front of him. She bent over his exposed lap, grinning at the sight of his throbbing phallus and watched it dance around for a while.
Then she placed the stainless steel tongs with her left hand around his shaft and took hold of his penis with them.
Martin cringed in fear, staring at his penis being pulled with the pronged tongs.
Lola took hold of Martin's dick with her instruments and awkwardly tried to pull his foreskin back. Revealing his fat, wet glans. As she moved his penis around some pre-cum started to leak from the tip.
“Ewwww..look at that! You are such a nasty boy. Why are you even hard like that? Does this turn you on you little freak?” Lola said with honest curiosity.
It was completely odd to her, that her step-brother was hard like that and even when she made fun of his dick, he didn't get rid of his boner.
While she watched his foreskin move around and his penis being mangled by the claws of the tongs, she felt something tingle inside her as well. Was she getting aroused by the power she had over the boy? It definitely wasn't because of this ugly cock monster. Being irritated by her own arousal she became a bit angry and with a swift motion opened the other pair of tongs, that she was holding with her right hand, and grabbed Martin's bulbous glans with the crocodile teeth and pressed down hard.
Martin cried out in pain. Now Lola tried to bend his cock in two different directions at the same time with the tongs. It was an hilarious and hugely satisfying sight for Lola. She didn't know why, but she was feeling so good to see Martin convulse in pain and being sexually tormented like that.
He was breathing heavily, murmuring something into the gag. She removed the left tongs and focused completely to the others, crushing Martin's dick-head.
“Let me see if I can make it straight!” Lola proclaimed.
Now she pulled hard with the tongs. The crocodile teeth were painfully digging into his glans and pulled it away from his body, stretching his dick to it's limit. But Lola still kept pulling.
Martin screamed, but his step-sister only laughed in his face.
The tongs stung badly and it became worse. Lola twisted her wrists and with that twisted Martin's boner by 180 degrees. It looked hilarious.She held it a few seconds in that position and then let go.
Her step-brother's dick switched and twisted back into his regular shape and bounced around funny.
“Hahaha, I wanna see that again!” Lola yelled in excitement and repeated the twisting and stretching.
Martin was yelling at her to stop, but he had no chance and could only endure the pain, when the crocodile teeth of the tongs squeezing his glans every time she twisted his poor penis again.
----to be continued
His boner was straining painfully against the boxer-shorts. The way he was sitting to the chair with his legs tied to the sides of the chair as well made it impossible to ease.
Then Lola came back. She stopped right before him and bent down to look at his tent. She was ogling the outline of his straining member with curious eyes. Then she poked it with her index finger.
Martin was trying to stop her and mumbled something inarticulately in the gag.
“Oh shut up, Martin!” Lola said with a grin. “You know what? I am going to have a better look at that!” she giggled and poked his swollen member again through the boxers.
Martin shook his head, slowly panicking as she ran to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors. *snipsnip* she snipped the scissors open and close a few times in the air.
Martin froze, she wouldn't do that, right? That was just to tease him. She couldn't be seriously thinking....
Lola knelt in front of the chair. Way to close to his crotch, her eyes wandering over his body and stopped right at his pulsating tent. She took the scissor and poked the bulge with the tip, playfully first. But when she noticed Martin's reaction, she pressed the tip a bit harder into his member.
“My my..there is something hiding down there... I wonder what it is?!” the girl teased her step-brother.
Martin grunted. He was in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His mind raced and the hormones shooting out of his ears.
Then she really did it. She placed the open shears on his thighs and slid one blade of them into the right leg of his boxer-shorts.
“Then let's unwrap this surprise...” Lola said.
She bit her lip, giving Martin a mischievous grin as she started to cut into the leg of his boxers.
“NNNNnnnn NNNNNnnn” Martin yelled into the scarf.
But Lola didn't stop and scissored the fabric cut for cut until the boxer-shorts were ruined for good.
Martin felt the air on his right leg where the boxers were opened and to his horror he watched his sister turning to his left leg.
“Just hold on Martin, I am done in a few seconds...” and with that she continued her destructive work on his last piece of dignity. His boner already elevated the right side of what remained of his boxers, but in a few cuts..snip snip snip....
“Let's see...” Lola said as the left leg of the shorts was severed as well.
“NNNNNnnnNNNnnNNnnnNNNnn” Martin yelled and shook his head.
And with a slow motion, she grabbed the damaged waistband and then quickly pulled the fabric away, ripping the other half of the shorts violently from below her step-brother's butt and with that leaving the boy exposed naked in front of her. Martin's dick sprang up in a dancing motion. Twitching and throbbing it presendet itself in front of Lola's surprised eyes!
Dang! Bummer!
“WHAT THE FUCK?!!” Lola couldn't look away, but she didn't expected that. That was no penis, that was a giant slug! It was thick and big. But it it had a strange discolored skin tone, was not circumcised and it's weird curved down banana-shape made this the most ridiculous dick she'd haver seen. It was ugly as fuck! And it was twitching up and down. The bulbous glans was fat and half covered in foreskin. The part she could see was wet and purple. She stared at it with open mouth, unable to say anything. She wanted to comment it....but was overwhelmed by that view.
She couldn't hold back and started to laugh like mad. She fell backwards to the floor, pointing at that hideous erection and couldn't stop laughing.
Martin's head hung low. He was embarrassed beyond belief and his face was beet-red.
Lola got back up and watched that thing in front of her wiggle and throbbing.
She managed to get her eyes off and looked into Martin's shocked eyes.
“Oh my gawd! You just lost the dick lottery. Bwahaha.” She was caught by a laughing fit again.
“Look at that!” she said and poked his shaft with the tip of the scissors.
Martin flinched, no boy wanted to have any scissors nearby his penis.
Lola's poking made it bounce.
“What did you do to it? Oh dang! That's gross! Does it have a disease or something?” she was giggling and Martin shook his head.
“Maybe it would be better if I just...” she didn't say anything but she opened the scissors.
“MMMFFFFFFFFMFMFMF” Martin yelled something and he was shaking in the chair what made his dick bounce around even more.
Lola's hands came closer with the shears and placed the blades around Martin's shaft teasingly. She closed them just a bit, so they trapped his swollen member between them. They didn't cut nor being painful but Martin was crying out loudly into the scarf in fear.
“Oh come on! It would just be a remedy for you and the female world!” Lola laughed out loud while making Martin's dick wiggle with the scissors.
“Do you wanna keep that?” she playfully teased her step-brother who hastily nodded.
He looked so dumb. Lola was reminded of that James Bond movie Casino royal, where James Bond was tied to a chair and the bad guy was beating the crap out of his balls.
“Well, if you insist of keeping that ugly cock... I think that means you will also have to live with an ugly cock.” She didn't know why, but thought this would be funny.
Martin nodded and made some agreeing sounds. At least it sounded like an agreement.
“And you know what else?” she looked at her step-brother with a wicked grin.
“Mhhh?” that was more or less understandable.
“You will live with a sister who knows that you got an ugly cock.”
Martin sighed.
“An ugly, deformed, uncut, weird and slimy looking slug!” she laughed out “And maybe..just maybe.. I won't tell every girl in school about it. Haha”
Martin shook his head with a pathetic expression in his face.
She opened the scissors and stood up, placing them on the table and walked into the kitchen area.
Martin watched her rummaging through the drawers.
“Ah, this would do it...” she said but then “oh, or this one...mhhh”.
He felt bad. This was bad. His step-sister had become crazy. But he must been sick as well. Despite the humiliation and the threatening situation, his penis stood at full mast. Even worse, it was throbbing and seems to get harder and harder with every minute he was exposed to her cruel bullying. He watched in fear when she returned back to his chair with some barbeque-tongs in her hand. She had two pairs of them. One were stainless steel tongs that were used for spaghetti and sausages with the 5 finger-like prongs at the end and the others were the heavy duty grilling tongs that looked like big shears with a crocodile mouth with sharp edges.
“Whahhthhhllll???” Martin bellowed in the scarf in disbelief. He shook his head again, when Lola sat down and pulled her chair in front of him. She bent over his exposed lap, grinning at the sight of his throbbing phallus and watched it dance around for a while.
Then she placed the stainless steel tongs with her left hand around his shaft and took hold of his penis with them.
Martin cringed in fear, staring at his penis being pulled with the pronged tongs.
Lola took hold of Martin's dick with her instruments and awkwardly tried to pull his foreskin back. Revealing his fat, wet glans. As she moved his penis around some pre-cum started to leak from the tip.
“Ewwww..look at that! You are such a nasty boy. Why are you even hard like that? Does this turn you on you little freak?” Lola said with honest curiosity.
It was completely odd to her, that her step-brother was hard like that and even when she made fun of his dick, he didn't get rid of his boner.
While she watched his foreskin move around and his penis being mangled by the claws of the tongs, she felt something tingle inside her as well. Was she getting aroused by the power she had over the boy? It definitely wasn't because of this ugly cock monster. Being irritated by her own arousal she became a bit angry and with a swift motion opened the other pair of tongs, that she was holding with her right hand, and grabbed Martin's bulbous glans with the crocodile teeth and pressed down hard.
Martin cried out in pain. Now Lola tried to bend his cock in two different directions at the same time with the tongs. It was an hilarious and hugely satisfying sight for Lola. She didn't know why, but she was feeling so good to see Martin convulse in pain and being sexually tormented like that.
He was breathing heavily, murmuring something into the gag. She removed the left tongs and focused completely to the others, crushing Martin's dick-head.
“Let me see if I can make it straight!” Lola proclaimed.
Now she pulled hard with the tongs. The crocodile teeth were painfully digging into his glans and pulled it away from his body, stretching his dick to it's limit. But Lola still kept pulling.
Martin screamed, but his step-sister only laughed in his face.
The tongs stung badly and it became worse. Lola twisted her wrists and with that twisted Martin's boner by 180 degrees. It looked hilarious.She held it a few seconds in that position and then let go.
Her step-brother's dick switched and twisted back into his regular shape and bounced around funny.
“Hahaha, I wanna see that again!” Lola yelled in excitement and repeated the twisting and stretching.
Martin was yelling at her to stop, but he had no chance and could only endure the pain, when the crocodile teeth of the tongs squeezing his glans every time she twisted his poor penis again.
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“Look at your deformed sausage, Martin!” she said in funny voice, while watching his dick twist back like a spring for a last time. It bobbed up and down throbbing and dripping pre-cum.
The boy on the chair was groaning. The stinging pain in his glans eased a bit. The crocodile-teeth of the tongs has left a few funny looking imprints on his glans, but didn't do any damage. After a few pulsating pumps of his blood to the mushroom head, the imprints weren't visible anymore.
A river of pre-cum was flowing from his urethra and a thin droplet was hanging from the tip of his penis like a fine thread.
Martin stared at his dick in deep shame. He couldn't believe how mean his sister had become.
He was on the edge of crying tears but at the same time he felt incredibly horny. His boner almost hurt.
His sister opened her pony-tailed brown hair, that was now opening and fell to her shoulders. She then leaned forward and touched Martin's penis. He wasn't prepared for this and was cringing again.
“Mhhhff!” she took hold of his swollen organ and then wrapped her hair-band a couple of times around the base of his dick until it was tightly bound.
“Haha” Lola cheered, “it's getting even bigger!” she let go of his dick that was now bouncing again. Martin could not only feel that she was right, it was clearly visible that the blood flow was reduced and his dick was pumping full of blood.
His veins were swelling and his whole dick was getting larger than life.She watched how that monstrous cock of her little step-brother was twitching and helplessly bouncing in frustration, while the pre-cum still came pumping from the pulsating slit on the tip.
Lola was surprised, despite the strange view in front of her, she felt strangely aroused by this.
And somehow it wasn't the nakedness of Martin, or the view of his penis. It was somehow the power she felt over him and the meaner her thoughts became, the more she felt her juices flow.
She crossed her legs and felt really hot right now.
Martin grunted into his gag, staring at his aching member. Then back to Lola who took her cell-phone from the table and to Martin's dismay started to take pictures of him.
“Martin, that looks so funny!” Lola said teasingly “I can't wait to show these pictures to my friends. They won't believe it.” She giggled.
Martin mumbled in his gag and shook his head while breathing heavily. But Lola didn't stop taking picture after picture from various angles and perspectives.
“Smile Martin, you don't wanna look like a cry-baby!” Lola commented his desperate expression.
She wasn't sure, if she would really show them around. But as long as Martin feared she could do this just gave her another joyful shiver through her body.
“OK OK, calm down!” she said to the poor lad. And sat down on the opposing chair.
“Listen closely” she continued, while tapping Martin's swollen penis with her toes. It bounced.
“If you stop complaining and promise not to tell Mum about this, I will keep this pictures to myself, OK? But...” she paused dramatically while playfully poking his dick around with her foot, “if you continue to annoy me and won't comply, these are going everywhere, to my friends, to yours, on the school's bill-board and worse. And maybe, if you stop fuzzing around and won't make any trouble, I might be nice and not hurt your ugly crooked pecker. Nod, if you understand what I said.”.
Martin nodded. That was his only chance to have these pictures removed and forgotten. At least he had a chance...
The boy on the chair was groaning. The stinging pain in his glans eased a bit. The crocodile-teeth of the tongs has left a few funny looking imprints on his glans, but didn't do any damage. After a few pulsating pumps of his blood to the mushroom head, the imprints weren't visible anymore.
A river of pre-cum was flowing from his urethra and a thin droplet was hanging from the tip of his penis like a fine thread.
Martin stared at his dick in deep shame. He couldn't believe how mean his sister had become.
He was on the edge of crying tears but at the same time he felt incredibly horny. His boner almost hurt.
His sister opened her pony-tailed brown hair, that was now opening and fell to her shoulders. She then leaned forward and touched Martin's penis. He wasn't prepared for this and was cringing again.
“Mhhhff!” she took hold of his swollen organ and then wrapped her hair-band a couple of times around the base of his dick until it was tightly bound.
“Haha” Lola cheered, “it's getting even bigger!” she let go of his dick that was now bouncing again. Martin could not only feel that she was right, it was clearly visible that the blood flow was reduced and his dick was pumping full of blood.
His veins were swelling and his whole dick was getting larger than life.She watched how that monstrous cock of her little step-brother was twitching and helplessly bouncing in frustration, while the pre-cum still came pumping from the pulsating slit on the tip.
Lola was surprised, despite the strange view in front of her, she felt strangely aroused by this.
And somehow it wasn't the nakedness of Martin, or the view of his penis. It was somehow the power she felt over him and the meaner her thoughts became, the more she felt her juices flow.
She crossed her legs and felt really hot right now.
Martin grunted into his gag, staring at his aching member. Then back to Lola who took her cell-phone from the table and to Martin's dismay started to take pictures of him.
“Martin, that looks so funny!” Lola said teasingly “I can't wait to show these pictures to my friends. They won't believe it.” She giggled.
Martin mumbled in his gag and shook his head while breathing heavily. But Lola didn't stop taking picture after picture from various angles and perspectives.
“Smile Martin, you don't wanna look like a cry-baby!” Lola commented his desperate expression.
She wasn't sure, if she would really show them around. But as long as Martin feared she could do this just gave her another joyful shiver through her body.
“OK OK, calm down!” she said to the poor lad. And sat down on the opposing chair.
“Listen closely” she continued, while tapping Martin's swollen penis with her toes. It bounced.
“If you stop complaining and promise not to tell Mum about this, I will keep this pictures to myself, OK? But...” she paused dramatically while playfully poking his dick around with her foot, “if you continue to annoy me and won't comply, these are going everywhere, to my friends, to yours, on the school's bill-board and worse. And maybe, if you stop fuzzing around and won't make any trouble, I might be nice and not hurt your ugly crooked pecker. Nod, if you understand what I said.”.
Martin nodded. That was his only chance to have these pictures removed and forgotten. At least he had a chance...
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i'm loving this crooked boy! I'm glad that your writing is good. I've chosen a good minion 
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“Good!” Lola said while getting to her feet. She walked behind the chair to Martin's back and leaned onto him. She wrapped her left arm around his shoulders while coming closer to the right side of his head with her face. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and then moved her right hand down to his enormously swollen dick.
She grabbed it gently this time and pulled the foreskin back slowly.
“Oh wow, that thing feels so swollen” she whispered into her step-brother's ear. “It is my toy now, and I can do with it whatever I want, right Martin?”
She stroked it, feeling the blood rushing through the bulging veins. It was heavy, hot and throbbing. And then she started pumping away.
Martin was groaning, he could smell her perfume. She was so close and now she gave him these nice feeling. He moaned in ecstasy, while being jerked by his step-sister.
Lola was removing her left arm from Martin's shoulder and hidden from his view her left hand found it's way to her itching crotch, serching for the spot that cried for her attention.
And while she was wanking Martin's trembling penis, she was stroking her clit through the fabric of her shorts. She was breathing heavily into Martin's ear.
The more she was stroking herself, the wilder her pumping moves on Martin's dick became.
Being pleasant in the beginning, Martin felt her grip became tighter and more aggressive.
He tried to tell her to ease down, but if the gag wasn't enough to avoid her from understanding, she wasn't in the same world at the moment. The whole situation made Lola so horny, so wild. This boy at her mercy, her power, the idea of having him by the balls – literally, the feeling of his dick right into her hands, all this carried her away and she was furiously milking that thing in her hands harder and harder. The sound of Lola's hand rubbing up and down on his shaft was getting more and more wet. It sounded almost excessively in a comedic way. But the friction on his skin was getting more and more painful and Martin grunted. He was not sure, if this would make him come or if Lola would tear is dick off before he'd be able to spurt. The effect of that mixture of pain and pleasure was incomprehensible.
Lola for her part was on the verge of an orgasm, and Martin had not the slightest idea of that.
With the virtuosity of a pianist, she stroked herself with the left hand gently, while going wild with her right one.
Martin felt that rush on the horizon coming closer. He knew she would make him blow his load in just a few seconds, he closed his eyes and waited for the much welcomed release.
Then Lola's breathing became heavily fast and she made a high pitched suppressed moaning sound. Shivers ran down her spine and her vagina exploded in an unbelievable orgasm. And while she had one of the biggest orgasms ever, she removed her hand from Martin's penis and let herself fall back on the floor behind the chair. Leaving her step-brother just milliseconds before his own orgasm. She convulsed on the ground and pushed the palms of both her hands against her vulva. She moaned loudly “Oh god!!!! Ohhhh myyy god!”.
Martin, almost unable to understand what was going on, opened his eyes and stared down at his throbbing, red and sore dick. It was dancing in frustration and denial. It was over and over smeared with his pre-cum and more of the clear fluid was leaking from it. It was bobbing up and down, hard as it never been before and Martin felt an unsatisfied desire in his body. It was an horrible feeling...he wanted, no, he needed to come.
Lola laid and lolled back on the floor, stretching out contentedly in satisfaction.
She smiled as she slowly got up again and returned to sit down in the chair in front of Martin.
When she noticed Martin's expression and the helplessly wriggling boner of her step-brother, she bit her lip and innocently asked. “whoops...have you been close?”.
Martin didn't have to answer, she knew it and it made her laugh.
She placed both of her feet on the chair, right in front of Martin's flouncing member.
It was dark reddened and really swollen. She playfully put her feet to both sides of it and started pushing it from one big toe to the other. Left-right-left-right.
“That looks hilarious.” she loudly thought to herself.
Martin gave out an indistinct sound, while she was toying with his frustrated member.
“I am not sure if I want you to come yet. Or at all. I don't think your ugly dick deserves this and I am just curious what else I could do to it, to punish you a little bit more.” she said to Martin, who felt the fear coming back.
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She grabbed it gently this time and pulled the foreskin back slowly.
“Oh wow, that thing feels so swollen” she whispered into her step-brother's ear. “It is my toy now, and I can do with it whatever I want, right Martin?”
She stroked it, feeling the blood rushing through the bulging veins. It was heavy, hot and throbbing. And then she started pumping away.
Martin was groaning, he could smell her perfume. She was so close and now she gave him these nice feeling. He moaned in ecstasy, while being jerked by his step-sister.
Lola was removing her left arm from Martin's shoulder and hidden from his view her left hand found it's way to her itching crotch, serching for the spot that cried for her attention.
And while she was wanking Martin's trembling penis, she was stroking her clit through the fabric of her shorts. She was breathing heavily into Martin's ear.
The more she was stroking herself, the wilder her pumping moves on Martin's dick became.
Being pleasant in the beginning, Martin felt her grip became tighter and more aggressive.
He tried to tell her to ease down, but if the gag wasn't enough to avoid her from understanding, she wasn't in the same world at the moment. The whole situation made Lola so horny, so wild. This boy at her mercy, her power, the idea of having him by the balls – literally, the feeling of his dick right into her hands, all this carried her away and she was furiously milking that thing in her hands harder and harder. The sound of Lola's hand rubbing up and down on his shaft was getting more and more wet. It sounded almost excessively in a comedic way. But the friction on his skin was getting more and more painful and Martin grunted. He was not sure, if this would make him come or if Lola would tear is dick off before he'd be able to spurt. The effect of that mixture of pain and pleasure was incomprehensible.
Lola for her part was on the verge of an orgasm, and Martin had not the slightest idea of that.
With the virtuosity of a pianist, she stroked herself with the left hand gently, while going wild with her right one.
Martin felt that rush on the horizon coming closer. He knew she would make him blow his load in just a few seconds, he closed his eyes and waited for the much welcomed release.
Then Lola's breathing became heavily fast and she made a high pitched suppressed moaning sound. Shivers ran down her spine and her vagina exploded in an unbelievable orgasm. And while she had one of the biggest orgasms ever, she removed her hand from Martin's penis and let herself fall back on the floor behind the chair. Leaving her step-brother just milliseconds before his own orgasm. She convulsed on the ground and pushed the palms of both her hands against her vulva. She moaned loudly “Oh god!!!! Ohhhh myyy god!”.
Martin, almost unable to understand what was going on, opened his eyes and stared down at his throbbing, red and sore dick. It was dancing in frustration and denial. It was over and over smeared with his pre-cum and more of the clear fluid was leaking from it. It was bobbing up and down, hard as it never been before and Martin felt an unsatisfied desire in his body. It was an horrible feeling...he wanted, no, he needed to come.
Lola laid and lolled back on the floor, stretching out contentedly in satisfaction.
She smiled as she slowly got up again and returned to sit down in the chair in front of Martin.
When she noticed Martin's expression and the helplessly wriggling boner of her step-brother, she bit her lip and innocently asked. “whoops...have you been close?”.
Martin didn't have to answer, she knew it and it made her laugh.
She placed both of her feet on the chair, right in front of Martin's flouncing member.
It was dark reddened and really swollen. She playfully put her feet to both sides of it and started pushing it from one big toe to the other. Left-right-left-right.
“That looks hilarious.” she loudly thought to herself.
Martin gave out an indistinct sound, while she was toying with his frustrated member.
“I am not sure if I want you to come yet. Or at all. I don't think your ugly dick deserves this and I am just curious what else I could do to it, to punish you a little bit more.” she said to Martin, who felt the fear coming back.
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While Lola was toying with Martin's penis with her feet, she smelled on the palm of her right hand.
It smelled like dick and she made a disgusted face.
“Yuck! Your dick smells!” She leaned forward to press her hand into Martin's face.”Smell it!”.
Martin blushed. It smelled a little bit, but not as bad as Lola complained. She overexaggerated.
She stood up and went for the kitchen again what made Martin nervous. What did she had in mind now? Then she returned with a dish sponge and a bottle, pouring the containing liquid into the sponge.
“Let's clean that worm up!”, she giggled to herself and Martin looked at the bottle and to his horror he saw that it was some surface disinfectant with an “irritant” warning on it. He shaked in his bonds, but to no avail.
Lola was already starting to rub the sponge over his dick. Since it was moving too much for her she grabbed the crocodile-tongs from the table again and grabbed Martin's swollen dick by it's base. When the teeth of the tongs closed around his shaft a searing pain shot through Martin.
He screamed loudly into his gag, but Lola continued unperturbed, held his dick in position and started to scrub the wet sponge over his skin.
It was cold and felt strangely good to have his aching dick cooled down a little bit. But the death-grip of the tongs kept him in stinging pain, so Martin couldn't help but sobbing.
“Awww” Lola said in a mean tone, “stop complaining, I'll make your slug nice and clean!”
The tongs pulled his foreskin back violently and the sponge kept it's friction to his dick. It was too painful to bring him back to the verge of orgasm. And then the inevitable happened and the stinging sensation of the disinfectant kicked in. Martin yelled. His dick was on fire.
“Hmmmmemeehhhhffppppffffhh” Martin was shaking on the chair, but Lola kept scrubbing it's dick with the sponge while from time to time releasing the grip of the nasty tongs just to reposition it and grab it again, sending another sharp bolt of pain through his squished dick.
He was grunting and Lola laughed cruelly.
“Oh come on, it can't be that bad!” She said in an almost disappointed tone.
“Just here, and there and your abominable slug is shiny as new!”
She scrubbed and squeezed and scrubbed and squeezed. It was pure torment for the youg boy.
And the stinging from the irritating disinfectant made everything even worse.
Then it happened. Martin started crying. Not because of the pain. It was stinging but nothing really unbearable. It was the utter humiliation and cruel situation he was in. He was desperate and he couldn't hold the tears back any longer.
Lola stopped and let go of Martin's penis with the tongs. She watched the boy's face. A deep red mess of tears all of a sudden and to her surprise it happened again. A big bolt of arousal shot through her body. The crying boy made her so horny. She was confused.
All kind of thoughts were running through her mind. Was she some kind of pervert?
What on earth happened to her? She placed sponge and tongs on the table and sat down on the chair again.
Her eyes stared at the crying mess that her step-brother's face had become and then wandered down to Martin's penis again. The throbbing phallus was bright red and glistening wet in the light. It still bobbed up and down and those veins... It looked like Martin's dick was about to explode any second. Not in a cumming-way. It looked like it would explode literally. She thought for a moment to take the hairband off, but then dismissed that thought. It looked way funnier that way.
She then decided that she won't slip the moment away, it was perfect to take more pictures with her cell-phone. She knew that those pictures were more worth than any currency. And even if she felt an urge to send some to her friends, she withstand this idea and didn't do it. “For now!” she thought to herself. That tingling sensation between her legs was so demanding. She wasn't even sure for what it demanded. She felt guilty but so good at the same time.
Then out of an inner frustration caused by her thoughts she just kicked Martin's penis with full force. Martin yelled out while his dick was smacked by her foot and slapped with a wet impact sound against his belly and wiggled back and forth like a jack-in-a-box.
“Shut up and stop crying you baby!” she bellowed and kicked Martin's dick again. When it waved back she had another idea.
She stood up and positioned herself right before the naked boy. She rose her right foot and just stomped down on his dick. Pressing Martin's penis to his right thigh. Trapped between her foot and his leg it was pulsating and throbbing. Lola smiled and Martin just stared in disbelief at his violent step-sister.
“I should crush that ugly slug, Martin! I am gonna squish it for good!” and with that she rubbed his penis with her foot, she moved her food, sometimes using her toes and sometimes even her heel to push Martin's dick around his thigh, giving him some sort of aggressive foot-job.
Again it was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but tending to be more painful than pleasurable, but Martin felt it. It was happening. Despite the torment and painful way, his balls were close to unload. Lola was in a frenzy, she mercilessly rubbing Martin's penis vigorously and ruthless.
He was sobbing and moaning, unable to hold back any longer. His dick was mangled by Lola's feet and even his foreskin was rubbed back and forth by the movements. The friction was unbearable.
And then with a grunt and shivering motion, Martin was coming hard and painfully.
His goo was shooting out of his dick in thick globs and Lola felt the mess shooting under her sole and the sticky cum was everywhere.
She yelled: “You gross pervert!” and while Martin was still coming, she just stomped three times on the poor lad's ejaculating penis, crushing it beneath her foot while the crooked dick was still in his orgasmic spasms. She released the foot from her tormented brother and stared at the mess on her soles.
Martin yelled sobbed and grunted. Then he felt the sole of his step-sister's foot on his stomach, wiping the cum all over his body.
“You pathetic little freak, you even came while I was crushing your dick under my feet! I knew you'd be a pervert!” she laughed out loud
Something in Lola knew,she just broke through a wall. And Martin somehow felt it too and it scared him.
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It smelled like dick and she made a disgusted face.
“Yuck! Your dick smells!” She leaned forward to press her hand into Martin's face.”Smell it!”.
Martin blushed. It smelled a little bit, but not as bad as Lola complained. She overexaggerated.
She stood up and went for the kitchen again what made Martin nervous. What did she had in mind now? Then she returned with a dish sponge and a bottle, pouring the containing liquid into the sponge.
“Let's clean that worm up!”, she giggled to herself and Martin looked at the bottle and to his horror he saw that it was some surface disinfectant with an “irritant” warning on it. He shaked in his bonds, but to no avail.
Lola was already starting to rub the sponge over his dick. Since it was moving too much for her she grabbed the crocodile-tongs from the table again and grabbed Martin's swollen dick by it's base. When the teeth of the tongs closed around his shaft a searing pain shot through Martin.
He screamed loudly into his gag, but Lola continued unperturbed, held his dick in position and started to scrub the wet sponge over his skin.
It was cold and felt strangely good to have his aching dick cooled down a little bit. But the death-grip of the tongs kept him in stinging pain, so Martin couldn't help but sobbing.
“Awww” Lola said in a mean tone, “stop complaining, I'll make your slug nice and clean!”
The tongs pulled his foreskin back violently and the sponge kept it's friction to his dick. It was too painful to bring him back to the verge of orgasm. And then the inevitable happened and the stinging sensation of the disinfectant kicked in. Martin yelled. His dick was on fire.
“Hmmmmemeehhhhffppppffffhh” Martin was shaking on the chair, but Lola kept scrubbing it's dick with the sponge while from time to time releasing the grip of the nasty tongs just to reposition it and grab it again, sending another sharp bolt of pain through his squished dick.
He was grunting and Lola laughed cruelly.
“Oh come on, it can't be that bad!” She said in an almost disappointed tone.
“Just here, and there and your abominable slug is shiny as new!”
She scrubbed and squeezed and scrubbed and squeezed. It was pure torment for the youg boy.
And the stinging from the irritating disinfectant made everything even worse.
Then it happened. Martin started crying. Not because of the pain. It was stinging but nothing really unbearable. It was the utter humiliation and cruel situation he was in. He was desperate and he couldn't hold the tears back any longer.
Lola stopped and let go of Martin's penis with the tongs. She watched the boy's face. A deep red mess of tears all of a sudden and to her surprise it happened again. A big bolt of arousal shot through her body. The crying boy made her so horny. She was confused.
All kind of thoughts were running through her mind. Was she some kind of pervert?
What on earth happened to her? She placed sponge and tongs on the table and sat down on the chair again.
Her eyes stared at the crying mess that her step-brother's face had become and then wandered down to Martin's penis again. The throbbing phallus was bright red and glistening wet in the light. It still bobbed up and down and those veins... It looked like Martin's dick was about to explode any second. Not in a cumming-way. It looked like it would explode literally. She thought for a moment to take the hairband off, but then dismissed that thought. It looked way funnier that way.
She then decided that she won't slip the moment away, it was perfect to take more pictures with her cell-phone. She knew that those pictures were more worth than any currency. And even if she felt an urge to send some to her friends, she withstand this idea and didn't do it. “For now!” she thought to herself. That tingling sensation between her legs was so demanding. She wasn't even sure for what it demanded. She felt guilty but so good at the same time.
Then out of an inner frustration caused by her thoughts she just kicked Martin's penis with full force. Martin yelled out while his dick was smacked by her foot and slapped with a wet impact sound against his belly and wiggled back and forth like a jack-in-a-box.
“Shut up and stop crying you baby!” she bellowed and kicked Martin's dick again. When it waved back she had another idea.
She stood up and positioned herself right before the naked boy. She rose her right foot and just stomped down on his dick. Pressing Martin's penis to his right thigh. Trapped between her foot and his leg it was pulsating and throbbing. Lola smiled and Martin just stared in disbelief at his violent step-sister.
“I should crush that ugly slug, Martin! I am gonna squish it for good!” and with that she rubbed his penis with her foot, she moved her food, sometimes using her toes and sometimes even her heel to push Martin's dick around his thigh, giving him some sort of aggressive foot-job.
Again it was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but tending to be more painful than pleasurable, but Martin felt it. It was happening. Despite the torment and painful way, his balls were close to unload. Lola was in a frenzy, she mercilessly rubbing Martin's penis vigorously and ruthless.
He was sobbing and moaning, unable to hold back any longer. His dick was mangled by Lola's feet and even his foreskin was rubbed back and forth by the movements. The friction was unbearable.
And then with a grunt and shivering motion, Martin was coming hard and painfully.
His goo was shooting out of his dick in thick globs and Lola felt the mess shooting under her sole and the sticky cum was everywhere.
She yelled: “You gross pervert!” and while Martin was still coming, she just stomped three times on the poor lad's ejaculating penis, crushing it beneath her foot while the crooked dick was still in his orgasmic spasms. She released the foot from her tormented brother and stared at the mess on her soles.
Martin yelled sobbed and grunted. Then he felt the sole of his step-sister's foot on his stomach, wiping the cum all over his body.
“You pathetic little freak, you even came while I was crushing your dick under my feet! I knew you'd be a pervert!” she laughed out loud
Something in Lola knew,she just broke through a wall. And Martin somehow felt it too and it scared him.
--- to be continued
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