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My Sister's Keeper - Chapter One: Two Little, Too Late
« on: February 20, 2017, 01:50:36 PM »
Chapter One: Two Little, Too Late

      An abandoned recycling facility seemed like a quiet place to stop off and finish prepping his ‘package.’  It was about 5 minutes from the long beach port; Eddie had used this spot in the past, for a little extra privacy.  Taking stock of the surroundings making sure there wasn’t an idle heroine addict or two teens that needed some privacy, Eddie kills the engine. Grabbing his bag he climbs from the car there is a slight breeze, much welcomed after the balmy spring day. Walking to the trunk Eddie pops it, watching it rise, revealing his motionless unconscious victim.

      Lying on her side, he watches her ribcage rise and fall as her shallow breaths fill her lungs. He took a moment to watch this stunning little thing in his keep; she was so innocent.  Her blonde wispy hairs were strewn about her soft facial features, high cheekbones slender lips parting softly as she exhales.  Enjoying a moment simply to enjoy the delicate innocence laying before him before he begins prepping.  Grabbing the sheers from his bag before he sets it down, he quickly takes them to the young girl’s shorts and panties; she won’t be needing them anymore. Her little pink pussy lips like petals that will soon be spreading repeatedly for a variety of men.  Her tshirt is next, after Eddie’s quick work it is left in strips around her body. Tiny goose bumps appear up and down her arms and legs as more skin is exposed to the evening air. Reaching into his bag he pulls a roll of duck tape, after a few times around her hips he reaches into his pocket pulling a small vibrator and placing it on Sofia’s budding little clit. He runs the tape between her legs to keep it in place and resumes working his way down to her knees.  Rolling her over, he pulls her toned arms behind her back, he tapes them lightly from the elbow down to the wrists.  On the 18 hour boat ride she’d surely get it undone, but it would give her something to do to pass the time. One last piece was placed over her mouth, otherwise she’d scream herself hoarse and arrive unable to preforms certain tasks that will undoubtedly be asked of her. He tosses the duck tape in the trunk slamming it closed.

      The remainder of the job passed without incident, Eddie was in and out of the Port in less than 5 minutes, and was leaving 250,000 dollars richer. Normally a celebratory drink would be in order as it’s always helpful to be seen when sweet young things like that one turn up missing, but that drink would have to wait.  The lack of sleep was finally catching up to him. His buyer had been kind enough to provide his transport for the duration of the job.  Eddie would happily take the free chauffeur back to the hotel.

      The hotel was mostly empty as Eddie returned trying to put a smile on his face, as he wearily made his way through the lobby.  Pressing the up arrow, the elevator dings as the doors slide open. However, just before they are about to close, Eddie’s life changed.  Angelic giggles preceded her. As a lovely little ginger who couldn’t have been more than 9 or 10 scampers in and rushes to press the 38th floor only to realize the button is already illuminated.  Her face quickly sours from joy to disappointment clearly desiring the chance to press it.

      “Oh,” she exclaims as she realizes Eddie’s presence, just as Eddie was about to ask where her parents were a stunning 14-year-old blonde trails behind her. Seemingly in just as much of a rush, to catch her sister, Eddie’s eyes take her in quickly but not diverting his attention from his phone which he quickly pulled out giving him an excuse to let wandering eyes go where they may.  The 14 year old was something no tits to speak of at least none that could be gleaned due to the cardigan wrapped around her shoulders.  However her dress did hug her round rear, Eddie could only imagine what those tanned legs led to.  She stood just under 5’ tall hardly a handful.

“Ori, Mom said to slow down,” the blonde admonishes the girl who already seems dejected about the whole elevator button situation.  Eddie simply holds his tongue; how much better would the scenery in here get?  The clicking high heels of Mrs. Beal followed, and she was a knockout. Strawberry blonde hair trailed down to her mid-back, full rose red lips that were just made to be pouty and wrapped around a cock, large orbs protrude from her chest, D’s and by the way they stood at attention they were no doubt fakes, but who cares.  Her hips had bowed giving away to that hourglass figure.  Creamy thighs led down to shapely and defined legs, which she had no doubted spent hours in the gym working on.    

      Dear god, this was their mother, these two had the genetics to be models. “I’m so sorry,” she exclaims corralling her two little girls, “Ori,” her mother pinches her arm. All three were in evening attire, black dresses, hair done, and not that he had ever seen any of these girls casual but, they certainly did clean up nicely.

      “YOW!” Ori cries as she grabs her arm, Eddie never reacts.  His mind too busy processing, floor after floor, silence between the two parties.   Mickie coyly smiles in a manner similar to Ori earlier in the day finally feeling as though her sister was for once being held accountable for something.  Occasionally Eddie’s eyes would dart over, taking stock of the two little ones and then back to his phone.  He’d grabbed over 40 people; boys, girls, men, women, hell, even stole someone’s dog back from their ex.  But never in all of his grabs did he ever keep one for himself.  He hadn’t even so much as sampled the goods. Now as he stood next to these two girls who seemed incapable of standing still it was all he could do not to begin to rip their clothes off right there.

      He thought back to the last time he’d had sex, it had been awhile but this job kept him pretty busy, and that was his excuse.  The truth of the matter is the rare combination of a woman, he found attractive, that would let him indulge his darker sexual nature and would not bat an eye at his profession simply didn’t exist in this world, so he thought.  She couldn’t exist…unless he makes her.

      He continues to do his best to feign fatigue and disinterest but inside his mind was racing, normally his handler provides a dossier on each person he was to grab, he would research them for days. Background, details, patterns, and when they were their most vulnerable they would simply disappear.  This was different, there was no intel, he so far only had one of three names, it was an impossible task, he handn’t even researched the hotel they were in.  No, he couldn’t, that was that, as deliciously perfect as both of them looked he’d never make it out alive.

      **DING** the elevator opens releasing Eddie’s thoughts and forcing him back into the real world.  The younger two hurry out first followed by their exhausted mother who had hardly noticed Eddie at all.  He motions at the door letting all three pass him, then as they go left, Eddie makes the decided choice to go right.  The hall was long and he periodically looked back over his shoulder.  His heart nearly jumped from his chest as he saw the three stop at the door opposite his.  He reaches for his wallet pretending to use his plastic key card to gain access to ‘his room.’

      The two girls are hurried along inside, followed by their mother. While the hallway was silent inside Eddie’s head it sounded like grand central station. The numbers, angles, and ideas that usually organically happen over the course of a few weeks maybe a month; all were being processed immediately.  Nearly 4 minutes passed before Eddie realized he was still standing in an empty hallway at the wrong door just thinking. He shook himself out of the fog and quietly proceeded to his room.

He lay in bed quietly for hours. Where he was once tired, nearly exhausted he found himself now reinvigorated.  Despite trying to sleep off his infatuation with the two sisters from his earlier encounter he found no solace and his mind played through option after option of how to acquire his new potential targets.  His eyes tracing the ceiling as he processes everything as fast as he can, and suddenly just like that a lightbulb went off in his brain he shoots from the bed.  Like a rocket he was rummaging for clothes, hastily putting on a shirt and pants, he rushes down to the lobby, the concierge startled by his sudden arrival at 2:30am gathered himself and greeted him.

      “Hello Sir” he said in a slow but dignified way.

       “Do you have any shipping boxes?” Eddie nearly shouts then realizing how excited he has become quickly regains composure and in a much more calm manner says, “I’m in a bit of a bind my business needs a few of the hard copy files I have and I’d need a few boxes to send them all back. It really would be a life saver.”

      After, the initial reaction, the concierge nods flashing Eddie a half smile and simply saying, “Yes, sir, I believe we do.” Before disappearing into the back. A few seconds later her returns with 4 unfolded boxes and tape, “you wouldn’t be the first person we’ve helped out in a pinch,” he says with a warm smile that if he knew the reasons Eddie needed these boxes would more than likely be a scowl.  Regardless Eddie takes the boxes and tape and makes his way back to his room where he promptly takes out every thing he has from his suitcases and oversized duffle, save for a few necessary tools and crams them into the boxes.  Once everything has been thoroughly stuffed and taped, he quickly prints out shipping labels to his handler, and rushes them back downstairs.

      “Can you make sure these go out first thing in the morning?” Eddie says only to remember how impetuous he looks and how that could possibly be misconstrued as the type aggressive and nervous behavior that could make the police have questions for him later.  He cools himself running his fingers over his bald head, and bit of a nervous tick that he'd tried to control when he found himself flustered. “If you could do that I’d really appreciate it.”

      The concierge takes the boxes, “No problem Sir,” he says. Eddie taps the oak desk between them, leaving an extra hundred-dollar bill behind as assurance of a job well done. Then, just like that, with a nod he fades away into that forgotten space of people whose faces you probably couldn’t recall with a gun to your head. He quickly makes his way back to his room.  Now he had a plan.

      …36 hours later

     Eddie spent nearly every moment near his door; waiting, the problem was more logistically difficult than Eddie ever knew.  Once he realized the secret service was with those two angels any moment they were outside of the hotel.  Luckily, he found a pattern.  Each morning, the daily press briefings kept Mr. and Mrs. Beal away from the hotel for about 3 hours leaving the girls alone. As he peered through the peephole he watched the Beal’s leave, setting his watch for 3 hours he smiles.

      Eddie opened the door once the hallway was clear putting on a pair of black medical gloves, and cracking open a roll of quarters scattering them aimlessly about the floor, and again and again. After he’d placed 30 dollars of quarters about the floor he was ready to begin.

      He disappears back into his room, and pulls out his burner phone and calls their room. As Mickie answers he hangs up, he calls again. And again, and again. The young teen clearly being frustrated finally as he calls one last time she is just about to scream into the phone, when she hears “I’m outside.” As Eddie hangs up.

      She knew she should call the secret service. Anytime anthing seemed slightly wrong she was supposed to call, was this one of those times.  With her cellphone in hand and the number pre dialed she walks to the door, “What is it?” Ori asks nervously having picked up on Mickie's disposition.

      Peering through her peephole she looks as far as she can both ways, nothing.  Slowly she opens the door, taking a step into the silent hallway.  Ori, unable to leave well enough alone follows behind, and the second her eyes see what appears to be an obscene amount of quarters on the floor she seizes the opportunity and gets on her hands and knees picking them up and stuffing them into the pockets of her PJ’s.

      Eddie watched as Mickie still wary of the situation looks nervously around, she turns off her iphone and places it on the stand near the door.  Her intuition told her something wasn’t right but she wasn’t sure what it was yet. Ori got farther and farther away working her way around the corner continuing to add to her quarter count as Eddie quietly slides a 100 dollar bill under the door next to the empty room-service tray.

      As the big bill catches Mickie's eye she, much like Ori can’t resist the call of easy money. She drops to one knee, picking up the big bill, as she stands the door opens, readied is a large man in all black and a black mask, there isn’t much time to think, fear grips here as she realizes the stinging in her arm is from a syringe.  She has just enough time to watch the last of whatever it was filled with disappear into her arm.  The room spins and then tilts she looks back over her shoulder she can still hear her little sister collecting coins in the other hallway. Darkness creeps in as she falls into Eddie’s waiting arms and is quickly boosted over his shoulder. In a swoop he plucks her from the doorway and shuts the door just as Ori makes it back around.

      “Mickie?” she says standing precariously in the hallway with handfuls of quarters.  Doing her best to make her way back to their room all the while dropping quarters which have become too much for her tiny hands to handle.  Bare feet swiftly make their way back to the same door she’d been entering each night with their mother.  “Mickie open the door, its me,” she says in a hushed voice.

      Eddie watches from the door across, the hall the little angel dropping quarters, his heart racing, he was committed now.  His fingers lightly begin tapping at the door, not enough to really be heard yet but progressively it got louder…and louder.

      Ori’s attention shifts as she worriedly beckons her sister to open the door.  The scratching from the other side of the hall was curious, was she at the wrong door?  She hadn’t taken the time to remember the numbers on the door just its relative location. Her head swivles back and forth…3822 or 3823… “Mickie? Is that you?”  There was no answer just more soft tapping. “Mickie open up this isn’t funny, let me in.”  She turns getting closer to the door of the room opposite hers.  Leaning in to hear the tapping.

      “Finally” he says with a smile. Just as with Mickie the door is swung open, there is no mask. Just a smiling face “Hello.” Eddie says, his hand shoots out finding the slender neck of Ori.

      Ori tries to scream, her hands dropping the quarters onto the ground they cling but the quarters are the least of her worries, as the man whose hand is cutting lifts her off of her feet he pulls her into his room.  Her tiny hands grip at his, little feet kicking in her footie pajamas as she hears the door close behind her. Eyes darting around…MICKIE!? Her sister lays motionless, partially naked on the bed.  Her hand momentarily reaches out to her sister before the room inverts. Her head bounces off of the hardwood as Eddie delivers her firmly to the ground.  The room is fuzzy, everything momentarily feels like it’s under water.

      Pressure shifts to her chest, Ori squirms as the large man climbs on top of her pinning her to the floor.  His body weight is overwhelming and what little oxygen she has left is quickly being used by her overt efforts to get free.

      Eddie feels himself taken by his tiny victim. Her struggling soft pattering of her feet as she tries to kick free, the frantic motions of her hands seeking any way to be allowed to breathe again.   He’s normally not excessively violent, but something about her, he takes a moment to examine her body as his hand continues to rob her of air.  A wild mane of Orange hair splayed across the dark hardwood, big, bright green and grey eyes stare back at him with bewilderment.  Her little frame is just beginning to develop.  Eddie had to know more, with one hand firmly gripped on her throat the other grabbed her onesie pajama and with one firm yank a crisp breeze from the air conditioned room greets her porcelain skin.  She was a sight to behold squirming under Eddie’s weight.  He could feel his cock straining the limits of his 200 dollar slacks.  The fear in those tear wrapped emerald eyes, tiny budding pink nipples standing at attention partially from the chilled air partially from terror.
    
  The throbbing from the back of her skull is wildly disorienting, she feels hot breath on her neck as he leans in.  “Do you want to die? Right here? Right now?”  Eddie’s words like venom a shock to her system as she shakes her head no with the little energy she has left.  She fights to keep her eyes open, feeling the hand around her neck unrelenting as the room slowly fades away.

      Silence

      Eddie was breathing louder than he ever had, something primal, that he’d never let himself experience before.  He’s taken more than enough people to feel the rush, but this was different this was almost personal. Intimate. He checks her breathing, still alive; he’d have to be careful lest his lust cause him to loose control like that again. The stillness of the room was breath taking where once so much had happened now three unmoving bodies rested in the quiet.

      He stood up looking at the mess he’d made the little one under him, bruises around her neck, her sister in no better shape, panties around her ankles motionless on the bed, Eddie looks down at his watch. Setting the timer for 20 minutes. He makes his way to Mickie, staring down at her. His discomfort is no longer tolerable Eddies hands undo his fly.  His cock, a full throbbing 8” hangs just over Mickie’s face.  He leans over prying her mouth open and inserting himself into the warm grip of her teenage lips. There it is, he thinks, there’s no restraint he dives in losing himself again for a moment, and snapping back. Pulling from the girl. Now wasn’t the time or place to take her. As much as he wanted to tear the innocence from these two he knows… that’s the kind of sloppiness that fills prison.

      17 minutes later the girls have been all but immobilized, thoroughly restrained in duck tape and folded neatly into the now empty suitcases Eddie arrived with and his cock, though still wanting release was tucked away.  He was convinced that if he kept his cool he could walk these two darlings right out the front door.  He’d given Ori a shot of the same drugs Mickie had coursing through her system, that should grant him enough time to make his escape.  Eddie double-checked the room, clean, spotless really. Opening his door he checked the hallway being sure there were no more quarters to be found and all 30 dollars had been recollected.

      As he entered the lobby he suddenly felt as though every eye was on him. This was beyond the standard grabber’s rush. This was like his first time all over again.  It all seemed abnormally quiet. Nonetheless he steeled his resolution and headed to check out, with no incident he handed in his key, even had the temerity to stay for a bit of small talk with two helpless girls in the bags at his feet.  He picked up his duffle slinging it over his shoulder, trying to make it look effortless.  Grabbing his rolling suitcase he made his way toward the exit.  A chauffeur was waiting outside, Eddie quickly places his bags in the trunk, and takes a seat in the back of the luxury sedan.  “Van Nuys Airport, private terminal please.”

      The woman sitting in the front smiles at him, “Right away sir.”  Eddie watched the hotel shrink into the distance. Just as the view ended he was fairly certain he could see the pronounced figure of a tall woman with long strawberry blonde hair exiting a black SUV…too little, too late.

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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #1 on: February 20, 2017, 02:00:31 PM »
Very well written story. Leaves you hungry for more.  Great work!

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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #2 on: February 20, 2017, 03:47:31 PM »
Unbelievable.  Can't wait for the next part.   So will the mother get into the action as well?

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« Reply #3 on: February 20, 2017, 03:56:43 PM »
I DO hope Mommy does get in on the action.....

It would be worth Eddie's wile to snatch up Mommy!!!


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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #4 on: February 21, 2017, 10:54:49 AM »
Well I sure hope he treats these girls kindly, gradually immersing them in the joys of the world of erotic bondage. Oh, wait, we're on the Extreme page. Never mind.  emot_omfg.gif
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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #5 on: February 21, 2017, 11:10:45 AM »
Well I sure hope he treats these girls kindly, gradually immersing them in the joys of the world of erotic bondage. Oh, wait, we're on the Extreme page. Never mind.  emot_omfg.gif

It's gonna get worse before it gets better hehe
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« Reply #6 on: February 21, 2017, 03:46:31 PM »
When will the next part be up?

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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #7 on: February 21, 2017, 04:53:30 PM »
When will the next part be up?

Im gonna start working on it when i get off of work
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« Reply #8 on: February 23, 2017, 06:18:32 PM »
Its up now :)
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« Reply #9 on: February 26, 2017, 05:04:06 AM »
I DO hope Mommy does get in on the action.....

It would be worth Eddie's wile to snatch up Mommy!!!


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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter 1
« Reply #10 on: March 28, 2020, 08:11:27 PM »
I DO hope Mommy does get in on the action.....

It would be worth Eddie's wile to snatch up Mommy!!!


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concur!!

Well I think mommy will get her chance to earn her little ones back.
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