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My Sister's Keeper- Chapter Two: 14<9
« on: February 23, 2017, 05:49:45 PM »
Chapter Two: 14<9

      The twin engines on the Legacy 600 private jet hum softly on either side of Eddie’s head as he awakened from a light sleep. What had he done? Kidnapping two girls, the news coverage was everywhere; everyone in the country is now currently searching for Orianna and Michaela Beal.  America's sweethearts plucked from their happy home, what was the country to do?  Flights in and out of California were grounded shortly after the takeoff.  The pit at the center of Eddie’s stomach aches, it had been there since he left the hotel. This was beyond the pale of anything he dared do before.  It was brazen and fool hearty but as his eyes shift to the suitcase on the premium leather chair across from him he knew he wouldn’t change it for the world.  Up until now Eddie had always been business first, and where had that gotten him.  Multiple homes, 7 figure bank account, more cars, tech, and clothes than he knew what to do with but those simple pleasures. The ones his clients paid him to have, still eluded him. But not for long.  Rising from his seat he drops to one knee, unzipping the suitcase, and throwing back the cover of the lovely 14 yr old beauty.  He had painstakingly duck taped her into the fetal position to ensure she would fit in the suitcase.  It was one of the more beautiful things Eddie had ever seen, and yet...
   There it was again, that pounding in his chest, anxiety, trepidation, arousal.  Combined with the stomach turmoil and a bit of a headache from sleep deprivation over the last 48 hours. Something had to be done or he was going to loose his mind.  Eddie turned making a beeline for the cockpit; pressing on the intercom button that separated the pilot from the passengers, Eddie spoke clearly.  “How much longer?”

   A garbled voice responds, “We are still an hour out Sir.”

   “Sixty minutes?” Eddie softly says to himself., more than enough. Eddie returns to his seat, his handler, had put together this marvel of aeronautical engineering; it was by all measure one of the more sophisticated pieces of privately owned aircraft in the world. No expense was spared including the wonderful gift of anonymity.  You know, for those rare instances where you may need to quickly smuggle two incapacitated bodies who happen to be the daughters of a US Senator across state lines and you don't want anyone to know who you are.  Eddie looked at his watch, it was just about time for another round of what his chemist only refers to as Morpheus. It was a wonderful drug that when measured properly for a victim would render them incapacitated for hours at a time with minimal side effects, however there wasn’t much time for measuring of doses on this particular grab.  So Eddie eyeballed it, and the girls seemed to be resting well, but as he couldn’t afford to have them wake up just as he would be carrying the from the plane he decided one more round wouldn’t kill them. Or so he hoped.

   Pulling the syringe from his bag he first injects a small amount into Ori’s neck and then a bit more into Mickie’s.  He stands over the stunning little blonde, sleeping and bound tight, and again feels that pressure urging him to take action.  He places the syringe down, unbuckling his belt and allowing his slacks to fall to the ground.  Next his boxers, pulled off with some haste as his cock springs up, just the sight of this little angel is enough to keep Eddie hard for hours. He spits into his hand slowly stroking his cock over her face. Hard and harder he gripped himself.

It wasn’t enough.  

The Eddie he was when he walked the streets or visited his parents slowly slipped away as he peeled the tape from the lips of Mickie.  His fingers pry her mouth open, and he leans his body over seat.  She couldn't resist and it was simply incredible. The warmth of her mouth was simply remarkable, full lips stretched to accommodate his girth. Eddie could hardly contain himself. Looking down at the tiny head in his hand his eyes widened he slid himself deep into her mouth until her gag reflex kicked in her little body instinctively bucks as her airway is impeded. Eddie pulls out only to slide deep back into her. There is literally nowhere for her to go as she wriggles unconsciously in an attempt to regain breath.  Eddie began this little venture on the edge and despite his best effort after driving himself to the back of her throat and feeling her saliva trickle down his balls and onto the floor there was no holding back.  He slams her head down into the luggage, painting her face and hair with 5 thick streams of cum. Watching as her tanned cheeks guide the cum over her lips.
The world is spinning. Eddie grips his cock again to the silence of his two captives leaving only his heavy breathing as company.  He falls back onto the chair, eyes locked onto the cum covered doll he’d just marked. His release not a moment too soon, all of the previous tension felt, now gone.

   …45 minutes later…

Eddie snaps awake pants still on the floor boxers around his ankles.  Anxiously looking around, the ground was fast approaching as the plane prepped for landing, he must have dozed off, and quickly he pulls himself together.  Boxers up, pants up, suitcase zipping up the mess of a cum doll who was still sleeping peacefully.  He quickly organizes everything just as the wheels touch down. Another black SUV can be seen idling as the plane moves into the hangar. Eddie really would have to start tipping his handler for such prompt and outstanding service.  Loading his "luggage" into the awaiting car he starts the 2 hour drive to his cabin.  It had been a lifetime since Eddie had reason to visit it, much less use it.  He now rented it out each summer to hunters, adventurers and passers by who needed a nice place to stay.  The extra income didn’t hurt, and he never had any problems with the tenants.  Of course if they only knew that behind the faux wall of the study was a staircase.  And down that staircase was a door.  And past that door…A room, designed to break the wills of its occupant.   Bringing them to a humble place of gracious subjugation.  That was the future he couldn’t wait to give his new pets.
   It was a sight for sore eyes, Eddie, deep down was always romanticized the wilderness. Being a mountain man, living off the grid. He would certainly get his chance now.  Bringing the SUV up a long dirt road about ¾ of a mile from any main roads. He excitedly unloads his luggage carrying it inside, past the faux wall, down the wooden stairs, through the fingerprint locked door. There it was.  That smell.  It was dank, musky; half of the floor was poured concrete, the other half exposed dirt.  Every so many feet there was a support beam leading up to the ceiling. Hanging on the wall as Eddie entered were a series of tools.  Rope, metal chains, collars, whips, restraints, Eddie paid top dollar to have this place retrofitted with any and every conceivable toy he could imagine.  He unzips the duffle, greeted with the ginger hair; he lifts her from the bag placing her next to the one of the beams.  Eddie retrieves a collar, metal link chain and lock from the wall.  He measures it out on his way back. Adhereing the collar to her neck, and then to the beams near the back of the room on the dirk.  Via the chains he quickly repeats the process for her older sister.  He relieves them both of their adhesive bonds and props them up, Mickie on the concrete, their chains with enough slack to move around but never close enough to touch each other.  
   Staring at Mickie, he bites his lip, and then checks his watch; the drugs should be good for another hour.  He undoes his pants; it looks like she could use one more coat. It was hard to say no, she was simply so perfectly fuckable. That very thought was more than enough to bring Eddie's cock to attention. He props her up, her little head sitting against the post. Lowering his hips he parts her mouth, with one hand unzips himself and easily  slides into her throat. Whatever restraint he had on the plane was gone. Long, hard, and deep thrusts were the order. Pulling out of her gaping mouth and driving back in, watching the saliva roll down her chin was a  joy.  His force intensifies, wrapping her long around his hand he proceeds to lose himself. Ramming the back of her head into the post with each visceral push down her throat. He could feel himself building to climax. His hips stopped, grabbing the girls head with both hands he rapidly moves her little mouth up and down his cock with little care for her well being. Repeatedly she retches as her head is forced to swallow the length of Eddie’s engorged cock.  “FUCKKKKKKKKK!” Eddie howls as his body goes rigid pulling a now spasming Mickie into his full length. He moans as he feels her throat squeeze in an attempt to expel him.  The first loads shoots past her mouth and directly into her throat, pulling her head back he bastes another thick layer of cum just between her eyes. Followed by another that lands on her throat and begins to drip down the ripe little mounds on her chest.  He releases her head, watching her fall helplessly to the floor. Eddie stands with them for a moment, Mickie's naked body, Ori still in her onsie PJ's, he could hardly wait to relieve her of such things. That strange feeling at the pit of his stomach was gone.  “Welcome home ladies.” he says before leaving them in the…

SILENCE.

Mickie shakes herself awake; startled, her heart races.  The last things she remembers, a man.  Where is she?  There is a small bit of light being let in from the bottom of what appears to be a door.  The odor is considerable, as if something died here.  It was in her mouth, in her nose, it cloaked her in a way she couldn't explain.  This isn’t her hotel room; this isn’t the hotel at all.  Did that man take her? She tries to think back, but the world feels off.  She shifts her weight the cool concrete, her bare ass presses against the cool hard surface. Gasping in, she was naked; her hands pat herself down, nothing.  No clothes; panties gone, bra gone, and there was something…  Something sticky she moved her jaw around it was considerably sore, feeling her face whatever it was had dried but was thick and layered.
   “Mickie?” A soft simpering voice echoes in the darkness.  “Mickie is that you?” she recognizes the voice of her sister, Ori had been awake for the better part of an hour and believing herself alone had simply resorted to crying, after spending a solid 20 minutes screaming for help. Unlike Mickie, Ori, still found herself in possession of her clothes but the thick leather collar around her neck was, shall we say alarming. After numerous attempts to remove it she simply let it be content to sit in the darkness seemingly alone and sobbing.  
   “Ori? Ori where are you?”  She nearly screamed, somewhat fearfully but also excited not to be alone in the darkness.
   “Mickie wait,” Ori protests as she hears Mickie make it to her feet followed by the sounds of her older sister grunting in pain, as her feet fly from under her sending her crashing to the unforgiving floor.  A loud thud fills the room Mickie moans having landed on her shoulder. “We’re tied to something, its around my neck.” Ori explains a second after Mickie’s throat becomes the stopping point for her forward motion.  “I tried to find you earlier,” she says, I don’t think I can reach you.  
   “Are you okay?” Mickie asks trying to pull herself together, rubbing her neck and and shoulder.  
   Soft whimpers are the response; Ori swallows hard, her throat raw from the crying and screaming., Through her soft cries she mumbles.  “I wanna go home.” Her voice cracks; Mickie can hear the fear in it.  She too had no desire to be here, feeling the thick leather around her neck, but she knew becoming hysterical would only make things worse for Ori.

   "We are going to go home...I promise," Mickie says reassuringly though she quickly found herself doubting her own words. Where were they? How had they gotten there? And who was responsible for their current situation. Hours would pass before they would get an answer, over and over Mickie would reassure Ori who could be heard repeatedly pulling at her chain, over and over again that everything would be okay.  Truthfully however, the darkness was ideal for hiding the tears streaming down her own face. Unsure of what lie ahead, but based on the current situation knowing it couldn't bode well.
     Eddie sat in his study, channel flipping on a 52” TV, nearly every news channel was covering the search for his new pets.  They finally expanded the search to the entire state of California. Not even close, he thought to himself, turning the channel to the CC TV feed he had from the basement.  They were just beginning to learn how bad this could truly be.  They needed more time, and despair, and silence. They needed to be forgotten.  So he let further hours pass. Allowing each of them to sink consciously into a place that he knew they could only achieve tethered to the floor in the dark.
      In and out of lucidity they went, Mickie had dozed off a number of times, Ori, still inconsolably distraught could be heard whimpering. “Shhh!” Mickie commanded, having been listening for one thing since the moment she woke up, the sound of another person. Ori quickly silences herself as she too hears the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden stairs.  Mickie’s heart races, she rises to her feet. Her little hands balling into fists, “Don’t say anything,” Mickie commands Ori who had no intention of doing anything other than standing in abject fear.  The lights in the room hum and then flicker as the girls shield their eyes from the flood of halogen lights.  The door opens to with a loud metal creek, and each of them draw into focus their captor.  6’4”, 210, of a menacing cold stare.  Dark brown eyes locked onto Mickie, then Ori.  He wore a tank top that revealed his muscularity; his chocolate colored skin seemed to glisten under the flickering lights.  His dark leather pants and boots were the only sounds as he moved to the wall that contained many various items, very few Mickie recognized but there was no mistaking what some of the items like the whips or belts could be used for.  Their family, was for Mickie's entire life a part of the elite 1%, they could have very well been in the top 10 of that 1%, which is the nice way of saying Mickie's experience with men of color had, to this point, been relegated to the man who cut their grass twice a week.
      No words were exchanged between the two, only cold looks.  Eddie removes his shirt hanging it on a hook by the door.  Turning to Mickie he smiles, “What is your name?” He says more commanding than asking.
      “You can’t keep us here,” Mickie responds fists still balled up ready for a fight.  “You have to let us go.”
      “Your name girl!” Eddie shouts, his blood rising just a bit.  She had to know that fighting would be useless even if she managed to kill Eddie, what was her plan, to starve to death, chained to posts in a basement. Harsh stares are exchanged, as Mickie remains tight-lipped.  Eddie smiles. “Have it your way,” he says stepping toward Mickie whose hands rise to her defense, though its of no consequence to Eddie, as he sidesteps his would be adversary to find her younger counterpart.  Locking eyes with Ori he takes two aggressive steps in her direction, he can see her cower momentarily before backing up as far as the chain will allow.  Her once spotless PJ's were covered in dust from the floor but this freckled goddess standing before him simply could do no wrong, those big green eyes shrink-wrapped in fear.  He smiles at her seconds before his hand flies out grabbing a mess of thick red mane.  Her face still has specks of dirt still on it from where she fell asleep, on the unfinished floor.  Eddie wipes her cheek. Smiling again, fear immobilizes her unable to scream, or cry simply to look into his eyes.  Eddie looks back at Mickie locking eyes intently before he balls his fist and nearly comes to his toes as he strikes Ori just under the rib cage. He drops the girl as she doubles over in agony crying out. Her breath stolen from her by the shot causing everything to shutdown, it was all she could do just to find the ability to breathe.  Under her onesie, a deep purple bruise rose, it was her first, but will be far from her last.
      Ori’s body collapses as Mickie cries out. “YOU SON OF A BITCH! SHES JUST A KID!” as though she were something more.
Eddie storms over gripping Mickie by the neck, “I OWN YOU!” He screams, stepping his foot behind the backpedaling Mickie, tripping her and sending her too to the floor.  Her eyes wide with fear, his rage being cast upon her. “YOU ARE MINE NOW, I SPEAK. YOU OBEY.” He pauses, "and should you disobey me, you will pay, severely." He concludes looking back at Ori who was still in pieces on the floor.  His words cutting, his grip absolute, Mickie kicks wildly but Eddie squeezes tighter until she gets the message. As her flailing stops he releases the tight grip on her neck but keep her firmly pinned on ground.  He calms himself.  “You have one chance, and only one” Eddie says rising to his feet.  Mickie squints to look up at him, the halogen bulbs blotting out his face.  His zipper lowers and as he steps in front of the light. As he does Mickie is greeted with 9” of thick black cock.  “Open your mouth.” Eddie demands.
      Mickie's mind raced, so much trying to be processed at once, she'd frequently heard the way her father spoke of minorities how they were less than "us", she knew this kind of thing was wrong, she knew he was cruel but most of all, Mickie knew what he wanted.  Her ‘boyfriend’ has asked for the same and she’s always found other ways to please him, but she didn't think Eddie would stand to be so sated.  This was different, she wasn’t being asked to jerk off some 6" high schooler, the monstrosity in front of her was substantially larger than what she’d felt in the dark, under the covers from her parent’s basement.  
      “Open NOW!” Eddie screams.  She knew it was wrong, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She crawls away as far as the chain would allow her to get.  “I thought you might say that,” he cynically replies.  “Just remember, you had a chance.”  Eddie places his cock back into his pants and turns to face Ori who is still recovering from the tremendous blow he dealt her.  He quickly makes his way across the room, removing the key from his pocket he pops the lock on her chain, taking it into his hands he scoops up Ori.
      “Mickie….?” She hoarsely calls out.
      “WAIT!?” Mickie finally realizes who she has sacrificed with her disobedience. “No please wait, I- ILL DO IT!” she begs.  “PLEASE STOP,” she calls out her pleas falling on deaf ears as Ori’s little body can be seen squirming fighting her captor but even at full strength she’d be no match for him.  
Eddie makes his way towards another door on the far side of the room.  Mickie becomes frantic, yanking with all her might at the wooden post.  “YOU CANT DO THIS! PLEASE STOP!!! YOU BASTARD! YOU CANT!”  Ori is slung over his shoulder, Mickie watches as she fights, pushes and resists his grasp to the best of her ability. But to no avail.  Their eyes meet, in Ori, Mickie only sees helplessness, and in Mickie, Ori sees only hopelessness.
      “Remember, I didn’t do this,” Eddie replies pushing open the door.  “You did.” He disappears into the darkness of that room with Ori in tow.
“MICKIEEEEE HELLLPPPP PL-“ Her sister’s pleas stop and Mickie’s heart drops through the floor. The door closes.

SILENCE.
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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter Two: 14<9
« Reply #1 on: February 26, 2017, 05:13:41 AM »
Oh, very good
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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter Two: 14<9
« Reply #2 on: February 26, 2017, 09:58:53 AM »
Wait a minute. He's not being very nice to those poor girls at all! What gives?
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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter Two: 14<9
« Reply #3 on: February 27, 2017, 07:33:50 AM »
Wait a minute. He's not being very nice to those poor girls at all! What gives?

Im sure he will be much nicer in chapter 3....i bet he's gonna read ori a bedtime story
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« Reply #4 on: February 27, 2017, 10:10:33 AM »
Wait a minute. He's not being very nice to those poor girls at all! What gives?

Im sure he will be much nicer in chapter 3....i bet he's gonna read ori a bedtime story
I want to hear that story!
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« Reply #5 on: February 27, 2017, 10:20:48 AM »
Oh, Sweet [ Bubbles ]

This is an amazing story!!

Please have Eddie snatch up Mommy soon, and have ALL three girls in his clutches......


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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter Two: 14<9
« Reply #6 on: February 28, 2017, 08:14:05 PM »
Oh, Sweet [ Bubbles ]

This is an amazing story!!

Please have Eddie snatch up Mommy soon, and have ALL three girls in his clutches......


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I'll see what I can do, also I'm open to any suggestions for the story or the fate of these two lovely ladies. 

PS the next chapter is almost done, editing is the WORSE part of story writing. If only i had perfect grammar and typing the first time around lol
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« Reply #7 on: February 28, 2017, 11:18:56 PM »
Oh, Sweet [ Bubbles ]

This is an amazing story!!

Please have Eddie snatch up Mommy soon, and have ALL three girls in his clutches......


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I'll see what I can do, also I'm open to any suggestions for the story or the fate of these two lovely ladies. 

PS the next chapter is almost done, editing is the WORSE part of story writing. If only i had perfect grammar and typing the first time around lol
Actually, not so much their fate per se, but you mentioned reading Ori a bedtime story. Maybe if you have any other short story ideas running around in your head, you could include it as a story within the story as his way of scaring them and mentally softening them up. Like, "Hey girlies, let me tell you about the last girl who tried to kick me."
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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate - Chapter Two: 14<9
« Reply #8 on: March 01, 2017, 06:09:24 AM »
Oh, Sweet [ Bubbles ]

This is an amazing story!!

Please have Eddie snatch up Mommy soon, and have ALL three girls in his clutches......


Tony V.             :police:

I'll see what I can do, also I'm open to any suggestions for the story or the fate of these two lovely ladies. 

PS the next chapter is almost done, editing is the WORSE part of story writing. If only i had perfect grammar and typing the first time around lol
Actually, not so much their fate per se, but you mentioned reading Ori a bedtime story. Maybe if you have any other short story ideas running around in your head, you could include it as a story within the story as his way of scaring them and mentally softening them up. Like, "Hey girlies, let me tell you about the last girl who tried to kick me."

Totally love that idea,  i mean you know how i love to weave stories together
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« Reply #9 on: March 01, 2017, 03:31:30 PM »
New one is up!
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« Reply #10 on: March 01, 2017, 03:55:45 PM »
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« Reply #11 on: July 30, 2018, 09:17:44 AM »
This is a brilliant story. I just joined this site and it has been worth it just for this!
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« Reply #12 on: September 06, 2018, 09:44:39 AM »
Omg poor girls :'(

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« Reply #13 on: March 07, 2019, 11:38:46 AM »
This is a brilliant story. I just joined this site and it has been worth it just for this!

Well I had no idea this story was so popular, I guess I'll continue this one too. XOXO

Thank for the love
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« Reply #14 on: March 07, 2019, 12:32:04 PM »
Omg yes!!! I have one of those unicorn onesie pajamas and I pictured myself as the younger sister. I would love to have it torn off me or tortured in it. Yes please continue  ;D

By the way I am in college and I like to dress comfy when studying so go ahead and laugh  ;D :emot_kiss.gif: