The Redstone girls

The Redstone girls by John Andrew. Back.

I can still remember, the cold shiver that ran through me when I heard the news that Debbie and Marie Redstone had been released from prison, and had been making enquiries about me. Debbie and Marie had hospitalised a local man, Jeff Cooper, for ‘not showing enough respect’. They had broken into his house, whilst he was sleeping, and tortured him for several hours before breaking his arms and legs. At the request of the victim, the court had been closed to the public and press for the duration of the trial, and the case had been heard in camera. I had been the one to see the girls coming out of Jeff Cooper’s house in the early hours of the morning and, after hearing about the attack, had told the Police and given evidence to that effect. The details of Jeff’s torture were never published, but the girls were given six months each. As far as Debbie and Marie were concerned, I had been the one to get them put away.

Debbie Redstone was 19 years old, 5’ 4" tall with long, wavy auburn hair. Marie, her younger sister, was 18 years old, 5’6" tall with the same auburn hair colour, but in a short, cropped style. Both girls wore the same ‘uniform’ of black vest tops under a black leather waistcoat, black leather mini skirt over bare legs and 4" heeled knee length black leather boots. Both girls worked out at Andre’s gym and had sculpted, tight muscular bodies, whilst very much maintaining their femininity.

I felt, under the circumstances, it would be wise not to venture out after dark and to make sure all windows and doors in my house were kept locked at all times. And so, this was how I lived for the first six days after their release.

One thing that I will never take lightly again is ‘gut-feelings’. If I had listened to my own internal alarm bells, none of the events that I am about to relate would have happened.

It all started about 11.30pm on the Saturday night. I was sat at home watching TV, with the volume as low as possible so that I would hear any attempts to break in. Next to my chair was a pickaxe handle. Debbie and Marie may be attractive women on the outside, but I had no intention of facing what was inside them without an advantage. I was living on my nerves.

I almost leapt from my skin as the first ring of the telephone cut the almost silent air. Should I answer it? They couldn’t do anything to me on the end of a telephone line, except threaten me. I gingerly picked up the receiver,

"Hello"?

"Hi John, it’s Michelle. How are things"?

I breathed a sigh of relief. Michelle and I had been friends for about five years and I felt an enormous sense of joy at hearing her voice.

"Hi Mich, I’m fine, keeping my head down at the moment, but fine".

"Oh, you mean this business with Debbie and Marie"?

"Yes. I don’t even go out anymore. They’ve got me running scared"!

"Oh, that’s a pity. I was going to ask you to pop over here. I’m feeling lonely, to be honest, John".

Michelle lived about three miles away. Neither of us wanted to get involved in a serious relationship, and yet we both had sexual needs, and so we maintained each other’s sanity by being both friends and lovers to each other.

I considered the risk and felt that I could drive over in my car and return in daylight, tomorrow.

I was living in a state of paranoia. Every sound, every creak was the Redstone girls, coming to get me.

"Actually, Mich, I think that we could both use some TLC at the moment. I’ll be over in about fifteen minutes, okay"?

"I’ll have some wine open and ready for when you get here. See you soon".

I put down the receiver and ran my hand through my hair. A short break from this madness was what I needed. So why were my instincts making me feel uncomfortable about what I’d just arranged with Michelle"?

I put my fears to the back of my mind and put my boots and jacket on. I could take the pick-axe handle out to the car, just in case, and if I didn’t need it, I could keep it in the car until tomorrow, when I would need to search the house on my return.

Dressed and armed, I quickly made my way to my car, got in, started it and sped off hastily towards Michelle’s house. I couldn’t help thinking at the time; Michelle doesn’t usually refer to the Redstone girls by their first names. She had always privately called them ‘Dog of two heads’.

I reached Michelle’s drive way and drove right up to the front of the house. I waited a moment and looked around for anybody moving about. The Redstone girls were dangerous and clever. As all looked okay, I jumped out of the car, ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. I watched behind me as I waited for the door to be answered. I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Michelle. Michelle Bonner was a slim, 26 year old with shoulder length blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She was wearing a loose, floral patterned summer dress. I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside in a swift movement. Once inside, I turned to shut and lock the door only to see the door slam shut behind me. There, with her arm across the door, stood Marie Redstone.

The Redstone’s preyed on their victims together. If Marie was here, where was Debbie? I swung away from Marie to see where Debbie was hiding. The answer hit me. She was behind me, wielding a baseball bat at my head. In an instant, I raised my right arm to stop the blow as the bat made contact with my forearm. ‘CRACK’!! The pain sheared through my arm as I grabbed the broken limb with my left hand. Marie grabbed me from behind around my throat and pulled me backwards, off balance. I heard Michelle scream out,

"Please, Debbie, please don’t hurt him"!

Debbie’s sharp retort silenced Michelle’s pleas.

"Shut the fuck up whore, or I’ll fucking kill the son of a bitch"!

Debbie was swinging the bat again, but lower. The bat hit me straight in my balls. I screamed, much to Debbie’s amusement. I twisted and convulsed with the wrenching fire in my scrotum, unable to move in Marie’s arm lock.

Through tear filled eyes, I watched helplessly as Debbie lined up the bat for another attack,

‘CRACK’!! Debbie swung the bat low, putting all of its impact into the side of my left knee. I expelled a guttural grunt as my legs buckled from under me. Marie released the grip from my throat and I collapsed to the floor, helpless at Debbie’s booted feet. I heard Debbie’s voice from above me,

"Hi John. It’s good of you to come and visit us. I hope you won’t think me a bad hostess if I deal with little Michelle first, will you"?

I looked up through the tears to see Debbie grab a handful of Michelle’s lovely blonde hair and yank her down to her knees before the leather clad Domina. Marie walked around from behind me and stood in front of the kneeling Michelle.

Marie was the first to speak,

"What are we going to do with this one"?

Debbie yanked Michelle’s head back and stared coldly down at her tear stained face.

"She’s going to join in our fun, aren’t you, you little whore"?

"Michelle sobbed uncontrollably. Without warning, Marie slapped Michelle across the face as hard as she could.

"When my sister asks you a fucking question, you answer it, you ignorant little piece of shit"!!!

Another sharp slap induced Michelle’s answer,

"Yes, anything, yes. Please don’t hurt us. We promise that we won’t tell anybody"!

Debbie and Marie began to laugh. Debbie yanked back on Michelle’s hair and started to drag her across the floor behind her.

Marie turned on her stiletto heels to face me again.

"And what about you big mouth, are you going to do anything for us if we promise not to hurt you"?

Marie let out a cold, sadistic laugh. Before I could answer, I watched as Marie drew her left foot back and swung a vicious kick at my face. The toe of her boot caught me underneath my cheekbone sending the side of my face numb. Debbie had dragged Michelle, by her hair, to the bottom of the staircase. She turned to her sister and said,

"Tie him up, sis, and then bring him upstairs. I’ll get this one ready for our pleasure"!

Debbie let out an evil cackle that made Marie start giggling. Marie looked down at me. Grabbing me by a handful of hair, she turned my face up towards hers and called back to her sister,

"What’s the point, you’ve fucked his arm up and that leg isn’t going to get him far"?

"I don’t want him to offer ANY resistance to us. He can only crawl? That’s fine. Just collar and leash the fucker and drag his sorry ass up here when it’s done"!

Marie stood over me for a moment, with her legs astride my prone body. I couldn’t see her raise her foot and direct its 4" stiletto heel straight into my back. I screamed out with the extreme pain. I began to shake. I couldn’t conceive of a worse nightmare than to be the playthings of these two sadistic beauties. I thanked God for this short reprieve whilst Marie went out to the garage to get the collar and lead with which to continue my punishment and humiliation as their abject prisoner.

Upstairs, I could hear Michelle’s muffled pleadings between torrents of abuse and slapping from Debbie. Marie returned from the garage with a black studded dog collar and a leather lead. She leaned over me and fitted the collar around my throat and attached the lead, giving it a sharp pull, which nearly choked me.

"Crawl behind me, on your knees or on your belly, like the fucking slug that you are"!

Marie pulled sharply again on the lead and started to walk towards the stairs. I tried to lift myself onto my hands and knees, but the damage to my forearm and leg made it impossible for me to sustain my weight without extreme pain. Marie continued to pull sharply on the lead,

"Move it, fuck pig, we’ve got things to do"!

I resigned myself to the fact that I could only move by crawling on my belly and using my one good arm and leg to slither behind my beautiful, but cruel torturer. As best as I could, I mounted the stairs and crawled across the landing, dragged behind Marie, until we reached Michelle’s bedroom. Marie stopped in the doorway and I crawled alongside her, my face next to her stiletto heeled boot, and observed the scene. Michelle had been quiet and now I saw why! Michelle had been tied by her wrists and ankles, on her back, to the four corners of the bed. Debbie was sat on Michelle’s face, facing her feet with her ass engulfing Michelle’s nose and mouth, and was smiling at Marie. Michelle was struggling and writhing beneath her dominant captor.

"Tie him to the table over there and bring that hairbrush over to me, sis. Michelle’s being disobedient.

Once again, I felt the tug on the lead and crawled to a long teak wood table, on which were sat a TV and video. Marie lashed my lead to the leg of the table and picked up a wooden handled hairbrush from the dressing table, situated next to the double bed on which Michelle was being smothered by Debbie’s shapely ass. Debbie looked over her shoulder, into the eyes of her subdued victim and warned,

"Michelle. If you don’t lick my pussy, Marie is going to ram the bristle end of your hairbrush in and out of your cunt until you do. Now, lick it bitch, make me happy"!

Marie moved closer to the bed, holding the hairbrush, ready to administer Debbie’s threat to the frightened and whimpering Michelle. I watched as Michelle’s jaw started to move beneath her tormentor’s crotch, and heard Debbie sigh,

"Oh yes. That’s good. If you do a good job, I’ll let you lick Marie out next"!

I heard the slurping and sucking sounds from Michelle’s attempts at assuaging the leather-clad Domina. Marie turned towards me and placed her booted foot in front of my face,

"While I’m waiting, slug, you can lick my boot clean for me, can’t you"?

I knew that any refusal, by either Michelle, or myself to do what our captors wanted, was going to hurt. My arm and leg left me in no doubt as to how much pain these evil vixens were willing to inflict. I slithered forward, put out my tongue and began to lick the toe and instep of Marie’s boot. I heard her purr above me, with delight.

I heard Debbie’s voice again, taunting Michelle.

"Tell me that you love licking my pussy, whore"!

Debbie raised her ass off of Michelle’s face, just enough to allow her to answer,

"I…..love…l…l…licking…….your pu……pu…….pussy".

Michelle sobbed out. Debbie looked over at her sister and laughed. Marie smiled and said,

"Isn’t that sweet. Well, if she loves your pussy, she’ll love mine"!

Both girls began laughing. Marie swapped boots and I began licking her other boot, without hesitation. I admit it. I was terrified, and knew that these teenage gangsters would think nothing of ending my existence in their own perverse way.

"Hey Marie, I need to fart"! Debbie lifted herself slightly off Michelle’s face just enough to shuffle herself forward and position Michelle’s mouth against her sweaty ass hole.

"Make her beg for it, first"! Marie teased, knowing that Michelle would be too terrified of the sisters to deny them anything.

"Hey, whore, beg me to fart in your mouth. Tell me you want to eat my farts. Beg for me, now, slut"!

Michelle stuttered out through her tears,

"P….Please….f….f….fart in m….my m….m..mouth"!

Marie moved her boot away from my tongue, strode over to the bed and viciously slapped Michelle’s exposed mound five or six times with the hairbrush,

"Beg, you fucking whore, beg"!

"Please, I b…beg, please Debbie, f..fart in my m…mouth"!

"Well, if you insist".

I watched from my lowly position as Debbie arched her back and pushed her ass firmly down onto Michelle’s tear stained face. I watched Debbie close her eyes and give out a soft grunt before I heard the trumpet of her fart resound in Michelle’s mouth. Debbie and Marie began to giggle. Marie looked down at me and snapped,

"And we don’t really have anything against this little whore. We just needed her to get to you. So, think what we’ve got in store for you"!

I shuddered, as Debbie looked down from her sobbing throne and added,

"I’ve got special plans for that big mouth of yours, so don’t go away. It’ll be your turn soon enough"!

Debbie lifted herself off Michelle’s face and stood in front of me. I heard her enquire of Marie,

"Has he finished doing your boots"?

Marie answered,

"Yes, you carry on and use him. It’s my turn to ride the whore"!

I watched the leather clad vixen climb onto the bed and, pulling her thong panties off and casting them aside, mount her ass onto the helpless blonde’s face. I received a simple instruction from Debbie,

"Lick my boots clean, NOW"!

I strained forward with my tongue and began to polish the boot presented to me. I licked the toe and instep, moving round to lick the length of Debbie’s 4" heels. From the bed, I could hear Marie farting on Michelle’s face and laughing at her futile struggles to avoid the degrading act that she was being forced to undergo. I continued licking Debbie’s boots until,

"Debs, when do we cure big mouth of his problem"?

"Why, Marie. Are you ready to………fill his vacancy"?

"What! Do you mean, am I ready for a shit yet"?

The sister’s laughed as I looked at them, wide eyed in shock and disgust at what their conversation might mean.

Debbie withdrew her boots from my tongue and said,

"Well, if you’re not ready, I am. We’ll use the big mouth as our toilet and then we can sit on the whore’s tongue and she can act as toilet paper for us".

Debbie squatted down in front of me and held my chin in her hands to make me face her.

"Did you get all of that, big mouth. We’ve decided that, as you like opening your mouth so much, we’d put that wide-open space to some practical use. So, after much deliberation, we’ve chosen to employ that mouth as our toilet. You do want to be our toilet, don’t you"?

I looked away from Debbie, in disgust. I had no desire to allow these teenage sadists to abuse me, especially in such a gross manner. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say yes and I feared what they’d do to me if I said no. I dejectedly tried to plead with the girls’ better natures,

"Please Debbie…".

"Did you hear that Debs, he said, ‘Yes please Debbie’"!

"What a good little toilet he is. Well, let’s not keep him waiting then"!

I watched in horror as Debbie slid her panties off and turned around to present her, admittedly exquisitely shaped, ass to me. Marie climbed off Michelle’s face and sat on the edge of the bed to observe her older sister’s humiliation of me. Debbie pulled on my collar until I was sat up with my back to the dressing table. I heard Debbie’s warning,

"Don’t waste any of my delicious chocolate or, by fuck, I’ll crucify you worse than anyone I’ve ever battered. Just chew it and swallow it, understand"?

I felt repelled as I answered her, tears starting to fill my eyes at the realisation of what was about to be done,

"Yes, Debbie".

Debbie bent her knees, lifted the back of her leather mini skirt and pushed her ass hole against my lips. I couldn’t raise the courage to open my mouth and submit to this degradation. Marie stepped away from the bed and assisted me by placing her boot between my legs and applying increasing pressure onto my balls. Within moments, I had opened my mouth. Debbie nestled her ass hole tightly to my open mouth and let rip with a rasping fart. As I gagged on the foul smelling gas, I felt Debbie’s sphincter begin to open and a 9" log of shit force it’s way along my tongue and begin to build up in the back of my mouth. As soon as the last piece of my captor’s shit had escaped her ass hole, I heard from above me,

"Now, chew it big mouth, chew my shit and swallow it or we’ll bury you alive in our shit"!

In abject defeat, I began to chew on the soft, foul tasting offering. I had to swallow continually to prevent myself from vomiting Debbie’s ‘chocolate’ across the room. It took several minutes to complete my degradation before Debbie announced,

"Okay, sis. It’s your turn now. I’ll just use the little fart face whore here, to clean my ass for me"!

Marie released the pressure from my scrotum and Debbie stepped away, mounting the bed to sit astride Michelle’s face again and use her tongue to clean the shit smears from her ass. Marie took off her thong panties and threw them down. She looked coldly into my eyes and said,

"I’ve been waiting for this moment. Open wide, big mouth"!

Marie turned her back to me and lifted her mini skirt to reveal a perfectly formed peach shaped ass. She backed herself into my face and adjusted her footing. She stepped onto my scrotum sack with her 4" heel and ordered,

"Beg me to do this. Beg, really submissively, for me to shit into your mouth. Beg for it, toilet"!

With my nose resting against the edge of her crack, and my breath reminding me that there was no way out, I begged,

"Please Marie, I beg you, shit into my mouth".

"Oh, put some fucking feeling into it"! Marie stepped down onto my scrotum with her full weight. I howled in agony as I felt her heel cutting through the skin and pinching the edge of one of my balls.

Please, please, I’m begging you, please. Shit in my mouth, please, please"!

"That was much better. Okay, put your mouth where it belongs"!

I put my head forward and lodged it between Marie’s cheeks, enclosing her ass hole with my lips. I could feel the flexing of her sphincter.

"Here it comes, don’t lose any of it. Eat it all"!

Her hole expanded to allow the long log of soft shit to curl itself within the confines of my mouth. Marie watched with a wicked glee while I chewed and swallowed down her foul tasting shit.

"Have you finished with the toilet paper yet, Debs"?

"Yeah, she’s about done cleaning me".

Marie stepped over to the bed. Debbie dismounted from Michelle’s shit smeared mouth, Marie climbed on, joking with her elder sister,

"Hey Debs, the seat’s still warm"! The Dominas laughed at the cruel joke. Debbie walked over to where I sat. I watched Marie wiggling about on Michelle’s mouth, revelling in her power over the captive woman who was cleaning her captor’s ass, without resistance. Debbie walked up to me. She looked at my broken, swollen limbs; my shit stained face and issued her ultimatum,

"We spent six months of our lives behind bars because you had to be a big mouth. Well, this is how it goes from this moment on, we can take your pretty little friend here and torture her until she loses her sanity, or else, you can save her mind and self-respect by agreeing to offer your life to us for twelve months. That works out at six months for each of us. You’ll do absolutely anything that we want or demand of you. You’ll be our boot licker, you’ll lick sweat from our ass’s, feet, armpits, in fact anywhere we say, and, of course, you’ll be our personal toilet and ass wipe. If you obey us without question or hesitation, we will refrain from breaking parts of your skeleton. We’ll still beat you, if it pleases us to do so, we just won’t break anything. Well, what’s your answer"?

I looked at poor Michelle, lying tied to her own bed, her face streaked with shit stained tears. I couldn’t allow her to suffer anymore. I had no choice but to debase myself for these two teenage Dominas, for the next twelve months. I agreed to Debbie’s terms.

"Good. When we want you, we’ll telephone. You’ll attend to our wishes immediately, dropping anything else that you’re doing. The first time that you fail to attend to our needs, or we feel that you haven’t responded quickly enough, we’ll just pop back here and get your sweet little friend here to service us instead. Is that understood"?

"Yes, I understand".

Marie butted in,

"And from now on, you’ll address us as ‘Goddess’, even in public, is that understood"?

I couldn’t do anything but agree.

Debbie and Marie stood in front of me, enjoying the sight of their handiwork, hands on hips. Debbie looked at me quizzically,

"Well, aren’t you going to kiss our feet and thank us both for being so lenient in our sentencing"?

I lowered myself to the floor with my one good arm and crawled towards the shiny leather boots of the malevolent sisters.

I kissed each girls boots in turn and thanked them,

"Thank you, Goddess, for your merciful judgement". The words almost stuck in my throat.

My sentence was about to begin, six months servitude to the Redstone girl’s perverse desires. Michelle and I remained in stunned silence as we heard the girls descend the staircase, laughing and gloating about what they’d made us do. The front door slammed shut as the two beautiful Dominas left the house. Neither Michelle nor I ever spoke of that day again.

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