Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance") - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance")

... fair that you be the last one to return the favor,” Dad told her, smiling. Donna walked over, smiling, the dildo swinging from her hips. Tyson looked up at her, and panicked. “No! No! Please don’t!” he screamed, trying to get up, but his legs were weakened from the vicious fuckings he’d taken, and he merely collapsed back onto the floor, flat on his stomach. We stood back as Donna knelt down and positioned herself over Tyson, lining up the giant dildo with his abused ass, getting ready to stretch him out even further. Meanwhile, we guys were putting our pants back on and lighting up cigarettes. “Give it to him, baby girl!” said Dad in his dangerous voice. And with that, Donna began forcing herself onto Tyson, forcing that huge dildo into his ass. Tyson screamed louder than ever as his hole was ripped open. Deeper and deeper the fake dick sunk into his ass, and with no lube available (or necessary for that matter), Tyson knew nothing but excruciating agony. Finally Donna was in to the hilt, and she began fucking him as hard as she could. Not nearly as hard as any of us guys had done, but that extra width was definitely doing the trick. Tyson screamed over and over as Donna plunged her dildo in over and over, talking to Tyson in a calm, ice-cold voice, telling him that karma had finally caught up to him. And all the while, the guys and I smoked our cigs and cheered her on. She fucked him for about fifteen minutes before she finally pulled out. The dildo was streaked with blood ...

... and tiny pieces of poop. She slid it down and took it off. “I think he’s loose enough for his cellmates-to-be now,” she said, smiling down at Tyson, who was barely conscious, whimpering quietly in the aftermath of his gang-rape. “Yeah, I think this motherfucker’s learned his lesson,” said Cody. Kareem walked forward and kicked Tyson in the nuts as hard as he could, making him writhe in pain again. “That’s for calling me the N-word!” he shouted. “Now listen up, fucker,” said Dad, kneeling down beside Tyson and speaking in a quiet voice. “We’re gonna keep you here for a while and give all your wounds some time to heal up. You’re gonna go on your Facebook page and post a status saying you’re taking a hiatus for a while, and tell people not to call you, or text you, or contact you at all. Once you’ve healed up, you’re gonna go back on your Facebook and post a status and tell everyone what you did, and that you’re going to turn yourself in. Take a few hours and give everyone a chance to read it, and then deactivate your profile. Then I’m gonna take you down to the police station, and you’ll turn yourself in. You will NOT mention ANYTHING that’s happened tonight, or else! Do you understand?” Tyson was still crying quietly, but he nodded. “Good,” said Dad contentedly. “I’m glad we’re of one mind. Boys, get this piece of shit out of my sight.” Cody, Kareem and I dragged Tyson, still handcuffed, to a closet under the stairs (similar to the one in Harry Potter). I took a bandanna and ...