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Sometimes you just get pushed over the edge. Sometimes you come back. Sometimes you say, \"Fuck it!\" and let yourself get pulled into the darkness. This is a story of a woman pushed to a point of no return and the twisted fun that followed.

My name is Tina. At 38, I am the oldest of three sisters. There is a considerable age gap. Donna is 28 and Stephany is 20. The first part of my childhood, from birth to age 10, I was an only child. That changed when Donna was born. As often happens, my parents favored the baby over me and I got pushed aside. Not a huge deal, but still emotionally scarring for a 10 year old girl. Then again when I was 18 my parents had another miracle baby, Stephany. By that time I was all but forgotten. The straw that broke the camel's back though, was the fact that at age 18 I decided to come out. I broke the news to my family that I was gay. I liked girls and I was in a romantic relationship with a girl from school. Living in a very conservative town in the Missouri, my family couldn't cope with the new. I was disowned and essentially cut out of the family.

I said, \"Fuck it!\" and walked away, never looking back. I moved to California with my girlfriend and began my new life. Never looking back until of course last summer. I forgot to mention that my parents were wealthy. Extremely wealthy. My mom passed away a few years ago of breast cancer and this last summer my dad had a massive heart attack and never recovered. I got the call and flew back to Missouri. This was literally the first time I had seen my sisters in 20 years. I had tried to reconnect with them several times over the past decades. I figured they were younger and more progressive and could accept my lifestyle even if my parents couldn't. I was wrong. They were more violently opposed to it than my parents ever were. My parents just chose to cut me out of their hearts and memories, but my sisters were both vicious and attacked me on social media relentlessly. It was a shame. I hoped that a death in the family would have some calming affect. Again, I was wrong.

When I arrived I was ignored. Phone calls were not returned. I had to track down all the information about where the funeral was to be held. In person, they wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. But I was here because of my dad. Right or wrong, he was still my dad and I would honor his memory. After the service I was approached by our longtime family lawyer who informed me that the reading of the will would take place the following day at his office. He politely invited me to attend. This was very unwelcome news to Donna and Stephany, who advocated for me to be barred from attending. I almost gave them what they wanted and flew back to the coast, but in the end I chose to at least be there to see what the old man had written. I didn't expect much, but maybe I was wrong.

I was not wrong. The next day we sat in silence as the attorney read the will. We were all equally stunned to hear the sum of the estate was even greater than we thought. An eye popping 260 million dollars were left behind. I began to get excited until the details were read. Donna and Stephany would each get an equal share of fifty percent. I was completely cut off. However, there was a contingency clause. If I would publicly recant of my evil gay lifestyle, admit that it was wrong, and ask my sisters, my friends, and the general public to forgive me. And If I would agree to live the rest of my life in a state of proud heterosexual normalcy, I would be included and myself, Donna, and Steph would each then receive 33%, to a tune of some $86 million dollars. I couldn't believe it. My sisters couldn't believe it. We all sat in stunned silence until I finally stood and walked out.

The lawyer followed me out the door. He said he needed an answer, so I told him that he and my sisters and my dead parents, for that matter, could all go fuck themselves. They could keep their money. Then I walked away. As I waited down the hall for the elevator, I heard the cheering from my pieces-of-shit sisters when they heard that they wouldn't have to share millions of dollars with a worthless faggot sister after all. I wanted to scream. I wanted to walk back in that office and tear their throats out. But I just calmly got on the elevator and closed the door. I brooded over the event the whole way to back to the hotel. I couldn't believe the audacity of my father to demand such a thing. I couldn't believe the childishness and hate from my only two sisters. I barely knew them and now I never would.

That is when the thought formed in my head. They don't deserve to me millionaires. They deserve to be taught a lesson. When I arrived at my hotel I started planning. First, I called the lawyer and told him that I changed my mind, I would do everything my father had demanded and take the money and run. This would get my sister's attention and allow me to enact the rest of the plan. I gave him my number and told him that if either of my sister's asked for it to give it to them. I had previously given it to both of them, but I knew at that point neither of them and kept it. Why would they. Then I lay back and waited.

In took less than an hour. Donna was the first to call. I split second after I hit \"talk\" I was assaulted with an unended string of hate and curses and threats. I hung up. She called back. I let it go straight to voicemail. Two minutes later Stephany called. She tried another approach. She told me that she understood and felt for me. She told me that she couldn't believe \"Daddy\" would have demanded that I change who I was. It wasn't right. If I wanted to talk she was \"totally there for me\". I thanked her and told her that I would love to talk. I asked if she and Donna would meet with me. She was sure that she could convince Donna. I was sure too. They were probably sitting together right now, both listening to the call.

I told her I wanted to meet at my hotel room. She didn't like the idea of leaving the family home, but agreed. They would be there within an hour. I hung up and got to work. I needed supplies. I had to prepare for a long night.

By the time their car pulled in I was ready. In my hand I held two small syringes filled with a potent knock out cocktail that I had with me. It was actually a horse tranquilizer that my partner used in her Vet office, but I had always liked the idea of being prepared and had brought a small vile with me. Better than a hand gun if you get mugged. Better than mace or pepper spray. Allow the mugger to get in close and then jab the air pressure auto injector needle into their neck. Lights out.

Donna and Stephany were now at the door. I opened it up and for the first time in two decades there was a smiling, cheerful greeting. They actually hugged me. Now that there were millions at stake, they could suck it up and pretend to me civil for a few minutes, I guess. I closed the door behind them and then before they had a chance to register what was going on, I stabbed the first injector into Donna's neck. She just looked at me in surprise, trying to stammer out a response, while I pivoted and jammed the second injector into Steph. I had hit Donna in the perfect spot, on the side of her neck, right next to her jugular. The drugs flooded into her system and she didn't even have time to brace herself before she hit the floor. Stephany on the other hand, had turned just enough that the needle caught her in the front of her throat. The tranquilizer would still be effective, but she took about 20 seconds of coughing and stumbling to go down.

Once they were both unconscious, I quickly went to work. I grabbed my back of supplies and pulled out a roll of duct tape. I secured their wrists, and arms together at the elbows behind their backs. Then I wrapped their ankles and their legs just above the knees. Finally, a strip of tape over their mouths. I checked to make sure they were both breathing through their noses and then relaxed.

I leisurely walked out and backed up the van I had rented that afternoon as close as I could get it to the door of my room. Then I opened the doors to the back of the van, opened the motel door, looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then as quickly as I could I transferred the two unconscious women into the back of the vehicle. I covered them with a large tarp, then tidied up my room and checked out of the motel. I had a long road ahead of me.

The drugs in their system should keep them out for at least 24 hours, but I still wanted to put as much mileage between the scene of the crime and the place where the real fun would start. I had located several options online that afternoon. Places that would suit me exact needs on such short notice. In the end I chose a remote log cabin in the woods in Arkansas. I was able to rent the property online and pay without ever giving my true identity. The cabin would be perfect. The closest neighboring property was a staggering 25 miles away. It was the perfect place to play.

It was dark by the time I arrived, which suited me just find. I left the girls in the back of the van while I surveyed the property and made the final preparations. There were three beds in the cabin. One queen size in the master bedroom and two identical twin beds in the second bedroom. I took the girls in one at a time and laid them out, flat on their backs, on the beds. I then cut the duct tape, stretched out their arms and legs wide and secured them to the headboards and footboards. They were not my helpless female starfishes. I also removed the duct tape from their mouths. I wanted to hear them scream. Because they would scream. But for good measure I also added some tape over their eyes. I would play with them, but I would also enjoy their growing fear.

Then I went into the master bedroom and fell asleep in the surprisingly comfortable bed. I woke up in the morning around 5am when I heard Stephany screaming, just like I anticipated. I walked across the hall and saw that both girls were straining at their duct tape bonds, wildly trying to free themselves. Stephany was screaming for help. Donna, however, was sobbing. Her body was shaking. I slipped back into my bedroom and retrieved the last bit of equipment I had brought. A cheap voice changer device that fit over my face like a covid mask. It had several setting, but I chose a deep, menacing, gravel voice and cranked up the volume to maximum. That was, I could whisper and it would be a growl. I spoke and was thrilled to see both girls jump in surprise.

\"Hello my lovelies\" I said. Stephany shrieked and resumed her futile attempts to free her arms. The duct tape wasn't going anywhere. Donna then piped up, \"Who are you? Where are we? What are you going to do to us?\" Now the real fun would begin as I laid out a terrifying fantasy to them. I told them that their sister had sold them to be. I was a black market human trafficer and they were now in a staging area to be evaluated. If they were lucky then some rich customer might buy them for his own needs. If they were unlucky they would go to one of the whore houses in Mexico to be used 24/7. This was obviously a lie, but they ate it up. They had no reason to doubt me.

Apparently Donna was the smart one. She immediately brought money into the discussion. She told me that they were millionaires and could pay \"whatever you want\". She promised that they wouldn't tell the authorities, just let them go and they would pay a million, 5 million, 10 million. I laughed long and hard. Then I told them something that I'm sure made their hearts sink. I told them that without fail, every single kidnapped whore, claims to be a millionaire. I told them that I wasn't buying it. There was no way. Then I dropped a little bomb and told them that I had paid the insulting price of $1,200 for each of them. This was icing on the cake.

After that Stephany, being the dumb sister, started making threats. She screamed and cursed, and vowed to kill me. Again I laughed, but this time things got more real. I told her that if she so much as raised her voice to me again there would be pain. She was still remarkably bold for a woman tied to a bed and blindfolded. She let out an ear splitting roar of \"Fuck you!\". So, I calmly walked over to her, used a pair of scissors to cut away first her shirt then her bra. They were poultry sheers, industrial grade kitchen scissors that were razor sharp, designed for cutting through meat. She flinched and thrashed around and continued to bellow at me. I then reached out and grasped her right breast in me hand, pinching her nipple. I twisted and pulled and bore down hard. Her flesh responded and her nipple became incredibly hard. I took hold of the very tip of it and stretched it as far as I could manage. Then with the other hand, still holding the scissors, I cut her nipple off.

She exploded in terror and pain, screaming \"Oh my god, oh my god. He cut me! He cut me!\" Donna was now screaming too. I matter of factly told them that I had cut off her right nipple. I had warned her first and this was entirely preventable. As Stephany, collapsed into sobs, I told her that we were not quite done. I told her that she had a choice. I would either cut off her other nipple, or she could eat the nipple I had already cut off. She didn't answer, just sobbed. Donna was sobbing down too. I asked her again, eat the nipple or lose both. Still no answer, so I reached down and attempted to insert the bloody lump of flesh into her mouth. She clamped her jaw shut hard and turned her head away. \"Fine\", I said and reached out for her other nipple. She screamed in horror and began begging, pleading me not to hurt her anymore. Donna also begged me.

I told them that they had a choice. It was very clear. Stephany would eat her own severed nipple or I would cut off the other. Steph deflated into a blubbering mess and kept repeating, \"I can't, I just can't\". That is when something happened that I was not expecting. Donna, showing a weird type of sisterly love offered to eat the tit meat. I agreed. What I nice gesture. I stepped across the room and told her to open her mouth wide. She complied, but I didn't immediately drop the nipple in. I reached out and touched her mouth, tracing her lips, inserting a finger into her mouth and touching her tongue, her teeth. Then I leaned in and told her, \"You need to chew it. Don't try to swallow it whole. I want to see you chew it.\" She nodded. I told her that if she swallowed before I gave her permission I would cut off Stephany's other nipple and both of hers. She nodded again. Good girl.

I dropped the nipple into her mouth and watched in fascination as she obediently chewed, grinding the skin and soft tissue into a pink and red bloody pulp. Good girl, now open your mouth and let me see what you have, stick out your tongue. She did. It was disgusting. \"Ok, baby, you can swallow.\" Did tried to, but in the end couldn't get past the gag reflex and ended up puking all over her chest. That was good enough. I took the scissors and removed her clothes, which were covered in vomit and then I removed the rest of Stephany's. Both girls were now totally naked. I stood watching them and had to admit that both were very attractive. The 20 year old and the 28 year old. Two fine female bodies, Yes, they were my biological sisters, but I was still filled with lust looking at those pussies.

I decided to indulge myself. I removed the voice changer mask and started with Donna. I burried my face in her cunt. I always loved eating a good snatch. Donna tasted good. She responded to my touch too. At first she was jerking away from me, trying to arch her back and get me to stop, but the more I licked and suck, the more her flesh came to life. Her juices began flowing. I loved it. I slurped up every tasty drop and swallowed, feeling the liquid flow down my throat. I concentrated on her clit and she began thrashing around and begging me to stop. As much as she hated me, hated this situation, her clit only knew that an expert lesbian mouth was devouring it. After about 10 continuous minutes of sucking, she settled down and began bucking her hips against my face. This wasn't an attempt to get away. She couldn't resist herself. She was getting ready to climax.

A thrill of excitement ran down my spine and I plunged my tongue deeper into my younger sisters wet hole. All at once, her body began to convulse, her thighs squeezed together against my head and she arched her back, raising her body up off the bed as much as the tape would allow. I was ready for her to cum in my mouth, but I wasn't expecting the torrent of hot, sticky juice that gushed out in long spurts. Instantly my mouth was full and then another pulse hit me in the face, coating my nose and eyes. I swirled her salty nectar around in my mouth before swallowing. I kept my face pressed into her opening and rode her waves of orgasm until she finally sagged against the mattress, her body finally spent. I could hear her panting and feel her body heaving in the aftermath of a thrilling sexual ride.

Just as I was about to let her go, another wicked thought came to my mind. With my mouth still pressed into her slick, quivering pussy, I opened my mouth wide and bit down. Hard. I felt my teeth sink into that soft, tender flesh, breaking skin, puncturing the folds of her labia. In an instant, she went from the heights of sexual gratification to intense, unforeseen pain. She screamed as I bit down again, clamping into her like a pitbull, refusing to let go. I pulled left and right, tearing gashes deeper into her pink insides. My mouth tasted the blood that now poured out in spurts, mixing with her cum and my saliva. Once more I moved my head until I located her clit. It was still engorged. I bit down, scissoring my teeth back and forth as she continued to squeal in agony. I pulled away and ripped her little pleasure sensor completely off. I held it in my mouth, feeling the squishy lump of flesh, then turned and spit it out on the bed next to her.

As I stood I took in the sight. Both sisters were now dripping blood. One from her cunt and one from her breast. I was far from through, but I needed a short break. I walked out of the room laughing to myself.

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