Tali's Terror

TALI’S TERROR

 

Tali Rollerbladed for her life...she was damned fast, but not fast enough PING! One right on her tender, full buttocks. Tali tried to skate faster, but how much faster could it be with a psychotic driving behind you at five miles per hour, shooting your butt with air pellets?

 

"Whee!" Heather squeezed the air rifle trigger and one more BB shot around the side of the convertible window, hitting Tali square on the ass, eliciting a squeal. Heather shot again, and Tali whooped, and jumped but did not stop Rollerblading. Heather smiled grimly. Fenton the Felon took one hand off the wheel to stroke his daughter's thick, unwashed hair. "Having fun, Kitten?"

 

There was little Heather enjoyed more than riding in her stepmother's convertible, while Daddy steered and Heather did the shooting. Watching Tali skate ahead  of the car, trying to avoid the BBs was just hilarious!

 

The entire time they'd been driving up here to Tali's parent’s farm, Heather thought, the Pig and Daddy had been having this boring conversation about critical theory, post structuralism and the nineteenth century novel, and what Dickens meant about whatever horseshit.

 

Thinking of it now, Heather shot Tali in the back of the head, and heard a moan. During the drive, Heather, who had learned nothing in five years of high school and two years of college, had begun to feel left out until Daddy had looked into the back seat and given her the high sign, winking.

And then Heather had realized it would be a fun weekend eventually. Now Heather shot Tali in the left shoulder blade, and grunted in satisfaction when it began bleeding slightly.

 

What fun the weekend had been. As soon as they'd gotten to the bitch's family farm and been nice to the Pig's mother, they'd gotten Tali back out and stripped her and made her skate in front of the car, naked, except for a thong, and her Rollerblades. It had been such a riot, shooting at the fat cow.

 

Now Heather shot again and nicked Tali on her ear lobe, and almost fell out of the car laughing as she heard Tali grab the side of her face and burst into fresh tears.

No, Tali wasn't going "Really, Fenton, Post structuralism celebrates the energies of becoming over the fixities of being." she was just going "Ow!" Which really is what a slavegirl was supposed to be chanting, right?

 

Heather loved being the daughter of Fenton "Hot" Weir car thief and male master of Montgomery County's hottest assistant district attorney.

 

When she was younger, it had been rough, for Fenton had spent most of the time in and out of prison, or on the run from the law. It wasn't until Heather was nearly an adult that he'd invited her into his other world--the world of the sadomasochist.

 

 Now poor Tali was Rollerblading along the lonely road around the Snowden plantation, dressed only in a thong, socks and Rollerblades, and it made Heather, who was terribly jealous of Tali's body and her brain, feel much better.

 

Tali began to slow down, and was gasping, trying desperately to avoid the stinging BB's that were hitting her back, buttocks and thighs.

 

Heather had spent part of her youth in various orphanages and reform schools, as she was no angel either. Part of that time had been living in a Sherriff's Ranch, where Heather had learned expert marksmanship with a .22 and an air rifle. She really knew how to shoot in the right places.

"Run you old cow" Heather screamed at Tali, who was actually only fourteen years older than Heather.

"Okay now turn around and run backwards, Pigface!" Heather yelled, quite excited. Tali had no excuse. She was wearing goggles to protect her eyes, so she turned around  and began skating backwards, which made Heather, who had the balance of a drunk even more jealous.

 

Fenton kindly slowed the car down to three miles per hour.

 

Heather focused on one of Tali's gorgeous full alabaster breasts. PING! Yup, right in the nipple! Tali grabbed her breast and bent over, just missing two more BB's whizzing over her head.

 

"Daddy, make her straighten up again" Heather complained.

"Get your hands behind your back, Tali" shouted Fenton, and Tali miserably obeyed.Heather began shooting.

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PING One in the belly button PING PING Two just below the right breast PING Oooh, one right on the nipple again. PING PING PING

 

Heather clapped her hands. She’d gotten Tali right in the cunt. That was just fantastic!

 

Tali kept screaming as the evil little metal balls scourged her naked body. Finally Fenton allowed Tali to turn around, and Heather took full shots at Tali’s butt.

PING PING PING PING Tali sobbed loudly as the BB’s broke welts open and there were trickles of blood up and down Tali’s beautiful full ass.“Oh, this is even more fun than when I went to visit her at work” Heather enthused.

 

Fenton laughed, thinking of that time. He'd not been there, but he remembered Tali's rendition of the experience, and how miserable it had made her.

"Oh, Fenton, I work so hard to make my staff respect me as a woman in the workplace...I'm tough, and I try to have an aura of dignity, but your daughter, goddamn her, showed up in the middle of the day and ruined the entire facade.

Heather came in and dragged me out of a staff meeting in front of twelve other people by the ear. She screamed something about me neglecting to do the breakfast dishes, and pulled me by the ear, as I precariously stumbled along on my high heels back to my private office.

 

Then Heather threw me across my own desk in front of my intern. She took a pointer from the side of my desk, where I use it for presentations, and after pulling my panties down in front of the intern, and did he enjoy it, she whacked at my poor bottom for nearly twenty minutes! I tried not to cry, but it was so painful, and she left all sorts of splinters in my butt.

 

And the intern, who hates me because I'm always pointing out how incompetent he is, was unfortunately quite encouraging. I also had to bribe him with  about a hundred dollars to keep him from telling anyone else abou this.

 

He laughed his ass off as Heather made my poor buttocks red and welted with the pointer, and then was quite amused as Heather ordered me to kiss his boots! It was quite unacceptable!”

Fenton came back to the present,as Heather shot Tali again, and suddenly the BB rifle was empty. She cursed, and Fenton the Felon grinned.

 

 He loved his chubby, plain daughter, and her anger amused him greatly. Especially the jealousy she seemed to have for Tali, who was beautiful and brilliant, as compared to Heather's very average intelligence.

 

"Here, honey." Heather clapped her hands. "A paintball gun!" Filled with bright red paint, Heather learned as she shot Tali right in the left cheek. Tali screamed and both of the Weirs clapped their hands, Fenton quickly returning his grip on the wheel.

 

Heather shot again and got Tali on a shoulderblade, and watched the red spatter across the young prosecutor's back.

 

This was just magical. Daddy always knew how to make Heather happy. Heather didn't make friends easily, as she was such a bitch. She'd lost her last friend, one of the other pre-kindergarten teachers when she'd asked the children what "that cow" wanted now.

 

It was such a shame that Heather couldn't just dominate everyone the way she did Tali. For a time she had been torturing Senator Linda Smythe, but Heather had poor boundaries, as she was not as bright as Fenton, her dad...and Linda had had to let her go.

 

"But honey, why did you give her a spanking at her press conference" Fenton had asked. "Now the world thinks you're a lunatic fan of hers...a sort of sadistic Squeaky Fromme."

 

Heather hoped her father would give her another chance and introduce her to another wealthy submissive.

 

She still missed Linda's talented tongue. Thinking of it, Heather took another shot and hit Tali in the back of the head, dousing Tali's blonde hair in red dye, making it look as if she'd had a brain hemmorhage or something.

 

Fenton patted Heather on the back as he accellerated from five to six miles an hour. He'd been so sick of hearing Tali going on about her marathons, her ten K runs, and how agile she was. Making her skate ahead of the car while Heather had a bit of fun on her birthday was a good lesson.

 

Soon, Tali was covered in red paint, and Heather had found the third item in her "happy bag", a polished wood slingshot and a bag of black marbles. As Heather began catapulting Tali with marbles, Fenton began driving faster.

 

Fenton reached in the backseat and took out his trusty electric megaphone. "Run, you cow!" Fenton screamed "Run faster!" Fenton accelerated to eight miles an hour, and then nine, and Tali began flagging, and then she fell over. Fenton sighed and hit the brake.

 

"Get her going again, Heather. I'm not having fun right now." Heather pulled the cane out of the back seat and jumped out of Tali's convertible joyfully. Fenton relaxed and opened his copy of "The Elements of Hydrostatics" by Miles Bland.

 

As he idly listened to Tali's screams and Heather's cane slashing the prone slave girl again and again, he wondered how Bland could call himself a mathematician and whether  Tali's mother had started lunch yet up at the Big House.

 

"I hope you had a good drive." Mrs. Snowden said, as they cleared the last of the dishes. She was amazed that Natalia would persist in her relationship with Fenton Weir, the strange, half-breed convict, and certainly didn't think much of Mr. Weir's sullen, overweight daughter, but it might be a phase.

 

Fenton grinned as he watched his future mother-in-law's face. Tali had not been able to tell her parents yet that she and Fenton were engaged. "But why?" Fenton would ask mildly. "You proposed to me, after all." Heather always snorted when this topic came up. It had only been with a two hundred dollar bribe, that Tali had made Heather keep her mouth shut.

 

Right now, of course, Tali was exhausted. She'd had to swim in the freezing creek to get the pain off her before dressing in her sweat suit to go back up to the house.

 

She'd explained that her hair was wet to Momma as a sweat thing; thank God the paint had come out with the repeated rubbings of lye soap that Fenton and Heather had done on her head...she hoped that little bitch Heather was enjoying her fucking birthday.

 

"I wish your father could see you dear." Mrs. Snowden said as she resumed her place at the table. "The Colonel travels much too much, I think." The Colonel had immediately taken a trip as soon as he'd discovered Fenton was coming; he'd gotten sick of the seventh-grade dropout pointing out errors in his Scientific American and New England Journal of Medicine magazines.

"I grant you the man is an intellectual" the Colonel had stormed, "But if he'd refrained from stealing cars and gone to college instead of prison, perhaps I'd feel more welcoming of his ideas."

 

Now Mrs. Snowden fussed about. "The Colonel is in India this time, but I certainly hope he doesn't bring back any new pets. It's been very frustrating dealing with the blessed monkeys that he's got caged near the barn. I can't wait until the people from the zoo come to pick it up."

"Well, Daddy is a remarkable man" Tali said, smiling. "It isn't everyone who could capture three chimpanzees and bring them home."

After lunch Fenton, Tali and Heather went out to the big barn and after Heather whistled, Tali took off her sweat suit and stepped out of the thong.

 

 Fenton and Heather helped Tali up a ladder and tied her wrists to the rafters, and then pulled the ladder away, leaving Tali hanging, her breasts now about a level  above Heather's head.

 

Fenton opened his book, and began picking apart Miles Bland's 'Algebraical problems, producing simple and quadratic equations, with their solutions."

 

"body density based on hydrostatic weighing without head submersion-"Fenton, she's twisting my nipples with pliers!"--To predict body density based on hydrostatic weight without head submersion--"Fenton please! Aaagh!"--cerebral cortical thickness.

 

The normal cortex varies in thickness from 2 to 4 mm, reflecting the “Fenton, I'm dying!" morphology of neuronal sub layers. Cortical pathologies “Shut up, Tali you pig! I'm going to rip your tits off if you don't shut up!"-- often manifest abnormal" Please Miss Heather oh, please!" 

 

Fenton tried to concentrate, but the  noise was too much. Heather was twisting Tali's nipples with pliers, not too hard, but apparently more than Tali desired. Fenton dropped the book and strode over to his hanging, screaming slave girl.

 

Fenton unbuckled his belt and swung it against his hand. "You are just too precious, my dear. You're hoping to freak out your mother, is that it? Heather darling, put a glove on and pick up some of that cowshit and stuff her mouth with it."

 

"No, please, Fenton, I'll be quiet" pleaded Tali. "Really, I will." But Heather had already picked up the turds and was now stuffing them in Tali's mouth. "Now if you yell, I'll push them down your throat, pig."

 

"Now then, you're going to learn to have less of an attitude young lady, unless you want something to cry about." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Fenton slammed his belt against Tali's soft buttocks as the girl tried not to swallow the turds whole.

 

Suddenly the barn door opened, and Fenton looked up, and his weathered face broke into a grin. "Don! Skip! I'm so glad you two could make it!" This was great. Don was an old cellmate of Fenton's from the reform school days, and was also dominant Master to Skip, an arrogant young stockbroker by day and submissive butt-boy at night.

 

"Don, it's good to see you, and you too, of course, Skip" Fenton nodded generously at Skip, who looked debonair in a gray turtleneck and black twill pants. Skip was looking at Don rather intensely. "Master, can I please take my clothes off and pee now"

 

Don smiled, finally. "Yes, go ahead, boy." Skip ripped off his clothes and then turned to Don "P-please give me the key" Don handed Skip a small key, and it was then that Tali, Fenton and Heather saw that Skip had some sort of metal tube on his penis.

 

Skip unlocked the tube, and while he did, Don went over and picked up a bucket and put it in front of Skip. Skip gave the bucket a miserable look, but peed in the bucket, and he peed and peed. Apparently it had been some time since Skip had gone to the bathroom.

 

"Oh, thank you Master" Skip moaned, and finally he quit peeing. "Now drink it, boy" Don ordered, and Skip picked the bucket, now heavy with urine up. As he was drinking his urine, Heather said "No, let me borrow some" and snatched the bucket out of Skip's hands.

 

Swinging the bucket wildly, she doused the hanging Tali with the urine and the district attorney broke into fresh tears as the urine cascaded over her already shivering body.

 

Within ten minutes, Skip was chained to the rafter with Tali, and the two attractive young people looked particularly vulnerable in their nakedness.

 

"I brought a little present for you, Heather" Don said with a smile. "On the way up here, Skip and I stopped by a cute little stand and purchased some habaneras peppers. It didn't make sense, since I don't think they're grown in this state, but the guy had weed too, so I guess he's an importer."

 

This made Fenton laugh. Don was such a pothead. "Do you have gloves, Fenton?" Don asked. "While we enjoy some of this wacky weed, Heather can do a job on the slaves with the peppers, but she has to use gloves, or her hands could be horribly burned."

 

What a fascinating afternoon it was! Fenton and Don fired up, and watched Heather fetch gloves and a stepladder. First, of course she dealt faithfully by Tali.

 

Heather got up on the ladder, and, using the gloves gingerly rubbed habaneras peppers around Tali's face, cheeks and lips, and behind her sensitive ears. Heather laughed as Tali began weeping.

Heather went down a few steps and rubbed the peppers around Tali's sensitive nipples, under her arms and just under her full breasts before turning from a tap from Daddy.

 

"Darling" Fenton said mildly. "Here are a couple of corncobs I found in the barn." Heather's eyes grew big, and she grinned. Heather rubbed habaneras pepper (Don had bought quite a bit of it) all over two of the corncobs, and inserted one in Tali's cunt, and the other up her rectum.

 

For Tali, the feeling was unspeakable. And she couldn't scream, for fear that she might swallow the turds.

 

 Fenton had been concerned that Tali might inconsiderately spit some of the turds out, and so he'd put a bit of duct tape over her full mouth, which of course Heather had temporarily taken off so she could rub the peppers on Tali's lips.

 

Tali's eyes watered and she felt the intense stinging pain on her lips, cheeks, underarms, breasts, cunt and ass, and she watched helplessly as Heather did a similar job on poor Skip, running a corncob up HIS ass as well.

 

As Heather was heterosexual, she really enjoyed rubbing habaneras peppers on Skip's long, hard penis. "This is a big one" Heather enthused. She was amazed at how closely shaved Skip's genital area was, and mushed the peppers all over his cock and balls.

 

Skip screamed bloody murder. "Trouble is, we really can't gag him" Don said. "Our Skipper has asthma. Could we put on some music?"

 

Fenton went up to the house and borrowed Tali's old tape player and soon the barn was ringing with "You Ain't Nothin' But a  Hound Dog" by Elvis, so Skips hollering wasn't that big a deal.

 

Suddenly Fenton heard a scream and a rattling of a cage. The Colonel's chimpanzees? But why not?

 

Getting up, Fenton ambled out of the stables and went to the back of the barn, where there was a large chicken wire cage. Unlocking it, he held the door open gingerly as the three screaming monkeys caroused out, one climbing onto Fenton's back and howling.

 

Smiling gently, Fenton reached into his tattered jeans and pulled out some of the remarkable drug methamphetamine, feeding a bit of it to each of the chimps, before leading them into the barn. A few moments later, Fenton, Don and Heather left the barn, locking the door snugly.

 

 Fenton and Don went off to sample a bit of sour mash near the woods, and Heather climbed onto a barrel to watch the speed freaked monkeys and how they dealt with the two naked prisoners hanging from the rafters.

 

Tali's mouth grew dry as she watched Miko, the biggest of the monks, walk near her. Miko was a little zoned out from the meth, and he got rather excited, staring at Tali's naked body. Tali tried to hold still, but the pain from the peppers had her wiggling.

 

Suddenly Miko came over and reached up and grabbed Tali's knee, and then moved his hairy hand up to her cunt. Nearby, Skip hung terrified, as Werr, a smaller chimp, climbed up on his hanging legs and slowly mounted him, climbing slowly higher. "Good God, Tali, he's about to grab my dick!" Skip whispered.

 

Tali would have sympathized, but she had her own problems. Miko was now climbing up her, and when he reached eye level, he wrapped his legs round her hanging waist and began sucking her breasts. Suddenly, the peppers got him and he pulled his hairy, toothy mouth off Tali's nipples, and he slapped her across the face.

 

"It's not my fault, Miko" Tali said, as tears came to her eyes. "I didn't put the peppers on my nipples." Tali could hear Heather laughing at the window.

 

Suddenly, Tali felt her long hair being pulled, and knew that Tila, the girl monkey, had found it, and was going to pull herself up by Tali's braid. Between Miko, who was sucking Tali's breasts and biting her nipples, because he thought the peppers had "bit" him, and Tila climbing up her braid and dragging Tali's head back, she didn't listen to Skip screaming in agony because Werr had bitten him on the penis rather harshly. Oh God.

 

Suddenly, Tali felt Miko's penis going into her vagina, and she fainted.

 

Outside, Heather watched avidly at the window, frigging herself...it would be a long and pleasurable afternoon!