KP Wins Again
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Power Pack, The
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,155
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Generic Disclaimer: I I do not own the Power Pack or any franchise they may be a part of, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Julie's Day at the Beach
It was a fine, sunny summer’s day, and the beach was not too crowded just yet. They had chosen the perfect spot just near one end of the main tourist draw, where there just a handful of people hanging around, coming and going. The sand was soft and fine, gleaming white in the late morning sun. The sea was such a deep blue as Julie had never seen before, and just a bit further along, the beach gave way to a rock formation that sheltered a small cove away from the public eye. A sparse scattering of towels and shades had already been set out. The sea breeze was cool, the sun was warm, and the sky was clear.
And Julie Power had never felt so naked in her entire life.
The bikini she was wearing barely covered a thing, but it couldn’t be much more obscene than what most of the other teenage girls were wearing. At least it kept all the important bits under wraps, and the red fabric not only accented the light tan she’d been getting lately, but it also kept rubbing on her in the most sensational way. That, however, was only half the problem.
“Ice cream,” demanded a voice from behind her, “Now.” The voice was Katie, her younger sister, and the hand that landed on her backside a second later was probably hers as well. Julie didn’t flinch, or gasp, as she had the first few dozen times. Katie had trained those responses out of her over time. The instinctive clenching of her buttocks, and the slight arching of her back were what excited her perverted little sister the most, aside from the feel of Julie’s tender skin under her hand.
Obedient as always, Julie headed off for the ice cream stand just a short way back up the beach. As she went, she tried to remember the breathing exercises to keep the blood from rushing to her face; she’d passed out once or twice and Katie had been very cross indeed.
Putting aside the bikini, that seemed to lift her bountiful young breasts up into the perfect array of flesh, and cut so narrow in the back that it kept riding up into the crack of her ass no matter what she tried, there were a few far more pressing concerns for the poor teen. She had, on occasion, worn similarly skimpy costumes in her past. That had been before her little sister had made her into a sex slave.
Upon this athletic young body, as a mark of her ownership so she claimed, Katie Power had left two very distinctive signs, and these were what caused poor Julie most of her current distress.
The first of these markings was also the most obvious. Black ink had been etched into the soft skin of Julie’s abdomen in the form of a stylised six-pointed star, an emblem not many at all would recognise. It was roughly the size of a dollar coin, and a series of lines spread from each side to form what might at first glance resembled a spider’s legs. Narrowing at their tips, they each split off into a mass of much finer strokes that formed a sort of spider web formation, sprawling all the way across in a way that rode along the top of her bikini, and reaching to the crest of her hips at each side.
Julie’s web always drew attention down to her nether regions whenever it was on display, as it was now, and noticing the eyes of the strangers she passed on her way to retrieve Katie’s precious confectionaries never failed to make her even more flustered. As if having her entire body showcased in such a way, with the bikini the store clerk had insisted was a size and a half too small for her at best, wasn’t bad enough she had to have the constant feeling of eyes burning holes in her thong all the time.
She kept thinking of it as a thong, regardless. It might as well have been with the way it kept disappearing up between the cheeks of her ass every time she moved her legs. And therein lay the most embarrassing of Julie’s problems.
She could live with her little sister dressing her up in skimpy swimsuits. She could live with the web, because whether it made people stare at her cunt or not, it was also quite pretty in its own way, and something in it appealed to her repressed rebellious teen side. She could even enjoy the verbal and physical abuse from her darling little sister, something that seemed to push buttons she’d never known existed. But she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone seeing the brand.
As she performed the tricky yet incredibly sexy hip-sweeping walk she’d worked out with her dear Katie back down the beach towards her anxiously waiting sister, drawing yet more attention, she kept hoping as hard as she could that no one would notice the mark on the lower edge of her left buttock. The one that looked unmistakeably like what it was; a burn scar. A brand in the shape of letters. Initials, to be precise. KP.
Katie didn’t look pleased. She was pouting, in fact. Julie could tell straight away that it was an act, after all the time she’d spent doing everything her little sister asked of her without a second thought. It was just for show.
She held out one of the ice cream cones she’d retrieved and fluttered her lashes at her young charge, trying not to look as silly as it felt.
“I’m not eating that out of a cone, stupid.”
Julie knew exactly what the spoiled little monster wanted even before she said anything. Reading her beloved’s moods had become a talent. So, without any sign of the hesitation she’d once shown, she upended the cone right into her own cleavage. The cold splat of ice cream oozing into the gap between her breasts made her nipples rock hard in an instant, such that she almost felt like putting her hands over them, but then Katie wouldn’t be very happy with that.
The result was immediate, and just as the redhead had predicted, and moreover, it sent that familiar little buzz of pleasure up her spine. Katie’s smile, not the usual innocent eight year old smile but the lecherous, scheming little devil smile she used whenever her slave did something especially satisfying, made Julie shiver inside.
“That’s much better,” said Katie. The little girl took her sister by the waist and started lapping the half-melted ice cream off of the perfect curves of Julie’s ripe teenage breasts. She didn’t seem to care at all how many people were watching.
And Julie Power had never felt so naked in her entire life.
The bikini she was wearing barely covered a thing, but it couldn’t be much more obscene than what most of the other teenage girls were wearing. At least it kept all the important bits under wraps, and the red fabric not only accented the light tan she’d been getting lately, but it also kept rubbing on her in the most sensational way. That, however, was only half the problem.
“Ice cream,” demanded a voice from behind her, “Now.” The voice was Katie, her younger sister, and the hand that landed on her backside a second later was probably hers as well. Julie didn’t flinch, or gasp, as she had the first few dozen times. Katie had trained those responses out of her over time. The instinctive clenching of her buttocks, and the slight arching of her back were what excited her perverted little sister the most, aside from the feel of Julie’s tender skin under her hand.
Obedient as always, Julie headed off for the ice cream stand just a short way back up the beach. As she went, she tried to remember the breathing exercises to keep the blood from rushing to her face; she’d passed out once or twice and Katie had been very cross indeed.
Putting aside the bikini, that seemed to lift her bountiful young breasts up into the perfect array of flesh, and cut so narrow in the back that it kept riding up into the crack of her ass no matter what she tried, there were a few far more pressing concerns for the poor teen. She had, on occasion, worn similarly skimpy costumes in her past. That had been before her little sister had made her into a sex slave.
Upon this athletic young body, as a mark of her ownership so she claimed, Katie Power had left two very distinctive signs, and these were what caused poor Julie most of her current distress.
The first of these markings was also the most obvious. Black ink had been etched into the soft skin of Julie’s abdomen in the form of a stylised six-pointed star, an emblem not many at all would recognise. It was roughly the size of a dollar coin, and a series of lines spread from each side to form what might at first glance resembled a spider’s legs. Narrowing at their tips, they each split off into a mass of much finer strokes that formed a sort of spider web formation, sprawling all the way across in a way that rode along the top of her bikini, and reaching to the crest of her hips at each side.
Julie’s web always drew attention down to her nether regions whenever it was on display, as it was now, and noticing the eyes of the strangers she passed on her way to retrieve Katie’s precious confectionaries never failed to make her even more flustered. As if having her entire body showcased in such a way, with the bikini the store clerk had insisted was a size and a half too small for her at best, wasn’t bad enough she had to have the constant feeling of eyes burning holes in her thong all the time.
She kept thinking of it as a thong, regardless. It might as well have been with the way it kept disappearing up between the cheeks of her ass every time she moved her legs. And therein lay the most embarrassing of Julie’s problems.
She could live with her little sister dressing her up in skimpy swimsuits. She could live with the web, because whether it made people stare at her cunt or not, it was also quite pretty in its own way, and something in it appealed to her repressed rebellious teen side. She could even enjoy the verbal and physical abuse from her darling little sister, something that seemed to push buttons she’d never known existed. But she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone seeing the brand.
As she performed the tricky yet incredibly sexy hip-sweeping walk she’d worked out with her dear Katie back down the beach towards her anxiously waiting sister, drawing yet more attention, she kept hoping as hard as she could that no one would notice the mark on the lower edge of her left buttock. The one that looked unmistakeably like what it was; a burn scar. A brand in the shape of letters. Initials, to be precise. KP.
Katie didn’t look pleased. She was pouting, in fact. Julie could tell straight away that it was an act, after all the time she’d spent doing everything her little sister asked of her without a second thought. It was just for show.
She held out one of the ice cream cones she’d retrieved and fluttered her lashes at her young charge, trying not to look as silly as it felt.
“I’m not eating that out of a cone, stupid.”
Julie knew exactly what the spoiled little monster wanted even before she said anything. Reading her beloved’s moods had become a talent. So, without any sign of the hesitation she’d once shown, she upended the cone right into her own cleavage. The cold splat of ice cream oozing into the gap between her breasts made her nipples rock hard in an instant, such that she almost felt like putting her hands over them, but then Katie wouldn’t be very happy with that.
The result was immediate, and just as the redhead had predicted, and moreover, it sent that familiar little buzz of pleasure up her spine. Katie’s smile, not the usual innocent eight year old smile but the lecherous, scheming little devil smile she used whenever her slave did something especially satisfying, made Julie shiver inside.
“That’s much better,” said Katie. The little girl took her sister by the waist and started lapping the half-melted ice cream off of the perfect curves of Julie’s ripe teenage breasts. She didn’t seem to care at all how many people were watching.