Thread: Heel (Fetish Kitten)

This is a roleplay based in an original setting, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes. -should be running now. Yeah, ok, it's on. And now for the guest of honor. She should be getting home annnnyyyy minute now... June 14th, 337pm. The red light on the bottom righthand corner of the camera's screen flashed on and off continually, the abbreviation 'rec' just below it. Things had been building up to this for awhile now. For years. But more recently, the past few weeks brought Jeremy to a point where he was actually going to fucking do it. Gangs were a tough fucking crowd, and among many other things they relied on to alleviate stres and to simply have a good time, women were at the forefront of their desires. He'd been in one for years, ever since he was a teenager. No, he'd ran packages even before then, ever since he was eleven, but it wasn't until he hit eighth grade that Jeremy had dropped out of school to run with the gang full-time. And ever since then he'd been brought up in a world where anything desired was fair game. Want that car? Steal it. Want that bike? Take it. Want that money? Rob it. Want that woman? Rape her. Preferably not preferably she'd want to have a good time of her own will, but if not then shit simply just wasn't up to her. That's how it went with the gang as a whole. That's how it went with every gang. Women were especially prized commodities, with a dozen girls usually being 'invited' to come hang back at the hub, those twelve or thirteen females then used to service thirty or forty males. It was an easy life. A fun life, as sinning often enough was. The women had even less need of morals or an education than the men they lived in the house, kept shit clean, kept shit tidy, fucked whoever wanted to fuck them and strove to make each man feel like a fucking king in the process. Unlimited party supplies, whether it be drugs, alcohol, gags, guns, or whatever the hell else anyone wanted. Live hard and live fast, even if that often enough meant dying young. At least you got to fucking live, as opposed to being in your forties with some lame ass 'career'. But due to that lifestyle the chicks would end up with toe tags every now and then despite not being involved in gunfights, at least not with other gangs. Sometimes the girls did shoot each other, mostly out of jealousy over who the top bitch was, over which of the crackheads got more attention from the boys than the others. Sometimes they were knife fights.Usually it was just some drug overdose. However it happened it would leave a spot open regardless, a spot that, for the morale of the gang as a whole, needed to be quickly filled. And so that brought Jeremy to this moment, to him standing just inside the door of his parents' home with a video camera in hand. He only visited every once in awhile, sometimes not feeling like it and other times just in a fucked up haze. Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, the occasional normal day here and there. Usually, for years now, he was with the gang doing things he was sure the rest of his family would rather not think about. It hadn't always been that way though. His parents were douchebags, but what always pissed him off most was his sister. His little sister, five years his junior. Seventeen now? Eighteen? Something like that. The perfect, pretty little A-student was on her way home now and would be there any minute. In the time he'd had to kill in waiting Jeremy's snooping around through her drawers, underwear drawer especially, had revealed a few letters from Princeton. Of fuckin' course. Ivy League-bound little twat. She'd always been nice to him, always smiled and tried to seem pleasant, but every time it was so goddamn condescending. Like she was looking down on him, like she was better than him in a way that she didn't have to openly acknowledge like she just was. It had started with their parents years ago, how they always favored her, how their little baby girl was so precious, and eventually, though she never acted that way openly, he knew his sister felt that way too. When he dropped out of school to go be with his friends shit just got worse from then on. When one of the gang's bitches bit it in a drunk driving crash two weeks back the question was immediately raised as tobringing in a new gal. Jeremy had piped in after no one else had any sugestions, or at least good suggestions, saying his little sis had been blossoming nicely. He'd stared at her the last few family gatherings, eyes her legs, undressed that ass in a daydream or two. Last Christmas he'd spent the entire dinner staring at her tits in a tight red and green sweater, and just a few months ago in this past Easter he'd had to sneak into her bedroom when no one was looking to jack off in one of her panties. He'd put it back in her drawer afterward, a thought which always brought a grin to his lips, wondering if she ever noticed. Wondering if she knew what it was. Wondering how she'd reacted. His lust for his little sis had grown to such a degree over the past few years, his respect for her ironically declining more and more with it, that she seemed a prime candidate for the gang's next female initiate. Let's see, zoom... This thing is recording, isn't it? Yeah. Yeah, ok, cool. Rock on. Moving up to stand just inside the door, Jeremy stood up on the tips of his toes, on the tips of his black leather boots to glance out the arched glass at the top of the door. Above them was a pair of army camo pants in varying shades of green, a black leather strap as his belt with bullets all along the length of his waist, a light black shortsleeve shirt and a studded short leather jacket with the gang's name sewn into the back a very simple 'Sin'. And above that was a very smooth, very cleanly shaven head. ...haha, and it's fuckin' showtime, baby! His eyes centered on her, seeing his sis through the window at the top of the door. Two houses away, walking along the sidewalk, all by herself and expecting to come home to an empty house. Their parents usually didn't get home for awhile still. Any last minute hesitations one might have felt were completely not fucking there. If anything, Jeremy's grin widened, his only thought being to control himself, as to have some fun with her rather than just jump right in it. He took a few steps back, eyes watching through the camera as it recorded the inside of the front door. Three... he counted down, two... one... Happy New Year!! He called out, laughing as the front door swung open. Jeremy didn't give his sister any time to react, holding the camera on her with one hand while his other reached for a pile of confetti on an endtable by the door. The 'confetti', which he threw in her face as if it were a party, a surprise celebration, had been her Princeton acceptance letter all of fifteen minutes ago. She wasn't going to be needing that anymore, not where she was going. Heeeeeyy there Sis!! he said after a moment of pause, snickering, watching her through the camera lens. Come on in, come ooonn iinn. I'll get the door. You just come sit that pretty lil tush of yours down on the couch. Big Bro's got a surprise for you!