By sub01

It took Carol two trips to bring everything down using her mouth and bound hands.  Mary and I wouldn't help her or even allow her to stand, and so she deposited the items in an unceremonious heap on the kitchen floor... ball gag, box of condoms, the two vibrators (wow, they were big), and the four pairs of cuffs.  I felt a particularly powerful surge of excitement at watching Carol lean forward, her face nearly to the floor as she dropped from her mouth a pair of cuffs she'd carried there between her teeth.

Finally, her task completed, Carol started to rise.  But Mary stopped her, reaching for the ball gag she'd just brought down.  "What's this?  You know perfectly well it's not acceptable."

Carol hesitated.  "It's not?"

"Not hardly," Mary giggled.  "Would you let me pick something this mild?  No, go back upstairs and get a proper gag, Carol."

Carol protested, but in the end Mary wouldn't relent.  And I wouldn't intervene: I was curious to see what a "proper" gag was.  So Carol crawled back upstairs, and when she came back down she was blushing madly and carrying a thick, obscenely shaped penis gag between her teeth.

Mary took that gag from her and smiled.  "No, go back and get the big one, Carol.  You should know better than that."

In the end, by the time Carol crawled back upstairs and returned with a still larger penis gag nearly ten minutes had passed.  I shivered with excitement.  Ten minutes.  That meant, if Mary had actually been serious with her little threat earlier, ten clothespegs on Carol's pretty little cunt lips...

"Wow, ten minutes," Mary smiled.  "And I thought it would only take you four or so."

Carol whimpered. "Please Mary, won't you take the clothespegs off now?"

But Mary didn't answer, only smiled as she went about collecting the items Carol had brought down and setting them on the table.  Carol turned her attention to me.

"Please, Brian?  They really hurt.  Please take them off."

"In a minute," I smiled.  "First, I want you over that table."

"No, not in a minute!" Carol demanded.  "Now!  They really fucking hurt!"

I took Carol by the arm, hauling her to her feet.  I smiled wickedly as I took one clothespin between my fingers and twisted it sharply, making her cry out.  "Want me to do that again?"

"No!  Please don't!"

I chuckled.  "Then you'd better obey.  And right now I want you on that table, Carol."  I touched her breasts softly, caressing them, tracing around each of her nipples which were so delightfully pinched by the clothespegs.  "I want you to lie back and spread your legs, Carol.  Show us your pretty little cunt.  Show us my cunt..."

"And then you'll take the clothespegs off?" Carol asked softly.

I smiled.  "Just to it."

Carol didn't move.  "Brian, please, just promise me first."

Without a word I took hold of Carol's bound wrists and pulled her backwards toward the kitchen table.  Carol protested in surprise but I wasn't listening.  I pushed her roughly back against the kitchen table.  Mary joined me, taking hold of Carol's arm with a wicked, excited grin and helping me hold her.

"Brian!  Mary!  Let me go!"

The kitchen table would be a perfect place to exact my revenge upon Carol.  It was a small round oak affair that seated four, and it was absolutely perfectly sized for securing a woman to.  Before Carol could protest, or perhaps even before she realized what was happening, Mary and I dragged her up onto the table, pushing her down onto her back and holding here there as she struggled in surprise.  The small table was of such a perfect size that with Carol's bottom perched just at one edge of the table, her shoulder blades were at the opposite edge. 

I didn't have to say a word to Mary.  She seemed to know my thoughts exactly.  We each took a pair of cuffs from the table and together, carefully, we reached beneath Carol and unbound her wrists.  Carol struggled almost immediately.  "Let me up!"  But we held her tight, and as she struggled we quickly pulled her arms back and down past the table edge, to where we would be able to cuff her wrists to the table legs... a task which we now set about doing.

I think Carol was so surprised that she didn't struggle nearly as much as she could have, or perhaps should have.  At any rate, Mary and I were able to fasten the cuffs to her wrists, and then with a bit of difficulty cuff them off securely to the wooden table legs.

Carol pulled at her bonds, her eyes wide.  "What are you doing!?  For God's sake, let me up!"

I stood back and admired our handiwork.  Carol squirmed in vain, wide eyed, flat on her back on the table and helpless, her arms pulled down behind her and cuffed off securely to the table legs.  Her legs were likewise draped off the near edge of the table, her feet flailing helplessly a good foot or so above the kitchen floor.  All in all it was quite a helpless -- and provocative -- position.  It was obviously uncomfortable for her, but it also had the delightful effect of making her luscious, naked breasts swell upward invitingly.  As she struggled, her large breasts swaying and jiggling, I felt my arousal surge.

"Brian, please!"

Of course, with Carol's wrists secured to the table legs it only made sense that we not neglect her ankles.  I picked up the last two pairs of cuffs and handed one pair to Mary.  This time Carol knew what was coming and she clenched her legs together, crossing her ankles.

"Oh no you don't!" she smiled.  "Not a chance."

But I wasn't to be denied.  Not now.  I nodded to Mary, and together we each took one of Carol's legs and forced them apart, eliciting a surprised squeal from her lips.

"Mary!  Let me go!"  Carol squirmed and struggled but Mary and I held her legs tight.  We forced them out wide, and then wider still, one by one managing to get the cuffs around her ankles and fasten them back to the table's legs.  Carol was now spread eagled on the kitchen table and entirely, deliciously helpless.

"Oh my God, Brian!  This isn't funny!  Let me up!"

I smiled but didn't say anything.  It actually was funny, in an amusing, vindictive sort of way... which was how I felt towards Carol now.  I watched her struggle for a moment.  She looked so sexy, so helpless... so vulnerable.  Her eyes were wide and blazing, not with devious intent like last night but with something more meek and surprised, something more worried... something, I thought, more aroused.

I moved between Carol's legs and leaned forward over her, smiling down at her.  "Just tell me where the key is and I'll let you up, Carol."  As I said it I pressed my thigh between her legs, gently rubbing against her crotch.

Carol hesitated.  "Brian, please..."

I ground my thigh against her pussy slowly, teasingly, at the same time beginning to stroke gentle circles around her clit with my fingers.  "Yes, Carol?"

She blushed.  When she spoke again, her voice was barely a whisper.  "Please don't stop."

"Are you sure?  I could stop this and let you up, if you'd only tell me where the key is."

"No!  No, please... don't stop!"

"Why?  Does this feel good?"

Carol nodded.

"What?  Was that a no?"

"Yes!" Carol exclaimed.  "Yes, damn you!"

I chuckled, teasing her slowly with my thigh and fingers.  "I'll bet you've never even been tied up properly before, have you Carol?"

Carol blushed.  "I... I have.  Of course I have."

But I knew she was lying, and I could see that despite her protests, despite her begging, she was enjoying this at least a little.  I rubbed her harder, both with my thigh and my fingers, smiling at her unmistakable gasp and the telltale flush in her cheeks.  "I'll bet you could cum if I kept this up, couldn't you?"

Carol didn't answer.  She was flushed and beginning now to squirm against my thigh.  Perfect.  I drew my leg away and stood back.

"Brian!  Oh please, I'm so close!"

I smiled.  Carol could perfectly well stay close, for now my attention was drawn to Mary and her devious smile.  She moved close, leaning over the table to smile down at Carol and at the same time picking up the thick penis gag.

"This is just in case you decide to be a bad little slut," my sister said.  "But we're not going to need it... will we?"

Carol shook her head.  "No!  Mary, please--"

"And these..."  Mary picked up the twin, large vibrators.  I felt a surge of jealousy.  Carol actually used those on my sister!?  "These are for good little sluts.  Are you going to be a good little slut for us, Carol?"

"Yes!  Oh god, yes!"  Carol was squirming now, hungrily eyeing the vibrators that my sister held.  "Please Mary, I'm so close!  Won't you help me?  Just a little bit?"

Mary laughed and set the vibrators aside, standing them up on their bases in such a manner that they would be a constant reminder to Carol.  "Nope," she giggled.  "Not until you've been a good little slut."

"But Mary---"

But my sister was no longer listening.  Now she gazed past Carol, a wicked gleam in her eye.  I followed her gaze to the kitchen counter, and the pile of clothespegs that still lay there.  Perfect.  I scooped them up and brought them back to the table, spreading them out beside Carol.

Carol eyed me warily.  "What are you doing, Brian?"

I smiled and picked up the first clothespeg, my heart beating faster, my cock stiff.  "Why Carol... I'm going to find out where you've hidden that key!"

*    *    *

As Carol lay back helplessly spread eagled on the kitchen table I cupped one of her large breasts, playing my fingers over her oh-so-soft skin and feeling her tremble.  Her eyes were locked on the clothespeg I held poised.  I smiled.

"Last chance, Carol.  There are an awful lot of clothespegs here.  Want to save yourself a lot of trouble and tell me where the key is?"

Carol shook her head.  Even in her helpless predicament her eyes flashed with defiance, her lips curling into an amused smile.  "You're only making this harder on yourself, Brian.  And on your sister.  Just imagine what I'm going to do to you two when you let me up..."

Oh, how delightful.  Carol still actually believed she was on top.  But I knew the truth, and I think Mary did to -- I could see it in my sister's eyes, in the way her cheeks flushed as she looked on breathlessly.  Soon Carol would learn it too, the easy way or the hard way.  And by the looks of it, it was going to be the hard way.  I smiled.  "But Carol, what makes you think I'm going to let you up?"  And with the clothespeg in hand, I reached for her breast.

"Brian, wait--"

But I didn't wait.  I pinched the supple, delicate skin of her breast together just below her nipple and let the clothespeg snap shut quickly.

Carol sucked her breath in, arching against her bonds.  "Oh, Jesus!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

"Oh fuck, Brian, that's worse than the nipple!  Oh Jesus, take it off!  Please!"

I felt myself stiffen to hear Carol beg, to see her in such discomfort.  To see her straining against the cuffs, her legs and arms flexing, her tummy clenching.  Her plight spurred me on.  I affixed another clothespeg to the tender flesh of her breast beside the last one, and then another, spacing them about an inch apart in the beginnings of a ring around her left nipple.  Then two more clothespins in quick succession, each one drawing a gasp of protest from Carol's lips, and each one making me stiffen still more.

Mary joined in now.  Seeing my plan for Carol's left breast she began on Carol's right, even as Carol implored her not to.

"Mary, what are you doing?  Wait!"

"Oh hush," Mary giggled.  "You're acting like a desperate little slut."  And with that she eased a clothespin shut on Carol's right breast, just below her nipple, mirroring how I had started on her left.

"OW!  Mary!  Oh, fuck!"

I was beside myself as I watched Mary fasten two more clothespegs in rapid succession to Carol's right breast.  My sister, joining as eagerly as I in tormenting her lover!  She looked up from her task for a moment and our eyes met.  Mary smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same, feeling a surge of lust and excitement for her.  God, we just had to get Carol to tell us where the key was!  I wasn't going to be able to wait much longer.  Flushed with excitement, I reached for another clothespeg.

Mary and I now matched our efforts, easing clothespegs shut on Carol's tender breasts in time with each other, ignoring her desperate pleas.  Soon Carol's nipples were each ringed with very painful looking circles of clothespegs, with of course the first two clothespegs still affixed to her nipples and topping it all off.  Carol was squirming desperately and whimpering.  After the first few clothespegs she had given up on imploring us to stop; it had become quite clear that we weren't going to.  And yet Carol still wouldn't break down and tell us where the key to Mary's chastity belt was.

I shrugged.  "Suit yourself."

There were still fifteen or twenty clothespegs to go.  I reached for another one.  As I did, Mary leaned forward over the table and kissed Carol gently on the lips.

"There are still a lot of clothespegs left," Mary said softly.  "Do we really need to use them, Carol?"

Carol looked up pleadingly.  "Mary, please... no more."

"The key, then?"

"It's..."  Carol hesitated.  Mary and I watched her anxiously.  Oh, God, she was going to tell us.

"It's someplace safe," Carol smiled.  "And if you put one more clothespeg on me, Mary, I'll never, ever, let you fuck your brother again."

Mary smiled.  "No Carol, that's the wrong answer."

Oh, how delightful!  I was already prepared, a clothespeg in my hand.  Carol's attention was on Mary.  She didn't even acknowledge me as I crouched down between her helplessly spread legs.  She didn't even acknowledge me as I put the clothespeg to her left labia... and let it snap closed.

"Oh, fuck!"  Carol jerked frantically against her bonds, trying desperately to close her legs.  "Oh FUCK!  Oh shit, that hurts!"

"It's supposed to," I chuckled as I handed a second clothespeg to Mary.  "Want to do her other lip?"

"With pleasure," Mary giggled as she knelt down beside me.

"Mary, don't you fucking dare!" Carol shrieked.  "Mary, I'm serious!"

"So are we, Carol," I said.  "We're not going to stop until you tell us where the key is."  And with that Mary eased the clothespeg shut on Carol's other labia.

"Ow!  Oh please, take them off!"

We didn't take them off.  Instead Mary and I now took turns fastening clothespegs to Carol's cunt lips, alternating back and forth, one and two clothespegs turning to four, then six, then eight.  Carol struggled against her bonds, struggled to close her legs, but she was helpless and we were not to be denied.

When we tired of tormenting Carol's cunt lips (and quite frankly, there was hardly any room left on them where we could put any more pegs), Mary and I switched to placing clothespegs on the backs and insides of her thighs.  Carol seemed even more sensitive to these than the ones on her cunt lips.

"Fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Jesus, Mary, stop that!  Brian, please!"

And yet, she still wouldn't tell us where the key to Mary's chastity belt was.

Finally we had exhausted all the clothespegs... save one.  Carol lay shuddering on the table, whimpering quietly.  She was covered with clothespegs... her nipples, her breasts, her cunt lips, her thighs... even a couple on her belly, to either side of her bellybutton.  And there was still one left.  I took it in hand and reached down between Carol's legs.

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"We can't let this last one go to waste, can we?"  I pinched the folds of her cunt together, just above her slit, and held the last clothespeg poised.  "Last chance to tell me where the key is, Carol..."

"Brian, don't you fucking dare!"  Carol pulled against her bonds, her cheeks flushed.  "Brian, if you do that, you'll never get your nasty little prick into your sister again!"

"Wrong answer, Carol!" I chuckled, and let the clothespeg ease shut on her folds, clit and all.

Carol gasped, her face ashen, her legs trembling.  She didn't make a peep, but I could tell that last one had had been the most painful by far.

I stood back and admired our handiwork.  Carol -- lovely, sweet, naked Carol -- lay trembling and helplessly restrained, her pale skin adorned with clothespegs.  She whimpered softly, trying desperately to bring her legs shut, obviously in a great deal of discomfort.  Oh, how deliciously satisfying!  So satisfying, in fact, that I couldn't help but reach out and flick one of the clothespegs gently.

"Oh, Brian, please don't do that!"

I smiled and flicked one of the pegs on her left breast.

"Brian!  Don't do that!"

Now it was Mary's turn, her target the peg on Carol's right nipple.

"Ow!  Mary, please!"

"Do you remember that time you put the pegs on me?" Mary asked softly.  "Do you remember how long you teased me for, Carol?"

Carol shook her head slowly.  "No Mary, please..."

"Of course you remember," Mary smiled.  She stroked the side of Carol's breast gently.  "One minute for each peg."

Carol gasped.  "Mary... you wouldn't!"

But Mary only smiled.  "I would, Carol.  And I will.  We will.  Until you tell us where the key is."  And with that she reached for another peg.

*    *    *

We tormented Carol mercilessly, flicking and twisting the clothespegs at random and delighting in how she squirmed and begged.  We tormented her for a long time.  Not a full minute for each peg, as Mary had threatened, but more like ten minutes in all.  It was more than enough.  Carol was near tears, trembling and whimpering and trying desperately to squirm away each time Mary or I reached for a peg.  Yet through it all she still refused to reveal where she had hidden the key to my sister's chastity belt.

I was becoming impressed (and frustrated) with Carol's resistance until I slipped my fingers between her clothespeg-lined cunt lips and searched for her slit.  She was soaked.  Despite her pleas, despite her protests, she was aroused.  Terribly aroused.  It was a delightful discovery, but it also presented another problem... how, then, to convince her to tell us where the key was?

As we contemplated this we began slowly removing the clothespegs from Carol's delicate skin.  We did it as gently as we could, and as slowly, yet each time a peg came off Carol stiffened and gasped as if having the pegs removed were more painful than having them put on in the first place.  I felt delightfully satisfied to see her discomfort, and also terribly aroused.  God, if we didn't figure out where that key was soon, I was going to be so desperate that I might just have to fuck Carol instead.

Mary apparently read my mind, because she leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Don't you even think about it, little brother.  Your prick is mine next, and that's final."

Oh, how exquisite!

As each clothespeg came off it left a wicked red mark on Carol's pale skin.  By the time we'd removed the last of the pegs her body was a patchwork of tenderness, which Mary and I now touched and massaged... not to sooth Carol but because touching her there, where she was still so tender, made her squirm and plead so desperately.  Through it all she remained unmistakably soaked.  And I knew.  She wasn't going to tell us where the key was.

I leaned close and whispered sullenly in Mary's ear.  "Sorry, sis.  I don't think she's going to talk."

But Mary just smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.  "Sure she will.  We'll just have to tease it out of her, that's all."