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a vicious tale of incestuous rape.
discolemonade@sex-and-candy.net wrote:
> (mf, inc, pain, bondage etc)
>
> WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the following:
> Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest,
degradation,
> underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.
>
...............................................................
>
> HURTING JILL
> by V.P. Viddler
> Part One - The Father
>
> Four o'clock in the morning. Mason, coming from the bathroom,
heard Jill
> gasping. Gasping and whimpering, as if in pain. What was wrong? In
alarm, Mason
> pushed open the door of his daughter's room, peering through
darkness.
>
> "Jill?"
>
> "Shit!" Mason heard, a masculine voice, and sudden frantic
thrashing
> sounds.
>
> "Daddy -- go away," Jill said, but Mason stood stricken, until
a large
> disheveled form sprang toward him, brushing him aside, running down
the stairs
> and away.
>
> Rustling sounds now from Jill's bed. Mason now found presence
to turn on
> the light. Jill was arising from her bed, wrapping a blue terrycloth
robe
> hastily around her. Clothing, mostly Jill's, was lying on the floor
and tossed
> on a nearby chair.
>
> Mason stood staring, thuderstruck. Jill, tying her robe, looked
back at
> him, half-defiant, half-guilty. A beautiful girl, Mason thought
automatically.
> So pretty. Jill's long straight blonde hair, a bit tousled now but
still
> glorious, hung down below her shoulders. Her soft brown eyes, somehow
innocent
> and knowing at once. Her mouth was -- her body -- god -- his
daughter's body --
>
> "Jill -- Jill, what -- what do you -- my god --"
>
> Jill nodded. "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "All right. You
caught us.
> It's not a big deal. Okay?"
>
> Mason was staring. "My god!" Mason said. "Jill -- you -- Christ
-- you're
> only -- you're still in high school --"
>
> "Not for long," Jill said. "Anyway, I'm a big girl now, Daddy.
You know
> that, don't you, Daddy? You've noticed."
>
> "Christ!" What could he say? He had noticed. Jill had noticed
him
> noticing. "Jill -- you -- you were -- you sounded like -- as if you
were crying
> or --"
>
> "Were you listening, Daddy?" A small quirk of the mouth.
>
> "I -- I was just going by, and -- I heard --"
>
> "He was hurting me," Jill said. "I like it when he hurts me."
>
> "You -- you what?"
>
> "I like it when he hurts me," Jill said. "It turns me on. Now.
What else
> would you like to know, Daddy?"
>
> "Jill -- you -- I should -- I ought to --"
>
> "What, Daddy?" Jill said. "What would you like to do?"
>
> Mason was silent.
>
> "Go back to bed, Daddy," Jill said. "Just forget about this.
It's not a
> big thing. I know what I'm doing. All right, Daddy?"
>
> Mason shook his head, stubbornly. "No," Mason said. "I can't
just -- just
> ignore this. You're my daughter. And you're still not of age. You
can't just --
> do things like this. I can't allow that. I have to -- do something to
--"
>
> "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "What do you want to do? You
want to
> punish me?" Jill took a slow step toward him. Instinctively Mason
almost took a
> step back, but stopped himself.
>
> "Jill --"
>
> "It's all right, Daddy," Jill said. "If you want to punish me,
go ahead.
> I guess I deserve it." Jill took another step toward him. "What do
you want to
> do to me, Daddy?"
>
> "Jill -- I -- I don't think --"
>
> "You want to spank me, Daddy?" Jill said. "Spank me hard? With
your belt?
> Is that what you want to do, Daddy?"
>
> "Stop," Mason said. "Stop it. Just stop."
>
> "I'm sorry," Jill said. "I thought you wanted to punish me."
>
> "I do," Mason said.
>
> "All right," Jill said. She was close to him now, and she put
out a hand
> to his belt buckle, and she began to open it."
>
> "No!" Mason said.
>
> Jill's hand stayed at his buckle. "Don't you want to hit me,
Daddy?" Jill
> said.
>
> "Jill -- for god's sake --"
>
> Jill pulled the buckle open. And slowly tugged at his belt,
until it slid
> around and out of its loops, and now it dangled from her hand. Jill
held it out
> to him, and slowly Mason took it. Then he put it down on a chair.
Jill, looking
> at him, stepped back from him. "You want to, Daddy," Jill said.
"Don't you?"
>
> "You -- damn it -- I want to -- Jill --"
>
> "I know," Jill said. "All right. Do it."
>
> Jill untied the belt of her robe.
>
> "My god," Mason said. "Jill --"
>
> "What, Daddy?" Jill said.
>
> Mason said nothing. And Jill, slowly, slid the robe from her
body and let
> it fall to the floor.
>
> She stood naked, still, as Mason's staring eyes moved over her
body. All
> over. Jill's breasts, high and firm and round, so gorgeous, with
small
> exquisite pink nipples. Jill's thighs, magnificently molded, curving
lusciously
> down into fine, intricately shaped calves. Jill's stomach, flat,
smooth,
> beckoning. Jill's hips. Jill's body. Jill. His daughter. Turning now,
turning
> slowly, to let him look at her back, her saucily thrusting buttocks,
the form
> of that body from all angles. And now facing him again. Naked.
>
> "Jill -- you -- you bitch -- what are you --"
>
> "Don't you like it, Daddy?" Jill said.
>
> "You -- you should be --"
>
> "I should be punished?" Jill said.
>
> "Yes," Mason said. "Yes!"
>
> "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "Shall I lie on the bed, so you
can hit
> me? Do you want to tie my hands, so I can't --"
>
> "Stop!" Mason said. "You dirty bitch, you filthy --"
>
> Jill's eyes went to his belt on the chair. "Tell me what you
want,
> Daddy," Jill said.
>
> "Yes," Mason said. "I want to punish you. I want to hurt you. I
want to
> hit you. Yes."
>
> "All right," Jill said.
>
> "But you'll -- you'll make too much noise," Mason said. "You'll
scream.
> You'll wake up your mother and your brother."
>
> Jill stood looking at him for a moment. Then she turned to the
chair on
> which some of her clothing was lying discarded, and took up the pair
of pink
> silk panties from on top of the pile. Bunching them up in her hand,
she brought
> them up to her face; then, looking straight into his eyes, she opened
her mouth
> as wide as she could, and slowly, deliberately, stuffed the panties
into it.
> Filling her mouth. Pushing them back into her throat, packing them
tight,
> stuffing in any bits of cloth that still hung out.
>
> Mason could only stare, but he knew his breath was audible. His
heart
> must be also.
>
> Now, mouth packed, cheeks distended, lips unable to close
around that
> pink wad, Jill turned to the chair again, taking up one of her
stockings.
> Which, calmly, she proceeded to place across her mouth, and around
her head,
> holding the panties in place, to prevent herself from being able to
push them
> out of her mouth. Now Jill was tying the stocking at the back of her
head, just
> lifting her hair out of the way; tying it, knotting it once, and
again; pulling
> the knot tight, so the stocking dug into her face until her flesh
was bulging
> around it. All the time watching Mason's eyes.
>
> Mason, as Jill raised her arms to tie the stocking, could not
help
> dropping those eyes to Jill's enticing young breasts as they lifted
with that
> motion, swaying and quivering slightly as Jill worked at that knot.
>
> Thoroughly gagged now, Jill took up the remaining stocking,
which she
> held out to Mason. A bit numbly, his loins throbbing, his brain
awhirl, Mason
> took it from her. Now the gagged and naked girl slowly and with an
erotically
> submissive gesture, held both arms out toward him, crossing them at
the wrists.
>
> Mason looked long at the soft, steady eyes above the gag. And
felt
> himself stiffening. It occurred to him as from a distance that he was
in his
> pajamas. How foolish he must look. Inexplicable rage swept him, a
form of lust,
> Mason knew; but he was lost now, and he brought the stocking up and
swiftly
> wrapped it around Jill's waiting wrists, pulling it tight, lashing
her wrists
> tightly together, twining it round, tying it off, knotting it doubly,
as she
> had with the other.
>
> When it was done, Jill moved to the bed. As if in a dream Mason
watched,
> as Jill carefully let herself down onto that bed, lying down on it,
on her
> front, lying flat, her legs straight, flat, together, her breasts
crushed
> beneath her, and her bound arms stretching out toward the top of her
bed, in
> position to be tied to it; which Mason now did, pulling an end of the
stocking
> that bound her wrists around a horizontal rail at the bottom of the
headboard,
> pulling it until her arms lay taut, almost straining, and tying it
that way.
> Now Mason could look at the bound, waiting, outstretched body of his
young and
> naked daughter, the long, smooth expanse of back, the rising,
lusciously
> curving buttocks, the long, marvellous legs. He was almost panting
now, lust
> and rage filling him, and his belt was in his hand without his
knowing how.
>
> "All right," Mason said, not recognizing his voice. "All right,
Jill. All
> right." Through a haze he saw her. Where to -- that back -- Should he
-- he had
> to -- buttocks -- thighs -- Christ -- all of it -- he would --
>
> Crack!
>
> Almost unconsciously, but with all his strength. Across Jill's
back. His
> loins jumping. Jill's body leaped, Jill yelling into her gag. Only
muffled
> sounds came out. What a good job she had done. Again.
>
> CRACK! Just below the first one. "Mmmmmghh!" Jill screamed.
>
> Oh god. That body twisting in pain. Again.
>
> CRRRRAAACCCKK!
>
> Satisfying stripes across that smooth young back.
>
> "MMMMMMMMMMMGGHHHH!" Arms straining as body writhed. Legs
kicking up from
> the bed. Then waiting. Panting, muffled gasping through her nostrils.
But still
> now, waiting.
>
> CRRRAAAACCCCKK!
>
> "NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! MMNN-NNNNNNGGGHHH!!"
>
> Hard, throbbing, lusting for what he couldn't have, Mason was
into it
> now. CRACK! Across those illicit buttocks, making Jill squirm and
roll.
> CRACCKKK! Across her thighs, brutally, again, again, listening to
Jill's soft
> screaming, again and again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Wanting that stifled
> screaming, wanting that body twisting and bucking with each blow,
that head
> rolling, hair shifting across that soft striped back, those thighs
spasming,
> calves kicking, and the "NNNGGHH! NNNGHH- NNNNNNGGG!!" at each crack.
Across
> Jill's thighs, and Jill's buttocks, and Jill's hips, and Jill's back.
Again and
> again and again, until he couldn't any more, arm giving out, breath
rapid,
> blood boiling through his body. Stopping. Standing, looking down at
her, belt
> dangling. And Jill gasping, whimpering into that gag, panting through
her nose,
> gradually quieting.
>
> And Mason saying, in that stranger's voice, "Turn over."
>
> Which Jill, slowly, painfully, did. Turning until she lay on
her back,
> looking up at him, lying there, arms straight above her head, pulling
her
> breasts up, showing all of them, only slightly flattened by that
position,
> rising and falling. All of her lying there. Waiting. Eyes watching
him above
> the tight gag, soft and full of pain and -- what? No begging. No
recrimination.
> Waiting. For more? For him to hit her again? On the breasts. On the
stomach. On
> the breasts.
>
> His loins aflame. His cock hard, aching. Jill saw. Jill was
looking at
> his crotch, where his pajamas bulged with his obvious passion.
"Mmmm," Jill
> said. And she raised her right leg from the bed, raised that
exquisitely
> exciting leg, stretching it, to reach her foot toward his crotch, to
touch that
> bulge with her toes.
>
> Startled, Mason jerked back -- but not enough. Jill's toes, now
touching
> his hard, erect cock. Rubbing it. Curling against it. Until now the
pajamas
> slid slightly, and his cock pushed through the open fly, standing
stiff and
> naked in the air. Mason couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. As Jill
now slid
> her foot along the length of that throbbing cock, slowly,
deliberately,
> caressing it, appreciating it.
>
> "Mmm-nnnhh," Jill said.
>
> "Jill," Mason said, croaking it. "Jesus -- Christ -- Jill --"
>
> Now Jill lowered her leg again, lying as before. Looking at
him.
> "Mmm-nnnhh," Jill said into the gag. And then, slowly, gradually,
spread her
> legs for him. Watching him. Her legs parting. Opening. Wide. Wider.
Splayed
> now, ankles hooking over the sides of the bed, thighs straining.
Jill's crotch
> exposed. Open. Waiting. Jill's eyes on him.
>
> "Mm-nnhh," Jill said, raising her hips. Offering herself. To
him. His
> daughter. So young. So wicked. So desirasble.
>
> "Jill."
>
> Waiting. Writhing. Beckoning. His pajamas fell. His pajama
shirt, gone.
> Naked now, naked as Jill. His hands on her body. Clasping her
breasts. "Mmm,"
> Jill was saying. "Mmhhh."
>
> "Oh god!" Mason said, and now he was with her, on her, feeling
all of
> her, his cock poking, searching, finding --"God!" -- and taking,
taking her,
> taking Jill, taking his own daughter, taking, it was so good, it was
glorious
> and horribly evil. Doing it now, Jill under him, against him,
squirming,
> heaving, bouncing, and now those thighs clasping him, circling his
body,
> holding him to her, Jill moaning through that gag, moaning, gasping,
> whimpering, and rage took him again and he pounded against her,
battering her
> body, pressing her whip-striped back against the bed, wanting to hurt
her, and
> Jill was loving it, twisting and mewling and bucking and spasming
now, coming
> under him, climaxing wildly, and Mason now too, coming hard into his
daughter,
> exploding his anger and lust and horror into that wanton body.
>
> Did he black out then? But now he was almost sane again,
untying Jill's
> gag, pulling the panties from her mouth. Still lying on top of her,
still.
>
> "Daddy," Jill said, husking it. "Oh, Daddy."
>
> "Shut up," Mason said. Untying her wrists now. But not taking
his body
> from hers.
>
> "I love you, Daddy," Jill said.
>
> "Stop it!" Mason said. "You're sick, Jill. You're an evil
bitch. What can
> I do with you?"
>
> "Anything, Daddy," Jill said. "Anything you want. You want to
punish me
> some more?"
>
> "You bitch," Mason said. "You like it too much."
>
> "You like it too," Jill said.
>
> "What you need," Mason said, "is a punishment that you won't
enjoy so
> much."
>
> "Like what, Daddy?"
>
> "I don't know," Mason said. "But I'll think of it."
>
> "I think you're getting hard again, Daddy," Jill said.
>
> "Shut up," Mason said. "I don't want you any more."
>
> "Your cock wants me," Jill said, squirming against him.
>
> "No." Mason tried to pull away, but gave in to Jill's arms and
legs
> around him.
>
> "Daddy," Jill said. "I'm not gagged any more."
>
> "So what?" Mason said. "If you think --"
>
> "I mean," Jill said, "if you don't want to take me again, you
could put
> it in my mouth."
>
> "What?" Mason said, his stomach dropping. Spinning.
>
> "In my mouth," Jill said. "I want to taste it."
>
> "Jill --"
>
> "Taste it all," Jill said into his ear. "I'll suck it for you,
Daddy.
> Wouldn't you like that? I'll suck it until you shoot in my mouth, and
I'll
> swallow it for you. Okay, Daddy?"
>
> His brain was sinking, it was unthinkable, but somehow he was
crouching
> over her, moving, crawling up on the bed, straddling her, moving up
until he
> was crouching above her face, bringing himself down to her mouth, his
stiff
> cock pointing at Jill's mouth, that mouth opening for him as Jill lay
flat, as
> before, arms still stretching to clutch the headboard, mouth open,
lips eager,
> parted, tongue waiting, and now Mason was probing at her lips,
pushing past
> them into her mouth, far into her mouth, all the way into Jill's
welcoming
> mouth, and Jill's soft lips closing around him, and her tongue
licking at his
> hard flesh, and all of her soft warm wet mouth holding him, taking
him,
> gloriously loving him, sucking, and now he was moving slowly, moving
back and
> forth, in and out, taking that mouth, fucking it, fucking his
daughter's mouth,
> in and out, going deep, deep, until Jill was holding him in her
throat, gagging
> slightly but taking him, and back, that tongue moving, caressing, and
Mason was
> going crazy with it, the pleasure of it, the ecstasy of it, and Jill
all the
> time looking into his eyes, looking at him as she sucked him, as he
fucked her
> face, softly, moaning around his cock. "Christ!" Mason said. "You're
so good,
> Jill, god, your mouth, your fine mouth and your soft lips and god
you're
> driving me crazy and I'm going to come, Jill, I'm --" And Jill said,
"Nnngh-
> nnnghh. Mmnnnghh." And Mason was coming now, shooting it all into
Jill's
> gulping throat, as Jill swallowed and swallowed and swallowed,
moaning,
> gasping, licking at him still until he had nothing more to give her.
>
> Mason fell beside her, exhausted, and then said, "I know. I
know!"
>
> "What, Daddy?"
>
> "I know what to do with you now, Jill," Mason said. "It's
perfect. YOu
> may not like it, Jill darling, but that's what punishment is supposed
to be
> about, isn't it? I'm going to like it. And I'm quite sure your
brother will,
> too."
>
> "Danny?" Jill said. "You mean Danny? What does that little
twerp have to
> say about it?"
>
> "Now, Jill," Mason said. "That little twerp is only a year
younger than
> you. In fact, as I'm sure you are aware, today is Danny's birthday."
>
> "So what?" Jill said, but Mason heard a touch of fear in her
voice. He
> smiled.
>
> "Well, Jill," Mason said. "You're going to be Danny's birthday
present.
> From me."
>
> "What!" Jill sat up, blazing. "No way! No damn way!"
>
> "Now, Jill," Mason said. "Just think how happy Danny will be to
be given
> his sexy big sister for his birthday. I'll bet he thinks about your
body all
> the time."
>
> "I'll bet he does, too," Jill said. "That little bastard is
always trying
> to catch me naked, or looking up my skirt or trying for a quick feel.
That
> filthy jerk!"
>
> "But now he'll have the real thing, won't he? All his. What a
gift for a
> growing boy."
>
> "No!" Jill said. "I won't do it. Christ, that's sick! I hate
that little
> cockroach. Just forget it, Daddy. I won't. No way. God, it makes me
sick just
> to think of it. I won't, that's all."
>
> Mason sat up also. "All right then, Jill," Mason said. "Let me
put it
> this way." With sudden swiftness his hand shot out and twisted in
Jill's long
> blonde hair, pulling her head back cruelly, holding her that way.
Jill cried
> out, her body arching backwards with the painful pull on her scalp,
making her
> breasts thrust invitingly.
>
> Gasping with pain, Jill swiftly brought her hands up to his in
a
> reflexive attempt to pry it away, but it was obviously futile, and
Jill dropped
> her hands, writhing with pain, head pulling back, neck stretching,
torso
> arching tautly. Jill's moans and gasps now took on a new coloration,
still
> agonized, but with more than pain in them now. A quality Mason had
heard from
> outside her door, not long ago.
>
> "You're right," Mason said, pulling harder on Jill's hair.
"You're right,
> Jill. You do like pain. You like to be hurt. You hate it, but you
love it too.
> Isn't that right, Jill darling?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said, gasping. "Yes, Daddy... yes... please..."
>
> "Please what?" Mason said. "Please stop? Is that it? Make up
your mind,
> Jill. Do you like it or not? Do you really want me to stop? Do you,
Jill?"
>
> "Yes --" Jill said, moaning it. "No -- I -- I don't know -- oh
god, oh
> Daddy god --"
>
> "Look at you," Mason said. "You're hurting like hell, but you
still can't
> help loving it. It turns you on, all right. Your nipples are all
hard, Jill.
> All stiff and pointy."
>
> "I know," Jill said. "I know. Please, Daddy." Mason held her as
she was.
> "Such pretty young nipples," Mason said. "Now what if I did something
nice to
> them, Jill? Something like this." And bringing his free hand to
Jill's breast,
> Mason snapped hard with his fingers, snapping the small stiff
protruding pink
> nipple quite sharply with his fingernail. Jill gave a loud gasp of
pain.
>
> "That was nice, wasn't it, Jill?" Mason said. "Should I do it
again?"
>
> "Daddy -- no -- I --"
>
> "Okay," Mason said, and did it again. Hard. Jill shouted, and
her body
> twisted, pulling her hair harder, bringing another cry of pain.
>
> "How about the other one?" Mason said.
>
> "Daddy -- no --" But Mason did it anyway. And then again. And
again. Jill
> was sobbing now, writhing on the bed, almost screaming at each blow.
>
> "How about it, Jill?" Mason said. "You want to be a good girl
and give
> this sexy body to your brother for his birthday?" He tugged Jill's
hair
> brutally, now clamping his thumb and forefinger onto Jill's pained
and
> throbbing nipple, thoughtfully squeezing it. Jill was squirming
continuously,
> caught agonizingly between unsupportable anguish and uncontrollable
passion.
>
> "Ahh!" Jill said. "Owww! Daddy -- I -- don't -- Ahhh! Augghh!
All right!
> All right! I will! Yes! Ahh! Stop! Please oh Jesus all right I'll do
it oh damn
> Daddy stop ahh ahh --"
>
> Mason let Jill go. Shaking now, filled with agony and ecstasy,
Jill was
> crying. Slumping now with her face in her hands, she was to Mason
more
> diabolically desirable than ever. But he ignored his rising passion.
"All
> right, Jill," Mason said. "That's enough. Put your hands down."
>
> Slowly Jill got control of herself, putting her hands down and
turning to
> face him. In Jill's eyes now Mason saw a true submissiveness, which
was so
> arousing that he could scarcely hold back an impulse to have his
daughter
> again; but now he was also excited by this new direction he had
thought up for
> his willful daughter's castigation.
>
> "Now," Mason said, "I think we might as well give Danny his
birthday gift
> right away, don't you, Jill? I'm fairly sure he won't mind being woke
up for
> such an occasion. What do you think?"
>
> "Daddy --" Jill said. "Daddy, I -- I don't want to do that. Oh
god, I
> really don't."
>
> "I know," Mason said. "I know that, Jill. But you will, won't
you? You'll
> do just as I say from now on. Won't you, Jill?"
>
> "I -- Yes," Jill said, whispering it. "Yes, Daddy."
>
> "Good," Mason said. "Now let's see. I don't think you have to
get
> dressed, do you? I think Danny's pleasure will only be intensified if
I bring
> you to him naked. Don't you think so, Jill?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said in a low voice. "The filthy cockroach will
love it."
>
> "Right. But a present should be wrapped in some way, shouldn't
it. Lie
> down, Jill. On your stomach. And put your hands behind you."
>
> "Daddy --"
>
> "Do it," Mason said. And Jill did. Slowly and reluctantly she
lay down,
> turning on her front. "Hands back," Mason said. "Cross your wrists."
>
> "Daddy --" Jill said.
>
> "What?" Mason said. "What, Jill?"
>
> Jill said nothing. She brought her arms back and crossed her
wrists for
> him. Using the stocking that had held her panty-gag in place, Mason
quickly
> bound Jill's wrists tightly together.
>
> "Good," Mason said. "Now my gift is properly tied. All right,
Jill. Let's
> go surprise Danny. I can't wait to watch the expression on his
face..."
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> HURTING JILL
> by V.P. Viddler
> Part Two - The Brother
>
> Danny was sleeping when Mason came into his room. Mason shook
him awake.
> "Happy birthday, Danny," Mason said. "I brought you a birthday
present."
>
> "What?" Danny said. "Huh? Jeez, Dad, what -- it's the middle of
the
> night! What are you --"
>
> "I couldn't wait," Mason said. "Sorry, son, but the thing is, I
don't
> think you'll mind when you find out what this present is. I don't
think you'll
> mind a bit."
>
> "But -- what -- what is it, Dad?" Danny said.
>
> "I'll bring it in now," Mason said, turning on the light. "You
ready?"
>
> "I guess so," Danny said, mystified.
>
> "Okay," Mason said. "I'll just get it for you."
>
> In the hall, Jill was waiting.
>
> "Okay," Mason said.
>
> "Daddy," Jill said. "Please. I don't want to do this. Not with
him.
> Somebody else -- anybody you say, Daddy -- but not him. Please,
Daddy. Please."
>
> Mason shook his head. "What a stubborn little girl," Mason
said. Grabbing
> Jill by the hair again, Mason pulled upward, bringing a loud cry from
Jill and
> forcing her up onto her toes. "Let's go," Mason said. "Let's go,
little
> birthday present." And still holding Jill strainingly straight with
his grip on
> her hair, Mason walked her, on her toes, into her brother's room.
>
> Danny, sitting up in bed, was still half-asleep; but he came
instantly
> fully awake as Mason brought Jill into his room, his eyes wide with
> astonishment, his mouth dropping open, staring at the astounding
sight of his
> hitherto haughty, snobbish, usually contemptuous big sister,
completely naked,
> that forbidden body totally bared to him, with her hands bound behind
her back,
> being led helplessly toward his bed by his father, his hand pulling
at her
> hair, walking painfully on her toes, her luscious legs rippling and
flexing
> with strain, her fantastic nude breasts bobbing and rolling, nipples
stiff and
> pointing -- his sister Jill -- was this all a dream? -- and his
father had
> said that this was -- his birthday present?
>
> "Christ!" Danny said hoarsely, not trusting this vision. "Holy
Jesus
> Christ!"
>
> "Happy birthday, Danny," Mason said. "And here is your present.
Do you
> like it?"
>
> Jill was not looking at him. Danny had to swallow. "Dad -- what
-- is
> this a joke or -- Christ!"
>
> "No joke, son," Mason said. "I'm giving you Jill for your
birthday. You
> can play with her all you want. Isn't that right, Jill?"
>
> "Daddy --" Jill said.
>
> Mason pulled upward still more, bringing Jill to the tips of
her toes.
> "Isn't it?" Mason said.
>
> "Yes!" Jill said. "Yes, Daddy."
>
> "Right," Mason said. "Now wish your brother a happy birthday."
>
> "I --" Jill said, in a low voice. "I -- Happy birthday, Danny."
>
> "Christ!" Danny said.
>
> "How about singing it, Jill," Mason said. "A birthday isn't
complete
> without the happy birthday song, you know. Sing `Happy Birthday' to
your
> brother."
>
> "Daddy," Jill said. "For god's sake --"
>
> Mason twisted his hand, bringing a loud hissing sound from Jill
as she
> writhed, trying to ease that pressure, her hands pulling vainly at
their bonds.
>
> "You see, son," Mason said, "Jill digs pain. It hurts her like
hell, and
> she can't stand it, but it turns her on too. That makes her crazy.
That's how
> you can control her. You got it? Pain. Like this."
>
> Jill was sobbing now, and when Mason let go of her hair she
bent forward,
> gasping and crying, her hands clutching at nothing as the bound
wrists
> restrained them, until Mason commanded her to stop and straighten up,
which the
> still gasping girl did.
>
> "All right," Mason said. "Now sing."
>
> And with a quivering, almost inaudible voice, breathless and
gasping,
> standing unsteadily in front of him, though still not able to look at
him, Jill
> began to sing. "H-Happy birthday -- to -- you," Jill got out, with
much effort.
> "Happy -- b-birthday to you -- Happy -- birthday -- dear -- D-D-Danny
--
> Hap-Happy birthday -- to -- you."
>
> "That's the girl," Mason said. "Now tell your brother that you
are his
> birthday gift, and that he can do anything he wants with you.
Anything at all.
> And that you'll do your best to be good for him. Tell him that."
>
> Jill was biting at her lip.
>
> "Tell him," Mason said.
>
> "I --" Jill said. Now she looked at him finally, one swift,
momentary
> glance, then looked away again. Danny was beginning to encompass this
now, the
> total enormity of this astonishing situation. Danny was now starting
to
> appreciate what was going on -- not only his snobby sister's sudden
> availability, her nakedness and his inexplicably promised access to
her body,
> but her helplessness, her servility, her humiliation and shame and
degradation.
> All this was most arousing to him, and his cock was stiff and
throbbing beneath
> his blanket. "I --" Jill said. "D- Danny, I'm -- I'm your birthday
present. And
> -- and you can do anything you want to me. And I-I'll be -- I'll try
to -- to
> be good for you."
>
> "Damn!" Danny said.
>
> "How about it, son," Mason said. "Do you like your present?"
>
> "Hell, yes!" Danny said. "God, Dad, I -- this is -- I can't --
I mean,
> how did you -- what did --"
>
> "Don't worry about that, son," Mason said. "Just enjoy it. Now.
What
> would you like Jill to do first?"
>
> "Christ!" Danny said.
>
> Mason reached out and pulled Danny's covers off. Danny was
naked, his
> cock standing up tall and throbbing. "Well, that's a start," Mason
said. "Jill,
> how about sucking on Danny's cock for him. Just to start things off.
What do
> you say, son. Would you like your sister to suck your cock for you?
She's got
> quite a talented mouth, our Jill."
>
> "Damn!" Danny said. "Sure!"
>
> "On your knees, Jill," Mason said. "Down on the floor, on your
knees,
> like a good little slave girl, and suck Danny's cock. And do it good,
Jill. Go
> on."
>
> Jill barely hesitated, but Mason put his hand in her hair
again,
> twisting, and forcing Jill down onto her knees beside Danny's bed.
"That's just
> right," Mason said, letting go. "Now take it in your mouth, Jill. And
suck the
> hell out of it."
>
> Jill, gasping, and with tears in her eyes, slowly bent her head
to her
> brother's crotch, and, opening her mouth, took his cock inside it.
Danny caught
> his breath sharply, then moaned as her soft lips closed around him.
An
> occasional sob still came from Jill's throat as she began to suck
that hard
> young cock, head bobbing up and down, kneeling there on the hard
floor with her
> wrists bound behind her.
>
> "Oh, Christ!" Danny said. "Oh Jesus god, that's good, oh shit,
Dad, I
> can't -- it's -- oh my god --"
>
> "Good, isn't she?" Mason said. "Look at that mouth! Don't stop,
Jill. I'm
> sure Danny would love to come in your mouth. That's it. That's a fine
little
> cocksucker. Isn't your sister a good little cocksucker, Danny?"
>
> "Damn!" Danny said. "Yes -- Jesus -- yeah, a great -- great
cocksucker.
> Oh god, sis, that's great, Jill, you're a great cocksucker, Jill, you
bitch, I
> love doing this to you, shit, cocksucking bitch, I always dreamed
about this,
> having you this way and fucking you too. I can fuck her too, can't I,
Dad?"
>
> "Of course," Mason said. "You can do anything you want to her,
just as
> Jill said."
>
> A sobbing sound came from Jill.
>
> "And if she gives you any trouble," Mason said, "hurt her. And
she'll do
> anything."
>
> "Shit," Danny said. "I can't stand it, I'm gonna come, I'm
gonna shoot
> --"
>
> "Good," Mason said. "Jill will swallow it for you. Won't you,
Jill?"
>
> "Nnngghh," Jill said, and Danny, with a shout, shot into her
mouth, and
> Jill swallowed it. All.
>
> "Okay," Mason said. "I think I can leave you two alone now.
Jill, I think
> you should stay right there and hold Danny's cock in your mouth until
it gets
> good and hard again, and then he can figure out what he wants to do
with you.
> Good night, son. Enjoy your present. And happy birthday again."
>
> "Thanks, Dad," Danny said, and Mason left, closing Danny's door
behind
> him.
>
> It wasn't long at all until Danny's cock was again stiff and
eager within
> Jill's clasping mouth. "Okay, sis," Danny said. "I want to fuck you
now."
>
> Jill slowly took her mouth from his cock. "Danny," Jill said.
"Look. This
> is -- I mean, we can --"
>
> "What's wrong, Jill?" Danny said. "Don't you want to fuck your
sweet
> little brother?"
>
> Jill's eyes blazed at him. "You cockroach!" Jill said. "I'd
rather fuck a
> pig, and you know it."
>
> "Yeah," Danny said. "I know that, all right. That's why this is
gonna be
> so much fun."
>
> "Look," Jill said. "We can make a deal here, okay? If you --"
>
> "Forget it," Danny said. "I want your body and now I'm gonna
get it. Now
> get up here on this bed. Or do I have to call Dad back in?"
>
> "I don't care what you do, you little turd," Jill said. Slowly
she got to
> her feet, awkwardly because of her bound hands. "How about untying
me?" Jill
> said. "Just take this off and I'll --"
>
> "Hell, no -- I like you that way," Danny said. "Now lay down
here and
> spread those gorgeous legs for me. This is gonna be a kick and a
half, big
> sister."
>
> "All right," Jill said. "All right, you bastard. Get your
kicks." And
> Jill lay down next to Danny on his bed, her bound hands crushed
beneath her,
> her torso arching slightly as a result, her breasts upthrusting, her
legs
> straight.
>
> "Damn," Danny said, touching her, running his hands over her
amazing
> body. "To think this body is mine now."
>
> "Just do it, damn you," Jill said tightly.
>
> Danny rolled over on top of her. "Open your legs, sis," Danny
said; and
> with only the briefest of hesitations, Jill did. Danny rejoiced in
his sister's
> enforced submission to him. "Look at me, sis," Danny said, relishing
his power
> and Jill's humiliation. "Look at me as I take you." And with Jill
staring
> straight up into his eyes, Danny slid himself inside her. Slowly.
Watching
> Jill's eyes. Taking her. All the way.
>
> "I'm fucking you, Jill," Danny said, moving slowly. "I'm
fucking my
> gorgeous snotty sister. How do you like it, Jill?"
>
> "Bastard!" Jill said.
>
> "Hey, Jill," Danny said, moving. "Is it true what Dad said?
About you
> liking pain? Is that right?"
>
> "Go to hell," Jill said.
>
> "I bet it is," Danny said. "I just bet it is." And now Danny
brought his
> right hand up to Jill's hair, as he had seen his father do. Jill
flinched
> automatically. Danny took a fistful of that long yellow hair and
slowly,
> gradually and deliberately tightened his fist around it, pulling at
it, pulling
> hard, until Jill was gasping with the pain.
>
> "Danny -- Danny, don't --"
>
> But Danny didn't stop. Jill's torso was starting to twitch now,
and her
> breathing was rapid. "Danny -- please -- Danny --"
>
> "You do," Danny said triumphantly. "You do like it. You do!
Don't you,
> sis. You love it. Right Jill? Right, big sister? It gets you crazy.
Doesn't
> it?"
>
> "Yes!" Jill said. "All right. Yes. All right. Yes. Do it. Do it
to me, do
> it, hurt me, Danny, all right --" Jill's body was writhing now, her
hips moving
> faster in rhythm with his thrusts. "Hurt me, do it to me, yes, I love
it, yes,
> I want it, it hurts, hurt me, yes, god, hurt me Danny, I'll -- I'll
--"
>
> "You sweet bitch," Danny said, pulling hard at her hair,
pounding at her
> body. "I've got you now, you stuck-up cocksucker, I've got you now,
you're mine
> now, you hear me, Jill? Mine."
>
> "Yes!" Jill said, moaning. "All right, Danny, yes, hurt me,
yes, I want
> it, I'll do anything for you, I'm your slave, Danny do it
AUUURRRGGGHHHH!"
> Jill's legs were wound around him now, clutching him against her
squirming,
> twisting body, and Danny was coming, and Jill was coming, and it all
blew up
> and Danny burst inside her as Jill's body paroxysmed and shook and
collapsed.
>
> Danny stayed on top of her, loving the sensations of Jill's
soft but firm
> breasts flattening against his chest, Jill's thighs stretched apart
by his
> body, Jill's torso rising and falling against him with her rapid
breathing, and
> knowing that he was crushing Jill's bound arms beneath her body with
his weight
> on her. Jill, moaning occasionally with the pain, was also getting
off on it in
> her way. Danny put his hands on Jill's breasts, clutching them
tightly,
> occasionally clamping his hands around them savagely, to watch what
it did to
> her, the agony and the passion in her face, and to savor the thrill
of that
> body stiffening and squirming beneath him.
>
> "Damn, Jill," Danny said. "Damn, you're something all right.
And I bet
> Mom is still thinking you're a virgin, too."
>
> Jill bit her lip in pain as he clamped her breast, but nodded.
"Daddy
> did, too," Jill said. "Until tonight."
>
> "Tell me about that," Danny said, and Jill did, moaning as he
played with
> her.
>
> "I think I understand something else too," Dnny said. "You're a
lousy
> student, sis, and I always wondered how you got such good marks. Now
I think I
> know. Like this last term, you got all A's and B's, right? Now I know
how you
> did it. Don't I?"
>
> Jill gave him a small grin. "Yes," Jill said. "Five subjects
and I didn't
> have to crack a book."
>
> "Because all your teachers were men, right?"
>
> "Four of them," Jill said. "The fifth was a woman who likes
girls."
>
> "Christ!" Danny said, hurting her. "Tell me all about it, sis."
>
> "All right," Jill said. "I'll tell you about Mr. Jarvis. You'll
like
> that."
>
> "Jarvis? The math guy?"
>
> "Yes."
>
> "He's about fifty years old!"
>
> "Right. I had to work on that one. Most of them, I'd go to
their office
> and lock the door and start taking my clothes off, and that would be
that. I'd
> be down on the floor with them or lying across their desk as they
took me or
> sitting on their laps in their chair, or sucking them off on my
knees, or
> something. But Jarvis was tough. Until I found out what he liked."
>
> "What?" Danny said.
>
> "To hit me with this long thin wooden ruler he had. On my
breasts."
>
> "Jesus!"
>
> "Yeah. He'd make me lie across his desk, with my head hanging
off one
> side, and he'd stand behind me and start whacking me with this thing,
and damn
> hard too, right on my breasts, one at a time, taking turns with them.
When he
> did this so many times that I'd start to scream, he'd stick his cock
in my
> mouth and I had to suck him off, upside-down. And he didn't stop
hitting me
> while I did it, either."
>
> "Christ!" Danny said, fondling Jill's breasts. "That must
hurt!"
>
> "It hurts like hell!" Jill said.
>
> "But you liked it, right?" Danny said.
>
> "Why?" Jill said, a little breathlessly. "Do you want to do
that to me?"
>
> "Yeah," Danny said. "But not just that. I have something else
in mind for
> these gorgeous things." And he squeezed Jill's breasts as hard as he
could.
>
> "Aaugghh!" Jill said. "What -- what do you have in mind?"
>
> "You might not like it," Danny said.
>
> "Tell me," Jill said.
>
> Danny looked straight into Jill's eyes. "I want to burn them,"
Danny
> said.
>
> Jill caught her breath sharply.
>
> "Burn -- burn them?" Jill said faintly.
>
> "That's right," Danny said. "With cigarettes. Just like in all
the dirty
> books. You think you'd like that, Jill?"
>
> "No," Jill said.
>
> "You sure?" Danny said.
>
> "Danny -- Jesus --"
>
> "You're hot, Jill. Your nipples are all stiff."
>
> "I know," Jill said.
>
> "You want it," Danny said.
>
> "No," Jill said. "Oh god, oh Jesus, Danny, I don't -- I --"
>
> "I want to do it," Danny said.
>
> "Danny," Jill said.
>
> "What?" Danny said.
>
> "Take me," Jill said. "Do it to me, Danny. Fuck me. Now."
>
> "Ask me nice," Danny said.
>
> "Please," Jill said. "Please, Danny, please do it, please fuck
me, Danny,
> I'm begging you. I'm begging you now, please fuck me, fuck my body,
take it,
> please, Danny, I want it, please --"
>
> And Danny did...
>
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> HURTING JILL
> by V.P. Viddler Part
> Three - The Drugstore
>
> Jill didn't smoke, nor did Danny, so that night they went to a
local
> drugstore to buy cigarettes. The boy behind the counter was Mitch,
whose father
> owned that store, and who was in Jill's class at school.
>
> "All right," Danny said to Jill. "You get them."
>
> Jill, looking at him for a long moment, shrugged then and
approached the
> counter. "Hi, Jill," Mitch said.
>
> "Hi, Mitch," Jill said. "Uh -- I want a pack of cigarettes."
>
> "You do?" Mitch said. "What kind?"
>
> "I don't know," Jill said. "Anything."
>
> "King size," Danny said. "They last longer."
>
> Jill gave a tiny shudder.
>
> Mitch got a pack and Jill paid for it. "I didn't know you
smoked, Jill,"
> Mitch said. Mitch was short and dark and not good- looking. "I never
saw you
> smoking or anything."
>
> "She doesn't," Danny said. "Nor do I, if you want to know."
>
> "Oh," Mitch said. "But -- I mean why do you want cigarettes for
then?"
>
> "Jill," Danny said. "Tell him what they're for."
>
> Jill stared at him, flushing. "Danny --"
>
> "Go on," Danny said. "Tell him."
>
> "Danny, look --"
>
> "Tell him, Jill," Danny said.
>
> Jill stood a moment, then turned back to Mitch. She took a long
breath.
> "Danny's going to burn me with them," Jill said slowly. "On my
breasts."
>
> Mitch stared at Jill, stunned, his mouth dropping, obviously
not
> crediting what he had hears. Jill was moving away, but Danny stopped
her.
>
> "Jill," Danny said in a low voice, "ask him if he'd like to
watch."
>
> Jill stood stricken. "What?" Jill said, croaking it.
>
> "Ask him if he'd like to watch," Danny said.
>
> "Danny --" Jill said. "Danny, wait -- listen --"
>
> "Ask him," Danny said.
>
> "I can't -- Danny no -- I can't do -- oh god --"
>
> "Do it," Danny said.
>
> "You bastard," Jill said. And Jill walked back to Mitch's
counter. Danny
> saw that Jill was flushing, and her breasts rising and falling
rapidly.
> Humiliation and passion. Danny's blood was burning.
>
> "Mitch," Jill said, her voice low but clear. "Would you like to
watch
> Danny burn me?"
>
> Mitch was so flabbergasted that he could hardly make a sound,
but he
> managed to nod rapidly.
>
> "Okay," Danny said. "You got it, Mitch. Why don't you lock up
now so
> nobody will disturb us, okay?"
>
> Swiftly Mitch locked the door and blacked out the store
windows, coming
> back to join them by the counter.
>
> "Danny," Jill said unsteadily. "Right now?"
>
> "Right now," Danny said. "Right here. Strip down, Jill."
>
> Jill swallowed. She cast a swift glance at Mitch, who stood
staring
> dumfoundedly at her, then at Danny, then down to the floor. Jill's
hands were
> shaking slightly as she brought them to the front of her dark brown
blouse and
> began fumblingly to unbutton it. Though Jill's shaking hands,
flushing face,
> and bitings at her lip displayed her fright and humiliation, Danny
also saw
> that Jill's bosom was rising and falling rapidly, and that her
nipples poked
> hard little bumps in the silk of her blouse. Jill finally got all the
buttons
> undone and, still without looking at them, she slid it off, dropping
it onto
> the floor. A small hiss came from Mitch as Jill's upper torso was
thus
> revealed, although Jill was wearing a black brassiere to contain the
sensuous
> bulging of her firm, upright young breasts.
>
> Jill stood still for a moment, as though awaiting a new
command; but
> Danny simply waited, saying nothing. And Jill, after a moment, slowly
reached
> with both hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Danny
could
> hear Mitch's rapid, open- mouthed breathing. Jill swallowed, hard.
And then
> slid the bra straps off her shoulders. And allowed it to fall away.
Now a loud
> gasp from Mitch, followed by a small moan. Danny smiled.
>
> "Nice, aren't they, Mitch?" Danny said.
>
> "Jesus!" Mitch said.
>
> "You want to feel them a little?" Danny said. "Before they get
all burned
> up?"
>
> "Christ, Danny!" Jill said.
>
> "Go to him," Danny said.
>
> Jill did. And stood still, her eyes now blazing at Danny, as
Mitch played
> happily with her breasts, touching and stroking and pinching and
clutching and
> making harsh whimpering sounds in his throat.
>
> "Okay," Danny said, and Jill stepped back. The mixture of anger
and
> humiliation in her face was replaced by a different kind of mix as
Danny took
> up the cigarette pack, tore it open and pulled a cigarette from it,
putting it
> in his mouth -- a mix of fright, pleading and passion. Her body was
quivering
> with terror, but her hard nipples tightened still more, throbbing
with that
> uncontrollable lust for pain. With wide eyes Jill was watching as
Danny struck
> a match to light that instrument of coming agony. She swallowed
again.
>
> "I'll scream," Jill said, in a barely audible voice.
>
> "You know what to do about that," Danny said.
>
> Jill nodded. With her shaking hands she took hold of the short
black
> skirt she was wearing, pulling it up high on her thighs, then reached
beneath
> it to pull down her panties. Stepping out of them awkwardly, Jill now
> straightened up with the panties in her hand, and, as she had done
for her
> father, stuffed them completely into her mouth, jamming them in until
nothing
> of them remained outside, and that mouth was packed so full that
nothing but
> the faintest sounds could escape it. As Jill had no stockings this
time, Danny
> told Mitch to give her his necktie, which Mitch swiftly did, and Jill
tied it
> tightly around her head to hold that panty-gag in place.
>
> "Okay," Danny said. "Now come to me."
>
> Jill's luscious legs looked as if they might collapse as,
slowly, the
> girl moved stiffly toward where her brother was standing, that
brightly glowing
> cigarette still in his mouth, though as Jill approached he took it
from his
> lips, holding it in his hand. Jill stopped about two feet from him
and stood
> still, her body trembling harder now. Jill's soft brown eyes
gradually rose
> until they were looking straight into his, melting with fright and
lust and
> shame and wanting and horror and passion. Danny looked back at her.
>
> "Jill," Danny said. "I'm going to burn you now."
>
> "I know," Jill said. Danny understood what she was saying,
although what
> came through that gag was "Nngg-nnnhh."
>
> "It's going to hurt," Danny said.
>
> Jill nodded.
>
> "I'm going to love it," Danny said.
>
> "Nngg-nnnhh," Jill said. I know.
>
> "You want me to do it to you," Danny said. "Don't you, Jill?"
>
> Jill closed her eyes for a brief moment; then she was looking
again into
> his. Slowly, Jill nodded her head.
>
> "All right," Danny said. "Stand still now."
>
> And Jill did, quaking but not moving, as Danny slowly and
carefully,
> though firmly, placed the burning tip of that cigarette directly onto
the
> stiff, quivering pink nipple of Jill's right breast, and ground it
out.
>
> An unearthly, animalistic sound ripped through Jill's muffling
gag, and
> she shrank back in an uncontrollable attempt to flee from that
unimaginable
> pain; but Dnny stayed with her, holding his cigarette in contact with
her flesh
> until it was thoroughly and unmistakably out.
>
> Choking, awful sounds continued to issue from Jill after Danny
had
> dropped the cigarette, and as he swiftly lit up another, Jill
instinctively
> shook her head, hands coming up to cover her bosom.
>
> "Put your hands down, Jill," Danny said. "I want to burn the
other one."
>
> "Nnnnghh," Jill said pleadingly.
>
> Danny just waited, and in a minute Jill, her eyes wild, put her
hands
> down.
>
> "It was good, wasn't it, Jill?" Danny said.
>
> "Nnnhhh," Jill said, and it could have meant yes or no.
>
> Danny puffed his new cigarette into a bright glow and took it
in his
> hand. Jill, probably without being conscious of it, took a quick step
backward.
> Danny followed. Jill moved back again, with Danny stalking her step
by step
> with a sort of grim patience. Until Jill stood with the counter at
her back,
> unable to go any further. A thin whining sound was forcing itself
through her
> nostrils. Terror? Importunement? Anticipation? Her panting was making
her
> nipples a moving target, but Danny managed to hit his mark. As Jill
shrank away
> from him, crushing her back against the wooden counter, Danny
deliberately
> kissed his sister's other nipple with that red- hot burning tip, not
grinding
> it out this time, but holding it stubbornly against that tortured
flesh until
> it had smoldered and extinguished itself of its own accord.
>
> Jill, howling into the gag and giving out only those pitiful
inhuman
> gurglings, now sank down to her knees, crouching over and hugging her
body in
> an overwhelming miasma of agony. Calmly Danny reached down, took a
handful of
> Jill's hair in his fist, and pulled upward, bringing Jill scrambling
to her
> feet.
>
> "I want to do it some more," Danny said.
>
> "Nnnhh!" Jill said piteously. "Nnngg-nnngghh!" Shaking her head
at him,
> trying to slide away from his body blocking her way.
>
> "Mitch," Danny said. "Hold her arms."
>
> Mitch scurried around behind the counter and, reaching across
it, took
> hold of Jill's arms, pulling them back. Jill was struggling, but
Mitch got a
> tight grip on her wrists, pulling on her arms, so that Jill's body
was arched
> back over the counter top, arms taut, hips writhing against the hard
edge of
> the counter, her youthful burn-marked breasts thrusting up and out.
>
> "That's just perfect," Danny said, coming close to Jill. Jill
was gasping
> for breath, still trying to fight, body twisting, pulling vainly
against
> Mitch's grim grip on her arms, flailing legs vainly trying to kick at
Danny as
> he approached, holding that glowing symbol of inflicted anguish.
Jill's skirt
> was riding high up on her thighs. Avoiding those wildly kicking legs,
Danny
> moved between them, his body now almost touching his sister's.
>
> "This is nice," Danny said, grinning into Jill's glaring,
glinting eyes.
> "I could fuck you this way. Would you like me to fuck you while I
burn you,
> Jill?" Jill shook her head wildly; but what Danny saw in her eyes
told him
> other things. "Sure you would," Danny said. "Mitch, just hike her up
a little
> bit."
>
> Mitch, moving backwards, tugged harder on Jill's wrists,
pulling
> painfully at her arms until Jill's body was hauled further up, with
her
> buttocks now jamming against the counter edge, almost but not quite
high enough
> to sit on it, and her upper torso straining back on a slant which did
nothing
> to diminish the taut thrust of her breasts. "Oh, that's great," Danny
said,
> unzipping his fly. "Just fantastic." Pulling out his stiff and ready
cock.
>
> Jill made a moaning sound.
>
> Mitch was staring in astounded shock. "You -- you're going to
-- with
> your own sister?" Mitch said, croaking it.
>
> "With my own sister, that's right," Danny said, grinning. "You
just
> watch, Mitch buddy. You watch, and hold her real good, and maybe I'll
give you
> a crack at her too."
>
> Jill moaned again, and Mitch caught his breath.
>
> With his free hand, Danny slid Jill's skirt still higher on her
flailing
> thighs, pushing it up around her waist. Pushing forward, he parted
Jill's legs
> with his body, until, with her feet off the floor, they dangled in
such an
> awkward position that Jill was virtually forced to curl them around
his hips,
> to stop the muscles cramping and twitching, and to alleviate the
strain on her
> arms by holding on to him that way. "Good girl," Danny said, and he
slid his
> cock slowly and easily into Jill's vagina. All the way in. And then
he began to
> fuck his sister, slowly, almost lazily, sliding desultorily back and
forth
> inside her. Mitch was goggle-eyed, and Jill was staring at him with
that unholy
> mixture of fright and arousal.
>
> "Now, Jill," Danny said softly, raising the hand with the
cigarette to
> Jill's breast. High mewling sounds came through Jill's gag as Danny,
with
> tortuous slowness, brought the burning tip gradually closer to that
flinching
> flesh. And finally made contact.
>
> This time Danny allowed Jill to pull away after the first
agonizing touch
> of fire, savoring the way her body spasmed, hips jerking, legs going
tight
> around him, vagina clutching spasmodically around his cock. Again
Danny brought
> that cigarette down to touch Jill's shrinking breast, kissing it to
her
> pinkish- red aureola just at the base of the nipple. Again Jill's
body jumped,
> harder now, and again the cigarette did its painful job.
>
> Jill was whining continually now, head straining backward,
obviously
> howling into that firmly-packed gag, as Danny still used that red-hot
> cigarette, alternating it between both breasts now, touching it
lightly, then
> more firmly, burning all over his sister's tormented breasts,
covering their
> surfaces with hot burns, and now Danny was moving faster inside her
as Jill's
> body shook and strained with each touch of fire, twisting, bucking,
squirming,
> arching, rolling, out of control, and as Danny, his climax bearing
down on him,
> finally ground out that cigarette viciously into the flesh of Jill's
inner
> breast, as he shot all he had up into her belly, exploding again and
again and
> again until it was as though it would never stop, Jill's wildly
spasming body,
> frantically clutching legs and muffled howlings and shriekings gave
rise to a
> suspicion that it may not have been agony alone that was driving her
so out of
> her mind that way.
>
> Soon afterwards, a moaning, mewling, struggling Jill was being
turned
> about on that old wooden counter, until she was facing an eager
Mitch, with his
> pants down around his ankles, while Danny stood behind her. Weak with
pain and
> exhaustion, Jill could no longer fight, but lay half-reclining across
the
> counter top, so that Danny was able to look down at her burn-marked
body. Jill
> was moaning into her gag, but she put up only a faint resistance as
Mitch,
> first fumbling with his fingers and blindly poking cock at her
crotch, pushed
> himself into her and began to fuck her quickly, ramming away at that
fabulous
> young body, harsh grunting sounds bursting rhythmically from his
throat.
>
> Danny, watching Jill's body juddering, her breasts bouncing
enticingly
> with each hard thrust of Mitch's hips, casually lit another
cigarette; and
> Jill, seeing this, shook her head, her moans taking on a sound of
pleading
> terror, her hands waving at him ineffectually. Without effort Danny
captured
> both of Jill's wrists, holding them easily with one hand as the other
took the
> burning cigarette out of his mouth.
>
> "Don't worry, Jill," Danny said, smiling down at the quaking,
> outstretched body. "I think your breasts have about had it for now.
But maybe
> one or two other places -- just to give old Mitch some inspiration.
Hmmm?"
> Choking sobs were coming from Jill's throat, and tears rolled down
the sides of
> her face. Mitch was still battering at her. Danny surveyed Jill's
writhing
> form. "How about that cute little belly-button, for instance," Danny
said. Jill
> shook her head so hard her hair was flying around her face; but
Danny, smiling
> at her, bent over his sister's body and carefully placed the
cigarette tip
> right into her tiny navel, grinding it slowly against that agonized
flesh until
> it was out.
>
> The twisting, bucking convulsions of Jill's lower body served
to put
> Mitch over the top, and he climaxed burstingly into her; but so
excited was
> Mitch in this most astoundingly unusual situation, that he was almost
instantly
> hard again; and in a minute Mitch was again fucking away at the
tortured girl.
>
> Now Danny was crouching down to speak to his sister, placing
his mouth
> close to the ear of the sobbing, gasping, choking girl. "Jill," Danny
said.
> "Listen, Jill. If I take the gag off now, will you suck me? Will you
suck your
> brother's cock for him, with that pretty screaming mouth? Will you,
sis? Hmm?"
>
> And Jill, moaning, crying, shaking, nodded. Nodded and nodded,
as Mitch
> continued to fuck her vagina. Danny now quickly got rid of the tie
around
> Jill's head, and roughly pulled Jill's now crushed and soaking
panties out of
> her mouth. Jill frantically took in great gulps of air, gasping
loudly as she
> filled her starving lungs, and making terrible animal sounds as she
exhaled.
> Danny now pushed Jill's body down flat on the counter, so that her
head hung
> down off the edge, with her long blonde hair dangling toward the
floor. "That's
> beautiful, Jill," Danny said. "Now you can suck me upside-down, just
like you
> did for Mr. Jarvis." And Danny stuck his cock into Jill's gasping,
moaning
> mouth, and happily began to fuck it, savoring the flutterings of
Jill's lips
> and tongue as that mouth clasped him in its warm, wet upside-down
grip, while
> Mitch was still working away between her thighs. Danny took hold of
Jill's
> aching breasts and clamped his hands hard around them, bringing
intensified
> gaspings and moanings from Jill's quivering mouth. Danny did not try
to hold
> back, but allowed that submissive mouth to bring him to climax,
shooting his
> gism in short, sharp spurts down Jill's gulping, sobbing throat.
>
> But Mitch, having begun again almost immediately upon climaxing
his first
> time, was still not finished. Now, at Danny's suggestion and Mitch's
obvious
> delight, Jill was spun around again on the counter, so that Mitch
could now use
> her lovely upside-down mouth, which he did most enthusiastically and
most
> lengthily, until Danny, growing impatient, thought of a way to bring
on his
> climax more rapidly. Which he accomplished by using a cigarette on
Jill's
> thighs, burning the soft inner thighs just one time each, but doing
it most
> skillfully indeed, causing Jill to scream loudly around Mitch's
mouth-gagging
> cock, which in turn caused Mitch to spurt into Jill's throat, choking
off her
> screams and making her gulp his gism frantically to avoid strangling
on it.
>
> Now Danny was lifting Jill off the counter. "So, Jill," Danny
said. "Now
> I think we've established just who is boss and what our situation is.
Forever.
> Isn't that right, darling sister?" And Jill said, nodding, nodding,
"Yes,
> Danny. Yes." And sank to the foor, moaning and clasping him around
the legs
> with her arms...
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> HURTING JILL
> by V.P. Viddler
> Part Four - The Parties
>
> It was two days later that Danny told Jill that he was about to
consult
> with an electronics expert who was a pal of his. Jill asked why, and
Danny told
> her, bringing Jill to such a state of horror and lust that she spent
all night
> trying to talk him out of it with her body and her mouth. But to no
avail.
>
> His friend made Danny a wonderful toy, and Danny installed it,
carefully,
> following instructions. Into Jill. Then, over the following days, he
tried it
> out. A lot. It worked fine. Danny was satisfied with it, and got lots
and lots
> of fun out of it. Jill, necessarily, participated too. At first only
> half-willingly. Then less willingly. And finally not at all
willingly. Most
> unwillingly, in fact. And it was then that Danny told Jill that he
was planning
> to throw a party.
>
> Danny's party, not too surprisingly, was for boys only; but
still it was
> not a small gathering. Danny invited all his pals from school, and
their pals,
> and their pals' pals, and so on, so perhaps a good two dozen boys had
showed
> up. Wild rumors had stalked around school about strange goings-on
with Danny
> and his sexy, snobbish big sister, so there was a bit of anticipatory
> excitement in the air. Which was not diminished when Danny, as their
host,
> informed them that this was a nudity party, and they must all take
off all
> their clothing.
>
> And when they had, and Danny had let their anticipation build
for a bit,
> he finally brought on the guest of honor.
>
> Jill.
>
> Stark naked.
>
> Who stood stock still on the landing at the door to the living
room,
> looking out over their heads, facing two dozen naked boys without a
stitch on
> her, as Danny stood by the stairs and told them all about his two new
toys --
> one being Jill, and the other the fabulous electronic plaything he
had had
> fashioned for him. This device, Danny said, had two components. The
first was a
> tiny but most powerful chip with an electrical charge. This tiny chip
was now
> implanted inside Jill, high up in her anal canal, carefully placed so
that it
> could not interfere with any important bodily functions, but at a
point at
> which its shocking charge, when triggered off, would result in a most
painful
> and most unpleasant jolt to the body. What triggered it was the other
part of
> the device, which Danny was holding in his hand: a small button set
into a
> metal block. Pushing this button, Danny said, set off the charge
inside Jill's
> body. Danny said that it did appear to be a terribly agonizing
phenomenon all
> right, and that he was anxious to show off this wonderful toy, with
Jill's
> assistance. As a bonus, Danny said, this would also allow him to
demonstrate
> Jill's new docility, how willingly she would cooperate, how eagerly
she would
> now share her body with them. With all of them. In any way they
desired. For as
> long as they wanted.
>
> The boys stood listening to this in wonderment and with
blissful
> anticipation. "All right, Jill," Danny said, his finger on that metal
button.
> "I think it's about time to start, don't you?"
>
> "Danny," Jill said, turning to him. "Danny, listen. You don't
need that.
> I'll do it. You don't have to use that. Please. I'll do it, I will.
I'll do it
> with all of them. Anything you say. Okay? Please. I'll be good.
Whatever you
> say. I promise. All right?"
>
> Danny only smiled.
>
> "Jill," Danny said, "our guests are waiting. Go to them."
>
> Jill, on shaky legs, moved forward, walking down the two steps
from the
> landing to the living room in which the panting youths stood
watching. As she
> moved toward them, Danny, with a slight flourish, hit the button.
>
> The first shock sent Jill to her knees, with a loud cry of
pain. And as
> the staring boys started toward her, Danny hit that button again, and
now
> Jill's body spasmed and fell forward, landing Jill flat on her
stomach on the
> floor, twitching and yowling in agony. Again Danny hit the button,
and Jill
> convulsed with a scream. Another hit, and she was rolling over on the
floor,
> twisting and scrabbling.
>
> "Christ!" a boy said. "Look at that! Just look at that!" And
they all
> did, in lustful fascination, until Danny said, "Don't you guys think
somebody
> ought to fuck her?"
>
> And now somebody did, a large boy named Roy, who pushed his way
through
> the crowd to lay his body down on Jill's twitching form, and then
splay her
> thighs with his and ram himself tightly into her. The frantic girl
reflexively
> clamped him with arms and legs, and a loud murmur passed through the
watching
> boys as Roy, with a cry of joy, began to lunge at her.
>
> "You ain't seen nothin' yet, boys," Danny voice came through.
"Watch
> this." And Danny again hit that button. Jill's body, stiffening,
arched totally
> off the floor, all the muscles and tendons in her body straining, all
of her
> quivering and vibrating like an ancient washing machine, Jill howling
like a
> banshee, before falling back to the floor, still shaking.
>
> "Christ!" Roy got out. "I can't --" And Danny hit the button
again.
> Jill's body bucked so hard it rolled over, carrying Roy with it and
landing on
> top of him. Roy could not hold out any longer, coming hard into
Jill's jouncing
> body and letting the next jolt from Danny's button tear her away from
him.
>
> Now another boy took her, holding on for his life and savoring
the
> sensational ride as Danny now hit that button with a rhythmic
regularity, and
> Jill's bucking, convulsing, straining, writhing, tossing, flailing
body rolled
> over and over on the floor, Jill screaming continually now, like a
siren, one
> long, shrill, fluctuating but increasing howl of agony and torment.
And it went
> on and on, until every last youth had exhausted himself on Jill's
deliciously
> suffering body.
>
> And then the variations began.
>
> In a way, Jill's mouth afforded the most exquisite pleasure,
for Danny
> would not use the button while Jill was sucking somebody, for fear
that she
> might bite his cock right off. Thus Jill, to try to prolong this
blissfull
> surcease from pain, would try to make it last as long as possible,
lovingly
> caressing with careful lips and tongue, drawing out the pleasure,
bringing the
> boy slowly, indeed reluctantly, to glorious climax in that soft,
talented
> mouth.
>
> On the other hand, it was also a most gratifying situation for
two boys
> to possess Jill simultaneously, front and back, vagina and asshole;
and, as
> Danny happily plied the little button, vying as to which boy could
stay with
> her longer, as Jill jerked wildly back and forth between them,
twisting and
> squirming and kicking and convulsing while her screaming pounded
painfully but
> gloriously at their eardrums.
>
> And the party went on until dawn...
>
> Soon Mason found out about Danny's new toy, and could not
resist trying
> it out for himself. And when Mason saw how gratifyingly it worked, he
and Danny
> planned a variation on Danny's party.
>
> This gathering consisted of Mason's friends and acquaintances
in the
> business world. All male. Again it took place in Mason's living room,
and again
> a short exposition was provided detailing Danny's little device
implanted in
> Danny's big sister, Mason's daughter. But this time Mason was holding
the
> button. And this time Jill was fully dressed, in a neat tan dress,
complete
> with underwear, stockings, and high-heeled shoes. And Jill's hands
were tied
> behind her back.
>
> Again, Jill explained carefully to her father how it was not
necessary
> for him to use that button at all, as she, Jill, was prepared to do
anything
> that he wanted of her. She would gladly, Jill said, provide his
friends with
> any pleasure, any sensation they could think up. She would, she said,
give her
> body to them unstintingly, eagerly, enthusiastically. She would
guarantee them
> the best fuck they had or would ever have. She would suck them all
night long,
> and swallow their gism by the gallon. What else could she do? If they
wanted to
> piss on her, Jill said, as her father just stood looking at her, if
they wanted
> her to drink their piss, or to crawl for them, or -- or --
>
> Mason's reply, finally, was to hit the button and send a
howling Jill
> crashing onto her knees on the living room floor. "All right, Jill,"
Mason
> said. "Let me tell you the rules. I want you to strip for my friends.
Strip
> naked. And when you've done that, I won't have to use the button any
more. Do
> you understand?"
>
> "I will!" Jill said, gasping. "I will! I'll do it! But my
hands- -just
> untie my hands --"
>
> "Ah," Mason said. "But that would make it so easy, wouldn't it?
That's
> just why I tied you that way in the first place, my darling."
>
> "But --" Jill said, "but -- but how can I -- without my hands
-- I can't
> -- I can't do anything."
>
> "You'll just have to think of a way, Jill. While I play with
this cute
> little button," Mason said. "Now strip."
>
> "But, Daddy, I --"
>
> Jill's words were cut off by a scream as Mason hit the button,
and Jill's
> body stiffened and spasmed and Jill fell onto her stomach, her bound
hands
> clutching wildly at nothing. Again Mason hit that button, and Jill,
bucking,
> was propelled across the floor with the force of her convulsion.
Jill's skirt
> rode up over her flailing thighs, but otherwise her clothing was
undisturbed,
> and though she tried frantically in lucid moments between shocks to
reach some
> of her garments with her fettered hands, it was futile. "Oh god!"
Jill screamed
> as Mason hit that button again and again, causing her to flop
helplessly around
> on the floor like a landed fish, as the watching men stood or sat
around,
> staring or grinning at her torturing predicament. Mason kept up a
steady
> barrage of shocks, and now a howling Jill was trying to crawl,
inching her way
> desperately across the floor, writhing and rolling, until she had
reached the
> foot of a chair in which a youngish-looking man was sitting.
>
> "H-help me!" Jill pleaded, panting and gasping, twisting with
agony as
> another shock hit her. "P-please! Help me! Take -- AAAHHH!! Take my
clothes
> off! Please! Pl-AAAUUUGGHHH!! Please! Take them off me! Strip me! Oh
god please
> please please -- AARRRGGHHH!! I'm begging you, I'll do anything for
you, please
> do it, please --"
>
> Now the man slid from his chair and crouched above Jill,
reaching
> obligingly for the buttons of her dress, as still another convulsion
sent her
> twisting onto her side, writhing uncontrollably. "Christ!" Jill
screamed. "Rip
> it! Rip it off me! Rip it all!" And now suddenly the man was joined
by others,
> who now wanted a hand in this game. Now quickly the spasming,
straining,
> shrieking girl was being stripped by six men, all of them ripping
viciously at
> her dress, her brassiere, her panties, her stockings, ripping,
ripping,
> stripping, until Jill was buck naked, all of her lying before them,
bound and
> sobbing, shaking and spasming.
>
> True to his word, Mason didn't use the button any more that
night. He
> didn't have to. But they did keep Jill's hands tied. All night long.
And they
> did use their belts on her body. All of it. And they did use their
cigarettes
> also. Some of them smoked cigars, which was worse. And when Jill was
screaming
> too loudly, Mason had her crawl on her stomach to pick up her ripped
panties
> with her mouth and eat them, working them into that fine young
mouth...
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> HURTING JILL
> by V.P. Viddler
> Part Five - The Principal
>
> Danny was sitting in the office of Dr. Harry, the school
principal.
>
> "I'm most disappointed in you, Darrow," Dr. Harry was saying.
"This last
> month the quality of your work has declined precipitously. In fact,
you have
> slid so far down that I can do nothing but warn you that you will
fail this
> entire term. And perhaps I will have to dismiss you until -- What is
wrong with
> you, boy?"
>
> "Oh, I hope you won't flunk me, sir. I know my work has -- you
see, it's
> just that -- I've had -- distractions, you might say."
>
> "Distractions? What kind of distractions?"
>
> "Well, sir, actually, sir, it's -- it's my sister."
>
> "Your sister?"
>
> "That's right, sir. You know my sister Jill, don't you, sir?
She's a
> senior. And as you must know, sir -- Jill is very distracting."
>
> "I -- I'm not certain I know what you mean, Darrow."
>
> "You do know Jill, don't you, sir?"
>
> "I -- I think I do, yes. A -- a blonde girl, is she not? Long
hair. Quite
> -- ah --"
>
> "Sexy, sir?"
>
> "Darrow!"
>
> "I'm sorry, sir. But that's what Jill is, don't you think so?"
>
> "I think we had better talk about your dismissal, Darrow."
>
> "It's that body, sir."
>
> "What?"
>
> "Jill's body. It's so luscious, isn't it?"
>
> "I -- I --"
>
> "Jill's round bouncy breasts in those tight things she wears.
And Jill's
> gorgeous, long shapely legs. And that ass. And that way she has of
walking, so
> that --"
>
> "Darrow! I don't know what you think you're doing, but I must
ask you to
> leave this office now. And, Darrow, you will find your notice of
dismissal in
> --"
>
> "Oh, Dr. Harry, wait -- Just wait a second, okay? I don't think
you will
> want to dismiss me if you'll just talk to my sister first."
>
> "Talk to your -- why should I do that?"
>
> "Well, sir, it's this way. I think Jill may want to -- try to
change your
> mind. And I think that if anybody can do that, Jill can. Don't you
think so,
> Dr. Harry?"
>
> "I -- what -- just what are you --"
>
> "Just allow me to bring Jill to see you, sir," Danny said. "May
I do
> that? Just talk to her. Jill can be most -- persuasive. May I?"
>
> "Well, I -- I'm not -- if --"
>
> "I'll bring her right away," Danny said.
>
> "All right, Jill," Danny said. "Dr. Harry is waiting for you."
>
> "I don't want to do this," Jill said. "That bastard is old and
fat and I
> can't stand looking at him."
>
> "So what? Danny said. "I want you to do this for me, Jill.
That's all."
>
> "What -- what do I have to do?"
>
> "Anything that old fart wants, that's what. And I mean
anything."
>
> "Christ. Is he a sadist too?"
>
> "Probably. You don't mind that, do you?"
>
> "I don't want him to -- I don't want him playing with my body."
>
> "That's tough shit, sis. If he wants to play with it you'll do
it. If he
> wants to fuck your ass you'll do it. If he wants to burn your nipples
off,
> you'll do it. Now let's go."
>
> "Filthy bastard!" Jill said.
>
> "Do I have to pull you along by your hair?" Danny said.
>
> "I'm coming, all right? I'm coming, damn you."
>
> "This is my sister," Danny said to Dr. Harry. "You know Jill,
don't you,
> sir?"
>
> "All right, Jill," Dr. Harry said. "What do you want to say?"
>
> Jill took a long breath.
>
> "Go on, Jill," Danny said.
>
> "Dr. Harry," Jill said, "I don't want you to flunk Danny. And
I- -I'll do
> anything to please yhou if you won't. Anything you want --"
>
> Dr. Harry looked flabbergasted. "What -- just what do you --
what are you
> --"
>
> "All right, Dr. Harry," Danny said. "You know what Jill is
saying. She's
> saying you can do anything you want with her. Or to her. Right,
Jill?"
>
> "That's right," Jill said softly.
>
> "I don't," Dr. Harry said. "I can't --"
>
> "Oh yes you can," Danny said. "Just look at this body. Didn't I
say Jill
> was sexy? How about those breasts? How about those legs? You can't
tell me you
> don't want that. Well, you can have it, Dr. Harry. It's all yours.
Any way you
> want it."
>
> "Christ!" Dr. Harry said.
>
> "You'd like to fuck Jill, wouldn't you, sir? You want to fuck
the living
> daylights out of her. Anybody would. Any guy in this school would pay
anything
> at all for a crack at that. And it's all yours. So I don't think you
want to
> flunk me after all, do you, sir?"
>
> "Jill --"
>
> "Yes, sir?"
>
> "Is this -- is this --"
>
> "Want to find out?" Danny said. "Want her to strip for you?
Right here,
> right now? Strip naked? Just say the word and she'll do it. Right,
Jill?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said.
>
> "Christ!"
>
> "And then you can lay her down on this desk and take her any
way you
> want. Any way at all. Right, Jill?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said.
>
> "My god!"
>
> "Look at that mouth," Danny said. "Jill's mouth. That mouth is
fantastic.
> What Jill can do with that mouth! Tell him, Jill. Tell Dr. Harry all
about it."
>
> Jill looked at him, swallowing.
>
> "Tell him, Jill," Danny said.
>
> "I'm very good with my mouth," Jill said. "I can use it in ways
that will
> drive you crazy. I can suck your cock all the way down my throat
until I'm
> choking on it, and still hold it there. I can suck and lick and play
with your
> cock with my mouth and my tongue and my lips and my throat until you
can't do
> anything but howl, and when you spurt it into my throat I'll lick it
and suck
> it and swallow it and --"
>
> "Oh, Jesus," Dr. Harry said softly. "Good Christ!"
>
> "Do you want to know what else Jill can do?" Danny said. "Jill
can do
> anything with that fabulous cunt of hers. Or with that luscious ass.
Or those
> breasts or those thighs. But, you know, sir, that's not all that Jill
can do
> for you -- if you want."
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> "Well, sir, I'm sure that you -- occasionally -- enjoy giving
out a bit
> of pain. Am I right?"
>
> Dr. Harry gulped. "Pain?"
>
> "Don't you enjoy hurting girls, Dr. Harry? I bet you do. I do.
And I can
> tell you that hurting Jill is as fine a thrill as you can experience.
And you
> can hurt her if you want to, Dr. Harry. You can hurt her a lot. Any
way you
> want. Isn't that right, Jill?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said, whispering.
>
> "Ah," Dr. Harry said. "Ah. I see. Oh. I can -- god. And if I
don't
> dismiss you, I can --"
>
> "You can do anything to her, sir. Anything."
>
> "God," Dr. Harry said. "She is gorgeous. I do want her. I can't
say I --
> I can't -- I do want to hurt you, Jill. Tell me I can hurt you."
>
> "Danny --"
>
> "Tell him, Jill."
>
> "Yes," Jill said. "You can hurt me."
>
> "Look at this." Dr. Harry slid out a drawer and brought out a
thin,
> springy, wicked-looking switch made of bamboo. "I have waited to use
this for a
> long time. I often think about using it on girls who come in -- who
walk around
> with -- I often think how I would -- would hit them -- would whip
them --"
>
> "And now you can, sir," Danny said. "Jill can bend right across
this desk
> and that round tight ass will stick right out, and I'll make her pull
that
> skirt up for you and that ass will be bare. Jill isn't wearing any
underwear, I
> don't allow her to. And you can whip that ass all you want. Isn't
that right,
> Jill?"
>
> "Yes," Jill said.
>
> "What do you say? Is it a deal?"
>
> "Yes," Dr. Harry said. "But I want -- I want more."
>
> "More?"
>
> "I want --"
>
> "Oh god," Jill said. "He wants to whip my breasts with that
thing."
>
> "Why not?" Danny said. "Is that what you want, sir?"
>
> "Yes," Dr. Harry said softly. "That's what I want. To start.
Just to
> start."
>
> "Jill," Danny said. "Take that sweater off and show Dr. Harry
your
> breasts."
>
> "Danny --"
>
> "Jill. Do what I say."
>
> "I --"
>
> "I think she doesn't want to," Dr. Harry said.
>
> "Jill," Danny said. "Tell him you want to. Now. Tell Dr. Harry
that you
> want to show him your body. And that you want him to whip your
breasts and make
> you scream. And that you want him to hurt you and fuck you and do
anything to
> you until he wants to stop. Do it."
>
> "Dr. Harry," Jill said. "I -- I want you to do anything you
want to me.
> As long as you want to. I want to strip for you and let you look at
my naked
> body. I want you to whip my -- my breasts with -- with that -- thing
-- and --
> and make me scream for you. I want -- I --"
>
> "I want her," Dr. Harry said. "God. She's so young, such a
young pretty
> girl, suck a young pretty vulnerable helpless fantastic slut of a
girl. I do
> want to hear her scream. Scream and howl and plead. I want that body
squirming
> and twisting and writhing and flailing. I want it under me, fucking
me. I want
> that mouth, and I want -- I -- Christ --"
>
> "All right, Jill," Danny said. "Show him your tits."
>
> Jill's hands shook. As she pulled up her sweater and stripped
it off. Dr.
> Harry was gazing raptly at Jill's bare round high firm breasts.
>
> "Now!" Dr. Harry said, gasping. "I want to do it now."
>
> "On the desk, Jill," Danny said. "On your back. Flat."
>
> Jill, shaking, got onto Dr. Harry's desk and lay down. Dr.
Harry got up
> from his chair, clutching his bamboo switch.
>
> "I'll hold her for you," Danny said. "Put your arms back,
Jill."
>
> With a moan, Jill put her arms back over her head. Danny took
hold of
> both hands, holding them in his, pulling her arms back tightly. This
position
> pulled Jill's breasts up, standing tautly out, curving cleanly up on
her body,
> as if asking for attention, with her small pink stiff nipples poking
up in the
> air. Jill's body was taut, her skirt pulling high up on her thighs
with the
> squirming of her body and thrashing of her legs.
>
> "I can't stand it!" Dr. Harry said. "She's fantastic! Look at
that!"
>
> "It's all yours," Danny said. "Touch it if you want."
>
> "I want to -- I --" And Dr. Harry raised his switch, panting.
Jill was
> looking at it, also panting, eyes wide.
>
> "Do it hard," Danny said. "Don't hold back. Right, Jill?"
>
> "Ohh --" Jill said, moaning.
>
> "Hold her tight," Dr. Harry said, and then raised his arm high
and swung
> it down as hard as he could. The switch smashed across Jill's left
breast with
> a sound like a pistol shot.
>
> "Haaugghhhh!"
>
> Jill's body was twisting and wriggling as it arched upwards
with pain,
> her legs kicking wildly. Danny held on to her hands, holding her in
position.
> Dr. Harry was raising the switch again.
>
> "Wait! No! Wait! Haarrrghh! Haauuuggh!"
>
> Whap! Across the right breast.
>
> "Oh, Christ," Dr. Harry moaned. "Look at that! I love it! I
don't want to
> stop."
>
> "Don't stop," Danny said.
>
> "Wait!" Jill said. "Please!"
>
> "Noisy, isn't she?" Danny said. "Jill used to do a thing to
keep herself
> quiet. But that was in the days she could wear underthings. She would
stuff her
> panties into her mouth for a gag, and hold them in by tying a
stocking or her
> bra or something around her mouth. But she can't do that now. But I
can find a
> substitute gag."
>
> "No," Dr. Harry said. "No gag. I want her to scream. I want to
listen to
> her scream. Beautiful helpless screaming young girl. Scream all you
want, Jill.
> Scream for me now, Jill."
>
> And Dr. Harry started using that switch again, hard as he
could. Whap!
> Whap! Whap! Whap!
>
> "Augghh! Harrrrggh! Aaaghhh! Christ! Ahh! Oh no stop, HAUGH!"
>
> Dr. Harry was panting hard. "I want to fuck her."
>
> "Do it," Danny said.
>
> Dr. Harry did it. Danny still held Jill's hands in his grip and
Dr. Harry
> pulled out his cock and lay down on Jill's body and spread Jill's
thrashing
> legs and put his cock into Jill's wriggling cunt.
>
> "Yes!" said Dr. Harry. "I'm fucking her, I'm fucking you, Jill,
you fine
> sweet gorgeous slut girl, I'm doing it to you, scream for me, Jill
darling, I'm
> fucking your fabulous sexy young helpless body, and you can't stop
me, can you,
> Jill?"
>
> Still fucking, Dr. Harry handed his ruler to Danny. "Hit her,"
he said,
> panting. "Hit her for me. Hard. Do it hard."
>
> Danny hit Jill's breasts, and Dr. Harry gasped as Jill howled
into his
> ear and Jill's pinned body spasmed and twisted and writhed in pain
against his.
>
> "I'm going to fuck your mouth, Jill," Danny said.
>
> Jill's head was hanging back off the desk and Danny was fucking
her mouth
> and whipping her breasts as Dr. Harry was fucking her and pulling her
hair and
> biting her thighs.
>
> "You can burn her now," Danny said.
>
> "YES..."