Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 1 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                        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..." 
Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 2 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                        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... 


Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 3 
Keywords:  (mf, inc, pain, bondage etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                         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... 
Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 4 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi


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                        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... 
Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 5
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                 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 playh 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..."

   

