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..."
