PERSUASION
by V.P. Viddler
"You don't have to tell the cops, Justin. You don't have to tell
anybody."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean just forget about it all, okay?"
"Why should I?"
"You won't be sorry, Justin."
"What?"
"I said you won't be sorry. I'll make it worth your while."
"You will?"
"I will."
"How?"
"You know how."
"Look, I --"
"What, Justin? Don't you like me?"
"I do. But --"
"Don't you want me?"
"Wait --"
"Don't you, Justin?"
"I -- yes. But."
"No, no buts. No ifs, ands or buts. You do. You want me. And you can have
me, Justin."
"What are you saying?"
"You know exactly what I'm saying. I don't want you to call any cops,
okay? That's not hard to understand. And I'm willing to trade for that. Okay?
What I have to trade. My body."
"You --"
"What? You like my body, don't you, Justin?"
"You bitch."
"I may be a bitch but you like my body. I know that. You like to look at
it all the time. Right?"
"Yes."
"That's right. And you want it, right? You want my body?"
"Yes."
"Well, you can have it, Justin. It's yours, okay? Right now. Any way you
want it."
"No."
"What?"
"No."
"You don't mean that, Justin. I know you want this body. I'll give myself
to you, Justin. Any way at all."
"I can't do that."
"Why not? You don't want me to go to jail, do you? I won't ge any good to
you in jail. But this way I'll be yours, Justin. Listen. Not just now. Any
time. Okay? Any time you want me, Justin, I'll do it for you. Any time you say,
anything you want. Think about that. Think about it. I'll be yours, I'll belong
to you, this body will be all yours."
"Christ, but you're a bitch."
"Justin, I'll be so good to you. I promise you. Do you want to look at
me? Right now? Do you? I'll strip for you, Justin. I'll stand here right now
and take all my clothes off. Would you like that? Think of how I'll look
naked."
"Damn it, no!"
"Or would you rather strip me yourself?"
"Stop this."
"Think about it, Justin. Think about taking me. Think about lying on top
of me, all naked, and being inside my body and doing it to me. All you want."
"I'm calling the cops."
"Justin -- wait. Please. What do you want? Anything you want. Do you want
my mouth? I'm so good with my mouth. You just can't imagine what I can do with
it. It's yours, Justin. I'll use it on you as much as you want. I'll be
fantastic. Fabulous. I'll suck you for hours, Justin. Hours. I'll make you
scream with pleasure, Justin, I guarantee it. All you want. Any time you say.
I'll do anything for you, Justin. I swear it. Anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything. Anything at all. What do you want?"
"Bitch. You're such a bitch. Aren't you?"
"I --"
"Tell me."
"Yes. I'm a bitch, Justin."
"Bitch."
"Oh. I -- oh. I think I --"
"I'm calling the cops."
"No. No, wait. Wait, Justin. I know what you want. I know what you'd like
to do. You want to hurt me."
"No."
"Yes. You'd like that."
"I'm calling --"
"Wait. Please, Justin, please wait. Listen. Okay? Just listen. You can do
it, Justin. You can hurt me."
"I --"
"Yes. Yes. Think about it. You can do anything to me."
"I --"
"Anything. Think of it. Hurting me. Hurting my body. That turns you on,
doesn't it, Justin? Would you like to hurt me, Justin? Would you?"
"I -- I don't think --"
"Hurting me. You can, Justin. You can. Look at this body. Okay? Think how
it would feel to hurt it. Would you like to whip it, Justin? You can. I don't
want to go to prison, Justin. I'll let you do anything to me. Think what you
can do. Think about tying me down so I can't move, can't do anything. And
whipping me. Whipping me hard. So hard. Until I scream. I'll scream for you,
Justin. You can make me scream all you want. Scream and cry and howl. Think
about that. Think about how I'll look, all naked and stretched out for you,
squirming and writhing and twisting for you while you whip my body until you
can't do it any more."
"Oh Christ, you filty bitch, oh Jesus."
"That gets you hot, right, Justin? Do it. Do it to me right now. I'll do
anything. Shall I strip for you? Or do you want to rip my clothing off me? Tie
me up and rip it all off?"
"Filthy dirty bitch."
"Yes. I'm a filthy dirty bitch. You can be angry at me all you want.
Would you like to hit me? All right. Anything. I'm yours, Justin. Hit me if you
want to. Go on. Hit me! Knock me down. Think about how I'd look, down on the
floor, crouching there, gasping, groaning. Will you make me crawl? Do you want
me to crawl for you? I will. I will, I will, I'll crawl for you on my hands and
knees, I'll crawl on my stomach if you want. I'll crawl as much as you like.
I'll strip for you as I crawl, if that's what you want."
"I want -- I want it."
"Yes. Think about it all, Justin. Anything you want. Think about whipping
me as I suck you. Oh yes. Think about how that whip will sound on my skin, and
how I'll scream with your cock in my mouth. I'll scream and scream, and you'll
shoot it in my mouth and make me swallow it, and I will, I will, Justin, I'll
swallow it all, screaming and crying and choking on it, but I'll swallow it
all."
"What about --"
"What? Oh. Your cigarettes. All right. All right, Justin. You'll have to
tie me down real tight, so I can't squirm away. Think about how I'll hurt. I
may not be able to stand it, but I won't have any choice, will I? Think about
it. About burning me. Burning my skin. Burning my thighs. High up on my thighs.
And burning my breasts. Yes. My nipples. I'll scream for you then, all right.
I'll twist and squirm and thrash and probably beg you to stop. Please, I'll
cry, please don't, Justin, please stop, no more, please please -- But you'll
just grin at me and do it again. Again and again. And then you'll do it to me,
without untying me or anything, just get on top of my pain-filled body and do
it hard. I'll be in such agony, Justin. Think about that. Taking my aching,
hurting, writhing body. That's what you want, isn't it, Justin? You can do it.
Do it all. Any time. All right?"
"I don't know."
"Why? God, why?"
"Sit down."
"All right. Oh. Oh yes. All right. Tie me. It's tight. It's so tight. I
can't move this way. Hands so tight in back of the chair. My legs against the
rungs. I can't do a thing. all right? What now, Justin. No. Don't call. Look at
me. All helpless. All yours, Justin. Touch me. Go on. Yes. Touch me. Anyplace.
Now. What do you want to do?"
"I should just turn you in."
"I know that, you know that. But you don't want to. Why should you, when
you have me this way?"
"You are one damn witch."
"Justin. Strip me. Come on. Rip this blouse off. Rip it. You can hurt me
right now, right here. Or take me. Think about taking my tied up body,
wriggling against you, squirming, kicking, while you rape me, Justin. Rape me.
I'll scream for you. Think about it. Look at my legs, Justin. I have good legs.
You want to see more of them? Push my skirt up. You can. I can't stop you. All
the way up. Or rip it off. Look at those long, pretty legs. I know you'd like
to hurt them. Think how you can make them kick in pain. Think of having them
curled around your body as I thrash in agony."
"I'm calling."
"No."
"Not cops."
"Who?"
"Al."
"Al? Why?"
"To show you to him."
"No."
"Al or the cops. Which?"
"Justin --"
"Al or the cops. Which."
"Al. Al will love it, won't he?"
"Yes."
"Show me to him. Do it. Let Al in on it. Right? I'll do it all for him
too. I'll crawl and I'll suck and I'll scream for Al. Al will hurt me. Al will
just adore hurting me. You can strip me for him. You'll both whip me. I'll be
yours always, crawling for you always. Screaming and sucking and twisting. Call
him."
"Kiss me. Kiss my mouth."
"I'm your slave sister..."
