WHEN DAWN BREAKS
By V.P. Viddler
Part 1
"Want to see Dawn lose control?" I said to Rob. "It's such a beautiful sight."
Dawn shook her head, her eyes begging. Dawn was sitting in a chair, with her
arms tied behind her around the back, a rope lashing her wrists together and
securing them to the chair. Dawn was clothed, but her shirt was unbuttoned, the
inner bulges of her breasts showing. And her skirt was shoved up to the tops of
her thighs. To the bottom of her panties. And Dawn's legs were bare. Except for
the two ropes. One rope was wrapped tightly around her ankles, holding them fast
together and also binding them to the lower rung of the chair. The other rope
was wrapped tightly around her legs, just above the knees. Both ropes were
lashed so tightly that Dawn's flesh bulged around them, above and below them.
And Dawn's bare legs, bound that way, captive and helpless, made my blood boil
with lust. So beautiful. So bare and bound and curvy. So luscious. Such
sculpted, molded, shapely, delicious calves. Such defenseless, smooth, long,
gorgeous, mouth-watering, savory, beckoning thighs. Such flesh, such skin
bulging around the ropes, such bound, unmoving, squirming legs.
I couldn't do anything but look at them, watch them, want them. Touch them. With
Dawn sobbing and squirming in that chair.
Touching all of them. Hands sliding. With Dawn crying and twisting and begging
and pleading. For me to stop.
Until Dawn lost control.
Dawn didn't want to. Dawn fought against it, always. She hated doing it, hated
herself for it, almost died with humiliation and shame. But couldn't stop it,
couldn't hold it back, and would have killed herself rather than have me see her
in such a state. Loving it, I would watch as Dawn lost it, struggled frantically
to hold back, couldn't control it as it took over her body, and I would watch,
gazing at her lovely distorted face, twisting, glazing, turning crazy with
passion, with need, with strain, with shame, with helplessness. Gasping.
Shaking. Crying. "No. No. God no, I don't want to, no, please god no..." And
begging for mercy even as she was beginning to beg for satisfaction.
Which Dawn did finally, in spite of herself and her awful burning horror and
shame. "Do it do it oh please stop no do it Christ do it to me I can't stand it
please oh god please don't stop I can't oh yes no yes yes please yes no no don't
oh give it to me do it no please oh please oh dear god I can't I can't please
more for god's sake please," and on and on and I would watch as her body twisted
and writhed and Dawn tried even now to turn away so I wouldn't see that gasping
mouth, that straining face, but I would watch it all. Thrashing legs, arching
torso, rolling breasts.
So now, watching Dawn's bound and curving legs, I said to Rob: "Want to see Dawn
lose control?"
"No," Dawn begged, shaking her head, her long dark hair moving. "No. Please,
Jim. Not that, please."
And Dawn went on pleading as I ran my hands up and down those soft, curving,
bound legs, calves, thighs, up and down, back and forth, and I told Rob to touch
those high, full breasts.
Dawn writhed and twisted in that sturdy chair as Rob did that, rubbing her first
outside her shirt, and then sliding his hands inside that open shirt and
rubbing, squeezing, caressing those luscious bosoms, and Dawn fought it as hard
as she could, fought with all her might not to give in to it, but at last it was
no use and our sobbing, pleading girl was losing control and Rob and I watched
that face, stroked that body, listened to that sound of mingled horror and
wanting as Dawn begged us to do it to her, begging, crying, twisting until she
upset that chair and sprawled on the floor, bound and luscious, and I cut her
legs loose and took took took took...
Part 2
"I hate you," Dawn said.
She was lying on my bed, spread-eagled, tightly stretched, wrists and ankles
roped to the four corner bedposts. Body taut.
Arms and legs taut. Long dark hair loose. Not naked. Black shirt pulled open,
showing most of her breasts. Blue skirt pulled high up over her thighs.
Outspread legs bare. Dawn's legs. Fantastic.
I wish I could explain about Dawn's legs, Dawn's calves, Dawn's thighs. I can't.
"I know," I said. "I know you do, darling Dawn. Now tell me what you want me to
do to you."
"No," Dawn said.
"Go on," I said. "Tell me. You know you will. You know how you want it."
"Don't," Dawn said. "Please. Bastard."
"Tell me," I said. I was touching her. Lightly. Touching.
"Don't," Dawn said. Panting. Writhing. "Stop," Dawn said.
I didn't stop. "Tell me what you want me to do to you,
Dawn," I said.
"I want it," Dawn said, crying. "I want you to fuck me. I want it. I want you to
take me. Please. Do it to me now. I want it, I need it, oh Jesus I hate you you
bastard you filth you cocksuciking son of a bitch now please do it now please I
want it damn you I have to have it plese do it please do it fuck it I'll do
anything you say, please, please, please, please, don't no please oh Jesus you
dirty fuck please don't no yes do it I want it oh oh oh oh oh I'll kill you
please god please I'm begging now, yes, I'm begging, what do you want, I can't
stand it, please."
"What about Rob?" I said. "Don't you want him to fuck you too?"
"No! Yes! Damn you! Him too, anything."
"How about Danny?" I said.
Dawn looked at me, sobbing. "You can't," Dawn said.
"Yes," I said.
"I won't," Dawn said.
"Okay," I said. "I'll just have to talk you into it." And I did some things to
her. Loving things. Painful things. Until Dawn said, "All right I will yes Danny
too yes I will yes please stop now," and I said, "Tell me to bring Danny in,"
and Dawn said,
"God god I can't do this."
"Tell me to bring him in," I said. "So Danny can watch you this way."
"Oh Jesus god have mercy," Dawn said.
"Watch you this way. And hear you beg for him to fuck you.
Begging Danny to do anything he wants with your body. Right, Dawn darling?"
Dawn was crying.
"Tell me," I said.
"Bring him," Dawn screamed. "Bring him. I'll do it, I'll do it, yes okay, let
him fuck me, I'll do it for all of you, all of you. Bring him!"
"Will you tell him that you want to suck his cock?" I said.
"Take his cock into your mouth and suck him off? On your knees?
Will you crawl for him and kiss his feet and tell him you are his toy, his
plaything, his submissive and cock-sucking slave sister?
Will you, Dawn?" Touching her. Doing things to her. Loving things. Painful
things. Dawn writhing and twisting. Rob touching her too. Her round, rolling
breasts. Her tightly pinioned torso.
And her unbelievably sexy, long, curvy, shapely, fantastic, fabulous, salacious,
mouth-watering, helpless, outspread, defenseless, luscious, gorgeous, sensuous,
arousing, mind- boggling, soft, smooth, erotic legs.
Dawn screamed and screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll do it,
I swear, I promise, I'll do it all, I'll do it, I can't, please no please no
please yes oh Jesus yes I want you I want you all of you I'll crawl let me go."
"No," I said. "I love you this way, all tied up, hurting, screaming, helpless,
squirming. I want you this way forever."
Rob was rubbing his cock on Dawn's face, putting it between her pretty young
lips and then coming all over her face and her hair.
"Get Danny in," I said.
Danny was so anxious to fuck his sister that he simply raped her before I could
make her say anything, but afterwards Dawn spent a full hour with his cock in
her mouth, crying, as she told him how it was. Danny and Rob and I had Dawn all
the ways we could think of as Dawn screamed. "No no yes do it no stop please no
yes oh please please..."
