4
When the doorbell rang, Avery Childs carefully folded the newspaper he'd
been reading and looked over at his sister. "That will be David now, I expect,"
he said.
Lisa said nothing.
He rose. On his way to the hall to answer the door he paused and looked
her over carefully. He nodded, smiling. "You look fine," he said. "I'm sure
David will be pleased." He went out.
She heard the door open, heard Avery say, "Hello, David. Good to see you
again," and another voice reply, "Avery, how are you?"
"Fine, just fine. Come on in."
"Thanks. I'm really anxious to meet this sister of yours."
"She's right in here. Just waiting."
The two men entered the room. David was light-haired and burly, in
direct contrast to Avery's slim dark elegance. He wore a shaggy mustache and his
eyes were grey and narrow.
"David, this is my sister, Lisa," Avery said.
Lisa was seated in a straight wooden chair. She was secured to the chair
by a rope tied around her waist. Her wrists were tied together behind the
chair's back, her ankles tied separately to each of its front legs.
"Hello, Lisa," David said. He showed no surprise at her circumstances.
His eyes went over her swiftly and thoroughly. "Very nice," he said to Avery.
"Very nice indeed."
"Isn't she?" Avery smiled. "The ropes are not necessary, of course. As I
told you, she's quite pliant. She has to be. But I thought it would be
interesting for you to see her this way."
"Yes, it is," David murmured.
"I thought of having her naked for you... but then I thought I'd leave
that in your hands. And of course the anticipation can be--"
"Yes," David interrupted. "This is fine, for now." He was watching the
bound girl. Her eyes were lowered. She was not happy. Perhaps she was
frightened. Her breasts rose and fell with her uneven breathing. He could make
out the tantalizing shapes of her nipples beneath the cashmere sweater she wore.
A blue skirt covered her shapely legs above the knee. "Perhaps a bit more
leg..." David said.
"Of course." Avery, at his sister's side, reached down and pulled the
skirt up over her thighs. They were good thighs, white and bare and trembling.
"Would you like me to uncover her breasts?" Avery asked.
"No. But I would like her to look at me."
Avery gathered a handful of Lisa's long dark hair and gave it a painful
tug. The pressure brought a loud gasp from her mouth, and pulled her head back
so that she was forced to look up into David's face. She knew better than to
close her eyes.
David looked deep into her eyes. "Very pretty," he said. "A very pretty
girl," he said. And then he said, "How does she scream?"
Avery said, "She screams beautifully."
"I would like to hear her scream," David said.
"That can be arranged," Avery said.
Lisa began to cry.
