8
Lisa's body was drawn tight as a bow.
She was kneeling on the very end of Avery's bed, facing outward into the
room. The wooden bar connecting the bedposts at the foot of the bed was at her
back, just below her shoulder blades. Her arms were drawn back over this bar and
were stretched tight, due to the fact that her bound wrists were attached with
rope to her ankles, which were also bound. This arrangement also caused a strain
on her legs, forcing her thighs back sharply and pulling her lower legs upward,
so that only her knees remained on the bed. Thus her immobilized body was a taut
arch, of which the foremost part, the most prominent and accessible part, was
her outthrust and marvellously curvaceous bosom.
Which was exactly what David had intended.
He stood as few feet in front of her, his eyes resting on those bold
young breasts whose shapes were so gloriously displayed by her position, and by
the wooden bar at her back which pushed her chest forward. Every curve was
outlined by her tightly stretched sweater, and the shapes of the nipples were
clearly revealed beneath the material. The sight was rendered still more
appealing by the exciting rise and fall of the thrusting globes caused by the
girl's rapid, apprehensive breathing.
"Lovely," David murmured. "Just lovely. Look how frightened she is."
Avery, standing to his left, smiled.
"All right," David said. "I think we can unveil them now."
"Right." Avery went to the bed and sat down behind Lisa, in order not to
block his friend's view. He reached around her and began to unbutton her
sweater. Lisa turned her head away, closing her eyes.
"No, Lisa," David said softly. "Look at me. I want to see your face, as
well as your tits."
The girl raised her head and looked at him helplessly as her brother
continued unbuttoning her. When he had finished, he pulled the sweater open and
drew it back over her shoulders.
David smiled into the girl's anguished eyes, then let his own eyes drop
to her naked breasts.
For several moments he said nothing, his gaze devouring the luscious,
sensuous perfection of her exposed and jutting bosom.
"Magnificent," he breathed at last.
"Aren't they, though?" Avery had come around to join him in staring at
his sister's body. He looked now at his friend, moistening his lips. "What are
you going to do to them?" he asked.
David reached into his breast pocket and drew out a small, slim wooden
case. Curious, Avery came closer as his friend opened the hinged lid. Inside,
resting on the velvet lining, were about a dozen thin, sharp needles, each
perhaps two inches long. On one end of each was a tiny ball, making them look
like miniature hatpins. The needles glinted as the light struck them.
Avery caught his breath. He looked from the case to the helpless girl on
the bed. His eyes shone.
"Wicked-looking things, aren't they?" David smiled. "Actually, they're
quite harmless when used properly. Stuck into fatty tissue--such as the
breasts--they do no actual damage, if one is careful to avoid the veins. They
hardly even provoke bleeding. But--" His voice softened. "But they cause the
most terrible pain. Unimaginable pain. Beautiful, screaming pain..."
A sudden gasp of terror came from the bound girl. Her eyes were wide and
staring. "No!" she cried, her voice a strangled moan. "Oh, no. God, no. Please.
Oh god, please, no..."
David shook his head in mock-sadness. "She doesn't learn, does she?" he
said. "Don't you understand, Lisa, that your begging and pleading just make this
all the better for us? I enjoy it almost as much as I'm going to enjoy hearing
you scream for me." He turned to Avery. "I assume the noise won't disturb any
sensitive neighbors or passers-by."
Avery shook his head. "This room is completely soundproofed. She can
scream as loud as she wants to, nobody will hear a thing."
"Good. I'd hate to have to use a gag, although that can be stimulating
sometimes also. But I'm looking forward to enjoying Lisa's beautiful screaming,
unhampered."
A helpless moan came from Lisa. David stepped closer to the tautly bound
body, which now began to tremble all over.
"Look how frightened she is," David murmured again. "Isn't it beautiful?
So helpless, so vulnerable, and so scared... You're really turning me on, Lisa,
darling. Your fright, your helplessness, your sweet naked body... Tell me how
scared you are, Lisa."
Lisa could only moan.
"Yes," David said. He was close enough to touch her now. Carefully, he
selected a needle from the box in his hand, holding it up to the light to
inspect it. Satisfied, he handed the box to Avery to hold. Then, slowly, he
lowered the needle toward the girl's quivering left breast. She tried to shrink
away from it, but the wooden bar at her back gave her no leeway. David brought
the needle in contact with her breast, but for the moment just let it rest
gently on the trembling mound. Holding it firmly by the little ball, he drew the
tip slowly across the soft skin, tracing invisible patterns on the smooth,
luscious flesh, randomly at first, then circling idly around the nipple area,
gradually drawing closer to the pink nubbin, taut and throbbing now with fear.
"How lovely," David said. "The contrast of hard, sharp, merciless steel
against that tender, vulnerable living flesh. How exciting." The tip moved
slowly over the delicate aureole, then touched the nipple, prodded it gently.
Lisa began to make short whimpering sounds in her throat.
David smiled at her. "Yes, Lisa," he said. "Right into the nipple. Right
through the center. All the way in. It's going to hurt, Lisa. It's going to hurt
like hell."
She was panting harshly now, her body straining at the ropes with futile
desperation. "Please," she got out, mewling it. "Please..."
David positioned the tip of the needle at the center of Lisa's nipple.
He paused for a moment, smiling into her terrified eyes. Then, slowly but
firmly, he pushed it in.
