14
Avery lay stark naked on the bed, his erect, throbbing cock standing
straight up. David was standing a few feet away, looking down on Lisa kissing
his feet. He had untied the rope binding her ankles, but her wrists were still
lashed in back of her. The needles were still buried in her nipples. She was
crouched on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, kissing and licking his bare feet
in a desperate, frenetic efffort to persuade him to release her from her
torment.
"Come on, David," Avery said. "I want her again."
"Poor Lisa wants her needles taken out," David said. "You want to take
them out for her?"
"I'd rather put some in her," Avery said.
"Oh, no," David said. "Only I can do that."
"Are you going to?"
"Yes."
Lisa screamed, her eyes wild with horror. "NO! NO!"
"Don't worry, Lisa, I'll take those out first," David said. "Or Avery
will. Avery wants you now, Lisa. I think you better get up there and fuck him."
"Please..." the girl moaned. "Oh god please, don't do it again, please,
I'll do anything..."
David sighed. "I enjoy your pleading, Lisa, but this is getting a little
tiresome. And I don't like being disobeyed. I told you to get on the bed and
fuck Avery. Unless you want to start looking like a pincushion, you'd better do
it."
The sobbing girl struggled to her feet. She had some trouble doing so,
since she was unable to use her hands, and every movement of her body added to
the inescapable pain in her breasts. David did not help her up. Neither man
helped her as she climbed awkwardly onto the bed next to her brother.
"This is going to be fun," Avery said. "Just get on top of me, Sis.
You're going to do all the work. Here, let me help you." He helped her by
clamping his hands over her breasts and pulling at them, his fingers digging
hard into the flesh and his palms pressing cruelly against the needle tips where
they protruded from her nipples. Shrieking out her torment, the bound girl moved
as he directed, straddling his body. Avery released one breast to reach down and
adjust his cock.
"Okay, Sis," he said. "Get right down on it now. All the way down."
When she had taken him all the way inside her and was sitting astride
him, Avery let go the other breast also. For a moment he just lay there,
grinning up at her. She was crying less frantically now, but her eyes were
glazed with pain, and every breath from her panting mouth was a hoarse,
unearthly groan of inexpressible suffering.
"Those things look real good on you, Sis," Avery said. He raised a hand
again toward her breast, and Lisa flinched. "Stay still, Lisa," he said, and
putting thumb and forefinger together, he snapped hard with his fingernail
against one of the needle heads. The girl screeched, and he did it again.
"Now fuck me, Lisa," he said. "Fuck me good and hard. I want to see
those titties bounce. Go on, that's it. Faster, Lisa. Oh yeah..."
Lisa's breasts indeed bounced up and down as she obeyed her brother's
commands. Her bound, useless hands strained futilely at her bonds, her fingers
clutching at nothing. Her shapely thighs pumped, her body rose and fell, and her
breasts, impaled by the agonizinag needles, rolled and jiggled and jounced and
bobbed, until she was again yelling and howling, her whole body twisting with
pain, which only added to her brother's pleasure. Only the fact that she had so
recently sucked him dry prevented him from shooting everything he had into that
deliciously squirming body.
Lisa was forced to pause at last, exhausted by pain and exertion. Avery
slapped at her breast to encourage her to continue, but David spoke up. "Let her
rest for a moment, Avery," he said. "Why don't you pull those things out of her
now? You should enjoy that. If you do it slowly, they'll be nearly as painful
coming out as they were going in."
"Not yet," Avery said, as his sister moaned with despair. "Not just yet,
David. Come here, Sis." Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of Lisa's dark hair
and pulled hard, bringing her body down atop his. Lisa screeched loudly as her
breasts were crushed against his chest. Her body writhed frantically on top of
him. Avery's cock was still inside her, and he groaned at the ecstasy of it.
"Kiss me, Lisa," he grated, and still clutching her hair he turned her
squalling, gasping mouth to his and jammed his lips against it. He held her
there for a long moment, relishing the squirming friction of her cunt, the
writhing torso, the tortured breasts mashed against him, her twisting lips as
she cried and yelled and panted into his mouth. He held her that way until he
felt on the verge of climax again, and then let her go.
"Now," he said when she was sitting astride him again, struggling for
breath, and his pussy-sheathed pole, while still stiff and throbbing, was no
longer poised to explode. "Now I'll take them out of her."
"Slowly," David said.
"Of course," Avery said. "We don't want her to enjoy it, do we?" As he
brought his hands to her nipples, Lisa bit at her lip, torn between the
desperate desire to be rid of her present agony, and fear of further pain. Avery
pulled the needles out one at a time, as slowly as he could, turning them in his
fingers as he did so, while Lisa shook and shrieked and twisted on his cock.
Lisa's relief was short-lived.
"Give them to me," David said, stretching out his hand for the needles.
Avery did so. "Now," David said, "if you'll position her the way you had her
before, Avery, we'll see what else we can do with them."
Lisa's face contorted with fear and horror. "NO!~ she shrieked. "No
more! You can't! No!!"
"Can't I, Lisa?" David said.
"Do it," Avery said, reaching up once more to grasp his sister's hair
tightly, and pulling her down on top of him. David was standing behind her, and
now he sat down on the bed, his eyes on Lisa's round, shapely buttocks, which in
her present position stuck up and out enticingly, the skin taut over the
luscious curves.
David reached out to touch them. "Beautiful ass," he said softly. "So
firm. So tender. So vulnerable."
"NO!" Lisa yelled. "No, please, don't, oh god oh jesus for god's sake
don't, please I can't--no, no, I'll do anything, no--"
David was running the tips of the needles lightly over the curving
flesh, as if searching for the ideal spot. He paused finally, needles poised,
one in the exact center of each quivering cheek.
"Right here, I think," he murmured.
Lisa made a great, desperate effort to speak calmly, to make herself
understood. "David, please," she panted, her voice quivering badly. "Listen,
please, I'm begging you, I can't stand it, please don't, I'll do anything you
want, anything you say, for god's sake, please..."
"Lisa," David said.
"Yes."
"You'll do anything I want anyway. Whether I put these needles in you or
not. You have no choice. Isn't that right, Lisa? Be logical. I can hurt you all
I want, and you're still going to do what I say. Isn't that right, Lisa?"
"Oh, god..."
"Answer me, Lisa."
"Yes..."
"Of course," David said, and he pushed the needles into her buttocks,
slowly but firmly, both at once, and Lisa went crazy with the pain. Her screams
seemed to shake the walls; she squalled and howled and flailed her body wildly
against Avery, who at last could not hold out any longer, and who gave a great
cry of his own as he spurted explosively over and over again inside his sister's
bucking, jerking, agony-wracked body.
