TWO
Joe was showing a real talent for this stuff, Chuck thought admiringly
as he watched his sister crawl painfully across the floor. The other boy had
surprised him. The two previous schoolmates he and Linda had invited over to
share in their special games had been far less eager to engage with any
particular heartiness in the more far-out aspects of those games, the things
that really turned Linda--and himself, too, Chuck admitted--on. They were
enthusiastic enough about having sex with Linda, no problem there, but tended to
be unimaginative and even reluctant when it came to assuming mastery and dishing
out the discipline that drove his sister up the wall and turned her into a
helpless mass of seething desire.
But Joe had no such inhibitions. In fact, once he had gotten over his
initial stunned surprise at the situation he had suddenly found himself in, he
had thrown himself into it with great gusto and enjoyment. And an unexpected
competence.
Chuck recalled the feverish gleam of excitement in his friend's eyes,
the audible rasp of his breath as the two of them had approached his sister's
dangling form. Chuck had stood aside to allow Joe free access to the beautiful
straining body suspended from the stair rail. In front of the naked girl, Joe
stopped. Almost involuntarily, his hand rose and reached out toward the luscious
flesh. Then he checked himself, and glanced over, a bit nervously, at Chuck, as
if for reassurance. Chuck grinned at him and slowly nodded his head. Joe turned
back to look at Linda. Her mouth was slack, her eyes glazed. She was waiting.
Joe hesitated no longer. He raised his hand and placed it on the girl's
thrusting breasts. A small gasp came from him, matched by a similar sound from
Linda. A second later, his left hand came up to cover the other breast.
Chuck could see a definite and growing protuberance in the front of his
friend's trousers as Joe, with a kind of awe, moved his palms over the succulent
mounds of flesh. His sister's nipples, he knew, would be hard as rocks.
After a few moments Joe's hands stopped moving, his fingers closing
around the full, taut globes. Holding her breasts in his hands, he looked into
Linda's glassy eyes. Those eyes focused for a moment, staring back at him.
Something in them made the expression on his face change slowly. The awe
disappeared, was replaced by something quite different. The girl must have read
something in his eyes, too.
"Yes," she whispered. "Hurt me."
Joe began to squeeze.
Slowly, steadily, his fingers tightened on Linda's breasts. A low sound
came from the girl's throat, a sound which grew gradually louder and fuller as
the pressure of his grip increased. Her eyes glazed over again and her head
rolled, but he still watched her face as he continued to squeeze remorselessly.
His fingers dug deeply into the yielding flesh, which bulged up between them as
if trying desperately to escape the inexorable pressure. Still he kept it up,
until his knuckles were white and his hands quivering with the force he was
exerting on her tender bosom.
The sound Linda was making had become a full-throated groan,
interspersed with gasping noises. Her face was twisted with pain and ecstasy.
Now, while Joe still kept squeezing her with all his strength, she moved her
head forward, her mouth wide and eager, blindly and avidly seeking his lips.
Joe met her moaning mouth with his own. Their lips mashed together, and
they kissed savagely. The girl thrust her tongue into his mouth, passionately
straining as if to reach inside him and taste the dark source of her pain. She
continued to moan and gasp as the kiss went on, their lips working as though
they were trying to devour each other; and Joe still did not relax his terrible
grip on her breasts.
Even Chuck had hardly ever seen his sister so wildly aroused. The
continuing pressure seemed to lash her into a frenzy as, hanging from her
wrists, she arched the lower part of her body forward in an attempt to make
contact with the youth who held her. Her legs swung back and forth, scrabbling
for a hold on his, but the rope on her ankles prevented her from getting
purchase.
Curious to see what would happen, Chuck stepped forward and bent down to
untie the hobbling rope. As she felt her legs freed, Linda immediately arched
her torso toward Joe and wrapped her legs tightly around his. At first the boy
was nearly thrown off-balance, but he managed to recover without breaking either
the kiss or his hold on her.
With her legs clasped around his thighs, some of the strain was off the
girl's wrists, but the ropes still held her arms tautly stretched. With her
lower body pressed tightly to that of the boy, she squirmed and writhed and
twisted against him. Both of them were getting so worked up that Chuck could
hear their panting breath whistling in their nostrils. He knew his sister well
enough to realize that she was not far from orgasm, and it looked as though her
gyrations were rapidly bringing Joe toward his own point of climax.
Chuck watched for another few moments, then decided it was time to take
a hand. "Okay, kids," he said, stepping toward them. "Break it up."
Neither Joe nor Linda showed any signs of having heard him. Chuck raised
a hand to his sister's long blonde hair and, gathering a fistful, slowly but
firmly pulled on it until her head was forced backwards, away from Joe's. With
his other hand he grasped one of Joe's wrists and twisted it with his football
player's strength so that the other boy relinquished his hold on Linda's
breasts. Chuck then shoved him hard enough to separate the two bodies. Joe
stumbled halfway across the room, cursing. Linda dropped back into her dangling
position with a cry of pain and frustration.
"Goddammit!" Joe yelled at Chuck, rubbing at his wrist. "What the hell
are you doing? What the fuck's going on here, anyway?"
"Relax, buddy." Chuck grinned at him. "Sorry I had to be a little rough,
but the two of you were getting kind of carried away there, and I just wanted to
make things last longer." He looked at his sister. Linda was moaning and
panting. On her heaving breasts, the marks left by Joe's fingers could be
plainly seen. Her nipples were pointing straight out in throbbing erection.
"See," Chuck went on, "it's better for Linda if she doesn't get off too
quickly. Know why? Because the frustration makes her suffer more--and the more
she suffers the better she likes it. You dig me?"
"Chuck," the girl groaned hoarsely. "Oh Chuck, please..."
Joe, recovering his breath and his temper, nodded slowly. "Yeah," he
acknowledged. "That makes sense, I guess." He regarded Chuck with a knowing
gaze. "And the more she suffers the better you like it, too, right?" he said
slyly.
Chuck shrugged. "Sure. And from your reactions, I wouldn't say it
exactly turned you off either, old buddy."
The two friends grinned at each other, silently acknowledging the mutual
darkness inside them.
Joe turned his eyes to the bound girl. "What happens now?" he inquired.
"Chuck..." Linda moaned again.
"Know what she wants?" Chuck asked Joe.
"I'd say she wants to be fucked," Joe said. "And goddam, I'm ready to
oblige!"
"Not yet." Chuck, standing near his sister, placed a hand lightly on her
breast and tweaked the straining nipple between two fingers. She whimpered. "She
wants something else first."
"What?"
"She wants to be whipped."
Joe's mouth opened, but nothing came out. He stared.
"Don't you, Linda?" Chuck murmured.
The girl turned her face to him. Her blue eyes were soft and melting.
"Oh yes...yes, Chuck...please...."
"Would you like to whip her, Joe?"
Joe swallowed. "Yeah," he said in a choked voice; then more strongly:
"Hell, yeah!"
"All right, Linda," Chuck said. "If you want to be whipped, you'll have
to ask Joe to do it. Ask him nice, now."
Linda turned her lovely pleading eyes to the other boy. "Please, Joe,"
she moaned in a strained, breathy voice. "Please whip me. Whip me hard. Please,
oh please....Joe, please...please do it...oh god, please...."
Joe stood motionless, absorbing the spectacle of this beautiful naked
girl, her voluptuous body stretched and helpless, the cruel marks of his fingers
still imprinted on her breasts, begging him to hurt her even more.
"Maybe he needs encouraging," Chuck urged. "Tell him what you'll do for
him." His eyes were sparkling with enjoyment.
"Anything," Linda panted. "I'll do anything, Joe....Anything you
want....You can have me....I'll be your slave....Please...."
"Tell him what a great lay you are," Chuck ordered.
"I am...I'll be so good, Joe....I'll be the best you ever had....I swear
it....I'll suck you, Joe....Chuck says I'm great with my mouth....It's yours,
Joe....My whole body is yours.... Please whip me...Do it now....Please,
PLEASE...NOW...."
The bulge in Joe's pants had grown till it now threatened to burst
through the material. "Why don't you take your clothes off, buddy?" Chuck said.
"Might as well be comfortable. That's what I'm going to do." And he began to
strip off his clothing.
But Joe still did not move. "What--what will I whip her with?" he
stammered.
"Use your belt," the other boy answered. "We don't have a real whip. But
a belt does just fine if you use it hard enough."
Joe nodded. He unfastened his belt buckle and pulled the belt slowly out
of his trousers. Linda made a small sound, like an eager puppy.
"Looks like you get your wish, Sis," Chuck said. "Here, let me set her
up for you, buddy." Naked now, he reached for his sister and turned her around
so that her back was toward them. He then grasped one of her ankles and pulled
her leg out to the side, forcing it upward and outward until it was almost
perpendicular to her body, and he was able to tie the ankle to one of the
vertical stair rails. He did the same with the other leg, so that Linda hung in
a wide-open inverted Y. Her very shapely legs were stretched so tightly that the
strain made her thighs tremble. Linda groaned in pleasurable pain at the
increased restraint. Her body was pressed up against the stair rails, her
surging breasts bulging through them. Her beautifully rounded buttocks seemed to
thrust outward, flexing involuntarily under the rigor of her bondage.
"There you are, Joe," Chuck grinned. "A perfect target." He patted his
sister's inviting ass, then stood aside. The gleam in his eyes was stronger as
he gazed on the helpless, twitching, moaning girl, and his formidable cock was
standing at full erection. "Go ahead, buddy. Let her have it."
Joe licked his lips. He was as eager as Chuck, but less experienced, and
he held the belt a bit awkwardly. He took a breath, stepped forward and swung at
his lovely target, but the blow was badly aimed and without much force, and the
belt glanced lightly off Linda's right hip. The girl made a little sound, more
of frustration than pain.
Chuck shook his head. "You need practice, friend. Here, let me show you
how to do it." He held out his hand for the belt, and somewhat reluctantly Joe
relinquished it to him and stepped back as Chuck took his place.
This time Chuck did not double the strap, as he had before. he held it
firmly by the buckle and let the length of it dangle to the floor as he took his
stance, feet apart, body turned at just the proper angle for maximum impact. He
drew the belt back, carefully eyeing his squirming objective; then swiftly
raised his arm and brought it forward with all his strength. The belt whistled
through the air, and landed with a loud, savage crack across the center of
Linda's buttocks.
The girl gave a loud cry, and her entire body jerked sharply, thrusting
itself hard against the stair rails. Her ass writhed. There was a red mark
across it where the belt had struck. Linda's head fell back, as though her neck
was too weak to support it; but the expression on her face was sheer ecstasy.
"More," she panted. "More..."
Chuck started to raise the belt again, but Joe stepped forward to stop
him. The sight of the girl actually being whipped had evidently had a
galvanizing effect on him. He seemed sure and confident now as he took the belt
back from Chuck.
"Okay, I get the idea," he said. "Let me now."
Chuck stood aside, grinning.
Joe had learned fast. He eagerly hefted the strap and swung, smashing it
across Linda's buttocks with at least as much force as the blow Chuck had
delivered. Her shriek was louder this time, and her body again heaved in its
bonds.
"Good boy," Chuck said softly. He gently, almost unconsciously caressed
his erect prick. "Give it to her again."
Joe had a different idea. "Chuck," he gritted, "get her hair out of the
way."
Chuck looked at him in surprise for a moment, then turned back to the
panting, writhing girl. At first he hesitated; then, with a half-shrug, he
stepped toward his sister. He gathered the long, straight blonde hair that hung
down nearly to her waist and drew it aside and over her shoulder, leaving
exposed the lovely expanse of her bare, tautly stretched back.
Joe licked his lips. He lifted the belt; his arm swung back, then
swiftly forward; and the strap cracked fiercely across Linda's back, just below
the shoulder blades.
She screamed. Her breasts bounced with the force of the blow and
squeezed themselves further between the stair rails as her body jerked away from
the pain.
The boy with the belt was breathing hard. He paused, as if to see
whether the girl, or her brother, would object or stop him. But there was no
protest. Chuck was stroking his cock again, and Linda was groaning softly. And
waiting.
He brought his arm back. The belt smashed again into the girl's back, a
bit lower this time, and again she screamed loudly. Chuck was thankful that they
did not have nosy neighbors.
Joe did not hesitate any more. Four more times, five, six, the belt
whistled with all the force of his arm and smacked without mercy against the
smooth flesh of the bound girl's back. With each blow Linda's cries and groans
increased in volume, and her body writhed more violently. Chuck could see that
the whipping was bringing his sister to the point of orgasm. She was twisting
and squirming with passion as well as pain, and rubbing the front of her body
hard against the rails.
Chuck, still fondling his throbbing erection, watched carefully as Joe
delivered yet another blow acorss his sister's back, by now striped with red
welts. He still wanted to deny Linda her climax; and it seemed that the last
blow had pushed her almost to the brink. She was gasping and whimpering as she
wriggled her buttocks in a frustrated attempt to rub one of the wooden rails
against her crotch.
"Okay, Joe," Chuck said sharply. "That's enough."
A pitiful cry came from the girl. "No!" she pleaded breathlessly, still
grinding herself frantically against the stairway. "One more. Just one more.
Please...just one...."
"Nope." Her brother was firm. "You know the rules, Sis. You don't come
until you have a nice big cock stuffed up inside you. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Ohhh...yes...yes, Chuck...do it...god...do it to me now!"
"Well, I think Joe here should get first crack, don't you? He's been
working so hard and all..."
"Anybody!" Linda shrieked. "Do it! Fuck me!"
"Joe? You want to fuck her now? You can do it just as she is--it's a
perfect position."
Joe, sweating a bit from his exertions, hesitated a moment; then he
shook his head. "No," he replied hoarsely. "Not that way. Take her down."
"Anything you say, buddy." Chuck quickly untied the ropes holding
Linda's ankles, then took out his pocket knife and cut through the rope that led
from her bound wrists to the banister; but he left her hands tied. He held her
as he took her down, but when he let her go, Linda's cramped and stiffened legs
would not support her, and she crumpled to the floor.
Meanwhile Joe had been hastily removing his clothing. Naked now, his
body was thin and unprepossessing, especially in contrast with Chuck's muscled
hardness. His cock, while not quite as large as Chuck's, was equally erect and
rigid.
"Okay, pal," Chuck grinned. "Here she is. Come and get it."
"No," Joe said again. With great deliberation, he walked to a chair on
the far side of the room and sat down. "I want her to come to me," he said
firmly. "And I want her to do what she said. With her mouth. I want her to get
her ass over here and suck me off."
Joe's words and the tone of command in his voice surprised Chuck, but
they had a different effect on Linda, who was lying in a twitching, gasping heap
on the floor. She raised her head slowly and looked over at him, a beatific
expression on her face. Her eyes gazed meltingly, almost adoringly, into his.
Joe looked back at her steadily. "I'm waiting," he said.
"Yes," Linda whispered. And then, with her hands still tied in front of
her and her legs stiff and awkward, she began slowly and painfully to drag her
bruised body across the floor, toward the boy who waited for her.
