SEVEN
They had found a way.
Jane's father, a widower, had converted the basement of their house into
a large paneled den, game room and what-have-you, complete with billiard table,
ping-pong table, and a small bar. He also kept his painting equipment there. He
was an artist, but his painting was confined to his off-hours; he worked in the
art department of a local advertising agency.
In this setting, Chuck and Joe decided, Jane's seduction of her brother
would take place.
What made it particularly ideal for their purposes was that there was a
small bathroom adjoining the game room, separated from it only by a thin wall--a
partition, really. They had spent part of an afternoon drilling two very small
holes into this partition at eye-level. The holes were barely noticeable except
under close inspection; but by putting an eye to them while standing in the
bathroom, the boys could see a good portion of the main room--a portion which
included the sofa which Jane had been instructed to make the locale of the
action.
They stood at their places now. Jane was with them. She was wearing the
same outfit Joe had given her at his house--the tight sweater and the short
skirt. With nothing beneath. She was very pale. Her sharply outlined breasts
strained the material of the sweater with her apprehensive breathing. From time
to time she glanced pleadingly at Chuck. Chuck ignored her.
They were waiting for her brother to come in.
"Where the hell is he?" Joe said irritably.
"He'll be here any minute," Chuck said. "Jane said he told her he was
just going to the store. Right, Jane?"
Jane nodded jerkily.
"But what if--" Joe began; but he stopped when they heard the sound of
the front door opening upstairs. They listened. The door closed. They heard
footsteps moving around over their heads.
"It's him, right?" Chuck whispered.
The girl nodded again.
Chuck waited until the footsteps stopped, to see if perhaps Jane's
brother would come down to the basement on his own; but it sounded as though he
had settled down somewhere upstairs.
"Okay," he said to Jane. "Go ahead."
Jane swallowed hard. She was trembling. But she knew what she had to do.
She turned and walked out into the main room of the basement. She went to the
bottom of the stairway leading upstairs, and called out.
"Paul?" Her voice sounded strange.
Her brother's voice answered. "Yeah?"
"Can--can you come down here a minute? Please?"
"Okay."
The girl walked back to the center of the room. Near the couch. Where
she knew she was in full view of the watching boys. She stood there, waiting,
trying to keep herself from shaking.
In a minute there was the sound of someone coming down the stairs. "Hi,
Jane," Paul's voice said. "What's up?"
He came into the boys' view now. He was about twenty, tall and thin,
with long sandy hair. He had a studious air about him, and, like his sister, he
wore glasses. He was, it seemed to Chuck, definitely struck by the
unaccustomedly sexy outfit Jane was wearing, but trying not to show it too
obviously.
"Hi," Jane said nervously. She started to say something more, but had to
swallow a gulp in her throat.
Paul looked at her face more closly. "Hey, what is it?" he asked.
"Something wrong? You look strange."
The girl gulped again. "Paul," she began. "Do you...do you think
I'm...um...attractive?"
He frowned puzzledly. "What? Well--well, sure. I mean--you know, yeah.
Sure." He shrugged. "What's this all about?"
She took a deep breath. "Do you think I'm--sexy?"
Paul stared, then gave a little laugh, trying to pass it off lightly.
"Sure. Sure I do. Especially in that--those things you've got on now. I mean
they're kind of--small for you, aren't they?"
"I could...take them off," Jane said. Her voice shook just a little.
Paul's mouth opened, then closed again. He looked stupefied. "What?" he
said finally, as though he hadn't heard properly.
"Would you like me to?" Jane said.
It was her brother who gulped this time. "Jane," he said hoarsely. "What
the hell...what are you doing?"
Chuck could sense the white-faced girl gathering her determination for
the next statement.
"Paul," she forced out, "I want you to fuck me."
The young man stood stock still, staring at her in disbelief. Chuck and
Joe watched tensely. They felt that this was the decisive moment. If Paul was
shocked into running away now, their scheme was a failure.
Paul's mouth moved, but nothing came out for a moment. "Jesus Christ,"
he managed finally. He said it again. "Jesus Christ, Jane. You--you're my
SISTER!"
It sounded just like what Jane had said to him about Linda, Chuck
reflected.
"I don't care," Jane said.
She did care, Chuck knew. She cared terribly. But she was doing what she
had to do.
"Jane...my god...we can't..."
Jane didn't say anything more. She crossed her arms in front of her,
grasped the bottom of the tight sweater and pulled it off over her head.
Her face was no longer pale; it had turned a flaming red. But she stood
there and let him look at her.
"Oh my god," Paul said weakly.
Jane dropped the sweater on the floor. Her glasses had been pulled off
with it and were still entagled in the material, but she did not attempt to
retrieve them. Her hands went to the button of the skirt.
"Jane," her brother protested half-heartedly. "Jane, wait--"
The skirt fell around her feet.
"Oh god," he whispered again.
Naked now, she stood for a moment while he took her in. Then she stepped
toward him. She began to unbutton his shirt.
He was twitching, as though he wanted to run away but couldn't. "Jane,"
he groaned. "We can't....Jane, listen... Jane..."
And then he grabbed her.
A hoarse cry of lust escaped his throat as he crushed her naked body
against him. Blindly he sought her mouth with his. Like a dutiful slave, she
kissed him back, opening her mouth to allow his eager tongue inside, matching
his thrusts with her own tongue when she sensed that was what he wanted,
pressing herself tightly against him from head to toe as his hands wandered
searchingly over her body.
At last he released her, stepping back a bit so he could touch her
breasts, cup them in his hands. Once again she began undoing his clothing, and
now he helped her, feverishly pulling at his garments until he was naked too.
She pulled him toward the couch. Good girl, Chuck thought. Ever
obedient. She lay down on the couch on her back, legs apart, arms outstretched.
Chuck's cock was hard. Not only because the sight of the naked girl offering
herself to her brother was so erotic, but also because he knew she was doing it
because he had ordered her to.
Paul stood above her, breathing hard. He almost seemed to be hesitating
again, even now. Jane reached up and touched his stiff cock. With a groan, he
threw himself on top of her.
There was some initial fumbling, but soon he had found her and was
inside of her, pumping madly. Jane's instructions were to make it as good for
him as she could, and she did that. She held him tightly in her arms and wrapped
her legs around his hips. She thrust herself upward in rhythm with his
uncontrolled lunges, matching him stroke for stroke, while at the same time
swiveling her hips and squirming her body beneath him.
Chuck was aware of Joe breathing heavily beside him, awed as he was by
the girl's abandoned fucking. He wondered if Joe noticed the tears dropping from
her eyes and rolling steadily down the sides of her face as she assiduously
pleasured her brother.
It didn't take very long. Whether Paul was not very experienced, or
whether the novelty of screwing his sister was too much for him, his control was
not too strong. He gave a loud gasp and then came with a series of shrill moans.
He lay on top of her for a moment, panting hard, and then pushed himself up to a
sitting position. He looked dazed.
Jane sat up too. She was also breathing heavily. Surreptitiously she
wiped the tears from her face. Paul didn't notice.
"My god!" he breathed. It seemed to be his favorite expression.
Jane said nothing. She was waiting to get her breath back. Her task was
not yet over.
"Jane," Paul said hollowly, "don't...don't tell anybody. I mean--I mean
don't ever tell anybody. Jesus!"
Jane shook her head.
Paul started to get up from the couch. Jane stopped him. "Wait," she
said. She had further instructions, and she was going to carry them out.
She slipped off the couch and went to her knees on the floor. She didn't
move between his legs, because then her back would have been to the partition
and the watching boys, and she knew they wanted to see as much of the action as
possible. She approached him from the side, kneeling at his feet.
Paul's eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do.
"Hey--wait--" he said nervousely. "Jane...I don't think..."
But Jane had already lowered her head to his lap and taken his limp,
slimy penis into her mouth.
He made a loud hissing noise, and his head fell back against the top of
the couch. "Oh my god!" he bleated.
Jane worked hard at his cock, sucking and licking it steadily, using
mouth, lips and tongue to coax him back into erection; and before long he was as
hard and stiff as before. She then proceeded to suck him off with all the skill
her limited experience and natural talent could muster, while he groaned and
gasped and writhed on the couch.
Chuck's cock throbbed painfully in his pants as he watched the naked
dark-haired girl sliding her slave mouth over her brother's straining pole.
Slowly at first, using her tongue to maximize his pleasure, then gradually
faster and harder, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, her hands
stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her hair swirling around her bobbing
head. He wondered if she was crying again, but he couldn't tell whether it was
tears or perspiration which dampened her face.
Even though he had just climaxed mightily a few minutes earlier, Paul
was not going to hold out much longer against what his sister's mouth was doing
to him. His breath was rattling in his throat and he was squirming and twitching
spastically. Jane never let up. her head moved steadily up and down, her tongue
working, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Chuck could hear her breathing hard
through her nostrils. His prick jumped. What a great thing he and Joe had found!
Paul was hunched over his sister's head now, his hands clutching at her
hair, his eyes wide but sightless. He made a noise like the barking of a dog as
he climaxed again, shooting his sperm into Jane's still sucking mouth. She
swallowed it down, swallowing each spurt as it came from his jerking prick, and
she held him in her mouth until he had drained himself completely and gone limp
again.
Then, finally, she released him and pulled away. She sat on the floor,
her body slumped, her head bowed, breathing hard but otherwise unmoving.
Paul took a few minutes to recover. Then, somewhat weakly, he raised
himself from the couch and stumbled toward his clothes. He pulled them on
clumsily, saying "Jesus" and "Oh my god" at regular intervals.
Dressed, he gazed down uncertainly at his sister. "Jane, I--" he
started. "Jane, my god, that was--"
Jane didn't say anything. She continued to stare at the floor.
"My god," Paul said finally, and fled up the stairs.
They heard the front door open and close as he went out.
After waiting a moment to make sure he was gone, Chuck came out of the
bathroom, followed by Joe. Both boys were grinning hugely. Jane did not look up
at them.
"Jane, you were great!" Chuck said happily. "Just great!"
"Fantastic!" Joe agreed. He chortled. "And the best part of it all was
Paul's face!"
Jane said nothing. A tear fell from her eye to the floor.
Chuck's eyes narrowed. The grin slowly vanished. A wave of pure lust
washed over him, and when he spoke his voice was quite different.
"Look at me, Jane," he said.
The girl slowly raised her head and looked up at him, blinking away the
moisture in her eyes.
Without warning, Chuck raised his hand and swung downward, hitting her
brutally across the face. The blow knocked her sideways, and she lay on the
floor, gasping with pain but too surprised to cry.
"You talk to us when we address you, slave," Chuck said. "You understand
that?"
The girl nodded.
"I can't hear you, bitch," Chuck said softly.
"Yes," Jane whispered, then added, "Master."
"Good. Now get off the floor, slut. I want you on your hands and knees.
That's where a slave belongs."
Jane obeyed him. She was a classic picture of servility, crouching on
all fours, naked, her head bowed, her breasts dangling. Chuck sat on the couch,
gazing at her silently for a minute. Then he leaned back and raised his legs,
resting his feet on her back as if she were a footstool. Jane didn't move.
"Now," Chuck said, "we'll talk about what to do with you next."
Joe, however, had no doubts. He was swiftly stripping off his clothes.
"Damn, I KNOW what I want to do with her," he said. "Watching her screwing her
brother made me so hot, I want to fuck her tits off!"
"So do I," Chuck said. "But Jane's got something coming first. She needs
to be punished, don't you, slave?"
Jane nodded, then said, "Yes, Master."
"Of course." Chuck swung his feet down now and sat forward, and the girl
raised her head to look at him. There was a faint glimmer of excitement in her
eyes. Chuck smiled at her, and the smile sent a shiver over her body--a shiver
of fear and of uncontrollable need.
"She's a very bad girl," Chuck went on. "She's a filthy little whore
who's just fucked her brother. Aren't you, whore?"
"Yes," Jane breathed. She swallowed. "Yes, I am."
"Fucked him and sucked his cock with her slut mouth," Chuck said.
"That's incest, cunt. You have to be punished for that. Don't you?"
Jane was breathing heavily. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Master. Punish me."
"What should we do with this brother-fucking little bitch?" Chuck said
to Joe.
Joe already knew what Chuck planned to do. They had discussed it
earlier. The exposed beams in the basement ceiling provided too good an
opportunity to pass up.
"I think," Joe said gravely, "she should be strung up from the ceiling
and whipped."
A soft, breathless moan came from the girl. Her eyes shone with lust,
and her nipples hardened into firm little stones at the tips of her dangling
breasts.
Chuck smiled at her again. "Would you like that, slave?"
"Oh," Jane whispered. "Oh yes. Oh god. Yes. Please. Do it. Please."
"All right," Chuck told Joe. "Get the rope." They had brought rope with
them. As Joe went to get it, Chuck took off his clothes, revealing his thick,
throbbing erection. He stroked his prick a few times, sorely tempted to stick it
right then into Jane's cunt, or her mouth, or her ass--but he held the
temptation at bay.
Joe brought the rope. Together they hauled the girl roughly to her feet,
and tied her wrists together in front of her. With another, very long piece of
rope attached to the rope around her wrists, they led the naked girl under one
of the wooden beams. Joe stood on a chair to guide the end of the rope over the
beam. Chuck grabbed the dangling end and began to pull.
Jane's arms rose over her head. As Chuck continued to pull slowly on the
rope, the arms tautened and strained. A soft hissing sound came from the girl.
Chuck pulled.
Her body began to stretch. Her breasts rose and tightened, flattened a
little, the nipples jutting out like small spikes. There were tiny crackling
noises as the joints of her shoulders and elbows protested the unaccustomed
pressure. Her ribs stood out against her white skin; her belly hollowed; her hip
bones were prominent beneath tightly drawn flesh.
Jane began to whimper.
Chuck pulled.
The girl's head fell back, her mouth wide open and gasping. The ropes
cut deeply into her wrists as the entire weight of her was put on them. Her body
was now pulled so taut she seemed elongated, her bones standing out as though
she were a skeleton with a thin layer of skin glued over them; but the effect
was offset by the undeniably feminine shapeliness of her figure and the smooth,
inviting sweetness of her young flesh.
Joe, gazing at the sight from his perch on the chair, gave a low,
appreciative whistle.
"Yeah, she's something, all right," Chuck said, his voice a bit strained
with exertion. "You like this, Janie?"
"Yes..." Jane gasped. "Yes...oh yes..."
Chuck pulled.
Jane's feet began to leave the floor.
Her breath came in quick, panting moans. her legs writhed as her feet
struggled reflexively to maintain contact. Only her toes touched the floor now.
By holding very still, straining her legs, she could keep her balance on them
for brief periods.
Chuck pulled on the rope.
The girl hung in space.
"Okay," Chuck said, and Joe grabbed the rope and tied it off tightly
around the beam. He jumped down from the chair, and the two boys stepped back to
gaze at the hanging girl.
She was moaning like an animal, her head hanging back, her body twisting
slowly, her legs still futilely reaching for purchase. Perspiration already
trickled down her sides. She was in great pain. And she was, Chuck knew, happier
than she had ever been in her life.
"Ready to be whipped, Jane?" he said.
"Aahh...oohh...yes...yes...yes..."
"You heard the lady," he told Joe. "Whip her."
"You bet!" Joe said, and eagerly went to get his belt from his discarded
trousers. Returning, he looked at his friend suspiciously. "What are you gonna
do?"
Chuck grinned at him. "I'm going to fuck her."
Joe gaped. "You mean...at the same time?"
"Why not?"
"Jesus," Joe said. Then: "Why don't YOU whip her and I'LL fuck her!"
"Later," Chuck said. "There's plenty for everybody." He walked up to the
dangling, moaning girl. "You're beautiful, slave," he said, putting his hands on
her breasts.
"Please..." Jane panted hoarsely. "Please..."
"Please what?" He pinched the hard nipples.
"Aaaahh! Ahh! Oh. Oh yes...oh god, yes...."
"Jane," Chuck gritted, twisting her nipples while she writhed and
groaned in ecstatic pain. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, and Joe is
going to whip you until you scream for mercy. Then he'll fuck you and I'll whip
you even harder. After that maybe we'll both whip you at the same time. One on
each side. All over your sweet little whore's body. Until you wish you were
dead. You hear me, Jane? You hear me, you cock-sucking slave cunt?"
Jane was nearly out of her mind with the beautiful, overpowering joy of
her pain and his words. "Oh my god," she gasped, struggling to force the words
out. "Chuck...I love you, Chuck...I love you!"
For a brief moment, Chuck was taken aback. Then he laughed. "Okay,
baby," he said. "Show me!" He reached down and took hold of her legs, grasping
each one beneath the thigh and pulling them up on either side of his waist. He
had positioned her at just the right height for what he meant to do. He moved
forward until his body was against hers.
"Wrap your legs around me," he told her. "And hold on."
She obeyed, her legs trembling with strain; but their hold on him
partially alleviated the tension on her wrists. Chuck grasped her by the
buttocks and bent his knees a little, adjusting himself; then he straightened as
his stiff prick found the entrance to Jane's cunt. He thrust himself strongly
into her, and she cried out as he slid all the way inside.
His long pent-up tension and the twitching and wriggling of her
pain-filled body nearly made him come immediately; but he exerted all the
control he had. This was going to be something special.
He nodded over Jane's shoulder at Joe. "Okay. Do it."
Joe took his position a few feet in back of the girl. He dangled the
belt from his hand. He licked his dry lips.
"Be careful," Chuck warned him. "You better not hit ME, or I'll--"
"Don't worry," Joe said. He hesitated. "How hard should I..."
"Beat the crap out of her," Chuck said.
He felt Jane shudder against him.
Joe raised his arm, brought the belt back, and swing it with all his
strength.
It hit Jane across the lower back, just above the crack of her ass. It
made a sound like a pistol shot.
Jane screamed. Her body jerked forward with the impact, nearly knocking
Chuck off his feet. But he stayed where he was, his cock lodged inside her as
her hips jerked and writhed against him.
"Jesus, that was beautiful," he said hoarsely. "Do it again."
Joe did it again. The belt struck a little higher this time. Again the
girl screamed, again her torso slammed against Chuck's her cunt squirming like
mad around his aching cock.
"Fantastic," Chuck panted. "Just fantastic. Kiss me, Janie."
Jane was sobbing now, tears rolling down her face. She brought her head
up and blindly found his mouth with her own. She ground her lips against his,
her tongue reaching desperately, as though to thrust itself down his throat. Her
straining, squirming body was plastered against his flesh. He heard the wicked
whistle of the belt again, and when it slammed across the girl's back she
screamed into his mouth.
He tore his mouth away. he knew he could not hold out much longer, and
he felt that Jane was on the verge of climax too. He wanted Joe to get in a few
more licks with the belt--for the pleasure of both of them.
"Come on!" he gasped harshly. "Faster!"
Joe obeyed him with a will. Four, five, six times in quick succession
the belt hissed throught the air and cracked across the girl's naked back. her
screams became one continuous shriek, broken only by sobbing gasps for breath.
Chuck held on to her crazily bucking body, the blood pounding in his head and
the noise of her screaming in his ear crowding out all consciousness except for
the incredible pleasure of her twisting flesh against his body and her widly
jouncing cunt encasing his nearly bursting cock.
He thought she was coming, but he wasn't sure, and anyway he didn't care
any more. he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the overpowering sensation;
and as the belt struck home yet again over the sweet flesh of the hanging girl's
back, he gave a loud groan and shot his load at last, exploding again and again,
sending great spurts of sperm deep, deep into her clutching, spasming tunnel.
For several moments afterwards he was only dimly aware of his
surroundings, so great had been the force of this dazzling orgasmic experience.
He stepped back from the girl, who hung once again from her wrists, still
sobbing and gasping, though her screams had diminished into weird-sounding
groans. Joe, still holding the belt, was saying eagerly: "My turn, Chuck. You
whip her now, okay?"
But they were both struck into stillness by the sound of hurrying
footsteps upstairs. The noise and excitement had evidently prevented them from
hearing the front door. Before they could move, they heard someone rushing down
the stairs to the basement. And then they were staring at the figure of a man
standing at the foot of the stairs, gaping in frozen horror at the scene before
him.
It was Alex Burkeimer--Jane's father.
