Chapter Four
When the women had cleaned up the remains of the meal, it was time for some
more fun and games.
"Lisa, you seem to be the one with ideas, so how about a suggestion? Lets
stay with your pussies for the time being." said Derek.
Lisa closed her eyes for a moment. The vision of more torture inflicted on her
pussy made her shudder, but she knew what she had to do. "What about cigarette
burns?" she said. She heard Heather gasp behind her.
"Nope. I don't smoke" replied Derek.
"What about needles? I think that there are a few boxes in the cabinet."
said Lisa, trying again.
Derek smile blissfully. "Needles! I like it. Go and get them Lisa."
Lisa went to the cabinet and returned with a box of sewing pins that had small
coloured plastic balls at the blunt end. She held them out to Derek.
Derek flipped a coin. "I'm afraid that it is you first again Lisa!"
Without asking, Lisa went to sit in a large padded armchair, hooking her legs
over the arms, her buttocks at the edge of the seat. She rested her hands on
the seat to each side of her hips to provide support and stop her from
slipping off the chair. "I'm ready Derek."
Derek sat down on the floor between her thighs, Lisa's pussy nicely positioned
in front of him. He set the box of pins on the floor and reached out to grip
Lisa's right labia, pulling it out firmly, stretching the soft flap as far as
it could go.
Lisa's teeth were clenched and her breath hissed loudly as she watched the tip
of the first shining pin approach her labia. She wanted to close her eyes, but
she was mesmerised by the sight. The point of the pin touched the inner side of
her labia, low down near her vaginal mouth and she felt a sharp pricking
sensation. Over Derek's shoulder, she could see Heather's horrified face.
Derek pushed slowly, letting the pain build as the pin pushed against the taut
skin, making a little tent in the flesh on the other side. He heard Lisa's
voice rise in a cry of pain, gradually getting louder as the pain increased. A
tiny dot of blood formed around the point of the pin, then suddenly it broke
through to appear on the outer side of the tortured labia.
"AAAhh!" screamed Lisa as the pin pierced her flesh.
Derek placed the point of another pin a little above the first and began the
slow, agonising push.
Lisa cried out again as the second pin tore her labia. She shook her head as if
denying the pain, biting her lower lip. She could see the tiny drops of blood
starting to run downwards and a separate part of her mind noted incongruously
that the fabric of the armchair was going to get stained. Her fingers and toes
clenched, as if to grip an unseen surface. A sharp throbbing pain radiated from
her damaged pussy lip as the flesh began to swell.
One by one, Derek thrust his pins into Lisa's sex, until a row of brightly
coloured dots marched up towards the meeting point of her inner labia and the
tiny pearl of her clitoris that lay above. When he had filled one lip, Derek
started on the left labia.
Lisa could not help but cry out each time she was pierced, but she managed to
reduce the sound to a sharp "Owww! Owww! Owww!". She had been right about the
blood, which now made two spreading stains on the seat. She was thankful that
she had been able to so far control her bladder and had not had to face the
additional humiliation of peeing in front of Derek.
The sharp coppery smell of blood mingled with the musky smell of Lisa's vaginal
secretions. She laughed softly, making Derek look up at her face with a raised
eyebrow.
Lisa shook her head in disbelief. "I guess the books were right after all!" she
said, pointing with her nose at the glistening droplets of vaginal lubrication
that had formed at the mouth of her sex. Somehow, the humiliating exposure
combined with Derek's rough handling of her pussy had managed to stimulate a
flow of her juices despite all the pain.
Finally, both labia had been filled to the top. Derek held up one more pin. "I
guess you know where this goes Lisa!" he said. "When that is done, I can play
with Heather's pretty pussy!"
Suddenly, Derek saw Lisa's eyes widen in shock and he heard Heather's voice,
twisted with rage and fear...
"You bastard! You won't be touching my pussy or any one else's ever
again!" she screamed.
Derek twisted around and saw that Heather had a .357 caliber revolver in her
hands, gripped in the Academy approved stance. "Aren't you out of uniform
officer?" he asked, raising his hands. Carefully, he shuffled around to face
the enraged police woman.
Heather sneered. "You think that you are so smart, Mr. Special Task Force!
Well, you are not the only one who can make deals. I can also supply Carlos
with enough information to dodge the drug hounds. I just have to prove to him
that I am loyal and good enough for the job!"
"By killing me." prompted Derek
"That's right you prick. I had to play along with your sick games until I was
sure that you were unarmed and too busy with Miss Pincushion to see me go for
the gun. And now..." she said, taking aim at the centre of his body.
The gun went off with a sharp crack. Heather's face twisted in shock as the
bullet entered her shoulder, smashing the bone and making her drop her
revolver. The thick carpet prevented a misfire as it hit the floor.
"You lose." said Derek softly, finishing her sentence for her.
Heather stared in disbelief at the 9mm Beretta in Lisa's hands. "Why?" she
groaned.
Lisa smiled. "Derek made me an offer while you were in the kitchen. After all,
a girl can never have too much money, can she! And having a Deputy Director as
friend can't be bad either."
Just then, Julia ran in, gun drawn.
"I am afraid that Heather is going to meet with an unfortunate accident."
said Derek to the grim faced guard, who nodded in understanding. Julia gripped
the wounded woman by the hair, the muzzle of her gun in the back of her neck.
Stumbling in shock and pain Heather and her executioner left the room.
Derek turned back to Lisa and kissed her on the lips, and at the same time
taking back his gun. "And what now?" he asked her.
Lisa grinned and pointed to the last pin that Derek still held in his fingers.
"As I recall, my clit still has an appointment with that nasty pin!" she
replied, reaching down to spread her pin studded labia and expose her shiny
pink pearl.
"Smart girl." said Derek admiringly as he sat down in front of Lisa's
pussy again.
The End.
