"What's got into you, Steve? You've never bit me before!"
"And you've never angered me like that before, slut! I know you can do better. I'll make you do better!"
She felt a sudden thrill pass through her. She didn't know if it was a thrill of fear or sex. Somehow, she couldn't separate the two right now. And Lisa wasn't certain she wanted to.
A few seconds earlier, she had been tired of sex. It had almost reached the point where it bored her. Now she was coming alive to it again. The threat of actual pain had aroused every nerve in her body.
She found the nerves most active were the sexual ones. Her cunt throbbed with yearning for more cock. It had merely drooled mindlessly before as she fucked herself. Now that hollow feeling inside her cunt was alive. It actively chewed away at her guts. It couldn't be satisfied until cock and lots of it drove into her again.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice sounding frightened.
"Whatever the hell I please, slut. I'm sick of you going around like you were royalty. You want this, you want that. No more. I'm telling you what I want. And you'll obey me instantly."
"What if I don't? What'll you do?"
His answer sent shivers down her spine. "I will punish you in any way I can think up. And I've got an active imagination when it comes to discipline!"
"I don't think I want any part of this," she said, scrambling off the far side of the bed. The side of her face still smarted from the slap he'd given her. She didn't want him to hit her again.
Not right away.
She ran from the room, the sound of his bare feet thudding on the carpet a couple paces behind. Lisa managed to slam the door as she raced don the hall. That slowed her pursuer for a few seconds.
But then indecision hit her. Where should she go? She was naked. It wouldn't do to run outside. The living room seemed the only logical place. But he could catch her easily there. He could see and it was daylight. The trick of turning out the lights wouldn't work now.
The feeling coursing through her made her more aware of her body tan at any other time she could remember. Each muscle surged with energy. Her nerves were taut. The slightest sound came as a loud crashing.
She was keyed up both physically and mentally.
The woman ran for the kitchen. Before she got there, he was on her. His powerful hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her feet from the cold tile floor.
"Hiding from me, huh? That deserves the worst punishment I can give you!"
"No, don't! What are you going to do?" She was enjoying this. It made her feel great!
"The range! I'm going to see how those tits of yours do on the lighted stove."
"WHAT?" she screamed. "T-that's inhuman! Y-you can't mean it?"
He said nothing. In her blindness, she tried to follow his actions. Dragging her across the kitchen floor obscured some of the sounds. But not the click as the electric stove was turned on. And the heat boiling off the front burner told her he wasn't kidding. He was going to use that stove for something and it wasn't boiling a pot of coffee.
He bent her over the burner until she could feel the waves of heat radiating up from the stove. He held her firmly by the back of the neck so that her tits were just inches away from the blazing hot element.
"Like this?" he demanded.
"No, stop, please! I don't want this!" she begged.
She felt her wrists being bound together with a ball of twine she kept in a nearby cabinet. When her brother had finished, her wrists were firmly secured behind her back. Then he looped some string around her neck and pulled it down between her legs.
Tension on the string caused the twine to clit deeply into her snatch. As long as she held her head down bent forward, the string merely lay in her sex gash without chafing her delicate flesh.
But in this position, her tits were scant inches away from the stove burners. She was caught in a double bind. If she tried to straighten up, the string clit into her sex slit and back of her neck. If she bent too far forward to escape the brutality of the string, her tits would burn on the hot stove.
"Why are you d-doing this?" she sobbed.
"You have to be taught a lesson," he told her. "You refused to become properly aroused when you received the gift of my cock. Now well see just how much you like the other side of the coin!"
He gave a tug at the string causing her tits to come perilously close to the burner. She could almost feel the flesh charring on her sensitive boobs. The heat did odd things to her body, things she couldn't understand.
Terrified, she was mutely amazed at how this could also be turning her on. The threat of mutilation was great. Yet, she doubted her brother would go that far.
Still, it was a dangerous game they were playing. The slightest miscalculation would muse her intense pain.
There was nothing she could do but trust him not to damage her.
She was completely helpless again. She was reduced to the small child having to rely on her big brother for aid. Anything he did would have to be okay with her. He held all the trump cards. She was his slave.
"Your ass looks real nice like that," he said calmly, giving the string around her neck a little tug to bend her forward toward the stove.
"W-what are you g-going to do?"
"I think I might fuck you like this. It looks like it would be interesting to really ball you now."
She felt a surge of joy in her. He wasn't going to continue with this for long. He was going to let her up and then they could get it on. He'd be cutting the twine holding her wrists so cruelly. She'd even be able to get the circulation back into her hands.
Then she'd really show him what it was like to ball!
When she felt his legs brushing against her ass, she wondered what he was doing. He hadn't clit the bonds on her wrists. He held the string around her neck as tightly as before. There was no indication he was really going to fuck her.
"Let me up!" she cried. "I can't fuck like this!"
"Why not?" he snapped back. "You're a hot one. The burner shouldn't bother you too much. Not as long as you have an equally hot cock up your ass!"
Then she felt his prick shoving between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The blunt nosed cock found her asshole, then began a gradually increasing pressure until he was inside.
She gasped and almost collapsed onto the stove. She managed to keep herself from falling. It required the utmost of balance. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn't reach out for support. And the slightest mistake would drive her boobs down onto the searing hot stove.
The cock inside her ass burned just as hot as the burner. He'd promised this. He delivered it.
When he began fucking her, it wasn't pleasure on her part. He may have been enjoying the tightness of her ass, the heat boiling out from her guts. For the woman, it was sheer terror.
She could have gotten into having him cornholing her. The novelty of this form of lovemaking still hadn't worn off. Yet she couldn't get into it as long as her hands were cold from lack of circulation and her tits were blazing hot from dangling over the stove.
In spite of it all, she found herself becoming strangely aroused. The heat on her boobs was far nicer than any mouth could have been. It was like her blood was being super-heated and then pumped wildly through her body.
The cock driving slowly back and forth in her tightest passage was certainly giving her something to think about, too. She had to brace herself for each thrust to keep from falling onto the stave top.
The inhuman behavior got to her. It made her realize how completely at her brother's mercy she was. There was only one question in her mind: did he have any mercy to show her?
"Please stop! I'll do anything, anything!" she begged.
"Anything, is it? All right. Let's try a little more conventional fucking. This kitchen is getting too hot for me."
She shivered in spite of her position. Hearing him say that told her he was only concerned about his own comfort. He might do anything to her. She loved the idea. Whatever happened would be unexpected, new, different. The ways her brother thought were something of a mystery to her. He might be able to come up with just about anything.
"Into the bedroom," he needlessly commanded. As long as he held the string, he kept her in perfect control. Guiding her along like a dog on a leash they went into the bedroom.
Hope raced in the woman's mind. He'd said they would fuck in a more ordinary manner. She hoped he meant on the bed. Everything he was doing to her made her aware of how masterful he was. She needed a strong man telling her what to do. The others had been so weak, so wishy-washy. This was living!
"Onto the bed, you stupid bitch!" he shouted. She fell heavily as he shoved her forward. At least the string between her legs was gone. The leash of twine hung loose around her neck. That wouldn't return to torment her.
But he hadn't given up on the string. Unable to see what he was doing, she had to figure it all out by the way it felt.
Loops of string went around each ankle. She was spread-eagled on the bed. With her hands tied under her, she was beginning to feel intense strain on her shoulders. Her wrists and hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation.
He had her strung up like a side of beef.
"There, I think I like the way you look now," he said. His hand began stroking over her body. She almost flinched when he touched her. Then she tried to relax as much as she could. His touch was light, gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her.
All the pain was coming from her arms and shoulders, her ankles where the string cruelly clit into her flesh. And she was beginning to notice a dull ache in her crotch. Being pulled apart like this was an unnatural strain. She didn't mind having a man between her legs. Now, there was nothing. No support, nothing to grip tightly with her knees.
Again the feeling of helplessness was reinforced.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Whatever I feel like doing. You talk too much. Maybe I should tie your tongue to the bed."
She gulped when he said that. She couldn't imagine what it would be like having her tongue tied tight with the string and then pulled out of her mouth.
What happened was almost as bad. He grabbed the collar of string that already hung loose around her neck, gave it a tug, then said, "I'm fastening the loose end to the head of the bed. You can sit up perhaps halfway. Try it."
She did and found herself strangled by the thin, biting cord.
It was a horrible predicament she was in. Unable to sit up, her hands bound behind and under her, ankles mercilessly tied so that her cunt was wide open, she was as helpless as anyone can be.
And she was totally in the dark. Being blind, having all her tactile senses clit off, all she could do was listen and wait.
"You didn't like my cock before," he said in a conversational voice. "I wonder if you'd like something else crammed up your cunt."
"No, please. I want you. Your cock is, ungh! Aieeee!"
Whatever he stuck up her twat was round and hard and cold. He began twisting it from side to side. For a moment, she thought she would pass out from the pain. It all smashed into her at once. Legs, arms, cunt. All her nerves were screaming in agony.
"I just shoved the handle of a broom up there. A little house cleaning seemed in order," he said. With a wet plop he pulled the stick out.
She heard a lewd slurping noise.
"Hmmmm, you taste damn good. The cunt juice you left on the stick is really fine stuff."
She shuddered. He wouldn't even eat her out. She was less than an animal, to him. He wouldn't treat any beast the way he was treating her now.
And she hated herself for loving it!
He was degrading her, doing such terrible and humiliating things and yet she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any man before.
"Please, I want your cock! Stuff it in! Fuck me!"
"Fuck you? You mean you want me to grant you the fine gift of my manhood? Why should I? You weren't very appreciative of it before. Will you be now?"
"Yes."
"Cunt. You're lying. I can tell."
For long minutes there was silence. She strained to hear what he was doing. She couldn't tell. The harsh pounding of blood in her ears drowned out her normal acute sense of hearing.
The strain built up inside her. The waiting was worse than anything he could have done to her. What was he planning? Had he left her like this? Was she abandoned to starve to death, tied like a pig? Or was he getting ready to do something really horrible to her?
All those thoughts and more raced through her mind. She was in constant agony now. The noose around her neck didn't bother her. It was loose. But the way he'd tied her hands was murder. Circulation had died and the strain of lying on her arms made her shoulders throb with a dull pain.
And the way she was tied to that her twat was widely exposed to whatever he wanted to do.
She couldn't think of enough good things to make that pain go away.
Then the bed bounced a couple times as if he were jumping on it. She moaned in agony as the string clit deeply into her ankles. The bouncing of the bed was the worst thing that could happen there.
Her cunt actually felt like it was tearing. Another such bounce and she was certain she'd come apart all the way to the chin. There'd be halves of her left on the bed, tied together only at the wrists.
"I've decided to give you a second chance," she heard him say. From the direction of the voice, he'd climbed onto the bed and was crouching between her wide-spread legs.
He was going to fuck her.
She tensed and said nothing.
When his hand brushed against her clit, she came. She screamed out, "Aiieee!" and thrashed wildly on the bed. It was such a mild tweak of her go-button but all the torment had strung her out to the highest sexual tension possible. It was that easy to have him pluck her string.
"I think you might be ready. You seem to appreciate my hand a bit more than you did earlier."
"Give me your cock!"
"Silence!" he roared. "I command, you obey. I'll let you have my cock when I deem it time. Not one second before!"
She mumbled, "Sorry," but the pain was working on her again. She was confused. Pleasure had assaulted her body with the same intensity that the pain was. The two mixed in an old brew. She couldn't tell which was which anymore.
As his cock head began lightly dragging across her pussy lips, a quiver raced up and down her spine. She wanted that cock ramming in and out of her cunt so badly!
Yet she didn't dare say a word. He might never let her have it. And, bound as she was, there would be nothing she could do to retrieve it. She had to play along with him. It was the only game in town.
"Like the feel, eh?" he said.
She groaned, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. The torment of pain was bad. The torment of pleasure was infinitely worse. His prick was gently poking in and out of her labia. He rubbed his cock against her clit several times. Whenever he did, it made the sexual tension in her body build to the breaking point.
Holding down the cum, she knew it was only going to be a matter of minutes before climax smashed her body again. She wished the pain would go away. But in a completely opposite way to nature, it was turning her on. She was becoming more sensitized to pleasure.
She could compare the two. With pain a constant thing in her black universe, the pleasure blazed mightily. And his cock was giving her as much enjoyment as she could handle at the moment.
Then he drove his hips forward. The first four or five inches of his prick unasked between her sex lips. She gasped both in ecstasy and in agony.
The joy of having his cock finally in her pussy was immense. So was the pain caused by rocking on the bed. It pulled her legs even straighter, clit into her ankles and put incredible tension on her crotch.
That was the center of all her pleasure and pain – her snatch. Strained to the breaking point, the man was fucking her. Pain. Sex. Enjoyment.
All mixed in her head until she couldn't tell them apart at all. She wanted him fucking her. That was all she cared about. The pain was becoming minor in comparison to this one overwhelming drive. "Fuck me hard!" she chanted over and over. When her throat became raw from her shouts, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
As if this moment of surrender was what he had been waiting for, he began driving his cock into her cunt.
He slammed the last three inches, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. She experienced every inch of his penetration. The rocking of the bed caused more pain but it was more than offset by the screaming wonder of having his prick all the way up her twat again.
Fucking started. Slow, gentle, easy. The pain was still greater than the happiness she felt.
As he speeded up, she began to feel offsetting emotions. Her body was responding equally now. The feel of his cock in her pussy generated enough warming friction to set her carnal fires ablaze.
"More, faster, oh, give me more! Ride me hard!" she whined.
"Like it now, huh, slut? I'll give it all to you and more!"
With his cock buried all the way up her twat, he started twisting his hips in a clockwise circle. She knew she was going to come apart as he stirred that lusty rod deep in her guts.
Normally, it would have been sheer delight. Now it was ecstasy mixed with pain. The bouncing on the bed caused the string to slice into her flesh. The hard driving of his prick into her already taut cunt was both pleasure and pain.
But mostly, she enjoyed.
The sexual pressures inside her were building to the breaking point once more.
She came.
And almost strangled herself. The joys of being fucked so expertly ran throughout her body. She raised her shoulders off the bed in an attempt to drive her hips down around the wonderfully impaling spike of cock.
She forgot all about the string noose.
As it clit into her neck, she fell back to the bed. And found her orgasm was still blasting through her. Never had a climax lasted so long. The cock was still swirling around like a berserk tornado in her pussy. It kept her passions pushed to the limits of her endurance.
And the pain – it merely added fuel to the flames of her lust. She hadn't thought of the pain as being sexy. It was now.
When her body finally refused to cum any longer, she gasped, "That was super. I never, oh, no, not again!"
He hadn't gotten off. His cock was still a rigid fucking tool and he meant to use it.
He started screwing her with long, hard strokes. Each one carried him just a little deeper into her cunt. The rocking of the bed from his activities was slicing the flesh from her ankles, making her shoulders scream out in abject pain.
And she enjoyed the hell out of it.
Each time he fucked hard into her, he touched her cervix. That deeply hidden little constriction in her cunt had never been touched before while a man fucked her. The woman's insides blazed in glory now.
She knew it wouldn't be long before another climax seized and shook her body. Trying to figure out what all was happening to her was nearly impossible so she leaned back and tried to ride the winds of passion blowing through her.
The pain of her wrists and ankles was excruciating. The thrill of his cock drilling so expertly into her cunt offset this. The waves of warmth radiating from her belly filled her entire body. It was like being cast in warm, flowing love.
She wanted more and she got it.
His hands began working on her body as he fucked back and forth like a mighty machine. Her tits were properly stimulated, then he moved lower. He pressed firmly against her belly as he shoved himself full length into her twat.
The pressure he exerted on her pubic bone caused her cunt walls to collapse. It suddenly felt as if her twat had a shrunk in size. Both of them had to gasp in reaction.
She was filled to overflowing with cock. His cock was too huge for her now. And when he moved slightly, the friction generated enough erotic heat to burn her nerves. She might have been seared with a sensual acid all over her lithe body.
Cunt juice oozed down the inside of her asscheek and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came again.
He seemed to sense the same thing. His hips flew like a battering ram. Hard, quick strokes made his cock vanish into her cunt. His prick pulled free only to vanish again. And again. He fucked with all the power in his body.
Hips took control. The fucking grew frantic, uncontrolled. When his cock blew up and spewed forth its white hot cum, he didn't notice she was also cuming.
Together, they rocked and soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. Never had the woman experienced such an intense cum. Her orgasm seized her and tossed her high in the air. Fiery fingers clawed at her senses, ice cubes rubbed her limbs. So many conflicting emotions and sensations smashed through her she was lost in a sensual wonderland of lust.
Panting heavily, she gasped out, "I never thought it could be that good, Steve. Never!"
"Me, either. I gotta admit, that was one hell of a fine fucking. Your sweet little pussy damned near crushed my cock flat when you climaxed."
"Yeah," site sighed.
"Better get you untied. But didn't that really add to it?"
She felt his lingers fumbling at hard knots. Finally, he swore and went to get his pocket knife. He had to clit off the string binding her legs and wrists.
The returning circulation was as painful as anything she'd endured up to this moment.
"It sure did. I was scared shitless a couple times. I didn't know just what you would do to me. And when you did begin fucking, wow! It was like my entire head blew apart. Atomic bomb time."
"Volcano time for me," he added.
"Yeah," she sighed again. Her arms reached out and found his muscular body. She pulled him close, comfortingly close. It was so nice to be loved by a man like her brother.
One thing bothered her, though. How could he top this last round of lovemaking? It hardly seemed possible.
But if she knew Steve, he'd find something.