Chapter 5
She opened the door and held it open, making a quick sign that the two teen-agers should enter the dark room. She noticed that Debbie and John held hands as they trembled and walked into that room, into the darkness.
Donna moved into the room after them and closed the door with a slam before she turned on the light.
She saw the two kids blink as the bright light hit them in the eyes. They had been used to the soft light of the moon. They had fucked in that moon-light.
And then, as they looked around them and saw all the instruments of torture in that room, Debbie grasped her brother's hand in both of hers and gasped.
"What is this?" she asked, to no one in particular, looking at the straps and ropes and chains and whips and leather garments that hung around the room.
Donna moved in front of them and took off her robe and stood there naked. When she did that, both the boy and the girl directed their attention at her sexy body, not at the instruments of torture that had first frightened them. The aunt noticed that and she liked that very much. She thought that that was very sweet of them.
And she decided to explain to them just what she had planned.
The plan had come into her mind as a completed thing as she stood there in their bedroom and watched the two of them hit orgasm together. She knew then that the brother and the sister had shared a great deal in their lives.
And she thought that it was time that they shared one more experience.
And, in the process of sharing, she thought, she would also teach Debbie about the techniques of sexy torture. Donna looked at John. He was probably not the kind of boy who enjoyed being hurt a great deal, but the aunt knew that he would stand for anything now. He was so frightened now that he and Debbie had been caught fucking.
And he might really get into it, the aunt thought, if his twin sister, the sister that he fucked so well, was the one who was giving him the punishment
Donna stood there naked and started to explain her plan to Debbie. She did not even speak to John. She talked about the boy as if he were not even in the room.
"You and John are very good together, I can tell that," she said. "You fuck each other very well, and I assume that you have been fucking each other for quite some time. Is that right, Debbie?"
She paused and there was silence in the room for a few seconds before the girl worked up the courage to speak.
"Yes," she said. "Johnny and I have been fucking for a couple of years."
John looked at his sister. She had used that kid's name for him again. Johnny. He did not like that, but he could not argue with Debbie or correct her now. He was in the presence of his aunt, his sexy, naked, dark-haired aunt, and he was not certain about what his aunt planned to do with them.
On the one hand, she seemed accepting, strangely accepting of what she had discovered.
But all of these things in the room seemed to prove to John that Donna really would not accept anything at all.
Those things were used to hurt people, he thought, and he wondered how many people his aunt had hurt in her life.
Donna continued to speak to Debbie and to ignore the naked young man who stood there holding his twin sister's hands in his own.
They looked like a couple of orphans in the storm, the aunt thought.
"Debbie, you have probably often wondered how I made all of my money, enough money so that I could retire and live on it at a rather young age. I am sure that your parents and your grandmother never told you because they did not know for sure. They assumed that it was something seedy and bad because I was in New York City and I was making lots of money all the time, although I did not have a regular job. I will tell you, Debbie, how I made my money. I was a professional dominatrix. Do you know what that is, Debbie?"
The cute, naked, little blonde shook her head no. She had never heard that phrase before. It did not surprise Donna that Debbie did not know what she meant. So the aunt explained, just the way that Ginger had explained things to her during those first weeks of training and work.
"You see, Debbie, there are certain men and women who feel guilty, who think that they have done something wrong in their lives and have not been caught. Some of them have done bad things. Others really have not. But they all enjoy being hurt. It is the only way that they can achieve sexual satisfaction. It is sad in a way, Debbie. I really do wish that every person in the world could achieve orgasm the way that you and John did tonight. That is the healthiest way, even when it is with your twin. But there are others who had can only come when they are tortured and beaten and humiliated. And they require some sexy women to do it for them, to give them the pleasure and the pain that they need. They pay a lot of money to women who know how to give them pleasure and pain."
"And they paid you," Debbie said softly, beginning to figure things out.
"Yes, Debbie, they paid me to torture them. A sexy woman who knows how to give a person good and sexy pain can make a lot of money. And I have been wondering if you would like to make a lot of money too, if you would like to do what I did for a living."
Debbie did not say anything. She did not know if she wanted to hurt someone.
Donna understood her silent confusion and she continued with her little speech.
"I have decided that I will try you out, to see if you can really give a person the kind pain that is close to sex itself. I have decided to try you out with John."
The brother and the sister looked at each other quickly.
They were shocked and frightened by her suggestion, and Debbie turned to her aunt and stammered.
"I—I could not—hurt John, Aunt Donna. I love John." "And it is precisely because you do love him that you can work with him tonight," Donna explained to the girl. "If you do not punish him, I will do it and I will be very cruel and harsh with him. You will be more loving in your "punishment because you know just how much of a stud he is."
"Yes, I know," the sister said softly. "He is a very good fuck."
"And John might enjoy it too," the aunt suggested, "especially if the pain and the torture come from you, his sister, the girl that he loves to fuck."
Debbie looked at John again, trying to see in his eyes if he would enjoy it.
But the brother was just as confused as his sister was. He did not know if he would like pain, no matter what sexy woman gave it to him.
Then Debbie looked back at her aunt and she saw the naked woman motion for Debbie to come near to her. Debbie moved slowly, hesitantly toward the woman who stood there.
When the little blonde was close to Donna, the aunt took her niece in her arms and kissed her softly. Debbie accepted that kiss in a kind of frozen, fearful state.
Then Donna let the girl go and touched Debbie's soft blonde hair, thinking of red hair to dark hair to blonde hair, the kind of progression of teaching that would be perfect.
"I will not make you hurt John a great deal," she said softly. "I just want you to try. I want to see if you are any good. I want to show you some things, Debbie."
The girl did not say anything, but Donna could tell by the look in the girl's eyes that she was surrendered to her aunt's will, that she would do anything that Donna told her to do.
Donna put her hands on Debbie's shoulders and turned her so that she faced her twin brother.
As Debbie looked at her naked, sexy, blond brother standing there, she thought of the way that she had almost killed John at birth, of the way that she had dragged him out of the womb before he was ready to go. She felt that that made a real difference now. It would not matter if she hurt him just a little bit, she thought. She had already almost killed him and he had lived. He would be able to stand a little torture too.
And the girl remembered that she would be saving John from an even greater pain by hurting him. If she did not do it, Aunt Donna would and she would be more harsh and cruel and less loving. Aunt Donna was right, the girl thought. Aunt Donna did not know just how good John could be when he fucked a girl.
Donna whispered into the blonde's ear, giving her her first command.
"Speak harshly to John," she said, "as harshly as you can. Call him dirty names and tell him to come here and kneel in front of you."
The girl paused for a minute, getting the words in her head. Then she spoke to her brother, using all the dirty words that she could think of.
"You worthless piece of shit. You mangy fucker. You cocky stud. Come here and kneel in front of me."
Donna listened closely to the girl's voice. It had a strange, kinky quality, the aunt thought.
It retained some of its girlish sweetness even as it was harsh, even as she spoke to her brother in such a ruthless fashion.
It was the kind of voice, Donna thought, that submissive people would pay a fortune in order to hear.
And John did not deny that voice, could not do anything except what the voice told him to do.
He moved toward his sister and his aunt, still shaking with fear, but his sister's voice seemed to give him strength, seemed to give him the ability to face any kind of torture that he had to go through.
He knew that his sister really loved him, and that made him feel a little better as he knelt in front of the girl and lowered his eyes to the floor. The boy somehow sensed that he was not supposed to look up at her.
With her brother kneeling before her, Debbie felt a strange sort of power in her body, a power that she could not really understand. But she liked that power. She liked looking down at his blond head and knowing that John, that stud who had fucked her, who had been born from the same womb that she had been born from on the same day that she was born, was not her captive in a strange way.
She looked back at her aunt and she actually grinned at Donna with girlish delight.
"What do I do now?" she asked her aunt.
"What do I do to him now?"
Donna liked that smile on the little girl's face. It proved to her that Debbie was a natural, that the girl was really getting into this scene. She was a natural, Donna thought, and she would accept the training and mature into a fine and sexy dominatrix. She would make a lot of money for herself, and Donna would be able to repay her large debt to the woman who had trained her, to Ginger who was now dead.
Donna felt warm when she looked at her niece. Then she knew that she had to answer the girl's question. She looked down at the boy who knelt in front of his sister and she came up with the next thing that Debbie could do to John, the next bit of training that the blonde should receive from her aunt.
Donna walked to the wall and pulled down one of the long, leather straps with the clasps on it. It was specially prepared for such bondage and torture. All Debbie had to do was wrap that strap tight around John's wrist and press it closed and it would bind him and make the blond, naked, young man even more helpless.
Donna handed the leather to the girl and spoke softly to her.
"Bind his wrists together behind him," she said, "and remember to speak harshly to him. Keep calling him names, names that are special because you are using them for him. Try to think of ways to make him remember that you are doing this to him because he is John and you are Debbie."
Debbie nodded her head. She understood her aunt.
As the girl walked around her kneeling brother, the aunt knew that Debbie had just learned one of the great principles of professional dominating.
The girl had learned that she had to work with each client as an individual, get to know the client and understand his own unique needs. Then she would work that individuality into her torture and her curses. Any professional who did not do that, who used the same curses for all of her clients and who uttered those curses in a bored, tired manner, was a bum, unworthy of her money and her status in the world of sex.
Donna had learned that from Ginger and now she had taught Debbie that too.
The girl stood behind her brother and spoke to him in a sarcastic tone, almost whining to him.
"Put your arms behind you, brother dear," she said.
And John did as he was told, feeling his cock pound under him. That surprised the boy.
He was getting turned on by this!
He glanced up quickly at his naked aunt, the woman who was training his sister in this way.
And he could see that Donna saw his cock rising too. She smiled down on him.
When his arms were behind him, Debbie pulled them together and began to wrap the leather around his wrists so that she could bind him.
She wrapped the leather tightly and felt her brother's body tense with the pain that she was giving him.
And then she started to talk to him again. The whining, sarcastic tone was gone, replaced by a cold and cruel sound.
"Brother dear," she said, "you fuck me and I fuck you but you are so traditional in so many ways. Sometimes you piss me off so much that I wish you had died when I pulled you out of the womb with me. You want to be so mature, but you are just a kid, brother dear. Just a fucking kid. You have only fucked one female in your whole fucking life, and that is me, your twin sister. If you are such a fucking man, brother dear, why don't you go out and fuck some other girls too? Why don't you find some woman as sexy and mature as Aunt Donna and fuck her?"
When the girl made that suggestion, John looked up at his aunt again.
She was so beautiful and sexy as she stood there, proud and haughty and naked, he thought.
He wished that he could fuck her, that he could plunge his cock into that sweet pussy of hers.
Perhaps, he thought, he would be able to fuck his aunt soon. If Aunt Donna was going to train Debbie in this kind of strange act, maybe she would go to bed with John and train him in more traditional ways of sex too. Yes, he wanted to fuck his aunt a great deal.
Donna looked down on the boy who looked up at her and understood his yearning for her.
And the aunt felt a similar yearning for him. He was a stud. She had seen how well he had fucked his sister and she was certain that he would be able to fuck her just as well. And he had that lean muscled body and that soft blond hair and that boyish face. He was just the kind of stud that she had often thought about. She was certain that John would be able to make her really enjoy the in and out of traditional, man-woman sex. Donna felt her pussy quake with desire for him as he knelt there with his sister binding his hands together.
But she knew that she could not fuck him now. First he had to suffer under Debbie. First he had to help Donna train his sister for that fine profession that would make the girl a lot of money.
Donna turned her back and moved to the wall. She picked out some more instruments of bondage and torture for Debbie to use on her twin brother.
She brought them back and Debbie stood up. John knelt between the sexy, naked females as Donna handed the girl the leather ball on the strap.
"Fix this around his face and slam the ball into his mouth," she said. "And keep talking to him, Debbie. Talk as much as you want to talk. It thrills me, I know."
John did not say anything, but he knew that his aunt was right. His sister's words did thrill him and put into his mind all kinds of ideas that were sexy and wonderful. And he also knew that Debbie would have no trouble talking. She had been blabbing away all of her life.
"John," the girl said. "You fucking boy. You worthless piece of manure. You think that you are so much more mature than I am, but you are wrong. I am the older one, I am the one who was ready to come out of the womb on the day that we were born. I am the one who-"
Debbie paused in her little lecture of her brother and worked the ball into his mouth and tied the leather around his head. Then she thought of the perfect thing to say to him, the thing that could torture him more than anything else. She would torture him by repeating that one word that he hated more than any other. He could not correct her now. He could not utter one word with that ball in his mouth.
"Johnny," she said. "Johnny. Johnny. Johnny."
Every time she said that word, that name that he hated now, he flinched with a jerking motion and his muscles tightened.
She almost danced in her glee. She knew then that she had him just where she had always wanted him. She kept saying the word.
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny."
Then she looked at her aunt with an eagerness in her girlish, blue eyes.
"What now, Aunt Donna?" she chirped. "What can I do to Johnny now?"
When she said that name again, she put emphasis on it, stretching it out as if she were tasting the sweetness of the boyish name with her tongue and her brother tensed his body again in pain, emotional pain.
But his cock was getting harder and harder and longer and stronger and more manly.
He was looking at his aunt and he was thinking that, if he could fuck her, he would show her that he was not a boy, not a Johnny. He would show her that he was a real man, a stud. He would make her call him John, only John, a man's name, a stud's name.
He would be John the stud to his beautiful aunt if he could only fuck her once.
Donna handed Debbie the long strip of leather with the handle on it.
"Beat him with this," she said to the girlish blonde. "Beat your brother with this. It will not cut him. It will only sting and give him the pain that will really turn him on."
John was looking straight at Donna's black-haired cunt when she said that.
All right, the boy decided, he was willing to suffer under his sister if he could fuck the woman, his aunt. He wanted to prove to his aunt that he was a man, a real and sexy man, a John.
"Johnny," the girl said, almost squealing the name.
Debbie was standing behind her brother and she thought that she might as well stay there. That way he would not be able to watch her beat him. He would not know when the next stinging blow was coming to his flesh.
"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. Johnny."
Donna backed up, moved away from the boy and the girl and smiled at both of them.
She knew then that Debbie would be great when she was trained, when she turned professional.
She knew than that Debbie had that sadistic, girlish quality that would make her a well-rounded pro. She might even be better than Donna, the aunt thought, as the aunt had ended up better than her teacher.
And then Debbie grinned and raised the strip of leather high into the air and brought it down on her twin brother's back. The naked, bound stud flinched with the pain and Donna saw the tears come into his blue eyes.
"Johnny," the girl snarled.
And he flinched again and Donna thought that, in a way, the name hurt him more than the sting of the leather.
Then Debbie hit him again on the top of the shoulder and again on the other shoulder.
She began to beat him with a steady, ruthless rhythm and she grinned all the way through the beating.
Donna liked that grin on the girl's face. She knew that that grin meant that Debbie was a real sadistic sexpot, that she would do well in the big city.
And the girl continued to chant the name.
"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny."
Each time she struck her brother, she would give him the name. It was as if she were beating the name into him, Donna thought, beating back his manhood as his cock got stronger and longer.
But John kept his eyes on his aunt, even as his sister beat him and suddenly Donna could not stand it any longer. She just had to feel that cock, that prick that had become so manly, in her wet and quivering cunt.
"Stop, Debbie!" she cried. "Stop beating him and untie his hands! Quickly!"
The teen-aged blonde did not understand what was going on really, but she did as her aunt told her to do.
She dropped the leather strip and went down on her knees behind her jerking brother and she loosened the leather that held his wrists together. By the time John's hands were free, Donna was lying on the floor in front of him with her legs spread wide.
"Johnny," she sighed. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt."
"John," the boy snarled in anger. "It is John. When I fuck you, you will know that it is John."
And the young man knew that he wanted to fuck his aunt. He had taken the ball out of his mouth by himself quickly so that he could speak to her and. tell her that he wanted to fuck her.
But he did not have to tell her. He looked at his aunt as she trembled there on the floor.
She was so sexy and so beautiful, he thought, and she wanted him so much.
He knew that she was turned on by the sight of his humiliation.
And he figured as he crawled to her that, if it took this kind of torture to turn her on, he was willing to endure anything. He was going to fuck her and prove that he was John, not Johnny, John.
He positioned himself over his aunt and growled down at her with a manly voice.
"John," he said, "my name is John."
And then he put his hands under her ass and lifted her up and aimed his cock at her pussy. He had only fucked Debbie, his twin sister, up to this time. Now he was going to fuck his sexy aunt.
He slammed his cock into her wet, pink slash, forcing her pussy open and giving her pleasure as he dug into her. His aunt lifted her legs and tightened them around his back and she moaned as he started to fuck her.
"Oh, slam it to me, John. John. John. John."
He drove into her with gusto and started to fuck her, to pull his cock in and out of his sexy aunt. As he heard her moan his mature and real name, he looked back over his shoulder, looked back at his sister and grinned.
"John," he muttered to Debbie.
"John!" his aunt cried under him. "Fuck my hot cunt, John!"
And then he turned his attention back to his aunt and fucked her with all of his manly might as his sister watched and smiled at him and felt very happy for her mature and sexy stud of a brother.