Chapter 7
They stood at their places in Jane's basement. Jane was wearing the same outfit Joe had given her at his house - the tight sweater and the short skirt with nothing underneath. 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. The door closed and 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?"
Chuck watched through the peephole in the bathroom wall.
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.
Jane said nervously. She started to say something more, but had to swallow a gulp in her throat.
Paul looked at her face more closely. "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 puzzled. "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 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 stupified. "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. "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 entangled 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 tits, 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, as he watched, 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 out 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 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. She wiped the tears from her face but 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, 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 nervously. "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 her 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, swallowed 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 tumbled 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 broadly. 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 been 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. 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, Jane?"
"Yes . . ." Jane gasped. "Yes . . . oh yes . . ." Chuck pulled and 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 again and 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?"
"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. "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 tits.
"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!"
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 swung 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 were 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 coming 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 through 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 wildly jouncing cunt encasing his nearly bursting cock.
He thought she was coming, but he wasn't sure, and anyway he didn't care anymore. 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 Burkheimer-Jane's father.