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Birthday Present - 2
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)

***

This is the second part of my story "Birthday Present" 
which resides in directory 42. I hadn't really planned 
to continue it, but someone wanted to know what 
happened next. So here you have it. There will probably 
be at least one more part to follow. (MF, nc, v, bd, 
tor)

***

The leather strap on the end of Wendy's crop makes a 
wicked snapping sound as Wendy brings it down hard onto 
the pink, tender skin of my cock. Each stroke is 
excruciatingly painful, first a sharp sting, followed 
by a lingering burning ache. And every stroke seems 
harder than the last. I have no idea how long she does 
this, whipping up and down the entire length of the 
shaft from base to just beneath the head, but when 
she's finally finished I'm sweating and shaking with 
pain.

Ignoring my muffled pleas for mercy, Wendy takes my 
tortured cock in her hand and begins stroking it. Her 
delicate fingers grip the shaft, squeezing and pumping 
it up and down. She runs her thumb up past the glans 
and over the head of my cock on every up stroke, 
slicking it with the pre-cum that is oozing from the 
tip. Ordinarily this would feel amazing. But right now 
it just exaggerates how raw and tender her whip has 
left me. I grunt with a mixture of pain and pleasure as 
she jacks me off faster and faster.

Then she stops. She holds the shaft of my cock in her 
hand and uses her other hand to lift her crop up into 
view. She gives me just a second to anticipate, to 
shake my head frantically and try to speak around the 
gag in my mouth, to plead with her not to do what I 
know she's about to do.

With a smile she brings her whip down directly onto the 
swollen purple head of my cock. The stinging, burning 
pain I felt before is nothing compared to the agony 
Wendy is inflicting now. I scream into my gag, 
desperately pulling on my restraints. Even through the 
pain I'm aware of two things...

First is Wendy's malicious smile as she focuses 
intently on what she's doing, studying my reactions and 
watching carefully to see what physical effect her whip 
has on my cock with every stroke.

The second thing I can't help but notice, even as the 
pain steals ever other bit of conscious thought from my 
mind, is the sound. The horrible, electric "snap" sound 
of every blow that echoes through the room. I'm 
reminded of Wendy's comment earlier, that my wife was 
just in the next room and that she would be listening 
to everything going on. I imagine her sitting on the 
sofa, casually reading a book perhaps, and enjoying the 
sounds of my torture as they echo throughout the house.

Finally Wendy stops. She's panting a little bit, either 
from the exertion of her savage whipping or, more 
likely, from the excitement of it. She's flushed, her 
skin pink and sparkling with the first sheen of sweat.

"This is more fun that I thought it would be," she 
says. "You have no idea how sexy you look when you're 
struggling like that, Paul. To see your face, to watch 
you BEG me with your eyes to stop hurting you. God, 
it's amazing."

She reaches down and takes hold of my balls. I scream 
again, terrified of the threats Wendy had made, her 
promise to whip my balls once she was finished with my 
cock. But instead she lifts them up out of the way and 
uses her crop to whip my exposed asshole.

It's an entirely different kind of pain now. It still 
stings and burns, but the pain is almost secondary to 
the strange humiliation I feel. No one has ever touched 
me there, let alone whipped me like this. 

After a little bit of that she goes back to whipping my 
cock, only this time she reaches her free hand down 
between her own legs and begins to play with herself, 
watching as my cock bounces back and forth while she 
whips it. She's moaning and writhing, clearly turned on 
and enjoying what she's doing.

Suddenly she stops and begins to undress. This is a 
weird moment for me, because I've always longed to see 
her naked. But I know this is just a prelude to another 
kind of torture. Still I can't help but watch as she 
strips naked, giving me my first look at her perfectly 
tanned body, lithe and petite, with small, pert little 
breasts and a neatly trimmed pussy.

Now she starts loosening the ball-gag in my mouth.

"I'm going to use your mouth, Paul," she says. "My 
sister says you're pretty good with that tongue. Well 
you'd better be. I'm so turned on right now that I'm 
considering giving you a chance... a very, very slim 
chance. If you can satisfy me with your mouth, maybe, 
just MAYBE I'll think about not whipping those balls of 
yours."

She straddles my face before I can really say anything. 
Lowering herself onto my mouth facing the foot of the 
bed she takes hold of my cock again.

"Make me cum, Paul. I mean it. I'm still going to whip 
you, even harder and faster than before. I'm still 
going to be merciless to this cock. And I don't care 
how much it hurts or how hard it is for you to focus. 
You will make me cum harder than I have ever cum in my 
entire life, do you understand. If you can satisfy me 
one hundred and FIFTY percent than I'll consider not 
whipping your balls."

She grinds herself into my mouth. I take my first taste 
of my sister-in-law, flicking out my tongue and finding 
her hard, button-like clit. She's soaking wet, her 
labia swollen and hot. Listening to her, clinging to 
the tiny hope she's offering me, I do my best to please 
her.

"Make it good, Paul," she continues. "If you want even 
the slightest bit of mercy from me tonight than you had 
better be the best mouth I have ever even IMAGINED. If 
I don't cum so hard I can't even stand it than I'll be 
ever more brutal to you than I'd planned."

With that she starts whipping the head of my cock 
again. And she meant it when she said she'd do it 
harder and faster. The pain is even more intense now, 
and I moan and cry out into her pussy. That obviously 
turns her on and she whips harder still. I try with all 
my strength to concentrate on what I'm doing with my 
mouth. Wendy is moving against me, grinding herself 
down onto my face while she leans forward to work her 
whip.

Eventually I hear her gasp and feel her legs tense, 
clenching around my head. She stops whipping me as she 
throws her head back, gripping the sheets in her fists. 
My mouth floods with her juices as she cums over and 
over again, shaking and moaning, almost screaming with 
pleasure. My jaw aches and my tongue is exhausted, but 
I keep working her, licking and fucking her, sucking 
her clit and nipping it with my teeth. I do everything 
I can to keep her cumming. She certainly SOUNDS 
satisfied, crying out loudly. Apparently she's what is 
commonly referred to as a "screamer".

At last she's finished and she collapses onto the bed 
beside me. I listen to her labored breathing as her 
orgasm slowly fades. My entire body aches from 
straining against my bondage. There's a slow, creeping 
burning pain spreading out from my crotch. And my head 
is reeling with the fear of what might still be coming.

And then Pam enters the room. Up to this point I could 
have convinced myself that Wendy had been lying about 
my wife's involvement. Even though I knew... I knew Pam 
was aware SOMETHING was going on because she's the one 
that tied me up like this. But till now I could pretend 
that Wendy's claims of her sister being in the other 
room listening to and even approving of everything 
happening to me were just meant to torture me further. 

But now I have the proof. Pam really is here, and 
clearly she really does know what's going on. And she 
also really does approve. I can tell because she comes 
into the room carrying something.

A birthday cake... complete with lit candles.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy 
birthday, dear Wendy. Happy birthday to you."

Wendy sits up on the bed and laughs.

"Aw, that's so sweet," she says.

"I couldn't very well let you have a birthday party 
without a cake, could I," my wife says. "Now, make a 
wish and blow out your candles."

Wendy moans with mischievous glee at the thought of 
making a wish. She leans forward to blow out the 
candles and Pam interrupts.

"Oh wait, not this one," she says, quickly lifting a 
candle off the cake. It's much larger than the others, 
all of which look to be regular skinny little birthday 
candles. The one Pam spares looks like a regular white 
wax taper candle. She takes it off and sets it in a 
candle holder on the bedside table, still lit. "Okay, 
now."

Wendy blows out all the candles and they both clap and 
laugh. Pam cuts the cake and gives Wendy a slice on a 
paper plate.

"Well Wendy, it sounded like you hand a pretty good 
time in here."

"Oh god, it was amazing. You're right, he is pretty 
good with his mouth."

"Yeah, what about the rest of it? Was it everything you 
were hoping for?"

"Even better, actually. I had no idea how satisfying it 
would be to punish him like that. You should try it."

They both laugh. Suddenly I realize that I'm still 
ungagged. My mouth aches from Wendy's ride earlier, so 
I just let out a little whimper... just loud enough to 
be heard. They both ignore me though.

"So... what did you wish for," Pam asks innocently.

"I can't tell you or it won't come true," Wendy smirks.

"This time I PROMISE it will. Go ahead, tell me."

Wendy leans close and whispers into Pam's ear for a 
minute. Pam smiles and stands up.

"Well," she says, "It IS your birthday. Birthday wishes 
should always come true."

"...please," I whisper, finally finding my voice enough 
to speak out loud. "Please untie me now."

Both women look down at me.

"Oh no, sweetheart," Pam says, addressing me directly 
for the first time since entering the room. "Wendy's 
birthday isn't over. It's only 7 o'clock. She's got 24 
hours worth of presents from me. She gets you till 5pm 
tomorrow."

"No please. C'mon, enough is enough... I can't take any 
more of this..."

Wendy stuffs the ball-gag back into my mouth.

"I have barely even started with you, Paul," she says. 
"It's only been two hours. I've got 22 more to go."

I shake my head in fear and frustration. Pam comes over 
and sits beside her sister, looking down into my eyes.

"I heard Wendy telling you earlier about how I'd agreed 
to this. Well it's true. Not only did I agree to let 
her have her way with you, I encouraged it. This was my 
idea, after all. I've been planning on doing this for 
her for months now. I've been fantasizing about what 
sorts of things my sweet little sister would do to you 
for a long, long time. And she really did spell it all 
out for me. She told me in graphic detail the ways she 
wanted to use and abuse you, Paul. And I have eagerly 
agreed with all of it."

She bends down and kisses my cheek, then whispers into 
my ear...

"I've been listening to her tonight. I've heard her 
whipping you. I've heard you mumbling and trying to beg 
her for mercy. And I've been PRAYING that she wouldn't 
show you any. And believe me, she won't. It's about to 
get much, much worse."

She stands up and moves to the door. She tells Wendy to 
go ahead and use that leftover candle, the one she took 
off the cake. 

"We talked about the candle thing a couple of times so 
I thought you could play with that while I go make your 
birthday wish come true."

After Pam has left the room, Wendy takes the candle off 
the side table and goes back down between my spread 
legs.

"I'm not even close to done hurting you, Paul," she 
says. With that she tilts the candle and lets a 
scalding splash of hot wax drop right onto the head of 
my cock. Again I try to scream through the gag, but 
Wendy just keeps right on burning me. She covers every 
inch of my cock from head to base, enjoying watching me 
squirm in anticipation as each drop slowly forms and 
hangs for a fraction of a second before falling onto my 
tortured member.

And then I hear the doorbell, followed by voices in the 
hallway.

Well what do you know," she says sarcastically. "Wishes 
DO come true."

She winks at me and blows out the candle.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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