Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 2 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                        HURTING JILL
                      by V.P. Viddler
                     Part Two - The Brother

   Danny was sleeping when Mason came into his room. Mason shook
him awake. "Happy birthday, Danny," Mason said. "I brought you a
birthday present."

   "What?" Danny said. "Huh? Jeez, Dad, what--it's the middle of
the night! What are you--"

   "I couldn't wait," Mason said. "Sorry, son, but the thing is, I
don't think you'll mind when you find out what this present is. I
don't think you'll mind a bit."

   "But--what--what is it, Dad?" Danny said.

   "I'll bring it in now," Mason said, turning on the light. "You
ready?"

   "I guess so," Danny said, mystified.

   "Okay," Mason said. "I'll just get it for you."

   In the hall, Jill was waiting.

   "Okay," Mason said.

   "Daddy," Jill said. "Please. I don't want to do this. Not with
him. Somebody else--anybody you say, Daddy--but not him. Please,
Daddy. Please."

   Mason shook his head. "What a stubborn little girl," Mason said.
Grabbing Jill by the hair again, Mason pulled upward, bringing a
loud cry from  Jill and forcing her up onto her toes. "Let's go,"
Mason said. "Let's go, little birthday present." And still holding
Jill strainingly straight with his grip on her hair, Mason walked
her, on her toes, into her brother's room.

   Danny, sitting up in bed, was still half-asleep; but he came
instantly fully awake as Mason brought Jill into his room, his eyes
wide with astonishment, his mouth dropping open, staring at the
astounding sight of his hitherto haughty, snobbish, usually
contemptuous big sister, completely naked, that forbidden body
totally bared to him, with her hands bound behind her back, being
led helplessly toward his bed by his father, his hand pulling at
her hair, walking painfully on her toes, her luscious legs rippling
and flexing with strain, her fantastic nude breasts bobbing and
rolling, nipples stiff and pointing--his sister  Jill--was this all
a dream?--and his father had said that this was--his birthday
present?

   "Christ!" Danny said hoarsely, not trusting this vision. "Holy
Jesus Christ!"

   "Happy birthday, Danny," Mason said. "And here is your present.
Do you like it?"

   Jill was not looking at him. Danny had to swallow. "Dad-- what--
is this a joke or--Christ!"

   "No joke, son," Mason said. "I'm giving you Jill for your
birthday. You can play with her all you want. Isn't that right,
Jill?"

   "Daddy--" Jill said.

   Mason pulled upward still more, bringing Jill to the tips of her
toes. "Isn't it?" Mason said.

   "Yes!" Jill said. "Yes, Daddy."

   "Right," Mason said. "Now wish your brother a happy birthday."

   "I--" Jill said, in a low voice. "I--Happy birthday, Danny."

   "Christ!" Danny said.

   "How about singing it, Jill," Mason said. "A birthday isn't
complete without the happy birthday song, you know. Sing `Happy
Birthday' to your brother."

   "Daddy," Jill said. "For god's sake--"

   Mason twisted his hand, bringing a loud hissing sound from Jill
as she writhed, trying to ease that pressure, her hands pulling
vainly at their bonds.

   "You see, son," Mason said, "Jill digs pain. It hurts her like
hell, and she can't stand it, but it turns her on too. That makes
her crazy. That's how you can control her. You got it? Pain. Like
this."

   Jill was sobbing now, and when Mason let go of her hair she bent
forward, gasping and crying, her hands clutching at nothing as the
bound wrists restrained them, until Mason commanded her to stop and
straighten up, which the still gasping girl did.

   "All right," Mason said. "Now sing."

   And with a quivering, almost inaudible voice, breathless and
gasping, standing unsteadily in front of him, though still not able
to look at him, Jill began to sing. "H-Happy birthday--to-- you,"
Jill got out, with much effort. "Happy--b-birthday to you-- Happy--
birthday--dear--D-D-Danny--Hap-Happy birthday--to--you."

   "That's the girl," Mason said. "Now tell your brother that you
are his birthday gift, and that he can do anything he wants with
you. Anything at all. And that you'll do your best to be good for
him. Tell him that."

   Jill was biting at her lip.

   "Tell him," Mason said.

   "I--" Jill said. Now she looked at him finally, one swift,
momentary glance, then looked away again. Danny was beginning to
encompass this now, the total enormity of this astonishing
situation. Danny was now starting to appreciate what was going on--
not only his snobby sister's sudden availability, her nakedness and
his inexplicably promised access to her body, but her helplessness,
her servility, her humiliation and shame and degradation. All this
was most arousing to him, and his cock was stiff and throbbing
beneath his blanket. "I--" Jill said. "D- Danny, I'm--I'm your
birthday present. And--and you can do anything you want to me. And
I-I'll be--I'll try to--to be good for you."

   "Damn!" Danny said.

   "How about it, son," Mason said. "Do you like your present?"

   "Hell, yes!" Danny said. "God, Dad, I--this is--I can't--I mean,
how did you--what did--"

   "Don't worry about that, son," Mason said. "Just enjoy it. Now.
What would you like Jill to do first?" 

   "Christ!" Danny said.

   Mason reached out and pulled Danny's covers off. Danny was
naked, his cock standing up tall and throbbing. "Well, that's a
start," Mason said. "Jill, how about sucking on Danny's cock for
him. Just to start things off. What do you say, son. Would you like
your sister to suck your cock for you? She's got quite a talented
mouth, our Jill."

   "Damn!" Danny said. "Sure!"

   "On your knees, Jill," Mason said. "Down on the floor, on your
knees, like a good little slave girl, and suck Danny's cock. And do
it good, Jill. Go on."

   Jill barely hesitated, but Mason put his hand in her hair again,
twisting, and forcing Jill down onto her knees beside Danny's bed.
"That's just right," Mason said, letting go. "Now take it in your
mouth, Jill. And suck the hell out of it."

   Jill, gasping, and with tears in her eyes, slowly bent her head
to her brother's crotch, and, opening her mouth, took his cock
inside it. Danny caught his breath sharply, then moaned as her soft
lips closed around him. An occasional sob still came from Jill's
throat as she began to suck that hard young cock, head bobbing up
and down, kneeling there on the hard floor with her wrists bound
behind her.

   "Oh, Christ!" Danny said. "Oh Jesus god, that's good, oh shit,
Dad, I can't--it's--oh my god--"

   "Good, isn't she?" Mason said. "Look at that mouth! Don't stop,
Jill. I'm sure Danny would love to come in your mouth. That's it.
That's a fine little cocksucker. Isn't your sister a good little
cocksucker, Danny?"

   "Damn!" Danny said. "Yes--Jesus--yeah, a great--great
cocksucker. Oh god, sis, that's great, Jill, you're a great
cocksucker, Jill, you bitch, I love doing this to you, shit,
cocksucking bitch, I always dreamed about this, having you this way
and fucking you too. I can fuck her too, can't I, Dad?" 

    "Of course," Mason said. "You can do anything you want to her,
just as Jill said."

   A sobbing sound came from Jill.

   "And if she gives you any trouble," Mason said, "hurt her. And
she'll do anything."

   "Shit," Danny said. "I can't stand it, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna
shoot--"

   "Good," Mason said. "Jill will swallow it for you. Won't you,
Jill?"

   "Nnngghh," Jill said, and Danny, with a shout, shot into her
mouth, and Jill swallowed it. All.

   "Okay," Mason said. "I think I can leave you two alone now.
Jill, I think you should stay right there and hold Danny's cock in
your mouth until it gets good and hard again, and then he can
figure out what he wants to do with you. Good night, son. Enjoy
your present. And happy birthday again."

   "Thanks, Dad," Danny said, and Mason left, closing Danny's door
behind him.

   It wasn't long at all until Danny's cock was again stiff and
eager within Jill's clasping mouth. "Okay, sis," Danny said. "I
want to fuck you now."

   Jill slowly took her mouth from his cock. "Danny," Jill said.
"Look. This is--I mean, we can--"

   "What's wrong, Jill?" Danny said. "Don't you want to fuck your
sweet little brother?"

   Jill's eyes blazed at him. "You cockroach!" Jill said. "I'd
rather fuck a pig, and you know it."

   "Yeah," Danny said. "I know that, all right. That's why this is
gonna be so much fun."

   "Look," Jill said. "We can make a deal here, okay? If you--"

   "Forget it," Danny said. "I want your body and now I'm gonna get
it. Now get up here on this bed. Or do I have to call Dad back in?"

   "I don't care what you do, you little turd," Jill said. Slowly
she got to her feet, awkwardly because of her bound hands. "How
about untying me?" Jill said. "Just take this off and  I'll--"

   "Hell, no--I like you that way," Danny said. "Now lay down here
and spread those gorgeous legs for me. This is gonna be a kick and
a half, big sister."

   "All right," Jill said. "All right, you bastard. Get your
kicks." And Jill lay down next to Danny on his bed, her bound hands
crushed beneath her, her torso arching slightly as a result, her
breasts upthrusting, her legs straight.

   "Damn," Danny said, touching her, running his hands over her
amazing body. "To think this body is mine now."

   "Just do it, damn you," Jill said tightly.

   Danny rolled over on top of her. "Open your legs, sis," Danny
said; and with only the briefest of hesitations, Jill did. Danny
rejoiced in his sister's enforced submission to him. "Look at me,
sis," Danny said, relishing his power and Jill's humiliation. "Look
at me as I take you." And with Jill staring straight up into his
eyes, Danny slid himself inside her. Slowly. Watching Jill's eyes.
Taking her. All the way.

   "I'm fucking you, Jill," Danny said, moving slowly. "I'm fucking
my gorgeous snotty sister. How do you like it, Jill?"

   "Bastard!" Jill said.

   "Hey, Jill," Danny said, moving. "Is it true what Dad said?
About you liking pain? Is that right?"

   "Go to hell," Jill said.

   "I bet it is," Danny said. "I just bet it is." And now Danny
brought his right hand up to Jill's hair, as he had seen his father
do. Jill flinched automatically. Danny took a fistful of that long
yellow hair and slowly, gradually and deliberately tightened his
fist around it, pulling at it, pulling hard, until Jill was gasping
with the pain. 

   "Danny--Danny, don't--"

   But Danny didn't stop. Jill's torso was starting to twitch now,
and her breathing was rapid. "Danny--please--Danny--"

   "You do," Danny said triumphantly. "You do like it. You do!
Don't you, sis. You love it. Right Jill? Right, big sister? It gets
you crazy. Doesn't it?"

   "Yes!" Jill said. "All right. Yes. All right. Yes. Do it. Do it
to me, do it, hurt me, Danny, all right--" Jill's body was writhing
now, her hips moving faster in rhythm with his thrusts. "Hurt me,
do it to me, yes, I love it, yes, I want it, it hurts, hurt me,
yes, god, hurt me Danny, I'll--I'll--"

   "You sweet bitch," Danny said, pulling hard at her hair,
pounding at her body. "I've got you now, you stuck-up cocksucker,
I've got you now, you're mine now, you hear me, Jill? Mine."

   "Yes!" Jill said, moaning. "All right, Danny, yes, hurt me, yes,
I want it, I'll do anything for you, I'm your slave, Danny do it
AUUURRRGGGHHHH!" Jill's legs were wound around him now, clutching
him against her squirming, twisting body, and Danny was coming, and
Jill was coming, and it all blew up and Danny burst inside her as
Jill's body paroxysmed and shook and collapsed.

   Danny stayed on top of her, loving the sensations of Jill's soft
but firm breasts flattening against his chest, Jill's thighs
stretched apart by his body, Jill's torso rising and falling
against him with her rapid breathing, and knowing that he was
crushing Jill's bound arms beneath her body with his weight on her.
Jill, moaning occasionally with the pain, was also getting off on
it in her way. Danny put his hands on Jill's breasts, clutching
them tightly, occasionally clamping his hands around them savagely,
to watch what it did to her, the agony and the passion in her face,
and to savor the thrill of that body stiffening and squirming
beneath him.

   "Damn, Jill," Danny said. "Damn, you're something all right. And
I bet Mom is still thinking you're a virgin, too." 

   Jill bit her lip in pain as he clamped her breast, but nodded.
"Daddy did, too," Jill said. "Until tonight."

   "Tell me about that," Danny said, and Jill did, moaning as he
played with her.

   "I think I understand something else too," Dnny said. "You're a
lousy student, sis, and I always wondered how you got such good
marks. Now I think I know. Like this last term, you got all A's and
B's, right? Now I know how you did it. Don't I?"

   Jill gave him a small grin. "Yes," Jill said. "Five subjects and
I didn't have to crack a book."

   "Because all your teachers were men, right?"

   "Four of them," Jill said. "The fifth was a woman who likes
girls."

   "Christ!" Danny said, hurting her. "Tell me all about it, sis."

   "All right," Jill said. "I'll tell you about Mr. Jarvis. You'll
like that."

   "Jarvis? The math guy?"

   "Yes."

   "He's about fifty years old!"

   "Right. I had to work on that one. Most of them, I'd go to their
office and lock the door and start taking my clothes off, and that
would be that. I'd be down on the floor with them or lying across
their desk as they took me or sitting on their laps in their chair,
or sucking them off on my knees, or something. But Jarvis was
tough. Until I found out what he liked."

   "What?" Danny said.

   "To hit me with this long thin wooden ruler he had. On my
breasts."

   "Jesus!"

   "Yeah. He'd make me lie across his desk, with my head hanging
off one side, and he'd stand behind me and start whacking me with
this thing, and damn hard too, right on my breasts, one at a time,
taking turns with them. When he did this so many times that I'd
start to scream, he'd stick his cock in my mouth and I had to suck
him off, upside-down. And he didn't stop hitting me while I did it,
either."

   "Christ!" Danny said, fondling Jill's breasts. "That must hurt!"

   "It hurts like hell!" Jill said.

   "But you liked it, right?" Danny said.

   "Why?" Jill said, a little breathlessly. "Do you want to do that
to me?"

   "Yeah," Danny said. "But not just that. I have something else in
mind for these gorgeous things." And he squeezed Jill's breasts as
hard as he could.

   "Aaugghh!" Jill said. "What--what do you have in mind?"

   "You might not like it," Danny said.

   "Tell me," Jill said.

   Danny looked straight into Jill's eyes. "I want to burn them,"
Danny said.

   Jill caught her breath sharply.

   "Burn--burn them?" Jill said faintly.

   "That's right," Danny said. "With cigarettes. Just like in all
the dirty books. You think you'd like that, Jill?"

   "No," Jill said.

   "You sure?" Danny said.

   "Danny--Jesus--"

   "You're hot, Jill. Your nipples are all stiff."

   "I know," Jill said.

   "You want it," Danny said.

   "No," Jill said. "Oh god, oh Jesus, Danny, I don't--I--"

   "I want to do it," Danny said.

   "Danny," Jill said.

   "What?" Danny said.

   "Take me," Jill said. "Do it to me, Danny. Fuck me. Now." 

   "Ask me nice," Danny said.

   "Please," Jill said. "Please, Danny, please do it, please fuck
me, Danny, I'm begging you. I'm begging you now, please fuck me,
fuck my body, take it, please, Danny, I want it, please--"

   And Danny did...