Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 3 
Keywords:  (mf, inc, pain, bondage etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                         HURTING JILL
                       by V.P. Viddler
                  Part Three - The Drugstore

    Jill didn't smoke, nor did Danny, so that night they went to a
local drugstore to buy cigarettes. The boy behind the counter was
Mitch, whose father owned that store, and who was in Jill's class
at school.

   "All right," Danny said to Jill. "You get them."

   Jill, looking at him for a long moment, shrugged then and
approached the counter. "Hi, Jill," Mitch said.

   "Hi, Mitch," Jill said. "Uh--I want a pack of cigarettes."

   "You do?" Mitch said. "What kind?"

   "I don't know," Jill said. "Anything."

   "King size," Danny said. "They last longer."

   Jill gave a tiny shudder.

   Mitch got a pack and Jill paid for it. "I didn't know you
smoked, Jill," Mitch said. Mitch was short and dark and not good-
looking. "I never saw you smoking or anything."

   "She doesn't," Danny said. "Nor do I, if you want to know."

   "Oh," Mitch said. "But--I mean why do you want cigarettes for
then?"

   "Jill," Danny said. "Tell him what they're for."

   Jill stared at him, flushing. "Danny--"

   "Go on," Danny said. "Tell him."

   "Danny, look--"

   "Tell him, Jill," Danny said.

   Jill stood a moment, then turned back to Mitch. She took a long
breath. "Danny's going to burn me with them," Jill said slowly. "On
my breasts."

   Mitch stared at Jill, stunned, his mouth dropping, obviously not
crediting what he had hears. Jill was moving away, but Danny
stopped her.

   "Jill," Danny said in a low voice, "ask him if he'd like to
watch."

   Jill stood stricken. "What?" Jill said, croaking it.

   "Ask him if he'd like to watch," Danny said.

   "Danny--" Jill said. "Danny, wait--listen--"

   "Ask him," Danny said.

   "I can't--Danny no--I can't do--oh god--"

   "Do it," Danny said.

   "You bastard," Jill said. And Jill walked back to Mitch's
counter. Danny saw that Jill was flushing, and her breasts rising
and falling rapidly. Humiliation and passion. Danny's blood was
burning.

   "Mitch," Jill said, her voice low but clear. "Would you like to
watch Danny burn me?"

   Mitch was so flabbergasted that he could hardly make a sound,
but he managed to nod rapidly.

   "Okay," Danny said. "You got it, Mitch. Why don't you lock up
now so nobody will disturb us, okay?"

   Swiftly Mitch locked the door and blacked out the store windows,
coming back to join them by the counter.

   "Danny," Jill said unsteadily. "Right now?"

   "Right now," Danny said. "Right here. Strip down, Jill."

   Jill swallowed. She cast a swift glance at Mitch, who stood
staring dumfoundedly at her, then at Danny, then down to the floor.
Jill's hands were shaking slightly as she brought them to the front
of her dark brown blouse and began fumblingly to unbutton it.
Though Jill's shaking hands, flushing face, and bitings at her lip
displayed her fright and humiliation, Danny also saw that Jill's
bosom was rising and falling rapidly, and that her nipples poked
hard little bumps in the silk of her blouse. Jill finally got all
the buttons undone and, still without looking at them, she slid it
off, dropping it onto the floor. A small hiss came from Mitch as
Jill's upper torso was thus revealed, although Jill was wearing a
black brassiere to contain the sensuous bulging of her firm,
upright young breasts.

   Jill stood still for a moment, as though awaiting a new command;
but Danny simply waited, saying nothing. And Jill, after a moment,
slowly reached with both hands behind her back and undid the clasp
of her bra. Danny could hear Mitch's rapid, open- mouthed
breathing. Jill swallowed, hard. And then slid the bra straps off
her shoulders. And allowed it to fall away. Now a loud gasp from
Mitch, followed by a small moan. Danny smiled.

   "Nice, aren't they, Mitch?" Danny said.

   "Jesus!" Mitch said.

   "You want to feel them a little?" Danny said. "Before they get
all burned up?"

   "Christ, Danny!" Jill said.

   "Go to him," Danny said.

   Jill did. And stood still, her eyes now blazing at Danny, as
Mitch played happily with her breasts, touching and stroking and
pinching and clutching and making harsh whimpering sounds in his
throat.

   "Okay," Danny said, and Jill stepped back. The mixture of anger
and humiliation in her face was replaced by a different kind of mix
as Danny took up the cigarette pack, tore it open and pulled a
cigarette from it, putting it in his mouth--a mix of fright,
pleading and passion. Her body was quivering with terror, but her
hard nipples tightened still more, throbbing with that
uncontrollable lust for pain. With wide eyes Jill was watching as
Danny struck a match to light that instrument of coming agony. She
swallowed again.

   "I'll scream," Jill said, in a barely audible voice.

   "You know what to do about that," Danny said.

   Jill nodded. With her shaking hands she took hold of the short
black skirt she was wearing, pulling it up high on her thighs, then
reached beneath it to pull down her panties. Stepping out of them
awkwardly, Jill now straightened up with the panties in her hand,
and, as she had done for her father, stuffed them completely into
her mouth, jamming them in until nothing of them remained outside,
and that mouth was packed so full that nothing but the faintest
sounds could escape it. As Jill had no stockings this time, Danny
told Mitch to give her his necktie, which Mitch swiftly did, and
Jill tied it tightly around her head to hold that panty-gag in
place.

   "Okay," Danny said. "Now come to me."

   Jill's luscious legs looked as if they might collapse as,
slowly, the girl moved stiffly toward where her brother was
standing, that brightly glowing cigarette still in his mouth,
though as Jill approached he took it from his lips, holding it in
his hand. Jill stopped about two feet from him and stood still, her
body trembling harder now. Jill's soft brown eyes gradually rose
until they were looking straight into his, melting with fright and
lust and shame and wanting and horror and passion. Danny looked
back at her.

   "Jill," Danny said. "I'm going to burn you now."

   "I know," Jill said. Danny understood what she was saying,
although what came through that gag was "Nngg-nnnhh."

   "It's going to hurt," Danny said.

   Jill nodded.

   "I'm going to love it," Danny said.

   "Nngg-nnnhh," Jill said. I know.

   "You want me to do it to you," Danny said. "Don't you, Jill?"

   Jill closed her eyes for a brief moment; then she was looking
again into his. Slowly, Jill nodded her head.

   "All right," Danny said. "Stand still now."

   And Jill did, quaking but not moving, as Danny slowly and
carefully, though firmly, placed the burning tip of that cigarette
directly onto the stiff, quivering pink nipple of Jill's right
breast, and ground it out.

   An unearthly, animalistic sound ripped through Jill's muffling
gag, and she shrank back in an uncontrollable attempt to flee from
that unimaginable pain; but Dnny stayed with her, holding his
cigarette in contact with her flesh until it was thoroughly and
unmistakably out.

   Choking, awful sounds continued to issue from Jill after Danny
had dropped the cigarette, and as he swiftly lit up another, Jill
instinctively shook her head, hands coming up to cover her bosom.

   "Put your hands down, Jill," Danny said. "I want to burn the
other one."

   "Nnnnghh," Jill said pleadingly.

   Danny just waited, and in a minute Jill, her eyes wild, put her
hands down.

   "It was good, wasn't it, Jill?" Danny said.

   "Nnnhhh," Jill said, and it could have meant yes or no.

   Danny puffed his new cigarette into a bright glow and took it in
his hand. Jill, probably without being conscious of it, took a
quick step backward. Danny followed. Jill moved back again, with
Danny stalking her step by step with a sort of grim patience. Until
Jill stood with the counter at her back, unable to go any further.
A thin whining sound was forcing itself through her nostrils.
Terror? Importunement? Anticipation? Her panting was making her
nipples a moving target, but Danny managed to hit his mark. As Jill
shrank away from him, crushing her back against the wooden counter,
Danny deliberately kissed his sister's other nipple with that red-
hot burning tip, not grinding it out this time, but holding it
stubbornly against that tortured flesh until it had smoldered and
extinguished itself of its own accord.

   Jill, howling into the gag and giving out only those pitiful
inhuman gurglings, now sank down to her knees, crouching over and
hugging her body in an overwhelming miasma of agony. Calmly Danny
reached down, took a handful of Jill's hair in his fist, and pulled
upward, bringing Jill scrambling to her feet.

   "I want to do it some more," Danny said.

   "Nnnhh!" Jill said piteously. "Nnngg-nnngghh!" Shaking her head
at him, trying to slide away from his body blocking her way.

   "Mitch," Danny said. "Hold her arms."

   Mitch scurried around behind the counter and, reaching across
it, took hold of Jill's arms, pulling them back. Jill was
struggling, but Mitch got a tight grip on her wrists, pulling on
her arms, so that Jill's body was arched back over the counter top,
arms taut, hips writhing against the hard edge of the counter, her
youthful burn-marked breasts thrusting up and out.

   "That's just perfect," Danny said, coming close to Jill. Jill
was gasping for breath, still trying to fight, body twisting,
pulling vainly against Mitch's grim grip on her arms, flailing legs
vainly trying to kick at Danny as he approached, holding that
glowing symbol of inflicted anguish. Jill's skirt was riding high
up on her thighs. Avoiding those wildly kicking legs, Danny moved
between them, his body now almost touching his sister's.

   "This is nice," Danny said, grinning into Jill's glaring,
glinting eyes. "I could fuck you this way. Would you like me to
fuck you while I burn you, Jill?" Jill shook her head wildly; but
what Danny saw in her eyes told him other things. "Sure you would,"
Danny said. "Mitch, just hike her up a little bit."

   Mitch, moving backwards, tugged harder on Jill's wrists, pulling
painfully at her arms until Jill's body was hauled further up, with
her buttocks now jamming against the counter edge, almost but not
quite high enough to sit on it, and her upper torso straining back
on a slant which did nothing to diminish the taut thrust of her
breasts. "Oh, that's great," Danny said, unzipping his fly. "Just
fantastic." Pulling out his stiff and ready cock.

   Jill made a moaning sound.

   Mitch was staring in astounded shock. "You--you're going to--
with your own sister?" Mitch said, croaking it.

   "With my own sister, that's right," Danny said, grinning. "You
just watch, Mitch buddy. You watch, and hold her real good, and
maybe I'll give you a crack at her too."

   Jill moaned again, and Mitch caught his breath.

   With his free hand, Danny slid Jill's skirt still higher on her
flailing thighs, pushing it up around her waist. Pushing forward,
he parted Jill's legs with his body, until, with her feet off the
floor, they dangled in such an awkward position that Jill was
virtually forced to curl them around his hips, to stop the muscles
cramping and twitching, and to alleviate the strain on her arms by
holding on to him that way. "Good girl," Danny said, and he slid
his cock slowly and easily into Jill's vagina. All the way in. And
then he began to fuck his sister, slowly, almost lazily, sliding
desultorily back and forth inside her. Mitch was goggle-eyed, and
Jill was staring at him with that unholy mixture of fright and
arousal.

   "Now, Jill," Danny said softly, raising the hand with the
cigarette to Jill's breast. High mewling sounds came through Jill's
gag as Danny, with tortuous slowness, brought the burning tip
gradually closer to that flinching flesh. And finally made contact.

   This time Danny allowed Jill to pull away after the first
agonizing touch of fire, savoring the way her body spasmed, hips
jerking, legs going tight around him, vagina clutching
spasmodically around his cock. Again Danny brought that cigarette
down to touch Jill's shrinking breast, kissing it to her pinkish-
red aureola just at the base of the nipple. Again Jill's body
jumped, harder now, and again the cigarette did its painful job.

   Jill was whining continually now, head straining backward,
obviously howling into that firmly-packed gag, as Danny still used
that red-hot cigarette, alternating it between both breasts now,
touching it lightly, then more firmly, burning all over his
sister's tormented breasts, covering their surfaces with hot burns,
and now Danny was moving faster inside her as Jill's body shook and
strained with each touch of fire, twisting, bucking, squirming,
arching, rolling, out of control, and as Danny, his climax bearing
down on him, finally ground out that cigarette viciously into the
flesh of Jill's inner breast, as he shot all he had up into her
belly, exploding again and again and again until it was as though
it would never stop, Jill's wildly spasming body, frantically
clutching legs and muffled howlings and shriekings gave rise to a
suspicion that it may not have been agony alone that was driving
her so out of her mind that way.

   Soon afterwards, a moaning, mewling, struggling Jill was being
turned about on that old wooden counter, until she was facing an
eager Mitch, with his pants down around his ankles, while Danny
stood behind her. Weak with pain and exhaustion, Jill could no
longer fight, but lay half-reclining across the counter top, so
that Danny was able to look down at her burn-marked body. Jill was
moaning into her gag, but she put up only a faint resistance as
Mitch, first fumbling with his fingers and blindly poking cock at
her crotch, pushed himself into her and began to fuck her quickly,
ramming away at that fabulous young body, harsh grunting sounds
bursting rhythmically from his throat.

   Danny, watching Jill's body juddering, her breasts bouncing
enticingly with each hard thrust of Mitch's hips, casually lit
another cigarette; and Jill, seeing this, shook her head, her moans
taking on a sound of pleading terror, her hands waving at him
ineffectually. Without effort Danny captured both of Jill's wrists,
holding them easily with one hand as the other took the burning
cigarette out of his mouth.

   "Don't worry, Jill," Danny said, smiling down at the quaking,
outstretched body. "I think your breasts have about had it for now.
But maybe one or two other places--just to give old Mitch some
inspiration. Hmmm?" Choking sobs were coming from Jill's throat,
and tears rolled down the sides of her face. Mitch was still
battering at her. Danny surveyed Jill's writhing form. "How about
that cute little belly-button, for instance," Danny said. Jill
shook her head so hard her hair was flying around her face; but
Danny, smiling at her, bent over his sister's body and carefully
placed the cigarette tip right into her tiny navel, grinding it
slowly against that agonized flesh until it was out.

   The twisting, bucking convulsions of Jill's lower body served to
put Mitch over the top, and he climaxed burstingly into her; but so
excited was Mitch in this most astoundingly unusual situation, that
he was almost instantly hard again; and in a minute Mitch was again
fucking away at the tortured girl.

   Now Danny was crouching down to speak to his sister, placing his
mouth close to the ear of the sobbing, gasping, choking girl.
"Jill," Danny said. "Listen, Jill. If I take the gag off now, will
you suck me? Will you suck your brother's cock for him, with that
pretty screaming mouth? Will you, sis? Hmm?"

   And Jill, moaning, crying, shaking, nodded. Nodded and nodded,
as Mitch continued to fuck her vagina. Danny now quickly got rid of
the tie around Jill's head, and roughly pulled Jill's now crushed
and soaking panties out of her mouth. Jill frantically took in
great gulps of air, gasping loudly as she filled her starving
lungs, and making terrible animal sounds as she exhaled. Danny now
pushed Jill's body down flat on the counter, so that her head hung
down off the edge, with her long blonde hair dangling toward the
floor. "That's beautiful, Jill," Danny said. "Now you can suck me
upside-down, just like you did for Mr. Jarvis." And Danny stuck his
cock into Jill's gasping, moaning mouth, and happily began to fuck
it, savoring the flutterings of Jill's lips and tongue as that
mouth clasped him in its warm, wet upside-down grip, while Mitch
was still working away between her thighs. Danny took hold of
Jill's aching breasts and clamped his hands hard around them,
bringing intensified gaspings and moanings from Jill's quivering
mouth. Danny did not try to hold back, but allowed that submissive
mouth to bring him to climax, shooting his gism in short, sharp
spurts down Jill's gulping, sobbing throat.

   But Mitch, having begun again almost immediately upon climaxing
his first time, was still not finished. Now, at Danny's suggestion
and Mitch's obvious delight, Jill was spun around again on the
counter, so that Mitch could now use her lovely upside-down mouth,
which he did most enthusiastically and most lengthily, until Danny,
growing impatient, thought of a way to bring on his climax more
rapidly. Which he accomplished by using a cigarette on Jill's
thighs, burning the soft inner thighs just one time each, but doing
it most skillfully indeed, causing Jill to scream loudly around
Mitch's mouth-gagging cock, which in turn caused Mitch to spurt
into Jill's throat, choking off her screams and making her gulp his
gism frantically to avoid strangling on it.

   Now Danny was lifting Jill off the counter. "So, Jill," Danny
said. "Now I think we've established just who is boss and what our
situation is. Forever. Isn't that right, darling sister?" And Jill
said, nodding, nodding, "Yes, Danny. Yes." And sank to the foor,
moaning and clasping him around the legs with her arms...