6
Avery, Lisa and David emerged from the building in which the Childs'
apartment was located. Lisa walked between the two men. They looked like any
three normal young people out for a stroll. The weather was just beginning to
turn chilly, and Lisa wore a light spring coat. The coat was draped cape-style
over her shoulders and held together in front by one button at the top. Thus no
one looking at her could tell that her hands were tied behind her, wrists lashed
together with strong cord.
"This is really exciting," Avery said to his friend as they made their
way innocently down the street. "I've never dared to take her out in public like
this."
"The possibilities are limitless," David said. "Of course, I'm taking
your word that she won't try to attract somebody's attention in order to be
rescued."
"She'd love to," Avery grinned. "She'd just give her ass to be able to
do that. But she knows she can't. No way!"
"You must tell me why sometime."
"Maybe later," Avery said, watching Lisa.
The girl turned to him in alarm. "Avery..." Her voice was pleading.
Avery grinned again. "See, she doesn't want me to tell anybody. It
scares the shit out of her."
"I see," David said. "In that case, I'll let Lisa tell me herself. I'm
sure she will if I ask her... under the right circumstances. It will be more
pleasurable that way anyhow."
Lisa made a soft involuntary noise.
"You're a devilish little bastard, aren't you?" Avery said. There was
admiration in his voice.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," David said wryly.
After walking a few blocks, they stopped in front of a small restaurant
fashioned to look like an old-fashioned ice cream parlor. David looked through
the window and nodded approvingly. "Let's stop in here and have some
refreshment." He held the door open for Lisa with mocking politeness, winking at
Avery as the bound girl passed through.
They found a table at a semi-circular booth at the rear of the
restaurant. They had Lisa sit between them. Avery looked carefully to see if
anyone suspected anything out of the ordinary. Lisa was certain to attract
glances; she was a very pretty girl, and her hands being pinioned behind her
made her bra-less breasts stand out most attractively. And she definitely did
not look happy. But the looks she got seemed to carry only admiration, not
suspicion.
David ordered. Sundaes for Avery and himself, a Coke for Lisa. With a
straw, of course. Avery struggled to keep a straight face.
When the orders came, David and Avery dug into their ice cream with
enjoyment, but Lisa made no move.
"Drink your Coke, Lisa," David said.
"My wrists hurt," Lisa whispered.
"We'll be going home soon," David said. "But not until you drink your
Coke."
Obediently, Lisa bent her head to take the straw into her mouth. She
sipped slowly. David watched her. "Lucky straw," he murmured.
Lisa colored at the remark, and David's eyebrows raised. "Modest, isn't
she?" he said to Avery.
"Yes, she is," Avery said. "It's funny, too, after all the things I've
made her do."
"Like suck your cock, you mean?" David said, watching Lisa. She blushed
more deeply and looked around apprehensively, but no one was close enought to
overhear them.
"Among other things, yes."
"Is she good at it?"
"She has to be," Avery said.
David seemed to be enjoying the girl's discomfort. "Tell me, Lisa," he
said to her. "When did you last suck Avery's cock?"
Lisa stopped sipping her Coke. She looked down at the table in front of
her. There was a long pause.
"Look at me, Lisa," David said.
She didn't move for a moment; then, slowly and reluctantly, she raised
her head and met his gaze.
"I asked you a question," David said. "When did you last suck Avery's
cock?"
The girl swallowed and looked away. When she spoke, her voice was barely
audible. "Yesterday," she breathed.
"I can't hear you, Lisa. Tell me again. And look at me when you speak to
me."
Her dark, unhappy eyes returned to his. "Yesterday," she repeated, a bit
louder.
"Tell me about it."
"... Please..." the girl whispered brokenly.
"Listen to me, Lisa," David said. "You're in for a bad night, you know
that. But I assure you it will be worse--much worse--if you don't cooperate with
me. Do you understand that?"
Lisa nodded slowly, biting her lip.
"Good. Now tell me all about it."
"I... He--he woke me up. It was the middle of the night. He--"
"Tell him how I woke you up," Avery interrupted.
"He... kicked me out of bed." She was forcing the words out. "I was--I
was naked, and my hands were tied. Like now. He sat on the edge of the bed and
told me to kneel on the floor and... do it..."
"Do what?"
"Suck his cock," she whispered. "So I--I did."
"I like the picture," David said. "Kneeling like a little slave girl and
sucking your brother off... Do you like to suck him?"
"No."
"That makes it better. Did you swallow his come?"
"... Yes."
"When you suck me off, Lisa, I'm going to come all over your pretty
face."
"I want to see that," Avery said. "Shall we go now?"
"Not just yet," David answered. "Lisa hasn't finished her Coke--and I
want to try something."
"What's that?"
David was sitting on Lisa's right. He slipped his left hand down between
them, under the table, and placed it on her leg, just above the knee. Lisa
tensed, but said nothing. The table hid David's actions from sight as he moved
his hand to the inside of her thigh, and then slid it slowly upwards, pushing
her skirt up with it.
"You have nice soft legs, Lisa," he murmured. "Move your legs apart a
little more. That's it." His hand had slid up her inner thigh almost to her
panties. "The skin is really smooth up there, too. Tender, I'll bet." He patted
that skin, then removed his hand, leaving her skirt bunched up in her lap.
"Don't close your legs," he ordered.
"What are you doing?" Avery asked.
Before answering, David took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook
one out, and lit it deliberately. "Well, you see," he said finally, "I've been
looking forward, as you know, to seeing how Lisa screams. But I think it would
make that even more interesting if we first see how she...DOESN'T scream."
Avery looked puzzled; then he began to smile. Lisa looked frightened.
"Now, Lisa, this is a public place," David said quietly. "So we want no
disturbance; no noise, no fuss... nothing to call attention to ourselves.
Understand?"
"What--what are you going to do?" the girl asked fearfully.
"Just give you a little burn," David said, and placed his left hand
under the table again--with the cigarette in it.
Lisa's eyes widened, and she caught her breath. "No," she protested, in
a voice which strained to stay under control. "No, don't--please!"
"A little exercise in self-control," David went on. "No, don't close
your legs, Lisa. Keep them apart--that's right. I want to put it right up here
on the inner thigh. Remember now--control yourself."
Lisa was shaking her head slowly and squirming slightly, as if trying to
pull her hands free of their bonds. Avery was watching avidly. "Don't!" the girl
pleaded again.
"Here it comes, Lisa," David said, and he pressed the tip of the
cigarette firmly against the smooth flesh of her upper leg.
She drew in her breath with a loud, sharp hiss, and her entire body
stiffened reflexively. She bit her lip hard to keep back any further noises as
David's hand reappeared, bringing the cigarette to his lips. None of the other
people in the restaurant seemed to have noticed anything. Lisa was obviously
doing her best to keep her face expressionless, but there were tears of pain in
her eyes.
"Smile, Lisa," David said.
She attempted to obey. The result was not very natural-looking, but
David smiled back at her. "That wasn't too bad, Lisa. Not perfect, but not bad
for a first try. Eventually--"
"Let's do it again," Avery said.
Lisa's face paled, and she shook her head rapidly. "No," she said in a
strained voice. "No more. I can't."
"I don't really think she's ready for--" David began.
"Once more," Avery insisted. "I want to do it this time. I want to do it
to her myself."
David hesitated, then shrugged. "Be my guest," he said, and, flicking
the ash from the tip of the burning cigarette, passed it across to Avery.
Lisa turned frantically to her brother. "Please, Avery," she begged.
"Please don't. Not now. I'm afraid I can't take it again. I--"
"Sure you can, Sis," Avery said, grinning. "You know you can. Because
you have to. Right?"
"Avery, PLEASE. Please don't. Please!"
"I'm afraid your pleading is only whetting his appetite," David told
her. "It's certainly whetting mine."
Avery's hand dropped, found the girl's bare thigh, caressed it.
"Oh God," Lisa whispered.
Watching his sister's face closely, Avery ground the cigarette out
against her skin.
Lisa went rigid again. Her face twisted, and sweat broke out on her
forehead. She kept her lips tightly compressed, but she could not hold back a
soft, high-pitched, nasal whine, which would have burst into a shriek if she had
allowed herself to open her mouth. The tears spilled over and rolled down her
cheeks.
David reached over and wiped the tears away with a napkin, as Lisa
slowly relaxed, choking back a sob. At that moment a passing waiter stopped at
their table.
"Anything wrong, miss?" he asked curiously.
"No," David said smoothly. "Everything's fine. The young lady just had
something in her eye. It's all right now, isn't it, Lisa?"
Avery's hand lay on Lisa's thigh like a warning. The girl swallowed
hard. "Yes," she said, her voice shaky but under control. "Yes, it's all right
now."
The waiter hesitated, then went away, though not without a quick glance
at Lisa's prominent breasts doing interesting things to her sweater under the
influence of her agitated breathing.
David turned back to the girl. "Very good, Lisa. You've done fine, just
fine. This part is all over. You won't have to hold back any more." His eyes
were glittering. "Now finish your Coke like a good girl, and then we'll go home,
where you'll be able to scream your little heart out."
