Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 4 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi


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                        HURTING JILL
                      by V.P. Viddler
                   Part Four - The Parties

   It was two days later that Danny told Jill that he was about to
consult with an electronics expert who was a pal of his. Jill asked
why, and Danny told her, bringing Jill to such a state of horror
and lust that she spent all night trying to talk him out of it with
her body and her mouth. But to no avail.

   His friend made Danny a wonderful toy, and Danny installed it,
carefully, following instructions. Into Jill. Then, over the
following days, he tried it out. A lot. It worked fine. Danny was
satisfied with it, and got lots and lots of fun out of it. Jill,
necessarily, participated too. At first only half-willingly. Then
less willingly. And finally not at all willingly. Most unwillingly,
in fact. And it was then that Danny told Jill that he was planning
to throw a party.

   Danny's party, not too surprisingly, was for boys only; but
still it was not a small gathering. Danny invited all his pals from
school, and their pals, and their pals' pals, and so on, so perhaps
a good two dozen boys had showed up. Wild rumors had stalked around
school about strange goings-on with Danny and his sexy, snobbish
big sister, so there was a bit of anticipatory excitement in the
air. Which was not diminished when Danny, as their host, informed
them that this was a nudity party, and they must all take off all
their clothing.

   And when they had, and Danny had let their anticipation build
for a bit, he finally brought on the guest of honor.

   Jill.

   Stark naked.

   Who stood stock still on the landing at the door to the living
room, looking out over their heads, facing two dozen naked boys
without a stitch on her, as Danny stood by the stairs and told them
all about his two new toys--one being Jill, and the other the
fabulous electronic plaything he had had fashioned for him. This
device, Danny said, had two components. The first was a tiny but
most powerful chip with an electrical charge. This tiny chip was
now implanted inside Jill, high up in her anal canal, carefully
placed so that it could not interfere with any important bodily
functions, but at a point at which its shocking charge, when
triggered off, would result in a most painful and most unpleasant
jolt to the body. What triggered it was the other part of the
device, which Danny was holding in his hand: a small button set
into a metal block. Pushing this button, Danny said, set off the
charge inside Jill's body. Danny said that it did appear to be a
terribly agonizing phenomenon all right, and that he was anxious to
show off this wonderful toy, with Jill's assistance. As a bonus,
Danny said, this would also allow him to demonstrate Jill's new
docility, how willingly she would cooperate, how eagerly she would
now share her body with them. With all of them. In any way they
desired. For as long as they wanted.

   The boys stood listening to this in wonderment and with blissful
anticipation. "All right, Jill," Danny said, his finger on that
metal button. "I think it's about time to start, don't you?"

   "Danny," Jill said, turning to him. "Danny, listen. You don't
need that. I'll do it. You don't have to use that. Please. I'll do
it, I will. I'll do it with all of them. Anything you say. Okay?
Please. I'll be good. Whatever you say. I promise. All right?"

   Danny only smiled.

   "Jill," Danny said, "our guests are waiting. Go to them."

   Jill, on shaky legs, moved forward, walking down the two steps
from the landing to the living room in which the panting youths
stood watching. As she moved toward them, Danny, with a slight
flourish, hit the button.

   The first shock sent Jill to her knees, with a loud cry of pain.
And as the staring boys started toward her, Danny hit that button
again, and now Jill's body spasmed and fell forward, landing Jill
flat on her stomach on the floor, twitching and yowling in agony.
Again Danny hit the button, and Jill convulsed with a scream.
Another hit, and she was rolling over on the floor, twisting and
scrabbling.

   "Christ!" a boy said. "Look at that! Just look at that!" And
they all did, in lustful fascination, until Danny said, "Don't you
guys think somebody ought to fuck her?"

   And now somebody did, a large boy named Roy, who pushed his way
through the crowd to lay his body down on Jill's twitching form,
and then splay her thighs with his and ram himself tightly into
her. The frantic girl reflexively clamped him with arms and legs,
and a loud murmur passed through the watching boys as Roy, with a
cry of joy, began to lunge at her.

   "You ain't seen nothin' yet, boys," Danny voice came through.
"Watch this." And Danny again hit that button. Jill's body,
stiffening, arched totally off the floor, all the muscles and
tendons in her body straining, all of her quivering and vibrating
like an ancient washing machine, Jill howling like a banshee,
before falling back to the floor, still shaking.

   "Christ!" Roy got out. "I can't--" And Danny hit the button
again. Jill's body bucked so hard it rolled over, carrying Roy with
it and landing on top of him. Roy could not hold out any longer,
coming hard into Jill's jouncing body and letting the next jolt
from Danny's button tear her away from him.

   Now another boy took her, holding on for his life and savoring
the sensational ride as Danny now hit that button with a rhythmic
regularity, and Jill's bucking, convulsing, straining, writhing,
tossing, flailing body rolled over and over on the floor, Jill
screaming continually now, like a siren, one long, shrill,
fluctuating but increasing howl of agony and torment. And it went
on and on, until every last youth had exhausted himself on Jill's
deliciously suffering body.

   And then the variations began.

   In a way, Jill's mouth afforded the most exquisite pleasure, for
Danny would not use the button while Jill was sucking somebody, for
fear that she might bite his cock right off. Thus Jill, to try to
prolong this blissfull surcease from pain, would try to make it
last as long as possible, lovingly caressing with careful lips and
tongue, drawing out the pleasure, bringing the boy slowly, indeed
reluctantly, to glorious climax in that soft, talented mouth.

   On the other hand, it was also a most gratifying situation for
two boys to possess Jill simultaneously, front and back, vagina and
asshole; and, as Danny happily plied the little button, vying as to
which boy could stay with her longer, as Jill jerked wildly back
and forth between them, twisting and squirming and kicking and
convulsing while her screaming pounded painfully but gloriously at
their eardrums.

   And the party went on until dawn...

    Soon Mason found out about Danny's new toy, and could not
resist trying it out for himself. And when Mason saw how
gratifyingly it worked, he and Danny planned a variation on Danny's
party.

   This gathering consisted of Mason's friends and acquaintances in
the business world. All male. Again it took place in Mason's living
room, and again a short exposition was provided detailing Danny's
little device implanted in Danny's big sister, Mason's daughter.
But this time Mason was holding the button. And this time Jill was
fully dressed, in a neat tan dress, complete with underwear,
stockings, and high-heeled shoes. And Jill's hands were tied behind
her back.

   Again, Jill explained carefully to her father how it was not
necessary for him to use that button at all, as she, Jill, was
prepared to do anything that he wanted of her. She would gladly,
Jill said, provide his friends with any pleasure, any sensation
they could think up. She would, she said, give her body to them
unstintingly, eagerly, enthusiastically. She would guarantee them
the best fuck they had or would ever have. She would suck them all
night long, and swallow their gism by the gallon. What else could
she do? If they wanted to piss on her, Jill said, as her father
just stood looking at her, if they wanted her to drink their piss,
or to crawl for them, or--or--

   Mason's reply, finally, was to hit the button and send a howling
Jill crashing onto her knees on the living room floor. "All right,
Jill," Mason said. "Let me tell you the rules. I want you to strip
for my friends. Strip naked. And when you've done that, I won't
have to use the button any more. Do you understand?"

   "I will!" Jill said, gasping. "I will! I'll do it! But my hands-
-just untie my hands--"

   "Ah," Mason said. "But that would make it so easy, wouldn't it?
That's just why I tied you that way in the first place, my
darling."

   "But--" Jill said, "but--but how can I--without my hands--I
can't--I can't do anything."

   "You'll just have to think of a way, Jill. While I play with
this cute little button," Mason said. "Now strip."

   "But, Daddy, I--"

   Jill's words were cut off by a scream as Mason hit the button,
and Jill's body stiffened and spasmed and Jill fell onto her
stomach, her bound hands clutching wildly at nothing. Again Mason
hit that button, and Jill, bucking, was propelled across the floor
with the force of her convulsion. Jill's skirt rode up over her
flailing thighs, but otherwise her clothing was undisturbed, and
though she tried frantically in lucid moments between shocks to
reach some of her garments with her fettered hands, it was futile.
"Oh god!" Jill screamed as Mason hit that button again and again,
causing her to flop helplessly around on the floor like a landed
fish, as the watching men stood or sat around, staring or grinning
at her torturing predicament. Mason kept up a steady barrage of
shocks, and now a howling Jill was trying to crawl, inching her way
desperately across the floor, writhing and rolling, until she had
reached the foot of a chair in which a youngish-looking man was
sitting.

   "H-help me!" Jill pleaded, panting and gasping, twisting with
agony as another shock hit her. "P-please! Help me! Take-- AAAHHH!!
Take my clothes off! Please! Pl-AAAUUUGGHHH!! Please! Take them off
me! Strip me! Oh god please please please-- AARRRGGHHH!! I'm
begging you, I'll do anything for you, please do it, please--"

   Now the man slid from his chair and crouched above Jill,
reaching obligingly for the buttons of her dress, as still another
convulsion sent her twisting onto her side, writhing
uncontrollably. "Christ!" Jill screamed. "Rip it! Rip it off me!
Rip it all!" And now suddenly the man was joined by others, who now
wanted a hand in this game. Now quickly the spasming, straining,
shrieking girl was being stripped by six men, all of them ripping
viciously at her dress, her brassiere, her panties, her stockings,
ripping, ripping, stripping, until Jill was buck naked, all of her
lying before them, bound and sobbing, shaking and spasming.

   True to his word, Mason didn't use the button any more that
night. He didn't have to. But they did keep Jill's hands tied. All
night long. And they did use their belts on her body. All of it.
And they did use their cigarettes also. Some of them smoked cigars,
which was worse. And when Jill was screaming too loudly, Mason had
her crawl on her stomach to pick up her ripped panties with her
mouth and eat them, working them into that fine young mouth...