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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? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42