by Lola Swain
Papa kicked me over and over in the side as I stared up into his eyes. I couldn’t think of an answer and he yanked me from the floor by my arm and swung me around to face him.
“Do you know how long I worked for this, Lyric? What you have done has threatened all of this. I try with you, as I do your brothers and sisters. I tried to impress upon you the importance of staying under the radar until the hour came. I tried to instill in you the understanding that our family needs to look out only for family interests. You apparently need a refresher.”
Papa pushed me against the wall at the end of the room and pinned my arms above my head. He pressed his hard body against mine and breathed heavily into my ear.
“Papa, I’m sorry,” I said and groaned.
He stepped back from me and separated my arms and clamped heavy shackles that hung from long chains bolted to the wall around my wrists. He crouched down at my feet and shackled my ankles. The chains were long enough to allow me to move, but their purpose was not my comfort. The length of the chains was to ensure he could turn me front to back as he administered his punishment.
“You may think you’re sorry now, Lyric,” Papa said as he stood from my feet, “but, I promise, you will know what sorry really is in just a moment.”
He tore at my clothing until there was nothing left but tatters and shreds at my feet. I shivered against the cold as I pressed my back toward the wall and tensed my body for his punishment. He removed his red silk tie and tied it at the back of my head so it covered my eyes. He ran his hands up and down my naked body and I leaned into his touch. Mingled with the fear, my pussy throbbed with excitement and was wet with the anticipation.
“You are so beautiful, Lyric,” Papa said into my ear. “Too beautiful for your own good, sadly. But, I will not harm your face.”
I heard the click of his shoes as he walked away from me. And then I heard a louder click and a hissing sound. As he walked toward me, the hissing got louder. He dragged something across the floor as he walked toward me. My heart pounded so hard and so fast, I thought it would explode. Ironically, my pussy beat as fast as my heart and I felt the juices run down the inside of my thighs. And Papa saw it, too.
“My goodness,” Papa said, “you feel no fear, do you?”
“No, Papa,” I said, “I am afraid.”
I felt heat on the inside of my thighs as he held whatever was hissing near my skin. The heat made me think it was a candle, but the hissing was a mystery.
“It’s a blowtorch,” Papa said, answering my thoughts.
My body convulsed as I left the state of anticipatory excitement and entered panic. I pictured him burning my face and body until the flesh blistered off my bones and I was nothing but a puddle of grease on the stone floor. Who would love me then?
“Do you know what the only thing I took away from the Inquisitions was, Lyric? That people need to mind their own business and concentrate on themselves and their own endeavors. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Papa,” I said. “I agree.”
I heard the clink of the metal canister of the blowtorch as Papa put it onto the ground. His hands ran down my shaking legs as he lowered himself to my feet. The hissing from the blowtorch whooshed and intensified. He was heating something up. I knew whatever it was, it was going to become part of me.
“You do? You agree?” Papa said.
I smelled it before I felt it. Leather. Burning leather.
“Y-yes.” I said and braced myself.
“But, Lyric, if you invite people into your business, your business then becomes theirs. Isn’t that right?”
I felt the air rush away from my body as if someone took a centuries-long inhale. I heard nothing, but felt everything. A blast of air hit my skin followed by the burning leather strap as Papa used all of his strength and snapped it against my stomach.
“I am sorry, Lyric, but you must learn,” Papa said as he whipped me repeatedly with the leather strap.
I was offered a reprieve of sorts as he paused long enough to reheat the leather with the blowtorch. He turned me so I faced the wall and resumed his punishment as he flogged my back and ass with the hot leather. I bit my bottom lip so hard my mouth filled with my bitter, saline blood. I refused to cry. If I did, I knew that the beatings would only get worse. Papa abhors whiners.
He grunted and snarled like the animal he is as he used the force of his anger and his apprehension at the reprisals, to whip me.
“We will be cast out, Lyric,” he said. “Cast out like fucking gypsies because of your juvenile behavior!”
The edges of the strap cut into the skin on my ass and I felt the blood flow. My legs buckled and I sunk to the floor as he snapped the hot leather against the back of my neck. He stopped and lifted me by my waist and brought me to my feet. He continued my beating, but I couldn’t hold my weight any longer and soon fell to the floor again. My arms strained against the chains as I rested on my side.
Papa whipped me for an hour before he threw the strap on top of my body and ripped his tie from my eyes.
Papa brought my face up to his and his eyes glowed with anger. His breath was as hot as the leather and damp as the room against my face. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sweat from my forehead.
“You deserved it, Lyric,” he said. “Tell me you deserved it.”
“I deserved it, Papa,” I said.
“Good. Now, lay here and think about it,” he said and released my head on the ground.
My body burned and my skin itched as the blood dried. I passed out and woke to Nico unshackling me from the wall.
“Lyric, wake up,” Nico said.
He picked me up and carried me through the apartment toward our suite of rooms. I didn’t see or hear anything else and nuzzled into Nico’s neck as I held onto him. He laid me down on the bathroom floor and ran a warm bath for me. I a little felt better as I inhaled the lavender-scented bubble bath he poured under the water. He undressed himself and picked me back and lowered me into the tub with him.
I leaned against his body for a moment and adjusted to the stinging as the warm water hit my wounds. He turned me around and washed my back gently and I watched the bath water change into a rust-colored broth as he cleaned my skin.
“Was it awful, Lyric?” Nico said.
“Yes, it was awful,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I know you are.”
After our bath, Nico carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed. He ran his full lips up and down my damp skin and lapped at my pussy with his tongue. I spread my legs and arched my back and he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit before he closed his mouth around the bud. He sucked at my swollen clit as he moved his head up and down. He tugged on the sensitive skin and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body which replaced the pain.
“Fuck me,” I said.
I spread my legs wider and Nico shifted his body on top of mine. I sucked my breath in as his cock entered my pussy. Nico ran his fingers through my hair and smiled as he thrust deeply into me. I looked into his eyes and saw none of the hate I saw in Papa’s.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and slammed my hips up and down forcing him to intensify his strokes. The muscles of my pussy tensed against his cock as he fucked me faster and deeper. The pain was gone now. There was only the intense orgasm rocking our bodies as we came together.
Nico’s cock stayed inside my pussy until my muscles finally relaxed and he withdrew. He flipped onto his back and I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart pound.
“Thank you,” I said as I lifted my head. “I feel much better.”
“Fucking is a cure-all, to be sure,” he said and laughed.
“Nico, let’s go out,” I said and jumped off the bed. “I want to play our game tonight.”
“Really?” he said and sat up. “You want to play the game after everything that Papa did to you?”
“Yes, especially after what Papa did to me,” I
said and went to my closet for a special outfit. “Go get dressed and meet me downstairs in thirty minutes. And grab the knives.”
“The knives? Okay, I don’t think it’s a good idea, but if you want to play, we’ll play,” Nico said before he left my room.
And here we were in the hotel room with the tourists, playing the game that Nico and I thought up and played many times before. Simply put, we picked up a couple of strangers, fucked them and decided whether or not we’d let them live. If things went fine and we had fun, they’d live. If the opposite happened, they did not. So far, we played the game successfully five times and unsuccessfully, three. You can decide what constitutes success or failure.
The drugs in David/Michael’s system kept him hard, but he couldn’t to cum. Not only was I bored with him, even watching Nico pumping his cock in and out of Kristine/Karen couldn’t keep me wet. And, as I’m sure you know, no fuck is better than a dry fuck. I untangled myself from David/Michael and walked toward the bed.
“My turn,” I said to Nico. “Enough with her, it’s time for me.”
“Not yet,” Nico said and continued to fuck the wife.
I sat on the bed next to the wife and reached under her and pinched her nipples. The look of bliss on her face angered me. I thought of my knife and pictured myself slitting her throat right there. I pictured Nico and me fucking in the blood that pumped from her severed carotid. It was enough to forget the dry fuck I was subjected to and my pussy was wet as I fantasized.
I twisted and tweaked the wife’s nipples harder and she squealed.
“Stop that!” she said to me.
Nico stopped fucking her.
“Not you,” the wife said, “her! I want her to stop touching me.”
Nico walked from behind the wife and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. His cock was wet with Kristine/Karen’s pussy juices and he stroked it. The husband sat down in the desk chair and wheeled himself over to the bed. His cock went limp and he tugged on it to get it going again.
“You two,” Nico said as he jacked his cock, “I want to watch you two go at it.”
I got up on my knees and crawled in front of the wife. She was pretty pissed and I grabbed her by the arms and flipped her onto her back. I straddled her and positioned my pussy on top of hers. Nico crawled up next to us and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked his cock and Nico threw his head back and moaned.
“Fuck, that feels good!” he said.
I grinded my pussy against the wife’s pussy while I watched her suck Nico’s cock. I reached out and grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as I tightened my stomach muscles and thrust my hips back and forth. My clit smashed against hers as I pumped my hips and our wetness mixed and allowed me to pump faster against her cunt.
“Fuck, that looks good!” the husband said as he beat his newly-hardened cock.
The wife took her mouth off Nico’s cock and bucked under me. I tribbed her harder as I grinded my pussy against hers and held her still between my thighs. I felt the orgasm building at the bottom of my ass and I was about to cum when she squirmed out from under me and knocked me off her body.
“Stop it,” she said. “I’m sorry honey, but I don’t do chicks. I don’t know what you’re into, but if you want to watch me fucking your boyfriend, that’s fine. However, I’m strictly dickly and want nothing to do with you.”
Strictly dickly. I’m sorry, when I’m in the mood, I want to fuck. I don’t care if it’s a cock or a pussy or both. She got off on me grinding her. I don’t know why she all of a sudden came down with a case of heterosexual guilt.
Nico and I looked at each other and laughed. David/Michael was in his own world, sweating and tugging on his cock and his wife looked at us as if we were insane.
“What’s so funny?” she said. “I know we aren’t from a sophisticated town like Manhattan, but I’m sure not everyone here is bisexual!”
“No, I’m sure not,” Nico said and reached out and massaged my tits. “My sister and I are dismayed by your sudden onset of puritanism.”
“And bored,” I said and pushed Nico down on the bed. “We are bored by your puritanism, as well.”
I straddled Nico’s legs and bent forward and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and lapped up and down his shaft. I opened my throat and took him all the way in to the root. I came up slowly on his shaft and raked my teeth against him as I went up. I paused at the head and sucked.
“That feels so fucking good, Lyric,” Nico said and moaned.
His pleasure was mine and I rubbed my wet pussy as I blew him. I heard the slapping sounds David/Michael made against his cock and felt the wife get off the bed. I brought my mouth off Nico’s cock and looked at her. She stood by the bed with her arms folded across her ample tits and the look of a stern schoolmarm across her face.
“You know,” I said as I crawled up on Nico’s body and positioned my pussy over the head of his cock, “it would be so much fun if you joined.”
I grabbed Nico’s cock and pressed the head against the opening to my pussy and wiggled it back and forth in my wetness. I spread my legs and lowered myself down onto his cock as I gasped when his width stretched the walls of my pussy. I felt every ridge inside my pussy slide over Nico’s cock and the shivers that ran up and down my spine as I took him in, inch by inch, felt like shocks.
“How does that feel, brother?” I said as I slammed down on the final inches of Nico’s cock and wiggled my ass back and forth against him.
Wait a minute! Wait just a minute,” the wife said. “You said brother and he said sister. You cannot mean that you two are related. Tell me that’s not what you meant. Tell me that you call each other brother and sister as a term of endearment!”
“We call each other that as a term of endearment,” Nico said as he looked up at me and smiled.
I pumped my pussy harder, up and down over his cock and Nico met every single one of my thrusts with his own as he lifted his hips off the bed. I tried to ignore the bitch, but she kept flapping her gums. At one point, she screamed for David/Michael to stop masturbating and address the issue.
“Honey, leave them alone,” he said. “Why don’t you join me?”
“I will not,” the wife said. “I want you two disgusting people out of this room, now!”
“In a minute,” I said as I rode Nico and spanked my clit as we fucked. “We’re almost done.”
“No, you are fucking done, now!” the wife said.
She reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me off Nico’s cock. My head snapped back and she flung me by the hair off the bed and onto the floor. I landed on my side on top of the corner of one of their suitcases and it felt like my rib cracked.
“What the fuck?” Nico said and jumped off the bed and lunged at the wife.
I tried to lift my body and felt a sharp jolt stab me in the side. Nico had the wife by her shoulders and he flew across the room and slammed her into the mirrored wall. Her head snapped back and hit hard. She cracked the glass of the mirror.
“Lyric,” Nico said, “are you okay?”
“I think so.”
“You fucking bitch,” Nico said, “don’t ever put your fucking hands on my sister!”
As Nico continued to slam the wife into the mirror, the glass cracked and shards fell to the floor around them. She did not make a sound and looked like a cloth doll in his hands. I remembered David/Michael and looked behind me. He sat still and hypnotized in the chair, limp dick in hand, and watched Nico pummel his wife into the glass.
I grabbed my purse off the bed. I dragged it across the floor toward me and pulled my knife out. I ignored the pain and sat up. I crawled around the bed toward David/Michael. I told Nico to stop slamming the wife into the glass. He grabbed the wife by the arm and flung her across the room. She landed on the bed with a thud and did not move. Nico turned around and stared at me. He was covered in sweat and breathed heavily. There was blood on the bits and pieces o
f glass that were left on the wall. I showed him the knife in my hand. He walked to my purse and retrieved his knife.
I crawled over to David/Michael and knelt at his feet. I put my hand on his knee and he looked down at me as if I was offering to shine his shoes.
“Are you okay?” I said.
Beads of sweat ran down his face from his hairline and his chest was soaked. He was sucked his breath in and blew it out while he stared into my eyes. His pupils were as big as his irises and matte black. He looked like he had shark eyes. He opened and closed his mouth like a guppy and looked confused because no sound came out. He was going off hard. He rose from the chair and I stood up and pushed him back down. His arm shot out and he grabbed my wrist. I brought my arm back and with all the force I could manage, plunged my knife into his chest below his sternum.
“Nico!” I said as David/Michael grabbed the knife handle and tried to pull it out of his chest.
David/Michael fell back into his chair and started wheezing. He stared down at the knife sticking from his chest and shook his head back and forth. His legs convulsed in the chair and sweat broke out all over his body. Funny, there was no blood.
Nico walked toward us and pushed me away from the chair. He stood over David/Michael and brought his knife up. Nico was beautiful standing there. A glowing, tense, muscled warrior with mocha skin and eyes like glittering mica. I loved this man. He looked at me and winked.
“I enjoyed fucking your woman,” Nico said as he lifted David/Michael’s chin and stared into his eyes.
David/Michael looked at Nico and then at me. He closed his eyes and Nico slashed his knife across David/Michael’s neck. The blood rained now.
David/Michael’s head snapped back as flesh and tendons separated. I thought his head was going to come clean off. I thought of that saying…heads will roll and giggled. Nico looked down at me and knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Well, they were rolling,” he said and laughed.
Just then, the wife moaned. Nico and I jumped up on the bed and got on either side of her. Her head bled, not as much as David/Michael’s, but there was blood on the sheets when she moved her head. Nico took the blade of his knife and wiped her husband’s blood on her face.
