The Lisa Series (26 page)

She did not respond immediately. After a moment, with her eyes still fixed on the open entryway she spoke. Her voice was filled with resigned sadness. “Yours,” she said, “I’m your woman.” Silk nodded at Arisha.

“Look at me you arrogant American bitch!” Arisha yelled. Lisa hesitated, but turned back to face the three figures on the couch. Addressing her remarks to Silk, Arisha said, “If the slut don’t want to lick my cunt, she can come downstairs tomorrow and wear that whore costume she got on. She can clean the toilets and wait on customers. Maybe even amuse the dog.” She looked up at Lisa. Lisa shook her head. “Third and last choice,” Arisha said. “She can agree to have me whip her. Whip her right here in front of your fuckin cameras.” She looked at Silk. “You got a whip?”

Silk smiled. “We’re prepared for practically anything. There’s a whip and wrist cuffs in the top drawer of my dresser.”

“Well, whore,” Arisha stood up and crossed to Lisa, “what’s it to be: eat my cunt, become my little slave for a day, or have your white ass whipped?” Lisa looked beyond Arisha at Silk, pleading with her eyes.

“Answer,” Silk said.

Lisa bowed her head. “Whip,” she said, softly. Arisha returned to her seat on the couch. It seemed to me this was all too easy. Silk must have prearranged it with Rafti and his wife. Given those choices, he was sure Lisa would elect to be whipped, and that’s exactly what he wanted on the videotape. I had the feeling that Lisa probably suspected he and Frank wanted her to choose the whip. She realized that seeing her whipped by this ugly, fat woman would excite whoever had been paying so much money for the tapes. But I was not going to let it happen. The other abuses had been bad enough. I couldn’t sit here and watch her being struck by that crazy woman. I’d have to do something.

“Lisa, you know where our little toys are, don’t you?” Silk asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, get the leather wrist cuffs and that pair of metal handcuffs. In the back of the drawer you’ll find something new, a leather whip. Bring it along.” Lisa didn’t look at anyone as she crossed the room. Silk called after her, “In the second drawer there’s a chain with a lock and two of Frank’s old belts. Bring them.”

I looked around the room for some kind of weapon: a poker, a lamp, the scissors Silk had used earlier, anything. Silk had risen and moved behind my chair. He put his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t get any funny ideas, Billy,” he said quietly. “If you try to screw this up, believe me, Frank will make Lisa pay and it won’t be pretty. I knew he was right. “And remember,” he added, “Dooley is still downstairs. You get the message?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Relax. Enjoy. You’ve had a fuckin big lump in your pants all night, right?” I didn’t answer but could feel my face turn red. All three of them laughed.

Chapter Four

Restitution

Before Lisa returned, Silk took a length of rope from under the couch and passed it through a large metal eye bolt that had been screwed into a ceiling beam on the far side of the room. I noticed two cameras and a series of lights were attached to the beam. Lisa’s trip to the deli for beer and that stuff about owing Rafti and his wife money had been a sham. Arisha’s three choices weren’t hers at all. Either Frank or Silk made them up. The whipping had been planned. Arrangements had been made.

Lisa appeared in the doorway. “Over here,” Silk directed, pointing to the floor between my chair and the couch. “On your knees,” he said. Lisa got to her knees in front of him. She looked terrified. In her hands she carried the restraints, the long leather belts, and the whip. The whip appeared to be a small, thin riding crop. Silk took the steel handcuffs along with the chain and lock. He motioned for me to follow him. I hesitated. “Billy,” Silk began quietly, “all I have to do is press a button. Dooley will be up here in less than a minute. Why do I have to keep reminding you? And how would you like that woman,” he gestured toward Arisha, “to use the whip on your wife’s titties? You want to watch that?”

I stood. He led me to the side of the room and securing one handcuff to my wrist, he attached the other to a heating pipe near the floor. Lisa was still kneeling in front of the couch, her head bowed. She hadn’t looked in my direction. Silk crossed to sit in the chair I had just left. “Lisa,” Silk directed, “look up at Rafti.” She raised her head. “Now, very slowly unbutton your blouse and keep looking at him.” She did as Silk ordered. “Stay where you are, and tease him. You know how. You’ve done it often enough.” Still kneeling, Lisa pulled her skirt up until her pussy was exposed. Rafti leaned forward. Lisa moved her hands up over her body until she cupped her bare breasts. “Tell him,” Silk commanded, “tell him what you want. Say the words, Lisa, say the words.”

Lisa’s voice was a soft whisper, “I...I...I want to...to...suck your...to suck your cock.”

Rafti grinned, “Are you saying you want me to slide my sweaty prick between your pretty red lips?”

Lisa looked quickly at Silk who frowned and nodded. She glanced up at Rafti, then looked away, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“I can fuck your mouth?” Rafti leered down at her.

“Yes.”

“You suck me dry?”

“Yes.”

“Swallow my jism? All of it?”

“Yes.”

She looked so small, so vulnerable...like a little girl wearing fuck-me heels. Rafti stood up. I could see her become tense. She moved back. Rafti stepped closer so that his knees brushed against her nipples. “Take it out,” he said.

With trembling hands she unbuckled his belt and tugged at his zipper. He wore no shorts. His baggy pants slid down revealing spindly legs and a dark, uncircumcised cock. Even though it was beginning to swell, the skin bunched up at its head like gray fungus. She stared at his revolting cock for a moment, then making a little sound, quickly drew back from him. Silk smiled. “Don’t be shy, little whore. This man is paying you to suck his prick, so get in close.” Lisa inched forward. “That’s better,” Silk said. “Now look at it and then up at him and wet your lips.” Lisa did as Silk had instructed. “Yeah,” Silk continued, obviously enjoying his role as director, “touch it. Lift it up.” Tentatively, Lisa put her hand on Rafti’s cock. “Good,” Silk said. “Act like you want it, you know, like you’re anxious to take it in your mouth. Press it against your face. Rub it over your cheeks.”

Instead of looking at Rafti, Lisa closed her eyes, but she leaned forward and held his stiffening cock against one cheek and then the other. Silk nodded in approval. “Now,” he said, “skin it back and, Goddamn it, open your eyes.” Holding Rafti’s cock between both hands, Lisa pushed back the foreskin. The bulbous head emerged. Lisa stared at it as if hypnotized. “There, see, it ain’t so bad,” Silk chuckled. “Put it between your lips. Remember what Rafti said. He wants to watch them ‘soft American lips’ make love to his prick. We all want to watch, even Billy wants to watch, right, Billy?” He glanced over at me and laughed. My own cock was as stiff as Rafti’s.

Lisa lowered her mouth over the dark shaft of his penis. Rafti put both hands on her head and held it still. He began to move his hips back and forth, gradually forcing her to take the full length of his prick. When he seemed about to cum, he stopped, pausing long enough to gain control. Then, very slowly, he would begin to fuck her mouth again. She didn’t lick him or kiss his balls or touch him with her hands. Her arms hung down at her sides while he used her mouth as if it were a cunt. As he slid his brown cock in and out, it glistened with her saliva. He continued in this way for almost ten minutes.

Suddenly, he let out a strangled cry and, pressing her head tightly against his crotch, pumped his cum into her. Lisa squirmed to get out of his grasp, choking and gagging. Finally, he released her and she fell to the floor, sobbing. “Damn,” muttered Silk. “Why the fuck does she always start the goddamn crying? Lisa! Knock that shit off!”

After a few moments, Lisa turned back to look at him wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, honey,” she said.

“We can cut that part out of the tape, but I want a big finish.” Lisa nodded and got to her knees. “Look up at him and tell him you want more. Say it like you fuckin mean it.”

This was to be a replay of the encounter with Leavy. Lisa put her hands on Rafti’s skinny thighs. His cock was quickly going limp. The foreskin had closed over its head. Lisa looked up. “More, please,” she said.

“Tell him what you want more of, you dumb bitch!” Silk yelled.

Looking up at Rafti, Lisa put both hands around the base of his cock, “Please, let me...let me have more of your cum.”

Silk took a step toward them, “That’s right, now skin him back again and squeeze. If anything comes out, lick it off.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment, then carried out Silk’s instructions. The disgusting brown head of his cock was slimy. Lisa applied pressure. A large glob of jism bubbled from the hole. Lisa glanced away, then leaned forward and, extending her tongue, touched the tip of his cock and licked up the thick strand. Finally, she took his fat knob into her mouth and with one hand on its base, she milked him. I saw her swallow. When his limp prick slid from between her lips, she looked up at him again. Her lips were wet and swollen.

“That’s good!” Silk shouted. “Stay there and thank him. Do it nice.”

“Thank you,” Lisa said.

“You like sucking my dick with your hot American mouth?” Rafti sneered.

“Yes, I liked it.”

He put his fat hand under cock and held it up. “Say you love this brown cock and kiss it,” he demanded.

Still looking up into his mocking face, Lisa said, “I love your brown cock.” She bent down and softly touched her lips to his flaccid penis.

Arisha had been sitting quietly out of the camera’s range. She stood. “My turn,” she announced.

“Not just yet,” Silk held up his hand to stop her. “We’re making a fuckin movie here. You keep forgetting that.” Arisha returned to the couch and sat down. “Now, Lisa,” Silk instructed, “get yourself prettied up and come back out here naked except for your shoes.”

Lisa stood and walked unsteadily into the hall. We heard the bathroom door close behind her. Silk busied himself with the rope, which hung from the ceiling beam. To it, he attached a short length of silver chain. At the end of the chain dangled a pair of leather wrist cuffs. “Rafti,” he said, “bring me that little table.” He pointed to the corner of the room. The table was small but solidly constructed. Its thick legs had been sawed off so that the square top they supported was only about five inches off the floor. Silk placed the table directly under the rope. He grinned at me, “Not a big stage, but for the kind of performance little Lisa is going to give, I guess it should do.”

“Goddamn you, Silk,” I said.

“Billy...Billy,” Silk chided, “you’re cursing me just when I’m fixing to make you a star.” He picked up the two belts Lisa had dropped and held them at arm’s length. “Good thing old Frank’s got a big gut,” he said.

Lisa had come back into the room. We all turned to look at her. Following Silk’s orders, she was naked except for the heels. Even after all she’d been through, she was still shy. She stood there blushing, the bright pink of her cheeks softened and extended downward to her neck and breasts. With one hand she covered the shaved slit of her sex. She waited, like an embarrassed little girl, not knowing what to say or do, waiting for Silk’s next command. She had reapplied her lipstick and the gloss that made it shine. I saw in her eyes the undisguised fear. She steadied herself against the wall and looked down at the floor. “Please,” she began so softly we could barely hear her, “please, I’ve never...even as a child no one ever...I’ve done nothing wrong, please, I’m begging you Mr. Silk...don’t...”

“But Lisa,” Silk interrupted, “it’s what Frank wants. It’s what our most important customer wants. This woman here gave you three choices. This is the one you, yourself, picked. A promise is a promise, Lisa.” He took hold of the wrist cuffs on the chain. “Get your sweet ass over here.”

Slowly Lisa crossed to the center of the room. When she reached Silk, she held out her hands. He quickly buckled her wrists into the leather bracelets. He pointed to the table and steadied her as she stepped up on it. “Lift your arms,” he said. As she did so, he pulled on the rope stretching her until only the toes of her spike heels touched the top of the table. Silk attached the rope to a sturdy steel ring in the far wall. He stood back. “See if you can stick your ass out a little.” Lisa tried but could not maintain her position because almost all of her weight was supported by the rope.

The stretching of her arms thrust her small breasts forward. Under the strong light the narrowness of her waist, the pale thinness of her body and the rounded flare of her buttocks were accented. The light shown on her flat belly, her rib cage, and the pubescent crease of her vagina.

Silk crossed to me. “Billy,” he said, holding the two belts above my head, “guess who’s gonna decide low long your little wife feels the fuckin riding crop?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “You are,” he laughed. “Arisha over there,” he pointed at the woman, “is gonna lay into your wife’s sweet ass until you manage to cum. The longer it takes you to pop your nuts, the longer Lisa gets whipped.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I began to tug at the handcuff. “You can’t....”

“We can do whatever the fuck we want, Billy boy.” Silk motioned to Rafti. Together they held one of my wrists behind my back while they transferred the handcuff that secured me to the heating pipe to my other wrist. Grabbing my arm, Silk led me to the middle of the room and turned me to face Lisa. Because of the table she was standing on, we were the same height.

“Lisa, for God’s sake...” I began.

Silk cut me off. “Not a fucking word, Billy!” he shouted. “You say anything more and I’ll put a gag in your mouth.” He motioned to Arisha who was still on the couch. “Okay, missus, before you get your wish, there’s a little job I have for you.”

Arisha shuffled over to stand beside me, facing Silk. “Yeah, what’s that?”

“Take out his dick,” Silk ordered.

“What?”

“You deaf or something? I said take out his dick. Just zip him down and take it out.”