The Lisa Series (27 page)

Muttering, Arisha unzipped me and fumbled in my pants for a moment, then extracted my cock, which was painfully rigid. “Look at that,” Silk chuckled. “Lisa, your husband is getting off on this just as much as the rest of us depraved perverts!”

Lisa stared at a spot above my head. She had not acknowledged me. She seemed to be gripped by fear. Her legs trembled and she was breathing quick and hard. Silk and Rafti pulled me around so that I faced her. Then they encircled both Lisa and me with one of Frank’s belts. Silk adjusted the belt so that it cut across both of our waists. He cinched it as tight as he could. “Now,” he said, “Lisa open your legs so that Billy’s cock sticks out between them.” Lisa spread her legs. “Close them,” Silk ordered. When her bare legs were pressed against my cock, he and Rafti placed the other belt just beneath our ass cheeks. They pulled it tight and buckled it. We were strapped together, my cock clamped between Lisa’s legs.

“Listen up, Billy,” Silk began. “If you start moving back, you just might pull your wife’s arms out of their sockets. So what you gotta do is lean into her so that she keeps her ass in the same place. That way, you’ll be helping Arisha to whip her.” I started to protest but Silk ignored me. “You want to make it easier on Lisa, you just concentrate on cumming. We want a nice shot of you all tied up against your wife while she offers her ass to Arisha’s riding crop.” Lisa’s eyes were closed, but I could see tears forming in their corners. Silk was explaining to Rafti and Arisha, “Get the picture...while Lisa’s being whipped we see her husband so goddamn excited with his stiff prick sticking out from between his wife’s legs he shoots a big load of cum.”

It was clear this had been planned. No doubt Frank had orchestrated the whole evening. The fact that I was here. The whip, the cuffs, the eye bolt in the ceiling, even the small table...these were not available by accident nor were Rafti and his sadistic wife. Silk was finishing his instructions. “Now, Lisa, when Arisha asks you if you deserve to be whipped you know how to answer, right?” Lisa nodded.

He handed the riding crop to the ugly fat woman. For just an instant, a slight smile crossed her face. She tapped the handle lightly against Lisa’s cheek. Lisa turned her head away. Quickly Arisha placed the handle under Lisa’s chin and forced her head back with it. “Slut!” Arisha hissed. “Did you suck my husband’s cock?” Lisa nodded her head. “So, the little whore ought to be punished, right?”

“Yes,” Lisa said, blinking back the tears.

Arisha tapped Lisa’s face again with the handle. This time Lisa did not turn away. “Do you deserve to be whipped?” Arisha asked. Lisa lowered her eyes but did not answer. “Say it little whore!” Arisha demanded.

“I...I…deserve to be whipped,” Lisa whispered.

Arisha held the whip handle up to Lisa’s lips. “Kiss it,” she said. Gently Lisa pressed lips to the leather. Her body tensed as Arisha turned to stand behind her.

“Remember, Billy,” Silk cautioned, “if you don’t lean forward to push her ass back toward the whip, that rope is gonna yank at her arms and hurt them bad, real bad.” I leaned forward, and in doing so made Lisa’s ass a protruding and steady target. It was as Silk had said. I had become Arisha’s accomplice. I was helping her to punish my dear wife.

The whip whistled and landed with a loud crack. Lisa screamed and her body jerked against mine. Before she’d taken another breath, the whip landed again, and once more Lisa cried out, her eyes wide with fright and the tears already flowing. Again and again the stiff, leather riding crop struck. The room echoed with the cracking of the whip and Lisa’s screams. Trying to avoid the painful strokes, Lisa twisted and pushed against me. My cock seemed ready to explode. I desperately wanted to cum, more for Lisa’s sake than my own. But for some reason, I couldn’t. The whipping became faster now and harder. Lisa’s body and mine were slick with sweat. Tears streamed from Lisa’s eyes and her agonized screams became louder. My cock was squeezed tightly between her legs. Suddenly, I became aware of a warm stickiness along its length. Lisa was wet...she was aroused to the point where her pussy almost dripped.

When I realized this, I came in long spasmodic bursts that caused Arisha to stop and step back. “Great!” Silk yelled gleefully. “That’s just what we wanted!” He slackened the rope just a little, then unstrapped me. I had trouble standing. Silk led me to the side wall and once more cuffed me to the pipe. Finally, he let Lisa down. She collapsed in his arms, sobbing. Silk held on to her to prevent her from falling to the floor. “Jesus,” he said, “I didn’t think she would whip you so hard.” Lisa quieted.

Still holding her, Silk put one hand between her legs. Lisa gasped, then a low moaning sound came from her throat. “Goddamn it!” Silk exclaimed, “you’re gushing.” He glanced over at me, “Ah, Billy, the big man thought this might happen.” He put his wet fingers up to his nose and grinned. “It looks like this little woman who belongs to Frank and me keeps getting more valuable all the fuckin time!” He held Lisa’s tear streaked face between his bony hands, “You’re hot, ain’t you? Real fuckin hot?” Lisa closed her eyes and nodded. “Can you stand by yourself?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so,” she rasped.

Shortly after this descent into Hell began two months ago, I started to have a recurring dream. It always came at the same time, in the mornings during that period between sleep and wakefulness. Lisa and I were alone on a sailboat when a great storm arose. The mast snapped, pinning me under it. Although I had all of my senses and was not in pain, I couldn’t move. Lisa was swept overboard. I watched, helplessly, as she struggled to swim back. She would come within an arm’s length of reaching the boat. Then, the current pulled her out again. Each time this happened, she was drawn further from the boat and, as she weakened, her efforts to save herself diminished.

Silk stepped back and turned her around so he could see her ass. “Jesus, she marked you up good...raised some red welts.” Silk touched her ass. Lisa uttered a little cry and drew back. “Yeah,” Silk shook his head, “that fine ass is gonna be sore for awhile.” Silk turned her back to face him and pulled her naked body into him. “Who do you belong to, Mrs. Lindal?” He winked across at me as she lifted her arms and clasped her hands behind his scrawny neck.

“I belong to you,” she said.

“Yeah, you bet your sweet ass you do,” he chuckled. “Them whip marks are gonna show up real good in the tape.” She drew his head down to hers and parted her lips to receive his tongue. As they kissed, she pressed her bare crotch against him.

When they parted, Silk looked at her for a long while, grinning. His cracked lips were wet, the stubs of his teeth showed yellow under the light. I thought I might see in his eyes some sign of admiration, possibly a hint of caring. There was nothing but lust and contempt. He placed his filthy hands on her breasts and casually rolled her nipples between his long fingers. Lisa closed her eyes and groaned. She reached out to him again, but he stepped back. “What you want, bitch?” he mocked her. “Tell old Silk what you want.”

She started toward him, her balance unsteady, “You, honey. I want you.”

Silk backed away. “On your knees,” he said.

Painfully, Lisa got to her knees. Silk crossed the room to stand near me. “Crawl,” he said.

Lisa crawled toward us, her small breasts swaying, the toes of her shoes scraping against the bare floor. She never glanced at me, but stared steadily up at Silk. As she came closer I could see that, in several places, the whip had broken her skin. I also saw that secretions still oozed along her slit. When she reached Silk, she was only three feet from where I sat on the floor handcuffed to the pipe. “I got you trained just like a little dog, don’t I, Mrs. Lindal?”

Instead of answering him she lowered her head to his rotting sneaker just as she had done before. She reached out and cradled it in both hands. “Yes, you do. You have me trained.” She looked up at him, “Trained like a little dog,” she said.

I turned away. Silk laughed at me. Rafti and Arisha joined him. Lisa still knelt at his feet. He patted her on the head. “Yeah, my little pet is learning where she belongs, ain’t you Lisa?”

Still on her knees, she straightened and arched her back. She put her hands behind her neck and thrust her breasts up toward him. Her nipples were hard. She licked her lips. “Yes, I’m learning what I need. I’m learning where I belong. I belong here, like this, begging you to...to...”

“To what?”

“To please fuck me...please honey, I’m begging you to fuck me...to fuck my ass.”

Chapter Five

Silk and Dooley

Silk looked at Rafti and Arisha, “You see that? You hear that?”

“She’s a slut...a filthy slut,” Arisha muttered.

“You said we could watch; we could watch you fuck her beautiful ass.” Rafti said. “Is that not correct?”

Silk stepped back and lifted Lisa from her kneeling position. Holding her at arm’s length, his hands on the bare skin of her waist, he asked, “Is that what you promised them? You told them that they could watch you spread your cheeks for me?”

“Yes, I said they could stay.” From where I sat on the floor just behind Lisa, I saw the well-formed muscles of her calves and thighs still trembling from the whipping she had endured. The bright red marks on her buttocks had begun to darken.

“Well, let’s get on with it then,” Silk said. He lifted one hand to her chin and tilted her head up. “You remember what we talked about this morning, what you’re gonna wear and do...the things you are gonna say? We got to keep the video hot.”His hand gripped her waist tighter and, with a long thin finger of his other hand, he touched her lower lip. To see the familiarity with which he touched her, his dirty hand on her naked waist, his grimy fingernails tracing the line of her lip, sickened me and made me terribly ashamed.

She was my wife. Two months ago we would have crossed the street to avoid coming close to this filthy old degenerate. But now she obeyed his obscene orders, she offered herself to him in ways she could never have imagined giving herself to me. For his enjoyment she suffered the whip. She knelt at his feet and begged him to fuck her ass. My wife, my Lisa, continued to submit unconditionally to this evil old man who smelled of perspiration and urine...this greedy vicious pervert who called her his woman. Here I was, shackled to a pipe not three feet from them. I looked hard at the welts on her buttocks, her stiff nipples, her swollen lips. As I watched the possessive way Silk put his hands on her, I felt my cock twitch.

Lisa nodded slightly, “Yes, honey. I’m yours. I remember what you said. I know what you want.”

“Good.” He turned her around. “You’re all over sweat again. Take another quick shower. Rub some oil on yourself, all over, you know? And don’t forget the KY.”

As Lisa passed me she looked down. Her face was set. In her eyes there was a terrible sadness. I recalled my dream...an exhausted woman caught in a current she could no longer fight.

Silk began fine tuning the lights until a soft circle of illumination fell both on the couch and the area in front of it. Into this light he pushed a shabby green vinyl lazy boy chair. He made some adjustments so the chair didn’t block the camera’s view of the couch. Although there were three cameras attached to the ceiling beam, he set up two others at the outer edge of the circle. “All automated,” he said. “Different lenses...only the best. There’s a microphone for each camera. When we start filming again, we want to hear every word the little cunt says, so don’t none of you make no noise.” He opened some wooden folding chairs and gestured to Rafti and his wife. They moved to the middle of the room and sat down. Rafti twisted the caps off three beers and handed a bottle to Arisha and another to Silk. Everyone ignored me. My cock was still exposed and had gone limp. My head ached. The metal handcuffs chaffed my wrists.

“I’d like to see the video of me whipping her,” Arisha said. “I’d like to whip her again. Whip her little titties...whip them good.”

“The whipping,” Rafti said, “was quite painful.”

Silk smiled. “Yeah, I didn’t expect your wife to beat her that hard or that long. I thought old Billy boy would cum a lot sooner.” He looked over at me. “It’s your fault, Billy. You should of cum.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to,” Arisha said. “Maybe he was gettin off on it?”

Silk laughed. “Is that right, Billy? Was you gettin off?” Silk walked over to a dark corner at the other end of the room. “Got to change into my work clothes,” he said.

We sat in silence. After a few minutes, he returned wearing a ratty black terry cloth robe and old leather slippers. He stood in the circle of light and raised his arms. “How’s this?” he grinned. “Ain’t had a shower in a couple of days, but Lisa don’t mind.” He looked directly at me. “At first, she would turn away and make a face, but she don’t do that no more. Now, she’s used to it.”He lowered himself into the chair and pushed a lever on its side. The footstool lifted as he stretched out. “Just think, Billy, your pretty young wife is right this minute gettin herself all made up and rubbing that KY around her little pink asshole.” He leaned back putting his hands behind his head. “She’s in the bathroom making herself real sexy, rubbing that young body with oil, spraying perfume on it, painting them sweet lips...all for old Silk.” He laughed and so did Rafti and Arisha. “And you know what I’m gonna do?” Silk continued. “I’m gonna have Billy’s wife beg me to fuck her ass, and she will...she sure as hell will.” He closed his eyes. “You know why she wants to look good? You know why she’ll beg? I’m not sure I know, but she’ll come out here lookin good and she’ll beg for my cock. Your pretty young wife begs for my cock, Billy, every fuckin night down on her knees, her sweet lips all bright red and wet, that tight little body naked. She begs for it, Billy. Your wife begs for my prick.”

Rafti nodded, “She is a beautiful woman,” he said, “a very young and very beautiful woman.”

“Skinny whore,” Arisha hissed.

“Yeah, she’s beautiful all right,” Silk put one hand on his crotch and fondled his cock. “But, you know, I just can’t figure her out. It’s the honest-to-God truth there ain’t nothing holding her here except she wants to do whatever Frank and me tell her.” He glanced at me. “Right, Billy?” I didn’t answer. Silk went on, “I know she hates me. She thinks I’m disgusting. Shit, she’s right. I am fucking disgusting. When Frank gave her to me for two weeks he told her she would belong to me. He said I could do whatever I wanted. I thought sure she’d walk out but, by God, she agreed.” He paused for a moment. “I like knowing she can’t stand for me to even touch her. It makes things more interesting, you know? A couple of minutes ago she was holding my stinkin sneaker like it was a new born kid. You all seen it. Weird,” he said, “fuckin weird.”