She was keyed up both physically and mentally.
The woman ran for the kitchen. Before she got there, he was on her. His powerful hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her feet from the cold tile floor.
"Hiding from me, huh? That deserves the worst punishment I can give you!"
"No, don't! What are you going to do?" She was enjoying this. It made her feel great!
"The range! I'm going to see how those tits of yours do on the lighted stove."
"WHAT?" she screamed. "T-that's inhuman! Y-you can't mean it?"
He said nothing. In her blindness, she tried to follow his actions. Dragging her across the kitchen floor obscured some of the sounds. But not the click as the electric stove was turned on. And the heat boiling off the front burner told her he wasn't kidding. He was going to use that stove for something and it wasn't boiling a pot of coffee.
He bent her over the burner until she could feel the waves of heat radiating up from the stove. He held her firmly by the back of the neck so that her tits were just inches away from the blazing hot element.
"Like this?" he demanded.
"No, stop, please! I don't want this!" she begged.
She felt her wrists being bound together with a ball of twine she kept in a nearby cabinet. When her brother had finished, her wrists were firmly secured behind her back. Then he looped some string around her neck and pulled it down between her legs.
Tension on the string caused the twine to clit deeply into her snatch. As long as she held her head down bent forward, the string merely lay in her sex gash without chafing her delicate flesh.
But in this position, her tits were scant inches away from the stove burners. She was caught in a double bind. If she tried to straighten up, the string clit into her sex slit and back of her neck. If she bent too far forward to escape the brutality of the string, her tits would burn on the hot stove.
"Why are you d-doing this?" she sobbed.
"You have to be taught a lesson," he told her. "You refused to become properly aroused when you received the gift of my cock. Now well see just how much you like the other side of the coin!"
He gave a tug at the string causing her tits to come perilously close to the burner. She could almost feel the flesh charring on her sensitive boobs. The heat did odd things to her body, things she couldn't understand.
Terrified, she was mutely amazed at how this could also be turning her on. The threat of mutilation was great. Yet, she doubted her brother would go that far.
Still, it was a dangerous game they were playing. The slightest miscalculation would muse her intense pain.
There was nothing she could do but trust him not to damage her.
She was completely helpless again. She was reduced to the small child having to rely on her big brother for aid. Anything he did would have to be okay with her. He held all the trump cards. She was his slave.
"Your ass looks real nice like that," he said calmly, giving the string around her neck a little tug to bend her forward toward the stove.
"W-what are you g-going to do?"
"I think I might fuck you like this. It looks like it would be interesting to really ball you now."
She felt a surge of joy in her. He wasn't going to continue with this for long. He was going to let her up and then they could get it on. He'd be cutting the twine holding her wrists so cruelly. She'd even be able to get the circulation back into her hands.
Then she'd really show him what it was like to ball!
When she felt his legs brushing against her ass, she wondered what he was doing. He hadn't clit the bonds on her wrists. He held the string around her neck as tightly as before. There was no indication he was really going to fuck her.
"Let me up!" she cried. "I can't fuck like this!"
"Why not?" he snapped back. "You're a hot one. The burner shouldn't bother you too much. Not as long as you have an equally hot cock up your ass!"
Then she felt his prick shoving between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The blunt nosed cock found her asshole, then began a gradually increasing pressure until he was inside.
She gasped and almost collapsed onto the stove. She managed to keep herself from falling. It required the utmost of balance. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn't reach out for support. And the slightest mistake would drive her boobs down onto the searing hot stove.
The cock inside her ass burned just as hot as the burner. He'd promised this. He delivered it.
When he began fucking her, it wasn't pleasure on her part. He may have been enjoying the tightness of her ass, the heat boiling out from her guts. For the woman, it was sheer terror.
She could have gotten into having him cornholing her. The novelty of this form of lovemaking still hadn't worn off. Yet she couldn't get into it as long as her hands were cold from lack of circulation and her tits were blazing hot from dangling over the stove.
In spite of it all, she found herself becoming strangely aroused. The heat on her boobs was far nicer than any mouth could have been. It was like her blood was being super-heated and then pumped wildly through her body.
The cock driving slowly back and forth in her tightest passage was certainly giving her something to think about, too. She had to brace herself for each thrust to keep from falling onto the stave top.
The inhuman behavior got to her. It made her realize how completely at her brother's mercy she was. There was only one question in her mind: did he have any mercy to show her?
"Please stop! I'll do anything, anything!" she begged.
"Anything, is it? All right. Let's try a little more conventional fucking. This kitchen is getting too hot for me."
She shivered in spite of her position. Hearing him say that told her he was only concerned about his own comfort. He might do anything to her. She loved the idea. Whatever happened would be unexpected, new, different. The ways her brother thought were something of a mystery to her. He might be able to come up with just about anything.
"Into the bedroom," he needlessly commanded. As long as he held the string, he kept her in perfect control. Guiding her along like a dog on a leash they went into the bedroom.
Hope raced in the woman's mind. He'd said they would fuck in a more ordinary manner. She hoped he meant on the bed. Everything he was doing to her made her aware of how masterful he was. She needed a strong man telling her what to do. The others had been so weak, so wishy-washy. This was living!
"Onto the bed, you stupid bitch!" he shouted. She fell heavily as he shoved her forward. At least the string between her legs was gone. The leash of twine hung loose around her neck. That wouldn't return to torment her.
But he hadn't given up on the string. Unable to see what he was doing, she had to figure it all out by the way it felt.
Loops of string went around each ankle. She was spread-eagled on the bed. With her hands tied under her, she was beginning to feel intense strain on her shoulders. Her wrists and hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation.
He had her strung up like a side of beef.
"There, I think I like the way you look now," he said. His hand began stroking over her body. She almost flinched when he touched her. Then she tried to relax as much as she could. His touch was light, gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her.
All the pain was coming from her arms and shoulders, her ankles where the string cruelly clit into her flesh. And she was beginning to notice a dull ache in her crotch. Being pulled apart like this was an unnatural strain. She didn't mind having a man between her legs. Now, there was nothing. No support, nothing to grip tightly with her knees.
Again the feeling of helplessness was reinforced.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Whatever I feel like doing. You talk too much. Maybe I should tie your tongue to the bed."