The Last Pin (M/ff, S&M, cons, crime) Copyright reserved 1999 Verywierd Warning! The following story includes nudity, sexual activity of various kinds and graphic depictions of sadism and torture. Do not read this if you are offended by the above or are disallowed from access to writings of a sexual nature by the laws of your place of residence. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Chapter One The bump of the tires kissing the tarmac announced the arrival of the private jet at its destination. All the windows were sealed shut and the aircrew had not opened the door to the cabin since Derek had walked up the boarding ramp into the aircraft. Being suspicious by nature and by training, Derek always disliked this part of the trip. However, what awaited him outside of the metal and plastic cylinder that briefly imprisoned him more than compensated for such minor discomforts. Another thump told him that the mobile steps and his welcoming committee had arrived. As the passenger door swung open, Derek was momentarily blinded by the bright glare of the open sky. Slipping on his sunglasses, he stepped quickly through the portal and down the short flight of steps. Nearby a silver grey Mercedes with dark tinted widows sat waiting. A dark man in overalls stood beside the steps, obviously an airfield worker. Out of habit, Derek took note of his appearance. Much more interestingly, a tall blond haired woman dressed in a white blouse and short light-grey skirt stood beside the car, smiling in obvious greeting. Taking a grip on his small overnight bag, Derek walked up to the attractive woman. "Welcome sir," she said "I hope you had a comfortable trip." "Call me Derek" he replied smiling back. "OK Derek, and my name is Lisa. This way please" she replied, opening the door of the car. In the driver's seat sat another woman, also a blond. She was wearing a light jacket and Derek could just barely see the outline of the shoulder holster that she wore underneath. "This is Julia, your driver during your stay. She is also in charge of your security while you are here." "So I gathered" said Derek, turning to stare at Lisa from behind his dark lenses. Unfazed by his scrutiny, Lisa sat smiling as the car started down the road and out of the private airfield. This was the third such "trip" that Derek had made since becoming Deputy Director of the Special Task Force set up to combat the inflow of cocaine from South America. Made up of special, hand picked men and women, the Task Force was intended to side step the traditional law enforcement organisations such as the DEA. Vast amounts of money from the drug cartels had made security in these organisations virtually non-existent. All the Task Force personnel had impeccable backgrounds and had been vetted to weed out any chance of bribery. For instance, Derek himself came from a wealthy family and was virtually immune to financial "incentives". Special security was provided to all family members to prevent threats from that direction. The Task Force had been very successful and Derek was riding high on a wave of arrests and drug confiscations. Until he had met Carlos. As cunning as a fox and as deadly as the product that his cartel sold, Carlos and his organisation had managed to defeat every attempt by the Task Force to break it. Derek began having visions of demotion and an abrupt end to his career. Even then, his devotion to duty did not waver. Unfortunately, Carlos was not only as thorough as the government agencies assigned to vet Derek's background, but possessed of far more resources. Finally, a diligent investigator working for Carlos struck paydirt. Derek had a secret. He was a sexual sadist. At the age of sixteen, he had whipped a prostitute so badly that his family had had to pay substantial amounts of money to all concerned in the incident to hush it up. Derek had always been ambitious and had quickly realised that any further "accidents" of this kind could end any chances for his future in politics and industry. He became a model citizen. Through a series of very careful contacts, Carlos made Derek an offer. Derek could continue as he was and risk disgrace or, he could "cooperate" with Carlos in return for a series of orchestrated arrests designed to keep the Task Force in the limelight and one more special "bonus". At regular intervals, Derek could go on leave for a few days. During these holidays, Carlos would supply the one thing that Derek craved. At various secret locations, he would be given the use of a large house and grounds, transport, security and a supply of beautiful women whom he could abuse in any way that he desired. Carlos assured him that the women would be available for anything at all, no limits. When he had had his fill, he could just walk away and let the drug lord's minions clean up the mess. Smarting from a series of reprimands and rising pressure to show progress "or else", Derek accepted the offer. He knew that once he had given Carlos secret information regarding Task Force operations, he would be tied to the criminal's fortunes permanently and that any possible sex scandals and battered women would be the least of his troubles if he were found out. In the cool embrace of the car's leather seat, Derek continued his examination of the woman sitting beside him. Her short skirt had ridden up her long sleek thighs and her legs were definitely worth looking at. "There will be two of us attending to you this time" commented Lisa. "Excluding Julia of course" she added, nodding at the driver's back. "Of course." echoed Derek dryly. The driver was here in the capacity of Carlos' eyes. Pulling up into the driveway of the large, two storey house, Derek could see the figure of another woman standing in front of the doorway, dressed in what appeared to be brown trousers and matching sweater. When he got a good look at the woman's face, he felt a chill run through him like an arctic wind. He recognised the woman who waited for them to exit the vehicle. He had seen that beautiful face just briefly, three years ago during a visit to a police training academy. She was a cop! Obviously, she was an undercover operative for another agency. The possibilities ran through his brain like a swarm of locust. Was she after him? Was she after Carlos? Was this just a coincidence? Most dangerous of all, was this some kind of test set up by Carlos? Derek realised that he had no choice. He would have to carry on as if he had not recognised her. He would also have to ensure that the woman did not survive the next few days! Once he had made his decision, he found that the idea of having the policewoman as his plaything very stimulating. He just might enjoy this weekend after all.
Chapter Two Seated in the living room he studied the policewoman, whom Lisa had introduced as Heather, closely. She either did not recognise him or was extremely good. He would find out which before she died. "Lets just make sure that we are all playing on the same team here" he said to them. "I don't want any misunderstandings to spoil the weekend." Lisa continued to act as spokeswoman. "We are here to please you Derek; in any way that you want. No limits." She glanced at Heather as if seeking confirmation. Heather nodded in agreement. "Our ...employer has made it abundantly clear that your wishes are to be obeyed without question." The slight change in her voice confirmed that Carlos had ensured the compliance of these two women. Derek smiled. "Carlos can be most persuasive." His deliberate use of the criminal's name failed to draw a response from Heather apart from another nod. "OK. I would like to take a shower and have some lunch" declared Derek. "However, before that, what say we er, break the ice, so to speak?" He gestured with his hands, motioning the two women to come closer and to stand in front of the couch in which he sat. Derek's tone and choice of words changed as he began to relax. "Take off your tops. I want to see your tits." Leaning back, Derek watched avidly, as Lisa began pulling the ends of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and carefully undoing the pearl coloured buttons. Heather had an easier time of it , just pulling her sweater up and off. Next came the bras, the two women reaching up into their cleavage to undo the hooks and shrugging the lacy garments off their shoulders like a man taking off his coat. Without any false modesty, they dropped the undergarments and stood facing Derek, their arms at their sides. Two pairs of brownish pink nipples rose and fell gently at the tips of four beautifully formed breasts which were obviously the work of nature and not silicone. Tiny blond hairs covered Lisa's torso, which glistened faintly in the light from the large windows. Heather had slightly darker nipples to match her chestnut hair. "I want you ladies to get acquainted. Heather, grab hold of Lisa's nipples and squeeze them. Hard!" he ordered. Calmly, Lisa turned to face her female companion. Heather reached up to grip Lisa's nipples with her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing firmly. Aside from a gentle hiss of indrawn breath, Lisa did not react to the indelicate treatment of her nipples. After a moment, Heather glanced at Derek, who remained silent, obviously waiting. Drawing a breath of her own, Heather squeezed harder, starting to twist the other woman's crushed nipples. Derek let Heather continue until signs of obvious discomfort began to show on Lisa's face. Then he ordered Heather to stop and Lisa to take her turn. Heather showed the same amount of endurance as Lisa, standing still as her nipples were roughly squeezed and mistreated. Heather's face was more expressive however, and her beautiful features moved in time to Lisa's strong fingers as they hurt her teats. This little entertainment was enough to put a lump in Derek's pants, so he decided to go and have his shower. He let Lisa stop hurting Heather's nipples. Heather relaxed with a sigh of relief. "Just so you ladies don't get bored while I am way, I want you to play a little game." The two topless women eyed him suspiciously. "I want you to play patty-cake with each other's boobs. You slap her left breast, you do it back, then the right one and so on. Get me?" The girls nodded glumly. "I want to keep hearing that nice patty-cake sound when I come back" he warned "and if I don't hear anything then the both of you will be sorry!" Grinning, Derek strode off towards his room and a relaxing shower, the sound of female hands slapping female flesh adding a bounce to his stride.
Chapter Three Twenty minutes later, Derek returned, his hair wet and slicked back from the shower. His rubber soled shoes made no sound as he approached the living room. The rhythmic sounds of hands slapping breasts could still be heard clearly. The girls' heavy breathing could also just be heard, the exertions of the past twenty minutes obviously taking their toll. " Look, why don't we take a break?" said Heather's tired voice. "My tits are bruised and red enough to convince him that we have been good girls and so are yours." "No." replied Lisa voice. "There is no way that I am taking the risk that Derek might tell Carlos that I was not doing my best. Derek might kill us by accident, but Carlos will slaughter us like hogs along with our friends and families. Besides, as long as Derek thinks that I am cooperating he will not hurt me as badly as if he had to tie me down; I hope." "Oww!" yelp Heather as what sounded like an extra hard slap from Lisa cracked home. "OK! OK! It was just a suggestion!" Derek stepped through the door. "Lisa is a smart girl. Just do as I tell you and you both might get out of this in one piece." He smiled as Heather jumped guiltily. Motioning the panting girls to stop, he examined their breasts. The outer sides of both the girls' breasts were deep red and bruised from the beating they had taken, the skin glistening from the sweat that coated the un- bruised areas. Cupping Lisa's breast in his palm, her flesh felt feverishly hot. It was obviously very sore as she grimaced at his touch. Heather's tits were in the same condition, although she reacted to his touch with "oohs" and "owws". Satisfied, he let them take a ten minute rest. "Break time's over!" Derek announced, clapping his hands. "Both of you strip! I want to see some pussy!" he said, deliberately being crude. Lisa stood up, unhooked her skirt and pulled it down over her hips along with her panties in a smooth elegant motion. Naked, the tall beauty stepped over to Derek like a model on a catwalk, her hips swaying gently. She was clean shaven between her legs and the slit of her sex could be clearly seen. Meanwhile, it was obvious that Heather was not a experience in taking off her clothes on command. She had gotten her feet tangled up in her trousers and panties, and was almost running to catch up with the other woman. Heather was not shaved, although her dark pubic hair was sparse and neatly trimmed. "I want to whip your cunts. Do you have anything that I can use?" Derek asked, knowing that Carlos would have made sure that all the necessary "tools" were in stock. He looked at Heather, who had a "Who? Me?" look on her face. With a sideways glare at Heather, Lisa said "You can find the stuff you need in that cabinet in the corner Derek." Opening the cabinet, Derek found an amazing collection of whips, crops, clips and other accessories including some devices that obviously needed instruction manuals or were more suited to trapping dinosaurs. Whistling a Christmas carol, he carefully went through the selection before picking a foot long leather strap. It was about an inch wide and as thick as a normal man's belt. "Just the thing!" he announced, waving the implement at the two women merrily. Heather's hand involuntarily moved to cover her mound. Slapping his palm with the strap, Derek walked back to his seat. "I want to get started right away, but I want my lunch too. So, one of you will have to go get lunch from the kitchen, while I begin on the other" he announced. "Who goes first?" he asked, letting his eyes catch Lisa's momentarily. "I'll go first." said Lisa before Heather could respond. Surprised, Heather nodded in agreement. "Where do you want me?" asked Lisa. "Up on the table on your back." answered Derek, pleased. His prick throbbed agreeably as he watched the blond woman climb up on the table, bend her knees and spread her thighs, wide. "Is this OK?" she asked. Derek picked up a small cushion and pushed it under her hips. "Pull your knees up a bit more, and please open up your pussy for me. I want to hit right inside." Obediently, Lisa reached around her thighs to spread her outer lips with the tips of her fingers. After a bit of fumbling, she managed to get a good grip on the smooth skin of her outer labia and was able to open herself out wide enough so that Derek could see the mouth of her vagina and even her urethra. "Right. That is lovely Lisa. Heather, I am going to start playing with Lisa's pussy now. You run off and get our lunch. It will be your turn when you get back." said Derek genially, making a shooing motion with his free hand. As Heather scampered off towards the kitchen, she heard him say, "Lets start with ten. Count them out loud." The sound of leather striking soft skin echoed in the hallway leading to the kitchen. "One!" gasped Lisa as the tip of the strap landed on her labia, slightly off centre and just missing her vaginal opening." Derek took aim and managed to hit Lisa dead centre with the second stroke. Splat! "Aaahh! Two!" Splat! "Three!" Splat! "Owww! Four!" gasped Lisa as the strap landed higher up, stinging her clit. The pain of this stroke was much worse than the previous ones, sending waves of pain through her hips and belly. "In all the story books, the girl's pussy is usually wet at this point, proving that she is secretly enjoying it. Are you wet?" asked Derek grinning. "I really don't think so." replied Lisa wryly. Derek pushed a finger into her widespread vagina, drawing a yelp from Lisa as his touch rasped the dry sex flesh. "Dry as a bone." reported Derek. "How disappointing." he said, shaking his head with a sly smile. "Oh well..." Splat! "Five" gasped Lisa. As Derek swung the strap for the sixth time, Lisa's body reflexively shrank back from the blow, the muscles of her pussy squeezing down in anticipation of the pain. Even her clit visibly drew back. Derek stopped the blow before the leather touched her cringing pussy and waited, smiling. "Sorry!" said Lisa in recognition of her failure. With a visible effort, she relaxed her muscles and pushed her pussy out in greater prominence, making sure that she was as open as possible to the whip. The pussy whipping continued. When Heather returned to the living room, she heard Lisa moan and gasp "Fifty- two". Her eyes were red and there were traces of tears. Heather was surprised to see that Lisa's pussy showed little sign of the beating that it had taken. The inner labia were red and swollen, but that could be mistaken for sexual arousal. "Ah! Lunch!" exclaimed Derek. He lowered the whip and patted Lisa's pussy mound like he would a responsive dog. "You can get up now." "Hmm. I can't eat and do Heather at the same time. Tell you what," he continued brightly, "Lisa can do the honours while I eat. I love having a show to watch with my meals." Derek settled down at the end of the table with his steak, with Heather's pussy two feet away from his plate. Lisa sat astride Heather's chest, her swollen pussy almost pressed into Heather's face. Derek ate the steak with obvious gusto, chewing almost in rhythm with the strap that Lisa cracked ruthlessly down on the other woman's spread pussy. Lisa did not bother to count, assuming correctly that the beating would go on as long as Derek continued eating. Finally, his meal finished, Derek let the women stop to eat, which they did standing up, both being too sore between the legs to sit comfortably.
Chapter Four When the women had cleaned up the remains of the meal, it was time for some more fun and games. "Lisa, you seem to be the one with ideas, so how about a suggestion? Lets stay with your pussies for the time being." said Derek. Lisa closed her eyes for a moment. The vision of more torture inflicted on her pussy made her shudder, but she knew what she had to do. "What about cigarette burns?" she said. She heard Heather gasp behind her. "Nope. I don't smoke" replied Derek. "What about needles? I think that there are a few boxes in the cabinet." said Lisa, trying again. Derek smile blissfully. "Needles! I like it. Go and get them Lisa." Lisa went to the cabinet and returned with a box of sewing pins that had small coloured plastic balls at the blunt end. She held them out to Derek. Derek flipped a coin. "I'm afraid that it is you first again Lisa!" Without asking, Lisa went to sit in a large padded armchair, hooking her legs over the arms, her buttocks at the edge of the seat. She rested her hands on the seat to each side of her hips to provide support and stop her from slipping off the chair. "I'm ready Derek." Derek sat down on the floor between her thighs, Lisa's pussy nicely positioned in front of him. He set the box of pins on the floor and reached out to grip Lisa's right labia, pulling it out firmly, stretching the soft flap as far as it could go. Lisa's teeth were clenched and her breath hissed loudly as she watched the tip of the first shining pin approach her labia. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was mesmerised by the sight. The point of the pin touched the inner side of her labia, low down near her vaginal mouth and she felt a sharp pricking sensation. Over Derek's shoulder, she could see Heather's horrified face. Derek pushed slowly, letting the pain build as the pin pushed against the taut skin, making a little tent in the flesh on the other side. He heard Lisa's voice rise in a cry of pain, gradually getting louder as the pain increased. A tiny dot of blood formed around the point of the pin, then suddenly it broke through to appear on the outer side of the tortured labia. "AAAhh!" screamed Lisa as the pin pierced her flesh. Derek placed the point of another pin a little above the first and began the slow, agonising push. Lisa cried out again as the second pin tore her labia. She shook her head as if denying the pain, biting her lower lip. She could see the tiny drops of blood starting to run downwards and a separate part of her mind noted incongruously that the fabric of the armchair was going to get stained. Her fingers and toes clenched, as if to grip an unseen surface. A sharp throbbing pain radiated from her damaged pussy lip as the flesh began to swell. One by one, Derek thrust his pins into Lisa's sex, until a row of brightly coloured dots marched up towards the meeting point of her inner labia and the tiny pearl of her clitoris that lay above. When he had filled one lip, Derek started on the left labia. Lisa could not help but cry out each time she was pierced, but she managed to reduce the sound to a sharp "Owww! Owww! Owww!". She had been right about the blood, which now made two spreading stains on the seat. She was thankful that she had been able to so far control her bladder and had not had to face the additional humiliation of peeing in front of Derek. The sharp coppery smell of blood mingled with the musky smell of Lisa's vaginal secretions. She laughed softly, making Derek look up at her face with a raised eyebrow. Lisa shook her head in disbelief. "I guess the books were right after all!" she said, pointing with her nose at the glistening droplets of vaginal lubrication that had formed at the mouth of her sex. Somehow, the humiliating exposure combined with Derek's rough handling of her pussy had managed to stimulate a flow of her juices despite all the pain. Finally, both labia had been filled to the top. Derek held up one more pin. "I guess you know where this goes Lisa!" he said. "When that is done, I can play with Heather's pretty pussy!" Suddenly, Derek saw Lisa's eyes widen in shock and he heard Heather's voice, twisted with rage and fear... "You bastard! You won't be touching my pussy or any one else's ever again!" she screamed. Derek twisted around and saw that Heather had a .357 caliber revolver in her hands, gripped in the Academy approved stance. "Aren't you out of uniform officer?" he asked, raising his hands. Carefully, he shuffled around to face the enraged police woman. Heather sneered. "You think that you are so smart, Mr. Special Task Force! Well, you are not the only one who can make deals. I can also supply Carlos with enough information to dodge the drug hounds. I just have to prove to him that I am loyal and good enough for the job!" "By killing me." prompted Derek "That's right you prick. I had to play along with your sick games until I was sure that you were unarmed and too busy with Miss Pincushion to see me go for the gun. And now..." she said, taking aim at the centre of his body. The gun went off with a sharp crack. Heather's face twisted in shock as the bullet entered her shoulder, smashing the bone and making her drop her revolver. The thick carpet prevented a misfire as it hit the floor. "You lose." said Derek softly, finishing her sentence for her. Heather stared in disbelief at the 9mm Beretta in Lisa's hands. "Why?" she groaned. Lisa smiled. "Derek made me an offer while you were in the kitchen. After all, a girl can never have too much money, can she! And having a Deputy Director as friend can't be bad either." Just then, Julia ran in, gun drawn. "I am afraid that Heather is going to meet with an unfortunate accident." said Derek to the grim faced guard, who nodded in understanding. Julia gripped the wounded woman by the hair, the muzzle of her gun in the back of her neck. Stumbling in shock and pain Heather and her executioner left the room. Derek turned back to Lisa and kissed her on the lips, and at the same time taking back his gun. "And what now?" he asked her. Lisa grinned and pointed to the last pin that Derek still held in his fingers. "As I recall, my clit still has an appointment with that nasty pin!" she replied, reaching down to spread her pin studded labia and expose her shiny pink pearl. "Smart girl." said Derek admiringly as he sat down in front of Lisa's pussy again. The End.
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