She looked at herself in the mirror and it made her cry. Admiring her body in the mirror used to be a thing of significant joy for her. Now it brought tears to her eye. She resolved to stop doing that. All it did was torture her mind with the knowledge of what her family had made her.

She struggled to open the door, having to turn around and do it with her hands behind her back. Opening the door she saw the familiar table waiting in front of it, but this time it had only a key and a note. She leaned over to read the note.

Here's the key for all your cuffs. Take them off then get in the shower. By the way we're out of hot water. ;-)

Slowly crying now, Denise picked up the key and went back into her room. She sat on her bed and struggled with the handcuffs for several minutes. She tried to look over her shoulder and watch the key into the keyhole but it was very difficult. Eventually she felt it slide into the keyhole and tried turning it. She was able to twist the key the right way and felt the handcuff unlock from her right wrist. She pulled it open and freed her wrist, then brought her hand in front of her and unlocked the other wrist. She rubbed her wrists and arms quickly, bringing the lifeblood back into them. After a few minutes she bent over and easily uncuffed her ankles, then walked to the bathroom.

She turned the water on full heat, hoping that possibly her brother had been lying to her but found out he wasn't. There was no hot water. In fact, it was freezing cold. She washed as quickly as she could, but even beneath the freezing cold water she spent a long amount of time cleaning her crotch area, embarrassed and ashamed at the raping her brothers had given her. She cried in the shower, and she cried when she stepped out and dried herself.

Walking over to the sink she brushed her teeth and cleaned herself up, blow drying her hair and combing it. Wrapping her towel around her she opened the door and there saw the familiar table that had been moved from down the hall.

On it sat the day's clothes: all black today. Black panties and bra, stockings, and pumps. She gathered the clothes up and closed the bathroom door. She slid the clothes on, snapped the stockings onto the clips extending from her panties, and walked out.

She paced up and down the hallway a few times to get used to walking in the heels, which were a little tight. She hadn't worn heels in several months so she had to get adjusted to them again. When she felt ready, she descended down the stairs.

Her brothers weren't in the family room as she expected. Unsure of what to do, she shakily started walking around the house, and found them finally in the living room, which was set up as it always was, except for one of the chairs from the table was sitting in the middle of it.

"Take a seat, Denise," Jake commanded and she did.

Jake took her wrists and pulled them behind the chair, binding them together, then separated her legs, tying each leg to a separate leg of the chair. He then wrapped rope around her waist and tied it to one of the wooden legs beneath the chair, pulling her body out a bit. Then he slid a red ball gag into her mouth and snapped it closed.

"Eric has agreed with me," Jake said, "about your disappointing sexual performance last night. And so we have both decided to punish you." Denise felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. "But first-" Jake held up his camera, "some pictures."

He snapped a couple rolls of film of Denise sitting there, bound, gagged, helpless in front of him, her young body prepared to be abused by her two brothers.

When Jake was finished he spoke again. "Now, Dad told us we were not to permanently damage you. Which is why we have this." Jake showed her a whip he pulled out of the duffel bag laying at his feet. "A very light whip, painful, but not very damaging. So when we hit you with this, it'll leave some lash lines, maybe raise a couple of welts, but it won't permanently scar you. Which is just what we want. So are you ready?"

Denise closed her eyes and tensed up as Jake reared back and brought the whip down across her stomach. Even if it was a "light" whip, it still hurt like hell. Denise yelled when it made contact with her bellybutton and would have jumped out of her chair had she not been tied down. Eric stared on in awe.

Jake pulled back again, and once again whipped her across the stomach. Again Denise jumped and this time, the tears started flowing freely. She started shaking her head and saying something beneath her gag that neither of the men could discern. Shrugging, Jake kept whipping her, giving her torso fifteen lashes in all. When he tossed the whip aside, her belly was bright red, covered with fifteen lash lines. Jake smiled and patted her stomach a couple times. "I bet that smarts," he said. Denise cried her face now covered in tears.

Jake slid her bra up, exposing her breasts next, then grabbed her nipples and quickly twisted. Again, Denise jolted harshly, and yelped in pain, the gag once again muffling her pleas. Smiling now, Jake pulled out a bag filled with thumbtacks. Denise looked on in horror, as Jake explained their use.

"Once again, no scars. And as you can see, there's hundreds here, enough to cover both your breasts completely. Some drops of blood, but nothing major, no noticeable remains once they're gone."

Jake pushed the first one into her breast. Denise gasped in pain. He slowly shoved each one into both of her breasts until they were completely covered, so that only her nipples were free of thumbtacks. When she passed out, he slid smelling salts under her nose to wake her up. And when just the nipples were left, Jake shoved both into those as well, covering her breasts in white metal thumbtacks.

Denise was trembling now in agony, the immense pain running through her breasts like fire. Jake irritated it by lifting the bra back over her breasts, and fitting it snugly over them, causing the thumbtacks to move and dig into her skin more. A couple fell out, and then Jake squeezed her breasts.

Denise's head flew back as the tacks dug deeper into her. Some more fell out, but the pain was still overwhelming. She once again passed out.

While she was out, Jake unbound her ankles and waist from the chair and gently knelt her down on the floor. With Eric propping her up, he bound her ankles and knees again and then slid the smelling salts under her nose again. She groggily came awake. Her brothers held her up until she was strong enough to regain her balance and realize her predicament. The tears coming again, Jake removed the ball gag from her mouth.

"Time for our blow jobs again, baby," he sneered.

Denise opened her mouth and accepted both of them, making both of them cum. Then Jake stepped behind her and pushed her down. She landed squarely on her tortured breasts and screamed.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Eric sat down on her back, pressing her breasts even harder into the carpeted floor and emitting another scream from her throat.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Both the brothers laughed and then Jake slapped her ass. "Stop it!" he commanded and she stopped, breathing heavily through the pain.

"Now we're gonna put some in your ass," Jake said, sliding her panties down a bit and exposing her rear end.

"Pl-e-e-e-ase," Denise begged.

"Hush," Jake said. "Don't scream either."

Denise tensed her ass muscles as Jake and Eric plunged the thumbtacks into her ass as well. She tried her hardest not to scream, but eventually the pain became unbearable and she let out a shriek. The brothers ignored her and kept shoving the thumbtacks into her ass. When she passed out, Jake slid smelling salts beneath her nose until she regained consciousness and then the brothers continued. Soon, her ass was covered as much as her breasts and Jake slid the panties back up and patted her ass.

Jake then slid the ball gag back into her mouth as Denise cried, leaving her alone with Eric.

Eric stroked her hair and sat cross legged in front of his sister, who was bound and feeling a pain Eric couldn't imagine. Smiling, Eric patted her head.

Eric ran has hands up and down her legs and back, occasionally causing Denise to squirm in discomfort when he pressed down on her. He massaged her arms and shoulders, feeling every inch of the back of her body. Then he quickly flipped her over.

The thumbtacks dug into her ass for the first time and her eyes flew open wide as the pain hit her. She cried and looked up with pleading eyes at her younger brother, hoping to see some sign of mercy. Eric smiled.

Eric started groping her breasts, worsening her tortured, then started rubbing her stomach as well, which was still sore from the whipping. She cried.

Then he slid his hand down her panties.

Denise was startled and disgusted as Eric began to finger her. She tried to resist his touch, but every time she shifted she felt the thumbtacks dig into her ass and it made her cry harder. She felt herself starting to orgasm and Eric could tell it was about to come as well. So he stopped. As Denise felt her orgasm start to recede she cried at the cruelty of her brother, who couldn't even give her a moment of pleasure in the midst of her agony.

Every couple of minutes, Eric would flip Denise over, which would increase the pain from the thumbtacks as they once again would dig into her delicate skin. Every time Eric flipped her, he pressed down hard on her tortured areas to increase the pain, laughing at Denise's pain. He kept doing this to her for about a half hour until Jake returned.

"Everybody ready for some food?" he asked. Eric leapt up at the mention of food and entered the kitchen. As usual the table was set for two. Jake dragged Denise over to her place on the floor and set two bowls in front of her, then took off her ball gag.

Denise stared at the bowls. "W-what is this?" she asked hesitantly.

"Ground beef," said Jake. "Covered in my own jizz sauce. And you can wash it down with Eric's piss."

Denise's body shook with tears as she lowered her head and started to eat. She was disgusted by the food, she was disgusted by everything now, and she just wanted to kill her brothers. She didn't want to be treated like a dog anymore, like some worthless animal, always bound, kneeling, eating out of dog bowls, treated like a fucktoy. But there was nothing she could do. And somehow, she rationalized in her mind that it was just for this one summer, just for…she had to think…this was the third day so…seventy-five more days after this. And then she would be back to normal, back to just the old ways. She never thought she'd long for the old ways, when her father had only molested her, and only had sex with her, and nothing else. Now she yearned for it, for his loving touch, for the freedom from bondage and abuse that she was suffering at the hands of her sadistic brothers.

She ate the food, drank the urine and sat there silently as her brothers ate, giving both of them blow jobs when the meal was over.

When her brothers pulled her out from the under the table she looked at the clock. 2:30 in the afternoon. Oh God , there's still so much time left in the day she thought. She felt herself tremble as her brothers stood her up, ramrod straight, in the middle of the kitchen and gaped at her.

"Kneel, Denise," Jake ordered.

Slowly she did.