It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattels and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see.
And then there are Sandra Callahan and Hazel Doyle, two beautiful young nurses in a modern hospital. Neither young woman would ever have even imagined the nightmare their work would become.
CAPTIVE NURSES-the story of two women who find out what it is like to be treated like objects rather than people. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You're just a pair of prick-teasing sluts!" Roland snapped, staring at the two nurses. "You dress up to turn us on and when we come on to you, fuck, you act like we're perverts!" He snarled and almost tore his stethoscope apart.
"I don't like obscenity, Doctor Moore," Sandra Callahan said levelly, staring back at him. "And just because Hazel and I like to dress more fashionably than the rest of the nurses, that's no reason to treat us like common whores."
"You call that fashionable?" Roland yelled, his eyes on the low-cut top of Sandra's uniform. "Fuck, you alter those things to show it all, and then act like it's nothing. If you wear your fucking hemlines that high, you're gonna get propositioned, so don't treat us like you do. Got that?"
His eyes moved to take in Hazel Doyle, but she avoided his gaze. Hazel hated this sort of thing and always hid behind her protector, Sandra. Sandra knew how to handle men. Hazel shivered, thinking it was almost a pity that she and Sandra should have been born so beautiful.
"We have work to do, Doctor Moore," Sandra said, "so please stop molesting us. And don't use words like that in front of a lady again."
She swept past Roland, and Hazel hurried after her friend, her eyes downcast. In truth, Hazel rather liked Roland. He was tall and good looking, a rather romantic figure, she thought.
But Sandra said all men were beasts, and Hazel always agreed with everything her roommate said.
Sandra was so much more worldly than Hazel. Sandra was also much tougher, could handle things that reduced Hazel to jelly. And so they had complemented each other perfectly, doing everything together. It had been Sandra who suggested altering the rather severe nursing uniforms to be more attractive, lifting the hemlines well above their knees, wearing white stockings instead of tights and opening the tops so that the curves of their tits were just showing in the white slips they now wore. Sandra even managed to find some higher heels that were comfortable to work in and also made sure that they both arrived in white five-inch pumps before changing for work.
Hazel had been nervous about all that. She knew it made them both look much more sexually attractive, particularly with her large tits and soft curvaceous figure. But even Sandra's lithe, trim figure got a real boost from the alterations.
The two of them rounded the corner and ran right into Zenda, the nursing supervisor.
Zenda was a really severe woman, her hard, good-looking face topped by black hair drawn back tightly on her head. She couldn't have been older than her mid-thirties, a fact that had made Sandra suggest to Hazel that she must have slept with the hospital management to get to the position she was in.
"Nurse Callahan, Nurse Doyle!" Zenda said harshly. "I've warned you about those uniforms. If they aren't changed by Friday, there will be severe consequences." She started to turn away.
"Forget it," Sandra said in a voice that made Hazel cringe. "I've checked the hospital rules, and what we've done is inside the guidelines. So get lost."
Slowly, Zenda turned and stared hard at Sandra and then at Hazel.
"Don't forget what I said," she snapped, and then she walked off.
Hazel was terrified and wanted to go back to the proper uniforms at once, but Sandra said Zenda couldn't touch them and talked her out of it. With Sandra to cheer her up, Hazel soon forgot about Zenda and the two of them went about their duties. Hazel was always embarrassed when one of the male patients slid his hand up her leg--as they tended to do with the short hemlines the two nurses wore--but she just slapped their hands away and got on with her job.
In fact, neither of the girls thought about Zenda's threat, even on Friday. They both had the weekend off and raced through their duties as fast as they could. They were just about ready to leave when Zenda came down to their ward.
"Take the laundry down, and then you two can go," she said.
Sandra was a bit sulky about that, but she couldn't ignore a direct instruction. "Paying us back, making us do this shit," she muttered to Hazel as they wheeled the cart into the massive basement laundry. The place seemed empty and the two of them pushed the cart to the far side at the end of the line. It was very quiet down there, only a faint hum from the air conditioning sounding among the pipes and concrete arches.
"That's done," Sandra said as they pushed the loaded cart into the line. "Let's get out of here."
Before either of them could shriek, two figures stood up and slapped laundry bags over their heads, running them down so that neither nurse could move.
"What are you--aaahhh!" Sandra screamed as she was tipped over.
Strong hands held her as rope wound around the laundry bag, trapping her even more completely.
Hazel screamed too, struggling as she was lashed into the bag and two sets of hands picked her up, carrying her with total ease. She pushed against the bag, gasping for air, struggling in futile terror.
Hazel tried to understand what was happening to them. She heard a metal door open and knew it had to be the delivery door. Then van doors opened and she was tossed onto a metal floor. Sandra landed beside her and the van doors slammed. Before they knew what was happening, the van was moving.
"Sandra, is that you?" Hazel screamed.
"Yes, what are they doing?" Sandra struggled against the ropes that bound her.
"I don't know. We've got to get out of here," Hazel sobbed, pulling at the bonds.
Because the ropes were around the bags and not around their wrists, it wasn't impossible to get free. Sandra struggled and cursed, but Hazel managed to get a hand free and push it down until she could work the bottom knot of the bag. The van speeded up, rolling along on the freeway as they wept and struggled.
"Help me!" Sandra moaned, struggling with the bag that seemed to tighten every way she twisted.
"I think I can get this knot loose," Hazel said, pulling at it, trying to get the rope to run through.
It took a long time, but finally Hazel got the long rope loose and assured the still--moaning Sandra that she could free her in a moment. She pulled at the rope, unwinding it until she could get the bag loose.
Finally, she pulled the bag up and struggled out--which was when she got her next nasty shock.
Despite the absolute quiet in the van, they weren't alone. Sitting around, bouncing with the roll of the van, were four of the young doctors who had made the most passes at Hazel and Sandra.
There was Malcolm, slim, sardonic, tall and dark, his eyes glinting behind his glasses. Greg, the broad-chested one, sat and grinned, his dark hair falling over his forehead. Chuck, who was shorter and stouter than the rest, with receding hair, sat in his chair watching the lights of the cars pass. Finally there was Kevin, the really quiet one, sitting close to the struggling Sandra, watching her with strange detachment.
"Well, get your friend free," Malcolm said.
Hazel gasped and went to her knees, acutely aware now that her uniform was open too far, that too much of her big tits were showing. Sandra had gone rigid when she heard the voices, and Hazel had a hard time with the knots around the bag her friend was in. Finally, the tangle of ropes gave way and Hazel pulled the sack off over her friend's head.
"What are you doing?" Sandra screamed, staring at the young doctors, who were all grinning at them.
"There's a mirror there-put your hair straight," Chuck said. "We want you to look your best."
"Why are you doing this?" Sandra yelled.
But the lure of the mirror was too strong. She took one look at herself and gasped in horror at the untidiness of her long brunette hair.
Feverishly, she took her hair brush as Malcolm handed it to her and put her hair right, ignoring the men in her haste.
Hazel was much more frightened. She knew something horrible was happening. But she didn't dare say a word as she brushed her lovely chestnut hair back into shape. At another instruction, the two of them fixed their makeup, and finally put the five-inch heels back on that they had come to work in.
By then, the van had left the interstate and was heading up into the hills, into woods on more remote roads until the girls heard the crunch of gravel under the tires. They sat, repeatedly asking the doctors what was happening, but never getting an answer. Finally, even Sandra gave up.
"This is kidnapping!" she snarled. "You'll go to jail for this!"
But even that didn't get a rise out of the young doctors.
The van turned and stopped. Dimly, the girls could see the bulk of a log cabin in the darkness. The driver's door slammed and a figure walked to the door, opening it.
"Okay," Malcolm said, "get them inside."
The four doctors moved fast, seizing the two nurses before they knew it. The back doors opened and a blonde girl giggled as the two nurses were pushed out of the back of the van.
"You wanna fuck these two?" the blonde pouted.
But the doctors ignored her too, picking up Hazel and Sandra and hustling them toward the cabin.
There were more things to make the girls gasp when they got inside. The cabin was all rough wood, but expensive. The ceiling was high and, in the middle of the large room, the floor was sunken and surrounded by wooden rails and pillars. More dark wooden pillars reached to the roof, and on one side a hallway led off into the darkness. On the other side was the kitchen.
But that wasn't what really made the two nurses shrink back in fear.
Roland and Zenda stood waiting for them, and Zenda had changed into something very menacing. In place of her white starched uniform, the woman now wore a tight black leather dress with a slit to the top of her thigh, showing the black tops of her mesh stockings. The stockings ran into tight knee-high boots with six-inch spiked heels. The top of the dress barely held Zenda's tits in. They were a little large for her body, but well enough proportioned. She also wore a black leather cap, pulled down over her eyes. To complete the outfit, Zenda wore tight black gloves, and in her hand she held a leather whip. Casually, she ran it through her fingers as she stared at the two cowering young nurses.
The young doctors stood the girls in the middle of the room and Kevin locked the door. They spread out, waiting. The giggly blonde wandered over to Malcolm and sat on his lap, letting her little dress ride up over her thighs.
"You like my dad's place?" Roland asked the girls mockingly. "It's miles from anywhere. You can scream for help as much as you like. Rich dads are useful, you know that? Get into plastic surgery, and you can own a place like this." He laughed. "But I don't knock my dad. I mean, he gives me this place whenever I want it." He spread his hands and leaned back against the wooden rail over the lower part of the floor.
"What are you doing to us?" Sandra snapped. "You take us straight back-you're in enough trouble already."
"Not until I've taught you some manners, slut!" Zenda said hatefully. "I told you there was going to be trouble, and this is it. You dress like that, you put out. You treat these doctors and me with a little respect. That's what you're gonna learn-both of you!"
Hazel gave a shriek and held her hand to her mouth. She wasn't quite sure what Zenda meant, but it looked as if Zenda was going to force them to have sex with all the doctors.
"Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna teach us manners?" Sandra sneered, walking closer to the dominating Zenda.
"With this. To start with." Zenda smiled nastily, holding up the whip. "And then, well, we've got a lot of things to persuade you. Go get some of them, boys."
Greg and Chuck went off down the corridor.
"And what do you think the police will say if we walk in with marks all over our bodies?" Sandra said. "Whip marks last. You know that?"
"Of course I know that. I'm an expert," Zenda said softly, and the remaining doctors chuckled. "I just gave you a week off, so you'll be fine when you get back-no marks at all."
Sandra gasped and Hazel broke into tears, suddenly realizing how trapped they were. Zenda could do that, change their working hours whenever she wanted.
"You bitch!" Sandra screamed and rushed at Zenda.
Zenda sidestepped and flung the screaming nurse to the floor. Sandra sprawled and twisted, her uniform riding right up her thighs, revealing her white stocking tops.
"You bitch, I'll have you . . . aaaahhhh!" she screamed, as the whip curled out from Zenda's hand and lashed across her upper thighs.
She turned and tried to get up, but the plaited tail of the whip lashed out again, beating a terrible welt across her inner thighs.
"Aaaahhh! You bitch, I'll . . . aaaahhh!" she wailed as the whip lashed her again, beating red lines across her white flesh.
Zenda moved with perfect skill, lashing the squirming, screaming nurse whenever she moved, beating crimson lines across her thighs and ass. Sandra's uniform was no protection at all, being so short. It was rising up and flapping out of the way, showing her white panties more than enough for Zenda to land several stinging blows on them. Sandra shrieked even louder as those lashes landed, beating lines into the material that stayed as the leather flicked away.
As her friend screamed and rolled on the carpet, Hazel stayed put, her hand over her mouth, gasping and weeping. But then Greg and Chuck came back into the room, and Hazel broke into tears.
Greg was pushing a strange device with lots of pulleys and bars on it. The base of it was a padded strip of leather and, from the back of the base a massive dildo stuck up, bouncing on the spring that held it. Behind him, Chuck carried bonds, a bulging leather case and some leather garments that struck terror into Hazel's heart. They had leather straps all over them and she could guess what they might be used for. She wept and moaned, biting her finger, her lovely face wet with tears.
"Stand up, bitch!" Zenda snapped at Sandra.
The brunette was weeping and sobbing as she lay on the carpet, rubbing her thighs, the red welts showing up perfectly on her white skin.
"Get up," Zenda repeated and lashed the whip across Sandra's thighs again.
"Aaahhh! No, no!" Sandra wailed and struggled up, standing to face her tormentors. Her brunette hair was all over the place and her strong, sensual face suddenly revealed terror. "You can't do this!"
Zenda ignored her. "Put her over the rail," she said, pointing to Hazel.
"Noooo, please, please, no, you can't, please!" Hazel screamed as Kevin and Chuck advanced on her. She pushed against them, but they were far too strong for her. They grabbed her, forced her toward the wooden rail that stood above the lower part of the floor. "Nooo, Sandra, help meeee!"
But Sandra just stood where she was, her face a picture of rage and suffering as she rubbed her ass and thighs.
"Please, nooo!" Hazel wailed, but she was forced face-down over the bar by Kevin who held her there, struggling, her ass sticking up, her uniform riding up her thighs.
"You like our party tricks?" Zenda asked Sandra, pointing to the apparatus, the clothing and the bulging bag.
Sandra didn't speak, but her eyes said volumes.
"Nooo, help meee!" Hazel screamed as Chuck grabbed her ankle and tied her foot to one of the uprights on the rail. "No, you can't, you can't, please!"
She wept and screamed, but Chuck took her other foot in the white stockings and pulled it viciously to the upright on the other side of her body. Her legs were strained painfully open as he lashed it to the wood and Kevin stopped her from getting upright again.
Then, as Hazel wailed and pleaded, Chuck took her wrists and slapped leather bonds on them, pulling them tight. Then he heaved her whole body down, so that her hands were pulled to her ankles and lashed to the same uprights.
Hazel couldn't believe it was happening to her. Now she was utterly helpless, bound tightly over the wooden rail, her ass sticking up, protected only by the last few inches of her uniform. Her stocking tops and a lot of her white thighs were visible to her perverted tormentors. What was worse was that her luscious tits were heaving out of the uniform top. Her bra still held them, but all the men could see the curves in the lacy material. Her arms and legs ached from the way she was bound, and she stared helplessly through her spread legs at the terrible group enjoying her suffering.
As Sandra stared at her in fury and terror, Zenda tossed the whip to Roland and went to the bulging bag, unzipping it and tossing the strange collection of whips and bonds onto the floor. She picked out a thin rod, at least four feet long, and tested it, bending it in her fingers until it was almost double.
"Not bad," she commented, gazing at the perfect curve of the hard rubber. "This really hurts, boys."
She grinned and turned, striding back to the bound Hazel, pulling her cap hard down over her eyes.
"Oooohh!" the little blonde who had opened the van doors simpered, sliding her hand over Malcolm's pants as she wriggled on his knees. "How about I get a cunt full of that while we watch, honey?" She grinned and unzipped her dress, revealing the pink tops of her stockings.
"Yeah!" He grinned, reaching for the buttons of her dress top. "You're a horny little bitch, you know that?"
"That's why they call me Desiree," the little blonde pouted. "Because I always want it."
She giggled and unzipped her dress, wriggling off his knees, turning for him to undo the last two buttons. She giggled again and slid the dress down her body, giving them all a good look at her delightful curves, her thrusting tits and the pink slip and panties she wore above her stockings.
Sandra was disgusted. Desiree was obviously a bleached blonde, and a real slut on top of that. It made her shiver to be in the same room as such a shameless nymphomaniac. She watched as Desiree slid her legs on either side of Malcolm's knees and he reached for the little bows on the sides of her panties.
Meanwhile Zenda ran her hand up the last few inches of Hazel's legs and pushed her uniform away, revealing the full beauty of Hazel's body.
"Fuck, that's a pair!" Kevin commented, staring at the wonderful curves of Hazel's legs in the white stockings, stretched even more wonderfully by the five-inch heels.
The tight white curves of her panties revealed the twin cheeks of her ass to perfection, particularly since her body was pulled hard down over the rail.
"Watch carefully, boys," Zenda said. "I'm gonna show you the first steps in disciplining bitches like this. Don't waste words on them until they really get the message."
"Please, what are you doing?" Hazel sobbed, staring with her upside-down view at the horror developing around her.
She could see Desiree, working Malcolm's cock out of his pants, her pink briefs lying on the floor. Sandra stood close by, her eyes down, shivering with rage and terror. And the doctors waited, staring, massive cock-bulges in the fronts of their pants.
"Fuck!" Greg gasped. "I get a hard-on every time I see either of these bitches-and now I'm gonna fuck 'em both!"
"Every fucking hole," Chuck added.
"Ready now, honey?" Desiree simpered, pulling Malcolm's cock out of his pants. "I wanna stick this thing up me. Come on, you'll come when you see this."
She pulled Malcolm up by his big thick cock and walked him over to one of the chairs. Shamelessly she spread her legs and leaned over, looking at the bound Hazel.
Malcolm stood behind her, running his hands over her ass, stroking the little nympho's white flesh. He slid his other hand up to her tits, rubbing them inside the semi-transparent top of her little pink slip.
"Mmmmnnn, honey, that's nice," Desiree purred, pushing her twin tit-mounds at his hand. "But I want your cock, baby, up my cunt. Come on, I wanna come while the bitch screams." She pushed her ass back at Malcolm's cock.
"You little fucker," he chuckled and ran his cock-head over the wet red gash of Desiree's pussy.
"Ooohhhh, baby!" Desiree sighed as her pussy was invaded by the massive thickness of Malcolm's cock. "That's what I want! Oohhh, yeaassss, gimme, honey, gimme your cock!" She moaned, pushing back against him, taking the full length of his prick into her steaming cunt.
Hazel screeched in horror, but not at the disgusting behavior of Desiree and Malcolm. For she could see the terrible, thin rod as Zenda lifted it over her helplessly stretched ass-cheeks. The thin, hard rubber trembled as it hovered in the air. Then it blurred and there was a faint swish as Zenda whipped it down, right across Hazel's stretched ass-cheeks.
The agony erupted in Hazel's ass like a volcano going off. She jerked on the rail, her ass and legs spasming, her tits heaving and falling out of her uniform top, her white bra still clinging to them. Her scream rang off the walls as the thin rubber rod whipped up from her ass, leaving a thin line of red agony across her panties and ass-flesh.
"Make sure they know who's boss at once," Zenda said over Hazel's scream, whipping the rod down again, laying another thin welt across Hazel's ass. "That way, they don't fuck you around too much."
The rubber rod lashed down once more, beating the thin line of pain across Hazel's flesh, right near the top of the tight curve of her stretched ass.
"Ahhh! Help meee!" Hazel wailed, her body throbbing with the terrible agony of the thin rod. "Noooo, uuurrrgghh!"
It whipped in again, ripping her panties part of the way across her ass. The agony burned, and the thin crimson welts were spreading with each blow, melting into each other. The rod whipped in and the bound nurse leaped like a gaffed fish, screaming her heart out as the rubber cut her skin a little and a red stain of blood crept out over her flesh.
She collapsed, jerking as another lash beat into her flesh. Then she lay there, sobbing with horror, her ass a pulped mass, her panties torn, the rough edges a little blood-stained, but also wet with her sweat.
"Right," Zenda said, turning around and pointing the rod at Sandra. "Take your uniform off, bitch."
CHAPTER TWO
Very slowly and with her fingers trembling almost uncontrollably, Sandra reached up and took hold of the top button of her uniform. As she opened it, her eyes ran over the scarlet and purple flesh and the thin line of blood running across Hazel's ass. The blood wasn't flowing, but it was staining Hazel's panties as it ran in her sweat. Hazel twisted and lurched on the rail. Her eyes were closed and she moaned constantly, sobbing at intervals as the pain ran through her.
"Slowly, that's right," Zenda said, moving closer to the terrified Sandra. "Show them what you've got, girl. We wanna see that body of yours. Turn, show them, or you'll be over the rail."
Shivering in horror, Sandra turned and opened another button of her uniform. She knew what they would say when they saw what she had on underneath, and she almost broke into sobs as the sides of her uniform fell away to reveal the top of her little white slip.
"Come closer, bitch," Malcolm said as he fucked his cock in and out of Desiree's squirming cunt.
The little blonde was gurgling with pleasure, sliding back against him, her cuntal walls spasming over his rock-hard fucker as it reamed them out.
Sandra trembled even harder as she walked close to the depraved spectacle of the doctor fucking the whore. Desiree grinned up at her.
"Enjoying the party?" the blonde giggled. "That's right, honey, fuck my cunt, it's all hot for you, oohhhh!" She moaned, thrusting her tits into Malcolm's hands as he gripped them tighter, holding the stroke of his cock slow and easy in her hot buttery fuck-hole. "You wait, cunt," Desiree promised Sandra. "I heard what you did, and you're gonna pay for it all."
"Take it off, bitch!" Greg yelled. "I wanna see what I'm gonna fuck!" He walked closer to Sandra as the horrified brunette opened the last button of her uniform.
"Off!" Malcolm snapped.
Sandra let the uniform drop down her arms and onto the floor. She faced them in what looked like nothing but her slip and stockings and the five-inch heels, but Zenda was too expert to fool.
"What the fuck are you wearing, cunt?" she snapped and walked up to the trembling nurse.
"Nothing," Sandra mumbled, her head down.
Hazel moaned as she began to come around. She jerked, pulled, then stared down at her hands and feet as she found that she was still tied up, and her ass burned with terrible pain.
"Nothing?" Zenda sneered at Sandra. "Hold her arms."
"No, I . . . " Sandra started to protest, but broke into a scream as Greg jumped up and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her back, pushing her tits out in the little slip.
"Nothing?" Zenda laughed and lined the thin rubber rod up on Sandra's tits, running it over the lacy material of her slip top.
"No, please, nothing, please!" Sandra gasped, staring down at the rod as it ran over her swollen tit-globes which were only protected by the lacy slip top. She struggled, but Greg's grip was more than strong enough to hold her in place. "Nooo, please, noooo, aagahhhh!"
Zenda had lifted the rod and whipped it down across her tits. The thin rubber lashed right over her tit-mounds, beating the slip down almost to her nipples, and leaving the most terrible line of pain across Sandra's white tit-flesh, just above her areolas.
"What is it?" Zenda asked, lashing the rod down again.
"Aaaaahhhh! It's a bodice, a bodice!" Sandra screamed.
"It's a bodice, mistress!" Zenda snapped, lashing the rod down over Sandra's tits.
"Uuurrrghh! It's a bodice, mistress!" Sandra screamed, unable to take the pain. The rod had lashed three thin, spreading welts into her tit-flesh and almost torn the little slip right off her tortured tits.
"A bodice," Zenda laughed and lashed Sandra once more. She waited until Sandra's scream had faded away. "Let her go."
Greg released Sandra's arms. Instantly, the weeping brunette dropped to the floor, holding her tits, rubbing them as they throbbed with the lingering pain.
"Ohhh, don't you just love to watch that?" Desiree cooed to Malcolm as she worked her sucking cunt over his cock. "Ohhh, it makes me come, again and again, oooohhh!"
She spasmed and heaved, her cunt sucking at Malcolm's prick like a vacuum pump as the climaxes shook her tight little cunt.
"Get up, bitch!" Zenda snapped, standing over the cowering Sandra. "You didn't come here to take naps on the floor."
Sandra moaned and struggled to get up. Her tits ached as she struggled up and the welts spread on her white flesh.
"Take it off," Zenda ordered and stood there tapping the rod in her gloved hand.
"Ooooh, Zenda, please, please whip one of them when Malcolm comes," Desiree gasped, heaving back at the young doctor. "It makes 'em shoot so hard, please!" She moaned and came again, jerking back at Malcolm's cock as it filled her fuck-hole.
"If this bitch gets that slip off in time," Zenda said, twisting the rod in her hands. "If she doesn't, she's really gonna know about pain."
In a haze of terror, Sandra slid the slip off her shoulders and down her arms. It was revealing her most intimate secrets to them, and she knew what would happen next.
"Woooowww!" the men all yelled, staring at her wonderful, tight, lithe figure. "Fuck, what a body!"
Sandra stood shame-faced in the upthrust bodice she often wore. It was white with little pink flowers, and she loved it. It also held the suspender straps for her stockings, which was why she wore it for work. The top of it heaved around the lower curves of her two wonderful and now very whipped tits. They weren't as big as Hazel's tits, but they were more than ample enough.
"Is that regulation?" Zenda snapped at Sandra. "No," Sandra said.
"Hold the bitch," Zenda said as she ran the rod through her fingers.
"No, nooooo, pleaseeeee!" Sandra screamed, and she tried to run for the door.
But Greg had already grabbed her and twisted her wrists as before, holding her arms straight down, rammed into the crack of her ass while her tits were heaved up.
The rod ran over her nipples for a moment where they thrust out of the uplift bra of the bodice.
"You call me mistress," Zenda said.
"Yes, mistress!" Sandra moaned, staring at the thin line of rubber caressing her hard nipple-buds.
"Let's hear you say it three times," Zenda said, lifting the rod.
"Ooohhh, baby, come on, shoot up me now!" Desiree moaned, her pussy sucking harder at Malcolm's cock as it rammed in and out of her hot fuck-hole.
"Yeaahhh, whore-you know I'm coming!" he roared. "Come on, Zenda, whip the cunt hard, I wanna hear her, yeaahhhh!"
He jerked his cock in Desiree's cunt and yelled, almost lifting the little blonde off her feet with the force of his fucking.
"Nooo, please, nooo!" Sandra screamed, jerking against Greg's grip as the rod lashed down, catching her right across the nipples.
Her luscious tit-globes bounced under the impact, her nipples almost disappearing into the top of the bodice before the twin mounds heaved upward again, the red lines burning into each other and spreading over Sandra's tit-flesh. She screamed and jerked, but Greg's grip on her wrists was tight and all she managed to do was cause extra agony in her twisted arms.
"Ohhh, yessss, Zenda-whip her, whip her!" Malcolm yelled as his cock shot jism into Desiree's hot little cunt. He gripped the moaning blonde, slid his hands onto her tits, rubbing her nipples and tit-flesh. "Yeaaahhh, wow!"
Desiree came in constant gasps of lust, her ass heaving back to ram as much of his cock as she could into her sucking fuck-passage. She shuddered, looking up as Zenda whipped the rod down across Sandra's heaving tits.
"Whip her!" Desiree yelled, her pussy exploding with orgasm as she watched Sandra's tits bounce and redden under the agonizing rod.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandra screamed, tears pouring down her face, her whipped tits jerking and bouncing.
"Say mistress!" Zenda snapped, lashing Sandra with a furious blow that nearly split her skin as it had Hazel's ass.
"Aaahhhh! Mistress!" Sandra screamed as her legs went weak under the terrible agony. "Please, no more, mistress, mistress-I'll do anything you want, please!"
"Whip her! Ohhh, whip her!" Malcolm yelled as his cock pumped hot cum into Desiree's sucking cunt.
He heaved the little blonde up on his cum-shooting prick, filling her pussy with his creamy jizz. He gripped her tits, holding them tightly as his orgasm peaked.
"Yeaaasss, whip her!" Desiree screamed, heaving on the chair back.
The pulsations of climax were running through her with each hot shot of Malcolm's jizz. Her pussy walls sucked the hot cock-cream out, her cunt spasming around the cum-shooting fucker. She gasped, her legs shaking, as she tried to get even more of Malcolm's cock into her wet pussy.
Sandra screamed again as the rod whipped her tits, beating her hard nipples downward, making them crimson with pain. She trembled and shuddered, the agony surging all over her.
"Please, mistress, please!" she begged.
"Yeaahhh!" Malcolm bellowed as the last hot shots of his cum burst out of his piss-slit. His ramming cock mashed them into Desiree's cuntal walls and gobs of the white cum slid out of her fuck-hole on his cock-shaft and stuck to her pussy-hair. "Fuck, that was good!"
"You liked that, honey?" she murmured, turning toward him, sliding her hot cunt over his still-hard prick.
"What do you think, you little whore?" he grunted and held hex tits while he slid his cock slowly in and out of her pussy, getting every last ounce of pleasure from her welcoming body.
The rod slid over Sandra's tits and she moaned. The tip scratched her raw flesh, sending sharp arrows of pain to mingle with the still-throbbing agony of the beating.
"Say mistress," Zenda said softly, her tits heaving in the top of her little black dress.
"Mistress," Sandra moaned, trying to pull herself free from Greg's grasp.
"On your knees!" Zenda snapped.
Greg almost threw Sandra to the floor. She collapsed and crouched there, moaning, rubbing her whipped tits, sobbing in horror and pain.
"Lick my boot," Zenda ordered, pushing the toe of one of her highly polished boots under Sandra's nose.
Hazel was now fully conscious and staring in horror at the torture Sandra was suffering. Hazel almost forgot her own pain as she watched Sandra give a shuddering groan and lean down, licking her tongue out over the patent leather, shining it even more with her saliva. Sandra's hands were still on her tits, cradling them above the top of the little white bodice. Her stocking knees were already crumpled from the way she was kneeling and it seemed that only her panties were fresh and new. But Hazel knew that wouldn't last long either, and that thought brought back the pain of her own savagely beaten ass. She moaned softly, her arms straining against the bonds, her long chestnut hair falling away from her face.
Sandra knelt and licked at Zenda's boot. Inside her, pain struggled with her fury-and the fury was winning. She looked up furtively at the terrible figure of Zenda above her, still holding the rod, sliding it in her fingers. Sandra felt that just to get hold of that rod once and whip Zenda with it would make anything they did to her worthwhile. But still, she was just too terrified to try.
"Okay," Zenda said, "now kneel up."
Slowly, Sandra obeyed, her eyes down, her tits heaving with passion.
"Now you suck some cock, bitch," Zenda chuckled.
She nodded, and Malcolm pulled his cock out of Desiree's cunt.
Suddenly Sandra was staring at a cummy cock, right in front of her nose. The guy's disgusting jizz was all over his prick, along with Desiree's cuntal juices, and the little whore had enough of those. Malcolm's prick was still half hard, and it twitched and got harder with every moment as he stared down at the kneeling nurse.
"Lick it clean!" Zenda snapped. Sandra broke. With a scream, she lurched around Malcolm and attacked Zenda, flinging herself at the woman's knees. The speed of her attack took Zenda by surprise, and the two of them were down on the carpet before any of the men could move.
"You bitch!" Sandra screamed, punching and spitting at Zenda. She grabbed for the rod and managed to get hold of it.
"Leave them!" Roland snapped and strode into the middle of the room. "It's a fair fight."
"I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed as she wrestled the rod away from Zenda and lashed it down over her supervisor's back. "I'll kill you!"
But Zenda wasn't in charge for nothing. Instead of screaming under the pain, she twisted and kicked Sandra's knee out from under her, throwing the nurse back to the floor. Sandra screamed and lashed out with the rod again, catching Zenda on the ass. But Zenda was already closing, ignoring the pain, her gloved hands going right for Sandra's throat.
"I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed.
But Sandra had already lost the fight. As Zenda's hands closed on her throat, she dropped the rod to protect herself and Zenda twisted her over, onto her face. Changing her grip with incredible speed, Zenda pulled Sandra's arm around and hammer-locked her, pushing her face into the floor. Sandra screamed and struggled, but it was over. She was trapped, her tits rubbing painfully on the hard pile of the carpet.
"Good fight, bitch!" Zenda hissed into Sandra's ear. "You've got guts, baby. I like that." She gripped Sandra's wrists tighter and leaned on the struggling, clawing nurse. "You've got potential, bitch. You got some respect-don't lose it. But now, you suck cock."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snarled.
"Good, but don't push it, honey. You gotta know when you're beaten. Hey, boys, put her in the well and stand her up, you know. And tie her up good."
Sandra had no idea what they had in store for her, but she struggled like a tigress as Greg and Chuck grabbed her and hustled her into the lower part of the sunken floor. They held her while Kevin took one of her arms and lashed her wrist to the joint where the upright and the bar met.
"Let me go, you bastards!" Sandra screamed, her delicious tits heaving out of the top of the bodice. She was so flushed that it seemed as if the whipping had hardly reddened her tits at all.
But Kevin was already taking her other hand and pulling it to the other upright. Sandra screamed, and her pleading eyes turned to Hazel.
But Hazel was still bent over the bar, her ass throbbing and red, the blood dried on her skin. She stared at her friend with horror as Sandra was lashed to the rail, facing out over the floor at the laughing, joking doctors. Desiree had put her panties back on and sat in one of the chairs, rubbing the crotch into her pussy, getting it wet with her juices and the plentiful overflow of Malcolm's cum.
Sandra shook her head and screamed at Kevin as he grabbed her ankle and pulled that out, opening her legs wide until the tendons strained. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. Soon both her shapely ankles were lashed to the uprights, her legs stretched wide open, her wrists tied, too. She struggled, but she was securely bound, even though she could move a little. Her tits were just about fully out of the bodice and she knew the men were staring at them with rising lust.
The real horror for the young nurse was that she now understood why Zenda had made them bind her that way. Standing on the lower floor, her face was now just about on a level with the men's cocks. And Malcolm was standing close, waiting, his cummy cock drying, the fuck-slime encrusting his cock-shaft. His fucker was almost hard again, and Sandra shuddered as she saw it.
"I'm gonna beat you like I beat your friend," Zenda hissed into Sandra's ear. "When I've finished, you can lick his cock clean. You fuck me around now and you'll be real sore, bitch. You ever had one of these up the ass?"
She slid a massive rubber cock in front of Sandra's nose.
Sandra gasped and moaned as she saw it. The dildo, or vibrator--she couldn't tell which--was so massive she was sure it wouldn't fit into any hole she had, let alone her tight little asshole.
"I didn't think so," Zenda purred. "But you will, very soon, bitch. Now, have a good scream."
"No, no, please!" Sandra begged, her face going white with fear as Zenda stepped back. "No, I won't do it again, no . . . aaaahhh!"
She heaved and jerked in the most horrible pain as the rod lashed her ass. Her body slammed into the rail and fell back as she screamed, her dark hair tossing helplessly.
"Untie that one and make her strip for you, then use her any way you want," Zenda said, lashing the rod into Sandra's ass.
The material of Sandra's little briefs was tearing, revealing the crimson flesh underneath.
"Urrrhhh! Ooohh, God!" Sandra screamed, her body pulsating with agony as the rod lashed her ass.
Another blow cut her flesh and she fell forward, half bent over the bar, her body twitching in agony. Her ass stuck out and she heaved back upright at the next stroke, her panties shredding under the assault, her skin crimson and ready to split under the terrible rod. She took another cut high on her ass and fell across the rail again, screaming helplessly.
Hazel moaned as she finally got to stand upright. She sobbed and rubbed her ass, feeling the torn panties and the welt where the encrusted blood covered her skin.
"Strip, bitch! Let's see what you've got!" Roland shouted.
Hazel jumped. With Sandra's piercing screams in her ears, she wasn't going to disobey. Her fingers went to the button between her tits and opened it. She sobbed and kept her eyes down, running her fingers slowly down the buttons to the hem of her uniform. She wanted to push her tits back into her bra properly, but she was sure that would bring punishment. Her delicious tit-mounds were almost exposed to the nipples, and the men were staring at them with undisguised lust.
The uniform came open and Hazel let it slide off, down her arms and to the floor. She faced them in just her slip, bra, panties, stockings and the five-inch heels that pushed her legs into the most wonderful curves.
"Keep the slip on and take your bra off," Roland said over Sandra's screams as the rod whipped her shuddering ass.
"Got you, bitch!" Zenda yelled as she lashed the rod in and finally split Sandra's ass-skin, getting the slow swell of blood into the brunette's panties. "Now, say: Thank you, mistress."
Sandra fell across the bar, her body burning and throbbing with agony.
"Thank you, mistress," she sobbed, wishing she could get hold of Zenda again and really kill her this time. But something deep inside her told her that she would never be able to do that.
Hazel unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, holding her slip up over her tits. The lacy top hardly even hid them, but it made Hazel feel a little better. She worked the bra out and let it drop on top of her uniform, but she held her arms over her tits as protection.
"Get them down," Roland warned, and Hazel dropped her arms at once.
"Oh, wow! Look at those jugs!" Greg grinned. "Come here, Nurse Doyle, I wanna see them in close up."
There was no thought of rebellion in Hazel. Meekly, she walked over to Greg and stood waiting for what he wanted to do. He slid his hands up and over her slip top, caressing her wonderful tits through the lacy material.
"Fuck, they're great," he murmured.
Indeed, Hazel's tits were her pride and joy. They were large and heavy and fell away from each other a little without the support of her bra, swelling on her chest, the nipples pointing straight out. Her tits were trembling a little in Greg's hands. Normally, Hazel's nipples were almost flush with her areolas, but now they pushed out, hard and crinkled to the touch. That made Hazel ashamed, for the only times she had felt her nipples do that was during times when she had been sexually aroused. It seemed a terrible betrayal that they were getting hard now.
"Well," Greg said, "you ready to give your favorite doctor a tit-fuck?"
"Yes," Hazel whispered, though she didn't have much idea what he had in mind.
"Then get my cock out," Greg said.
Hazel stifled a sob as she saw the massive cock-bulge in his pants. She'd never gotten much from fucking, and only a few men had gotten into her cunt before she met Sandra and it all stopped. Now she had to do something she had never dreamed of before--get a man's cock out. But she didn't want any more of the whip, so she sank to her knees and reached for the zipper of his pants, sliding it down with trembling fingers. Around her, she could feel the doctors waiting, enjoying her submission.
The zipper slid down and she gasped as Greg's cock almost jumped out at her, for he wasn't wearing any briefs. She moaned at the size of it, the enormous round cock-head and the thick, smooth cock-shaft. At Greg's instruction, she opened the top of his pants and spread the sides so that the whole of his prick was visible. Then she had to reach in and caress his balls as he enjoyed her helplessness.
"Now get that slip top down and fuck my cock with your tits," he ordered. "And make me feel good, whore, real good, or you'll be back over the rail."
Hazel sobbed a little as she reached for the top of her slip. The lacy material pulled away easily and she leaned down, working her wonderful fleshy tit-mounds over Greg's prick. She found at once that she had to make a false cunt with her tits and run his cock in it as she knelt between his legs. She shivered with the humiliation, but there was a strange churning in her guts, as well. She didn't understand it, but it was something to do with her utter helplessness.
"Not bad. Now suck the top of it as it comes out," Greg ordered.
Hazel almost begged him not to make her do that. The idea of sucking a man's cock had always been repulsive to her. But her ass ached and the split skin reminded her of the penalty for any refusal. With a moan, she leaned down and held her tits tighter around the pumping shaft of Greg's cock. As his cock thrust up between her tits, the big cock-head pushed out and reached her mouth. She sobbed and submitted, letting the swollen round prick-head work between her lips until she could lick at it, swirling her tongue softly over the hard prick-flesh.
"Not bad. You're a hot piece of ass, you know that, Nurse Doyle?" Greg said with a roar of laughter. "Now, keep that up, give me a real good time, or else."
Hazel groaned around his cock, but she obeyed, sucking his cock-head as it thrust up out of her tits, then letting it sink down between her soft tit-mounds until her saliva and his pre-cum juices were slick on the upper slopes of her tits.
Zenda ran the tip of the rod between Sandra's ass-cheeks as the bound brunette lay over the rail, moaning and sobbing in pain, her whipped ass heaving, the blood from the torn flesh still smearing into her panties.
"Ready to lick it clean?" Zenda asked.
"Y-yes, y-yes, m-mistress," Sandra sobbed.
CHAPTER THREE
"Suck it, baby, suck it good," Greg said softly, running his fingers through Hazel's long chestnut hair. "You make me feel real good." He gave a short laugh. "Don't you wanna have all my cum in your mouth, baby?"
Frantically, Hazel bobbed her head up and down on his cock-head, taking the massive round ball deeper into her mouth.
"That's good," Greg said, his voice still as soft as before. "I'd hate to have to tie you up and whip you again right now. Spoil my blow-job, wouldn't it?" His fingers caressed Hazel's hair softly.
"Mmmnnn," Hazel wept, bobbing her head again as she held her tits around his cock-head,, letting him fuck his prick into her mouth as he wanted. With tears running down her face, she sucked at the thick round cock-head as it swelled in her mouth.
Sucking cock wasn't so bad, she found. The cock-head filled her mouth, rubbery and warm, tasting a little salty from the drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tiny slit at the tip of his fuck rod. Hazel knew all that horrible cum would come rushing out of that slit soon, but at least it was better than the whip. She moaned and sucked, running her tongue over the throbbing cock-flesh, feeling the long thick prick rub gently over her tit-flesh.
Malcolm stood right in front of Sandra, and his cock was now as hard as it had been when he fucked Desiree. The cum was still encrusted on his prick though, and the sight made Sandra want to throw up. But her ass burned with the fires of hell and she could feel the blood from her split skin still oozing into her panties. Anything was better than more of that.
"Come on, bitch, clean my cock off," Malcolm sneered and gripped a handful of Sandra's long brunette hair.
"Yeah, slut, get on with it," Zenda purred, sliding the tip of the rubber rod between Sandra's ass-cheeks, pushing it through the split in her panties and right to the entrance of her asshole.
Sandra gave a sob, but she gave in. She lowered her mouth and licked at the hard ball of Malcolm's cock-head. It was horrible. The cum was dry and came off on her tongue, tasting disgusting, making her retch. The smell of Desiree's hot little cunt was also on Malcolm's cock, and that made the sensitive Sandra queasy, too. She moaned and drew away.
"Bitch! Suck it or this is going right across your ass again," Zenda rasped, and she pushed the rod right into Sandra's shit-hole.
It went in easily enough, because it was very thin, but it still sent Sandra jerking on the rail, gasping as her ass-muscles resisted the horrible thing. She moaned, struggling against the grip Malcolm had on her hair.
"Lick that cock, bitch, or I'll make you lick the rod off," Zenda warned.
As the thin rod pushed farther into her ass-guts, scraping her sensitive ass-walls, Sandra gave a groan and surrendered, letting Malcolm pull her head down to his cock again. She closed her eyes and licked, tasting the dry cum, licking it up, her mouth salivating freely to wash the horrible stuff down into her stomach.
"Better," he said, and the rod started pulling out of Sandra's ass. Malcolm pushed her mouth deeper and his cock-head pushed to the entrance of her throat while his hand kept up the grip on her hair. "Suck it, whore! Suck it! Clean it right off!"
Sandra was doing her best. She licked at the hard cock-flesh, taking up the cum and letting it run down her throat and into her stomach. Shudders of horror passed over her as the rod slid out of her ass and began to run over her whipped ass-cheeks, stroking with a horrible menace. She tensed, knowing that the caress could become another stinging blow at any moment. "You liked the rod up your ass?" Zenda asked, stroking the horrible thing over Sandra's beaten ass-cheeks.
Malcolm pulled Sandra's mouth off his cock. "Well, did you?" he snapped.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sandra moaned. "Mistress!" she shrieked--but not fast enough. The rod lashed over her crimson, bruised flesh and she jerked, screaming in the new pain.
"So you'd love to have a real cock up there, huh?" Zenda asked, running the cane over the shivering cheeks of Sandra's ass again.
"Up there?" Sandra gasped in horror.
"Up your ass, bitch! Say it!" Zenda snapped.
"Plead for it!"
"Uuuhhhh!" Sandra sobbed in the most horrible dilemma. The idea of having a man stick his cock up her ass was only slightly less horrifying than the thought of another whipping.
The rod lashed Sandra's shivering, crimson ass with a horrible slap, opening up another cut in her skin. Blood oozed into the remains of Sandra's panties and the bound nurse screamed and fell forward over the bar, her wrists and ankles pulling at the ropes.
"Please, yes, let him do it! Let him do it, fuck my ass, mistress!"
"Who?" Zenda asked, sliding the rod over Sandra's ass again.
"I don't care, mistress!"
"Choose," Zenda said, the rod running over Sandra's horribly beaten ass. Sandra looked up, her eyes bleary with tears, her face running with the sweat of her skin. She saw Hazel kneeling, her lovely large tits around Greg's cock while she sucked his cock-head when it slid out of her cleavage.
Desiree was leaning back in the chair, her panties soaking wet from her pussy juices and Malcolm's cum. She still rubbed the material into her pussy, smiling wickedly at Sandra. The doctors sat around, waiting.
"Him," Sandra sobbed, nodding at Kevin.
The choice didn't seem to matter.
Kevin gave a slow grin and got up, his cock pushing out against the front of his pants.
"And somebody else should get her mouth, Malcolm," Roland said. "You had yours."
"Sure," Malcolm said. "I'll get her later." He pulled away and sat down, holding his cock, rubbing it gently, waiting to see the next humiliation Sandra had to face.
Kevin stood close to Sandra and slid his zipper down. He reached inside and took his cock out, and the bound nurse gave a moan of horror. It was another monster cock, at least nine or so inches. And that was going up her ass! He grinned and stepped out of his pants, pulling his shoes and socks off, as well.
"Hey, let me get it ready," Desiree said as she giggled and got up, rushing over to a closet and coming back with a tube of cream. "I mean, you being a nurse and all, you know," she said to Sandra, smearing some of the cream on Kevin's cock-shaft. "If it isn't lubricated right, it hurts." She laughed at her own joke, rubbing the cream all over Kevin's cock with such glee it almost made Sandra sick. She struggled helplessly against the bonds, her once-white bodice now stained and slightly ripped where it rubbed against the wood of the rail.
Hazel kept her soft, sensual lips on Greg's cock-head as he thrust his prick up and down between her tits with growing urgency. She could feel the massive thick rod swelling and throbbing as the cum boiled in his balls and got ready to shoot out into her innocent mouth. She closed her eyes, trying not to take any notice of his hand gripping her hair, pushing her head deeper onto his big cock.
"Fuuuuuck, whore!" he gasped. "Gimme a good time, a real good time! Oh, fuck, I can't wait to shove it all down your throat." He gave a moan of lust and fell back in the chair. "Take it! Aw, fuuuck, here it comes!"
He groaned and his cock went wild between Hazel's tits, the cock-head swelling and jerking between her lips.
Hazel stayed kneeling, keeping the throbbing cock-head in her mouth as she felt the cum erupt out of Greg's balls. He yelled and gasped, his ass jerking up off the chair seat, his cock-head blurring between her lips as he came.
"Suuuck it, whore!" he demanded and gripped her hair hard, holding her mouth over his thrusting prick.
Hazel moaned, and suddenly a spurt of hot cum burst into her mouth, making her choke. She struggled to pull back, but instantly Greg's fingers tightened in her hair and held her in a tight grip.
"Don't you try it, whore! I'll whip your ass to shreds!" he yelled. "Take it all, swallow it, lemme see my cum on your lips--yeaaahhh!"
He lurched, his cock-head pouring another hot stream of jizz into Hazel's helpless mouth.
Hazel sobbed and tried to hold still as slimy cum filled her mouth. The thick sticky cock-cream ran over her tongue and into her throat and she tasted it, salty, almost creamy. Her revulsion at the rape of her mouth wasn't enough to stop her from doing as she was told. The ache in her ass made sure of that. She took his cum, let the globs of it that spurted over her lips stay there as she swallowed the rest.
Greg yelled and jerked, his prick shooting another wad of fuck-juice over her mouth as he fucked his cock between Hazel's luscious tits.
"That's better!" he gasped. "You just escaped a whipping, whore. Now take it all, lemme see it!" He jerked in the chair again, his cock shooting the last thick gobs of cum as his climax ran out.
Hazel let the cum boil over her lips. More of it was running down his cock-shaft and over her upper tits, and there seemed to be no end to the thick stream of jizz. But eventually it was down to a slow ooze from his cock-slit, and she moaned with relief.
But she didn't have any reason to feel relieved. Greg pulled her up by her hair and grinned at her suffering face. Creamy cum was running all over her mouth.
"Yeahhh!" He grinned. "Now, lick it off, whore--lemme see you lick it off."
Hazel shivered, her hair hurting in his grip, but she licked her tongue out over her lips and took some of the thick gobs of cum sticking there. They ran into her mouth and she swallowed them. He grinned and laughed and held her hair until she had taken it all and her face was clean.
"Now lick that jizz off your tits," he ordered, letting her hair go.
Hazel could do that and he knew it. Her tits were quite big enough. She crouched in the middle of the floor, tears running down her face as she eased her slip top farther away from her tits and lifted them to her mouth, licking off the cum that hung there.
The young doctors were almost growling with lust as they watched her in the remains of her uniform, the slip, panties, white stockings and high heels.
Sandra was just about to get her panties taken off, but not in any way that pleased her. Kevin was behind her, running his hands over her whipped ass, sending sharp arrows of pain rushing through her.
"Jeeez, Zenda," he said, "you sure whipped her ass." His fingers ran over the drying blood on the two cuts that had opened up.
"She asked for it," Zenda said. "And she'll get a lot more if she doesn't get her act together."
"Yeah," Kevin said, and his fingers ran inside Sandra's panties and gripped the ripped material. "Here goes."
The once-white panties began to rip at once. Sandra sobbed as her last protection was torn away, but it didn't take Kevin long. A couple of sharp heaves, and the briefs were in shreds. He tossed them aside, ignoring the slight smear of blood on his hands.
He laughed casually and slid his well-lubricated cock to the tight entrance of Sandra's whipped ass. He held her ass-cheeks wide open, causing the bound nurse to moan with fresh pain as his fingers worked her bruises. "Looks like a real tight ass." He grinned. "But then, this is a real tight-assed whore anyway."
He pushed, and his cock-head worked into Sandra's shitter, spreading her asshole open a little, fucking in about an inch.
It was more than enough to send Sandra tensing on the rail, her bound hands pulling at the ropes, her legs trying desperately to close. Sharp points of pain rushed out of her ass, nothing like that pain of the whip, but bad enough. She groaned and jerked, trying to push her ass forward to get away from the invading prick. But all she managed to do was ram her pussy against the rail where it couldn't go any farther, and that set Kevin up for the fuck-thrust he then gave. His cock-head pushed at least four inches into Sandra's shivering asshole.
Her body went tense and she gasped, tears pouring out of her eyes as she was forced hard into the rail, her ass being invaded by the enormous cock-lance. Her ass-ring spasmed around the thick fuck-meat, shuddering as Kevin pulled back a little and slapped her sore ass before fucking in again.
Sandra gasped, jerking against the rail as the thick length of Kevin's cock fucked into her ass almost to the hilt. His prick throbbed in her ass, sending horrible, strange feelings over the bound nurse. She had never felt anything like it before, and she gasped as the massive length of the fucker pulled back a little and then rammed in, fucking into her ass to the balls, filling her ass-guts with hard cock-shaft. She gave a groan of strange passion and fell against the rail, her ass throbbing and spasming under the relentless assault of Kevin's cock.
He slapped her whipped, cut ass-cheeks as he pulled his cock out of her shit-pit, then fucked it back in again as she moaned in pain and jerked against the bonds. He kept his pace slow, taking his time and spanking her throbbing ass while his cock worked just inside her spasming shitter.
Sandra was moaning in constant pain-but it wasn't all pain.
There was a dark passion that surged out of the hard slap of his hand on her pained ass. Her ass-walls were starting to react strangely to the invading cock, sucking at it, throbbing over the hard cock-meat. She fell against the rail harder, surrendering to the demands of Kevin's massive fucker.
"Who gets the blow-job?" Chuck yelled.
"You can have that one," Roland said, pointing to Hazel. "I'm having this cunt." He came closer to the squirming brunette nurse, his cock already out of his pants.
"No, not yet, Roland," Desiree said, rushing out of her chair. She slid her arm through Roland's and ran her leg up his thigh. "My panties are all cummy. She oughta clean them. I'll make it worth your while, Roland."
Roland laughed. "Sure," he said. "Just don't make me come, bitch, or you'll be over the rail."
"Honey," Desiree purred, sliding her panties down her long legs, "do I ever bring anybody off before they wanna shoot?" She giggled again and went up to where the helpless nurse lay across the rail, moaning and heaving with each ramming fuck-thrust of Kevin's cock in her shitter and each slap of his hand on her ass. "Lick these clean, bitch."
Sandra took one look at the panties. The pink crotch was soaking wet, and there were white streaks over it from Malcolm's cum. She gagged and her ass trembled as Kevin's cock slammed back up into it.
"No, please!" she moaned.
Kevin leaned back, his cock fully embedded in Sandra's tight asshole. Sandra screamed and turned as far as she could, but already the rod was sweeping down.
The bound nurse wailed, her body heaving as the rod cut into her tight ass-cheeks, inches from where Kevin's cock was buried in her shit-pit. She heaved back in her agony and shoved the guy's prick even deeper into her ass-guts. And strange things happened. Her ass spasmed and the agony of the rod twisted into the most horrible passion. She sobbed and jerked, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
"Lick those panties clean," Zenda demanded, "or I'D whip your ass until he comes and, by God, it'll be in bad shape by then."
Sandra tossed wildly against the bonds, pulling as her ass pumped in frantic passion at Kevin's cock. But the thought of another whipping was breaking her resistance, even to the cummy panties. With a moan, she leaned forward and licked at the crotch of the gross panties.
"Hold them, Kevin," Desiree said, and she pushed her panties into Sandra's mouth.
Sandra spluttered, but instantly Kevin leaned in and gripped the panties, holding them between her teeth. Sandra moaned, her ass spasming as Kevin kept up a slow fucking, churning his cock around in her ass-guts. She licked at the panties, tasting the cum and the hot female odor of Desiree's pussy-juices. She gagged, but kept breathing through her nose as she licked at the panties, her saliva getting them even wetter.
"Now, darling," Desiree cooed as she undid Roland's pants, easing them down his legs, one hand caressing his cock at intervals, "we gotta get you ready."
Roland grinned and let the little blonde take his pants off. He kicked his shoes away, watching as Sandra moaned and heaved, sucking and licking at Desiree's panties while Kevin churned his cock around in her ass.
Desiree's lips slid over Roland's cock-head and he gasped, his prick heaving at her skillful mouth.
"Careful," he warned. "I wanna come in her mouth, not yours. Yet."
"Mmmnnn," Desiree giggled, working her lips down his prick-shaft, her fingers playing with the hard cock-flesh. She pulled back a little, so that her lips were just running over his cock-head. "Promise?"
"You'll get yours," he said. "You always do."
Desiree drew away from his prick. She stood up and played with the top of her little slip as she watched Sandra moaning and sucking at her slimy panties.
"That's enough," she said, yanking the panties away.
Sandra sobbed as Kevin pulled her head up harder by her hair, forcing her to look up at the teasing little whore Desiree. The taste of the cum and Desiree's pussy-juices was still in her mouth, which made her feel sick, but her ass still spasmed strangely on Kevin's cock.
Desiree threw her panties aside, walking over to Kevin.
"If I get it hard, will you fuck me?" she said, standing over him, her hands on her hips.
"You got a deal," he said.
The little blonde sank to her knees, her mouth going around his already-stiffening cock.
"Get it right, whore," Roland said. "Suck it, or scream." His cock throbbed near Sandra's trembling lips.
Sandra didn't hesitate any longer. She sobbed and let him push the head of his cock into her mouth. The enormous prick pushed to the entrance of her throat and she gagged, but managed not to stop sucking at the hard cock-flesh. Roland took over the grip on her hair, holding her head as he fucked her mouth.
"Down your throat, you bitch!" he growled. "You and your fucking friend, walking around the hospital looking as if you give blow-jobs for breakfast. Now you learn to suck cock properly, bitch, really properly."
Sandra gagged and sucked, her ass jerking back as Kevin's ass-fucking got faster. Roland's cock pushed at her throat, but she couldn't take it. Her throat just clamped and spasmed, whatever she did. She moaned, trying to relax and let Roland have what he wanted. She knew that she would get a lot of pain if she didn't. Her ass was throbbing with erotic sensations as Kevin's cock fucked in and out of it, and that helped her. Her throat relaxed a little, and the tip of Roland's cock ran into her throat. But at the next cock-thrust, she was choking again.
"You get it right, bitch!" Roland snarled. "Or you're really gonna get it, you understand?"
Sandra understood, all right. She moaned and tried to take his big cock deeper into her helpless throat. Her ass heaved and her legs trembled as she did her best to give him what he wanted.
But Hazel was in just as terrible a situation.
"Come here," Chuck called from his seat, and the still-weeping nurse pulled herself to her feet and went over to him. "Open your legs."
Hazel trembled, but obeyed. Her wonderful long shapely legs slid apart on the carpet and the hem of her little slip eased up even more, well over her stocking tops. Her whipped ass glowed red through her torn panties, and Chuck grinned as he leaned forward and ran his hand over her whipped flesh. She winced and moaned as he pulled at the dried blood over the cut the rod had given her. He leaned back, his cock bulging in his pants.
"Masturbate," he said.
"W-what?" Hazel gasped, holding her trembling legs open, the curves outlined by her white stockings.
"Masturbate-rub your fucking pussy, bitch!"
"Please, not in front of ... " "Do it, or else," Chuck said firmly.
The throbbing in her ass told Hazel what the 'or else' was. She was so ashamed of masturbating that her face blushed beet red as she obeyed Chuck and moved her hand down over her tummy, pulling her slip up, sliding her fingers into her panties.
She had terribly vivid flashbacks as she rubbed her clit. Lying awake at night, rubbing her pussy when she thought Sandra was asleep, because she was too ashamed to admit that she wanted a man of her dreams to come and fuck her. A gentle man, of course, not like these depraved beasts, one who would understand every little thing she needed. She blushed even harder and worked her pussy, but not a single throb of excitement came out of her clit.
Chuck leaned forward. "I'm gonna fuck you, you little slut." He grinned at her. "And your pussy is gonna be wet, got that?"
"Yes, yes," Hazel moaned, cringing at the thought of having to take his cock into her cunt.
"If it isn't, I'm gonna whip your tits, you little bitch. And I love whipping tits, real nice tits, like yours." He leaned forward, running his hands over Hazel's magnificent tit-globes, pulling the top of her slip out of the way.
Hazel gave a shudder of horror. She knew she could never get excited in this hell-hole. Her pussy would never run juices for them. So her tits would get whipped and, if they whipped them like they whipped her ass, her tits would be ruined. She moaned and sobbed, rubbing her clit frantically, trying to get juices out of her cunt.
Chuck laughed and ran his fingers over Hazel's panties, sliding them down, covering her hand as she rubbed her pussy.
"Let me feel," he ordered. He pushed her panties at her cunt. "Dry as a fuckin' bone. You got a couple of minutes, baby, then I'm gonna start."
As Hazel wept and rubbed her pussy for her cruel tormentor, Sandra gurgled and tried to force her mouth farther down on Roland's big cock.
Both young nurses were running out of time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Desiree slipped her soft lips around the tip of Greg's cock, her fingers working over the hard surface, her brown eyes alight with lust.
"It's hard enough now, baby," she crooned. "Can I stick it up my pussy?" She licked his cock-head gently, her fingers butter-flying up and down his cock-shaft.
"You're too fucking good at blow-jobs, you bitch," Greg chuckled. "But hey, if you wanna fuck, baby, you can get on my cock."
"Ohhh, thank you, Greg!" Desiree simpered.
She climbed up onto his knees, her legs spread wide, her fingers pulling his stiff cock to the steaming entrance of her cunt. She rubbed his cock-knob over her clit for a while, gasping as the pulses of lust shot out of the contact.
Greg grunted and grinned as his hard cock-head rubbed over her wet hot cunt-flesh. He reached up and played with her tits, pushing the top of her little slip aside, caressing the soft tit-globes, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers.
"Uuurrrhh, yessss!" Desiree hissed.
She slid his cock to the cuntal entrance and rammed it right in. She sighed as the shaft of thick cock-meat filled her fuck-hole, throbbing deep in her sucking wet pussy. She clung to his neck, fucking her cunt up and down on his prick, her nipples thrusting at his fingers as he played with them.
He grinned and looked past her to where Hazel was finger-fucking herself.
The weeping little nurse was rubbing her clit in a fury, staring at. the wall, trying to ignore the grinning Chuck as he sat in the chair, watching her. But her cunt simply wouldn't get damp, let alone wet. She sobbed as he reached out and slid his fingers over her ripped panties, working slowly toward her pussy.
"No, please, please!" Hazel begged as she shuddered in horror at the touch of his hand.
"You're not getting wet, are you, whore?" he said softly.
"I will, I will! But please, don't whip me, please!" Hazel sobbed, her legs trembling as her fingers dug into her dry cunt.
"No go, whore," Chuck said. "You don't get wet, you get whipped."
"No, no, please don't! I'll suck you, anything you want, but not that!" Hazel screamed.
But Chuck was already out of the chair.
Hazel screamed and begged, but he twisted her arms behind her back, pushing her toward one of the supporting pillars that reached up to the roof of the main room.
"Nooo, please! Don't do this, please! You've hurt me enough!" Hazel wailed as she was pushed facing into the pillar and held there.
Malcolm grabbed her hands and slipped them into thick leather bonds at the end of a rope that hung over the beam at the ceiling. As the weeping, pleading nurse sobbed helplessly, Malcolm pulled her arms up over her head until she was just about hanging from the rope, her feet only just flapping on the floor. Then she was twisted around to face the two men, her chestnut hair all over her face, her body trembling. Her feet were grabbed and forced out, her shoes almost falling off as the men hauled her legs open and lashed her ankles to ropes that ran to the bases of other pillars. Hazel moaned and fell back against the hard, rough wood, her legs aching because they were forced out so far, her arms throbbing with the weight of her body hanging from them.
She hardly dared look as Chuck came back, but she did-and she almost fainted.
He was carrying a small cat, the many tails knotted all along their length, all of them shiny from frequent use. He smiled at her, running the cat-tails through his fingers.
And then Hazel saw Malcolm. He had a small vibrator in his hand, the hard shaft trembling with the power of the little motor churning in it. He pulled up a low bench, sat right in front of Hazel's spread legs and ran the tip of the vibrator over her pussy-mound, the plastic tip running over her panties.
"No, please, don't do that!" Hazel pleaded, staring down at Malcolm.
He just smiled at her and carried on. "Gotta get your cunt wet, honey," he said. "Or when we fuck you, it'll hurt. And you don't want a cock to hurt you, do you?"
He and Chuck snickered at the running joke they had with the two captive nurses, but Hazel had no time to even weep, because Chuck was pulling the top of her slip below her lovely tits, pushing it right under the lower curves to the soft flesh of her rib cage.
"No, no, don't! Please don't do that!" Hazel begged, staring in wide-eyed horror at the cat.
Chuck grinned and draped the cat-tails over her heaving tits, the massive heavy tit-globes standing out as perfect targets for his lust.
"Boy," he sighed, "these are the best tits I've seen in a long while. They're gonna jump like crazy."
Hazel burst into floods of tears as the terrible cat whisked up and hung over her swelling tit-mounds. Through her tears, she watched it hover, while all the time the vibrator trembled on her pussy, rubbing gently on her cunt-flesh through what remained of her panties.
The cat cut into her right tit, bouncing across her chest, biting lines of red pain into her skin with points of deeper crimson where the knots landed. Hazel leaped against the pillar and screamed, her body trembling, her legs trying to close against the pull of the ropes. The cat lashed her left tit, and her hands twisted, pulling at the leather bonds. Her scream rang out through the room as the heavy tit-flesh bounced.
She jerked and rolled, trying desperately to escape the sting of the cat, but without success. Whichever way she twisted her lovely body, the whip found her tits, beating them around, lashing red lines all over them, spreading the awful pain all over her tit-mounds.
And the vibrator ran over her panties, trembling against her pussy, the gentle throb of the plastic prick-head sending soft waves of pleasure into the screaming bound nurse. She jerked at the beat of the cat, heaved and moaned, the passion growing, mingling with the agony.
It was the horrible contrast of pain and pleasure that was breaking something down in the beautiful young nurse. The soft waves of pleasure from her pussy pulsated out and rolled with the agony coming from her tits. The whole mess of pain and emotion mingled in her guts and made her scream to the beat of something more than the whip. Her arms pulled at the ropes, her tits thrust out, and her legs strained to heave her pussy down harder on the vibrator tip.
"Heeeyyy," Chuck murmured, "now we're getting somewhere! The little whore's getting wet." He ran the vibrator harder against Hazel's cunt, rubbing more of the smooth prick-head over her panty-covered pussy.
Hazel didn't understand what was happening to her. Her head was swimming, her tits erupted with pain at each stroke of the terrible cat-and yet her pussy was spasming and getting wet. Her thighs trembled as she pushed at the vibrator, trying to get more of it to rub her clit harder.
But Malcolm let the vibrator ease off, leaving Hazel's cunt frantically heaving at it, her moans of pain changing to horrible moans of perverse desire.
"Nooo! Please stop, please!" Hazel sobbed, her pussy throbbing with her dark lust, juices running down her cunt and into her panties as she twisted and heaved against the pillar.
"Don't you want to be fucked, little girl?" Malcolm asked, running the vibrator hard against her clit for a moment, just long enough to get a shriek of lust from the bound nurse.
"Aaaghghhh!" Hazel wailed, jerking again as the cat cut across her tits, beating across her chest, the red-lined tit-flesh rolling with the tortured writhing of her body. "Yes, yes! I want to be fucked!"
"Beg me!" Chuck snapped and whipped her tits viciously, his arm swinging hard as his eyes feasted on Hazel's agony and rising lust.
"Hazel's nipples stood out on her tits, hard and crinkled, getting harder with each blow of the cat. And they throbbed with her depraved passion as the leather cut them, the dark desire surging through the pain and into her body, pouring more fuel onto the fire burning in her cunt. She screamed and twisted, her face contorted with the passions raging through her, her tits and pussy jerking helplessly.
"Here," Malcolm said, "you fuck her. I got an idea."
He took the vibrator away and Hazel gave a shriek of strange pain. The cat stopped too, and she hung there, her body straining and jerking. Dimly, she saw the two men lean together and chuckle, and she wondered what horror they had in line for her.
As Hazel hung there and wept, Sandra gurgled and screamed around Roland's colossal cock, still trying to take more of the ten-inch monster into her throat. But it was still impossible. Even the rasping fuck of Kevin's cock in her ass wasn't making her throat relax enough. She wept and struggled, pulling against the ropes that held her to the rail. The strange fluttery feelings of pleasure she got from the raping fuck of Kevin's cock had reached as high as they were going to go, and nothing helped her now to take more of Roland's huge fucker.
She knew what that meant.
Roland pulled her head back and looked right into her eyes. "Last chance," he said. "You take my cock right into your throat or your ass gets it until you do."
He slammed her head back onto his cock and Sandra gurgled with horror, trying her best to take more of his thick prick into her mouth.
She even managed to get the massive cock-head into her throat for an instant, but she gagged almost at once and drew back.
"Please, no, no, I'll try again," she begged, her body rubbing against the rail, her ass throbbing around Kevin's cock.
"Time's up," Roland laughed as he got a firm grip on her hair, forcing her mouth back down on his prick.
Sandra screamed as his thick fucker sank back into her mouth. She gasped and wept, struggling helplessly against the ropes, her hands squirming to get free.
Chuck gave a roar of laughter and gripped Sandra around the tops of her thighs, leaning backward, his cock shoving into her shit-pit as hard as it could while he heaved her up on it, churning his prick deep in her ass-guts while he left her ass a perfect target for Zenda and the rod.
Sandra screamed around Roland's cock, but her voice was muffled by the thick fuck-meat. Her ass tensed, her ass-ring tightening around Kevin's cock as she waited for the terrible agony of the thin rod.
The blow sent her writhing in agony against the rail, her little bodice ripping on the rough wood. Her ass-muscles clamped down on Kevin's fuck-rod as the pain surged through her body, and her scream rang out even with the cock buried in her mouth.
"Hey, her ass goes wild when you whip her!" Kevin yelled. "Give it to her! I wanna feel that again!" He gripped Sandra's thighs harder, heaving his cock at her asshole with all the force he had.
Zenda lashed the rod across Sandra's tight ass-cheeks, only an inch from Kevin's cock. Sandra went almost out of her mind with pain. She jerked back, her ass sucking and heaving as the muscles tightened in a spasm of terrible force. Kevin roared with delight, his cock throbbing harder in the tight grip of her ass-sheath.
"Whip her, whip her!" he yelled, fucking Sandra's ass harder, his cock churning deep in her shit-hole.
Zenda whipped Sandra with hard fast strokes, the rod bouncing up from the contact, ready to strike again. Sandra was screaming constantly on Roland's cock, her throat pumping up and down on his cock-head.
But their plan was working. The pain was opening Sandra's throat. With each blow of the rod, her head lurched up and slammed down deeper, taking an inch or so more of Roland's cock. His massive round cock-knob rasped over her throat muscles, opening them even more with the force of his face-fucking.
"Come on, bitch! Fuck, that's good!" Roland yelled, staring down at Sandra's dark hair as her head slammed deep onto his cock, her throat spasming around his cock-head.
"You're fucking right!" Kevin bellowed, his cock surging in Sandra's shitter, thrusting, twisting as the rod lashed down across Sandra's crimson ass. Her hips began to jerk as he lost control, his cock slamming in and out of Sandra's ass faster and harder.
The strange fire was burning again in Sandra's guts. But this time it got stronger, burning higher with the ramming fuck of Kevin's cock and the agony of the rod. Her ass burned and erupted with agony, but the horrible, depraved passion was there with it, climbing, surging, melting into the pain. Even the thrust of Roland's cock into her throat was sending a terrible excitement through her. And the desperate pulling of her arms against the ropes was adding a new passion, almost as if her struggle against the bonds was making the fire burn brighter.
It was all so confused in her mind-there was just the raging pain and lust, surging around into each other, driving her out of her mind.
"Yeaaahhh, Zenda, she can do it!" Roland yelled as Sandra's lips reached the base of his cock on a frantic lunge down to the beat of the rod. "Fuck, keep it up! I'm gonna shoot! Let her have it all! Ooooohhh, fuuuuuck!"
The rod beat her ass, Sandra's scream bubbled around Roland's prick, her ass heaved back and she took the whole of Roland's cock into her throat. The two men yelled with fuck-lust, pumping their cocks at her as their cruelty raged out of control.
Sandra's head spun, her body lurched and her screams developed a guttural, moaning lust to them as her own long-denied passion broke loose. Her hatred of men surged back over her, but it only served to fan the flames of her lust. Her body undulated as she fucked and sucked, trying to rip the cocks off at the roots and giving the men an even better ride in her pain, lust and fury.
Hazel's wait on the ropes was just about over. The ache in her arms was getting unbearable as Chuck came back to her and pushed the low bench between her spread thighs until it ran up against the pillar. Without saying a word to her, he ripped her panties off, tearing them brutally, ignoring her moans. He lay on the bench and pushed his legs on either side of the pillar, moving between her thighs until he could get his cock to the tight entrance of her cunt. He pulled her out a little and held his hard-on in one hand, playing his cock-head over the now-damp flesh of her clit. And all the time, he grinned up at her mockingly.
Roland handed him the end of the rope that held Hazel's arms and Chuck leaned on it, stretching her arms even more for a moment.
"You wanna fuck me?" he asked.
"Yes, yes!" Hazel sobbed, staring at her whipped tits and the crimson stains all over them.
"You gotta beg real nice," Chuck said, pushing his ass off the bench for a moment, sliding his cock just inside the tight entrance of her cunt. He dropped back onto the bench, resting comfortably, holding the rope tight.
Hazel understood their plan. Because her arms were stretched so tightly, she could only get her cunt around Chuck's cock if he released the rope a little. And for that, she had to beg.
"Please, let me fuck you," she moaned, thrusting her pussy at his cock in an attempt to be sexy. Then her eyes stared in widening horror, for Malcolm had the cat and it was sweeping in on her tits once more. "Nooo, don't do that! I'll fuck! I'll . . . aaagghhh!"
She jerked and heaved, the agony rushing from her tits as the tight knots bit into her tit-flesh. She slammed down and her cunt managed to capture an inch or so of Chuck's upthrust fucker.
"Beg real good," he laughed. "Your tits get it till I come."
"Aaagh!" Hazel wailed as another slashing blow cut her wonderful tit-mounds. "Please, please fuck meeeee!" Her body was tossing wildly as her tits heaved. "I want your cock! Please, fill me up, come up my cunt, please, please!"
The cat lashed her tits hard and she screeched with pain.
"You wanna lick my cock clean afterwards?" Chuck demanded, holding tightly to the rope.
"Yesssss! Yes, I want to lick your lovely cock clean, every inch of it! Please, fuck meeee!" Hazel wailed, her lovely body burning with pain.
"I suppose so," Chuck laughed, and he eased his grip on the rope.
With a horrible moan, Hazel managed to sink her cunt down onto fully half his cock-lance, taking it into her tight fuck-hole on the cunt-juices that were now running freely. She rammed down and then leaped up as the whip cut her tits, her pussy spasming around his prick. As the agony rolled over her, she rammed down again, taking even more of Chuck's prick into her spasming pussy.
The whip lashed her tits and she lurched up and rammed down, her thighs trembling with the force of her movements. She was screaming in constant pain, but already the passion that had surged out before was burning again. Her nipples throbbed to the beat of the cat and her pussy spasmed harder and faster around Chuck's cock. She sobbed and moaned, unable to control herself as she heaved up and down harder, her cunt drooling juices, her tits heaving out as the cat lashed in.
She flung her head back and howled in her rising lust, hating herself for the perverse passion she felt.
By now Sandra's screams of pain and lust were muffled by Roland's cock, for she had it right in her throat and her mouth stayed rammed down to the hairy hilt. Her throat spasmed over the thick cock-meat as the rushing lust surged up and overwhelmed her. She had no idea of anything except the pain and the two cocks filling her ass and throat. Her ass jerked up for the rod as it lashed down, her hot flesh erupting with the mingled agony and lust at each blow.
Kevin was going out of his mind as Sandra's asshole sucked the cum out of his balls like a vacuum pump. He gripped her thighs and roared with lust as the stream of jism broke loose and erupted up his cock-shaft.
"Oooohhhh, fuuuuuck!" he gasped. "The bitch is gonna come!"
Sandra heard him through everything. Her hatred of men rushed over her and triggered the most incredible spasm of lust she had ever known. It exploded in her body, sending her sucking mouth working over Roland's cock in a fury as her ass took the first great wad of Kevin's cum.
"Uurrggghh!" Kevin roared as his cock shot streams of hot fuck-juice into Sandra's sucking, spasming ass.
His hips pumped at her ass in a fury, his cock ramming in and out faster than Zenda could whip the screaming, climaxing nurse. Cum gushed out of his piss-slit at the peak of each surging lunge of his cock.
"Jeezusss!" Roland bellowed as Sandra's throat worked his cock-head in a fury of lust and hatred. He gripped her hair, his cock throbbing deep in her throat as the hot spunk gushed from his balls in a sudden tide of release. "Take it, whore!"
There was no need to yell at Sandra anymore. She was gone, her endless spasms of climax surging to the beat of every slash of the rod, every pump of cum into her throat or ass. Her terrible hatred of the men who raped her only made her lust worse, inflaming her to a pitch of fury as she swallowed Roland's cock to the balls, taking the shots of cum deep in her throat, sending him lurching and bellowing with release. Her tongue flicked out over Roland's balls, sending him even higher in his orgasmic release.
"Jeeezusss, will you look at the bitch go!" Roland yelled, his cock pumping cum into Sandra's throat.
"You ought to be up her ass!" Kevin yelled as his prick spat another thick creamy wad of cum deep in Sandra's ass. He stared glassy-eyed at the bound nurse's ass as it circled and heaved under the blows of the rod, and his fingers dug deep into her thighs.
The rod was spreading the drying blood all over Sandra's ass and re-opening the earlier cuts, spreading fresh blood over her whipped ass. The screaming nurse came again and again, her mouth and ass sucking at the cocks shooting their cum-loads deep in her body. She sobbed and moaned, her head pumping up and down, the shattering pulses of orgasm driving her wild.
Then the streams of cum slowed, the cocks stroking slower in her throat and ass. But Sandra was still raging high, her ass thrusting up for the rod as it lashed down. She screamed and sucked, but the cocks were running out and the beat of the rod slowed, leaving her climax to fall away rather than break. She fought, struggled, sucking harder at Roland's cock, but it was no use. The rod stopped whipping her ass, the cocks slowed and only oozes of cum came out of them and she was left moaning, heaving, her lust turning to pain as the passion fell away.
"Fuck, would you look at that," Roland said as he pulled his cock out of Sandra's mouth.
Sandra fell across the rail, heaving and sobbing, her body still rolling to the beat of an orgasm that was fading fast, leaving only the agony in her plundered ass. Then Kevin pulled his prick out of her shit-pit. Her sphincter spasmed and closed as she sobbed, staring at the floor, wanting to kill them all.
"She's not the only one," Zenda chuckled. "The other bitch is getting into it, too.' All eyes turned to Hazel.
CHAPTER FIVE
Poor Hazel was screaming and squirming as the whip cut her tits, and her cunt pumped helplessly up and down on Chuck's cock.
"Nooo, please, stop!" she pleaded.
But her pussy was spasming with the most undisguised lust and her tits jerked out at the cat as the terrible whip lashed in at them. Her sobs rang around the room as the others left Sandra over the rail and came watch.
Zenda chuckled and slid her hand over the front of her tight little dress, working down to her pussy. "Fuck," she whispered, "I'm getting horny just watching this."
Roland laughed. "Jeez, they must be hot," he commented. He sat down, watching as Malcolm lashed the whip into Hazel's tits with sweeping hard strokes. His cock was sticking out like a rock-hard pole, swinging with each move he made, and his eyes were glassy with lust.
"Take that, you little bitch!" Malcolm yelled, watching as Hazel's red whipped tits jumped and swayed under the blows. "Hey, get that other bitch for me. I gotta have a suck."
"Sure, Malcolm," Kevin said and went back to the softly moaning Sandra as she lay over the rail, her body still heaving slowly. He undid the bonds and hauled her to her feet by her hair. "Suck-time, cunt! And don't fuck it up, or we'll get real pissed."
He pushed the moaning nurse toward Malcolm as he swung the cat into Hazel's heaving tits. Sandra was almost unconscious with the after-effects of the beating and terrible orgasm she'd had. She stumbled several times, being held up by Kevin with brutal force. She reached back and felt her ass, sobbing as she came across the blood encrusted on her flesh. But there wasn't much time for her to think. She was forced to her knees in front of Malcolm, her lovely dark hair in tangles, her face tear-stained from hours of weeping.
"Suck it!" Malcolm snapped, slapping the whip into Hazel's tits.
With her vision dim and confused, Sandra leaned forward and held Malcolm's cock, running her mouth over the cock-head. There was already pre-cum oozing from the piss-slit and she knew she was in for another mouthful of cum pretty soon. But she had nothing left to fight with and she worked her mouth deeper, taking the cock-knob into her mouth, sucking it gently, rubbing his cock-shaft with her fingers. She let him fuck her mouth as he wanted, and it seemed to be good enough for him.
In any event, most of the attention in the room was on the heaving, screaming Hazel, who was rapidly approaching climax, however hard she tried to fight it.
And she fought it. She couldn't imagine how she had come to this depraved point of lust. Her body heaved as the whip cut her tit-flesh, the burning pain and lust surging together down to her pussy. And it was in her hot cunt that her real shame showed. For she was desperately trying to get more of Chuck's cock, slamming her body down for the satisfaction of the rasping fuck of his big thick boner. But he held the rope tight, only allowing her to fuck about half his prick, still hanging her up by her arms. She screamed and jerked, her tits jumping, her eyes pouring tears down her lovely face.
"Come on, bitch, beg!" Chuck yelled, his stiff cock throbbing in her fuck-hole. He laughed, hanging the helpless nurse up by her wrists, keeping her from really fucking herself on his prick.
"Please, please, let meeeee!" Hazel wailed, gasping as the whip landed, beating another set of red points and lines into her tit-flesh.
"You wanna fuck me, bitch?" Chuck yelled at her, thrusting his cock up into her cunt for a moment, then pulling it back.
"Yesss, please, let me fuck youuuuu!" Hazel begged, her chestnut hair flying around as she jerked to the beat of the whip and her still-rising passion.
"Beg me, beg me!" Chuck bellowed, his eyes wild with the delight of playing with the helpless nurse.
"I did! Please, please, let me fuck you!" Hazel begged, so far gone she wasn't sure what she was saying anymore.
"Tell me my cock's the best you ever had," Chuck demanded, pulling hard on the ropes, stretching Hazel out even harder.
"Ohhh, yes, yes!" Hazel screamed. "Your cock's the best I ever had! It is, I swear! Please, let me have it!" She spasmed as the whip cut her tits, beating the knots viciously into her taut nipples.
Chuck laughed, his thick swollen cock pumping up into Hazel's cunt. She was so turned on that her pussy-juices were flowing down his cock and into his cock-hair, but still he held her back.
Kneeling at Malcolm's feet, her mouth around his heaving fuck-rod, Sandra heard it all dimly, but she was so close to passing out that it all fuzzed and faded in her head. She clung to Malcolm's prick, taking about half the length of his cock between her lips, her tongue moving over the rock-hard surface as it pumped in and out like a piston.
"Come on, Chuck, let her have your cock. I'm gonna shoot soon," Malcolm said, his eyes on Hazel's tits, his hand slashing the cat across her jerking, heaving tit-globes.
"Yeaaahhh!" Chuck roared. "So are we!" He laughed, but let the rope slide a little.
Hazel pulled on her arms and her whole body sank deeper onto Chuck's cock. It rammed fully three quarters of the way up her cunt and she screamed as it filled her fuck-hole. The trigger of her lust snapped and every inch of her body went wild. She began pumping up and down in the most obscene display of desire, her tits heaving out, her eyes closed, her cunt fucking up and down on Chuck's prick, trying to get the last few inches as she climbed to the first real orgasm of her life.
But none of them were the first to come.
Desiree was still rocking her hot little cunt around Greg's prick, spasming in the endless rolling climaxes she always had. His hands were on her tits, his fingers rolling her nipples with increasing force as the cum rushed out of his balls and up his throbbing cock-shaft.
"Ooohhh, yesss!" Desiree hissed, though her voice was lost in the piercing screams from Hazel. "Come on, shoot up me, honey, come on! Yeah, hurt my nipples, come on, hurt me! Yessss! That's it!"
She gave a shriek of lust as she peaked, her pussy sucking the cum out of his cock in hot gushes.
Greg gave a roar of lust and rocked out of the chair, standing up, holding the squirming little nympho on his cock while it pumped cum into her hot wet fuck-pit. He leaned back, his hands working her tits harder, his fingers twisting Desiree's nipples until she gave a shriek of pain and lust, her pussy overflowing with his cum, her body shaking with release. She reached back, her hands over her head and around his neck, clinging to him, her pussy throbbing as his cock shot the thick wads of cum into her fuck-hole.
"Yes, baby, yesssss!" she moaned. "Ohhh, yesss! Fill me up! Ohhhh!"
She screamed once more and collapsed, still hanging around his neck as his cock pumped out the last of his cum-load.
The two of them stayed they were for a while, Desiree still clinging around his neck, her tits thrust out, red from the force of his twisting fingers, their two bodies moving slowly together.
But Hazel and Sandra weren't getting any peace. The whip cut into Hazel's tit-flesh with sickening force as she screamed and twisted, fucking her hot cunt as far down Chuck's cock as she could with each lunging heave of her body.
"Noooo! Stop, help meeee!" Hazel screamed.
Her cunt was spasming, her tits burning with an agonizing lust that grew with each beat of the cat and each thrust of her cunt. With a shriek, she started to climax, her pussy throbbing, her tits jumping around, thrust out for more pain.
"Got you, whore!" Malcolm yelled, lashing Hazel's tits with strokes that beat endless pain into her soft flesh. "Suck me off!" he yelled at Sandra. "Suck me off now! Now!" He grabbed Sandra's head with his free hand and rammed it hard onto his rigid cock.
Sandra still had no fight in her. She allowed his cock to fuck into her throat, and somehow it was easy now. She moaned as he raped her mouth, his throbbing fucker speeding up, ramming in and out of her lips, his cock-head working deeper into her throat with each thrust. She ran her fingers over his cock-shaft, working it when it was outside her lips, feeling his prick throb and swell as his lust rose to its peak.
Malcolm wasn't the only one. Chuck gave a great yell and eased his grip even farther off the rope.
He bellowed and heaved his cock deep into Hazel's soft pussy-hole, fucking her with everything he had. He gasped as the cum rushed out of his balls and shot up his cock-shaft, right into Hazel's cunt.
As the pressure came off the rope and she dropped right onto Chuck's cock, the final dam holding back Hazel's lust broke. She screamed and rammed her cunt over the throbbing fuck-rod, working it with her spasming pussy walls, thrusting her tits out for the whip.
"No, no, stop!" she screamed, twisting in her helpless release.
"You bitch!" Chuck spat. "Here, stop it if you want." He let go of the rope.
It didn't allow Hazel to be fully free. Her ankles were still tied to ropes, but she could have protected her tits and gotten off Chuck's cock if she wanted. But that thought didn't occur to her. With a scream, she flung her arms back over her head, holding her tits out as she fucked Chuck's cock for all she was worth. She screamed and twisted, her tits bouncing as she came, the spasms shaking her whole body as she took the shots of Chuck's cum-load high in her sucking pussy.
Malcolm was coming, shooting his cum-load into Sandra's mouth, holding her head as he lashed the cat across Hazel's tits with sweeping strokes that beat from side to side endlessly.
"You bitch!" he roared, his hips jerking as he shot creamy cum down Sandra's throat. "You stuck-up whore, you bitch!"
He snarled in fury, the cat whistling across Hazel's heaving tits, his cock pouring jizz into Sandra's mouth.
Sandra swallowed the slimy cum as if by reflex. She held his cock, milking it of the cum, tasting the creamy spunk and dimly thinking that it wasn't bad at all. But her head was spinning and she was only just hanging on. She caressed Malcolm's heaving balls, taking the final gobs of fuck-juice out of them as he gave a final, terrible roar and gave Hazel's tits the last strokes of the cat-tails.
They were vicious strokes, harder than the rest, and they drove Hazel over the top into the last spasms of release. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her cunt throbbing and sucking at Chuck's cock as she took the last drops of his jism. Her tits jerked and thrust and she fell forward over Chuck, moaning and sobbing, her cunt still sucking and spasming on his prick as she came down. Her whipped tits pressed into Chuck's chest. The pain rose up over her and she sank slowly down and passed out.
Sandra was falling into the pit at just about the same time. She held onto Malcolm's cock as he moaned and shot his last oozes of cum into her mouth, but the blackness rushed over her while she held his cock-head in her moth. She was unconscious before she hit the floor.
CHAPTER SIX
Hazel came around slowly. Her body ached, and it took her a second to remember the horror. She jerked up and fell back as a chain tightened. She reached for her neck and found that the chain was clipped there to a very wide, studded leather collar. The clip of that was padlocked, and it was obvious there was no way out of it. She turned and suddenly realized she was in a bed. It was even a very comfortable bed. The sheets were clean and white, and light poured in through the cracks in the curtains of a small window on the other wall. The furniture was all the same rustic wood, and the room was cozy and warm. It almost made her think pleasant thoughts, but the memories of the night before were flooding back, and she stifled a sob.
She reached down to her ass and ran her fingers over the still-throbbing flesh. She felt the awful welts and the thin cuts that the rod had made. Then she realized that her ass had been washed and the cuts cleaned. In fact, she had been washed all over. She thought back and remembered a bath vaguely, warm water pouring all over her.
She examined her tits. They were in better shape than her ass, but the red flesh still ached and her nipples stood out like little buds. She touched them and winced as the pain rushed out. But something warm also went off in her body. She touched her nipples again and the pain was mingled with the passion that had betrayed her. Guiltily, she stopped, but she wanted to touch her tits again. That mixture of pain and pleasure was becoming irresistible.
She heard a groan, and Sandra moved in the bed beside her. Hazel turned, and Sandra opened her eyes. Sandra looked at her friend, felt the collar around her neck and broke into tears.
"The perverts!" she sobbed. "What they did to my ass, and my tits . . . look." She pulled the bedclothes back and showed Hazel her whipped tits.
Silently, Hazel turned her sheets down and showed Sandra her tits, but Sandra was only really interested in her own pain.
"We've got to escape and show the police these marks," Sandra said, trying to get up even though the chain threw her back every time.
"How?" Hazel sighed. She looked at Sandra and thought her friend was being very stupid. They weren't going to let them go that easily.
"See what's outside the window," Sandra hissed, glancing around the room.
"How?" Hazel asked impatiently. "You wanna chew through the leather?"
Sandra was going to answer, but the door opened and Zenda stood there, watching the two young nurses carefully. She was dressed in a little black robe and high-heeled shoes with matching black stockings, and that was all.
"So you woke up, you dumb cunts," she said. "Desiree, come here."
"Hey, they awake?" Roland said, peering in, spooning cereal into his mouth as he grinned at Hazel and Sandra. "You gotta stop coming that hard, girls. We were just getting started, and you passed out. Shit. Can we watch?"
"Of course," Zenda said.
"Hey, boys, lezzie time!" Roland called out down the corridor.
"Oooh, hi, girls," Desiree giggled, coming in behind Zenda. She wore a shortie nightie. The bow in the front was opened, her panties were gone and there was cum in her pussy-hair.
There were footsteps down the corridor, and Greg joined them with Malcolm. The three young doctors sat down and grinned at the cringing nurses.
"You two are gonna have to learn to pace yourselves," Zenda said, coming up to the bed. "These guys are horny-they don't just come once a night. Desiree here had to fuck them all after you passed out, and you know how Desiree hates to fuck."
"Ooooh, yes, I hated every minute of it," Desiree giggled, sashaying up to the bed where Sandra lay.
Sandra's fury was coming back, but she held it in, restrained by the collar.
"So you gotta thank Desiree and thank me, before breakfast," Zenda said, getting onto the bed with Hazel. "Don't fuck me around. Whipping people on an empty stomach makes me real mad. You suck us off, or else." She slid her robe off and moved up, spreading her legs around Hazel's head.
Desiree giggled as she slid up over Sandra's face. "You wanna kill me, huh?" she whispered to the helpless Sandra.
"Yesss!" Sandra spat, staring up at the dizzy little nymphomaniac.
"But instead, you gotta suck my pussy," Desiree giggled. "That's the breaks, baby." She giggled and laughed with delight, turning and stripping the sheets off Sandra in one sweep.
Sandra twisted, trying to get her naked body away from the grinning doctors, but Desiree straddled her face, her thighs tight around Sandra's cheeks. She gripped Sandra's hair.
"Suck me, bitch!" she hissed. "And clean all that cum out. I've been fucking my brains out. Shit, I'm sloshing around with spunk."
Sandra struggled and moaned, but the collar was tight and she knew she was helpless. Desiree had a grip on her hair, and the flaky blonde's grip was a lot stronger than it looked. Making a vow to get the little tramp back when she had the chance, Sandra surrendered and licked her tongue over Desiree's hot clit.
There was a lot of cum there, running out of Desiree's fuck-hole and right into Sandra's mouth. For a moment, Sandra shuddered and retched, but she couldn't pretend that the taste of cum was that bad anymore. She sucked Desiree's clit into her mouth and licked over the hot flesh.
Desiree relaxed her grip on Sandra's hair and leaned back, grinning, her thighs opening as she enjoyed Sandra's mouth. "Fuck, that's good! Come and look, boys-see how chicks suck other chicks."
It was a desperately humiliating moment for Sandra as the three men leaned in, Roland still chewing his cereal. She closed her eyes and sucked at Desiree's cunt, wishing she could kill the bitch.
Hazel was having just as bad a time. She stared up at the horrible dominatrix. Zenda spread her thighs over her face and opened her robe, showing her body for the first time. It was a good body, tight, slim, big tits. Zenda's cuntal hair was black, just as dark as the hair on her head, a thick, bushy growth that spread almost to her asshole. The strong odor of pussy came to Hazel's nose, and she shuddered a little as the terrible dominatrix straddled her. Zenda slid her thighs around Hazel's face and pushed her cunt right down on her mouth.
Hazel sucked Zenda's cunt, running her tongue over the spasming pussy-flesh. Zenda gave low moans of satisfaction, thrusting her cunt over Hazel's face with long slow strokes, rubbing the whole of her cuntal slit on Hazel's mouth. Her pussy ran hot juices into Hazel's mouth and the helpless nurse swallowed them as Zenda began to moan with greater pleasure, her thrusting hips moving faster, rubbing her long cuntal slit all over the bound nurse's face.
"Come on, bitch, suck me!" she hissed. "It's the only way I get off except whipping you, so make it good!" She gasped and rubbed her pussy on Hazel's mouth, staring down at Hazel's horrified eyes. "Tell me how much you love to suck me!"
"Yes, yes, I love it," Hazel sobbed, her face smeared with Zenda's pussy-juices.
"More than cock?" the dark-haired sadist snapped, rubbing her hand over her own large tits, twisting her nipples with vicious power.
"Yes, more than cock!" Hazel gasped in terror.
"Hear that, boys?" Zenda yelled. "She likes pussy more than cock! You gonna take that?"
"No, please!" Hazel sobbed, but her pleas were buried in Zenda's cuntal slit as the black-haired dominatrix shoved her cunt back down on Hazel's face.
The doctors left off watching Sandra and Desiree and came over, grinning, their cocks pushing out of their robes as they saw the chance for some action of their own on the bound nurses.
"Gotta inspect their asses," Roland said as he pulled up Hazel's legs, pushing them towards her head until Zenda could grab hold of her ankles and push them downwards, spreading Hazel's ass and pussy out for the men to see.
Hazel screamed into Zenda's cunt as her legs were spread wide and pushed down by Zenda until her feet were just about level with her head. Her muscles strained, her ass thrust up off the bed and her pussy was wide open as the doctors peered in a mock clinical inspection.
"Hell of a fuckin' ass," Greg commented. "Hey, somebody bring the whips!"
Hazel screamed and begged as the men ran their hands over her ass, pushing their fingers into her cunt and asshole. She struggled a little, but she was too terrified to do much and, anyway, Zenda had far too tight a grip on her ankles. Zenda was very strong and was starting to groan with rising lust as she rode Hazel's face, rubbing her cunt ever harder on her mouth.
"Slight cuts, probably from a thin instrument," Roland mused as he inspected Hazel's ass. "Extensive bruising. Hmmmm, this cunt's been whipped." He pushed his finger into Hazel's ass, and the helpless brunette jerked and screamed into Zenda's cunt.
"This rod, perhaps?" Chuck said, showing Roland a thin cane.
"Hmmmm, don't think so," Roland said. "It doesn't look heavy enough to cut skin. Try it."
"Okay," Chuck said and he lined the cane up on Hazel's ass.
The moment it whipped her ass, Hazel knew it wasn't the same terrible rod that had cut her flesh, but it was more than painful enough. She screamed, her voice bubbling out from around Zenda's cuntal flesh as her ass heaved and she twisted on the bed.
"Oooooohhhh, boys, that's good," Zenda moaned, rubbing her cunt over Hazel's suffering face. "Do it again. I love to feel her squirm."
Hazel screamed as the cane whipped into her taut ass, making her buck and jerk on the bed. She was being driven to suck harder at Zenda's cunt to counteract the pain and Zenda liked that, demanding the doctors whip the helpless nurse harder.
The thin cane whipped into Hazel's ass and she spasmed, sucking and biting at Zenda's cunt, the agony churning over her body. Above her, Zenda gasped and gave a long drawn-out moan of lust, her pussy spasming on Hazel's mouth, her cuntal juices running all over the brunette's face.
"Urrrhhh, yesss!" Zenda sighed as she came, rolling her cunt around as her spasms peaked. She leaned down on Hazel's ankles, pushing the nurse's feet right to the bed as she gave a final gasp and dropped back into satisfied slow rolls of her cunt on Hazel's mouth. "That wasn't bad, boys. We might do that again, but now we ask her why she likes cunt better than cock, right?"
"Riiiiight!" Roland said, leaning over Hazel as Zenda eased her cunt back off Hazel's mouth. "Why don't you like cock, bitch?"
Hazel stared up at the mocking, laughing faces and felt the cane running softly over her ass. "I do like cock," she sobbed, shivering, her legs trembling under the pressure of Zenda's hands.
"So you lied," Roland chuckled.
"No, no," Hazel said. "She asked if I liked cunt more than cock, and I said ..."
"Lezzie, huh?" Roland laughed.
"No, no, I like cock more than cunt!" Hazel wept, knowing there was no way out for her.
"You fuckin' lie any time you feel like it, huh?" Roland laughed.
He nodded, and Chuck lashed the cane into Hazel's stretched ass.
"Aaaghghhh! Please, you tricked me, you tricked meeeee!" Hazel screamed, her body contorting, the collar tight around her neck.
Roland laughed and the cane lashed into Hazel's helpless ass three more times before he was satisfied. Finally, he leered down at the bound nurse as her screams died away.
"So beg me to fuck your ass," he said. "You didn't get your ass fucked yesterday."
Hazel gasped and moaned, but she knew there was no way out. "Yes, yes, please!" she begged. "Please fuck my ass! Please ram your great big cock up my ass!"
And a strange thing happened. A surge of submissive pleasure washed over the helpless nurse. Her tits heaved and she moaned as her cunt went wet and buttery. Her head fell to the side until Zenda grabbed her hair and spread her thighs wider.
"I know you, whore," Zenda chuckled. "Now suck me off again. That was nice, real nice."
Her hot wet cunt came down over Hazel's mouth and the helpless nurse sucked at it, taking the whole of Zenda's clit into her mouth and working it over. Then she felt the touch of Roland's cock, running over her pussy while his hands stroked her whipped ass.
"Well, fuck me," he chuckled. "The bitch is wet, I mean real wet. Look at that, boys."
Hazel sobbed and moaned as she sucked at Zenda's pussy, feeling Roland running his fingers up and down her cunt-slit, sliding on her plentiful pussy-juices.
"You know, I bet I could get it up her ass if I just cunt-fucked her first," Roland said. "Whadaya think, boys?"
"Worth a try," Greg commented, peering down at Hazel's spread pussy.
Hazel gasped and tensed as Roland shoved his enormous fucker at her tight pussy-hole. She tried to resist, but her cunt was so wet his prick slid in easily, spreading her fuck-channel, sending pulses of strange delight rushing out from the rasping of his thick cock-head over her soft cuntal walls.
"Jeeez!" Roland gasped, ramming his cock in while he leaned harder on Hazel's spread thighs. "She's one hell of a fuck!"
"She's learning," Zenda said, holding Hazel's hair as she continued ramming her hot cunt over Hazel's mouth.
"Wow, gotta finish up there later." Roland commented as he pulled his prick out of Hazel's cunt. His cock was shiny with her cunt-juices.
He took his prick and eased it down, right to the crinkled entrance of Hazel's ass. Hazel stiffened, moaning as she thought about the horrible indignity of having her virgin ass fucked. Roland pushed, and his slippery cock-head pushed a little into Hazel's shit-pit and the bound nurse leaped, jerking on the bed as the pain rushed out of her stretched ass-ring.
"Come on, whore, it isn't that bad," Roland said, and he pushed again.
Hazel tensed hard, her whole body rebelling against the ass-fuck, but it was no good. Her pussy had been more than wet enough to cover Roland's cock with her juices and his prick sank into her shitter with sickening force. Her muscles trembled, her ass jerked and she sobbed deep into Zenda's cunt as the pain soared out of her shitter.
"Yeahhhh!" Roland gasped, ramming his cock deeper, pulling it back, then fucking into the helpless nurse's ass again.
He was fucked more than three quarters into her asshole and her stretched thighs shook with passion as Zenda leaned down on them harder. Then Roland's enormous fuck-rod plunged into her ass to the balls and he held it there, churning it around, leaning hard on the captive nurse.
Hazel gasped, her head spinning with a mixture of shame and submissive passion as she sucked at Zenda's pussy and had her ass reamed out by Roland. Her body was trembling and pushing at the cock, her ass spasming in painful passion with each ramming fuck into her ass-guts.
She felt that same dark passion surging around in her body and wanted to fight it. But the sheer shame of what she suffered was turning her on, not just the fucking itself. She was being used, totally used for their pleasure-and that sent shivering arrows of submissive lust through the chestnut-haired nurse. She heaved her large tits up at Zenda's ass as the dominatrix straddled her, sucking at the woman's wet cunt as well as she could. Her ass throbbed harder over the cock churning away in it, and she gave herself up to her shameful lusts.
"Hey, guys, how about some action over here?" Desiree called out as she held onto Sandra's legs and pushed her cunt on the brunette's face. "This one needs some extra, too."
Sandra had been slowly boiling at the humiliation she was forced to suffer, and that pushed her over the top. Even knowing that she would be whipped couldn't stop her from jerking her legs straight, slamming them out of Desiree's grip and then twisting out from under the hateful blonde.
Desiree screamed in rage, turning and tearing at Sandra, but she wasn't in Zenda's class and Sandra was out of her mind with fury. Despite the collar, Sandra gripped Desiree's hair and turned her onto her back, pinning her down, tearing at her baby-doll nightie, ripping it away in strips, biting at the little blonde's flesh.
"Get her off me!" Desiree screeched, twisting desperately, trying to get away from the insanely strong Sandra. She screamed as Sandra held her hair and forced her down to the bed with one hand, hitting and slapping at her with the other.
Instead of pulling Sandra away, Greg loosened the chain holding her collar. With a scream of triumph, the brunette lunged up and gripped Desiree with her thighs, straddling her as the blonde had done to her.
"Bitch, I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed, throwing the chain that had held her to the bed aside and slapping Desiree across the face, her hand slamming back and forth in her fury.
"Get her off me! Help!" Desiree screamed, trying to protect her face.
"Your problem," Greg said, leaning back on the wall, watching with an amused expression.
"Get her off me!" Desiree wailed, almost begging this time. She twisted and turned, but Sandra was too strong for her.
"Bitch!" Sandra gasped.
She reached for Desiree's tits with her free hand. She slapped the twin tit-globes about, getting a screech from Desiree. Then she gripped Desiree's nipples, pulling, tearing at them in her fury.
"What do you want?" Greg whispered in Sandra's ear.
Sandra shuddered and pulled at Desiree's nipple. "I wanna get out of here!" she screamed, turning to Greg, her face twisted with terrible desires.
"You can't get out of here," he chuckled. "Too many people wanna fuck you."
"Aaaagghhh!" Sandra screamed in terrible fury. "You bitch!"
She was gripping the blonde's hair, pulling her head right down into the bed. Sandra found to her own amazement that she was working her pussy up over Desiree's tits, heading for her face. She was confused, almost out of her mind.
"You pay, bitch!" she snarled as she slammed her cunt over Desiree's mouth. "Suck it, cunt! Feel what it's like!" She gasped and gripped Desiree's hair, pulling the blonde's mouth hard onto her cunt.
"Oh, she knows how to suck cunt," Greg said, leaning in and running his hand over Sandra's heaving tits. "That's fine, you can have her. But you have to get us off, too."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snarled, and she pushed his hands off her tits.
"Mistake, bitch," he said levelly. "You don't say no to anybody you can't beat. So you don't say no to me."
"Shut up!" Sandra snapped as she gripped Desiree's hair and rammed her cunt harder down on the blonde's mouth. The chain holding her to the bed rattled, but she didn't notice it.
"Don't fuck this up," Greg warned. "You're doing great, you stuck-up, shit-faced whore, but don't fuck it up. Now, you suck my cock, bitch."
He threw his robe aside and got up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread around Desiree's head and over Sandra's thighs, his cock sticking up, an enormous pole of rigid cock-meat.
Sandra looked around and there was Chuck, holding the cane, waiting for her to lean forward and suck Greg's cock. The brunette nurse shivered and gasped as a surge of depraved lust washed over her at the sight of the thin wooden rod. Keeping her grip on Desiree's hair with one hand, she leaned forward, her mouth coming down until her soft lips brushed over Greg's cock-head. She held his cock-shaft, her body trembling as the cane slid over her crimson ass-cheeks.
"You have to be punished, don't you?" Greg said, his big cock throbbing at Sandra's lips.
"Fuck off, you bastard!" Sandra snarled, but she worked her lips over his massive round cock-knob.
"Give her a good thrashing," Greg urged, leaning back against the headboard, his cock sinking deeper into Sandra's sucking mouth.
Sandra tensed, her grip on Desiree's hair even tighter, her cunt running hot juices all over the blonde's face. Desiree was struggling as hard as she could, gripping Sandra's ass, scratching, trying to lift the strong brunette off her face. But the pain hardly registered with Sandra. All her ass knew was the cane, running slowly over it.
"Get your hands away, or get 'em whipped, you stupid bitch!" Chuck growled at Desiree.
With a sob, Desiree conceded defeat, at least for the moment. She took her hands away from Sandra's ass and lay there, sucking at Sandra's cunt, suffering the pain in her hair as the brunette twisted her fingers deeper into it.
The cane lashed into Sandra's bare ass, beating a thin line across the painfully whipped flesh. Sandra jerked and screamed around Greg's cock with the pain, but the surge of perverse lust that rushed over her took her breath away. It soared through her body, making her pussy run hot juices as it shuddered on Desiree's mouth. Her ass shook and thrust up for the next blow, and her lips sank to the hairy base of Greg's prick. She sobbed and trembled, seeing for the first time the terrible truth about who she really might be.
"No, nooo, nooooo!" she moaned around Greg's cock as the cane lashed her ass again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hazel tossed on the bed as Roland's cock fucked deep in her ass and Zenda held her tightly to her hot pussy. The scraping of Roland's cock-head on Hazel's ass-walls was driving soft waves of passion through her that wouldn't stop. She sobbed and moaned, but the degradation of what she was forced to do excited her more than she would admit. Her soft tits pressed into Zenda's ass and thighs as the dreadful woman rode her with no sympathy at all.
"Suck my pussy, bitch!" Zenda demanded, her body rocking to the demands of her rising orgasm. "Do it right or suffer, you stuck-up cunt. I knew I'd get you and your fucking asshole friend!" She laughed and lurched on Hazel's face.
Hazel gasped as the wet cunt-flesh moved over her mouth, hating every moment of it, but suffering the rising pulse of her own lust despite everything. She struggled in the tight collar, gasping for breath against its leather grip and the frantic rubbing of Zenda's pussy on her mouth.
Roland leaned forward, leaning on Hazel's ass, shoving his cock into her shit-pit to the hilt, laughing as he reamed her ass out. He slid his hands around and took hold of Zenda's tits, stroking them, reaching for her nipples.
Instantly Zenda pushed him away and turned, slapping his face. "Don't try that, fucker!" she snarled. "We both get what we want-they just don't mix. Got that?"
Roland laughed, not at all abashed, his cock still hard and throbbing in the depths of Hazel's ass. "Fuckin' hell, Zenda," he said. "Don't you ever want a cock?"
"If I want a cock, I'll have one," Zenda said as she turned back, ramming her cunt hard across Hazel's mouth. "Now suck me even better, bitch! Use your hands. Come on, whore!
If I have to tell you how, you'll be whipped."
Hazel trembled, terrified at the thought of more pain. She slid her hands up, over Zenda's thighs, caressing the smooth flesh, reaching for the throbbing slit of Zenda's pussy.
"Now you're thinking," Zenda said as Hazel's fingers reached her soft outer pussy-lips and eased them back. "Yeaaahh, suck me like you mean it, you little asshole, yeaaahhh!"
Hazel shivered and moaned, trying to do her best to satisfy her demanding mistress. She pulled Zenda's cuntal lips wide apart and licked over her inner cunt-folds, caressing her clit, sliding her tongue into the tight little fuck-hole. She was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Zenda, which helped.
"Come on, tongue-fuck me!" Zenda demanded. "Get it right up there!" She gripped Hazel's hair and laughed as she rode the helpless nurse.
Hazel worked her tongue into the hot cunt-hole, tasting the flowing pussy-juices, licking around the cunt-walls as deep as she could get. Her lips were pulled back and Zenda rode her teeth with every sign of enjoyment, forcing her clit down harder.
"Urrrrghhh, yesss!" Zenda hissed, her clit rasping on Hazel's teeth, her thighs jerking with increased urgency. "Come on, harder, harder, bitch!"
Hazel tried to obey, sucking as hard as she could while she crammed her tongue up into Zenda's fuck-hole, scraping it over the trembling surface. Zenda's clit was scraping on her teeth, and Hazel was sure she was chewing a hole in Zenda's flesh. But the humiliation and the rasping cock in her ass were combining to send her up and up until she was soaring in the grip of terrible, churning fuck-lust. She trembled, hating the thought of giving herself away by coming, but not sure she could stop herself.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Zenda suddenly yelled, and her pussy spasmed. "Finger-fuck my ass, bitch, come on!"
Hazel screamed in horror at that thought, but her voice was muffled and she had no thought of refusing. Then, once again, a surge of passion shot up over her and sent her trembling right to the edge of orgasm. Her shaking finger ran into Zenda's hot ass-crack, running to the crinkled ring of her asshole. She pushed, but the ass-ring was tight and resisting.
"Lick your finger, get it wet, you stupid bitch!" Zenda yelled, her cunt trembling on Hazel's face. "Stick it up my pussy, anything, but get it wet!" She moaned, gripping Hazel's hair so hard the helpless little nurse moaned with pain.
Hazel ran her finger around, pushing it over Zenda's spasming cuntal flesh, licking it as she worked it to the sopping wet entrance of Zenda's fuck-hole.
"Mmmmnnn!" Zenda growled. "Go on, finger-fuck me, just for starters."
Hazel slid her finger into Zenda's cunt, working it over the trembling cunt-walls, breathing deeply as her mouth and nose were clear of the suffocating pussy-flesh. Zenda moaned, her lust on a slow boil, her legs trembling as she rode Hazel mercilessly.
"Okay, now put it up my ass," Zenda demanded, rocking her cunt on Hazel's finger, her eyes closed.
Hazel trembled as she ran her finger back into the woman's deep ass-crack. This time it slid in easily, getting a deep gasp from Zenda.
The inside of Zenda's asshole was hot, surprisingly moist and it sucked at Hazel's finger. It felt disgusting, as if her finger would be contaminated. Hazel shuddered in horror, but the same horror increased her passion, sending her spasming and soaring again, hovering on the brink of an exploding orgasm. She felt Zenda's ass-walls sucking at her finger, so she rubbed it over them and made Zenda gurgle with pleasure.
"Now you suck me right, bitch! Get another finger up there and you'll do all right!" She tossed and moaned, her ass pumping at Hazel's finger as she rocked her pussy on the captive nurse's face.
Hazel worked a second finger at Zenda's asshole, slipping it in easily since Zenda's shitter was now throbbing and sucking, relaxing and tightening. She scraped her fingers over the shuddering ass-walls, making Zenda gasp and moan with pleasure as she approached her climax.
But Zenda wasn't the only one about to come. Roland's cock was swelling and throbbing in Hazel's ass as he fucked it in and out with increasing speed. He gripped her legs, pressing them down, leaning on her thighs, his ass heaving and jerking as he pumped his cock in the captive nurse's ass-guts.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuck!" he yelled. "This is the best, the absolute best! I'm gonna come!"
His cock went out of control as the jizz burst from his balls and surged down his cock-tube. He groaned and gave a great bellow of lust as the cum shot out of his piss-slit, flooding Hazel's ass-guts.
The result on Hazel was electric. She jerked as the eruption of lust finally burst right open in her. She sucked harder at Zenda's pussy, driving her fingers to the limit into the woman's ass, scissoring them, rubbing them up and down as she came. Her ass shuddered and sucked at the cock pumping all the hot cum out.
Zenda reared up, gasping and moaning as her shitter walls spasmed on Hazel's fingers and her pussy jerked on the captive nurse's face. "Yeah, yeah, yeaaaaahhh!" she screamed, thrashing around, her whole body contorting to the demands of her lust. "Do it, whore, do it!"
Hazel's mind was coming unhinged. She had never known the terrible power of desire like this. Her fingers thrust deep into Zenda's shit-pit, and the sucking hole heaved back at her, sliding deeper, covering her knuckles, sliding down, over her hand.
But Hazel was well beyond caring. She heaved back as cock-cream filled her ass and her hand sank into Zenda's ass, well beyond her wrist. She pumped at the sucking hole, smelling the rank odor that came out. It disgusted her, but still sent her orgasm higher. She gasped and sucked at Zenda's cunt, ramming her hand into Zenda's ass until the dark-haired tormentor was screaming with climax.
Zenda jerked up and down, her pussy well off Hazel's mouth at the top of her heave. Then she rammed down, sliding her ass over Hazel's hand and wrist, sinking down until her cunt was on Hazel's mouth again. She rode there for a while, her cunt and ass spasming with the release. She screamed and demanded more from Hazel, her whole body shuddering, her dark hair flicking loose from the tight knot at the top of her head.
"Yaaahhhhh, boy!" Roland yelled as his cock pumped out streams of cum into Hazel's ass.
His cock-head scraped over her sucking ass-walls, the power of his orgasm shaking him from head to toe. He gasped, leaning on Hazel as the final gobs of spunk gushed out of his cock, deep in Hazel's shivering ass. He held himself there as the gushes became a dribble and the dribble an ooze, still grinding his cock away in her cummy ass-guts.
Zenda yelled and peaked, jerking her ass almost to Hazel's elbow before she screamed and went rigid with the last pulses of her come.
She dropped across Hazel, sliding her cunt down Hazel's body, dragging her ass off her hand.
Hazel was still shuddering, her orgasm rolling over her in hot, disgusting waves of lust. She looked down at her hand. She couldn't actually see any shit on it, but it was shiny with ass-juices and smelled vile. For a moment she gagged, but the smell churned her guts and gave her a sudden pulsation of passion. She stared at her hand, unwilling to believe what she was feeling.
Roland pulled his cock out of Hazel's ass. That made the helpless nurse jerk as her ass-walls collapsed. She moaned, gasping with the perverse desires that rolled over her.
"Come here, Roland," Zenda said, leering down at Hazel. "I know what this bitch needs."
"Yeah?" he asked, coming to the head of the bed, his cock still pulsing, covered with glistening cum.
"Lick that clean," Zenda said to Hazel, "like this."
To Hazel's horror, the terrible woman whose thighs still straddled her reached out and pulled Roland's cock to her own mouth. Grinning nastily at Hazel, she flicked out her tongue and licked off a gob of milky cum that clung to the slimy cock-head. "Now do it!" she snapped.
Hazel almost vomited, but the dark depraved lust caught up with her almost instantly. With a groan of submission, she took hold of the cummy cock and licked at it, running her tongue over the still-hard shaft. The gobs of jism came off and ran into her mouth. She tasted the earthy juices and swallowed them, her eyes down, knowing that Zenda was grinning in triumph over her.
With a sneer of disgust, Zenda took hold of Hazel's other hand, the one that had been crammed up her ass, and licked at the fingers, biting sharply as she went, making Hazel jerk a little with each bite. "Join me when you finish."
Hazel shivered as her degradation deepened. But her guts were churning harder the farther she sank, and she licked faster to clean Roland's cock, her tongue swirling down the length of the cock-shaft until it was shiny with her shit. Then, with a moan, she let his cock go and pulled her hand down to her mouth, bringing Zenda with it. Hazel averted her eyes from the hard stare of her mistress, but she licked at her fingers, tasting Zenda's ass-slime on them, too.
Zenda laughed nastily and moved her mouth over Hazel's face until their lips met. Hazel shook and moaned, helpless in the grip of the humiliation she suffered.
But it was pain that drove Sandra over the top. As the cane whipped into her ass for the second time, she screamed and climaxed, her pussy sliding all over Desiree's face, her mouth sinking to the base of Greg's cock, sucking at the long hard fucker for all she was worth. Her throat spasmed as she came, sucking at Greg's cock even harder, her lips closed tightly around the hairy base of his prick.
"Chuck, she goes crazy!" Greg yelled, his prick surging around in Sandra's throat. "Come on, whip the bitch!"
Chuck didn't need any more encouragement. He lashed the cane into Sandra's already-red flesh, making the nurse tremble and spasm, her scream muffled by Greg's prick. The healing scars on Sandra's ass were beginning to open up again, but Chuck didn't stop the blows, lashing the thin cane into her sore ass-flesh once more.
Sandra climaxed, her pulses of lust bursting out fresh with each lash of the cane. Her pussy trembled and throbbed on Desiree's mouth as she forced the little blonde to suck her. The chain rattled and the collar was making her sweat, but nothing really mattered to the brunette nurse but the power of her climaxes. Her mouth pumped up and down on Greg's prick, her pussy spasmed and her ass jerked back as the cane lashed in, taking the full force of the blow.
She gasped, her moans becoming guttural and demanding as she pumped and came, her ass heaving, her mouth slamming down the entire length of Greg's cock with each heave of her climaxing body. Her throat was spasming to the pulse of her releases, and that was sending Greg into shudders of lust as the jism in his balls boiled.
"Jeezusss!" he gasped. "Fuck my ass with a corn cob, this is somethin' else! Some fuckin' thing else!"
He gripped Sandra's hair, forcing the brunette harder onto his cock, though he needn't have bothered. Sandra was so far gone in her own lust that she was giving him the blow-job of his life.
Sandra's lips worked over the throbbing, she sank, and she licked faster to clean Roland's cock, her tongue swirling down the length of the cock-shaft until it was shiny with her shit. Then, with a moan, she let his cock go and pulled her hand down to her mouth, bringing Zenda with it. Hazel averted her eyes from the hard stare of her mistress, but she licked at her fingers, tasting Zenda's ass-slime on them, too.
Zenda laughed nastily and moved her mouth over Hazel's face until their lips met. Hazel shook and moaned, helpless in the grip of the humiliation she suffered.
But it was pain that drove Sandra over the top. As the cane whipped into her ass for the second time, she screamed and climaxed, her pussy sliding all over Desiree's face, her mouth sinking to the base of Greg's cock, sucking at the long hard fucker for all she was worth. Her throat spasmed as she came, sucking at Greg's cock even harder, her lips closed tightly around the hairy base of his prick.
"Chuck, she goes crazy!" Greg yelled, his prick surging around in Sandra's throat. "Come on, whip the bitch!"
Chuck didn't need any more encouragement. He lashed the cane into Sandra's already-red flesh, making the nurse tremble and spasm, her scream muffled by Greg's prick. The healing scars on Sandra's ass were beginning to open up again, but Chuck didn't stop the blows, lashing the thin cane into her sore ass-flesh once more.
Sandra climaxed, her pulses of lust bursting out fresh with each lash of the cane. Her pussy trembled and throbbed on Desiree's mouth as she forced the little blonde to suck her. The chain rattled and the collar was making her sweat, but nothing really mattered to the brunette nurse but the power of her climaxes. Her mouth pumped up and down on Greg's prick, her pussy spasmed and her ass jerked back as the cane lashed in, taking the full force of the blow.
She gasped, her moans becoming guttural and demanding as she pumped and came, her ass heaving, her mouth slamming down the entire length of Greg's cock with each heave of her climaxing body. Her throat was spasming to the pulse of her releases, and that was sending Greg into shudders of lust as the jism in his balls boiled.
"Jeezusss!" he gasped. "Fuck my ass with a corn cob, this is somethin' else! Some fuckin' thing else!"
He gripped Sandra's hair, forcing the brunette harder onto his cock, though he needn't have bothered. Sandra was so far gone in her own lust that she was giving him the blow-job of his life.
Sandra's lips worked over the throbbing, heaving cock-shaft, sinking it into her throat as the cum bubbled out of Greg's balls. The cane lashed her and she climaxed again, her pussy ramming down over Desiree's mouth.
As the first jet of fuck-juice burst into Sandra's throat, Desiree screamed into the brunette's pussy and bit her clit, chewing as hard as she could.
If she thought that would stop Sandra, Desiree was very much mistaken. All it did was send the screaming nurse into even higher climaxes of lust. She sucked at Greg's cock as she gripped his shooting cock-shaft and moved her mouth up it, holding her lips at his cock-head, taking the bubbling cum into her sucking mouth. She screamed and thrust her ass back for the cane, sucking more cum out of Greg's cock as the white slime bubbled out over her lips. Her pussy throbbed over Desiree's teeth as Sandra dragged her cut out of Desiree's bite by force, sending eruptions of agony all over herself.
Desiree lunged upward, grabbing Sandra's pussy in her teeth again, biting, chewing as the brunette nurse continued to come and spasm.
"I'll kill you all!" Sandra screamed as she orgasmed.
Her lips pushed down the length of Greg's cock-shaft, sucking up the cum that still shot out of his piss-slit. She moaned, ramming her cunt onto Desiree's mouth, choking off the blonde's air until Desiree was screaming and pushing, her body rocking on the bed, her legs thrashing so high they blocked the sweep of the cane.
"Get out of the fucking way, you stupid bitch!" Chuck yelled, lashing Desiree's thighs with the thin rod.
Desiree screamed and gasped, jerking to try and get free, her legs kicking, her arms waving and pounding at Sandra.
Sandra moaned, cum foaming in her mouth as she ran her tongue over Greg's still-streaming cock. Her groans got deeper, her ass heaving back for the blow that didn't come, her pussy trembling, aching under the attack of Desiree's teeth. But that alone wasn't enough. She needed the harder agony in her ass. She broke into sobs, sucking at Greg's cock, running her lips over the hard cock-head as she took up the final shots of his cum.
"Get the fuck out of the way!" Chuck yelled, beating Desiree's legs with the cane, but without success.
Desire was suffocating under Sandra's pussy, and for a while it got worse as the brunette tried to force her cunt down harder to compensate for the lack of the cane on her ass. But Sandra gave up, lifting her cunt as the throbbing surge of her come faded, leaving Desiree sniveling and sobbing.
"You cunt!" Desiree screamed, gasping for breath as she pushed herself free of Sandra, who was still cleaning up Greg's cock.
Desiree pulled upright and made the mistake of hitting Sandra, then gripping her tits and twisting as hard as she could.
In an instant Sandra had her arm out, grabbed a handful of Desiree's hair and pulled the little blonde's gasping face right close to hers.
"I'll kill you, bitch!" she snarled. "You don't fuckin' believe me, do you?"
"You did nearly kill me, you fucking cunt-faced whore!" Desiree gasped, her hatred hotter but much less powerful than Sandra's.
"Hey, girls, knock it off," Greg said, taking both of them by the hair. "Now, kiss and make up, or else."
"I'll kill the bitch first!" Sandra spat.
Greg grinned and pulled them fully apart, tossing Desiree away and onto the floor.
"Go make breakfast, you stupid little bitch," he said. "We want some ham and eggs. And take your time. These two can serve it, but we have to clean them up first. We're doctors." He turned to Sandra. "Can't stand anything dirty." He roared with laughter as he unlocked the chain that held Sandra and pulled her with him. "Come on, Zenda."
Zenda smiled and let Hazel's sobbing mouth go. The young nurse dropped back down on the bed, shaking with emotions she'd never known before.
"Coming!" Zenda called, pulling her robe back around her luscious body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Hazel and Sandra emerged from the bedroom about twenty minutes later, Hazel was shivering a little with suppressed desire and Sandra was plainly furious. The reason for the different reactions was the same. Zenda had made them wear fantasy nurse uniforms that made the ones they used to wear seem respectable.
Now, on top of the white five-inch heels and mesh stockings, the hems of the little dress uniforms just reached the tops of their stockings and the lacy suspender straps showed with every movement they made. The uniforms were dresses, buttoned down the front, tight at the waist, cut very low, showing the lacy tops of their white bras and slips. Their hair had been set in flattering styles, and they wore little white hats.
Hazel knew that the outfit was sure to arouse the lust of their captors, and that thought sent the shivering submissive arousal through her. Her lovely tits heaved as she walked and her long shapely legs were a little unsteady in the high heels.
Hazel was furious, thinking that one giggle out of Desiree and she would kill the little bitch.
Zenda led them into the main room to a chorus of cheers from the doctors and pushed them to the far side of the sunken area, beyond the terrible rail, close to the kitchen and the large wooden table. Desiree poked her head out of the kitchen, but didn't comment. Hazel looked around at the massive wood-lined room with the pillars and shivered.
"Serve them all," Zenda said.
The woman sat at the table with the men, grinning at them, still in her robe. Her big tits were showing, and all the young men noticed, their eyes on her tits with a certain strange desire. But Zenda ignored them.
Hazel and Sandra were waved to the kitchen where Desiree, who looked as sulky as Sandra, pushed two plates at them.
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Sandra exploded at once, pushing the plate off the table. It clashed to the floor and broke.
"You bitch! She broke the plate! Guys, she. . . aaahhh!"
Desiree reeled back as Sandra attacked her, slapping and hitting with everything she had.
Instantly Roland was on his feet, rushing to the kitchen, where Hazel was already picking up the plate and clearing the ham and eggs.
"Break it up!" he snapped.
But the two girls ignored him. Sandra had a grip on Desiree's blouse and was tearing it off, ripping it down the front, showing the lacy cups of the blonde's bra.
"Last warning-break it up!" Roland yelled.
Desiree screamed and tore at Sandra's uniform dress, but Sandra slapped her across the face, driving her to the wall.
Roland grabbed Sandra, twisted her away. Malcolm gripped Desiree by the arm as she screamed at Sandra.
"That's six strokes each. Over the table, now," Roland ordered.
Desiree opened her mouth but shut it again.
"Walk to the table, bend over and take it, and it's six," Roland went on. "Any more shit, and it's twelve. And, if I have to tie you up, it's two blow-jobs with the rod. Work it out."
Desiree broke into sobs. "Please, Roland, please, you know I can't take ..."
"Now, or else."
"So you can't take it, huh, you little wimp shit," Sandra spat at Desiree. "Fuck it! I'll take hers as well, as long as you let me at her after."
She turned silverware to the side and spread her legs. Then she bent at the waist slowly, sliding the hem of her uniform up over her ass as she went down, revealing the white of her thighs, the lacy suspender straps and then the crimson, bruised cheeks of her ass. Even through the tiny stretched white panties, the men could see the red lines where her skin had broken under the assault of the rod.
"Anytime, boys," she said, rocking gently, her ass swaying, her legs straight and deliriously stretched.
"Don't let her at me, please! She's crazy!" Desiree begged Roland, turning and sliding her hand into his robe and stroking his cock. "I'll do anything you want, anything!"
"Bend over," Roland said, "or she gets the twelve and gets you afterwards."
"Oh, no, Roland! You wouldn't, you . . ."
"Now," Roland said levelly.
Desiree moaned and burst into tears, but she went slowly to the table. The men made her lean over it on the opposite side from Sandra so that the two could see each other. Sandra stared at Desiree's face without blinking, but Desiree kept her eyes lowered as she bent down, spreading her legs for her punishment. She let her skirt stay where it was, the hem near the tops of her thighs, but still protecting her ass.
"I'll get you, bitch!" she hissed, very low.
"You can't take it, wimpy cunt!" Sandra snarled back. "I'm gonna get you, because I don't care what they do to me. I can take it."
She stared, but Desiree kept her eyes down.
Hazel had finished cleaning up the mess and now she waited nervously in the kitchen, wondering what her punishment would be.
Roland called her over. "Now you gotta suck two cocks off while we whip these two," he said. "If you don't do it in the six, then you'll keep going until you do. And whichever of these two bitches gets the extra strokes, she can give the same to you afterwards."
Hazel nodded and trembled.
"Which two guys do you want to suck?" Roland asked.
It had to be a trap of some kind, Hazel was sure. She looked around at the men. Roland and Greg had already come in the bedroom, so they would be difficult to bring off. At least one other doctor had shot his cum-load that morning. Hazel remembered the cum oozing from Desiree's cunt. So it would be pure guesswork. She glanced round and decided that Kevin looked particularly horny and anxious.
"Kevin," she said.
"And?"
"Malcolm." He'd watched all the fucking in the bedroom without coming, so he might be ready to shoot.
"Okay, guys, pick your weapons," Roland said.
Kevin and Malcolm got up and went over to the closet. Kevin came back with the single-tailed whip. Malcolm had the cat.
"I'm taking her," Malcolm said, pointing at Sandra.
Kevin just smiled and walked over to Desiree, running his hands over her thighs, easing her skirt up over her ass.
"You wanna go first?" Malcolm asked.
"No, I like watching," Kevin said.
"Okay," Malcolm agreed.
Hazel went over to Malcolm immediately. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands into his robe, holding his cock, sliding her fingers over it at once. She eased the sides of her uniform away, revealing more of her cleavage for him. He glanced down and his cock throbbed harder in her fingers, so she knew she'd made the right move. She lowered her head and slid her lips over his cock-head, sucking at it with a passion born both of her terror of the whip and the desperate, slave passion that was running wild in her.
Malcolm took the cat and swung it, but not at Sandra's ass. The knotted tails swept down, brushing the floor before they beat upwards, right on the brunette's pussy and upper thighs.
Sandra gave a gasp, her ass jerking, her thighs spreading wider as the knots left points of deep red among the crimson lines on her thighs.
"One," Malcolm said. He swung the cat again, beating the tails into Sandra's pussy. "Two."
Sandra gave a moan of such perverse desire that Hazel almost choked. From the corners of her eyes, she glanced at her friend as the brunette rocked against the table, her upper thighs a burning red, her ass beating back as the lust surged through her.
"Three!"
"Urrrrhhhh!" Sandra growled, her ass and pussy vibrating with her lust as the agony surged through her body.
Even through the little white panties, they could all see the deep red of the whip marks. In a display of terrible, wanton lust, she spread her thighs even wider, pushing her pussy out for more of the cat. Her long, slim legs trembled in the white stockings, the curves tightened to perfection by the high heels.
Hazel ran her mouth down Malcolm's fucker, taking his cock-head into her throat, sucking at it as hard as she could, letting her throat muscles work his throbbing prick. She knew they all wanted that, and it was easy for her now. But she also knew that Malcolm wasn't going to come in the six strokes of the whip. Moaning with horror, she sank her throat deeper, taking more than the three quarters of the cock-shaft through her lips, sucking at it, caressing his balls with her fingers. The cock throbbed and swelled, but still she knew that Malcolm wasn't going to shoot in time. "Four!"
"Aaahahhh, you fucker!" Sandra gurgled, her pussy and thighs almost vibrating, they were moving so fast to the demands of her terrible passion.
"Admit it, whore! You love the whip!" Malcolm yelled. "Five!"
"Urrrghhh! Love it? Fuck off, you shit-faced prick!" Sandra screamed. "I'm gonna visit you in jail fucker! But I can take it, I can take anything you hand out, fucker! Dick-faced fucker . . . aaahhhh!"
"Six! And your friend still hasn't sucked me off."
"Go on, cunt-face! Show me what you can do!" Sandra taunted. She turned her head, spreading her ass out for him. "Come on, you disgusting, ass-brained jerk! Hazel, stop sucking him. He'll fuckin' shoot if he whips me more than a couple more times. Wouldn't want him to show up as the shit-eating jerk he is!" She laughed and lay back on the table, pulling her uniform up, her thighs spread, waiting, her little cunt throbbing through the material of her panties. The crotch of her briefs was already wet.
"You stuck-up cunt!" Malcolm bellowed, lashing the cat upward, into Sandra's spread pussy. "I'll show you! I'll make you crawl, you little whore!"
Hazel heard Zenda laugh, but that wasn't the cock-sucking nurse's main concern. She sank her mouth to the hairy base of Malcolm's cock, working it in her clenching throat for all she was worth. She slid one hand around to Malcolm's ass, holding him close, making sure his cock stayed deep in her throat.
"You bitch, you ass-lickin' bitch!" Malcolm yelled, lashing Sandra's cunt with the cat.
The knotted tails were sweeping down and up in a circle, lashing through Sandra's spread cunt-gash at each stroke. He had lost control of his rage, but he had also lost control of his cock. It throbbed and pulsed in Hazel's throat as the cum boiled out of his balls and surged up his prick-shaft.
"Aaahhh, you bitch!" he bellowed.
"See? See, he's coming!" Sandra screamed, her ass jerking as she began to climax. "Keep going, fuck-face! I wanna finish coming! Don't leave me hanging, you shit-brained jerk!"
She came hard, gasping and moaning, her ass trembling.
"Yaaaaaaaahhh!" Malcolm bellowed, lashing the cat through Sandra's cunt, his arm circling as the cum gushed out of his cock into Hazel's throat.
Hazel moaned and sucked as her throat filled with hot cock-cream. She leaned back a little, holding his cock-shaft, letting her mouth bring the spunk out of his cock. His cum gushed and rolled over her tongue and the hot salty taste sent shivers of passion through her. She trembled, wanting to rub her pussy while she swirled the cum around in her mouth. Another hot pulse of cum poured over her tongue as Malcolm yelled and whipped Sandra with all his strength.
Sandra screamed with fuck-lust, her pulses of climax bursting in her like hot rushes of molten lava. She tossed and heaved, thrusting her pussy out for the whip, heaving her ass up, spreading her thighs as far as they would go.
"Yeahhhh! Better, fucker, better!" she screamed.
Malcolm gave a great yell as the last gobs of his cum-load gushed into Hazel's mouth. He swung the cat as hard as he could, four strokes, beating through Sandra's cunt furiously. The brunette nurse gave a screech of climax and dropped to the tabletop as the whip stopped. She looked up at Desiree, but the little blonde had her head down, her tears wetting the tabletop.
Hazel gasped, sucking the last drops of cum as they oozed from Malcolm's piss-slit. She was trembling helplessly, knowing that it was her turn for a beating. But her pussy was wet, even in her terror.
"How many was that? I lost count," Roland said.
"Fuck if I know," Malcolm gasped, running his slowly collapsing cock in and out of Hazel's cummy lips.
"So, how many does she get?" Roland wanted to know. "It must be at least twenty."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snapped as she rose from the table. Brazenly, she walked over to where Hazel knelt, her mouth still around Malcolm's cock. "Had enough of her?"
"Yeah, good blow-job," Malcolm said, watching the arrogant brunette cautiously.
"Get up, darling," Sandra said softly.
Hazel didn't know what to do, but she got up, her lovely tits thrusting out of the top of her fantasy uniform. Her eyes were down as Sandra lifted her chin and kissed her right on her cum-slimed mouth. Hazel stiffened, then moaned as Sandra slid a hand around her neck and pulled her close, moving her other hand over her lovely tits.
"Oh, fuck, I've wanted to do this for so long," Sandra moaned. "Just didn't know it." She flicked her tongue through Hazel's slowly opening lips, kissing her with rising passion.
Hazel moaned as her insides went buttery and her pussy drooled warm juices. She clung tighter to Sandra, her arms around her neck, kissing her wildly, her tongue flicking out. Her tits throbbed with the pleasure of Sandra's fingers as they caressed her tit-flesh, twisting her nipples hard enough to make the young nurse moan with surging lust.
"Just stay right where you are," Sandra whispered as she worked her other hand down, under the hem of Hazel's uniform and right to her wet pussy, caressing the sensitive cunt-flesh through her panties.
The effect was startling. Hazel gasped and gave a moan of orgasm as she came, her cunt throbbing on Sandra's fingers, her tits pressing into Sandra's other hand as the brunette brought her off, right in front of the watchers.
Zenda sat with an arrogant grin on her face. Desiree clutched the table and wept. The men stared with open lust.
"Ohhhhh!" Hazel sighed as the rippling orgasms faded to a low purr of pleasure from her pussy. Her mouth came off Sandra's and she clung to her friend's neck, moaning gently.
"Now for that bitch," Sandra said with a wicked grin.
Hazel let go of her and Sandra turned. Without waiting longer, she led Hazel around the table to where Kevin waited, the whip in one hand, his other hand playing over Desiree's ass as she moaned and wept on the table.
Hazel sank to her knees at once and eased Kevin's cock out, sliding her mouth over it, caressing and licking. She knew Desiree wouldn't let her free if she didn't get Kevin to shoot off inside the six strokes, and the thought of the whip drove her to suck even harder at his stiff cock.
Sandra slid Desiree's dress up farther, working her hands over Desiree's ass. "Just making sure," she said.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Desiree screamed, turning to get at Sandra until the brunette slammed her back down to the tabletop.
"You gotta take six, whore," Sandra spat, pulling at Desiree's blouse, ripping it more.
Desiree started to turn again.
"You get off that table, you'll be in trouble," Roland warned.
Desiree flailed her hands back at Sandra. "But she's . . ."
"Tough shit!" Roland snapped.
Desiree collapsed back to the table, sobbing as Sandra pushed her skirt back up out of the way again, revealing the un-whipped, creamy white of Desiree's cute ass in the little panties.
"Not bad," Sandra said, sliding her finger in the ass-crack, pushing Desiree's panties deeper. "Six, bitch."
"I'll get you," Desiree sobbed, her legs trembling.
All this time, Hazel had been sucking at Kevin's cock and it was already swelling in her mouth. She glanced thankfully at Sandra, but her friend was leaning on the table, taunting Desiree as Kevin lined the whip up.
"You'll scream with the first one, wimp," Sandra snarled as the whip curled in the air and the single tail bit into Desiree's firm ass-cheeks.
Desiree leaped, jerking, her fingers scratching at the tabletop in her agony. She moaned, her body twisting, her legs trembling. But she managed not to scream. She gasped and sank back to the tabletop, the red line all across her ass.
"Not bad," Sandra commented. "Managed to hold it in?"
"Stop her! Stop the bitch!" Desiree sobbed, tears running down her cheek as she waited for the next blow.
"One," Kevin said as he curled the whip through the air for the next blow.
Hazel sucked at his cock, her knees spread on the floor, her pussy itching and throbbing to be rubbed again. Her head was spinning, but she felt more in control, and she wasn't sure why. Her fingers played with his throbbing cock-shaft while she slid his big round cock- knob into her throat, working it with increased ease and confidence.
"Two!" Kevin yelled, his cock fucking faster at Hazel's mouth.
Desiree screamed as the whip cut her ass and the agony erupted through her. She gasped and wailed, her body lurching. Her ass was turning red as the lines of pain spread over her white flesh.
Hazel felt Kevin's cock-head spasm in her throat, and suddenly she understood why she was so confident now. She could bring Kevin off anytime she wanted. She gasped, knowing that she could suck and fuck her way out of any trouble now. But she didn't want Kevin to shoot just yet. She wanted to keep him on the boil. With a moan, she slid her mouth back, holding her lips at his cock-head swirling her tongue around the hard prick-flesh while her fingers caressed and slowed him down, making him move to her tempo.
"Three!" Kevin gasped, lashing the whip into Desiree's heaving ass.
Desiree screamed and wept, her red ass throbbing.
"Casually, Sandra pushed the little skirt back out of the way of the whip.
"Having a good time?" she asked, smiling nastily, her other hand under the hem of Desiree's uniform, rubbing her cunt with undisguised lust.
"You cunt! I'll get you! I'll . . . aaagghhhh!" Desiree screeched, jerking and jumping, her legs shaking and kicking.
"Four!" Kevin yelled, the whip curling above his head, ready to strike.
As the whip curled in for the fifth stroke, Hazel sank her mouth back down Kevin's cock, taking it right into her throat in one go. Kevin yelled as the whip struck, the cum gushing out of his prick.
"Five!" he yelled over Desiree's scream of agony.
The cum gushed into Hazel's throat. She kept it there, making the creamy slime back up over Kevin's cock-head as the spurts shot from his piss-slit.
"Six!" he yelled, spunk gushing from his cock, backing up into Hazel's mouth.
The whip lashed Desiree's trembling ass. The little blonde screamed and collapsed, sobbing on the table. Sandra laughed and walked away. Kevin stared down at Hazel as she held his cock to her lips, her fingers rolling the cum out of his piss-slit in streams, smearing it all over her mouth. Her eyes were downcast, but she made sure he could see every drop of his cock-cream as it spurted over her lips and her submissive tongue licked it away greedily, into her mouth.
"Fuuuuuuck!" he gasped.
CHAPTER NINE
Sandra walked over to Roland, her ass swaying, her legs pacing with perfect precision. She put her hands on her hips and stared right at him, a wide grin on her face.
"Got you now, fucker!" she snarled. "You can't break me. I'm gonna see you in jail, shit-face. You can't hold us forever, and then I'm gonna expose your ass." She laughed. "So, what're you gonna do? Kill us?"
"You still don't get it, do you?" Zenda said, her eyes bright as she watched the newly arrogant Sandra. "Do you know who you are?"
"Knock it off!" Sandra snapped. "I just wanna know if this asshole is gonna give in, or if he wants to be a real man and give me more shit before I have him and his pals arrested for rape, abduction, kidnapping, you name it." She threw her hair back and tried to stare Roland down. "You gotta learn," Zenda said softly, moving closer to Sandra, her robe open, her dark hair rather mussed. "I'm gonna have to teach you who you are, you stupid cunt."
"Get the fuck away from me," Sandra said, pushing at Zenda.
But Sandra had gotten too confident. Instantly Zenda had her by the wrist and twisted her over, face-down. She was struggling to avoid falling to her knees.
"Lemme go, you cunt! Lemme go!" Sandra yelled, twisting against Zenda's grip. "You fucker!"
Zenda gave a vicious twist and forced her to her knees.
"I'll kill you, cunt!" Sandra gasped, her face a picture of rage.
"Let me whip the bitch!" Desiree screamed, coming to life on the table, pulling her torn blouse back over her tits.
"You'll be lucky if I let you lick her ass, you dumb bitch." Zenda said. "Now get the fuck in there and get some lunch ready." She dropped down to the floor, holding Sandra by her arm, pressing on her elbow, forcing the brunette's face close to the floor. "You gotta learn, bitch. Now, we can do this two ways. You do as I tell you and learn, or I get them to tie you up and start that way. Well?"
"You'll never get me to beg," Sandra rasped, "I will," Zenda whispered softly into her ear.
"You can whip me as much as you like, cunt, but I'll never beg for mercy." Sandra was gasping, her tits heaving out of the low-cut uniform, the hem of it already rising up over her ass, showing her crimson buns.
"I know," Zenda said, her teeth chewing with restrained power at Sandra's ear, "but you'll beg."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sandra snarled, struggling helplessly against Zenda's greater strength.
"Wanna do it with me and see?" Zenda whispered. "Come on, you're too grown-up to go for all those bonds and shit now. You can take it, right on your ass, and never beg me to stop."
"All right, shit-face! Show me! Do your worst!" Sandra cried.
Zenda let go of her elbow at once, and Sandra stood up to face the strutting dominatrix.
"Get on the horse," Zenda said, pointing to the apparatus that had stood unused so far. "And get that dildo up your cunt. If you're really into it, you'll force that thing right through your panties."
Sandra gasped and looked at the padded sawhorse. The massive dildo had terrified her when she first saw it. Now it sent shivers of terrible lust through her. Her cunt was suddenly wet and her legs shivered. She went over to it and leaned on the end. The dildo was just a little higher than her pussy, so her feet would be off the floor. She would have to stretch her legs around the padded top. She looked around the room.
Hazel still knelt at Kevin's feet, her soft lips running over his cock as if nothing had happened. Kevin's eyes were glazed as he looked down at the lovely chestnut-haired nurse sucking his cock as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Beside Kevin stood Malcolm and Chuck, waiting as Hazel's mouth moved slowly over the hardening flesh of Kevin's prick.
"Our turn," Malcolm said. "You've sucked his cock enough."
Hazel started a little, coming back from the dream world she had been in. "Yes, yes," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. How do you want me?" She got up and opened the neck of her uniform a little more, showing most of the delicious curves of her tits. "Please, take me any way you want."
Malcolm and Chuck's cocks swelled harder as they watched the little slave nurse open the front of her fantasy uniform, button by button, showing the lacy outline of her slip and the wonderful curves of her body. "Would you like me to take it off?" she whispered. "I'll show you anything you want."
"Yeah," Malcolm said hoarsely. "Yeah, take it off. And the bra and panties."
"Yes, sir, yes," Hazel gasped, shivering as soft pulses of desire rolled over her.
She was obeying the men, her masters, and that made her pussy drool. She pulsed with a mild climax as she slid the uniform off her shoulders and down to the floor. She spread her legs, easing up the hem of her slip, sliding her fingers over the taut, wet crotch of her panties. She gasped and came again, her fingers rubbing gently on her pussy, her legs trembling and shaking in the white high heels.
"Get your bra and panties off or there'll be trouble," Malcolm said.
"Yes, sir, sorry, sir."
Hazel reached for the top of her panties, sliding them down over her ass and down her legs, the echoes of passion still rushing through her. They got stronger as she saw the lust in the men's eyes-and all of it for her. She was turn- ing them on, and yet she was their slave. The bizarre emotions overwhelmed her and she moaned as she reached for the clasp of her bra, right between her lovely, massive tits. She opened it and slid the straps down her arms, under the straps of the slip, holding her tits until the cups of the bra could come away, leaving her lovely tit-globes in nothing but the flimsy, lacy top of the white slip.
The men watched as she stood submissively and waited for their command.
They grabbed her and pushed her down over the low back of a chair. Hazel shivered and gasped, spreading her ass as Malcolm ran his cock over her clit and then rammed it right into her fuck-hole. Tremors of lust shook her as her pussy was spread and fucked by his massive thick prick. And then there was another prick, pushing at her lips as Chuck took hold of her hair and shoved. With a moan of submission, Hazel opened her mouth and let his thick cock slide into her mouth. She sucked at it, feeling Malcolm's cock working in her hot wet cunt, Malcolm's hands on her sore ass-cheeks, kneading them, sending shudders of pain over her.
But a little pain wasn't going to stop Hazel now. The wonderful feeling of being used, abused, fucked whichever way the guys wanted was sending her out of her mind. Already, shivers of new climax were pulsing through her, and each rasping fuck-thrust of the two cocks sent the sensations higher. She gasped and moaned, letting Chuck's prick slide into her throat, sucking at his prick as it got harder and thicker, throbbing with rising force.
"Uuuuurrrhh, fuck!" Chuck gasped, fucking at Hazel's throat harder, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "What the hell happened to this cunt? Jeeez, she sucks! Fuck, she sucks good!"
"Her cunt's hotter than hell, too," Malcolm gasped, fucking his prick deep in Hazel's cunt. "Fuckin' Christ, she's incredible!"
The two of them groaned and fucked their cocks into Hazel's mouth and cunt, then they turned as Zenda came back into the room with the long-tailed whip. The tall dominatrix went over to where Sandra moaned and heaved, her panties pushing into her cunt on the tip of the massive dildo.
"Get it up you!" Zenda snapped. "Come on, get that dildo up you!"
Sandra moaned and pushed her pussy at the dildo. The tip of the massive imitation cock was right at the wet entrance of her cunt but, even with her feet off the floor and her thighs on either side of the padded sawhorse, she couldn't get her panties to split and let it into her throbbing cunt.
"Get it up you, bitch!" Zenda demanded as she lashed the whip across Sandra's tight ass.
Sandra growled with terrible lust and rocked on the dildo, her whole body straining.
"Get it up you!" Zenda snarled, and she whipped Sandra again.
"Ahhhhh!" Sandra hissed as the thin tail cut into her tight, whipped ass-cheeks. She jerked and heaved-and her panties ripped as the tip of the dildo rammed through. "Urrrhhhh!"
She moaned as the huge rubber prick forced its way into her sucking cuntal channel. She slid down the length of the dildo, gasping as the thick rubber cock filled her cunt. Her thighs gripped the leather sides of the sawhorse and she slid forward, ramming her ass up for the whip. She rubbed her body over the top of the sawhorse, moaning as the leather drove her wild with passion. The whip lashed her ass, and her little uniform hem jumped as the leather bit past it. Sandra groaned, rubbing herself on the leather sawhorse, another red line curling around her ass. The panties she wore were almost transparent anyway, and the full effect of the whip could be seen through them. With another moan of passion, Sandra ripped apart the front of her uniform and tore her bra open. She rubbed her tits on the sawhorse, gasping as her nipples rasped on the hard leather.
"Go on, bitch!" she screamed. "You can't win, you can't make me beg!"
Zenda laughed and lashed the whip into Sandra's ass. The brunette nurse groaned and heaved, her ass jerking, her body rocking on the sawhorse. Zenda started a rapid lashing, driving the leather tail into Sandra's whipped ass with hard strokes. Sandra gasped, guttural screams of passion bursting out of her throat. Her ass heaved and jerked and her panties began to tear under the assault of the leather whip. Her ass almost glowed with the terrible redness, and one of the old cuts opened up, spreading more blood into the white of her tearing briefs. J'Aaahhhhh, yessss, yes!" she gasped. "Go on, do it! You won't make me beg, you bitch! You can whip me as hard and long as you like. I can take it! Yesss, yessss!" She gave a low scream and started to spasm with the beginning of another depraved climax.
Zenda stopped whipping her.
Sandra didn't notice for a moment. She fucked her cunt on the dildo, her tits rubbing at the leather of the sawhorse. Then she gasped and turned, starting at Zenda. "Gave up, huh, fuck-face?" she asked.
Zenda grinned and stood, her hands on her hips, the whip curling down to the floor. "Yeah," she said. "You can go report us to the police now."
Sandra laughed and gasped, ramming her cunt down on the dildo, her pussy spasming on the thick rubber.
"Yeahhhhh!" she rasped. "Yeahhhhh!" She rocked and fucked, rubbing her nipples on the hard leather. But something was wrong.
Her orgasm was fading and she couldn't make it come back, however hard she fucked her cunt on the dildo or rasped her nipples on the leather top of the sawhorse. She moaned and felt a sob rushing up in her throat. Frantically, she pumped her pussy up and down on the rubber cock. She gripped her nipples, rolling and squeezing them with all the strength she had, but still it wasn't enough. Her passion burned and flickered, fading away slowly.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked, running the whip through her fingers.
"You bitch!" Sandra whispered, sobbing a little as she heaved and fucked the dildo. Her ass burned, but she still needed more.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked, walking slowly closer to the jerking, moaning nurse.
"Aaahhhhh!" Sandra screamed, lurching with helpless and unrestrained fury on the dildo.
"Come on, tell me what you want," Zenda whispered in Sandra's ear. "I know what it is. You know ... we all know ... so tell us." She bit Sandra's ear, pulling at the flesh.
"Uurrrrhhhh! You bitch, you fucking bitch!" Sandra sobbed, her pussy sucking at the dildo, her fingers twisting her nipples.
Zenda stepped back and lashed the whip across Sandra's ass. Sandra screamed with lust, jumping around, her ass heaving. Then she fell back as Zenda leaned in again.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked calmly.
Sandra gasped, her ass burning, her whole body throbbing with terrible desire. Finally, she understood the trap Zenda had her in. No wonder Zenda was sure she'd get her to beg. Sandra fought, but she had come too far. She knew she had to confess in the end, break down. She gritted her teeth and turned to Zenda.
"I'll get you, you bitch!" she hissed. "You trapped me."
"You trapped yourself . . . now get out of it," Zenda said. She took the handle of the whip and slid it over Sandra's mouth. "Kiss it and beg, and I'll give you the time of your life."
The smell of leather rushed up Sandra's nostrils and she broke.
"Aaahhh, whip me!" she screamed. "Whip me, you fucker!"
"Say please," Zenda said as Sandra's mouth ran over the whip handle as if it were a cock.
"Uuurrrhhh, please, please, whip me, please!" Sandra begged, her cunt fucking madly on the dildo, the hem of her uniform flicking over her crimson ass. "Come on, please!" She slobbered and mewled over the whip handle.
"Now do you see who you are?" Zenda whispered.
"Yes, yes!" Sandra sobbed helplessly.
"So, no more shit about calling the police, right?"
"Yes, right, no more!" Sandra wept, her mouth running savagely over the whip handle.
"In fact, you're gonna be down here every chance you get-for more, right?"
"Urrrhhh! Yesssss!" Sandra screamed. "Now whip me, please! I wanna come, please! And gimme a cock to suck, for God's sake!"
Roland grabbed Sandra's brunette hair and slid his cock between her open lips, fucking it right into her throat without resistance.
Hazel screamed with fuck-lust, her ass jerking back for the whip. She tensed, then screamed around Roland's prick as the thin leather beat into her ass-flesh. Her throat spasmed and Roland laughed, pulling her head back up.
"Got you, bitch," he said.
"You don't know from bitch!" Sandra snarled, moaning with lust as the whip cut her ass again. The orgasm was building in her and her head was spinning. "I'll be the biggest bitch you ever . . . aaahhh, yessss . . . you ever had at work! And you'll only have a few days to get me back!"
She laughed and screamed as she climaxed, her ass throbbing to the beat of the leather.
"I'll get you!" Roland said holding her mouth at his cock-head.
Sandra laughed and came, pulling her hair out of his grip and ramming her lips down the length of his fucker. The climaxes washed over her, exploding from her ass with each stroke of the whip, from her pussy as it sucked at the dildo and from her nipples as they rubbed at the hard leather of the sawhorse. Her throat pumped at Roland's cock and he gasped with pleasure, the cum surging in his balls.
Chuck gasped as his streams of cum shot into Hazel's sucking mouth. The little nurse took it all, running the creamy cum over her lips before she swallowed it. Then she licked and sucked his cock-head clean with soft strokes, her lips caressing his prick-flesh.
"Fuck, what happened to you?" Chuck gasped.
"Oh, sir, I'm just a slave," Hazel gasped as she came again with Malcolm's cock fucking in and out of her cunt. "I have to do what I'm told. Everything I'm told, sir."
She climaxed again, her pussy-walls sucking over Malcolm's cock as his jizz started up his cock-shaft.
"Everything you're told?" Kevin asked.
"Everything," Hazel gasped, her lovely tits bouncing while Malcolm shot his cum-load in her cunt and sent her shivering into more orgasms. "Anything you want, I have to give you."
"Then you come here every time we tell you to," Malcolm said as his cock shot his hot jism into Hazel's throbbing fuck-pit.
"Yes, sir! Of course, sir!" Hazel moaned, her mouth still running over Chuck's cock-head.
"Jeezus Christ!" Malcolm bellowed. His fingers dug deep into Hazel's whipped ass-cheeks as the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock. "You disobey and you'll be punished. Got that?"
"Oh, yes, sir," Hazel sighed, rocking her ass back at him. "But I'll be the best little slave you ever had, I promise! Just tell me what I have to do."
Malcolm glanced across the room to where Sandra's screaming throat was taking a gushing load of Roland's cum as her ass beat back for the whip.
"Fuckin' hell!" he gasped. "It's only Saturday morning. "We've got the whole weekend!"
