"I do," said Angie proudly. She glanced across at Jack. He was now her husband, that tall, handsome man she adored.
"You may now kiss the bride," said the preacher, and smiled in his rather paternal manner.
Angie lifted her veil and shyly raised her lips for Jack to kiss her. He gave her one of his wonderful hard smiles, all dominance and authority, and bent down, kissing her very lightly on the mouth. Just the touch sent shivers of joy through Angie. He was so kind to her.
The music burst out. Angie turned, Jack took her arm and they walked slowly back down the aisle together. With the first step Angie had a slight twinge of the annoyance she felt whenever she saw her two bridesmaids. They were both Jack's cousins, Candy and Brenda. They were nice enough to her, but Angie felt they were rather too familiar with Jack. Still, he had just married her, and she would put a stop to all that very soon.
So she didn't let it bother her. The day was far too wonderful to worry about minor things like that. She held her head up, her face shining with joy and walked beside Jack. He was the man of her dreams, so tall, so fair-haired, with that strong jaw and steely blue eyes. She worshiped him. And he had been so loving and tolerant with her. She knew it was the fashion these days to fuck with somebody before marriage, but she had explained to him that she couldn't do that and he had understood.
In fact he had more than understood. He had let her know he honored her for it, respected her. She dreamed of the wonderful nights ahead. She wasn't sure she would like sex. Her mother had told her it was something she would have to do to keep a man. So it might be a bit painful, Angie thought, but she would do it for Jack.
In the car taking them to the reception, Angie snuggled close to Jack and he gave her a long slow kiss, a soft kiss, respectful, not too passionate.
The reception was wonderful. Angie rushed around thanking everybody for the presents. She had such fun opening them with Jack, cooing over each precious object.
Once or twice she saw Jack, his arms around one of his cousins. Candy was particularly irritating. She was dark, like Brenda, but she had dyed her shoulder-length hair a reddish tinge, and somehow that made her look sexier than ever. Angie wasn't jealous. After all, her long blonde hair was the talk of the wedding, but Candy was just a little too close to Jack. Something wasn't right.
But the afternoon went well. Angie got slightly drunk on the champagne. She wasn't used to it and more than once her mother came over to caution her to stop drinking, so perhaps it was a bit obvious.
It was late. The party was already breaking up, and those that remained were waiting to say good-bye to the bride and groom as they set off for the honeymoon.
"I'll go look for him," said Angie. "After all, he is my husband."
Jack wasn't in the main hall. Angie went up the stairs. He had to be up there somewhere. Perhaps he'd gone to the bathroom. She walked silently along the corridor, lifting her long white bridal dress. She had almost reached one door before she thought she heard giggles inside. Not wanting to disturb whoever it was, she had almost walked past before the giggle came again-and she was certain it was Candy.
Ad probably with some man or the other she had picked up at the wedding.
Candy was a slut. Angie didn't want to say that about a relative of hers, but it was true. She should find out what Candy was doing and then she could tell Jack and open his eyes to the sort of girl she really was.
Slowly Angie pushed the door open. It led into a small hall. There were various doors leading from it, and Angie tiptoed in, looking to see which room the giggles had come from. She didn't have long to wait.
"Oh, come on," said the voice.
Angie was now sure it was Candy. She tiptoed toward the slightly open door as another voice 'giggled.
"Come on," said the voice, "we're not going to see you for so long."
It was Brenda, and Angie trembled with strange anticipation. Who on Earth could both the girls be with? She reached the open door and peered in. All the shocks came at once. She saw the man they were with and heard him at the same time.
"You little cunts," her husband Jack said. "You can't get enough of it, can you?"
The small room was bare, even to the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Jack stood by a large wooden table, his arms around both his cousins And both of them were' kissing and caressing him in the most unmistakable fashion.
"Now don't be a fucker, Jack," said Candy, sliding her hand into the open front of his pants. "You gotta give us a good-bye present."
"Yeah, come on," urged Brenda, and to Angie's utter horror, she unclipped his wide leather belt and slowly pulled it out of the waist-band of his pants.
Angie stood, frozen to the spot. She couldn't believe somethiig like this could go on. Tears filled her eyes and her dream of love trembled, waiting to crash to the dirty floor of the room.
Candy slowly opened the buttons at the top of her white bridesmaid dress. "You got two weeks with a frigid little virgin," she said, "so take something with you, asshole."
She spread the neck of her dress until her young tits were open to him. Angie gave a gasp, but she stayed there, fascinated and horrified as Jack ran his hands lightly over the offered tits. Candy had a smaller pair of tits than Angie, but they were as firm, standing out from her chest with no support.
"You're a little whore, aren't you?" said Jack.
"You know I am," said Candy, her hands lifting the low hem of her dress, pulling it up her long, shapely legs. They were shown off to even better advantage by the white mesh stockings she wore.
Angie was glued to the scene as Candy lifted the dress beyond her stocking tops andthe white flesh of her thighs led on up to the hem of a tiny pair of panties that scarcely disguised the dark mound of her pussy hair. "Now you can't say no to that, can you?"
"Fuck no," Jack gasped. "I gotta hard-on already."
"I know," said Brenda, running her hand over the huge bulge in his underpants. "And we're gonna get two lots of cum out of it before you go off with that little shit you married. Why the hell did you do it?"
Jack laughed. "I couldn't marry you two now, could I?"
The girls laughed.
"Never get a straight answer from this fueker," said Brenda. She dangled the wide leather belt in front of Jack's face. "Who goes over the table first?"
Jack took his hand away from Candy's tits. Slowly he slid it into his pocket and came out with a quarter. "Call in the air," he said to Candy.
He flipped.
"Heads," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust.
Jack caught the coin. "Heads it is."
Candy gave a moan of passion. She turned and bent at the waist, going face down over the table. She spread her legs and held onto the far side of the table with both her hands. Her-fits were still out of her dress and she slowly rubbed them over the rough wood of the tabletop.
For a moment Brenda left Jack and went over to her cousin. They weren't from the same parents, but the family resemblance was obvious. Breda reached down and eased Candy's long white dress over her thighs and up until it lay over Candy's back and her firm young ass was revealed.
Angie was getting more and more horrified, but she couldn't help admiring Candy's luscious, firm body.
Brenda slowly eased the sides of Candy's panties off the cheeks of her ass and down into the crack between them, unti the flesh was utterly bare, and Candy gave an9ther moan of expectation. Her eyes closed and she gripped the edge of the table, her ass weaving as she waited.
Brenda went back to Jack. His pants were open, and she pulled them down with his underpants until he could step out of them.
Angie gave another gasp of horror as she saw her new husband's massive cock. Angie had never even dared to think about such a thing as her beloved's cock. It was something she might have to touch someday, and she would certainiy have to let him stick it into her delicate young pussy, but she hadn't gone further than that. Now, facing almost a foot of thick cock meat that jumped from his pants under Brenda's skillful hands, Angie almost fainted. She could never allow a thing that big into her innocent body. It would rip her apart. His cock was a monster.
She stared, still rooted to the spot, as Brenda stepped back a little and opened the neck of her own white dress. She too had young firm tits. Staring at Jack and watching his tlirobbing cock bounce around in front of her, Brenda slowly unclipped her bra and let it fall away.
Angie thought things couldn't get worse, but they did. Brenda sank to her knees in front of Jack and took his huge cock in her hands. She shifted slightly, pulling her dress from under her knees until she was comfortable and not about to tear the expensive material. Angie bit her finger as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Brenda leaned in on the cock. Her sensual red lips parted and she flicked her tongue out over the purplish, swollen cock head. Angie's eyes opened wider as she saw the wanton girl lick the tip again, then lean in farther and slide it between her lips. She held the massive cock shaft in one hand while she slowly sucked the tip, sliding her other hand over Jack's huge balls. Brenda sank the cock deeper into her mouth and Jack gave a low groan of lust. Slowly Brenda worked her mouth back up until her lips were just at the tip again. She flicked a drop of precum from the tiny piss slit and looked up at him.
"Are you ready, master?" she asked
Jack grinned and turned his -attefltion to Candy as she lay over the table, her hands firnily holding the edge. "You've been a nasty little whore, haven't you?"
"Ohhhh, yessss," Candy whispered.
"Trying to make lime fuck you on my wedding day," said Jack as Brenda sank his cock deep into her wanton little mouth and her deep brown eyes closed as she sucked him.
"Ohhhh, yesss, yessss!" Candy moaned, her ass swaying upward. "I've been so wicked, so wicked, I must be punished, I must."
Angie saw her husband raise his hand and flick the length of the leather belt through the air. Then, as Brenda rammed her head deep on-to his cock, he cut the belt expertly across the tight cheeks of Candy's ass.
Angie bit her finger harder to stop herself from moaning at the utter horror. The slap of the belt came an instant before Candy leaped on the table, her hands clutching the wood, her ass waving wildly.
Jack raised the belt again. It swung above his head and slashed down, even as the first dee red mark was forming on Candy's ass cheeks.
This slap was even louder and Candy bucked on the table. Her dress came down and almost fell across her ass. Desperately she grabbed it and forced it back.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned. "Shitty wedding, why the hell that little shit wanted long dresses, oooohhhhh!"
Whatever Candy did, the dress threatened to slide down and cover her ass everytime she leaped under the belt. She gave up her hold on the table and pulled her dress up, frantically holding it at her waist, while she spread her legs farther and thrust her ass higher.
"Ohhhhhhh, whip me Jack, whip me!" she begged. "Whip me and think about that little cunt you married. Oooohhh, fucking bitch, this dress is the pits! Oooooohhhhh, Jack, do it, do it!"
Angie's horror grew and grew. At her husband's feet, Brenda sucked his cock, her fingers working over the cock shaft, fluttering up and down like butterfly wings. She was sucking the huge prick as if it was the most delicious candy in the world. She pressed in close to his strong legs, her young tits rubbing over his thighs.
Jack held her dark hair with one hand and swung the belt into Candy's hot little ass harder and faster.
"What's it gonna be like with her then?" she taunted. "Sorry darling. aaagghh. . . oh yeah, sorry darling, I've got a headache? That what it's . . . aaaaghhhh. . . oh fuck, Jack, just like that, ohhhh yeahhh! Come on, you know she's a cold bitch, Jack - oooohhhh, whip me!"
"You'll get yours for a long as you like, cunt, and you know it," snarled Jack as he slashed the belt back into Candy's ass.
She screamed and rolled, her ass a sea of crimson flame. Her legs twitched and she hung onto the table as she moaned and lay there for him.
Brenda moaned too as she sucked Jack's prick. She slid her hand down and pulled her dress up until she could reach under and caress her demanding little pussy. Jack held her closer as she sank his cock into her throat, working over it for all she was worth.
Angie stared as the shock mounted. She saw the muscles of Brenda's throat widen to take the invading monster. Brenda couldn't get it all in, for the angle was wrong for her, but fully half of the cock shaft was fucking in and out of her mouth. Guttural sounds of lust rose from her as she knelt and let Jack fuck her mouth as hard as fast as he liked.
The scene got worse for Angie. The innocent virgin watched her new husband lash Candy's thrusting ass, his fury mounting with each stroke.
"You little bitch," he snarled. "You deserve this, and a lot more. You wait till I get you in the right place.'
"Ohhhh, please," Candy moaned, her sore ass still begging for more, "011111111, get us where you want, Jack, do it, do it all, please, aaaagggghhhhh, oooohhhh, that's so good, that's S00000 good!"
She gave a huge sigh of lust as she rubbed her plump nipples over the wooden tabletop. Her eyes closed and her legs trembled. Her ass cheeks rolled and thrust and she was losing control of her body.
Brenda sucked and rubbed her tits over Jack's thick, hairy thighs. His cock pistoned in and out of her hot mouth, and she moaned with every thrust he gave. Her fingers dug hard into the soft mound of her cunt and she almost hung on-to the cock she was sucking, her mouth straining to get more of him.
"0h shit!" Jack yelled. His arm swept up, the belt lashed down across Candy's flesh. "Fuck, I'm coming, ohhhh fuck!"
Candy gave a terrible groan of desire. "Ohhhh, harder, Jack, harder, make me come too, please, Jack, harder."
Her body pulsed on the table, her ass begged for the belt, and Jack gave her a series of lashings that echoed around the room.
Angie almost fell to the floor as she saw her husband lash Candy furiously, the belt blurring in the air as the young nympho jerked her ass up and down as she came, each lash getting another yell of release from her.
Then Angie saw the most disgusting thing of all. Jack yelled, his hand tightened on Brenda's head and white cum. shot out of his cock, all over his cousin's mouth. Angie stared as Brenda lapped at the pouring jism as it jetted over her tongue and lips.
"Ohhhh, you bitch!" Jack moaned, the lash of his belt-slowing as his cum rushed out. "You two suck better than any other little cunts in this country. Oh fuck, I'm coming, ohhhh fuck, lick it all up, lick it all!"
Brenda's wicked little mouth worked at taking it all. Gobs of cum ran onto her cheeks and she licked at them, taking them to her mouth with her fingers and sucking them off. Her throat swallowed as more and more of the white goo filled her mouth.
"Please just one more!" Candy yelled as she pushed her ass back. Jack lashed her and she screamed wth delight. "One more, please, one more."
Jack obliged her with three sudden, vicious lashings. Candy screamed and collapsed across the table. Her dress finally fell over her ass and she gave a massive sigh of contentment.
The last drops of Jack's cum were oozing out of his cock. Brenda slowly worked her mouth over it, her fingers rubbing the hard bud of her clit as she licked his cum into her mouth. She gave a low moan and her fingers blurred for several seconds as her legs heaved and she rammed the cock deep into her throat. With a moan, she settled back, slowly letting the huge hunk of cock meat slide out of her mouth.
"Fuck you, Jack," she said, "making us feel like that."
He grinned. "If you want your own ass whipped," he said. "You'd both better get me in the mood fast, before somebody downstairs asks where we are. Angie's supicious enough as it is."
"Fuck Angie," said Candy contemptuously as she swung herself off the table. She came over and knelt by her cousin, her mouth going for Jack's cock. "We'll get you ready in no time."
The two of them giggled and their hot little mouths worked over Jack's cock. He grunted and held their heads, leaning in to give them a better lick at him.
Slowly Angie's head was clearing. She stared as the two girls sucked Jack's stiff cock meat. It didn't seem to have softened at all to Angie, and her mother had told her they did that when they shot that disgusting white stuff. The two girls, however, seemed to want to get his cock harder before they did anything else.
Angie knew she had to burst in on this repulsive scene. She had to tell Jack that she had made a terrible mistake. Their marriage was over before it had begun. She would flee with her mother.
She saw Candy run her mouth down Jack's thick cock shaft. She watched as Brenda got up, smiled at Jack and turned toward the table.
"I want it just as good as she got it," she said.
"No!" Angie shouted. She rushed into the room, her long white bridal dress dragging on the dusty floor. "No! How could you do this, Jack? How could you? It's over, over? over! I'll never see you again. I'm going home with mother! Good-bye."
But something held her in the room. She didn't rush for the door, but stood there, her tears flowing down her face, her hands trembling.
The other three looked at her, startled, frozen as they were. Brenda was ieaning over the table, her tits almost on the surface. Candy held Jack's cock while she looked at Angie with a mixture of contempt and fear. Jack looked at his new bride for about three seconds before he acted. He lunged at Angie and grabbed her wrist.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," he said.
Chapter 2
Slowly Brenda got up off the table and turned to Jack. "What we gonna do?"
Jack pulled his young bride close to him and his stiff cock pushed the white lace of her dress between her legs.
"Stupid bitch," he snarled. "Couldn't leave it all alone, huh? Shit, we'll have to get you into shape real fast."
Angie almost fainted. She was still ufterly confused, the remains of her wedding day bliss still hanging on. But the grim reality was undeniable. Her husband dragged her round the still-kneeling Candy toward the table.
"W-what are you going to do, Jack?" Angie whispered, sudden terror rising in her.
"I'm gonna make sure you don't give us away," said Jack. "Then we can start properly on you. Hey, don't just stand there, girls. We gotta gag her."
Angie gasped. She tried to keep her dignity, turning to her husband.
"Let me go," she said urgently. "I'm telling you, we were never married. I'm going to get an annulment. I'm not doing anything with a brute like you."
She struggled and tried to get away, but his grip on her arm was too strong and he effortlessly swung her around until she was almost forced to sit on the table.
"Don't," she whined, "you're hurting me. Let me go, you'll get my dress dirty."
Jack laughed and gripped her by the hair, pulling her head back. In front of her, she saw that Candy had peeled her panties off and Brenda had almost got one of her stockings down to her ankle.
Finally Angie realized the desperate position she was in.
"Don't," she moaned, her hair almost pulling out of her head as she struggled. "I'll scr...mmmgghh!!!"
Candy stuffed her panties into Angie's protesting mouth. Angie almost threw up as the hot smell of Candy's young pussy wafted into her nostrils. She spluttered helplessly. Brenda came and tied the white stocking around Angie's face, knotting it behind her head. The panties were held tight and it was all Angie could do to breathe. She stared at Jack, tears rolling down her face, her whole world shattered.
He turned her, held her arms behind his back. "Shit," he said. "I know we gotta work fast, but I gotta see my wife's tits before I teach her her first lesson. Open the dress for me, Brenda, will you?"
Angie struggled and wept. She stared as Brenda came forward and slowly undid the top button of her white bridal dress. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the panties muffled the sound and only a strange gurgle came out.
Brenda grinned and undid the next button. Angie's chest heaved as she struggled, but Jack was strong as he brutally wrenched her arms back, pushing her tits out even farther.
Brenda slid the top of Angie's white dress open. That didn't yet reveal her tits, but Brenda was playing with the terrified bride, opening her inch by inch to their lascivious gazes.
The next button came undone. Angie moaned and wrenched her body as hard as she could, but nothing broke Jack's iron grip. Brenda slid the lacy sides of her dress apart and finally the clasp of Angie's little white bra was showing. Brendagrinned again, her finger on the next button.
"Got to see them all," she taunted Angie.
She opened the next button and now only the flimsy material of the bra protected Angie's innocent tits. Brenda spread the dress until she could run her hands over the bra, playing with the clasp between Angie's swelling tit mounds.
Suddenly she undid the clasp and Angie broke into hysterical floods of tears. Her luscious young tits jumped out of the bra, and Brenda eased the bra and her dress aside until they were totally open.
"Nice," said Candy.
She reached in and tweaked Angie's nipple. Angie's tits were indeed wonderful. The swelling globes had only a slight curve to the under-side and the areolas were tiny and pink. Angie's nipples stood out in the cold room and Candy ran her fingers over them, urging them to stand out more.
"Wow," said Candy, "we can have some fun with these."
She twisted Angie's nipples hard and the young girl staggered back against her husband.
"And we're gonna," said Jack.
He held Angie's wrists effortlessly in one hand and leaned over her shoulder. His hard fingers played with her tits, holding them, testing how they felt. He took one nipple between his fingers and tightened his grip, slowly, relentlessly until his bride was screaming in-to the panties that blocked her mouth and her body shook with the pain.
He let go suddenly, then spun Angie around and shoved her face down over the table. Angie's head was clouded with pain and humiliation, but she couldn't believe that she was going to get the same treatment as Candy had got.
"Use your stockings," she heard Jack say.
His hand pinned her to the table by the small of her back and she felt the rough wood of the table on her tits. Suddenly she felt hands tying a stocking around her ankles and lashing it to the leg of the table. Then she felt hands run- ning up her leg, and she screamed again into the gag. She struggled on the table, but the hands reached her knee and put another stocking around it.
Then she felt her dress being lifted until it was clear of her knees. Angie moaned and wept as the stocking held her knee to the table leg and she was rendered helpless.
The two girls moved to her other ankle, lashing another stocking around it.
"You want to use one of hers?" Brenda asked.
"Shit," said Jack. "I forgot we only got three. Hell no, use my belt. I'll get something better for her ass."
Horror rose in Angie like a tide. Then she felt the hard leather of Jack's belt going around her other knee. As the girls tightened it, it forced Angie's thighs wider apart and she wept at the realization that her virgin pussy would be open and vulnerable to their depraved lusts. She tried to yell, but Jack held her down, and it was clear that he was by no means finished with her.
"Hold her down," he said.
The two girls came around and pirined Angie, Brenda pushing down on her shoulders and Candy holding her hair. Angie felt thin leather thongs being lashed around her thumbs and then down her fingers, each in turn, until her arms were helpless as well as her legs.
"That'll have to do," said Jack. "Hold her Candy. Brenda, go to my luggage and get me the electric cock, will ya? We'll keep her under control with that."
Angie didn't understand, but she heard Brenda's footsteps as she hurried away. Candy took her hair and pulled Angie's tear-stained face up to her.
"Silly little cunt," she said, and her hands roved over Angie's tits. "You're gonna get it now."
Angie tried to pull her tits away from Candy, but the girl just laughed at her and slapped her across the face.
"You'll do as you're told," she said, and held Angie's hair while she slapped her again.
Angie heard Jack come back into the room, and suddenly he stood in front of her, a long thin wooden rod in his hand.
"Just the thing," he said. "Must have held up a curtain. What do you think, Candy?"
"Ooooo, probably," said Candy. "Why didn't you fmd that before?"
"Horny little cunt," Jack said. "Now, Angie, you see this cane?" He waved it under Angie's nose. "I'm gonna beat you with this until you agree to come downstairs with us, say good-bye to all your guests and we make sure they go. So all you- have to do is nod your head, real hard so we know. Got that?"
Angie stared at her husband, then at the cane, and her stomach twisted with fear. He was going to beat her with that thin wood, but she would never give in.
"Oh well," said Jack, "she'll catch on."
He walked around the table, and Angie found herself tensing for the agony she knew was coming. Jack bent down and slowly lifted the hem of her dress up over her knees, his hands running over her stockinged legs eve?y inch of the way.
Angie moaned and tossed on the table, but he went on. He took the dress up, over her stocking tops and then tossed it over her ass and onto her back. Her ass cheeks were totally ex- posed, and, with her thighs so spread out, her ;virgin pussy was also open to him.
"What the fuck are we going to do with this dress?" Jack wondered aloud. "If Candy couldn't keep it up, you sure as hell won't."
"I'll hold it," said Candy. "I got two hands." She rea9hed over Angie's shoulders and grabbed the hem of the wonderful bridal gown. She pulled it up until it was over Angie's head, and Candy could hold it and Angie together. "Okay, she's ready."
Angie moaned, trying to push the panties in her mouth aside so that she could scream for help. But it wasn't very successful. The panties managed to block her mouth very effectively. Then Angie really did scream. The most unbearable pain broke across her stretched ass cheeks. Jack had lashed the thin cane over them and the "crack" echoed around the room. Angie bucked on the table, her mouth wide as she screamed into the gag.
"Shit, this cunt's got an ass," Jack said. "She's gonna be great when she learns." He swept his hand down again and Angie rolled on the table, tears flooding down her cheeks and staining the stocking around her face.
Each stroke of the cane on her helpless ass doubled the agony. Angie didn't know pain like that existed. It burned out of her tight ass cheeks. Her thin white panties were no protection at all from the furious beating she was getting. Another stroke laid an additional line of red pain across her flesh, and her head twisted in agony.
Again her husband beat her.
"Just let me know when you're ready to go downstairs," said Jack as the thin rod beat in-to his bride's innocent flesh. "Just nod your head."
Angie wept and screamed as the pain soared from her ass and up into her body. Her lungs were sore from screaming, and her stomach twisted in knots that threatened to drive her insane with fear.
Jack lashed her ass, his arm swinging high in the air before crashing down and laying extra lines of red flesh into her ass.
"Nod, you little cunt!" he ordered.
Angie couldn't think anymore. The pain and degradation she was suffering had driven all of that out of her mind. Her hair hurt as Candy held her down on the table, but that was the least of her pain.
Her ass was on fire. Each stroke was like an explosion bursting in her guts, surging over her helpless body. She knew she would faint if it went on much longer.
But Jack was an expert. He knew how much she could take. His strokes became slower, but harder. He allowed his young wife a few seconds to recover before beating her again. Angie struggled, but nothing could stop the cruel beating. Somehow she was aware that Brenda had come back into the room.
"Here," Brenda said, "and get on with it. I had to tell them that the innocent bride was fixing her hair and would be down soon."
"Nod, you bitch!" Jack yelled.
The thin rod slashed into Angie's ass again. The agony erupted and Angie gasped for air as she screamed. But, somehow, it cleared her head. She would nod, nod as hard as they wanted. Then, when they got downstairs, it would be simple. She would run to her mother and the nightmare would be over. Then she could get the police.
"Nod, you shit!" Jack yelled as he beat his wife again.
Angie nodded, straining her head against Candy's grip on her hair. She nodded as hard as she could. She bobbed her head up and down, weeping all the time.
"Was that yes?" Jack demanded.
Angie nodded again, kept on until the cane slashed into her ass one last time and Jack stepped back, apparently satisfied.
"Good," he said. He took Angie's blonde hair in his hands. "Now don't think I'm so stupid as to think you'll keep to that." He was grinning all the time. "As soon as we're downstairs, you'll run to that mother of yours, screaming about how your husband is a beast and you want to go home." He laughed into Angie's terrified face. "But I have something here to persuade you to do as I say."
He took out a thick metal dildo and Angie felt herself cringing in new fear. It was nearly as big as Jack's real cock, and it shone in the dim glow of the light above.
"Shit," he said. "I keep forgetting. Is she cherry, Brenda?"
Angie burst into fresh tears.
Brenda pulled her panties aside, and her prob ing fingers reached for the virgin entrance to Angie's cunt.
Angie screamed and shouted at her husband, but it didn't do any good. He held her while his lascivious cousin slid her finger around the tight entrance to Angie's pussy.
"Shit, she's dry," said Brenda.
"Give her a chance," snapped Jack. "She doesn't even like it yet."
Brenda giggled and her finger pushed inside the tight hole. Angie struggled as Brenda shoved hard and forced her way in. The pain surged from the walls of her virgin cunt. It was not as bad as the pain of the whip, but the humiliation more than made up for it. Angie felt Brenda force her finger in until she came up against the drum-tight skin of Angie's virginity.
"Yup," said Brenda, "she's cherry all right." She pulled her finger out and slapped Angie's whipped ass. "What ya gonna do now, Jack? Fuck her?"
"No time," said Jack. "And we don't want to rush that, do we?" He bent down and pulled his wife up by the hair once more. "This thing's gonna have to go up your ass."
Angie knew she was going to be sick. He was threatening to push that terrible metal cock in-to her ass? The man was utterly crazy.
"Yes," said Jack. "Can't spoil your cherry, can we?" He left his weeping bride and went over to where leather straps lay on the floor. He came back, attaching the metal cock to a cup in the straps. "You'll wear this when we go downstairs." He showed Angie the dreadful thing again.
"If you do anything to spoil our farewells, then I'll turn on the controls and shoot enough volts through you to make you pass out. I'll show you how it works when I've got it up your ass."
Angie's muffled pleas for mercy were no use at all. Her bound legs twitched horribly as she felt the first touch of the metal dildo against the cheeks of her ass.
Jack reached in and took a handful of her thin panties. Then he ripped and the material parted at once. Angie gasped and prflyed, but nothing stopped him.
"We spread some Vaseline on the dildo," he said, "and then, up we go."
Angie tensed, her tears still flowing continuously. Her body shook as the tip of the monster ran over the puckered entrance to her ass.
Angie screamed and passed out.
Chapter 3
Angie didn't manage to stay unconscious long. The slashing agony of the cane beat into her ass and she screamed and struggled on the table.
"Don't try that," said Jack. "I want you to enjoy this, you stupid little cunt."
Angie moaned. Her mouth was dry and whatever saliva she might have had was instantly sopped up by Candy's panties. Sobbing and heaving, she felt the touch of the metal dildo against the very entrance of her asshole. Gently, her husband circled it around for a few moments while his bride begged him to stop. Ignoring her muffled pleas, he worked it slowly against the tight, puckered entrance.
"Relax, honey," he said. "It won't hurt as much."
With a huge shove, he thrust the dildo inside Angie's virgin ass. She heaved upward, her mouth wide open, as the pain surged up her body. Jack shoved again and another inch of the terrible monster invaded her body. Gasping and crying, Angie tried to pull her helpless body away from the cock, but it was hopeless. Another violent push and the thing was halfway in.
"Shit," said Jack, "if she hasn't got the sweetest ass in the world."
He pushed once more and almost two thirds of the dildo was inside his young bride's bound body.
"Fuck you, Jack," said Candy. "It's no as good as mine, or Brenda's."
"Well," said Jack, "you may get a chance to prove that."
He pushed and the metal cock fucked right into Angie's ass. She screamed silently and twisted on the table, but Jack was already lashing the straps round her upper thighs. The pain was terrible, surging through her struggling body, but that didn't stop him.
"Shit," said Candy, coming around and pulling Angie up by the hair. "You'd better not have a better ass than us, or I'll beat the crap out of it."
Angie looked up at her, staring in horror.
"Oh, give up, Jack," Candy said. "You'll never get a cold bitch like this to go for it. Let her go."
"Are you kidding?" Jack snapped as he drew the last leather strap into position. "You just see what we can do in a week." He came back around the table and pulled a small control box out of his pocket. "See this? When I tighten my grip on it, feel what happens."
He squeezed, and Angie felt a sudden pulse of electricity burst out of her ass. It was as excruciatingly painful as the whipping and she burst into tears again as she wrenched around on the table.
"Now that was just a mild touch," said Jack. "When I really squeeze it, you'll pass out. Feel just halfway."
Angie almost broke the bonds holding her as the elecricity jolted her body. She sobbed and gasped for breath.
"So, when I really tighten my grasp, you'll just pass out and we'll come to your rescue, all the heat and the excitement on you." Jack chuckled. "And I'll have to reassure that fucking mother of yours that I'll give you the best care in the world, and Candy and Brenda and I will be so careful for you."
He leaned down close to Angie's ear. "Now your mother is the biggest pain inthe ass this side of the ocean, and that includes the pain in your ass right now. So, if I have to spend too much time with her when you pass out, I'm gonna be real mad when I get you to our wonderful honeymoon home. Got that? And I'll take it out on you like you wouldn't believe. So be a good little girl and it'll be okay." He stepped back and looked down at his bound bride. "Shit, I'm horny as hell and I gotta go down and be nice to all those stuck-up shits. Oh, well."
Angie wept as she heard her family referred to in this way.
Candy was sliding her hand back inside Jack's pants. "Come on, Jack. We can give you a quick blow, and we'll have to clean her face anyway."
Jack chuckled and Angie saw his cock swell in his cousin's expert hands.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped. "You do that fast and I'll let you have her when we get there."
"Oohhhh," Candy murmured. "You mean we're coming on your honeymoon with you?"
Her fingers slid over the rigid length of Jack's cock shaft and her hot little lips pouted in pleasure.
"You'll have to now,' said Jack with a grin. "I'm sure Angie would invite you, if she could."
Brenda giggled as she slid her own hand over Jack's cock. "Deal," she whispered. "You get a fast blow and we get her later."
Angie's head fell back on the table. She couldn't take anymore, she just couldn't. She had no idea what the girls would do to her. She heard Jack grunt with pleasure and couldn't help but look up.
The two girls were kneeling at his feet, their wanton little mouths sharing his cock. Candy slid her circled lips down the prick shaft, sucking and licking it while Brenda licked and caressed his balls.
Jack was in heaven. He spread his legs and his cock pumped in and out of Candy's mouth.
His hands went to their heads and he started to steer his willing slaves. He made Candy pull her mouth off his cock head and slide it down his shaft while Brenda took her place. His cock meat throbbed and heaved as the girls sucked.
"Ohhhh, shit," Jack gasped. "You two are just the greatest. Ohhhh, yeah-just like that, just like that."
The greedy pair of cousins worked on his cock, their mouths sinking over the throbbing cock head in turn, then going down the cock shaft, licking every inch of the rock-hard length. Candy slid her hand under her dress and rubbed her aching pussy while Brenda almost wrapped her legs around Jack's muscular calves to get some relief for the pressure of her surging lust. Moaning and sucking, the girls worked on Jack's cock until he was yelling and gasping, his hips beating at their willing mouths with increasing speed.
His hips went out of control and Angie could see the first leaking of pre-cum ooze from the slit in his cock as it came out of Candy's mouth for an instant.
The two girls reached back and grabbed Angie by the hair. She struggled, not under- standing what they were doing. Each of them had one hand holding her up while their other hand continued to run over the jumping cock.
Angie gasped through the gag and her eyes were wide as she tried to break their grasp but couldn't.
She saw Candy slide her mouth right down her husband's cock. Then the little bitch pulled back and Angie suddeuly realized what they were doing. To her horror, the two girls held Jack's cock while the first jet of cum shot out of it, all over Angie's face.
Angie struggled and tried to break away, but Candy and Brenda were much too strong for her. Another long stream of white cum jumped from the slit, splattering into Angie's cheeks and eyes.
She moaned as it stung her eyeballs, and she tried to close her eyelids, but it didn't do much good. Another shot of cum splashed into her blonde hair. Yet more jism ran down her cheeks and into her mouth.
"Shheeeiiiit!" Jack yelled as he watched his cum splashing into his bride's face. "Oooohhh, fuck me, ohhhh yeahhhh!"
Angie struggled and wept as the hot white jism poured out, covering her innocent young face. She was terrified by the amount of it. That her husband could shoot so much jism was just another horror for her to bear.
The pain in her hair matched the still-rolling agony from the dildo in her ass, and the stinging red pain of her whipped ass cheeks. She was crying freely as the cum jumped over her face.
Cum got into her nostrils, and she almost choked until she managed to push the gag aside enough to breathe better through her mouth. The first taste of the cum reached her tongue and she retched with the realization that she was tasting something that had come from her hus- band's cock. Desperately she tried to stop it, but more cum oozed down her face and in through the gag, and she gasped as the salty goo spread.
Finally the pulses of cum slowed and less of it hit the young girl's face. Angie saw Candy lean back in and take a mouthful of the stuff that now oozed from the piss slit. She murmured with pleasure and gave way for Brenda to get a mouthful of her own. The two girls shared the last drops together and then leaned back contentedly.
"Mmmmmnnnn, good," said Brenda with a grin, letting go of Angie's hair. "We'd better hurry-they'll be waiting."
"Okay," said Jack, zipping his pants back over his still-throbbing cock. "You get her cleaned up while I stand guard."
Angie moaned with the release of the pain as they untied her legs, and Jack put his belt on again Candy and Brenda didn't bother to put their stockings on. They just stuffed them into their purses and grabbed Angie by each arm. The leather bindings were still on her fingers, and Angie moaned as the girls alinost pulled her arms out of their sockets in their hurry.
"Now don't you go giving us any trouble," warned Brenda. "You're in enough trouble as it is."
Angie was hauled along the corridor and in-to the bathroom. Brenda took the gag out and reached in, pulling Candy's panties out of Angie's mouth.
"You scream and you'll hit the floor," she warned.
Angie felt the dildo still up her ass and remembered the electric shock. She stayed silent, shaking with terror.
Candy got a towel and wiped Angie's face clean of the cum. It took several tries and even longer to get it out of Angie's hair. Angie stared in the mirror, seeing her face emerge from the white mess, her hair slowly getting cleaned.
"Hurry up," said Brenda.
"Gimme a break!" Candy snapped. "You try and get cum outa hair."
Brenda giggled. "You remember that party at Steve's? I had more cum on me than I could swallow in a month. Fuck, that was great."
"Yeah," said Candy, her mind only half on cleaning Angie. "You were a real whore that weekend."
"Look the fuck who's talking," answered Brenda. "I wasn't the one begging for more when all those fuckin' men were sitting around with limp cocks."
"Jack's wasn't," said Candy smugly. "He had me five more times that night, made me suck him hard after each one, too. Fuck, what a night."
"Get your fuckin' asses in gear, will ya?" Jack called from outside the door. "Someone might come at any time."
The two girls giggled.
"Just a minute," Candy called. "Just got to make her up a bit."
This humiliation was almost worse than any other.
Angie had to stand still, her whole body in pain, while Candy put make-up on her white and tear-stained face. Candy was good at it, and very fast. In no time at all, Angie looked almost as pretty and rosy as she had at the reception that now seemed so long ago to her.
They hustled Angie out, and Jack made a final check that her bridal dress was still in order, the buttons done up again.
"Now just remember," he said "One word out of you and you pass out."
He showed the terrific bride the control and Angie nodded, her face pale even under the make-up.
They led her back down the stairs, Jack holding her arm, the two girls just behind them.
There was a burst of applause from the remaining guests as they appeared. None of them had the slightest idea what Angie had been through. She saw her mother and waved to her.
Angie tried to walk properly, but the dildo in her ass made her waddle in a way that she was sure they would notice, but none of them did. She said good-bye to all of them, one by one, the pressure of her pain and humiliation rising at each moment.
Occasionally Jack squeezed the control very slightly and Angie got a tingle from the metal cock. It was more than enough to remind her of the penalty for calling out.
"Can I help you get ready for the journey, dear?" asked her mother as they finally came face to face.
"No, that's all right," said Candy smoothly. "Brenda and I will help. Angie is very special to us, you know."
Angie saw a flicker of dislike pass over her mother's face.
"Mom . . "she cried, but the bolt of electricity burst in her ass.
Blackness overcame her.
Chapter 4
Angie moaned as consciousness returned. She tried to move, but she was tied up again. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her husband fucking his great big cock in and out of Candy's willing cunt as she knelt on the floor, her bridesmaid dress up over her back and her thighs spread and thrusting for the fuck she was getting.
Candy's face was deep between Brenda's thighs as the dark-haired girl lay on the floor, her own dress pulled right up, her legs in the air. All three of them were groaning with passion as they pleased each other. Jack's cock fucked in and out of Candy's hot little cunt and Brenda clutched her cousin's hair as the knowing little mouth played with her clit.
"Oh, look," said Jack. "My lovely wife is awake."
"Don't stop!" Candy yelled. "Fuck me, come on, shoot it all up me!" Her face buried itself back in Brenda's pussy and her tongue lapped and licked up into Brenda's wide-open pussy hole.
Angie realized that she was looking at them all upside down. She was lashed to the table again, but this time she was on her back. Her head hung over the edge and her legs had been pulled back over her head and tied to the table legs on either side of her face. Her ass had been kept close to the tabletop by a strong rope put round her waist.
From there the rope went back under the table and was lashed tight to the other table legs. Her arms were strapped to her thighs so that her fingers were just over her virgin pussy. More rope wound round her shoulders and round her lovely tits. Itheld her upper body to the tabletop.
Her bridal dress had been torn down the front to expose her legs and ass, and the neck had been opened to the waist and her tits were naked.
She looked at the dreadful scene on the floor. Jack was fucking Candy deeply and the little whore loved every huge cock-hrust.
Jack turned to Angie and laughed. "I warned you, you little cunt. You didn'tlisten, you tried to get your mother to save you."
He fucked Candy hard until she was moaning and heaving on his cock. "So we're gonna teach you a thing or two right here, before we all get in the car and head off for our wonderful honeymoon."
He fucked into Candy and she moaned as she sucked Brenda's squirming cunt.
"Your fuckin' mother was as bad as I said she was," Jack went on. "She didn't believe you had fainted. Said there was something wrong, that she knew her daughter and all that. Said she should call you when we got there. That shit got up my nose, and you're gonna pay for it. You either get her under control or take the consequences.
He held Candy's heaving ass cheeks as she started to come under his deep fucking.
"When I've come," he said, "you'll learn all about it. And you'll be sorry you tried to get to your fuckin' mother."
Tears rolled over her cheeks as she saw her husband ramming his big cock into his cousin, while her moans of pleasure rang round the room.
"Oh, don't worry," said Jack. "They've all gone. We've got the place until tomorrow if we want it. So you can scream as loud as you like. Nobody will hear you now."
Angie sobbed and tried to get free of the ropes binding her to the table. But they were as secure as the stockings and leather belt had been, and she gave up. She stared in horror at the threesome fucking on the floor.
Brenda was squealing with pleasure as Candy sucked her sopping wet cunt, working her over with the skill of long practice. Candy gave a yell of lust as Jack rammed his cock deep into her cunt, lifting her off the floor, holding her on his prick until she was writhing and pulsing on the rigid fuck-pole.
The little whore screamed with growing lust as Jack bounced her body up and down on his cock rod, still holding her off the floor.
Candy's legs stretched out, her toes found a grip on the rutted wooden floor, and she screamed a long wailing scream of orgasm as Jack worked his hands over her ass.
Brenda took her cousin's face and rammed it hard into her pussy. "Suck it!" she demanded. "Suck it! Ohhhh, shit, suck it."
Her ass thrust off the floor and she groaned as Candy licked deep into the crevice of her cunt.
The depravity went on as Angie watched. Her bridesmaids screamed together as they came, orgasms racking them, their bodies bowed as they gave way to the lust.
Then Jack bellowed out, his cock deep in Candy'scunt. "I'm coming!" he yelled. "Coming, ohhhh fuck! Watch this, you cunt, watch it! This is how I'm gonna fuck that cherry of yours, you wait."
Angie felt the tears running into her hair. She saw Jack heave Candy even higher. Saw his hips jerking as he rammed his cock into her willing cunt. He gave a great yell of release, and Angie could see his cock twitching as he caine.
Candy moaned with pleasure and she ran her hand back, caressing his balls as the white cum shot out of them, deep into her cunt. Angie saw the first oozings of cum force its way out of Candy's throbbing pussy as Jack poured it in- to her. Cum ran down Candy's legs, and Angie was almost sick again seeing it.
For almost a minute, the three of them were unaware of her as they tossed and came on the floor. Jack's cum covered the insides of Candy's thighs by the time she gave a final moan of release and sank back to the wooden boards. Brenda subsided too, her body slowly twisting in pleasure. And Jack grinned like a demon, while his slippery cock slowly slid out of Candy's wet cunt.
"Fuck," he said, "you two just go on getting better." He slapped Candy on the ass and she wriggled with pleasure. "How about some food? There's plenty downstairs."
Candy grinned as she turned and slipped her dress down her slim legs. "Sure," she said, "just for you. I'm also gonna get outa this piece of crap. Won't be long."
She got up, slipped her high-heeled shoes back on and left.
Jack came over to his weeping, bound bride. "How ya feelin'? Oooohhhh, baby, feel bad? Don't worry, daddy got a great big cock for you."
Angie looked up as his prick hovered above her face. It was slimy with his cum and with Candy's cunt juices. His cock was also about half hard, even after the orgasm he'd had. He slowly leaned in and ran the slippery pole over Angie's mouth. Angie sobbed, keeping her lips tightly shut and closing her eyes to try and pretend the whole thing wasn't happening.
"Now, now, baby," said her husband. "Little baby gonna suck daddy's cock. Open wide."
The dreadful, thick cockhead pressed against Angie's innocent lips. Angie twisted her head away. She screamed as she managed to get away from it for a second. She would have screamed again, but Jack had thrust the hard cock meat back to her lips almost instantly.
"Oh now," he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "Little girl gonna take great big cock in her mouth, or little girl gonna feel a lot of pain."
Angie opened her eyes. There, right in front of them was the quivering tip of the thin birch rod Jack had beaten her ass with earlier. This time it was Brenda who held it, and there was a demonic light in her eyes.
"Please," Brenda whispered, "please refuse to suck his cock. I love to whip little shits like you. Almost as much as I love Jack whipping and fucking me."
She laid the rod down until it was resting across Angie's lovely nipples.
Angie moaned and closed her eyes again to the horror.
"Don't," she begged, "please don't. Please let me go. I won't tell the police, I won't, I promise.
Brenda laughed. She left the thin cane lying across Angie's tits and slid the zipper of her dress down. Effortlessly, she stepped out of it. She was now dressed in nothing but the tiny slip all the girls had worn under their bridal clothes.
Still grinning, she picked the cane back up, running it very slowly over Angie's body. With her other hand, she lifted the hem of the slip the few inches it needed and caressed her wet pussy.
"You're gonna do everything we say," she promised the terrified bride. "And we're gonna have a great time teaching you."
Suddenly she lifted the cane a little and slashed it down across Angie's tits.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" Angie choked with the pain, She could just see the red line as it formed over her young, thrusting tit flesh. She stared in horror as Brenda lifted the cane again.
"Suck Jack's cock," Brenda said, the cane quivering.
Angie looked at the cane, looked at the gooey cock above her face and felt like throwing up.
"I can't!" she yelled. "Please, don't make me. . . aaaggghhhhggg . oh God, help me!"
The cane had landed right across her nipples.
"Why don't you lean on her legs, Jack?" said Brenda. "I can get a better shot then."
She raised the cane and Angie stared at the dreadful thing as it rose and lined up on her tits.
Jack grinned down at his wife. "You know, baby," he said silkily, "Brenda has such good ideas."
He spread his legs and. put his hands on her ankles. Then he leaned on them, and Angie groaned with that pain too. She thought she had been doubled up as far as she could go, but Jack forced her feet another six inches down, past her head, level with her flowing blonde hair.
"That's better," said Brenda. "See?"
She slashed the cane across the bulging mounds of Angie's tits with a force that beat another thin red line into the flesh.
"Eeeegghhhh!" Angie screamed. Then she looked up at the dreadful cock. Some of the cum had dried on it now, leaving a white-encrusted film, and she gagged at the thought of letting that into her mouth.
"Suck his cock now or I won't let you suck it until you beg me," said Brenda, with a hard, gloating tone in her voice.
Angie whimpered. She looked at the cane, looked up at the cock above her mouth, and she knew she couldn't do it. However hard they beat her, she couldn't give in and take that thing in her mouth. She burst into tears.
"Stupid little cunt," said Brenda.
Her arm swept up and the cane crashed across Angie's tits with double the force she had used before. Brenda didn't wait now. The cane went up again, and Angie's screams became continuous as the thin wood beat her tits mercilessly. The agony from each blow spread like jolts of lightning, tearing at her, leaving her weeping and begging for mercy.
But there wasn't any mercy. Brenda started to whip one tit at a time. She increased the blows, bouncing the bulging tit flesh around until Angie sobbed and choked, her begging eyes flicking back and forth between the cane and the cock inches above her mouth. The cane whipped another red line into her right tit.
Jack leaned down over her, his face mocking, his cock stiff and hard, ready to rape her mouth.
"She's being a stubborn little cunt," he said, and pressed Angie's legs another couple of inches downward.
"Sure is," said Brenda, slashing Angie's left tit with two rapid strokes.
Angie moaned and her head rolled as the pain surged through her. Her tits were crimson now, one mass of whipped flesh.
"If you don't take my cock in on the count of three," said Jack, "you'll get your tits whipped until my cock is hard again."
Angie opened her eyes and stared at his huge prick through a haze of tears and pain.
"One," said Jack, and Angie leaped against the ropes, screaming as Brenda whipped her. "Two."
Brenda whipped again, clouding Angie's mind further.
"Three!"
Angie screamed as Brenda put all the strength of her arm into the blow. Angie's tits bounced and pulsed as the cane at into them.
"Well, well, well," said Jack with a grin. "She sure loves to get whipped."
He leaned down on his young wife's legs and waited while Brenda slashed into her tits.
"Please, please!" Angie screamed in utter agony as the cane laid into her.
"What the fuck is the little cunt talking about?" said Jack as Angie bounced around on the table, screaming with pain. "Does my cock look hard to you, Brenda?"
"Nope," said Brenda, whipping Angie hard. "And it's all her fault, because she won't suck it. She deserves everything she gets."
With a fury that almost sent Angie into a dead faint, Brenda slashed her tits, whipping up over the bruised, crimson flesh, line by line, up over the nipples to the top and then down. She concentrated on Angie's nipples each time.
Angie's screams had sunk to a low moan with sudden yells at intervals. She had to do something to stop the pain and there was only one way. In a nightmare of agony she opened her mouth, but Jack didn't slide his cock in. He pushed down on her legs and laughed.
"Beg for it, cunt," he said.
Angie felt another lash on her tits. "Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, let me do it!" Instantly shame overwhelmed her. She broke into more tears.
"What do you want to do, little girl?" asked her evil husband. His mocking face hung above the bound woman.
"S-s-aaaagghhhh, ohhhh help!" Angie moaned. "S-s-suck your cock!"
"Now that's not very good," said Jack. "Try again."
"Oh, don't make me, don't, d-aaaagghh, ohhhh!" Angie tossed on the table as the pain shot to unbelievable heights. "Please let me suck you!"
"Suck my what?" Jack demanded, his voice impatient and hard.
"Please, please let me suck your cock!" Angie screamed.
Angie slobbered as she looked up at the rampant monster cock she had to take in her mouth. As he slid it to her lips, Angie's fingers touched her pussy lips. The electric shock of pleasure that shot out of the contact made her gasp.
Now, with the head of Jack's cock just inside her lips, Angie felt herself wanting to do it again. It made the pain so much easier to take.
"Suck," her husband commanded.
Angie opened her mouth and let him slide another few inches in. The dried cum came off, washed away instantly by saliva that was suddenly flowing very freely. As the cane landed on her tits once more, Angie let her scream beat into the cock fucking her face and her fingers went back to her throbbing cunt lips again.
He fucked into her mouth, beating the cockhead right to the entrance to her throat. The throbbing cock filled her mouth, beat into her cheeks, then pulled back until just the great cir- cumcised cock head was inside her lips.
"Suck it, bitch!" Jack ordered. "Lick it, make it feel good."
He waited, his hands pressing her legs down.
Angie, lost in her nightmare, did as she was told. She sucked the prickhead, felt it jump and twitch with excitement. Her fingers rubbed at the hardening bud of her clit, and she struggled to get her hands to the hole of her pussy. But the bonds on her hands wouldn't let her go that far. All she could touch was her clit, and she rubbed at it in a fury. The harder she rubbed, the easier the pain in her tits got. Slowly the pleasure shooting out from her opening pussy mingled with the pain, rising, soaring until she was not sure which was which.
Jack fucked his cock deep into her throat once more, and Angie gagged as she tried to take it. But her mouth wouldn't open, and however hard he pushed, the cock lodged and stuck. He grunted and eased it back.
"I'll teach you, cunt," he promised. "You'll learn to take it all in, right to the balls."
Then he pulled out of her mouth and Angie moaned suddenly.
"Do you think my cock is hard enough?" Jack asked, walking over to Brenda.
She stopped whipping Angie and slid her hand over the rock-hard cock.
Angie gasped and moaned on the table. Her fingers tried to hold her slippery clit and rub it harder, but she couldn't move her fingers enough. She saw Brenda squeeze Jack's cock, testing it. The agony in Angie's tits rolled over her body. She looked down at her tortured tits, and they were terrible to see, red lines beaten into one crimson mass.
"Nah," said Brenda, "that's not hard enough. She'll have to do more."
Angie screamed. She looked at the cane as Brenda raised it over her tits again. Angie ran her tongue over her lips, watching the thin birch, moaning as it trembled.
Jack slid his cock back into her-mouth, and Angie gave a groan as the hard fuck-rod sank deep and throbbed with that overpowering male domination. She was helpless.
Then Brenda whipped her sore tits again. The renewed agony was sharper than before. Angie could feel each line of the cane as it thrashed into her. She clutched at her pussy.
"Shit," said Brenda, "the cunt's gonna come and you ain't even fucked her yet."
Jack laughed. "Told you," he said. "Gimme a week, maybe less." He leaned down over his wife as she struggled in the grip of the ropes. "Now that's very bad, what you're doing, isn't it?"
Angie could hardly hear him through the raging torrent of her agony and lust.
"Your mother told you not to play with yourself, didn't she?" Jack said.
"Y-yes," Angie sobbed. She didn't know what she was doing anymore. Her tits thrust up to meet the cane suddenly. Her fingers rubbed her clit with a rising demand, and her mouth sucked at the cock as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
"So you certainly need to be punished for doing such a wicked thing, don't you?" Jack asked his rolling, screaming wife.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes!" Angie screamed. She arched up as far as the ropes would let her. Her tits rolled under the cane. Suddenly her throat muscles opened and Jack sank his cock effortlessly into her throat.
"Oh, fuck," he said in surprise. "Ohhhh, fuck!"
He leaned on Angie's legs, pumping his prick into her, watching her thrash and moan on the table. Angie sucked the massive shaft of cock meat. Her throat muscles convulsed round it. Her fingers slipped over her wet clit and the first burst of an orgasm shattered inside her.
She had never had one before, hadn't even been told what they were, but she knew. The beat of the come burst like starshells in her guts. She screamed, took the cock deeper into her throat and sucked on it until Jack was yelling and fucking her mouth.
"You little cunt!" he bellowed. "You were supposed to get me hard, not bring me off. I'll get you for this, I'll get you!"
Angie didn't care anymore. The cane on her tits beat down in perfect time to the rising beat of her orgasm. The orgasm washed over her, pulse after pulse, rising with the beat of the cane and the ramming thrust of the cock in her mouth. She worked her clit, moaning into the hard prick meat as it rammed deeper into her throat and his balls slapped into her chin.
Then, as the first jet of Jack's cum hit the back of her mouth, Angie climaxed in a burst that almost threw the table over. Screaming with lust, she swallowed the cum. Another hot blast of sperm splattered into her throat, and another, until her mouth was full and she had to swallow again and again.
Jack was yelling at her, telling her she was a whore, a cunt, a bitch that was -going to pay for messing up his plans, but Angie didn't care. At each shot of cum, her climax burst anew, rising with the flow of scalding white sperm and then falling with it as it tapered off.
Brenda lashed her tits, waiting for each jump of Jack's hips as he pumped more cum into his wife's mouth. And Angie tossed to each blow, her tits heaving up against the ropes.
Jack groaned and he sank down over Angie's face, his cock dribbling the last drops of white jism into Angie's throat.
Brenda slowed and then stopped the cane, and Angie moaned as she sank back onto the tabletop, her mouth still full of Jack's slowly softening cock, her fingers slowly playing with her pussy, ber mind swirling out of confusion and sinking peacefully into a bliss she had never known before.
Now, the euphoria was gone.
Angie lay miserably on the tabletop, the pain from her bound body and whipped tits returning. She wept bitterly for her lost innocence.
Chapter 5
"Oh please, Jack, please," Angie moaned. She looked up at where her brutal husband was sitting on a chair and taking a cigarette out. "Let me go, I'll be good, I won't tell anybody, honesfly" Jack laughed and put his arm round Brenda as she sat on his knee. "Don't worry, darling, you ain't gonna tell anybody."
"No, I won't, I won't," Angie promised. "Please let me go!"
She strained against the ropes. Her whole body ached, and her make-up had run all over her face from her weeping. Her hair was a mess and her once pristine tits were now a mass of red, bruised flesh. Her legs hurt particularly badly. It was as if there was a hot iron burning into the backs of her knees.
Suddenly Candy came back in.
"How do you like my traveling clothes?" Candy asked, posing as she held up the tray she carried.
Candy was dressed in thigh-high black boots and a one-piece black dress. The hem of the dress ended above the boot tops, so that several inches of her creamy thigh flesh were exposed. At the neck, a bright silver zip had been pulled down until Candy's small, firm tits were almost revealed. The dress fit her like a second skin, exposing every luscious curve of her young body.
"You look great kid,' said Jack, sliding his hand over Brenda's tits. "But you just missed a great party."
"The fuck I did," said Candy, setting the tray down. ''About the only thing we got left was that fuckin' wedding cake. And the champagne's almost flat. So, what did I miss?"
"My lovely wife came," said Jack. "Rubbed her little cunt until she came. She sucked me off when I just told her to get me hard, and when I was pissing sperm down her throat, she swallowed every drop and came with every swallow."
"Wellll," said Candy, strolling over to the bound wife, "I will have to see how she did it. Rub your pussy, cunt."
"N-no, I won't!" Angie spat. "I won't do it, they made me, I won't."
"Welllll," said Candy softly, running her fingers over Angie's whipped tits. "Look what they had to do to you." She pinched Angie's nipple until the lashed tit flesh burned, and Angie wept with the pain. "You' don't want more of that, do you?"
Angie sobbed as Candy slowly walked around the table, keeping her fingers on Angie's tit. Then she walked down, dragging her fingernails down the sobbing wife's flesh. Angie gave a low scream as the nails rasped red lines down her stomach and into the top of her curly mass of blonde cunt hair.
"Now, show me," Candy whispered, her nails poised over Angie's cunt.
Angie lifted her head, looked down at her spread thighs and her hands tied right over her cunt.
Candy smiled nastily at her as she reached up and slid the zip of her dress down a little farther. "Show me, shit-face!"
Angie gasped, but her mind had been made up. "No!" she screamed. "I won't!"
Slowly Candy rasped her nails into Angie's cunt hair, down, inch by agonizing inch, until the red nails were working over Angie's clit.
"No!" Angie screamed. "No, I won't!"
"Slow fuckin' learner, Jack," said Candy Suddenly she dug her nails in hard.
"Aaaaa!" Angie moaned.
The pain wasn't as bad as the whip, but Candy's nails dug deep into her cunt flesh, drag- ging it out as the relentless girl pulled her nails away. Angie groaned, her head tossing against the edge of the table.
Candy reached back down, ran her nails in on either side of Angie's throbbing little clit again until Angie was moaning and tossing. Then she pulled. Angie screamed louder now. Each pull on the swollen bud of her clit dragged pain up the sensitive length until it burst as Candy's nails lost their grip.
"Show me," Candy whispered. She slid the zipper on her dress even farther down and slid her hand inside.
As her head fell back, Angie could see that Brenda was already climbing onto Jack's cock, her lascivious little thighs spread as her cunt swallowed the monster to the hilt. She lifted one leg in an incredible show of athletic ability and - swung it past Jack's face. As she did so, she pivoted so that both of the could see the show Candy was putting on for them.
"Aaaaghhhooohhhhh!" Angie moaned as Candy pulled her long fingernails up the swollen, hurting bud of her clit. "Please stop!"
"You know," said Brenda thoughtfully as she slowly rolled on Jack's cock, "I never got my butt whipped because of her. I think I should get sucked off as you do it, don't you, Jack?" She reached back, leaning in to kiss him.
"Sounds good to me," said Jack cheerfully. "But then I gotta fuck her. We've pissed around for long enough."
"Sure," said Candy, pulling her nails up Angie's throbbing clit. "You leave this end to me. If this little cunt sees sense and works her own pussy, I'll suck you, Jack. If she doesn't, well, we'll have to get very nasty, won't we?"
Brenda climbed off Jack's cock sending it bouncing as it flipped out of her cunt. He moved with her and leaned over his wife.
"Now you know how much I love to get sucked," he whispered in Angie's ear. "So if you're a good little girl and do as daddy says, then all you'll get is fucked. If you don't, then things will get just as bad as they were last time."
Angie moaned as Candy dragged her nails over her cunt. Angie's clit was a seething mass of pain now, and each drag of Candy's nails made it worse.
"So, be a good little girl and suck Brenda while I give her what she should have had earlier," Jack said. "Or do you want to know what it's like to have that cane on your pussy?", "No! You can do what you like to me and I won't give in! I won't!" She stared up at Jack defiantly, trying not to let him know how badly she hurt, but she couldn't pretend.
As Candy dug her nails into the base of her clit once more and pulled, dragging at the tortured flesh even harder, Angie gave a groan and heaved on the table. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at her implacable husband. "P-please."
He laughed softly. "Do as you're told and you'll be fine."
Angie arched up as far as she could on the table as Candy rasped her nails up her clit. A haze of pain was clouding her eyes as well as her judgment.
"No," she whispered. "No, I won't, I won't."
Jack laughed and stepped back. "Looks like we'll have to persuade you then. Shit, I never had so much trouble taking a cherry before in my life. Get on with it, I'm getting horny for that tight little cunt of yours."
Angie burst into more tears as she heard that.
Brenda stood over her face. In one movement, Brenda slid her tiny slip off and spread her legs on either side of the tied woman's face.
Angie almost choked as the wide lips of Brenda's hot cunt stood inches away from her mouth. The' rank odor of a woman in heat came over Angie, and she could see the pussy juices clinging to the cunt hairs that fringed the throbbing fuck-hole.
As Candy dug her nails in and dragged, Angie's groans became more like screams. Her clit was on fire, the tortured red flesh bursting with agony at each touch. Then she really bucked and screamed as Brenda slid the tip of the cane down between her already brutally whipped tits.
"Feel it," Brenda whispered tauntingly. "Feel how it drags down until it touches Candy's hand. Feel it."
Angie gasped and moaned. She felt every inch of the cane as it pushed down her stomach, leaving a line just as Candy's nails had done. The cane reached her pussy hair and pushed on until Candy took the tip and ran it over Angie's swollen clit.
"Now, how about doing as we want?" Brenda asked.
Angie wept, determined to keep her honor this time. She felt Candy drag her nails over her clit, sliding them around the tip of the cane while Brenda chuckled and spread her legs farther.
"Feel it," said Brenda, working the cane over until it rubbed against Angie's bound fingers.
Angie tried to pull away, but the bonds were too tight. She let her hands go limp as the cane probed around them, and Candy rasped her fingernails up over her clit.
"Fuck!" said Brenda suddenly.
In one movement she raised the cane and slashed it down across Angie's clit. Angie gave a yell of pain and her body tightened against the ropes. Her fingers spread as the agony surged down her arms, and her legs shook and tried to pull back over her head.
"Suck me, or I'll do it again!" Brenda threatened.
Angie felt Candy's nails digging back into her clit. The combined pain was now getting to the point where she wasn't sure she could hang on.
Brenda just laughed and the cane slashed down. Angie's scream echoed around the bare room.
Candy had her fingers at the base of Angie's clit and Angie moaned. The nails dug deeper each time, dragging over the red flesh until they popped off the end and clicked slightly as they snapped together. As the fingers slipped off, Brenda slashed the cane downwards. She was a good shot. Each time, the thin wood laned right across Angie's desperately throbbing clit.
"Aaagghhh!" Angie screamed, her arms and legs straining to get free. "You'll kill me, you'll kill me!"
Jack laughed, and Angie saw him as her head fell farther back and she could see through Brenda's parted thighs. He was standing a few feet back, his hand slowly rubbing up and down the hard shaft of his cock. In his other hand he curled his belt, swinging it slowly around.
"We ain't gonna kill you, bitch," he said, grinning down at her. "How would we have fun if we did that? No, we wanna have all the fun in the world with you, and we're gonna. Now, I hate to rub my own cock, kinda pisses me off. So why don't you be a good little girl and give Brenda a nice long suck and rub your pussy like Candy wants?"
Brenda lashed Angie's pussy once more.
As the agony exploded and surged from her beaten cunt, Angie was almost ready to give in. But she looked up at Brenda's pussy hole, open, ready for her mouth-and she knew she couldn't. She couldn't do anything as perverted as suck another woman. It had been bad enough submitting to Jack, and this would be ten times worse.
"Don't, don't," she moaned helplessly. "Don't make me do it, don't, please!"
The nails slid off her clit and the cane beat down. Angie's thighs trembled as her clit ex- ploded. A tide of agony surged over Angie, and she groaned with the knowledge that she couldn't hold out much longer.
"Hey, look!" screamed Brenda. "The little cunt's pissing all over the place."
She slashed the cane down and Angie burst out in hysterical floods of tears as she realized Brenda was right. She hadn't been allowed to go to the bathroom since the metal cock had knocked her out, and her bladder wouldn't hold under the torture she was getting.
She screamed in helpless agony as the stream of piss flowed out of her cunt, staining her white dress as it ran down the crack of her ass and onto the tabletop.
"Cunt, cunt!" Brenda yelled, the cane lashing fiercely down on Angie's flowing pussy. In a fury of strange lust, Brenda kept whipping Angie's clit until the last of the piss was gone, all soaked into her white bridal dress.
Angie wanted to crawl into a hole and vanish. She wanted to die right there on the table. She looked up at Brenda's cunt, still hovering above her and thought that she couldn't sink any lower.
"Now look, shit," said Brenda, whipping Angie's clit. "I've had enough. You suck my pussy and finger your fucking cunt or I'll piss all over you.
To show that she meant business, Brenda spread her legs even farther and pulled the lips of her pussy wide apart. The hole that all the stale piss would come out of was only inches from her mouth, and Angie realized that Brenda was quite prepared to piss all over her face.
Candy laughed and her fingers dug into Angie's clit, but they weren't needed. With a moan of surrender, Angie reached up and licked the wet surface of Brenda's cunt.
"Hoooo, hooooo!" Brenda gasped. She took her hands away and spread her thighs even wider until she was rubbing her wet cunt over Angie's helpless mouth. "And your cunt," she ordered.
Angie gave in. She ran her fingers over her beaten and cut clit and that burst of pleasure came out instantly. She sobbed at yet another betrayal. She couldn't have held out any longer. And just the thought of Brenda pissing on her face was worse than anything else she might have to do.
She licked over the slick surface of Brenda's cunt. Brenda leaned down, her legs spread, her pussy right over Angie's mouth. Angie couldn't work out what she was doing until she saw Jack standing behind them. Candy was with him, her knees on the floor as she took his huge cock in-to her willing mouth and he lined up the belt on Brenda's heaving ass.
Angie stared at the belt. If he swung it wrong, she would get hit in the face. The prospect was terrifying, but she couldn't stop now. She closed her eyes and licked at the throbbing wet clit-flesh at her mouth.
"Suck it in!" Brenda yelled. "Suck it into your mouth. Come on, you shit!"
Angie tried to breathe through her nose, though even that was partly stopped up by the heaving, rubbing flesh of Brenda's cunt. Brenda's dark pussy hair was soaked, and it ran into Angie's mouth at each pass of Brenda's thighs.
Then Jack swung his belt. It cracked into Brenda's ass and she screamed, and her cunt was forced down onto Angie's face, cutting off all Angie's air supply.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!" Brenda moaned. "Oooohhh, whip me, whip me, Jack!"
Her pussy juices ran into Angie's mouth and Angie wondered if Brenda's piss would have been any worse. Brenda's tits rubbed on her tummy and her hot breath ran over Angie's fingers as she worked her red clit.
"Whip me, come on, Jack!"
Jack whipped his cousin again, the belt soaring through the air and cutting wide red marks on her willing ass. Brenda screamed with joy and her ass frantically thrust up and down as she waited for the next blow. When it came, Brenda almost thrust her whole cunt inside Angie's mouth as she bucked and heaved.
"Bite me!" she yelled at Angie. "Bite me, bite me till I come!"
By now Angie was drifting. Her fingers were working the magic on her clit and the pain of all the whipping and fucking she had gotten was fading in the slowly rising surge of pleasure. Still she fought it, but it came on, and soon it would overwhelm her.
She moaned as she allowed Brenda to force her cunt into her mouth. The powerful female smell worked into Angie's senses, sending her mind reeling with that awful mixture of lust and disgust. Without really knowing it, Angie sucked Brenda's clit into her mouth and closed her teeth around the pulsing bud.
"Aaaiiiieeee!" Brenda screamed. Her cunt beat against Angie's mouth. "Harder," she demanded. "Bite me harder!"
Angie bit the rolling, wet flesh. Suddenly it dawned on her that this could be her revenge for the nails on her pussy. With a surge of anger, she bit hard, heard Brenda scream and heave her wet flesh back down on her mouth. Angie heard the slap of Jack's belt, felt Brenda's cunt go crazy. Harder she bit, and the belt whipped in once more.
Brenda was coming. Her screams rang around the room and her cunt poured juices into Angie's mouth. Angie let them run down her throat as she bit and chewed at the red cunt flesh. She wanted to hurt Brenda, but everything she did drove the little whore crazier and higher.
Jack whipped the belt into Brenda's ass, harder and faster until his cousin was howling and bucking, her pussy ramming over Angie's face, her tits rubbing on the bound girl's stomach.
Angie opened her eyes. She saw Jack, swinging the belt over his head as he lined it up for the next blow to Brenda's red-hot ass. She saw Candy kneeling, her mouth running up and down the length of Jack's swollen cock shaft.
Candy held his prick, played with it, and even Angie could see that she wasn't going to make him come. That cock was going ram into Angie's innocent young cunt next, and she shuddered to think about it.
"Eeeeekkkkoooorrrr!" Brenda yelled as her cunt throbbed and the belt beat delicious lines into her willing ass. "Ohhhh fuckkkk, that's good. Ohhh, yealih, yeahhhh! Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
But Angie didn't notice. She had been terribly close to another disgusting orgasm when Brenda gave a moan of utter lust and sank her mouth onto Angie's cunt.
Angie screamed, tried to struggle. There was another woman sucking her cunt! But Brenda's tongue sank deep into her pussy and her lips formed a circle over her throbbing clit.
Angie pulled her fingers away and Brenda went berserk on her pussy. Her mouth sucked the throbbing bud right in while her teeth held it in place and rubbed on it, sending explosions of lust over the young bride's body.
Angie's muffled screams joined Brenda's now-almost inaudible yells as the two of them came together. Angie lost her head. Her tongue worked inside Brenda's hot little cunt just as Brenda was doing to her. She sucked and bit at the heaving flesh, her eyes now wide open as she watched the belt crash in on Brenda's hot ass.
Each time, it landed only inches from Angie's nose, but she didn't notice even that now. The red glow from Brenda's ass seemed to burst out with each powerful stroke. The flashes of come soared higher while Brenda sucked Angie's still virgin cunt between her lips and played with it, sending the young girl into climax.
Their voices muffled in each other's pussy, the girls screamed and heaved, coming in bursts of exploding ecstasy, again and again, until Brenda gave a low moan and fell across Angie's body, her breath ragged, her tits heaving on Angie's stomach.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she murmured.
Angie's head swam. She had given in again and now the wet patch of her piss as it soaked through her wedding gown ran up the lower part of her back and reminded her of how disgusting she'd been. She began to cry once more, the shame welling up. But there was something else, a hunger, a deep desire she had never felt before. Her cunt tingled, and her whole body ached.
She saw Jack slowly and reluctantly pull his cock out of Candy's sucking mouth. Candy moaned and tried to pull it back in.
"Stop that, cunt," he said with a grin. "I gotta fuck my wife now. Haven't you got any regard for the sanctity for marriage?"
Candy rolled back on the floor, her short black dress up over her thighs, exposing her black silk panties. She giggled helplessly.
"Oh, but sir," she said. "You must have some help. We shall have to make sure you fuck her properly, won't we?"
Jack grinned. "I'm sure you will do a wonderful job," he said.
Candy grinned again and reached up for his cock. He pulled away and came over to where Brenda was still lying on top of Angie, her chest heaving as she came down from the climax.
Jack walked back to where Brenda's face lay inches from Angie's cunt.
"Okay," he said. "I'll have two witnesses that I consummated this marriage. That should do."
Angie tried to fight her way back to sanity through the fog of desperate emotions that overwhelmed her.
Chapter Six
Angie strained against her bonds. "Please, Jack," she begged, "let me free, please, it hurts!" Her relentless husband stood over her, his huge cock stiff and ready to take her innocent cherry. "I'll be good, really I will."
"Oh, fuck, Jack, let her up," said Candy. "I can't stand the stink of her piss any longer." She was standing close to Angie's head, her legs spread, her fingers playing softly with the lips of her own hungry pussy.
"Oh, if that's all," said Jack, "we can deal with that!"
Angie screamed as he reached in and took handfuls of her torn wedding dress. He heaved and the material parted, tearing damply over the areas that were still wet with her piss. With a giggle, Brenda joined in, ripping at the white lace around Angie's tits.
"Oh, no, no, please," Angie moaned.
The three of them pulled, ripping sections of the dress off until Angie was sobbing with new desperation. Jack viciously heaved at what was left of her lovely wedding clothes, dragging them painfully out from under her back.
She lay there, still bound, with her legs pinned over her head and her arms out at full length. Now she was stripped to the torn slip that partly covered her waist, and her stockings.
"There now," said Jack, "that takes care of the piss. Now let me get on and fuck my wife. I want a little respect for her, please. This is an important moment."
"Oh, Jack, please," Angie begged. "Please, make them leave. This should be special, shouldn't it, just between husband and wife?"
Jack roared with laughter. "Of course it's special," he said. "And I want to share it with my two cousins. After all, they are family."
Angie wept and closed her eyes. Suddenly she felt the first touch of Jack's cock against the lips of her pussy.
With a jerk, she pulled her head up and stared past her whipped tits to where his monster cock was poised to fuck into her helpless cunt.
Jack grinned at her, slowly running his stiff prick over her well-lubricating pussy lips. Slowly he pushed it until it was straining at the tight entrnace, thrusting the soft flesh aside.
"Now beg me to fuck you," he said. "I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't like."
She rolled and stared up at Brenda beseechingly, but Brenda was in a nasty mood.
"Beg me to whip your tits now, three strokes," Brenda said with an evil grin. "Or I'll whip them the whole time Jack's fucking you.
And, shit, he's come so much he'll probably fuck you for hours." To make it all clearer, she ran the hard line of the cane over Angie's throbbing nipples.
Jack laughed and shoved his cock at Angie's cuntal entrance. The pussy lips stretched and Angie shuddered at the brutal invasion. She stared in horror at the cane, remembering only too well the agony it gave.
"Well, what's it to be, little pisser?" asked Brenda. She ran the cane down the curve of Angie's tits, stroking them, waiting.
"Shit," said Jack, "she sure takes her time. Hurry up, my lovely wife. Three strokes now or the works. I wanna get on with it."
He rammed his cock an inch into Angie's cunt. It forced the delicate cunt walls apart, sending darts of agony up Angie's legs. And then his cock head came up against the tight drum of her cherry. Angie screamed and wept, but she had to make a decision. It was an obvious one, but still she hesitated.
"Fuck this," said Brenda. "She gets the-" "No, no, whip me, please whip my tits!" Angie screamed, coming to her senses very suddenly. Her glazed eyes looked up at Brenda as the little whore raised the thin birch and held it poised over Angie's taut tit mounds.
"One!" said Brenda, bringing the thin rod down sharply.
Angie's scream rang around the room as she begged them to stop. Her tit flesh bounced over her rib cage, another thin red line joining the crimson mass of pain.
"Two!" said Brenda, and the cane lashed across the red and bruised tit flesh once more.
Angie's yell of agony suddenly changed as Jack rammed his cock back to the edge of her cherry drum. He held it there as his agonized, screaming wife bucked on the table, her mouth open, her eyes staring at the tip of the cane.
"Three!" said Brenda, and her arm swept down viciously.
Angie almost couldn't scream. As the cane lashed into her tits, Jack rammed his cock in harder. For a second her cherry stretched and then, with a shudder that shook her entire body, it gave. Pain soared out from her cunt, driving the agony from her beaten tits higher. She looked and saw that Jack had almost half his rampant prick in her cunt. Her virginity was gone. He had consummated their marriage.
"There now," said Brenda. "That's a good little girl. We'll make you as good as we are with a little practice."
Then, to Angie's growing horror, she bent down and her soft lips caressed the red flesh of Angie's beaten tits.
At the same moment, Jack fucked his cock deeper into Angie's cunt. The agony sent the young bride heaving on the table. Angie moaned in disgust. Fucking was even worse than she had imagined it to be. The idea that people could like such a degraded thing was beyond her. Jack slowly pulled his stiff cock shaft back until only the cock head was inside his wife's cunt.
"Yup," he said. "Got your cherry that time."
Angie moaned and tried to hide her head. She didn't need to see the blood on the hard shaft, she knew how brutally she had been skewered.
Jack rammed back into Angie's cunt. "Fuck, she's tight," he said. "Gonna be a damn good lay when she's broken in. That's right, baby, feel my cock, go on, feel it!"
Angie had kept her bound hands as far away from the invading prick as she could, but now she reached down and let the iron-hard cockshaft run through her fingers. She knew what to expect if she didn't. Inwardly she flinched at the slimy prick as it raped her cunt, but she let her hands stay there, working over his rampant fucker "Well, now it's my turn for a suck," said Candy.
Angie looked up with more terror. She saw the black boots spread on either side of her face and then Candy was standing over her, the wet lips of her pussy close to Angie's mouth.
With a grin Candy slid the leather skirt up to her waist, holding it there while her hips swayed over Angie's nose.
"Get on with it," she ordered.
Angie's head spun. Jack started a long slow fucking, ramming his cock to the hilt at each pass and holding his swollen cockhead just inside her cunt at the top of each stroke. He gave a low grunt of pleasure as he forced his way in again. But Angie was hardly aware of him anymore.
Her eyes looked up at Candy's spread thighs and the dark mass of pussy hair, slicked down from the fucking Candy had done. She had to suck it, she knew that, and there was no way out. Suck cunt or get whipped, they were the only choices she had. Her mind a swirling mass of fear, she reached up and kissed the damp pussy flesh above her.
"That's better," said Candy.
She spread her legs wider and settled down over Angie's face. The hot wet clit forced its way into Angie's mouth and she groaned as she sucked at it. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that she would be reduced to this.
Then Brenda tweaked her nipples and Angie rolled and twisted on the table. Her long blonde hair flowed almost to the floor as she licked and sucked at Candy's demanding pussy.
Jack fucked her cunt, in and out, the pistoning cock rod jerking her body up and down on the hard wooden surface. Tears flowed down Angie's innocent face, rubbing into the flesh of Candy's thighs.
"Suck me, bitch," Candy demanded.
She leaned over the bound girl, pushing down on her legs and getting a moan of pain from Angie as her knee tendons stretched. The smooth leather of Candy's dress scraped over Angie's sensitive nipples and the first thrill of a new orgasm tore into the helpless girl.
"Oh, God," Angie gasped.
The last thing she wanted to do was betray herself again. She tried to concentrate on suck- ing Candy, just to do as she was told and feel nothing, but it was no use. Suddenly each thrust of her husband's massive cock shaft sent flames burning into her pussy walls. The rasping friction was no longer painful. It spread out, burning her body with its urgent demands.
Above her, Candy gasped and moaned as she spread her legs farther and rubbed her pussy over Angie's face. The little dress had ridden up and was rubbing against Angie's chin, com- ing between her mouth and the cunt she was sucking so urgently. Angie groaned, and Candy grabbed at the black leather, pulling it up to her waist and raming her pussy down viciously until Angie had trouble breathing.
Even that only made the surging desire worse, Angie gasped for breath, but the lust heated up, out of her raped pussy andall over her body. Surges of it worked into her nipples, making them more and more sensitive to the rubbing of Candy's dress.
Brenda reached in and her expert fingers took each swollen tit bud in turn and squeezed it, rolling it until Angie was twisting and moaning on the table, her body rising and struggling with the ropes.
"Little cunt's gonna come," said Brenda. "Fuck her till she begs for mercy, Jack."
He laughed as he rammed his cock into his young bride again. "It won't be mercy she's begging for soon," he promised. "Come on, you little cunt, let me see you go out of your mind-come on!"
Angie closed her eyes and wept. She couldn't stop the orgasm from rising. Every time Jack fucked his prick into her pussy, it grew, growing until she was praying to be spared the dreadful admission that they could make her climax.
Brenda's fingers on her tits only added to her desperation. The experienced fingers pulled and caressed her nipples until the helpless girl was gasping at each touch, and her tits thrust wantonly for more.
"Come on, shit-face," said Brenda with a chuckle. "I wanna see you come. Come on, scream, you bitch, or I'll whip your tits again."
Angie lost her last shred of control. The stiff, throbbing cock in her cunt, the slippery pussy rubbing over her face and the fingers on her tits had driven her out of her mind. Her guttural screams rang out as her body convulsed on the table. The crashing orgasm broke.
Her fingers grabbed for the invading cock, scratching at it as it fucked in and out. Her mouth sucked at Candy's hot, spasming pussy as the flowing juices ran into her mouth and over her face.
"Ohhhh, shit," Candy gasped. Her leather dress was around her waist as she bent forward, her legs trembling as Angie sucked her off. "I'm coming!"
The beautiful redhead spread her long legs even wider as she came, ramming Angie's head into the edge of the table.
Angie's cunt exploded as Jack rammed his cock in and yelled with the force of his lust. The huge fuck-rod pistoned in, sending explosions of orgasm from the delicate walls of her pussy. As the crashing explosions of ecstasy rolled over her, she sucked Candy's hot little clit right into her mouth and clamped her teeth over it. Then she bit down hard, hearing the sudden scream of lust from the depraved little redhead.
"Ohhhhh, you fucking bitch!" Candy screamed. "Oh, yeahhhh, bite me, hurt me, come on, ohhhh yeahhh!" And she leaped around, her body heaving into the air and then landing back across Angie's bound tits.
Through the haze of terrible desire, Angie felt her husband's cock start to vibrate. It pulsed, grew in her throbbing pussy until it seemed to fill her spasming body. She felt Jack's body tense, then beat at her cunt as he went out of control. Suddenly the first gush of cum rushed out high in her young pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuuuucckkk!" Jack yelled as his cock splattered white jism into Angie's cunt. He leaned back, his hips beating at her as he came. "Ohhhh, come on you whore, beg for it, beg for it!"
Angie couldn't say much with her mouth so full of Candy's hot wet pussy flesh. Her hands grabbed at Jack's cock as it spat endless ropes of white fuck-juice into her body. The hot slippery jism spread down the heaving shaft of the cock as it ravaged her cunt.
Her fingers got sticky, the cum running all over them and into her palms as she rubbed them over the thrusting cock flesh, too. More of the boiling white goo flowed out of her cunt and into the crack of her ass, and still she couldn't stop coming.
With a final sigh, Candy pulled her cunt off Angie's face and fell back into a chair.
"Shit," she said, and her hands went down to caress her clit, rubbing away the last of the orgasm and the pain of the chewed flesh. "That chick's learning."
Moaning and sobbing, Angie slid off the peak of her orgasm and subsided onto the tabletop.
Chapter 7
As Jack shot the last of his cum-load into her cunt. She couldn't open her eyes and look at them all-she was too ashamed.
Jack grinned at his two cousins. "I think we're making progress" They untied Angie then let her fall to the floor.
The circulation was returning to her legs and arms, and the pain drove her into more sniffles and tears as she looked up at the three of them. She rubbed her wrists and ankles, stretching her muscles to ease her cramped body.
"You beast," she muttered.
"What was that, my dear?" Jack asked, leaning over the table.
"Nothing," said Angie, cringing in fear.
"How about something to eat, my darling?" Jack asked with sarcasm running deep in his voice.
"I'm not hungry," said Angie, trying to sound harsh, but only sounding terrified.
"Suit yourself," said Jack.
The three of them sat down around the table and Candy brought out the food she had managed to find downstairs.
"Well whatdya think, gals?" Jack asked. He had put his pants back on, so Angie didn't have to look at the cock that had raped her so viciously. "Do we stay here the night or do we set out for our honeymoon home?" He grinned at his cowering bride on the floor. "What would you like, darling?"
Angie ignored him. All she could feel was the pain in her whipped ass and tits. Her pussy felt as if it had been split apart and the rest of her body just ached. But it was a strange ache.
There was something sensuous about it, something that made her want to caress her tits, slide her hand down over the red and raw flesh of her clit and make it feel better. She didn't, of course, and she was disgusted that she even felt that way, but the feeling didn't go away. It slowly got worse until Angie's fingers were twitching to get at her young body.
"I dunno," said Candy. She eased the short dress over her stocking tops. "I mean we've got all the equipment there and all, but I dunno."
"I think she should get fucked over her wedding tables, don't you?" said Brenda. "There's a bar just down the street. I bet there are lots of guys there who'd love to kiss the bride. And a lot more. How about that?"
Jack grinned at her. "Yeahhhh," he drawled. "Hey, that's a great idea. How about it, Angie?"
Angie was horrified. She couldn't believe he meant it, but he'd meant every other thing he'd said. "You mean, you'd let other men, d-do what you did to me?" she stammered. Her hands went up over her tits, covering them in a most futile gesture.
"Sure," said Jack with an easy grin. "I mean I get other girls so you should get other men. Lots of them. I'm so good to my wife, don't you think, girls?"
Brenda and Candy laughed as Angie broke into new sobs. Jack got up easily, the cock bulge in the front of his pants growing bigger as he approached his bride. "You get us some guys, Brenda," he said. "You're real good at that. Candy and I'll get her ready for the fun."
"Okay," said Brenda. "I just gotta get dressed."
"Oh, take your time," said Jack. "We gotta get her ready and I bet she doesn't like it, so it may take a little bit."
Brenda grinned and left, lifting her white slip over her head as she left. Angie looked up at Jack as he stood over her, his legs spread, his hands folded.
"Get to your knees," he ordered.
Angie didn't dare protest. Her blonde hair was a mess, knotted and damp with tears, but her tits thrust out as proudly as they had ever done. The red lines over them had melted into one deep crimson mass and somehow it made her look even more alluring. She knelt at his feet, tears running down her face.
"Open my pants," said Jack.
Angie's hands shook as she reached for the zipper of his pants. She slid it down and reached inside without having to be told.
She felt the huge stiff mass of his cock meat and eased it out. Each time she saw his prick, it looked bigger and she couldn't imagine how she had ever taken it into her cunt and mouth.
"Suck it," he said and picked up another cookie.
Angie slowly lowered her mouth and tasted the tip of his monster fuck-pole again. Somehow it seemed familiar, the hardness, the massive swollen cock head, engorged with blood. She let her tongue run over it, licking as she knew he liked. If she was good enough, she wouldn't get whipped again, and that was important to her.
She let her tongue flick over the hard warm surface, then sank it into her mouth until it reached the entrance to her throat. She moaned softly and pushed slowly back and forth, running the cock head just into her throat and back again. Jack put his hands on her head, gulding her.
"Now, my little bride," he said. "You're going to learn to fuck everything I tell you to. Men, women, dildos, anything. Got that?"
Angie felt her blood racing. The disgust in her surged. He was going to degrade her until she was as disgusting as he was. But, somehow there was something else racing through her veins. An excitement, a dreadful desire. She hated herself.
"Got that?" Jack snapped.
"Mmmmmm, yes," Angie whispered as she pulled her mouth away from his cock for a second.
"Good," he said. "Now suck my cock as far as you can and then get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You look a disgrace."
Angie wept more as she slid her mouth over the thrusting cock rod and took it as deep as she could. It fucked about an inch into her throat and stuck there. She couldn't take more of it.
"Come on, you cunt," said Jack.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and rammed his prick into her mouth.
Angie choked and struggled as the thick fucker pushed deeper into her mouth. She felt her throat muscles open, throbbing every inch of the way as the invading cock slid in, deeper and harder until her eyes were bulging and she could hardly breathe.
"Breathe through your nose!" Jack snapped. "I'm staying right there until you do."
Angie struggled with her urge to vomit. The cock was so deep in her throat she felt as if it would reach right into her stomach. Dimly she remembered that she had been able to breathe with it right down her throat before. When she had been coming.
She took a breath through her nose. And then another one. And another, and then it was easier. She felt Jack ease his cock back and then thrust it in again. This time it slid almost without resistance and Jack gave a sigh of contentment.
"That's better, slut," he said. "Now once more and you go get ready."
Angie took the fuck-rod as deep as he wanted to push it.
"Now swallow on it," said Jack. "You better learn that, it's the way I want it."
Angie tried it. It was easier than she thought it would be. She felt her throat convulse around the stiff cock as she tried to swallow it, and Jack gave another great sigh of lust.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh," he said. "You Won't be half bad when you're trained. Now get out."
Brutally, he flung Angie back onto the rough boards of the floor. She gasped and burst into new tears, but Jack ignored her "Take her," he said to Candy. "And any trouble, do what you want."
"Ohhhh, sure," said Candy. She picked up the thin birch and swished it through the air. "I can handle her." She flicked out the cane and Angie screamed as it cut into her upper thighs. "Get those clothes off."
The only things poor Angie had on were the remains of her slip and her stockings. She struggled out of them under Candy's pitiless gaze and waited, trembling.
"Here," said Jack. "We'd better, just in case."
To Angie's horror, he came forward with a length of rope. At one end of it was a noose and he put it around Angie's head until the noose circled her neck.
"There," he said. "If she gives you trouble, just pull."
To illustrate his point, he eased the knot a little closer to Angie's neck. She whimpered, but he just grinned at her "Come on," said Candy, grabbing the rope and leading the terrified Angie out into the cor- ridor. Candy took the weeping girl back to the bathroom and shoved her inside. "You look terrible. You'd better have a shower."
Angie was too cowed to protest. She allowed herself to be put in the stall while Candy turned the water on. It was cold at first and Angie screamed until Candy told her to shut up. Candy gave Angie some soap and told her to get on with it. More miserable than she had ever been in her life, Angie took the soap and washed herself, making sure she got all the blood from the insides of her legs. She heard the toilet flush, but she didn't dare leave the shower.
"Come here!" shouted Candy.
Angie came out of the shower and trembled in the cold. She still had the rope round her neck and that was wet, which added to her discomfort. She stared at Candy as the wanton little whore sat on the toilet, her legs in the air and spread wide.
"Clean my pussy off," she ordered.
Angie looked around for some tissue but snapped back as Candy yelled at her.
"Lick me clean, you cunt," she demanded.
Angie stared at the wide-open thighs. Candy stared back at her, the bud of her clit clearly defined in all her pussy flesh. The dark hair of her cunt triangle was damp with her piss, and she grinned at Angie.
"Come on, fuck-meat," she ordered.
Angie dropped to her knees in her eagerness to avoid more pain. She closed her eyes as she leaned in on Candy's open legs. She could smell the odor of cum and sweat and piss on the damp pussy hair, and her whole body reacted. She almost threw up on the floor.
Candy slashed the cane down over Angie's back and the poor beaten girl jumped and sobbed in pain.
"Suck me now, bitch," Candy snarled, "not next week." She added another stripe to Angie's back.
With a moan of resignation, Angie sank her mouth into the warm wet cunt. Once more it wasn't as bad as she had expected. The smell and taste of Candy's piss were gone almost at once, and Angie found that she was salivating massively to dilute the drops of piss she had to lick up. Candy leaned even farther back on the toilet seat and gave a grunt of lust.
"That's more like it," she said. "Now lick it all over.
To please her terrible mistress, Angie did as she was told. She licked and sucked at the hot flesh, tasting Candy's pussy juices as they flowed out of her cunt.
"Take my clit and bite it," Candy ordered. "And lick all over it."
Angie had forgotten that the two cousins actually got off on pain. She forced herself farther in, pushing her mouth over the hot slick flesh and sucking it between her teeth.
"Ohhhh yeahhh!" Candy gasped, spreading her thighs wider, holding Angie's mouth to her throbbing pussy. "Ohhhh yeahhh, suck it, lick it, ohhhh fuck, bite me, cunt! Bite me!"
Angie bit harder, sawing her teeth across the hard flesh, hearing Candy gasp and moan with delight.
Candy's hips began to thrust out at Angie's face, and Candy's hands tightened around the captive blonde's hair, pulling Angie's face deeper into her demanding cunt.
"Make me come, fuck you!" Candy yelled.
Her fingers rasped through Angie's hair and her legs danced around as the spasms shook her. Screaming and demanding, she held Angie's face to her fuck-hole and tore at the blonde's hair until Angie thought clumps of it were coming out.
"Fuuucckkk!" Candy screamed.
Her hips went wild, her pussy throbbed and twitched and her cuntal juices overflowed into Angie's helpless mouth. Suddenly Candy let go of Angie's hair with one of her hands and lashed the rod over the young bride's back with the other. The cane lashed into Angie's back in time to the pulses of Candy's come. Then she sat there, her legs on either side of the toilet bowl, her eyes glazed.
Angie looked up at her tearfully. Her back ached from the whipping and it wasn't the same ache as she had from her whipped pussy, ass or tits. There was a sensual glow from those, but this was nothing but pain.
"You bitch!" Angie wept. "You bitch, I'll get you for that!"
To her utter surprise, Candy didn't lash out at her. Instead an alinost idiotic grin spread over the redhead's features. She pulled Angie's head close to her by the rope round her neck.
"Yeah," she whispered to Angie. "If you're good enough, you might, you just might. Now get the fuck up. We gotta get you dressed."
Angie shivered as she climbed back to her feet. She hadn't dried after her shower, and, indeed, the shower was still running. Candy switched it off and pulled Angie out of the bathroom, throwing her a small towel as she did.
As she pulled the helpless blonde down the corridor, Angie tried to dry as much of herself as she could, but it wasn't much. Candy pulled her into the room Angie had used before the wedding to dress in, and there Angie found another horror.
Jack was standing by the table, all of Angie's sweet little nothings for her honeymoon laid out before him.
"Do her hair," he said without looking up.
Roughly, Candy pulled Angie to the mirror and made her sit down. Angie had stopped crying by this time. She didn't know if she would even be able to cry again, she was so exhausted. She slumped in the chair and let Candy work on her hair. Angie stared at herself in the mirror as Candy added some make-up. In a few more minutes, Candy stepped back.
"Whatdaya think, Jack?" she asked.
"Oh, yessss," Jack said softly.
Angie looked at her reflection and saw herself for the first time as the beauty she was. Her flowing blonde hair, framing her flawless face. Her wide blue eyes, her soft, sensuous mouth, high cheek bones and long neck just added to the picture. Her naked tits, whip marks and all, still thrust boldly out from her rib cage above the slim waist. From there her swelling hips and tight ass led to the shapely legs that had driven more than one man crazy with lust. But none of them had touched her. Before today. She wondered if it was the same girl who had said "I do" so recently.
"Well now," said Jack. "What do we put on her?"
She was forced to put on several outfits before Jack settled on some purple high-heeled slippers she had, and a lacy baby-doll nightie with matching panties.
"Sheeeeit, yeahhh," he said. "You look good enough to fuck for a week."
Angie caught herself in the mirror. She was ashamed of having to parade in front of Candy like this, but she could hardly take her eyes off her own body. Her long, shapely legs led irresistibly upward to the hem of the nightie, just hiding the edge of the matching panties. Above that, her wonderful tits pushed the thin material of the nightie outward until it looked as if they might burst the seams. She was ashamed and exhilarated at the same time.
"Okay," said Jack. "Now come with us."
Angie followed him, trembling. They went back along the corridor she had last walked with the metal dildo in her ass. At the head of the stairs, she stopped to take in the scene of the deserted bridal hall. Only a few hours before it had been packed with her well-wishers and family. Now it was strewn with paper and other trash, and the ruins of the buffet and wedding cake lay on the central table. The whole place echoed with emptiness.
Jack led her down the staircase. There were people laughing and talking. Then footsteps and more laughing, men's voices and squeals of delight from Brenda. Then the inner doors were flung open and Brenda came in. She had obviously been drinking-and she had four men with her.
Chapter 8
"Oh no," Angie whispered. Suddenly what Jack had said was real. He was going to make her fuck all these men. She shrank back into the seat and stared at them in utter terror.
They all looked like construction workers-big, hefty men, muscles bulging out of their shirts. They had all been drinking and their eyes lit up as they saw the lovely bride huddled in her chair. They stopped and looked her over.
"There she is," said Brenda. "Good as new, or almost." She giggled. "What do you think?"
"Wow," said one of the men. He was tall, well over six feet and good looking with fair hair. He came closer, looking at Angie uncertainly.
"And she's all yours," said Jack, coming forward. "Fuck her." He turned and left, winking at Candy as he passed her on the stairs.
"Fuck," said another of the men. He was shorter, but had even more muscles than the first. He too came forward, staring at Angie all the time.
"Jack!" Angie screamed.
She leaped out of the chair and ran for the stairs. None of the men tried to stop her, but Jack turned and met her, walking back down until she collapsed in a heap at his feet.
"Jack, please don't, please, I'll be good! I'll do anything you want, but don't make me do that, please!" Angie sobbed.
Jack laughed. "Come on, guys," he said. "Come get her."
"No!" Angie screamed and tried to climb up past her terrible husband.
With another laugh he tripped her with his foot and shoved her back down the stairs. It was only a few steps and Angie landed in a crumpled heap at the feet of the four men. Her baby-doll nightie was up around her waist and only her semi-transparent panties protected her blonde pussy from their stares.
"Shit," one of them breathed. He was medium height and the only one of them wearing glasses. "That's some pair of tits, she's got." He reached out and ran his hands inside the neck of Angie's nightie. "Ohhhhh, yeahhh," he grunted, grabbing at her sore tit-mounds. "What the fuck?" he said, looking at the crimson-whipped tit flesh.
"Yeah," said Jack lightly. "She's a stupid little bitch sometimes, still needs some training."
"Leave me alone," Angie wept.
She struggled up and tried to get the nightie to fit back over her ass. The man hauled her up and crushed her to his chest.
Angie struggled and sobbed, but she had no chance against the iron-hard muscles. The man held her with one hand and pulled at the neck of her nightie with the other. The material parted at once and he ripped until both her luscious tits were bare.
"Ohhhhh fuck me gently," he said. Holding Angie by the arm, he ran his rough hands over her tits, pinching the nipples until she was moaning in pain. "Ohhhh, I gotta fuck this.'
"Well, put her over the table," said Brenda, "that's what it's for."
The man glanced over at the wedding tables, bare except for the debris of the celebration.
"Go on," said Brenda. "Somebody's got to fuck her first. Come here, big boy." She went up to the tall blonde one and sank to her knees in front of him. "How about a blow before you get stuck into her?"
Her skillful fingers unzipped his pants and she pulled his big, rock-hard cock out. He gave a low groan as she slid her mouth over the swollen tip and licked at it.
That stopped any hesitation from the men. Angie screamed as the one with glasses hauled her toward the tables. She pounded her fists on the man's chest, but it made no difference. He got her to the table and slammed her down on her back. Bits of wrapping paper from her presents crunched under her body and more of it floated off to the floor.
"Leave me alone!" Angie yelled, her body tense with fear.
"Come on, Mac," said the fourth man. He was shorter than the rest of them and fatter, but he was just as muscular. His balding head shone in the lights. "Get on with it, I wanna fuck her."
"Hold the little shit down then," snarled Mac. He was struggling with his zipper, pulling it past his rigid prick.
Two men grabbed Angie by the shoulders and held her down on the table. It only took one hand each. Angie yelled and struggled as both of them played with her tits, pulling them, stretching her nipples out from her tit flesh until the pain made her moan. She saw Mac, his rampant cock standing out of his pants. Candy stood beside him, running her hand up and down the shaft as he stared at the lovely young blonde laid out for him.
"Now don't be shy," Candy said with a grin. "Fuck the shit outa her and I'll suck you hard again afterwards. Then you can have her again."
Angie struggled, but the men held her firmly. Mac forced her legs apart, pushing her thighs until he could reach out and take her thin panties in his strong hands.
"Go on," said Candy. "She's a rich bitch, she can buy more."
Mac ripped the tiny panties off in one heave and then shoved Angie's thighs even farther apart.
"No!" Angie screamed, but her legs were forced open until Mac got the tip of his cock at the lips of her pussy. "No!" she screamed again, but Mac gave a push and the tip of his fuck shaft ran into her cunt.
"Shit, she's wet," Mac said, and Angie wept in shame. She hadn't realized that her pussy had betrayed her. Her cunt was ready and willing for the terrible rape.
"Leave me alone!" she raved.
Mac just gave a grin and rammed his cock deep into her pussy.
"Way to go!" Candy cheered. She came around to the man holding one of Angie's shoulders. He was enormous, with a bushy black beard.
Mac rammed his cock harder into Angie's pussy, and Angie closed her eyes. She was faint with disgust at the depravity of it all.
"Aaaagghhh!" she moaned as Mac fucked her harder and faster.
She twisted as far as she could, but the hands holding her shoulders didn't give up, and Mac held her thighs in a grip of iron. Dimly she watched Candy pull the bearded man's cock out.
His was airnost as big as Jack's, and Angie knew she would pass out when he stuck that terrible thing in her. The idea of being fucked by a man who looked as if he was a disgusting working man was more than enough to make her fear for her life.
"Ohhhhh shit, ohhh shit!" Mac moaned. Angie could feel his cock jumping in her cunt. He was going to shoot. His hips beat at her body, forcing his cock deep into her pussy with each stroke. "Ohhhh fuck, I'm coming!"
"Go for it, Mac!" Candy shouted. She worked the bearded man's cock, sliding her fingers up and down as they all watched Mac fucking his prick into Angie.
"Yeahhhhh!" Mac yelled.
Angie felt the first jet of cum splash into her pussy.
Mac bellowed, his head back, his cock spurting jism, filling Angie's cunt as it fucked in and out to the pace of his climax. "Ohhhhh, fuck, she's tight!" Mac bellowed. "Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh yeahhh!"
His yells sank to a satisfied moan as his cock jumped and twitched in Angie's helpless body. The hot white goo ran out, mashing into the walls of her pussy as he fucked her and slowly fell forward across her tits.
Cum was already oozing out of Angie's pussy and over her thighs. She wondered how much more there would be before the night was over. She felt desperately violated, and yet there was an awful excitement too. She knew she would die if that huge brutal man holding her shoulders fucked her.
The huge bearded man seemed content for the moment to have Candy work on him, particularly since she was leaning down, working the tip of his cock with her hot little mouth. The shorter, balding one took his hands off her tits and went to take Mac's place.
"Fuck," he said as he looked at Angie. "Your fuckin' cum's all over the place, Mac. You have to shoot so much?"
"Oh, I'll clean it up," said Brenda. She was there, holding the tall good-looking man by the cock. He looked as if he couldn't believe his luck. Brenda bent at the waist and licked at the cum running over Angie's thighs.
"Leave me alone!" Angie shrieked. It was bad enough to be raped by all these men without having to suffer the indignity of a woman licking her as well. But the hands on her shoulders pushed down harder and Brenda's skillful tongue worked its way up the soft flesh of her thighs until it played around the lips of her pussy.
Brenda murmured contentedly. She had reason to. The fair-haired man was behind her. He flipped her short skirt up over her ass and slid her panties down until Brenda could step out of them.
He slid his cock into her demanding cunt, and she gave a sigh of utter lust and sank her mouth into the open lips of Angie's pussy.
Angie wept in fear and frustration. She was being treated like a whore, a prisoner to the lusts of these terrible pwple. The hands on her shoulders and tits pushed down and played with her flesh as if they owned her. She looked up and saw the bearded man looking down at her with his mouth open. Candy was sucking his cock, sliding his prick deeper with each pass.
Brenda's hot licking was doing its work. Brenda worked her tongue deep into Angie's fucked pussy hole, licking and sucking for all she was worth. The fair-haired man behind Brenda rammed his cock into her cunt, forcing Brenda's mouth harder onto Angie's spasming pussy lips.
"Ohhhh no," Angie moaned.
Brenda shoved Angie's legs apart as she sucked her wet pussy. Then she pushed them up so she could lick even deeper. The two men by Angie's head watched as Brenda sucked and got fucked.
"Oh, leave me alone," Angie moaned, "leave me alone."
"How's it going, Tom?" the balding man asked the one fucking Candy. "She good?"
"Good?" Tom groaned. "She's fuckin' dynamite. I'm gonna shoot my wad at any time." His hips beat at Brenda's ass as his rampant cock fucked in and out of her willing cunt.
"Hey, this little whore's coming," said the balding man. His hands worked their way over Angie's shoulder and down to her tits. "Look at the little fucker. Come on, baby, let's see you do it." His fingers wrapped around Angie's sore nipples and pulled at them. "Heeeyyyy! She really gets off on that."
"Go on, Rod, pull her tits, pull 'em!" yelled the bearded man. His cock was deep in Candy's wicked little throat and he grasped Angie's body with a force that burst pain deep into her chest. His breathing was ragged and his cock jumped at each touch Candy gave it.
Rod was only too willing to work on Angie's tits. His hands ran over them, pulling the soft, still-red flesh. His cock thrust out, looking for a soft hole to sink in. He almost drooled over the sight of the helpless blonde lying on her back.
Angie gasped. Brenda pushed her legs back farther and Rod took one hand off Angie's tor- tured tit to grab her ankle and pull her leg down hard. Angie's body racked with the pain as Brenda made things worse by sucking her already-painful clit between her sharp front teeth. Angie tensed, moaning. She knew what was coming.
"Ohhhhh shit!" Tom yelled. "Ohhhh shit, ohhhh yeahhhh!"
He threw his head back and roared as his cock shot cum deep into Brenda's cunt. He grabbed Brenda's ass and leaned on her as his climax burst over his body.
"Yeahhlih, fuck her, Tom!" the bearded man shouted. He gave up holding Angie and his hands went down round Candy's head. As his own come rose, he grabbed handfuls of her red hair and drew her face harder onto his cock.
Candy moaned and her throat opened to take him. Her fingers played with her pussy as she sucked the enormous prick. She was coming herself, her legs trembling and her tits thrusting in to rub against the rough jeans on the bearded man 5 legs.
Angie wanted to bury her head and creep away. She had never been so humiliated in her life.
"Fuckin' Jesus," said Tom as he stood, his slowly softening cock still in Brenda's cunt. He looked at Angie as the blonde heaved and screamed, one hand on Brenda's head, the other running over her own tits, spreading the hot jism from Jim's spurting cock. "She was supposed to be a frigid bitch."
Candy laughed as she held Jim's cock and let the last dribbles of sperm run out of it.
"See how well we do?" she asked and then sank her mouth over the cock, sucking up what she could of the cum that was left.
Angie moaned as Brenda pulled her hot little mouth away from her desperate cunt.
"Fuck," said the little nympho, "she gets outa hand."
Brenda was clearly getting her breath back. She gave a low moan as Jim slid his cock out of her cunt. He held her tits through the thin fabric of her blouse and caressed them, working his already-stirring cock into the crack of her ass. "Ohhhh yesss, big boy. Get it hard again, we gotta lot of fucking to do."
Angie was gasping, but not for breath. She needed more, but she wouldn't admit it. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed with a violence that almost made he scream with frustration. She had to rub her pussy, she had to. Her hand crept down. It was all right, she assured herself. She wasn't going to masturbate. She was going to rub the pain away.
Then Rod took a hand. His cock was still hard and desperate to fuck something. He grabbed Angie's arms and pulled her back until her head was over the table edge.
"Fuck this," he gasped. "I'm gonna get me some. Suck it, you little cunt, suck it!"
A sudden, violent anger flared in Angie. She couldn't get what she wanted and she had to suck another cock. Her fingers dug deep into her pussy flesh and she watched Rod's fucker thrusting for her mouth. It heaved at her lips, ran through until it came up against her teeth.
"Suck it, bitch!" Rod roared.
Then her anger got the better of her and Angie made a terrible mistake. As the explosion of mixed fury and lust burst out of her pussy and surged through her bdy, she bit Rod's cock. Hard.
Chapter 9
"Aaahhhh!" Rod screamed as he stumbled back, clutching his cock. "The fucking bitch bit me!" He groaned and looked down. His cock wasn't bleeding, but there were teeth marks on it. "Fuck."
"Here, let me have a look," said Candy. She slid to her knees in front of him and took his still-rigid rod in her hands. Her short black leather dress had ridden up to her ass and the zipper was 6pen to her waist, revealing her two luscious tits. "Look at that. Does that feel bet- ter, baby?" She sank her hot little mouth over the bitten shaft.
Rod moaned a bit and looked as if he could take his cock being sucked for a while.
"Ooohhh yeahhhh," he whispered, "that feels a lot better." His hands went down over Candy's head and pulled her mouth farther onto his swollen prick.
"That is no excuse at all," said Jack, suddenly appearing beside the table. "I don't allow any of my whores to bite cocks without permission. She is in for the most painful few hours of her life."
"No!" Angie screamed. She struggled on the table, but Jack shoved the others aside and held her on her back with one arm. "Let me go!" Angie yelled. "You rat, you call yourself a husband? You let them rape me, you bastard."
"Lie still, cunt," he warned, "or you'll suffer more than you think possible. Brenda, go and get the stuff from upstairs. There's some rope there too. Bring all of it."
"You bet," said Brenda and hurried off up the stairs "Now. my little slut," said Jack, leaning down over his young bride. "I'm gonna teach you not to bite cocks. You're gonna learn if it's the last thing you do."
Angie was still more angry than scared.
"You let me go!" she snarled. "I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail if you touch me again."
Jack laughed. "That's a risk I'll have to take," he said. "Hey, guys, get comfortable. We've got a lot of work to do. When this one's tied up, you can have some real fun.'
Tom laughed and sat down, and the rest of them followed his example. Candy went with Rod, still caressing his sore cock until he was moaning and jerking around in the chair.
"If you suck him off, Angie'll have a lot more work to do before she gets out of it," said Jack.
Candy half turned toward Angie as she let Rod's cock fuck into the back of her throat. Slowly she eased her mouth up, inch by inch until she was just licking the tip.
"What's it worth, Angie?" Candy asked with a great big grin as she let her tongue play over the hard, thrusting tip of Rod's cock. "If I suck him off, you'll have to get him up again and get him off. That will be very painful. What's it worth?"
"What does she mean?" Angie asked, trying to push her way up from the table against Jack's arm. He let her sit up, then turned her until she was facing Candy.
"What she means, my dear," said Jack, pulling Angie's arms behind her back so that her tits thrust out, "is that you are going to be whipped while each of these men fucks you. Ass or cunt, I don't mind. So, if Candy sucks him off, he won't come as fast, so you'll get more of the whip. Mind you, you're then going to have to suck all of them off, so it'll come to the same thing in the end."
Angie stared aghast. The emotions in her struggled between utter terror and an anger so deep she wanted to beat them all to a pulp. She struggled, trying to see Jack's face.
"You bastard," she whispered. "You'd do that, wouldn't you? God, why did I ever marry you? Why?"
"I don't know," said Jack with a grin.
"Maybe you couldn't get enough of my cock."
"What's it worth?" Candy asked, her wicked little mouth playing with Rod until he was arched back in the chair, trying to shoot, but held at the point of orgasm by Candy's skillful lips and hands.
Brenda carried several lengths of rope and a long thin whip of plaited leather. The sight of it sent shivers through Angie's suddenly desperate body.
"What's it worth?" asked Candy. "If you don't say it now, I'm gofng to take him all in and suck him off."
She licked at the cock, preparing her mouth to sink right over it.
"Aaaahhh, you, you bastards!" Angie yelled. She wrenched against Jack's arms, but he simply held her in place and forced her head forward so she could watch Candy.
"Suck him off," said Jack. "It's all this little cunt deserves."
"Ooohhhh, fuuuuck!" Rod walled as Candy slowly sank his stiff cock into her throat.
"No, I'll do anything you want," Angie yelled, "anything you want."
"Always too fuckin' late," said Jack. "Now watch how a real pro takes cum and licks it all down."
Angie gave a moan and fell back against Jack. She tried to see what Brenda was doing, but Jack wrenched her back around and pushed her forward until she had to stare at Candy.
"Aaaaahhhh, ohhhh shit, I'm coming!" Rod yelled.
His hips thrust up at Candy and jerked with the release of his spunk. He grabbed her red hair, but there was no need to force Candy. She was giving Angie a show of cock-sucking. Rod roared with lust as his prick shot.
Angie moaned as she saw Candy swallowing the thick pouring cum, working her mouth over the twitching cock, sucking at it as if the jism was the most precious fluid in the world. Then Candy worked her mouth up the shaft again until her lips were just over the piss slit and her hands worked the throbbing shaft, milking all the delicious cum from it.
"Watch," Jack commanded. "You're gonna do this or your ass will get more shit beaten out of it than you knew you had."
Angie stared in horror. Candy's mouth was covered in cum. Spunk dripped down the heav- ing shaft of Rod's cock, running over Candy's fingers as she still licked and sucked at the white goo pouring from the slit, shooting up into her willing, open mouth.
"Ooohhhh, fuck, I love cum," Candy moaned.
Her mouth went back over the cock, sucking deeply, cleaning the sticky jism from the prick-shaft, licking her lips to make sure she got it all.
"Fuck me," Rod gasped. "This chick sucks, oh shit, she can suck."
"Why, thank you," said Candy, simpering as she licked down the rock-hard cock, cleaning it to the base and then running her hot tongue back up, licking her fingers as she went. Finally Rod's fucker started to sink.
"Okay, you ready, Brenda?" asked Jack.
"You bet," she said and Angie found herself wrenched around to face the dreadful sight.
Brenda stood under one of the wooden beams that spanned the center of the hall. She had thrown a rope over it and was holding one end of it. "Tom, Jim," she called, "you guys wanna be useful?"
With huge grins they got up and went over to the rope, taking the longer end from Brenda.
Then Jack hauled Angie to her feet and his terrified bride started sobbing.
"No, Jack, please don't," she whimpered. "I will be good, honest I will! I won't bite another cock, and I'll suck them all off, and let them fuck me, anything if you promise not to whip me." She struggled to face him, to show him how much she meant it and how sorry she was.
"Hmmmmm," said Jack thoughtfully. "Anything I say?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Angie screamed. She managed to turn, fell to her knees before him and clutched at his legs. "Anything."
"Well, let me see," said Jack, pondering. "Come here, Brenda."
Simpering, the little whore walked over and posed for everybody in the room. She was still wearing the short skirt and open blouse. Her thrusting tits were out, and the skirt stopped above her mesh stockings.
"Yes, Jack?" she said, sliding the skirt up until her naked pussy was revealed.
"Turn around and bend over," said Jack.
Smiling, Brenda turned and bent at the waist, running her hands down her legs until she held her ankles. Her shapely hips waved only a foot from Angie's face.
"Now, how about eating out her asshole?" said Jack.
Angie almost threw up. She could see the crinkled entrance to Brenda's ass, the soft brown flesh of her shitter. She would rather die than put her mouth to that.
"Oh, very well," said Jack, heaving Angie up again.
"No, no, I'll do it!" Angie screamed, struggling to get free. "Anything, anything you say!"
Angie leaned forward. She put her hands on the cheeks of Brenda's ass and slowly slid until her mouth was over the crack with the ass hole at the base of it. Brenda gave a chuckle and heaved her luscious flesh towards Angie's face.
"Suck it good," she warned, "or you'll be over the beam anyway."
Angie gave in. She lowered her mouth and felt it go between Brenda's ass cheeks. She had to spread the soft fleshy mounds to reach the puckered asshole and she had to brace herself again to do that. But she managed it. Slowly she pulled the cheeks away and kissed the very hole.
It wasn't so bad. Angie kissed it again, keeping her mouth absolutely shut.
"Lick it, cunt!" snapped Brenda, shoving her ass back.
Angie almost choked again. She shut her eyes, tried to think about something else, but she couldn't. She flicked out her tongue and licked.
"Aeeeee, yeah," Brenda yelled. "Do it again, cunt, lick it!"
Angie sobbed, her tears running over Brenda's flesh. She did her best, holding the ass cheeks apart and licking her tongue as deeply as she dared into the crinkled asshole. What if there was shit just inside? She would die, just die.
"Kneel down, Brenda," Jack ordered. 'Jim wants to fuck my wife."
Angie burst into fresh tears. Now she was going to suffer even worse torture. But, even getting fucked by that huge prick would be better than hanging over the beam getting whipped.
"Keep sucking," said Brenda and Angie didn't dare do anything else.
She held her mouth to the asshole as Brenda slid down, kneeling and then running her arms out on the floor until she was crouched up, her ass still in the air and open to Angie.
Hands grabbed the suffering bride. She was forced down so her mouth was glued to Brenda's ass, and then she, too, was made to kneel, her ass up. She moaned as they spread her legs, forcing her knees over the rough wooden floor.
"Keep sucking, bitch!" Brenda yelled. She thrust her ass at Angie.
The poor girl licked her tongue into the brown hole, tasting the earthy flesh.
Then she felt Jim's cock. But it wasn't going into her cunt. Jim was going to fuck her ass as she sucked Brenda.
Angie almost broke from her humiliating position as she realized that.
She felt the cock run into the crack of her ass and work its way up and down. It had been greased with something and it slid around until it lodged in the entrance fo Angie's shitter.
She remembered the pain of the metal cock they had shoved into her earlier that night. This would be as bad, but it would be better than the whipping. She braced herself, licking into Brenda's ass as the dark girl yelled at her again.
Then Jim thrust at her ass. Her muscles were tighter than a drum, but still he got the head in. Angie heard him grunt and laugh as he worked his cock in and out, less than an inch, stretching the brown hole.
"Fuuuuck, she's tight," he commented.
"Don't worry, it's all for the best," said Jack lightly. "Think of yourself as a trainer." Jim chuckled and heaved his cock into Angie's ass.
"Aaaahhhh, ohhhh no!" Angie screamed as the thick prick penetrated past her muscle ring and into the dark hole of her ass. Her head flung up off Brenda's ass and she yelled in pain. "Ohhhh stop, stop!" she begged.
Jim gave a roar and heaved himself in harder. Angie's scream echoed around the empty hall, bouncing off the walls. She tossed and heaved on the relentless prick as it rammed into her ass, slapping against her ass cheeks, throbbing in her ass passage. Jim yelled and fucked himself deep in once more, running his cock in and out of the helpless hole.
Angie's head was spining with pain. This was almost as bad as getting whipped. She moaned and her body throbbed with the most terrible agony. It felt as if her guts were being speared with red hot poles. It was terrible.
"Lick my ass!" Brenda yelled at her - "Oh God," Angie moaned.
She remembered the whip, knew the agony and bent her head again. Brenda's hot little shitter forced its way over her lips and she gave herself up to the degradation. She held the beating ass cheeks, licked and sucked at the asshole as Brenda demanded more and more from her.
Jim's fucker ran in and out of her own brown asshole. His hands worked her ass cheeks too, forcing them apart so he could fuck as deeply as he wished into her ass.
"Shit, this is good," he chuckled. "Ohhhh shit."
He leaned in and rammed his cock deeply into Angie's guts, reveling in the moan of pain from the slave girl.
Angie's head spun. The rasping force of the cock in her ass seemed to ream its way up into her guts, forcing higher until she almost felt as if it would come up into her throat. Jim increased the pace of his ass-fucking and Angie felt the pain soften and a sudden surge of passion take its place. When she got used to it, it wasn't so bad. It was certainly better than the whip. She moaned, heaved her ass back at Jim and felt his cock twitch and swell.
She did it again, forced her tongue into Brenda's ass hole, feeling that little slave moan with appreciation. The thrust of Jim's cock got harder, his thighs slapping into Angie's ass at each pass.
"Ohhhhh,' he moaned. "Oh this is the sweetest hole I been in for a long time."
He leaned down harder, forcing his cock to the hilt and getting a sudden scream from Angie.
Her voice burst out from Brenda's ass as the climax erupted from her fucked ass. The explosion of lust took her by surprise. Her mouth sucked at Brenda's asshole and Brenda gave a heave and yell of excitement.
"Oh, suck it," she screamed. "Suck my ass, I'm coming, yeahhhh, ohhh yeahhhh!"
Brenda forced her ass onto Angie's mouth and Angie gave it all she had. Her orgasm rip- ped through her, sending her head spinning so fast she didn't care any more what depraved things she had to do. Her mouth worked at the brown hole as Brenda yelled with lust and spasmed on the floor. Her fingers rasped over the boards as she heaved and came, yelling at the peak of every release.
Then Jim's cock went out of control too. "Ohhhhh, fuck yeah," he moaned. He held Angie's ass tight as his cock throbbed and swelled, waiting for the cum to shoot out, deep in Angie's guts.
Angie felt the hot gush of fluid pouring into her asshole. She gave a scream of release and let the tide of her come flood over her. Jim roared as his cock spurted gallons of fuck juice into Angie's hot throbbing asshole.
Jim gasped as the flood subsided and his cock dribbled the last of its juice. He held Angie tight, and she felt the last jerks of his prick before it softened and slowly slid out of her ass.
Chapter 10
Brenda flopped to the floor with a groan of satisfaction and Angie fell half across her body, feeling Jim's soft, but still huge chunk of meat slide from her asshole.
"Well, that wasn't bad," said Jack. He lifted Angie up and grinned at her. "You might make it, kid, you just might. Now get her on the rope, guys.
"But you promised!" Angie shrieked, suddenly beside herself with fear and rage. "You said if I did that you wouldn't-" "I what?" asked Jack, grinning at her. "Read the fine print, kid. I asked you if you would do anything to escape whipping, and you did. But I didn't say that would get you out of it. You would do it if I gave you the chance, but I'm not." He leaned back and roared with laughter.
Angie screamed and struggled helplessly. She had been betrayed. The rope was still hanging there and Jack hauled her relentlessly toward it.
The ropes were around Angie's wrists before she managed to scream again.
"Let me go, you beast!" she yelled, trying to push Jack away. "I did what you told me to do."
Jack chuckled. "But yoti bit Rod's cock," he said. "For that you have to bring all of them off and then suck them all off. Gonna be a long night for you, kid."
Angie screamed as Mac and Tom hauled on the ropes and her arms were pulled upward.
The rope scraped its way over the beam, and Angie was pulled until her arms were stretched to the limit and her feet oniy just touched the floor. She moaned and looked at her tormentors, who were staring at her, enjoying her helplessness, taking in the curves of her wonderful body.
"Get that pole over there," said Jack.
Brenda giggled and went over to where a long thin round pole lay on the floor near the stage.
Angie groaned when she saw it, though she had no idea what it was going to be used for. She didn't have to wait long. Jack had them lay it on the floor under her feet. Then they pulled her legs wide apart and lashed both ankles to the pole.
Angie was now pulled out like an inverted letter Y. The pain in her arms got worse as the weight of the pole was added to her body. She groaned and begged them to stop, but nobody paid her the slightest attention.
"Okay, slut," said Jack, "here it comes."
He walked away and Angie's eyes opened desperately, as she saw him come back with a long thin whip of plaited leather. The tail was fully six feet long and it looked as if it would be more painful than anything she had gone through so far.
"Oh no, Jack," Angie begged. "Don't do that to me, I'll be good, really I will, I'll suck them all off, I will, honestly."
Jack laughed and cracked the whip in the air. "Who wants her first?"
"Fuck," said Tom, "I want her."
"Cunt or ass?" Jack laughed and Brenda giggled as she slid her mouth around Jim's cock, getting it hard again. Candy was playing with Mac's cock, rubbing it and sliding her hands over the hard shaft. Mac watched every moment of Angie's humiliation closely.
Tom looked Angie over carefully, playing with his cock. "Shit," he breathed. "She just had her ass done, I'll have her cunt."
"Good idea," said Jack. "I'll just warm her up a bit."
Angie struggled on the ropes, screaming as she saw him take the whip back and crack it above his head. Then Jack swung it. The tip curved through the air, flying low, close to the floor and then cracking upward at the last moment.
Jack had whipped her right on the tip of her clit. The agony was more than she thought she could bear. It shot through her like red-hot rods, thrusting up into her innocent pussy. Her face a mask of terror, she watched her husband swing the whip lazily through the air again, cracking it behind his head and then slashing it in at her.
The tip landed exactly where it had landed the last time, and Angie rolled, her head thrown back as she yelled and begged him to stop. Her clit felt as if it had been cut with a knife, and the agony rolled up her cunt and through her body.
"Now, the inside of her thigh," said Jack.
He swung the whip with the same deadly accuracy, and Angie heaved upward again as the tip cut into the top of her creamy white leg. The pain roared around her body and she wept as the dreadful leather tip rolled back and then swung at her again. This time it crashed into the top of her other thigh, sending the same unbearable pain through her.
"Oh, please, Jack, stop!" she begged. "I can't take it, you'll kill me."
"Of course not," said Jack with another grm. "I'm just getting you ready to fuck Tom here. Why don't you beg him to fuck you?"
"Oh, Tom, fuck me, please,' Angie begged. "Fuck me, like you want to, please, aaagghhh- oh Jack stop, please! I'll do anything you want!"
The whip had slashed back over her red and whipped pussy, sending her into more thrashing pain. She stared, her eyes begging as Jack dropped the whip and grinned at her.
"Okay," he said. "You get to be fucked."
Angie was just glad the terrible whip had stopped beating her pussy. The hot pain still echoed, bursting out in waves over her stretched body. She saw Tom as he walked to her, his cock sticking out from his loins like a flagpole.
"Shit," he said. "You look good enough to fuck all night."
Angie sobbed as he reached up, held her wrists and slid his cock to the entrance of her pussy.
"Fuck me," he said, "the little shit's as wet as hell."
Angie broke into more sobs at this. Her pussy was running with fuck juice, spreading over the tops of her whipped thighs and down her legs. She moaned and tried to hide her head, but they all laughed at her.
"Ohhhhhm, yeahhhh," Tom murmured as his rampant cock sank into the young bride's pussy. "Shit; she's hot like a whore who ain't had it for a year. Ohhhh shit!"
His cockhead rammed into the top of Angie's pussy channel and she moaned as he almost lifted her off the floor on it. He shoved it in as hard as he could and then leaned back, holding her by the wrists as she swung helplessly on the ropes.
"Okay, cunt. Bring me off."
Angie didn't understand for a moment. Then she heard the soft swish of the whip and her ass exploded with an agony deeper than anything the cane had given it. Her whole body contorted as the thin leather cut a deep red weal into her ass flesh. She jerked and sobbed, her pussy clutching at Tom's cock as the force of the blow rammed her body harder at him.
"Aaaghhhh, oh God!" Angie screamed.
She felt as if her ass was burning with all the pain in hell. The whip lashed out again as she heaved up against Tom, taking his cock deep into her helpless pussy. As her body fell back, the whip lashed her once more and she gave another unearthly scream as her ass flesh jiggled under the terrible beating.
Jack laid into her in time to the pulse of her body on and off Tom's cock. Each lash threw her onto him, each whipping brought more screams from the tortured bride as her pussy walls stretched and spasmed under the assault of the rock-hard cock.
Tom roared with delight. He hung onto the rope around Angie's wrists and leaned back, letting the agony of her heaving body do all the work. Her lunges were rapidly bringing him off, and the rippling of her pussy muscles each time the whip landed were driving him crazy.
Dimly Angie saw the others in the room, gathering around, enjoying her agony. Both the men now had the girls on their laps, their hot cocks slowly moving in and out of the willing pussies. Rod, the only one left out, was playing with his bitten cock as he watched. Angie knew that he would have something especially nasty for her.
Jack laid the whip into her ass, and Angie screamed as she tossed on the rope and her body rammed back down on Tom's stiff prick. But the agony was receding, as always, into a surging tide of lust that once more threatened to overwhelm Angie. The bite of the whip only increased it and Jack knew exactly where and how to whip her.
Angie moaned with lust, trying to hide the exploding emotions inside her. Her head rolled and she moaned as the whip crashed into her luscious ass cheeks. She knew her ass had started to circle, waiting for the whip, anticipating the lunge of her body onto the rampant cock inside her.
"Confess, bitch!" Jack snapped. "You're coming, confess!" He whipped his wife with a fury that sent her screaming into the air.
"Ohhhhh, nooo!" Angie sobbed, her flesh ablaze with passion. Her head tossed as the whip landed again. The agony of her legs, stretched and weighted by the pole, was giving way to a desire to spread them more, get the cock so deep inside her they would never be able to get it out again and to hold it there while it squirted sperm into her for hours.
"Confess!" Jack snarled, the whip curling through the air.
"Aaagghhh!" Angie screamed. "Ohhhh, God, leave me alone, leave me, aaagghhhh!" She tossed around, feeling Tom's cock swell inside her cunt as it started to pump cum deep inside her.
"Ohhhh, shit, I'm coming!" Tom yelled. His face contorted as his cock spurted into the helpless bride. He leaned back even farther, grabbing Angie's hands as he tried to lift her on his shooting cock. "Ohhhh, fuck, ohhhh, fuck. Whip the shit outa her. whip the shit outa her!"
Jack was doing his best. The whip landed with a crack across Angie's crimson ass. She screamed and the dreadful orgasm broke, there was nothing she could do to stop it. She yelled. Her hips pumped at Tom's cockshaft and she tossed to the beat of the whip on her ass.
"Confess," Jack yelled at her, "confess!"
Angie heaved upward. She felt Tom's cock pump cum until it was running down the insides of her thighs. She felt the whip, driving her orgasm to insane heights of lust.
Tom's shooting cock slowed. The pouring cum gave way to a dribble and his cock began to soften. He gave a moan of satisfaction and almost dropped away from Angie's stillspasming body. His cock slid out of her throbbing cunt with an audible plop.
Angie threw hereself upward on the ropes, her moans ringing around the room, her body tossing, begging for more.
Jack stopped whipping her. The room was quiet as everybody surveyed the tossing, spread- eagled bride. Her eyes were closed, her breath ragged and she moaned desperately.
"What do you want?" asked Jack.
Angie moaned and struggled on the ropes. "You beast! You beast, you're trying to make me like you."
Jack laughed. "You got it! And it looks like we don't have to do much more to get it either. Now, what do you want?"
Angie was desperate for more cock and more of the whip. Her endless orgasm was ebbing because there was nothing to fuel it with any more. But to confess meant confessing that she was a hopeless whore, a slave, a plaything for the lusts of these terrible men.
"Very well," said Jack, coming around to face Angie again. "So we'll have your ass next. Who wants it?"
"Me," said Rod, coming forward. "I wanna ram my prick up her ass while she gets what she deserves." His cock trembled as he looked at Angie, hanging there, waiting helplessly for him.
Angie gave a groan of terror. She struggled with her bonds and the seething emotions that were threatening to take her over. She looked at Rod's cock, saw the still faint marks of her teeth and knew he would get the most terrible delight froin her agony. With an evil grin he came behind her and ran his hands over her whipped ass.
Angie moaned and tossed, her ass twitching. But the pain ran sensuously over her body, and she felt her pussy juices flooding down and over her thighs. Mac pinched her whipped flesh and she cried out, her body heaving, her mind in utter turmoil.
She stared at the whip, curling in Jack's hand. She felt lust surging out of the rough contact of Mac's hands on her ass and knew she was going to give in.
Then Rod spread Angie's ass cheeks. His hands went in, sliding over the pussy juices running like a flood out of her cujit hole. He spread them on his finger and slid it into her ass, lubricating it. Angie moaned, her eyes still on the whip as it curled lazily, the promise of so much pain and ecstasy in the thin plaited leather. Rod's finger fucked Angie's ass until the pussy juices were spread over the wails and his fingers slid in easily.
She moaned and heaved herself up on her arms, but the weight of the pole soon carried her down again. They all waited for Rod as he slowly ran his finger into Angie's ass one more time and then pulled back, his cock ready.
He grunted and forced the tip into Angie's tight entrance.
Angie yelled and her ass shot back in the most disgusting display of lust. Her hot little hole tried to get the cock, suck it right up inside, while her tits thrust out, knowing what was coming.
"Look at that," said Jack with satisfaction. "Little whore can't get enough. I knew it. Confess, bitch."
Angie gave a terrible scream of desperation. The thin tip of the leather cracked across her niples, sending her tits bouncing up and out from her chest. Her ass slammed back and took Rod's cock right in, until his balls slapped against her still-crimson ass cheeks.
Angie screamed. Her ass rammed at the cock, taking every inch while Rod reached up as Tom had done and grabbed the ropes around her wrists.
"Ohhhh, God, God, God," Angie moaned as she watched the whip curl lazily in the air and Her scream echoed from the roof as her nipples exploded with agony and her head spun with lust. The cock in her ass rasped over the walls, thumping into her guts while the agony from her tits grew and fed the terrible flames of desire and damnation. Her body seethed and rocked to the come that was bursting like a slow-motion star shell in her guts.
The whip crashed in agaib, and her tits bobbled while the explosion grew in her ass and she screamed in total abandon. She didn't care what they did to her now. She was damned to hell, so she might as well go all the way and get everything her whore's body wanted.
"Confess," Jack snarled and Angie rolled on the ropes in a sudden and violent flash of anger.
"Fuck off!" she yelled at Jack. Her tits thrust out arrogantly and waited for the whip. He looked at her and smiled. For a moment, their eyes met and Angie saw the most incredible gaze of admiration from him.
The whip curled at Angie's tits, and she heaved and yelled with release. Rod's cock in her ass was swelling and throbbing, and she knew he would shoot his load before long.
"Go on, whip me!" she yelled at Jack. "Whip me, get one of your whores to suck you off while you do it. Go on, have a good time, you shit!"
Jack snarled as he laid the thin leather into his wife's tits. It was a slashing blow, harder than any of the others, and Angie went over the top as he whipped her. The orgasm burst out from her ass, throbbing, exploding all over her body as she rolled on the ropes, her mind a haze of lust.
"Ohhhh, yessss, whip me!" she screamed. "Whip me, come on!"
Her voice echoed around the room, and she heard it dully, a long way away, as her tits thrust out for more pain and her ass walls throbbed and sucked at the cock up her shitter. The volcano of lust in her, repressed for so long, finally broke free. Her body heaved up and down on the ropes, while her ass rammed on the hard length of Rod's cock until he was panting and moaning.
"Whip the little whore, Jack!" he yelled. "Whip her, I'm coming, I'm gonna shoot right up her ass! Ohhhh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot up her ass!"
He was as good as his word. His prick slit started pumping cum into Angie's guts. He held on to the ropes as his shaft jumped out of control, pouring all his fuck juice into Angie's bound body. Each pulse of his cum was met by her asshole sucking at the throbbing shaft until he felt he would go out of his mind.
He poured more cum out in one go than he'd poured into any whores he'd bought and fucked, dreaming of just such a wonder as this. He raped the beautiful blonde as his cock spasmed and dribbled the last of his cum, and Angie screamed with the release of all her pent-up passion.
"Aaaaghhmmm, whip me!" she yelled. "Harder, you shit, harder, harder, I need it harder! Oh shit, can't you do better than that?"
She screamed, her body yearning for more pain. Her tits reached for the whip, exploded with lust, as the leather cut into them, but still she needed more.
Jack watched Angie. He saw her eyes as she tried to get that last bit of agony she needed to crash over the final pinnacle of her come. He saw Rod sliding out of Angie's ass as his wilting cock got squeezed out by her demanding muscles.
Then, as Angie screamed for more, he let her have it.
Beside him, Mac yelled as he came in Candy's hot little cunt. Jim was staring glassy-eyed as his cock fucked into Brenda's pussy. He would be over the top and shooting soon as well. Both girls were going out of their minds as they watched the former ice maiden begging for Jack to whip her Jack swung the whip in a circle. It blurred as the tip swung into Angie's tits, and she jerked on the ropes, screaming for more. Faster and faster the hard leather cut into her helpless tits, until the whipped flesh was still boucing when the next blow landed.
Chapter 11
"Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" Angie screamed. "Ohhh, whip me you fucker, whip me!"
Her body went out of control. The spasms of her come overcame her and she heard herself screaming as she fell into a deep, comfortable, satisfying darkness.
Angie came around slowly. She moaned and stretched, feeling the echoes of pain running through her body. She wasn't tied up! She rolled, trying to understand where she was. In the distance, she could hear voices. Slowly she opened her eyes.
Jack sat around the table with Brenda and Candy, but there was no sign of the men. Angie cautiously looked around and stifled a groan as the agony in her whipped ass and tits ran around her body. No, the men had gone. She touched her own ass.
She gave a low moan, which none of the others seemed to notice. She was depraved, she was just like Jack wanted her to be. Each caress of her hands drove her higher. She wanted more cock, more whipping. It was terrible.
Her hands crept away from her ass and up to her equally whipped tits. Then she couldn't pretend any longer. Her fingers rubbed her ni ples, feeling them harden and grow. The flesh of her tits glowed and throbbed with the remembered pain and the terrible desire for more.
Angie couldn't help it. One hand strayed down to her pussy, rubbing the still-red flesh where Jack had lashed so viciously with the whip. The hand on her beaten globes pinched her nipple while her other fingers ran into the wet entrance to her pussy. Angie groaned, rolling on the floor as a new tide of lust rose over her.
"Ah, so you have come back," said Jack, turning in his seat.
He was dressed, his shirt open to the waist. Beside him, Candy and Brenda lounged, their short skirts up over their thighs, the tops of their dresses still open to below their tits. Candy had her black leather dress while Brenda wore a tight white blouse and skirt.
"Come here," said Jack.
Angie moaned, but she had no thought of disobeying. She crawled over to him, naked, on the hard floor.
"Take my cock out," he said.
Without hesitation Angie knelt up and slid the zip of his pants down. Jack's cock was huge and hard. Angie worked her hands up and down it, panting at the sight. She wanted it so badly, but still she couldn't confess it to him.
"Suck it," said Jack.
Again Angie didn't hesitate. She slid her mouth over the tip of the rampaging prick. The thick, hard flesh filled her mouth and she moaned with lust. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sucked the hot rod. The swelling cock-shaft grew in her mouth until it thrust into her cheeks and to the back of her throat.
Her fingers playing up and down the shaft, Angie heaved and tried to resist the temptation to run a hand down to her demanding little pussy.
"I suppose you're wondering why the men went," said Jack. Angie didn't answer. Her mouth was crammed with cock and she didn't want to let it go. "They couldn't take it. They were fucked out, they said, but they couldn't take a little slut like you going that crazy. They were shit scared, they don't understand how you love it like we do."
Angie gave a terrible moan and tried to sink more of Jack's cock into her mouth. He savage ly pulled her face up by her hair and stared at her.
"Confess, slut!" he ordered.
Angie sobbed and wept, trying to grab his cock and get it back into her mouth. Saliva ran over her lips as she stared at it, wanting it so badly.
"Confess and you can have as much of my cock as you like," said Jack, staring into his young wife's eyes.
Angie gave a shriek of horror. She tried to struggle free, but his strong arms held her. Her pussy oozed juice, her fingers ran desperately down and rubbed her swollen clit.
"Take your hands away from your cunt or I'll whip it while you suck Brenda and Clay off," said Jack.
Angie screamed. Her fingers rammed into her pussy and she leaned back, her legs spread wide, her hands fucking her throbbing cunt. Jack held her by the hair as she came, her fingers blurring on her hot, wet clit. Angie heaved again and again, her screams echoing in the room.
"Very well," said Jack. "You were going to have to suck the men off before they got chicken and ran, so we'll do it anyway."
Effortlessly he picked Angie up and slung her over his shoulder. She screamed, but her fingers wouldn't leave her insatiable cunt. Even as he carried her toward the ropes that had made her siffer so much, she continued to finger-fuck herself, moaning and struggling, biting Jack's shoulder and any other part of his body she could reach. He ignored her, apart from slapping her ass cheeks a couple of times.
The ropes were arranged differently now. They were looped over the beam so that the low end of the loop was at about waist height. Angie hardly noticed as Jack slung her roughly across the loop so that she bent over it at the waist. Even there her fingers worked her pussy while her legs spread so that she could get at more of her demanding flesh.
"Shit," said Jack, &she can stay that way, she ain't gonna move."
He went over to the table and picked up the thin cane. Angie gave a low moan of lust as she saw it. The slight curve of the thin wood, the trembling tip, all of it drove her out of her mind. The two girls got up and came over with Jack, standing close to Angie, watching, enjoying the spectacle.
Jack stood and watched his bride, bent double over the rope, her wanton legs spread as far as they would go while her fingers played with her pussy and she moaned with unbeatable lust. Gently he laid the cane on Angie's red, throbbing ass cheeks.
"If you confess," he said, "I'll let you play with yourself all the time you're sucking Brenda and Candy off and I'm whipping you. Then you can have my cock any way you want it. You can have anything you want, in fact."
Angie moaned and heaved on the rope. She felt the touch of the whip and she came. Screaming with terrible desire, she convulsed at the very thought of the pain she would get, the orgasms she would have. Her mouth contorted as desire throbbed in her body, demanding to be let out.
"But, if you don't confess," said Jack, running the cane lightly over her ass cheeks. "I'll tie you up and you'll have to watch the three of us fucking any way we want and all you'll get is cum on your face, like you did the first time.'' Angie thrashed on the rope. She screamed as her fingers worked her clit, getting more and more pleasure, but wanting more, a depraved desire that couldn't be satisfied with anything but more agony and more cock and more pussy.
"So," said Jack. "Confess and it's all yours. Confess."
Angie couldn't confess to wanting all those dreadful things. She looked up at Candy and Brenda, standing there, their hands playing with their pussies as they waited for her. Angie stared at the hot triangles of their cunt hair.
She would suck those, suck anything for a chance to get some more cock. In fact she wanted to suck pussy, wanted to do anything Jack told her to do! She groaned and tried to fight the tide slowly overwhelming her.
"Very well," said Jack. "So we'll tie you up and you can watch."
"No!" Angie screamed, her mouth open as wide as her staring eyes. "No, I confess, I want it! I want to be whipped! I'll do anything, anything you tell me. Ohhhh God, let me suck them, please! I'll only come when you tell me to, please."
"Well, we'll see," said Jack. "You wanna go first, Candy?"
"Sure," said the hot little redhead.
She slid to the floor and opened her legs around Angie's face. In one movement Candy slid her short leather dress up to her waist and reached for Angie's face. Angie groaned with joy. Her face sank into Candy's pussy and her willing lips sucked at the steaming, open cunt.
"Ohhhh, shit," Candy moaned as her legs spread wider and she clamped Angie's face to her pussy. "This little cunt's come a long way, she can really suck now."
Candy's back arched as she lifted her cunt and levered it harder into Angie's face. Then Jack lashed the thin cane down on Angie's stretched ass cheeks.
Angie didn't pretend any longer. Her ass beat upward and her muffled scream of lust burst out from Candy's cunt. Her fingers rolled over her own throbbing pussy as her ass cheeks heaved, waiting for the next blow.
When it struck, Angie tore her face away from Candy's cunt.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh beat the shit outa me! Come on! Ohhhhh, Jack, I love it, please, do it, please!" Before Candy could grab her again, Angie rammed her face back down to the demanding, wet pussy.
Angie went wild as Jack lashed her throbbing ass and her mouth grabbed for Candy's wanton little pussy. Explosions of come rocked Angie as the cane dug lines of delicious agony into her tight ass cheeks. Each beat sent another crashing climax soaring through her body. Her muffled yells and screams burst from Candy's throbbing cunt.
With a great sigh of release, Candy slid away from Angie's mouth and Angie was left there, the cane lashing down on her ass while her fingers ran all over her steaming wet cunt.
"Give me another one!" Angie yelled as Jack whipped her ass so hard the cane looked as if it might break. "Gimme more! More!"
Jack whipped the cane down onto the throbbing globes of Angie's ass and looked at Brenda.
"Your turn," he said with a grin.
Brenda dropped to the floor, her short skirt up to her waist, her pussy hair running with fuckjuice. She grabbed for Angie's face and pulled it in to her lunging, hot pussy.
Not for a moment did Angie stop working her own demanding cunt. She wanted it so bad she could hardly breathe. Her tongue licked out and caressed Brenda's wet, hard clit, hearing a moan of lust from the hot little slave. Brenda's long dark hair fell to the floor as she flung her head back and spread her legs wider to get more of the delicious cunt-suck Angie was giving her.
"Bite me, cunt," Brenda demanded as she arched her back and heaved herself off the floor, resting only on her shoulders and feet. "Fuuuuccckk, eat me! Eat my cunt, eat it!"
The cane crashed into Angie's ass and the once-pure bride sucked Brenda's clit into her mouth and set it between her sharp front teeth.
Brenda groaned in ecstasy as the hard contract on her passion bud sent massive shocks of come through her. Her back arched farther until her short dress was up round her tits and her pussy was rammed as hard as it would go into Angie's willing mouth.
Then, as the next lash of the cane landed on her ass, Angie bit into Brenda's pussy flesh. One full bite and she sawed her teeth across the throbbing clit, feeling Brenda's body go crazy with the pain. Then, with every shock of the whip on her ass, Angie chewed at Brenda's clit, biting, chewing, sawing her teeth until the dark-haired girl was screaming and heaving on the floor.
"You shit, shit, you shit!" Brenda screamed as her clit exploded with the come.
Her pussy juices poured out into Angie's mouth, and Angie sucked them down, feeling the hot fuckjuice running over her chin. The cane tore into her throbbing ass flesh, and Angie surrendered to the surging lust again.
As Brenda came and rolled on the floor, Angie heaved on the rope and her own explosions of lust burst from her body. In a heaving mass of female flesh, the two women came together, their demanding bodies rolling for over a minute until they were totally satisfied.
Angie flopped away from the ropes and fell to the floor. Her surging come was receding. She gasped for breath, taking in huge lungfuls of air until her tits stopped heaving and she could look around.
Brenda grinned at her. "Shit, kid, you were great."
Angie smiled and rolled onto her stomach. "Yeahhhhh," she purred. "I got it now. Fuck, how many men do you think we could take on in a night?"
Brenda chuckled and ran her hand down to caress her pussy. "Shit, I don't know. We always run out before we can get fucked out. Unless Jack's around of course."
Angie turned and saw Jack with Candy at his feet. She was gently sucking on his cock.
"Hey!" Angie shouted. "That's cock's mine. Get out of there!"
She rushed to her feet and ran over, throwing Candy out of the way and sinking to her knees at Jack's feet. With a groan of lust, Angie sank the rock-hard cockhead into her mouth and let it run into her throat.
Candy almost threw her out of the way, but Jack stopped her.
"Listen, kid!" he snapped. "She's right, the cock's hers if she wants it. You just wait."
"Fuck that!" Candy yelled. "It was my cock first." She rushed in and pulled at Jack's arm. He threw her back and she crashed into the table.
"Bend over!" Jack snapped.
"No," Candy shrieked and tried to get at Jack again.
Angie moaned as she let Jack's big cock run into her throat. She marveled at how easily he held Candy as she yelled and tried to hit out at him.
"Over the table, bitch," Jack snarled at Candy. "Or I'll hang you up and let you watch for a weekend when we get there."
"You bastard," Candy breathed. "You would too, wouldn't you?"
"You have to ask?" Jack whispered.
Candy gave a low moan and turned, bending obediently over the table. Angie glanced sideways and saw Jack's young cousin clutching the edge while her ass beat slowly up and down, waiting for what she knew was coming. Angie watched Candy's shapely thighs as they twitched and saw Candy's fingers reach down to caress her pussy. Slowly Jack raised the cane.
Angie watched as Candy jumped on the table and screamed as the red line ran into her ass.
"You bastard!" she yelled. "You bastard, aaagghhh! The cane beat into her again.
Angie was fascinated to finally see what it had been like for her as her ass was beaten. Her fingers went down to her cunt and rolled her already hot and wet clit.
Jack's cock swelled in her mouth and throbbed deep in her throat as she sucked him and felt as if she could come just from the wonderful, rasping pressure in her mouth and throat.
Candy yelled and tossed as the cane laid into her ass. Jack whipped her faster and harder as his cock swelled and forced its way deeper into Angie's willing mouth.
Angie could feel he was going to come and shoot all that wonderful jism deep in her throat, and this time she didn't want to miss any of it. With a low moan of wonder, she ran her mouth back and just sucked on his cockhead, her fingers running up and down his rock-hard shaft.
Candy was going berserk on the table. Her ass thrust up for the whip and her screams rang out.
"Ohhhh fuck!" Candy yelled. "Aaaggghhh, you fucker, I'm coming, I'm coming! Suck him off, Angie, he won't stop till you've sucked him off! Aaaagggghhhh! Suck him off you bitch, suck him off!" She gave another deep scream as the orgasm burst over her.
Angie suddenly realized her power.
"What's it worth?" she asked, holding Jack's cock, playing with it, just letting the thrusting, swollen cockhead between her luscious young lips. Jack didn't care. He whipped Candy's ass and grinned down at his now very knowing wife.
"You bitch!" Candy screamed. "I'm not, aaaggghhhhh, not giving you anything. Aaaaagggggghhhhh!"
"Okay," said Angie. "I've always wanted to see how long I can keep Jack on the edge without him going over."
She sucked gently on his tip and looked up at her master. He smiled and let her play with his stiff rod any way she liked. Angie slid the throbbing fucker into her mouth a little until she knew Jack was about to shoot and then pulled back.
It was a dangerous game. Jack could go over the top and ruin all her plans, but already she had the confidence to play the game and win. She felt Jack heave as his cock almost shot. Then he moaned and his hand came down on Angie's head, holding her hair.
"Shit," he whispered. "You must have known this all along."
He let her mouth work on his cock while he lashed the cane into Candy's ass once more.
"Aaaahhhh, ohhhh shit!" Candy wailed. Her ass was as red as raw hamburger and almost as pulpy. "No, I won't, I won't."
"Oh good," Angie said, loud enough for Candy to hear. "I love cock, I wanna keep Jack like this all night."
She ran the swollen cock flesh into her mouth and sucked on it, sliding back the moment she knew Jack was going to come.
"Aaaagghhhhh!" Candy screamed. Her ass collapsed on the table and she burst into tears. "All right! What do you want?"
"Mmmmmm, let me think," Angie murmured as she watched Jack lash his cousin again. Candy had come and reveled in the girl's shrieks of agony as the cane whipped her ass. "How about she sucks the two of us while you fuck me, Jack?" she asked.
Jack grinned and whipped Candy's trembling ass.
"Sounds good," he said. "Sound good to you, Candy?"
"Yesssss, anything!" Candy wailed as she was forced to take another whipping. "Anything you want!"
"Deal," said Jack and lashed Candy's sore assflesh. "Now Angie will be a good girl and suck me off right away. You shouldn't have much more to take, you little cunt."
Angie sank Jack's cock into her throat and her muscles convulsed around it as she felt him starting to come. Her fingers worked her throbbing pussy, letting her own climax burst through her. It wasn't as deep as the comes from the whip, and certainly nothing like the whip and a cock deep in her body, but it was great enough.
She felt Jack's cock throb and beat in her throat. She caressed his balls, feeling them tighten and heave as the cum burst out and shot down the cockshaft. The first jet hit the back of her throat and Angie screamed with lust. This time she was going to take it all.
The wonderful, hot jism dribbled out of her lips as she ran it around her mouth. With one finger she caught it and licked it off as she continued to take the floods of it pouring into her mouth. Jack yelled with each throbbing shot.
His hand swept up and the whip landed on Candy's ass at the peak of each come, sending the wanton, screaming little whore out of her mind.
Angie licked at the white goo, giving in and swallowing some of it as more and more filled her mouth.
She moaned with delight as she tasted the sticky fuckjuice, feeling Jack's cock jump and twitch as it spent deep in her throat. Then Angie pulled back and let him shoot all over her face.
"Oooohhhhh, fuuuuuckkkk!" Jack yelled. "That's the best blow job I ever got, ohh fuckkkk!"
He shoved his cock deep into Angie's throat for a final deep shot of cum and gave Candy a last heavy lash of the cane. All three of them moaned and relaxed as the passion ebbed.
But Angie didn't stop sucking Jack's cock. She wanted what she had earned. Somehow she knew it was going to be this way, but she was still ecstatic to find that the stiff cock shaft didn't soften at all. It held up as he slowly worked it in and out of her softly sucking mouth.
"You want your reward now, little girl?" he asked.
"Ohhh yess!" Angie moaned. "I want your cock up my cunt while Candy sucks us. Now."
"Very well," he said. "Then we really must take off for our honeymoon. I have the most wonderful place on the beach. You'll love it."
Angie gasped and sank his cock back into her mouth.
"Ohhh, it wounds wonderful," she said, her voice muffled on his huge cock.
"And there's lots of bars around there," said Jack softly, holding her hair, steering her demanding mouth over his fucker. "So we can send Brenda or Candy out to get as many men as you want."
Angie almost fainted at the thought of it. She rammed Jack's cock into the back of her thraot and sucked at it for several seconds while her passion surged. Then she slid it back to her lips and gazed up at him.
"And I will be punished if I'm a naughty girl?" she asked coquettishly.
"Just like these two," Jack said. "You may be my wife, but you're also my slave."
Angie moaned with new desire. "Ohhhh, I hope you don't mind, Jack," she said, gasping, "but I know I'm going to be such a bad girl sometimes, and you must punish me when I am. Promise?"
She felt his cock stiffen even more. "You can bet on it," he said. Angie was in a dream as she slid onto Jack's huge cock and leaned back against him, signaling to Candy to come and fulfill her part of the bargain. Candy sank to her knees and her mouth ran over Angie's hot little cunt and down onto Jack's balls. Brenda came over, put her arms around Angie and kissed her.
"Please, can I kiss your tits?" she asked.
Angie gave a low gasp. She leaned back against Jack and let the three of them work on her. She had the best husband in the world and an endless future of everything she wanted.
