One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Sandy and Barbara Halter are the victims of such people. Innocent of any crime against man, they nevertheless find themselves tortured and faced with disfigurement and death because they have stumbled into the private territory of criminals who place no value on life.
CHAINED VIRGIN SISTERS-is the shocking story of ordeal. An ordeal that any of us might face one day.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Oh no," Sandy Halter said. She looked over at her sister in the passenger seat.
"What happened?" Barbara asked, clutching her purse.
"I don't know, it just stopped," Sandy said. She tried the starter again, but it didn't even turn over.
"What do we do? We'll be late for church,'" Barbara said, turning to look back along the deserted road.
"I don't know. We'll have to get out and wait to see to see if somebody comes along."
There wasn't much hope of that, and Sandy knew it. But she was the older sister and she had to sound cheerful. Not that anything terrible would happen, it was only three miles to the town, and if Mr. Jackson was in, they would call from there. But she thought Mr. Jackson was out of town.
Insects hummed. The heavy, steamy summer air made them very uncomfortable in their formal, church clothes as they stood by the car, waiting. The flat fields rolled out on either side with no relief.
"Shouldn't we put the hood up?" Barbara asked.
"I don't know how to," Sandy said, almost snapping at her sister. She was very hot and uncomfortable.
There was the low purr of something approaching them from the direction of the town. Out of the dust cloud appeared a bunch of motorcycles and Barbara got a bit uneasy. Her father always said how evil motorcycle gangs were.
There were five of them and they swept up, then swung across the road and stopped, their engines shuddering. They were big bikes, rough ones, with the name Harley-Davidson on the sides. Barbara clutched her purse close, expecting to be robbed.
"Hi," said a man in a black leather jacket, "trouble?"
"Yes," Sandy said uncertainly, "our car won't start."
"Okay," the biker said, "let's have a look, hey, Roy, take a look back, there may be a phone at that house, if we need help."
"I think ..." Sandy said, but her voice was drowned in the roar of the bike as it took off.
The other four bikers stood their machines up and came to the car. Sandy was trembling a bit, but they seemed perfectly friendly. There was one girl with them, and she sat on a bike, looking at the two sisters coolly.
"Okay," the man said, "pop the hood."
"I don't know how to," Barbara said, rather shame-faced.
One of the bikers leaned in and bumped the hood open.
"Okay, take a look at this, Ned," the original biker said. He grinned at the two girls. "Going somewhere? You sure look pretty."
"Yes," Sandy said, "to church."
"Ah," the biker said and dived under the hood with Ned.
The girls waited, turning anxiously to the blazing sun. The other two bikers stood and stared, which made them feel even more uncomfortable. Sandy and Barbara had led sheltered lives, but they knew that a lot of boys looked at them, and often made remarks.
They were both very pretty. Sandy was nineteen with a wide mouth, pale blue eyes and a straight nose, set in a face that could look bold, or shy, according to her mood. Her figure was well-covered by her ornamental church dress, but it couldn't disguise a pair of high, thrusting tits, her tight ass-cheeks and something of her long, shapely legs. She pushed her blonde, shoulder-length hair back and hoped the bikers would hurry with the car.
Barbara trembled visibly, holding her head down, clutching her purse. She was just over a year younger than Sandy, and had missed the blonde hair by a whisker, but compensated with fuller, wavier pale brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Barbara was petite, only just over five feet tall, with a figure to match, tiny, trim, like a small hour-glass.
Where Sandy was pretty, Barbara was beautiful. Her face shared the same basic patterns, but her mouth was fuller, innocently more sensual, her cheek bones just a touch higher, her eyes just a little more limpid. She shifted her little, rather Victorian, boots in the gravel. Then-father thought they were proper, many boys around called them sexy, which shocked both the girls.
The sound of a bike returning made them all look up. Roy cruised in and parked.
"Nope," he said, "nobody home, no phone."
"Okay," said the leader. "You live around here?"
"Yes," Sandy said, "back ten miles." "Okay." He looked thoughtful. "Your dad home? Maybe he can help." "No," Sandy said, "he's away for the weekend."
"Ah, and your mom's no good at cars, hey?"
"Mom left home two years ago," Sandy said and wished she hadn't.
The whole group of bikers shifted and little and looked at each other.
"Okay," the leader said, strolling forward, "uh, you know that house up there? He jerked his thumb toward the town.
"You mean the Jackson's?" Sandy said. "Big, white one, set back?"
"Yeah."
"I did say, but you didn't hear," Sandy said, "he's away, don't know when he'll be back." She didn't mention this time that he had left to try and get his wife to come back. It was well known around, but never talked about. The Jacksons hadn't got along real well for years.
"Okay," the leader said and a strange wave of chuckles passed around the bikers.
"Hey, got it," Ned shouted from under the hood.
"Come look, girls," the leader said, "you can tell your dad what to look for."
The last thing the girls wanted to do was look under a dirty car hood, but they didn't dare refuse. Timidly they went around and stared at the strange mass of wired and metal.
"See?" Ned said, looking up at them. "Just the battery connection, tell your dad to keep them clean, corrodes, see?" He showed the girls a wire with a lot of white stuff on it. They nodded.
Ned slipped, rocking the car.
"Shit!" he said. "Oh, sorry girls."
Sandy didn't say anything, but she was sure she heard the back door of the car close as Ned spoke. She didn't investigate, she was just happy to get the car going again.
"What do I owe you?" she asked, reaching for her purse.
"Oh, forget it," Ned said, closing the hood, "just a real treat to help out two such, real great girls."
"They were very nice," Barbara said as Sandy started the engine.
"Yes," Sandy said shortly. She drove off, waving to the bikers as they went.
Suddenly Barbara screamed, twisting around in the seat. There, between them, was the girl biker, a wicked-looking knife in her hand.
"Hold it, sister," she said, "just slow down."
"What do you want?" Sandy asked, her heart pounding with fear.
"I want some relief from five fuckin' bikers," the girl said with a chuckle. "And you're gonna be it."
She held the knife close to Sandy's throat and the helpless girl shuddered as she braked the car. "Now, follow the bikes," the girl said. She was a skittishly pretty girl, with a pouting mouth and hair as long as Barbara's and a little darker. It was also dirty and knotted, but she didn't seem to care.
The bikes swept past and Sandy did as she was told, the feel of the knife at her throat making her shudder. She realized now that the girl must have gotten in while they were lured to look under the hood.
"Do you want money?" she asked, her throat dry. "I've got some money."
The girl laughed. "Just follow the bikes."
They swept into the Jacksons' drive and Sandy realized how bad things were. Not only was the Jacksons' house set back from the road, it was almost completely concealed in summer by the band of windbreaker trees and bushes. Nobody would see them, or the car, from the road. Her panic got worse.
"Out," the girl said as they pulled up in the middle of the pack of bikes.
"Oh, please, what are you going to do with us?" Barbara gasped, breaking into tears.
"Out!" the girl snapped.
Trembling from head to foot, the two girls got out. Instantly two of the bikers grabbed them and hustled them up the steps to the front door.
"Stop it!" Sandy yelled.
She struggled in the iron grip of the biker, but he pushed the door open and heaved her inside. Ned must have broken the lock when he scouted the place.
Sandy stared around the room. She didn't know the Jacksons' very well, but she had been here. The furniture was comfortable, several easy chairs and the large sofa she remembered. There was the television and some new machines around it she hadn't seen before.
But her thoughts were cut off by the sound of engines. The bikers moved their bikes and the girls' car into the garage, hiding them completely from the road.
"Well, nice," said the biker, holding Sandy. "I'm Wolf, this is Kyle."
The girls just trembled and Barbara burst into more tears.
"Get over there," Wolf said, tossing Sandy like a doll into the middle of the room. She gasped, almost lost her footing, but recovered just as Barbara was thrown in to meet her. They clung together, terrified out of their minds.
The two bikers walked around the room, examining the drawers and cupboards.
"Ah," Wolf said as he found the drinks cabinet. "Shit, fuckin' half-empty."
"Nothin' in the fridge, either," Kyle said from the kitchen.
"Shit!" Wolf sighed. "We'll send Lala out, she won't wanna see the start, anyway."
The other biker laughed.
The rest of the bikers crowded in and looked around the room.
"Okay," the leader said, flopping into one of the easy chairs, "how about meeting the boys? I'm Dale, this is Wolf, Roy, Ned, 'n' Kyle."
"What do you want?" Sandy asked. "I've got money, and I can get more."
"Sorry, doll, not money," Dale said. He leaned back in the chair and scratched his crotch. "You're gonna entertain us today, and tonight, it'll be real nice."
"Entertain?" Sandy quavered. She thought she knew what he meant, but couldn't bring herself to think it.
The rest of the bikers flopped into chairs and onto the sofa, waiting like a circle of wolves around the girls.
"Yeah," Dale said slowly, "so who's gonna take their nice dress off first? Huh?"
Sandy shrieked, and Barbara sank to the floor, sobbing her heart out.
"You can't!" Sandy screamed. "We're virgins!"
The bikers roared with laughter.
"Okay," Dale said as he leaned back, "you're gonna be virgins for about another, well, half-hour, hour? I dunno, see how we feel."
"No!" Sandy shrieked, shaking from head to foot. She only now realized how desperate things really were. They wouldn't be missed at church because they had originally been going with their father to visit their aunt today. Sandy wished to heaven they had. Only at the last minute had their father changed his mind. He wanted to be alone, he said.
"Oh, come on, now," Dale said. "If one of you doesn't volunteer, we'll have to persuade you. Now that . . . well, look what Wolfs got."
Sandy shrieked as she saw Wolf drawing a horrible whip through his fingers. The whip had a short handle and many knotted tails reaching from it. He put that down and took up a very thin rod, sliding that across his face, smiling at them.
"Oh, God, no!" Sandy gasped, shuddering as Barbara clung to her ankles. "You perverts, you, you ..."
The bikers laughed. Dale waved his hand and they stopped.
"I'll count to three," Dale said. "One."
"No!"
"Two."
"Stop it, no!"
"Three! Get her, boys!"
Sandy screamed, but she was grabbed by Wolf and Roy and hustled around to the back of the sofa, then thrown face down over it. She struggled and screamed, staring at her sister who was crouched on the floor, weeping bitterly.
"Here, guys," Kyle said, coming in from the kitchen. He tossed a length of rope to Wolf and cut another one which he threw to Roy.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Sandy screamed as she wriggled against the hand pressing into her back. Wolf took her ankle and pulled her leg to the side, lashing the rope around it. Sandy gasped, her heart pounding in terror as she tried to see what they were doing.
Wolf lashed her ankle to the leg of the sofa. Then Ned took her other leg and lashed her ankle to the other leg of the sofa.
"Ohhhh, God!" Sandy screamed as her legs were pulled wide apart, forcing her feet off the floor until she hung across the back of the sofa, her lovely dress riding up, almost as far as her knees.
But that wasn't the worst. While Wolf kept his hand in the small of her back, Roy and Ned took her hands, lashing ropes around them, over the lacy white gloves she always wore to church.
"Oh, don't, please, don't!" Sandy wept as they took the ropes and tied them to the front legs of the sofa, pulling them really tight. Sandy moaned in terror as she hung there, pinned over the back of the sofa. Her ass stuck up helplessly. She was well, and truly, trussed up.
Then Wolf added another horror. He took her lovely dress, with the lacy petticoats underneath, and tossed it up, over her tightly bound ass until it was totally exposed and her dress fell over her head.
"Stop them!" Sandy screamed in terror as Wolf ran his hands over her ass.
"Nice!" He chuckled as his fingers played over the tight white panties and suspender belt. Wolf slid his hands down the lacy straps to the tops of Sandy's white stockings where he played around, caressing her soft white thighs.
"Get up!" Dale snapped to Barbara.
Barbara struggled to her feet, her face lined with tears.
"And wipe your face," Dale added.
Barbara did as she was told, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve.
"It's dead simple," Dale said. "Wolf's gonna whip your sister's ass until you take that dress off. Got that?"
Barbara shuddered and looked around the room for mercy.
"Don't do it, Barbara!" Sandy screamed. "Whatever they do to me!"
Barbara blubbered as she stood in the middle of the carpet, shaking with terror.
"Tough, huh?" Wolf said. He picked up the thin rod and ran it under Sandy's nose. "Normally I start with the whip, but, for real hard bitches, we can start with this."
"You beast!" Sandy wept. "You're an agent of the devil, that's what you are."
"Oh, don't worry, honey, we can do all this on our own." He grinned and vanished behind the sofa.
"Start taking that dress off," Dale said.
Barbara stared at her sister, still clutching her purse as if it would save her.
Sandy yelled and screamed as she felt Wolf slide his hands up the sides of her panties, working them together and into the crack of her ass. He stepped back and Sandy trembled from head to foot, struggling helplessly against the bonds.
Barbara started sobbing as she watched the thin rod rising above her sister's ass.
There was a swish and the rod bit into Sandy's tight ass-cheeks, and bounced up again.
For a split second, Sandy held still. Then she lurched, straining against the bonds, her scream of agony echoing off the walls.
The rod lashed down again, cutting into Sandy's flesh with a sickening slap.
Sandy screeched, her body trembling from head to foot. Her ass jumped and heaved, two thin lines of red right across it. "Oh don't, no! Stop!"
Wolf leaned in and pushed her dress out of the way, back over the struggling girl's head. Then he stepped back and lashed her ass again, getting another terrible scream from Sandy.
"Take that dress off," Dale said, "it's that simple."
"Oh please, don't," Sandy begged. "Don't do that!"
"Don't give in!" Barbara screamed. But the rod landed again, beating another red line in Sandy's flesh, and she groaned with rising fear. Her ass was burning, erupting with agony at each stroke of the terrible rod. It was made of some hard plastic and that made it very flexible. It bit into her skin, and almost the whole of her ass was flaming red, the stain spreading with each stroke.
"Fuck!" Roy gasped, wriggling in one of the chairs. "I gotta fuck somethin' soon, or I'm gonna bust."
"You hold up, you horny fucker." Dale chuckled. "You'll get yours."
The rod lashed Sandy's ass and she screamed in agony, her whole body gyrating on the sofa back. Another hard stroke and she broke.
"Aagghhh! Please, Barbara, oh God! Aaahh! Do as they say, please, take it off!" She begged as another vicious stroke lashed her tight ass. "I can't take it!"
"Ohhh, no, please, I can't, I can't!" Barbara wailed, her hands clutching her purse ever tighter.
"Won't you help your poor sufferin' sister?"
Dale joked from his chair.
Barbara screamed as she saw that he had taken his cock out and was stroking it as he watched Sandy's suffering. Barbara had never seen a man's cock before, but she knew what it was, and Dale's cock looked enormous. The idea that she could ever take anything like that in her tiny little pussy was unbelievable. If that was what men had, she would stay a virgin, never marry.
"Take it off!" Sandy screamed as she struggled on the sofa back, the rod lashing her suffering ass. "Barbara, take it off, I can't stand it, take it off! Aaggghh!"
Barbara trembled, looking at the thick tower of cock-meat that Dale held in his hand, then back at her sister, struggling, begging her to take her dress off. It was a nightmare.
"Help me, take it-aaagghhh! Take it off!" Sandy sobbed as her ass was beaten to a pulp.
Barbara wept helplessly. Her purse dropped from her nerveless fingers, and she raised a trembling hand to the neck of her dress.
"Take it off! Oh, God, I hope they whip you like this!" Sandy screamed suddenly as Barbara hesitated, her fingers sliding, trembling over the top button of her dress. "Take it off-aagghh!"
Her head spinning, her sobs shaking her whole body, Barbara reached up and undid the top button of her dress.
Chapter Two
"Yeaaah!" the bikers yelled. "Again!" Wolf shouted, lashing the rod across Sandy's helpless ass.
"Aagghhh!" she shrieked. "Do as he says Barbara, do as he says!"
Sandy's ass throbbed as the red lines of agony spread out over it. The ropes burned her wrists and ankles, holding her so tightly she could hardly move at all. "Come on, whore, all of them!" Dale snapped, sliding his hand up and down his stiff cock-rod. "Whip her again!"
Barbara trembled, her fingers at the button right between her young, thrusting tits.
"No, no!" Sandy screamed as her suffering ass-cheeks were whipped again. Her ass was crimson, the stain of whipped flesh spreading with each blow. "Do what they say, Barbara! Ohhh, please, do it!"
Barbara's fingers shook almost uncontrollably as she undid the next button of her dress. She had her slip on under it, and her bra, but it was still horribly revealing as the sides of the dress began to open.
"The next one, you little cunt," Roy snapped. "Fuck, she's so slow, I'll rape the shit out of her."
"Come on, you horny shit," Dale said, grinning all over his face. "No fuckin' patience, that's your trouble. Wait, you're gonna get them any fuckin' way you want. Now, the next one!"
"Oh please," Barbara sobbed. Her dress now showed the lacy top of her slip and bra and she was suffering horrible waves of shame.
"Go on, Wolf," Dale said.
Sandy yelped as her ass was whipped again, the rod lashing her flesh with a sharp smack.
"I'll get you Barbara, I'll get you," she wept, as her painful ass erupted again with a stroke of the rod. Her ass bounced on the sofa back, her legs and arms trembling helplessly.
Barbara sobbed, but undid the next button. At a nod from Dale she reached for the next one, but not in time to save her sister from another lash of the rod. As Sandy's scream died away, Barbara managed to open her dress buttons to the waist.
The dress opened, and the men all stared at her lovely figure showing underneath the tiny white slip.
"Now the belt, and take that thing off," Dale said, his hand still slowly stroking his cock.
Barbara burst into fresh tears and looked over at Sandy.
Sandy was in a bad way. She was sobbing, and Barbara could see her crimson ass-cheeks. Her dress almost covered her head, falling in ample folds to the sofa cushions. Her arms strained at the ropes as she wriggled and heaved, but she was helpless.
"Please, Barbara, do as they say, please!" Sandy sobbed.
Feverishly, Barbara's fingers fumbled with her dress belt, almost ripped it open, and slid her dress down her legs and off. Instinctively she dropped the dress over the back of a chair before standing in front of them again, shaking all over.
Now she faced the men in nothing but her tiny slip, stockings, suspender belt, bra and laced-up boots. The worst thing was that the slip didn't quite reach her stocking tops and the men could all see her lacy suspenders. She bent her knees and back, trying to cover herself.
"Hey, bitch, walk over here," Dale said.
Barbara's legs almost gave out as she walked across the carpet toward her tormentor. She was almost hysterical with fear. She knew that men raped women when they got them like this, only she wasn't really sure what rape was. Something to do with sex, that was all she had picked up through her protected adolescence.
She stood by the chair, trying to keep her eyes off Dale's huge cock as he slowly stroked it, his hot gaze traveling all over her body.
"Jeeezz, you two sure are built," he said. He reached out and ran his hand up over Barbara's thighs, feeling her warm flesh above the stocking tops. "You wanna be a good girl for me?"
"Oh please, don't hurt us!" Barbara sobbed.
"Come on, Dale, let's fuck 'em!" Roy yelled.
"You heard them," Dale said. "They're cherry. Now we ain't gonna rush that. If you gotta get off, have a fuckin' blow-job. Hey, that's not a bad idea." He grinned at Barbara. "Wanna kiss my cock?"
"W-w-what?" Barbara gasped, trembling all over.
"Kiss my cock," Dale said, and the men all roared with laughter.
"I-I couldn't," Barbara whispered, her throat dry, her heart pounding with terror.
"Honey," Dale said softly, "you're gonna do everything we tell you to do. It's just easy or hard, take your pick."
The bikers all waited breathlessly as Barbara burst into harder tears and fell to her knees. "Please, please, don't do that, please!"
"Okay, enough," Dale said. "Just don't take their cherries, boys, we'll toss for them."
"Riiight!" Roy yelled and leaped over to where Sandy sobbed and struggled on the sofa. He practically ripped his pants off and thrust his long thin, hard cock at Sandy's mouth. "Suck it!"
"No, no!" Sandy shrieked, pulling as hard as she could against the bonds. "You can't make me, you can't, that's perverted, you go to hell for that."
Roy laughed and his cock jumped at Sandy's mouth. "Hell? Fuck, we got hell with us, baby, you gonna learn what hell is. Now suck!"
Sandy's blonde hair tossed as she clamped her teeth together and turned her head away. She screamed, then leaped on the sofa as Wolf lashed the rod across her ass. She moaned, her body shaking with pain.
Wolf leaned over her, pushing her dress and petticoats out of the way again.
It's like this," he said, "you're gonna suck Roy off. I'm gonna whip your ass until you start, okay? If you take longer than ten strokes, I'm gonna keep whipping you until he comes. Then you're gonna suck me off, 'cos I get real horny whipping cunts like you."
"Ohhh no!" Sandy moaned, her tears running down her lovely face. "You wouldn't, you couldn't be beasts like that, you couldn't!" "One," Wolf said as he lashed Sandy's ass. "Yaaahhh!" Sandy screamed, struggling on the sofa, her entire body raging with pain. "Two!"
"Aaagghhh!" Sandy's agony was rising with each stroke. "Three!"
Sandy's scream rang around the room. She saw Roy's swollen cock-head thrusting close to her mouth. She would have to give in, much more of this and she'd die.
"Four!"
"Ohhh God!" Sandy screamed. "Help me, help me!"
"Suck it!" Roy demanded and ran his cock over Sandy's soft lips. "Five!"
Sandy's mouth opened to scream, and Roy thrust his cock past her lips with an impatient jerk. She heaved, almost vomited as the horrible thing pushed at her throat. She tried to pull y, but the rod landed again across her ass. Sandy gurgled around Roy's cock as he pushed again, opening her throat a little. The bound girl thrashed around as she tried to throw up, her throat spasming helplessly.
Roy eased back, letting his prick come back into Sandy's mouth. "Now suck it, bitch! And if you don't do it right, you get this."
Wolf lashed Sandy's ass again, making his point over the helpless girl's scream of agony.
Sandy almost fainted. She tried to do as she was told, sucking at the horrible monster, but she obviously wasn't doing it right, for another lash of the rod drove her to more screams of agony. With a moan, she ran her tongue over the throbbing cock-head, sucking at the shaft, letting it slide in and out as Roy wanted.
"Better," he said, "we'll get Lala to train you properly."
At least he wasn't having her whipped any more. Sandy concentrated on sucking the cock, making her tongue roll over the hard flesh. It wasn't actually as bad as she has thought it would be. The cock felt rubbery, throbbing, not half as disgusting as she had imagined.
Barbara shuddered with terror. Dale ran his hand up, over her thighs to the crotch of her panties.
"Nice little girl," he remarked as Barbara sobbed and tried to ignore what he was doing.
"Open your legs wider."
Barbara shuddered, but she did as she was told. Dale's fingers ran over her panties, probing her soft pussy, feeling the puffy lips, and the bud of her clit between them.
"Okay," he said, "that's real nice, and I'm gonna be the first up there, honey, how about that?"
Barbara trembled and wept, but said nothing.
"Now, suck my cock, just like your sister's doing for Roy."
Barbara looked over at Sandy, struggling on the sofa, her mouth crammed with Roy's long cock. It was too horrible to think about.
"Please, don't make me. Please," Barbara whispered.
"You know, little girl, I've had it with you," Dale muttered. He pinched her pussy-lips and Barbara cried out in sudden pain.
Dale got out of the chair, his cock bobbing with each movement. He grabbed Barbara and stood her with the backs of her legs against the arm of the chair. "Got any more rope?"
"Sure, Dale," Ned answered. He came over, his eyes alight with lust. "Can I fuck her while you-"
"I told you," Dale snarled, lashing out at Ned, driving him back halfway across the room, "later, fuck-face, wait! Tie her fuckin' ankles!"
Ned knelt down and Barbara felt him lashing the rope around the ankles of her boots. She trembled, knowing it was useless to protest.
"Hey," Ned said, "I like these boots, they'll look good around my fuckin' waist. Or neck." He laughed for a reason Barbara didn't understand.
"Oh, please," Barbara whispered as her legs were pulled apart and tied to the back and front legs of the chair. She trembled, wondering what was coming.
It was worse than she had imagined. Dale pushed her back. With a scream, she fell across the arms of the chair, bending her legs and back painfully. Like Sandy, her feet were now off the floor, spread wide apart. The tiny girl was helpless, bent in such a way it was almost impossible to move.
"Fuck, she's delicious," Ned declared as he stared at the sobbing girl.
"Yeah," Dale said briefly. He stood over Barbara's head, his cock out and pointing at her mouth. "Now, shall we do this the easy way and you suck it?"
Barbara sobbed at the close-up sight of the monster that was Dale's cock. It was bigger than her mouth, she knew it. It would split her in two if it got in. "Please, don't, you can't be such a beast."
Dale reached down and took the lacy neck of her slip. He smiled at the helpless girl, then ripped.
Barbara screamed as the material split under his iron grip. The slip tore almost to the waist before he'd finished, and the sound it made sent horror through the girl. She tried to look, but Dale pushed her head back against the arm of the chair with one vicious shove.
His hands went to her bra, and Barbara screamed again in utter terror. If that went, he would see her tits. She beat at his thighs with her tiny fists and Dale grinned.
"Hey, I like that, real fight you got, baby," he said. Without warning, he slapped her face hard.
Barbara screamed. Dale's hands went back to her bra, working inside the cups, ignoring the clasp in the back. His horrible, calloused fingers ran over her tits and she sobbed in horror.
Dale gripped her bra cups and began to pull. It began to rip, tearing slowly, resisting to the end, but giving suddenly, the cups separating with a jerk.
"Heyyyy! Well, okay," Dale said, running his hands over Barbara's lovely tit-flesh. "That's the greatest pair of tits I've seen in a long time. Fuck, Ned, gimme the whip!"
"Sure Dale," Ned said, and rushed off.
Barbara closed her eyes, sobbing in rising terror. She felt Dale's massive cock at her lips. Desperately she gritted her teeth, unable to bear the thought of the degradation if she let his cock in.
Her eyes jerked open and she felt something running over her tits. She stared up at the knotted tails of the cat, sliding across her young tit-mounds.
"Last chance, baby," Dale said softly. "Please don't give in. I love whipping a pair of tits like yours."
Barbara stared in unbelievable horror. Despite what Sandy had been through, she couldn't grasp that Dale might actually use that thing on her tits. Dale's cock rubbed over her lips again, and she moaned, but closed her teeth against any attempt to get in.
"Fine," he said.
The cat flicked up and lashed across Barbara's perfect tits.
The pain surged through Barbara's chest. She writhed across the chair arms, screaming in pain. She saw the cat lash again, the knots biting into her flesh, most of them within an inch of her nipples.
He heaved his cock at her mouth and Barbara almost gave in. The pain in her tits grew as another lash bounced them across her rib cage.
"Suck my cock!" Dale yelled, his prick thrusting at Barbara's mouth in a fever of impatience, his arm lashing the cat across her tits.
Barbara screamed in pain, and, just as Sandy had done, she allowed the thick cock to enter her mouth. To her surprise it went in without splitting her lips apart. The thick, hard cock-meat filled her tiny mouth, and she sucked at it, terrified of more whipping.
"Better," Dale said with a snarl. He thrust at Barbara's throat and the poor girl gagged, her air cut off, the cock making her struggle and heave in pain.
"Okay," Dale growled, "we'll teach you the real thing later, just suck it now, I'm gonna come real soon, so make it a good one, whore!"
The cat trailed over her tits, reminding Barbara what faced her if she refused anything. She moaned, but allowed the massive prick to ram at her throat as Dale got more and more excited. The rock-hard cock throbbed and pulsed, jumping as her tongue ran over it. She hoped that it would soon be over.
On the sofa, Sandy moaned and heaved as Roy's cock rammed into her throat. To make things worse, Wolf was running his hands over her ass, stroking the painful flesh. His fingers probed into her pussy, but also between her ass-cheeks, and Sandy sobbed as he played with the crinkled bud of her asshole. She had no idea why he wanted to do that, but it was horribly degrading. At least she still had her panties on.
"Shit," Wolf gasped. "I gotta do it!"
"Yeahhh," Roy drawled as he rammed his cock into Sandy's mouth, "go on, you horny fucker."
Wolf's fingers ran all over Sandy's ass, into her pussy, stroking and playing with her as Roy fucked her mouth. Wolf had his cock out and was working it hard, the throbbing cock-head pointing right at her panty-covered ass.
Roy's prick filled her mouth and rammed at her throat, the thick round cock-head rasping over her teeth though Roy didn't seem to mind.
Suddenly he began to fuck her faster, ramming in and out of her mouth.
"Yeahhh, fuuuck!" he yelled. "I'm gonna shoot, ohhh boy, I'm comiiinnnggg!" He threw his head back and bayed like a wolf as the cum surged down his long cock-shaft.
Sandy gave a bubbling shriek as hot sticky fluid gushed into her mouth. It was disgusting, thick, horrible. Her mouth filled as she strained against the ropes.
"Swallow it, whore!" Roy yelled, grabbing Sandy's blonde hair, pumping his jism into her mouth. "Or I'll make you lick it up."
His cock went wild in her mouth and another jet of sticky fuck-juice rushed out. Gobs of it dribbled out of Sandy's mouth as she screamed in disgust, spitting the horrible cum out.
"Whore, whore!" Roy yelled. "You're in for it now, whore!" He rammed his cock deeper, into the tight entrance of Sandy's throat until she was gagging again and had to swallow some of the hot salty jizz.
But Roy pulled back again, more streams of his jism rushing into Sandy's mouth. She spat them out, weeping and sobbing as she saw them dribble off her chin onto the sofa cushions. Some oozed down to the carpet.
Slowly Roy's jerking cock slowed and he drew back, wiping his prick over Sandy's sobbing lips. Cum clung to them, still rolling slowly down her chin.
"Whore!" Roy snarled. "You ready for this?"
Sandy had no idea what he meant.
Wolf eased her panties out of the crack of her ass-cheeks and spread them into their original position. "Yeahhh! Whip her, Kyle."
For a split second, Sandy didn't think that things could get worse, but she was wrong.
The rod lashed her ass, while Wolf stood close, his hand blurring over his rock-hard cock-shaft.
"Yeahhh!" he roared. "Here it comes!"
Sandy's screams rang out as the rod lashed her agonized ass. A stream of white cum gushed out of Wolf's cock. Sandy felt a sudden hot splatter of juice across her ass, straining her panties, running over her agonized flesh. As Wolf yelled with excitement, training his spurting prick across her tight ass-cheeks, Kyle lashed the rod into Sandy's ass, splattering gobs of cum away, mashing more of it into her panties.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandy screamed. "Aaaghhhh, stop!"
Wolf released another great spout of cum over Sandy's panties as the rod beat her flesh, splattering more of the fuck-juice into the air. Six more great gushes of cum jerked into the bound blonde's ass as the rod beat at it, mashing the cum around until Sandy's ass was covered in jism, her panties wet through with the disgusting, sticky stuff. She screamed until the last beat of the rod and then collapsed across the sofa back, sobbing in agony.
Dimly she became aware of her sister's screams. She painfully lifted her head and moaned at what she saw.
Chapter Three
Barbara's screams burst out from around Dale's massive prick as he rammed it into her mouth, slamming it as far as it would go each time he lashed the whip across her young tits. Barbara's body was bent even farther now, her ankles straining against the ropes, her thighs and shoulders heaving. Her tiny fists beat at Dale's thighs, but that only seemed to inflame him more.
"Yeahhh! Whore, do it!" he snarled, his arm sweeping the whip across Barbara's tits with sickening slaps of leather on flesh. He yelled as his cock rammed into the helpless girl's mouth faster and harder. "Take it, cunt, take it, I'm coming! Swallow it, whore, or I'll whip your fuckin' tits till I'm hard again!"
Barbara struggled, her back aching, her head forced back against the chair where Dale's cock could ram right in, slamming against the muscles of her throat, forcing them slowly open. She gagged, the agony leaping through her tits as the tails of the cat lashed across her heaving tit-globes. Her nipples stood out, hard and crinkled under the beating, and the rest of her tit-flesh was crimson, with deeper marks of red where the knots of the cat tails landed.
Dale yelled suddenly, his balls driving the cum out and down his thick hard cock-shaft. "Here it is, cunt, all for you, drink it dooowwwnn!"
Barbara wanted to die as the first gush of hot white cum filled her mouth. The smelly, sticky goo flooded over her tongue, and it was all she could do to stop herself from vomiting. But she remembered Dale's threat. If she didn't swallow it, he would whip her tits more and she couldn't stand the thought of that.
The whip cut her tits as another thick rope of jizz gushed into her mouth. Above her, Dale bellowed with lust, his head thrown back, his arm swinging the cat like a madman. In desperation Barbara swallowed, letting the fuck-juice pour down her throat. It was easier than she'd thought it would be. Another thick gush filled her mouth as the whip cut her tits, but she swallowed again, her mouth sucking at the horrible, thick cock-flesh that invaded her.
The next cut of the whip drove more pain through her body, but Dale's shooting cock was slowing, his cum pouring out in smaller doses. Barbara swallowed again, taking more thick ropes of the goo into her stomach. With one final lash of the whip, Dale thrust his cock in as far as it would go and left it there, oozing cum into Barbara's throat as the poor girl moaned with pain.
"Not too bad, sister," he growled, "we'll have to get Lala to show you how to do it properly. Now keep it there until I say otherwise. I like a nice long suck down after a blow-job."
Sandy thought she was being freed as they untied her bonds. She moaned as she was allowed to stand up. Her ass rang with pain, and the wet sticky cum all over her panties made her squirm with shame and discomfort.
"Turn around," Wolf said.
She did as she was told and gasped in horror. She had seen Dale's cock and that was big enough, but Wolf was built big enough to scare any girl, even though the monster was half-limp after shooting over Sandy's ass.
"See this donger?" he said, flipping the foot of prick up and down. "This has gotta shoot a lot, honey, always horny, I mean, look at it!"
It was true, the thick hard cock was getting hard again already.
"Hold it, feel it!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy's fingers trembled as she reached out and held the enormous cock. It trembled in her hand and grew, getting harder with each touch.
"Play with it," Wolf said, "you're gonna get to know it real well, you and your sister."
Sandy sobbed, holding the cock, caressing it as Wolf told her to, shivering when she saw Ned slapping the thin rod in his hand. Wolf's thick cock grew fast, until it was throbbing in her hands and she was weeping with shame, trying to stop the huge thing thrusting at her.
"That's fine," Wolf said with a horrible grin. "Now, take your dress off."
"Please, please, let us go, we won't say a word!" Sandy pleaded, her eyes running with tears.
"Take it off," Dale demanded from across the room, "or your sister's tits will get it again."
He drew the cat across Barbara's thrusting tit-globes, heaved up even higher by her painful position over the chair.
Sandy almost refused, wanting to let Barbara get some of what she'd got, but the sight of her sister's tits made her relent. They were both in for a lot of shame and torture and she shouldn't make it worse.
Sandy sobbed as she undid the buttons of her dress, cringing with shame as the bikers all watched, their hungry, depraved looks fastened on her lovely young body. She opened her belt, slid the dress down and stepped out of it.
Instantly the jeers and catcalls started.
"Whatdaya think, Dale? Shall we have that slip too?" Wolf called.
"Naahhh!" Dale said, still working his cock in and out of Barbara's mouth. "Come on, take your time boys, I mean, once they're stripped, well, that's it, right?"
His cock was getting harder and Barbara's gasps got worse as the big chunk of cock-meat filled her mouth again, thrusting at her throat.
"Okay, whore," Wolf said with a grin, "but you still got some cum to lick up, so get to it!" He pointed to the gobs of jism clinging to the sofa and embedded in the carpet.
Sandy almost fainted. "No! No, you can't make me do that!"
Nobody said anything, but Ned slapped the thin rod into his palm. The sound rang around the room.
"No, please, please," Sandy moaned.
"Hey, Dale, can I have the cat?" Wolf called.
"Sure," Dale said, easing his cock out of Barbara's mouth. "I'm finished with it."
He tossed it over and Barbara managed to ease herself up until she could sit on the arm of the chair. It wasn't comfortable, but it was better than the horrible back-breaking position she had been in before. To her surprise, nobody paid her any attention. She sat there, rubbing her tits, massaging her whipped flesh. She noticed that her nipples stood out more than ever before and they were very sensitive to the touch.
Dale walked over to where the rest of his gang surrounded the weeping Sandy.
"You don't learn real fast, whore," Wolf said. "Hold her!"
"No!" Sandy sobbed, but Roy and Ned grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs so far apart she screamed with the pain in her stretched tendons. She lurched forward, but Kyle seized her wrist and pulled her back, then bent her farther, until she was in danger of falling backwards.
He took both her arms and twisted them, holding them straight behind her back so that her shoulder blades were almost touching. She screamed as she saw Wolf swinging the cat closer to her wide-spread legs with each stroke.
"Noooo! No!" she wept. "I'll lick it up, anything, just don't whip me, please, don't- agghhh!"
With a vicious stroke, Wolf lashed the cat upward, right between Sandy's wide-spread legs. Her tiny slip simply flipped out of the way as the tails bit right into her pussy, lashing over the tops of her delicious, white thighs.
"Aaaghhh! I'll do it!" Sandy screamed, but another lashing was on its way, swinging down close to the floor before it whipped up, the knots biting into her pussy-flesh, sending her crazy with the pain. Sandy sobbed. Her tiny panties were no protection, and soon her pussy-lips were outlined clearly under the cum-stained material. Sandy screamed and another blow slashed into her pussy, some of the knots biting into her clit, sending awful stabs of pain through her cunt. She struggled, but her arms were held far too tightly.
Wolf lashed her, his eyes fixed on her panties, his chest heaving, his massive cock bobbing with each stroke.
"Come on, Wolf," Ned said, "I ain't had the bitch yet."
"Okay!" Wolf grunted, lashing a final beat into Sandy's spread and trembling cunt. "You gonna lick that cum up?"
"Yes! I told you, yes!" Sandy screamed- and screamed again as the whip lashed her agonized pussy.
"Don't give me hp!" Wolf roared, lashing the screaming girl. "Now, ready to lick up some cum?
"Yessss!" Sandy sobbed. "Ohhh yes, I'll do it!" She collapsed to the carpet, sobbing, rubbing her pussy as they let her go.
"Over to the sofa! Crawl!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy crawled, her white stockings getting dirty on the carpet. Dimly she stared at the gobs of cum sticking on the edge of the sofa.
"Lick it up!" Wolf snarled.
They all gathered around, watching as Sandy sobbed and licked her tongue out, over the rough cover of the sofa. The gob of cum came away and she swallowed it, tasting the sticky, salty goo, smelling the disgusting odor.
"And that one!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy licked up another one, and another, the taste of the cum mingling with the dry, dusty taste of the sofa cover. She felt sick, her mouth dry, her stomach heaving.
Finally the sofa was clean to Wolf's satisfaction, but Sandy had forgotten the carpet.
"No!" she screamed as Ned pointed the thin rod at a pool of the stuff, stuck into the deep pile of the carpet.
"Shithead!" Ned said, "I'm gonna whip your ass till it's all up, whore."
His arm flashed and agony burst through Sandy's ass once more.
"No!" she screamed, trying to crawl away.
The whip lashed her ass, then her thighs, driving her back to the pool of jism.
"Can't leave cum on a carpet," Ned snarled, lashing the screaming girl again. "Lick it up!"
Sandy felt her head swimming, the pain was more than she could stand. She bent down, licking into the deep pile, sobbing with degradation and pain as she licked up the pool, the dust from the dirty carpet getting in her mouth and nose.
"Get the other whore over here," Dale said as Sandy sobbed and screamed, licking up the remaining cum from the carpet.
He lashed Sandy's ass twice more and then stopped, leaving her to lick up the rest of the cum. The carpet was wet with her tears by the time she'd finished. She lay there, crouched, sobbing her heart out, wondering what agony was to come.
"Up, whore!" Dale snapped.
Sandy scrambled up and there was Barbara, sobbing hard, held by Wolf and Kyle. They threw her at her sister.
"Take your panties off, both of you," Dale ordered.
They looked at each other helplessly. "Now!"
"Don't, please, we're virgins," Sandy begged.
"Fuuuck! These two are so fuckin' stupid," Dale said with a grin. "Hold 'em!"
Both girls screamed as they were grabbed. Their screams got worse as they found out what they were in for.
To begin with, while one of the men held their arms behind their backs, both girls had their slips ripped away. Barbara's was already torn, and it was easy for Wolf to shred it to the hem and rip the shoulder straps off, tearing it away until the helpless girl stood almost naked. The remains of her bra were ripped away too, leaving her in nothing but panties and stockings.
Sandy had it even worse. Her slip was ripped away. She sobbed and begged them as it ripped apart, her shoulders jerking as they tore the straps. Then she had to face them with her last cover, her lacy bra.
"Do it yourself, if you don't want it ripped," Dale said.
Helpless, weeping, Sandy reached back and undid her bra, holding the cups over her tits until the last moment with hands that trembled uncontrollably in her little lacy white gloves. Slowly she let the bra fall away. The two girls stood close together, their tits almost touching.
"Heyyy!" Ned said. "Them's some tits."
The two girls shuddered as they were pushed together so that their tits rubbed against each other. The two girls stared into each other's eyes, weeping and trembling with fear.
Dale took the thin rod and laid it across the two pairs of young nipples.
"Oh God!" Sandy whispered, her whole body heaving with terror.
"Now," Dale said softly, "I wanna hear you say that you'll do everything we tell you to do."
"Yes, yes!" the girls sobbed.
The rod swept up and lashed down, cutting through the touching nipples, slashing them down as the girls screamed.
"Louder!" Dale yelled, drawing the rod out and raising it again.
"Yes, yes!" the girls screamed.
Dale lashed the rod through their nipples again, beating the buds viciously. "Tell us you'll beg for everything we wanna do!"
"Yes, yes!" the girls shrieked.
The cane lashed down again, beating crimson agony into the twin nipple buds.
"And you know what happens, if you refuse!"
"Yes, yes!" The two of them sobbed, their bodies trembling with horror.
"Beg me to show you what will happen if you refuse."
Barbara screamed. Sandy shuddered as she watched the rod being lifted. Their bodies were wet with sweat as they stared at the rod hovering over their tits.
"Please, don't make-aaghhh!"
The girls twisted as the rod lashed their nipples again, sending surging agony through their bodies.
"Beg me to show you ..."
"Oh, please, show us what will happen," Sandy gabbled, so terrified she hardly knew what she was saying.
"And you, little girl?"
"Yes, yes, please, show me." Barbara's eyes were wide open, staring.
The rod lashed through their nipples once more, and their screams rang around the room.
"That's what happens!" Dale said. "Now take your panties off!"
Neither of the girls tried to rub their tits as their arms were released. Frantically they reached for their panties and slid them down, tossing them aside in terror.
"Hey," Ned said, "these have got cum on them, pick them up."
Sandy shook, but she obeyed at once. She bent down and picked the panties up, trying to hold them where there wasn't any cum, but the sticky stuff was almost all over them.
"Suck the cum out," Ned said slowly, laughing the whole time, "and leave some for your sister."
Sandy thought about pleading with them again, but her tits still rang with pain. Shuddering, she raised the panties to her lips and licked at them.
"I said suck it out!" Ned snapped.
The bikers stood around laughing as the helpless girl sucked at her panties, tasting the cold cum, cleaning it out. She handed them to Barbara when they told her to, and her weeping sister did the same, sucking until the bikers were satisfied that the panties were clean.
"Okay," Dale said when they finally let Barbara drop the panties to the floor, "now for the real thing. Beg us to put you both over the sofa and teach you how a real woman gets it- right up the cunt!"
"P-please, put us over the sofa," Sandy whispered.
"Louder, shit!" Dale snapped.
"P-p-please, put us over the sofa." Sandy wept. "Please!"
"Tell us how much you want us all to fuck you, how much you love it," Dale said nastily.
"Oh yes, we love it! Please, we love it!" Sandy shrieked as Dale advanced with the rod.
"Okay," he said, "you over that arm and you over the other, so you can see each other get it."
Still sobbing helplessly, the two girls rushed to the sofa and bent down over the two arms. They looked at each other as the bikers made them spread their legs.
"Hold hands, won't that be nice," Dale said.
The sisters gripped each other's hands, staring at each other.
"Oookay," Dale said easily. "Wolf and I get to take the cherries, then the rest of you can have 'em any way you like."
There were no protests from the gang, but Sandy cried out in horror as she realized that it was Wolf standing behind her. His enormous cock would break her wide open.
She moaned, her whole body trembling, her pussy clamping tight at the expected assault. She felt the hard, monstrously thick cock at the tender entrance to her pussy. It pushed and her cunt-walls contracted in protest. "Oh no!"
"What?" Ned snapped, laying the cane across her ass.
"Oh, please, do it!" Sandy screamed in terror.
"Good," Ned said and took the rod away.
The cock pushed and Sandy buried her head into the sofa cushions as the pain rushed over her. Her virgin cunt tore as the thick cock-meat invaded her fuck-channel.
Barbara jerked upward, staring as Dale's cock heaved at her tight pussy. She gasped, but fear stopped her from crying out.
"Hey, isn't this the greatest!" Dale chuckled, heaving his cock harder at her cunt.
"Yes, yes!" Barbara screamed. "I love it!"
She sobbed as another massive thrust drove the whole of Dale's cock-head into her suffering cunt.
Suddenly the two girls heaved on the sofa, clutching each other's hands. Both cocks had come up against their tight little cherry drums. They wept and stared at each other.
"Yup," Dale said, "they wasn't lyin'. Now, beg us to ram the fuck outa your cherries."
"Oh yes!" Sandy jabbered, "yes, we're ready." She buried her head in the sofa cushions, sobbing with horror.
Chapter Four
Two screams rang around the room and both girls leaped on the sofa, weeping and sobbing. With simultaneous, brutal heaves, Dale and Wolf had rammed through the girls' cherries and right to the top of their innocent young cunts.
Dale yelled as his massive prick sank into Barbara's little pussy. "Fuuuck she's tight, but then, she should be." He pulled out a bit, then rammed back in, a smear of blood on his cock.
Sandy felt as if she were being split apart as Wolf's huge cock slammed up her fuck-channel. The full length and thickness of the fuck-meat forced its way up her quivering cunt, stretching her once-virginal walls until she shrieked in agony. She sobbed, and the two girls held hands tightly, not able to look at each other as they were so ashamed.
"Fuck her!" Wolf yelled, leaning back and slapping Sandy's ass until she screamed and struggled, fresh tears rolling down her face.
Lala walked in, carrying a large bag.
"Here, you fuckers," she said, "have a beer." She tossed the bag on the floor and looked at the brutal rape going on. "Having a good time, boys?"
"Yeah, but not enough," Ned said, advancing on the sluttish blonde.
"Heyyy," Lala snapped, "I'm taking tonight off, maybe get my pussy sucked later, but it's my fuckin' rest time." She pushed Ned aside and went into the kitchen with a beer in her hand.
"You beast, you beast!" Barbara sobbed as Dale fucked his prick hard into her helpless cunt.
"What?" Roy snapped. He brought the rod down across Barbara's ass, as close as he could get to Dale's cock. sobbed, jerking and twitching.
"You talk right!" Roy yelled, lashing the helpless girl again, the rod bouncing off her ass-flesh with a sickening slap. "Tell me how much you love it, whore!"
"Aaghhhh! I love it!" The poor girl wept, her ass writhing with pain. "Please, don't do it, don't-aaaggghhhh!"
"She don't get it, does she?" Roy said. He leaned in and whispered in Barbara's ear as she sobbed, her body jerking to the pulse of Dale's cock jumping in and out of her tight cunt. "Beg me to do what I want. Tell me that you love it all, being fucked, sucking cocks, getting butt-fucked, getting whipped, tell me how much you love it all and maybe I'll stop. Then maybe I'll just keep going!"
Barbara was out of her mind with pain and horror. The rasping fuck of Dale's cock running over her pussy-walls was driving awful sparks through her, sparks of a passion she had never felt before. She moaned, and her little tongue flicked out.
"Tell me how much you love being whipped!" Roy ordered. He straightened up and lashed her ass again.
"Aaaggghh! I love it!" Barbara sobbed, her tiny body shaking with pain.
"That's better," Roy said, leaning down again, "now beg me to whip you any time I want."
He ran the rod across Barbara's lips again and she kissed it, moaning with shame and horror. "Yes, yes, please do anything you like to me, please!"
"Gooood!" Roy said. "Now I'm gonna give your ass three more strokes and move on to your sister. Tell me how much you want it."
Barbara almost passed out. Her nightmares were getting worse. She couldn't do it, couldn't beg to be whipped. She moaned, sobbing as she clutched Sandy's hands, wishing she were dead.
"Beg me for it," Roy shouted, lashing the rod across Barbara's ass.
"Aagghhh! Ohhh please whip me!" Barbara screamed, her body contorting in agony.
"Good," Roy said and lashed her ass again, getting another scream from the helpless girl. "Now beg for the last one."
"Please, whip me!" Barbara sobbed.
"Louder!" Roy shouted, lashing her once more.
"Please whip me!" Barbara screamed, her ass writhing up and down on the sofa.
She was delirious with agony, but the strange passion of Dale's cock was doing awful things to her. Each stroke of the rod became more bearable, because the feel of Dale's cock rubbing and thrusting at her cunt was drowning agony. As the last stroke landed, the passion became worse. The pain mingled with the most depraved arousal, sending the helpless girl screaming and gyrating on the sofa, gurgling as her ass pounded at Dale's cock.
"Heyyy!" Dale yelled. "That does great things to her cunt, do it again."
His cock swelled in Barbara's cunt and the girl screeched with surging passion, jumping and heaving.
"Yeahhh!" Dale yelled. "How come we never found that out? Do it again!"
"Because Lala's so fuckin' horny she begs for everything," Roy said as he lashed Barbara again. "She's so fuckin' hot we never whip her while we're fuckin' her."
"What's that?" Lala said, leaning into the room. "Her cunt suckin' your cock better when she's whipped?"
"Yeahhh!" Dale gasped. "Hey, do it again."
Lala came in, watching with interest, chewing on a sandwich as she slid her hand under her short denim skirt and caressed her pussy. She slipped into one of the chairs and tossed her leather jacket aside, opening her shirt to reveal her small, high tits while she worked her skirt up and spread her thighs, playing with her cunt as she watched.
"Heyyy, how about some of that at this end?" Wolf yelled as he slammed his cock high into Sandy's suffering cunt.
"Ohhh, no," Sandy moaned, but she kept her voice down; she had learned from Barbara's experience.
"Sure," Roy said, moving down so that he could line the rod up across Sandy's heaving ass. "Try this!"
His hand swept up and slashed down, driving a terrible scream from Sandy.
"Yeahhh!" Wolf snarled. "She sure jumps to that, do it again."
"Oh no!" Sandy screamed. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Shit!" Roy yelled. "The bitch's as bad as her fuckin' sister." He lashed Sandy's ass with a long hard stroke, relishing in the scream of pain that burst from the suffering girl. "Beg me, whore!"
"Do it, Sandy, it's the only way," Barbara sobbed as her pussy exploded with the force of Dale's ramming fuck.
The helpless blonde leaped on the sofa, agony rushing through her ass. She sobbed and buried her face in the sofa cushions, but that didn't save her ass. Her desperate screams rang around the room as the rod cracked into her ass-flesh again.
"Beg me!" Roy roared in fury, his arm flashing up and down again. "Oh, come and whip me!" Barbara screamed as Dale's cock slammed high in her spasming cunt. She didn't know why she said it. Somehow she knew she could take it better than Sandy, but that wasn't all. She had been staring at the rod, a depraved desire growing in her. The slamming of Dale's cock drove her to another deep scream as she sobbed and heaved, her eyes on the terrible rod Roy held.
"What?" Roy chuckled, coming down to Barbara's face level. "You want this, honey?"
He played the cane over Barbara's lips again, and she moaned as she licked at it, kissing the smooth hard surface.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Barbara sobbed. She looked at Sandy as her sister lay there, sobbing as Wolf's massive cock worked in and out of her pussy, driving her feet off the carpet at the top of each stroke. "Yes! Whip me, not her, whip me!"
"Like this?" Roy yelled, lashing Barbara's crimson ass.
"Yessss!" Barbara screeched, lunging upward, her ass jerking back at Dale's long stiff fuck-rod. "Yessss, whip me!"
"Fuuuck me!" Dale yelled. "Give it to her, go on, give it to her!" He slammed his cock in and out of Barbara's tight cunt, while her cunt-walls spasmed around his hard cock, driving him into a frenzy of lust.
"Heyyy, I want some down here!" Wolf yelled. "I don't care if that shit wants it, you gotta give this whore some."
"Okay, wait!" Roy yelled, lashing Barbara's ass with a series of strokes that left the tiny girl screaming constantly.
But the screams were no longer entirely agonized. Barbara had no idea what was happening, but the pain from her ass surged to meet the thrusting rape of Dale's cock, making her feel good inside. Her cunt-walls tightened around Dale's prick, her ass thrusting back at him as she moaned and gasped. Awful depraved feelings rushed over her. She trembled with desire as Dale's cock slammed up her cunt, but she didn't care. She sobbed, falling forward across the sofa, dimly wondering what was happening to her.
"I want this shit whipped!" Wolf yelled. "Now!"
In the chair Lala moaned and came, her fingers stroking her hot cunt. She grinned and took another bite of her sandwich. "Maybe I will get in on this," she said to herself and went back into the kitchen.
Barbara let go of Sandy's hand in the surging rush of terrible desire sweeping over her. Barbara was mewling and howling over the sofa back, her eyes fixed on the rod as Roy raised it over Sandy's ass. Her lips drooled saliva, while her ass jerked back for the invading cock in her cunt.
"Aaaggghhh!" Sandy screamed as her ass erupted again in terrible pain. "Please stop, I'll do anything you-aagghhh! Anything you want, but don't ..."
"Hey, that's good!" Wolf shouted. "Do that a bit more and I'll shoot again."
His cock heaved in Sandy's fuck-channel, rasping over the pussy-walls, driving the horrified blonde to another fit of screaming and weeping. She begged again, but nothing stopped the rod as it lashed her ass. Her weeping, screaming pleas fell on deaf ears. She jumped and heaved in agony, her ass crimson and pulped, her whole body writhing in pain.
"Whip me, she can't take it, you-you shit!" Barbara screamed, using a word she would never have uttered even an hour ago. She wasn't aware of what she was doing. Her ass lurched at Dale's cock, her pussy spasmed and heaved over his thrusting cock, and her whole body seethed with a depraved desire she had never know before. She tried to ignore it, tell herself that she was doing this to save Sandy, but the seething passion inside her wouldn't go away. In fact, it was getting worse.
"You called me a shit?" Roy snapped, almost leaping down to Barbara's heaving ass.
"Yes, you're a shit, a real nasty-aagghh!" Barbara arched and screamed, her ass burning with the power of the lash she'd received. She screamed as Roy whipped her ass in a fury. Her cunt went wild. It sucked at Dale's cock, sending him yelling and groaning with seething lust.
"I'll teach you, whore!" Roy bellowed, his arm blurring as he whipped Barbara.
"You shit!" Barbara screamed, her cunt jerking and sucking at Dale's cock. "Fucker! Fucker!" Her body went out of control as she screamed obscenities she didn't even know she knew.
"Jeezzz! The cunt's coming, ohhh, sheeeitt!" Dale roared. His cock swelled and pulsed in Barbara's streaming pussy, the cum surging around in his balls, getting ready to burst out.
"Watch that bitch go! Hey, whore," Wolf yelled at Sandy, "watch your fuckin' sister fuck like she does!"
Wolf rammed his cock into Sandy's cunt, stroking the hard monster all the way in and out as he watched Barbara jerking and screaming at the other end of the sofa. He cursed again and slapped Sandy's ass, but the blonde hardly reacted, just screamed and slumped farther forward.
"For fuck's sake!" Wolf yelled. "I need the fuckin' whip down here!"
"In a minute!" Dale yelled. "I gotta cum yet!"
"Fuuuck!" Wolf snapped. He heaved Sandy up by her hair, getting another terrible scream from her. "Hey, Ned, get the cat!"
He carried the screaming, struggling Sandy to a chair, keeping his hard cock right up her cunt. There he sat down, impaling Sandy farther on his prick as she moaned and wept. He took her arms and pinned them behind her back, forcing her wonderful tits out.
"Hey, Ned, whip her," he snarled, "maybe we'll get some action."
"Yeahhh!" Ned said, a grin all over his face. His cock rammed at the front of his jeans as he ran the cat across Sandy's tits. "I get her next."
"Sure," Wolf said, "now whip some fuckin' sense into the whore."
The cat lashed Sandy's tits. She screamed, her body jerking up and down on Wolf's massive fuck-rod, her pussy tightening desperately around his cock.
"Yeahhh!" he growled. "That's better, get-tin' some action now."
Sandy's tits rolled and swayed across her rib cage as the cat cut them one way and then another. Her screams rang out in a continuous wail of pain, but her pussy was doing what Wolf wanted, spasming, going berserk around his swollen cock-flesh.
Ned's face was alight with lust as he whipped her, his arm swinging with a fury that reddened every inch of Sandy's tits, the knots in the whip's tails digging deeper marks where they bit into the soft tit-mounds.
Still bent over the sofa, Barbara was screaming, writhing, her body out of control as the combination of the rod and Dale's cock drove a surging passion over her throbbing body that she couldn't understand. Her ass heaved, jerking back for Dale's fuck-rod, ramming his cock higher, harder into her spasming pussy.
"You shits!" she screamed. "You fucking, disgusting shits! You wanna whip me? Whip me, whip me! See if I give in! Shits!"
"Fuuuccckkk! I'm coming!" Dale roared. "Whip the shit outa her!"
He yelled as his cock went out of control and hot cum started gushing down his cockshaft.
Barbara gave a terrible scream of passion as she felt the first jet of cum shoot high in her pussy. It squirted over her cunt-walls, hot, wet, boiling out of Dale's cock. But that wasn't the worst. With each shot of cum, the whip lashed her ass, and that suddenly drove her over the top into a heaving orgasm.
"Sheeittt! The whore's come!" Dale yelled. "Give it to her, go on, Roy!"
Roy lashed the rod down each time Barbara's heaving ass jerked up for the next ramming fuck. The little girl was screaming in constant high-pitched wails of lust, her fingers digging into the cushions, her legs trembling as she came. Sobbing, she dropped her head and bit the cushions, her teeth chewing in desperation at the fabric.
With an unearthly scream Barbara crested, her orgasm tearing through her as Dale's cock slammed in, shooting streams of hot jizz high in her cunt. He rammed away, the jets of fuck-juice pouring out of his prick until even he was reaching the end and his cock slowed, oozing the last of his cum.
Barbara moaned as she lay there, her ass still bouncing slowly as the last of Dale's seed squeezed out of his still-hard cock into her pussy. She sobbed, wondering what had come over her. It had been an orgasm that shook her to the core, and the still-throbbing pain in her ass reminded her of it, sending soft waves of passion over her. She pressed her face into the sofa, weeping bitter tears of shame.
Impaled on Wolf's massive cock, with Ned lashing her tits unmercifully, Sandy was screaming in agony, her cunt spasming in pain as it was raped deeper and harder.
But neither of the men paid her any attention. Wolf heaved her upward as his cock swelled, holding her arms tighter, forcing her tits out to take more of the whip. Screeching, howling in pain, Sandy rolled and tossed, weeping helplessly.
"Yeahhhh!" Wolf roared. "Now I'm gettin' there, keep it up, Ned and she's yours!" He heaved up off the chair, his cock jerking inside Sandy's cunt as the hot jizz boiled out of his balls. "Here I come. Here I fuckin' come!"
Sandy shrieked as her humiliation crested with Wolf's cock pumping hot white goo high in her pussy. To keep her jumping, Ned lashed her tits with each heave of Wolf's cock, and the helpless blonde sobbed and screamed in pain. Her pussy felt as if it would explode with the throbbing power of Wolf's cock, and her tits were a deep red mass of whipped flesh.
Wolf's heaving cock shot out more thick ropes of cum, mashing them into Sandy's spasming pussy-walls until gobs of it oozed out of her cunt and clung in her pussy-hair.
With a final series of lashes Ned drove Sandy's tits into a frenzy of agony as Wolf's cock shot the last of its load. With a frantic scream Sandy twisted out of Wolf's slackening grasp and fell forward, off his still-oozing cock and onto the carpet. She curled in a ball, hugging her aching tits.
But Wolf wasn't going to let her off free. He slid to the floor and grabbed her hair, twisting her around.
"Lick it clean," he snarled, "you got off before I finished!"
Sandy did as she was told, letting Wolf slide his stiff cock into her mouth, licking the oozing cum away.
As she was sucking the last of Wolf's jizz, Lala came back into the room.
"Hey, guys," she said, "come and look at this."
Chapter Five
"Well, fuck me," Dale said. He shoved the two weeping sisters into the basement and the whole group stared around. "So much for small-town innocence, huh?"
It took a little while for Sandy and Barbara to understand what he meant. The basement was done out as a dungeon, with chains, racks, and rows of whips and other torture instruments along the walls. There was also a large closet along one wall with lots of strange costumes in it.
"Hey, you know the guy who owns the house?" Dale said, coming up and prodding Sandy with his foot.
"Y-y-yes," she sobbed, clutching her aching tits.
"You know he was like this?"
"No." Sandy sobbed.
"Listen," Ned said, "Kyle and I ain't got fucked once yet, so we want 'em now."
"Yeah," Dale said, "I guess that's fair enough. Hey, well done, Lala."
Lala giggled. "This is gonna be great!"
Sandy screamed as Ned hauled her off and threw her across the floor, standing over her while he undid his belt and dragged his jeans off.
"Oh please, no, don't do that, please," Sandy pleaded, her body shaking as she saw him pull his big stiff cock out. It wasn't in Wolf's league, but it was more than big enough to hurt her.
"Shut up, whore!" he snarled. "I waited long enough for this. Get your legs up."
Sandy wasn't really sure what he meant. She raised her legs, but he snarled again and thrust them open and back over her head until she screamed with the pain.
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" he yelled and dropped on her, his cock thrusting for her sore pussy-hole.
Sandy screamed and begged, but nothing was any use. He let go of her legs and held his cock while he slammed it at her cunt.
"Shit," he snarled and leaned on her ankles, forcing them almost to the floor over her suffering head. "Put my cock in!"
"Oh no, please," Sandy sobbed, "please, be good to me, I-"
His hands went to her dreadfully whipped tits and he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Put my cock in, whore!"
Sandy sobbed as her nipples exploded with agony. He increased the pressure, driving sheer agony out of her tight buds. In a delirium of pain she reached down, her hands trembling in her white gloves. She took his thick hard cock, moving it over her cunt until she came to her pussy entrance. With a sob of surrender she eased his cock into her cunt and fell back, screaming with the pain in her nipples.
"Yeahhh!" Ned yelled and rammed his cock right up Sandy's cunt, his hips slamming into her thighs and pussy. "That's it, whore!"
He grabbed her ankles, almost tearing her stockings as he forced her legs right to the carpet and wide apart, so that she couldn't block his cock at all.
Sandy screamed and moaned as Ned raped her, fucking his cock in and out like a piston. His pent-up jism was almost ready to explode, and Sandy was almost thankful that it would soon be over.
Barbara was in just as bad a situation. The silent Kyle seized her by the hair too and made her kneel up. "Suck it!"
His flabby belly hung over the tip of his jeans, and Barbara had a terrible time undoing them. She wept and struggled, her painful ass reminding her of the penalty of any refusal. Finally she managed to unzip the jeans and take out Kyle's cock. It was shorter than any of the rest, though just as fat and hard. With a moan Barbara leaned in and let her soft tongue run over the throbbing prick.
Kyle growled with pleasure and rammed his stiff cock into the young girl's mouth. It slid to the back of Barbara's tongue and worked over her throat muscles. She gagged and struggled, but it went in farther. Kyle took her long hair and rammed at her mouth, forcing his cock in until Barbara was struggling and gasping for breath.
"Fuuuck, what's this?" Lala sneered, standing close to the struggling girl. "Can't take a cock? Fuuuck! Here, lemme show ya."
There was a grin on her wide mouth as she lay on her back on a sofa and let her head hang over the side. Her short skirt rode up over her thighs and her open-necked shirt showed her small tits. "Come on, Wolf! Hey, Kyle, let her see this."
Kyle pulled his cock out of Barbara's mouth and twisted her until she could see exactly what Lala was doing.
Lala's red lips were wide open as Wolf leaned over her. His cock thrust out with the full foot of thick meat, right at Lala's mouth. Lala took his cock in her hand and played with it, licking and caressing the thick cock-rod. Then, with a murmur of excitement she fed the monster between her lips.
Wolf didn't push, he just let Lala take it at her own pace, easing the monster cock into her mouth as she urged him on.
Barbara's eyes widened, and she moaned at the thought that they might try and make her do it.
Inch by inch, Wolf's massive cock slide into Lala's mouth. Gurgling with pleasure, the slut sucked at it, sliding the cock to the entrance to her throat. Then his cock went farther, Lala's neck muscles bulging with the effort as she swallowed the thick fleshy cock-meat.
It seemed to the terrified Barbara that Lala's throat bulged with cock-meat right to her stomach as Wolf's cock worked even deeper. On and on it went, until, incredibly, his balls bounced against Lala's nose and she could lick out her tongue over his hairy cock-base. The whole foot of cock-meat was in Lala's mouth, and Barbara shook with horror.
Slowly Wolf eased his cock back out of Lala's mouth and let the massive cock-head play with her lips.
"Ain't coming for ya," he said with a grin. "I'm saving it for these two."
"Fucker," Lala said amiably. She squeezed his cock and ran her hand over her panties. "I didn't think I'd get interested tonight. Must be hornier than I thought."
Wolf laughed and went back over to where Dale and the rest of them were examining the various whips and chains the Jacksons owned.
Kyle didn't say another word, just spun Barbara around and slammed his cock back into her helpless mouth. Gripping her hair, he forced his thick cock deeper into her throat.
Barbara's tears ran down her cheeks as she gagged and struggled on the horrible, thick cock-shaft. Kyle kept on shoving his cock at her throat, forcing it in, cutting off her air. She reached up to try and block him, but he slapped her hands away. In an agony of pain and fear she rubbed her tits and gasped as sudden deep raw passion swept over her. It made cock-sucking easier, and she kept it up, caressing her nipples, feeling them get harder as she became aroused. Almost without thinking, she slid a hand down and caressed her clit, feeling the sticky gobs of Dale's cum smeared over it.
That made her even more excited. Cum on her fingers was so wicked, and the arrows of passion that shot out of her clit made her wriggle with lust, her throat opening to allow more of Kyle's cock to invade her mouth.
Kyle didn't notice what she was doing, but he grunted with pleasure as his cock sank deeper. He began pumping it faster as his lust grew, his hips heaving with the effort. A deep growl grew in his throat, rising as his cock rammed at Barbara's mouth and she swallowed more and more of it.
On the carpet Sandy lay sobbing, her legs spread over her head, her pussy throbbing with the furious fucking of Ned's raging cock. He yelled and heaved, the base of his cock slamming into her clit as he panted with rising lust.
The slam of his cock into her clit and the rasping of his cock-shaft over her tight pussy-walls was doing things to Sandy. Her cunt heaved to the pulse of the rampaging pricks, throbbing with strange sensations of a passion Sandy hadn't felt before. Her ass began jerking to the pace of the cock and she moaned, sobbing with awful feelings of pleasure.
"Yahhhh! You're a whore, you love it, you love it, whore!" Ned yelled as his cock speeded up even more, the cum surging around, close to bursting out. "Come on, whore, admit it!"
But Sandy sobbed and hid her head as much as she could. There was no way she was going to confess a thing like that.
"Tell me, whore!" Ned bellowed and his hands went to Sandy's tits again.
Sandy knew what was going to happen. She screamed, but it was too late, his fingers were around her nipples, pulling, twisting, tearing at her flesh.
"Yessss!" she wept. "I love it, I love it!"
"Fuck, you learn slow, whore." His cock pumped in her tight pussy as he climbed to his climax.
The echoes of the pain from her tits surged out over Sandy's body and made her moan with helpless lust. She sobbed and wept, her ass jerking up off the floor with each ramming fuck of Ned's cock. A feeling of desperate desire rose in her pussy, surging out over her whole body.
Suddenly Ned was yelling and jerking as the cum built up in his balls and exploded into Sandy's tight little cunt-box. "Yaahhh! Take that, whore, take that!"
Hot cum burst into Sandy's throbbing pussy. With a scream she arched up, writhing in desperation as thick gooey fuck-juice filled her cunt. Ned bellowed, his cock jerking as it shot, streams of jizz pouring out.
"Yaahhhh! That's it!" he roared, his hips pumping, slamming his cock-base against Sandy's delicate clit.
She moaned as the feelings burst over her, rising, submerging her in the awful passion. More ropes of cum squirted into her pussy, and her cunt-walls contracted around Ned's cock, sucking his jism out. His throbbing, shooting cock-rod poured out the last of his shots and he fell down across her, groaning with satisfaction.
But Sandy wasn't satisfied. She moaned and tried to stop her hips from thrusting up for more of the cock. Throbs of passion surged through her cunt, filling her body with depraved desire. Gritting her teeth, she lay there, her legs still right over her head, her body crying out for something, she wasn't sure what.
Ned rolled off her and lay on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. "Fuck, not bad."
Sandy rolled into a ball, sobbing with the same and pain of her degradation. She caressed her sore nipples, but found that the awful passion burst out from them. Guiltily she stopped, holding herself tight, listening in horror to the gasps and moans as Kyle rammed his cock into her sister's mouth.
If Sandy had looked, she would have seen that Barbara wasn't suffering as much as it sounded. In fact, her demure sister now had her fingers stuffed up her pussy, fucking herself with a deep fury as she sucked on Kyle's cock. He was oblivious, his head thrown back, his cock pumping at Barbara's face, not even aware that she was taking it all, sucking him in to the balls as he climbed towards orgasm.
"Fuuuckkk!" Kyle moaned as cum shot down his cock and deep into Barbara's throat. His hips pistoned in and out and Barbara's bubbling scream rang out from around his stiff, shooting cock-shaft.
Barbara's fingers worked her clit as she sucked the cum out of Kyle's cock, her other hand diving deep into her hot wet fuck-hole. She was ashamed of herself, but it was the only way to take the horrible rape. She moaned as a climax burst out of her clit, making her swallow Kyle's cock compulsively, her throat muscles clutching and sucking at his spurting cock-rod.
Cum gushed into her throat, rushing down to her stomach. Some backed into her mouth where it ran over her tongue while Kyle's grip on her lovely hair tightened and he bellowed with release. His cock thrust in her mouth for several more seconds and then slowed, the streams of sticky cum dribbling smaller gobs. He stood panting, still unaware that Sandy was moaning with a climax as she rubbed her spasming clit.
But Dale noticed. "Look at that! Hey, got them both here."
Kyle and Ned were slow to react, so Roy and Wolf came over and picked up the two girls, hauling them over to face Dale who was grinning with amusement.
"Well, okay," he said, "you two are getting into the swing of things now, so let's have a bit of real sisterly fun, huh?"
The rest of the bikers chuckled and the two girls shook with fear, sneaking a glance at each other.
"Now you've both got cum in your cunts, and it's not right, gotta be cleaned out, so get on with it."
"W-what?" Barbara asked, looking around at the group of bikers.
Dale leaned forward. "To save you guessing, the two of you lick the cum out of each other's cunt Now!"
"B-but ..." Sandy stammered.
Dale drew one of the Jacksons' whips through his fingers. It had a short handle and a long, plaited tail and looked terribly painful. "Do it now or take this!"
"Ohhh God," Sandy moaned. "I can't!"
The whip lashed out, cutting a deep red line across her tits.
"You beast!" Barbara screamed, and then jumped as Wolf grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She could feel the thrust of his massive cock between the cheeks of her ass, but that wasn't her worst nightmare.
The whip lashed out, cutting right across her nipples. Her screams of agony erupted around le room, and a thick crimson line curved across her flesh as she struggled in Wolf's grasp.
"Yes, yes, we'll do it, we will, don't- aagghhh! Please, let me suck my sister's pussy, please!" she screamed, and Dale let the whip drop.
"Now!" he said. "On the floor."
Instantly Barbara dropped beside her sister who still held her tits and moaned. Sandy still had her white gloves on. They were torn and dirty, but still there.
"On your sides," Dale yelled, "fuck, do we have to show you everything?"
Sandy and Barbara rolled together, sobbing with shame and pain.
"Open your fuckin' legs!" Wolf yelled. "If Lala has to show you, it'll be fuckin' painful."
Somehow the two sisters realized what they had to do. Slowly Sandy opened her thighs and slid one leg over Barbara's shoulders. Barbara did the same and the two of them were suddenly staring at each other's cunt.
"Lick those cunts clean!" Dale snapped.
Timidly Barbara licked her tongue out, running it over the swollen lips of her sister's pussy. Her own cunt shuddered as Sandy's tongue flicked over her swollen clit, and that sudden, terrible arousal rushed over her. She tried to stop it, but it got worse, even while she was licking the mashed and sticky cum out of Sandy's mouth, demanding a deeper suck.
"Okay, there they go!" Dale chuckled. "Fuuuck, who'd a thought it, huh?"
Sandy moaned in horror, but it was happening to her too. She had so nearly come when Ned fucked her, and now her sensitive pussy was being licked. Sharp pangs of lust shot from her cunt, and she writhed closer to Barbara, her thighs opening wider, her knee thrusting over Barbara's shoulder as the sisters snuggled closer.
Neither of them wanted to admit what was happening, but their passion was rising and there was nothing they could do to stop it. With feverish licking they soon cleared the cum from each other's pussy, sucking the white gobs down with more and more passion. In desperation Sandy took her mouth away, twisting out of Barbara's grasp.
"I licked it all off," she yelled, "look it-"
She screamed as she saw the whip curling out for her ass, then jerked and screeched with pain as the tail cut across her red ass-cheeks.
"You stop when I tell you to," Dale said, gathering the whip in again.
Sandy didn't try to argue. Weeping with pain, she lunged for Barbara's cunt, her mouth sucking it in, licking over the streaming wet red flesh. Barbara gave a long shuddering moan and her hips jerked with the passion she couldn't hide. Her own hot mouth sank over Sandy's clit, sucking and licking with fury as the two sisters coupled and struggled on the floor.
"Yeahhh, look at the whores!" Roy yelled. "Fuck, can they go!"
Both Sandy and Barbara moaned in shame, but their passion was rising too high. Their mouths locked on each other's cunt, sucking the hot flesh between their teeth while their tongues rasped and flicked with surging lust. Their moans rang around the room as they wriggled and heaved, fingers digging into each other's thighs and asses, thrusting their mouths harder and harder over each other's pussy. They rolled on the floor, clutching each other, sucking out gobs of cum that had been high up in their cunts, licking it over each other's clit, their faces wet with pussy-juices.
"Heeyyy!" Wolf yelled. "Whores, whores!" He rocked with laughter as Sandy screamed, her hips going wild as she rammed her pussy over her sister's face.
Barbara wasn't far behind. Her screams of orgasm broke out from between Sandy's thighs as she sucked and licked her sister to a series of thundering climaxes. Her own orgasms rolled over her, surging with each deep suck of Sandy's mouth.
Sandy screamed as she writhed on the floor, her pussy a seething mass of lust, throbbing and beating at Barbara's willing mouth. Sobbing and moaning, Sandy came again, her clit exploding under the hard pussy sucking. She wailed, and sank her mouth back onto Barbara's spasming cunt. With a brutal heave she rolled Barbara onto her back and rammed her soft lips over the red gash of her cunt.
Barbara wailed as she came, her cunt throbbing with lust, her climaxes pulsing over her. Her head dropped back to the carpet, but she slid her fingers over Sandy's clit, feeling her sister give another great gasp of climax. As Sandy sucked her pussy, Barbara ran several fingers into her sister's cunt, keeping her clit stroking going as she wailed and heaved in climax.
With a deep groan of passion Sandy crested and moaned. She kept her mouth on Barbara's pussy until her sister yelled, heaved up off the floor and dropped back, moaning with shame and satisfaction.
The two of them lay there, panting and moaning, sweat running over their soft skin.
Dale chuckled. "Well, okay, these two ain't gonna be so stuck up from now on, hey?"
Chapter Six
"Hey," Lala said, "let's dress 'em up a bit, I mean, fuck, I think I'll try something." She went over to the closet and began sorting through the clothes.
The men laughed and went over, playing games, throwing clothes out as they rummaged through.
"Fuck me," Roy said, "they sure are a pair of perverts here." He held up a tight pair of black leather panties with a zip all the way from the belt at the front, through the crotch to the back.
"Heyyy," Lala said, "just what I need, gimme those boots too."
She stripped off her clothes with no thought at all, fully revealing her slim figure with its tight ass-cheeks and thrusting tits. She took the panties and heaved them on, pulling them tight before zipping them up.
"Not bad," she said, parading in front of the full-length mirror. "Now the boots."
All the men were totally engrossed in Lala as she pulled on a pair of thigh-length black boots with six-inch spiked heels. They were tight and she struggled with them, the men offering to fuck her as she worked.
Barbara turned to Sandy. "We could escape, if we can get to the door."
"It's too dangerous," Sandy sobbed softly. "If they catch us, we'll be really punished."
"I'll go then," Barbara said, looking over at the door. "If I can just get outside, I can probably get away. Stay quiet."
As the men cheered and laughed, Lala finally got one of the boots on and reached for the other. Slowly Barbara crawled away, keeping the sofa between her and them.
She reached the door, reached for the handle. Slowly it turned and she eased the door open. The door creaked, loudly.
"What the ... " Dale yelled, turning and seeing instantly what was happening.
In horror, Barbara flung the door open and bolted up the stairs. She reached the kitchen and ran for the main room, but Dale was right behind her and tackled her, bringing her down in a sobbing heap on the floor. He held her down and crawled up her body until he was astride her. Then he turned her over and stared down into her sobbing face.
"Nice try, sister," he said. "Hey, I like a whore with spirit, you got more guts than your fuckin' sister."
He laughed and ran his hands over Barbara's soft tits. Almost tenderly he unzipped his pants and slipped his cock between Barbara's lovely tit-mounds. He rolled them over his cockshaft, tit-fucking her with long slow strokes. Barbara lay there petrified.
"Yeahhhh," he said softly, "you know who I blame most?"
"N-no," Barbara whispered.
"Your fuckin' sister who wouldn't go with you, and wouldn't tell us, I mean fuck, no guts at all."
"You get her?" Roy called up.
"Yeah," Dale yelled, "truss that sister of hers up right, she's for it. Put her over that bar, let's have some real ass-fuckin' around here."
"Riiiiight!" Roy shouted.
"Oh please, don't hurt Sandy," Barbara begged.
"Don't you worry, sister," Dale said, "you play right with me and you won't do bad." He slid his huge cock between her tits, pushing them harder to make a tighter channel for it. "Promise me you'll do everything we tell you to do and we'll go easy on you."
"And Sandy?" Barbara asked, hearing a heart-rending scream from her older sister as she spoke.
"Your fuckin' sister is a bitch," he said, "but you play ball and we won't hurt her too much. She'll be sore all over, but that never killed nobody."
Barbara moaned a little. Dale's rough hands were working her tits, rubbing her sensitive nipples and she was getting aroused again. She bit her hp, hoping Dale hadn't noticed, but he had.
"Well, okay, little sister," he crooned, "you're somethin' else, you know that?"
"Oh please," Barbara sobbed. Her tits were on fire as he rasped his fingers over her nipples. Her pussy was getting wet, and she moaned with rising excitement. From downstairs there was the slap of a whip and a scream from Sandy and even that aroused her. She gasped, waiting for the next crack. When it came, she sobbed and her tits heaved up at his hands, her thighs trembling with excitement as Sandy's scream died away.
Dale chuckled. "We'd better take you down to see this, get you creaming your jeans if you had any on."
"Oh no!" Barbara protested, but Dale picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her to the stairs as if she were a sack of feathers. She pounded at his back, but the excitement wouldn't stop. His brutal treatment carried a real lust for her underneath, she could feel it. Dale wanted her, and that turned her on. She sobbed with shame, but it wouldn't go away.
"Well, okay," he said as he carried her into the dungeon, "look at this."
He tossed her effortlessly across the back of the sofa, so that she could see what Sandy was going through and still be open for him.
Sandy was over a bar that stood about waist height on a piece of what looked like gym apparatus. Her ankles were lashed to the supports and her wrists to her ankles, so that her ass pitched up in the air, a perfect target for Lala as she lashed Sandy's ass with the long plaited tail of the whip.
Lala had finished dressing. As well as the skin-tight panties, she wore the black boots and a tight leather top that thrust her high tits up, almost revealing them completely. On her head she wore a black cap, pulled down over her eyes, and black elbow-length gloves completed the outfit.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandy screamed. "Please, don't don't!"
"Beg one of these boys to fuck your ass," Lala snarled, lashing the helpless girl, and then you only got a few more strokes to go."
"Noooo!" Sandy wailed as she struggled, and the horrible whip cut her helpless ass again, leaving a bright red streak across her already painfully mashed flesh.
"Beg them!" Lala yelled, her arm blurring as she brought the whip across Sandy's ass.
Sandy's scream rang around the room while all the bikers held their cocks and slowly rubbed them, watching Sandy's terrible whipping.
"Beg, whore!" Lala yelled as the whip cut across Sandy's ass again.
"Aaaghhhhh! Please, please, yes, you can do it!" Sandy wailed as she cracked, her will broken.
"Beg them to fuck your ass, sister!" Lala snarled, lashing the whip across Sandy's helpless body once more.
"Please, please, fuck my ass!" Sandy screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"That's better," Lala said, "now all you have to take are six more strokes for helping your-"
"Nooooo!" Sandy screamed. "Please, you promised."
"Make me take them!" Barbara yelled as Dale ran his hands over her ass and his cock probed between her ass-cheeks. She hung on the back of the sofa, her eyes misted, with a strange feeling surging around inside her. She could take it, Sandy couldn't. "I was the one who escaped."
"Yeah, come on, Lala," Roy said, "I wanna fuck this whore's ass."
"Whatever," Lala said and lowered the whip, walking over to the sofa where Barbara hung, panting.
Dale leaned over. "It ain't as simple as that, whore. I need fuckin'. You're gonna be on my cock while Lala whips you till I come. Then you're gonna suck me hard again while anybody who wants fucks you, and then I'm gonna ass-fuck you. However long it takes, got that?"
The most perverted desire rushed over Barbara as she stared at Lala and the whip. She screamed, trying to disguise the rush of emotions that crested, roaring through her body.
"I'll do anything to save my sister," she screeched, "you can do what you like to me!"
"Riiiiight," Dale hissed in her ear, "I'll show you who you are, whore, you wait. Now get my pants off and get on my cock."
Barbara trembled as she reached for his jeans, she unzipped them, slid them down and off, then reached up for his underpants. He waited while she worked them over his rampant cock, and Lala stood with the whip curled in her hand. The very sight of it made Barbara's throat constrict with fear and a desperate excitement.
Dale kept his shirt on and waited for her. Barbara trembled as she looked at his cock again. It throbbed and pulsed at her and she knew how much he wanted to fuck her.
"Get on it," he demanded.
Barbara gasped as she realized that he wanted her to climb on his cock while he was standing up. She was so tiny the head of his prick reached almost to her rib cage. Shaking almost uncontrollably, she climbed onto the sofa seat and spread her lovely, stocking-clad legs. "Please, help me."
Dale grinned and walked to her, his cock throbbing and bouncing with more urgency than ever before. He picked her up like a doll and lifted her pussy over his cock, moving her around until she was ready to slide down on it.
"Oh yes, that's right," Barbara gasped, hardly believing that she was helping a man to fuck her. Or that the most depraved lust was already surging through her body.
Very slowly Dale lowered the quivering Barbara onto his massive cock.
"Uuuuuugrrrrrgggg!" Barbara sobbed as her tight little cunt was invaded. The massive thick cock-rod spread her pussy-walls, sending endless sparks of passion surging through her body. She shrieked with lust as the massive cock drove deeper, filling her pussy with hard fuck-meat. Her hips were already jerking to the pulse of the lust surging through her body, and she moaned with the unbearable rising passion. She gasped as his cock reached the limit, filling her pussy to the hilt, the massive shaft throbbing like an engine deep in her body.
"Get your legs right up," he ordered, "so Lala can get you right with the whip!"
"Ooooohhhh," Barbara moaned, her pussy sucking and jerking uncontrollably. She hung around Dale's neck as she slid her wonderful shapely legs up his hips until they were around his thighs, holding him tightly.
Lala lined the whip up, cracking it experimentally in the air, inches from Barbara's tight ass-cheeks. Then she swung it for real, the tightly braided leather cracking across Barbara's ass, beating a thick line of agony into her flesh.
Over the bar, Sandy was sobbing and pleading with Roy as he rubbed her ass, moving his fingers between her ass-cheeks, probing for her tight knot of ass-muscles.
"Please, just fuck me up the front," she pleaded. "I can take it there, but not there, noooo!"
She squirmed on the bar in terrible shame as his finger pushed in, probing her shit-hole.
"Get me some cream," Roy said, "nice little hole, fuckin' dry."
There was a roar of laughter at that and Ned tossed across a container of skin cream that had been sitting among the whips and chains.
"Ready, whore?" Roy asked Sandy as he squirted gobs of the cream over her whipped and pulped ass.
Sandy sobbed and tugged at the bonds that held her wrists to her ankles. Her little white gloves were shredded by now, but still somehow clung to her hands. She sobbed in desperation as Roy's hands played over her ass, rubbing the cream into her sore flesh.
Then his fingers began probing at her asshole, pushing cream in, lubricating her hole for his cock. Sandy shrieked as one of his fingers penetrated her shit-hole, thrusting through the protective ring of muscles running deep into her hot ass.
"Yeahhhh," he chuckled, "now ain't that nice?"
"Oooooohhh, no," Sandy sobbed, but he pushed another finger in and the pain began. Her ass-walls shook as he scissored his fingers inside her, driving pain and fear with them.
"Okay," Roy said, "let's do it right." He took his fingers out and spread cream over his long hard cock, stroking it as he surveyed the whipped blonde's lovely ass, spread out helplessly for him. "Fuck, this is gonna be great."
Sandy felt his cock-head pushing between her ass-cheeks, moving down closer to her shit-hole all the time.
"Stop!" she begged. "Oooooh don't do it, don't!"
But he just laughed and slapped her desperately painful ass-cheeks, making her scream again. His cock pushed against the outer ring of her ass-muscles, and they clenched to try and stop him. It was hopeless. He played there a bit, stroking his cock around the very edge of her tight asshole, and then pushed.
The bar stopped Sandy moving at all. She was shoved into it as the pressure of his cock on her asshole increased. His thick bulbous cock-head pushed in, opening her tight asshole, straining her muscles.
"Stop it!" she begged, but he pushed again and the whole of his cock-head pushed into her ass.
"Aaahhhhhh!" Sandy screamed, her body twisting on the bar, her arms pulling helplessly at the bonds.
"Sheeit, she's great," Roy gasped as he eased his cock back, then pushed again, driving deeper into Sandy's virgin shitter. He moaned as her hot tight asshole engulfed his thick straining cock. He eased back again and then pushed, fucking his cock into Sandy's ass to the hilt.
"Yaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Sandy sobbed as her shitter-walls exploded with pain. He was right up, his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks, his huge cock filling her guts, straining her ass-walls apart until she screamed in agony. She jumped and heaved on the bar, sobbing with the pain and humiliation.
Barbara's scream rang around the room as the whip cut into her ass. She heaved up on Dale's cock, her pussy erupting as the pain and lust mingled so she couldn't tell which was which. Her pussy slammed down on the thick fleshy prick as the whip cut in again, dealing her ass another terrible welt. Barbara screeched, her pussy sucking at Dale's prick as she leaped up and slid back down it, her tight pussy-walls spasming with a rising orgasm.
"Now you see who you are, whore," Dale whispered in her ear as his cock throbbed and swelled in her cunt-pit. "You're coming, admit it, you love it, love to be whipped and fucked, and whipped again, come on, admit it!"
"Nooooo!" Barbara screamed as she leaped again, her ass on fire, her pussy going crazy with lust. Her cunt squeezed at his thick cock as the whip creamed her tight ass again, driving her into a surging, rolling climax. She clung around his neck, her legs tightening around his waist as she screamed and heaved in the grip of the most depraved emotions of her life. "You bastards! I hate you, hate you, bastards! You shits! Shits!"
But Sandy was having the same problem Barbara suffered earlier. She couldn't believe that she was getting turned on by having her ass fucked, but she was. Even her desperate struggles on the bar, pulling at the bonds, only made the passion worse. She sobbed helplessly as the thick bulk of Roy's cock filled her shit-hole, pumping in and out like a thick meaty piston. Her thighs shook, trembling under the onslaught as Roy's cock throbbed inside her.
"Jeeeezzzz!" Roy yelled. "She's got some fuckin' ass, this whore, ohhh, fuuuuck!" His thrusting hips speeded up, his cock rasping over her shit-pit walls as he gripped the bar on either side of Sandy's body and leaned on her ass with more and more force. I'm gonna come! Right up your fuckin' ass, whore!"
Sandy struggled, her body rolling on the bar as she felt his cock growing, throbbing, getting ready to shoot his load cum up her shitter. She moaned at the force of his fucking. Her asswalls started reacting to his cock, sucking in on it, demanding the full force of his prick. He yelled, his hips speeding up, his thighs slapping into her ass-cheeks as he fucked her, his cum boiling in his balls.
Sandy wept as the climax built inside her. She moaned and struggled, but nothing stopped it.
As the cum finally burst out of Roy's throbbing piss-slit and poured high in her ass, she screamed and arched on the bar, an orgasm of incredible force taking her over completely. Sandy gurgled as her ass thrust back wantonly for more of Roy's cock, her ass-walls throbbing around his cock, sucking the cum out of it in great hot wads of creamy goo.
"Oooohhh stop!" she wailed as she came on the bar, shaking the whole apparatus, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
"Whore, whore!" Roy yelled as his cock pumped its load of fuck-juice into her ass, jerking like a snake until the last drops of it oozed out and he fell forward, panting with exhaustion.
But Sandy was still moving. She couldn't disguise her climax as it moved her ass helplessly around, sucking at his slowly sinking cock, she struggled and bit her lips, but she wanted more.
"Bitch!" Roy yelled. "I'll teach you."
Violently he pulled out of her ass, his cock still twitching and heaving, cum-cream and ass-juices all down it. He dropped to the floor and shoved it at Sandy's mouth.
"Clean me off!" he ordered.
Sandy shuddered as his cock pulled out, but suddenly she was staring in horror at his cock-rod, shining and sticky with goo. Her body still rocked with desire, but she couldn't face sucking that slimy cock.
Ned's prick rubbed over her pussy. "Clean his cock off and I'll fuck you! Refuse and I'll whip the shit outa you."
It wasn't just the threat of the whip. The feel of a hard prick at her pussy-lips was more than Sandy could stand. But that wasn't where she wanted it. She couldn't beg for that, she told herself, she couldn't.
Ned misunderstood here. "Right, bitch, now you're for it!"
"Put it up my ass!" Sandy suddenly wailed, breaking, sobbing with horror at herself.
"Ohhhh, so that's the way it is," Ned said with a grin. He slid his cock to the tight asshole, playing over it until Sandy screamed with helpless lust, her asshole heaving for his cock. "Suck Roy clean!" he ordered.
Sandy gave in. She licked at the sticky goo all over Roy's cock-shaft, and he pushed his prick into her mouth. With a gurgle Sandy swallowed it, choking on the earthy taste. But then Ned slid into her ass and she lurched up on the bar, her mouth sucking furiously while her ass went wild with lust.
"Great, whore!" Roy said, grabbing her hair and ramming her mouth over his cock.
Chapter Seven
Barbara clung to Dale, her hips pumping up and down on his massive cock. She moaned, sobbed, her body twisting, ramming harder and harder.
"Beg for it," Dale said, holding her legs as they trembled around his waist.
''Nooooo!" Barbara sobbed, ramming her cunt down on his cock and screaming. Her tits heaved as she fucked herself as hard as she could on his gigantic prick.
Lala lashed the whip across Barbara's ass, just once, a stroke that drove another thick red line into her flesh.
Barbara screamed and gurgled, her ass heaving with unbearable passion. Her cunt spasmed around Dale's cock, but he held her just where she was, letting her pump herself on his stiff cock-meat as hard as she wanted.
"You can't get what you want without it," he whispered.
"Noooo! You beasts!" Barbara sobbed, jerking helplessly on his cock-shaft. "I said I'd take the whipping for Sandy, it's for her, now do it!"
Lala stood close, her cap hard down over her eyes as she stroked her tits in their tight black top.
"Beg for it," she hissed in Barbara's ear. "You can't come without being whipped, beg for it."
"Whip me for Sandy, go on, it's what you want, whip me!" Barbara screamed as Lala slid her glove over her suffering ass-flesh.
"Beg for it, whore," Lala said softly, "we'll torture you until you can't hold out any longer. You're a whore like me. Would you like to whip me while I suck Kyle off? Big fat Kyle? Would you like that?"
Barbara screamed and spasmed on Dale's cock, her pussy sucking and trembling around the hard prick, but she still couldn't finish her come. It just went on and on and she needed to crest, to rush over the top, fall into the pit of satisfaction.
"Come on, admit that you'd love to whip me," Lala breathed, her pussy wet as she thought about it.
"Noooo!" Barbara screamed. "It's evil, it's wicked, it's sin!"
"Sure is." Lala chuckled and kissed Barbara's face, making the tiny girl moan with another attack of lust. "That's why it's so much fun. Now admit you'd love to whip me, admit it."
"Yessssss!" Barbara yelled, unable to hold back any more. "I'll whip the shit outa you."
"Beg for it, and you might," Lala murmured, curling the whip past Barbara's mouth. "Kiss the whip, come on, you want to so much."
Barbara screamed, lunging up and down on Dale's throbbing cock-rod. She stared at the whip, longing to feel it on her ass. Just a few strokes and she would be over this and she could stop. They would have to leave her alone in the end and then she could go back to being what she was. But the whip was there, the leather curling past her nose, the tightly braided leather that hurt so much when it bit into her ass, hurt so much, made her come. With a low moan she kissed the leather, still clinging to Dale as she licked at the whip, her lips running over the tight brown coils. Shamelessly she kissed the tail, licking all the way down it as Lala drew it past her mouth, moaning and heaving, trying to bring herself off, but failing.
"Beg for it!" Lala whispered. "Come on, beg for it and I'll beg for it when you've really proved you're a whore like me. I'll make you come when I beg, I'll hang around your legs, crawl up to lick your ass, your pussy, anything you want if you'll just whip me."
Barbara screamed in helpless lust. Her body burned and there was only one way to put it out. She didn't care if Lala was lying or not. With a desperate groan, she broke.
"Whip me!" she sobbed. "Please, whip me, whip meeeee!" Her climaxes soared as she confessed, but still they wouldn't reach the peak she had to reach to be satisfied.
Lala stepped back. Barbara's guttural sobs rang around the room as she clung to Dale, her ass tossing, ramming her cunt deep onto his cock. The whip curled through the air and lashed Barbara's tight, red ass-cheeks.
"Oooooohhhhhh God!" Barbara screamed, orgasms bursting out of her agonized ass. "Do it again! Whip me hard, whip meeeee!"
Frantically her pussy beat up and down on Dale's massive fucker, sucking at it as the whip broke another surging climax out of her ass as she came in endless surges of lust.
But Barbara wasn't the only one getting savage treatment. Ned jammed his cock into Sandy's ass and the little blonde groaned as she sucked Roy's shrinking cock-rod clean. Her hips jerked into the bar, her shitter-hole spasmed around Ned's cock and she surged into a terrible orgasm. She was desperately ashamed of herself, but she couldn't stop. These depraved bikers had done something to her. She felt Roy's cock swelling in her mouth as her sucking lips drove fresh desire into it.
"Sheeit," Ned gasped as he leaned harder on the sobbing blonde's ass, his cock deep in her guts, "you were right, this is one hell of an ass, fuuuuck!"
His cock speeded up, his thighs trembling as he rammed his throbbing prick into Sandy's bound body.
Sandy's shitter-walls were going berserk with the harsh fucking. They spasmed around the hard cock-meat, arrows of lust lashing out from every inch of the contact. She gurgled around Roy's cock as it got harder and thrust at her throat. He leaned back on the floor, his prick thrusting up into her mouth as his excitement mounted.
As she clung to Dale, the whip lashing her ass in glorious stripes of red pain, Barbara was finally reaching the top of her climax. Her endless screams of lust rang from the walls, and her sucking pussy was finally driving Dale out of his mind.
He pulled Barbara close to him. "You bitch, you're the best, you know that, the best!"
Barbara screamed as his words bit right into her. She felt his cock exploding deep in her cunt, felt the cum rushing down the swelling cock-shaft and out into her fuck-channel. Her climaxes crested, throwing her into a spasm of lust that sucked the cum out of Dale's balls like a vacuum pump. He yelled, his cock rammed to the top of her tiny cunt.
He held the sobbing, heaving Barbara close to him as his hot white seed poured into her and she climaxed with pulse of jism. Gobs of his juice ran out of her cunt and into their hair as Barbara gave a great final scream and fell, her ass slowing down as she heaved on his still-oozing cock.
Both men fucking Sandy were going crazy as they rammed into her, and Sandy herself was screaming, out of her mind with the driving force of the two cocks.
"Jeeeezzz," Roy gasped as his prick vanished into Sandy's hot mouth, "I'm gonna shoot again, fuuuuccccckk!"
He grabbed Sandy's blonde hair and rammed higher, forcing his cock right into her throbbing throat.
Sandy thrust her mouth down his stiff cock with a compulsion born of her desperate, surging orgasms. Her ass boiled with lust as Ned's thick fuck-rod slammed in, driving both of them into higher climaxes. His cock throbbed and jerked as hot jizz flooded out of his balls.
"Yaaaaahhhhh!" he roared. "You got another load coming, whore, right up your ass!"
He slammed his hips at Sandy's whipped ass, driving his cock to the limit as hot gushes of cum shot out of his piss-slit, high in Sandy's guts. His hips jerked as he shot, streams of his cum squirting over Sandy's ass-walls, squeezing out of her asshole past his ramming prick.
Sandy screamed as she swallowed the first jet of Roy's fresh juice flooding her throat. Her raging climax rushed to its peak as huge gobs of white salty goo poured back into her mouth and she swallowed them to the beat of her raging orgasm. The apparatus she was bound to jerked on the floor as she heaved at the bonds, her body twisting in orgasm.
"Fuuuuck!" Roy yelled. "She got another load outa me. Fuuuuck, these two!" He thrust his hips at Sandy's face as more and more of his cum shot out, filling her mouth until gobs of it formed on her lips.
She sucked them in, swallowing as her ass erupted in the final surges of climax and she fell against the bar, sobbing with release.
Barbara slid off Dale's cock and dropped to the floor. For a few moments she felt fine, her orgasms subsiding, her body relaxed. But then she remembered what she had done. Begged to be whipped. Shame rushed over her, building up from her stomach, making her sob with sudden horror of what she had become. She had to stop herself doing depraved things like that, or she would never be able to go back to her old life.
Sandy was having the same problem. She still tasted the cum in her mouth, remembered how she'd sucked the cock right into her throat, felt the cum oozing out of her ass, remembered how she'd begged Ned to put it there and not in her cunt. That was utterly depraved. She had no idea how she would atone for that. When she went to confession, she could not think of confessing such a thing. She sobbed and drooped over the bar.
"What the fuck's wrong with these shits?" Lala asked, striding over to Sandy. "They come like volcanoes and, shit, look at 'em."
Dale chuckled. "Don't give up yet, honey, you wasn't exactly begging for it when you started, hey?"
He picked Barbara up and slung the weeping girl over his shoulder.
"Stop, let me alone, please!" Barbara begged, but he ignored her.
He carried her over to Sandy on the bar. "Look at that. Cum all over the place." He set Barbara on her feet. "How'd you like to lick that up?"
Barbara almost vomited. Cum oozed out of her weeping sister's ass, running in the crack, most of it down into her pussy. Sandy hung on-the bar, weeping bitterly, sobbing her heart out in the most degraded shame.
"Oh no," Barbara whispered.
"Okay," Dale said with a grin, "lemme tell you how it's gonna be. You're gonna clean your sister up with your tongue while Wolf here ass-fucks ya. If you do that, then you can whip Lala while she sucks Kyle, like she promised. But if I have to take a whip to you, then all bets are off."
Barbara couldn't think straight. She stared at the weeping, wailing Sandy. Cum still oozed out of her ass and down the crack into her pussy.
"You know what I could do," Dale said with a chuckle. "Bend you over, give you a couple of strokes on the ass and you'd do anything for us. How about that?"
Barbara's head spun. She looked at the whip in Lala's hand, her chest heaving. She knew she couldn't go through that again. A sob formed deep in her throat as she bent over, her face closing in on her sister's ass. The smell of fresh cum mingled with the hot odor of Sandy's shitter, and the awful excitement mounted in the tiny brunette. Softly she kissed Sandy's ass-cheeks, just above where the cum was.
Sandy moaned and struggled on the bar, her ass waving at the caress. "Ohhh, don't, Barbara, they make us do these awful things."
"They'll whip us if we don't," Barbara moaned, almost bursting into tears. She licked at a gob of cum, taking it into her mouth and swallowing it.
"Oooooohh," Sandy moaned and gripped her ankles with her wrists. Her body heaved and the bar creaked slightly with the pressure. Her thighs trembled and her ass twitched. Lust burst out of her ass and she sobbed with deepening shame.
Barbara was sobbing too as she buried her face into the crack of her sister's ass. She licked at some more cum, knowing that she would have to lick over Sandy's asshole itself very soon. She tried to put that off by licking down to Sandy's pussy, taking up the streaks of cum that clung there.
"Spread your legs," Wolf said behind her. "I'm gonna give your ass the ride of its life."
Barbara gasped. She remembered how big Wolf's cock was. And all that meat was going up her tight asshole. It would skewer her, break her wide open. She broke into sobs, still licking at the cum running in Sandy's pussy-crack.
Wolf's massive cock was covered in cream, but that wasn't much comfort to the weeping Barbara. She felt his massive bulbous prick-head thrust at her tight ring of muscles, and pain shot out at once. She shuddered, sobbed helplessly and sucked hard at Sandy's cunt, trying to forget what was going on.
"Shit, this chick's got the greatest ass!" Wolf chuckled as he thrust his cock harder.
"Aaahhhh!" Barbara groaned, jerking up, her ass ringing with pain. The massive cock-head had sunk an inch or so in and her ass-walls were stretching.
"Get your head down!" Dale snapped, and thrust her face back into the crack of Sandy's ass.
Cum smeared all over Barbara's face as it was buried between her sister's ass-cheeks. She moaned, held onto Sandy's thighs as she licked into the deep crack, waiting with horror building inside her.
Wolf heaved at her ass. His thick prick sank in, heaving Barbara's ass-cheeks apart with its force. He waited, his cock easing just in and out of Barbara's ass, working her ass-muscles as the helpless little girl licked at her sister's ass and wept. Then he started thrusting deeper, pulling back, then in again, driving more of his massive foot-long prick into the tiny girl's ass with each stroke.
Barbara sobbed, her screams muffled by Sandy's ass. She licked at the cum, cleaning it up, her tongue traveling the length of Sandy's ass-crack, flicking over the tight hole which still oozed drops of white goo. Her own ass exploded with each thrust of Wolf's cock, her ass-walls heaving.
But, already, the horrible depraved passion was building inside her. It seemed that the more disgusting the task, the more aroused she got. That made her sob louder, but not for long.
Wolf rammed his cock deeper, forcing more of the thick cock in at each stroke. Inch by inch it invaded, skewering Barbara's ass, making the tiny girl scream in helpless agony. Then he rammed to the hilt, filling Barbara's guts with his cock-meat.
"Ohhhh God!" Barbara gurgled. It was as if a skewer was rammed right up her, almost into her throat. It pulled back a bit, then rammed higher, and harder, driving her throbbing ass-walls into spasms of depraved lust.
"Suck your sister's ass!" Dale yelled. "And keep your mouth there until Wolf shoots."
Both girls screamed, but Barbara ran her mouth down, over Sandy's tight little asshole and licked at it, feeling Sandy's ass-muscles tremble at her touch. She gurgled as Wolf's cock slammed into her guts again, then pulled back and began a fast ramming fuck, thrusting deep into her ass with each stroke.
"Fuuuuucccck! What an ass!" Wolf roared as he pumped his cock into the helpless girl's shitter. "Fuuuck, I'm gonna shoot right up it, yeaahhhh!"
As his ass-fucking picked up pace, Barbara went wild. The depraved passion surged all over her. Her mouth went hard over Sandy's ass, sucking and licking at it, tasting the cum as it squeezed out, feeling Sandy's ass going crazy under the assault. Her own ass throbbed and beat to the frantic pulse of the cock ramming in and out. She began to sway and heave, gripping Sandy's thighs hard as she thrust her ass back for the cock.
"Ooooohhhhh nooooo!" Sandy wailed as her sister's tongue licked deeper into her shit-hole. It seemed that just a touch on her ass sent her into spasms of passion. Her ass trembled as Barbara's tongue dug around in the hole, sending the blonde into a sudden shrieking orgasm. She wailed as she bounced on the bar, her ass heaving shamelessly in climax.
Wolf roared as he pumped his cock harder and faster into Barbara's hot shit-pit. "I'm coming, whore, I'm coming, right up your tight little ass!"
His hips went berserk, heaving at Barbara's tight ass as his cock filled her guts with cock-meat.
Barbara went frantic, sucking at her climaxing sister's ass, burying her tongue deep in the spasming brown hole, her ass pumping back at Wolf's cock. She screamed into Sandy's ass as Wolf's cock throbbed in her ass, and she felt the swelling as the cum gushed down his prick.
Wolf yelled as his cock shot streams of hot goo into Barbara's ass. His cock slammed in, shooting hot cum that boiled around in Barbara's ass, mashing into her walls, oozing out around his slamming cock-meat.
Barbara's screams rang around the room. Her ass throbbed and sucked at Wolf's cock as it shot the hot load of fuck-juice. She felt the seed filling her asshole, deep into her spasming guts. She rammed her tongue around Sandy's asshole, and Sandy gave a final scream as she crested, her body heaving with orgasms.
"Yeaaahhhh!" Wolf yelled as his cock slowed and the stream of cum dried up. He eased his slowly softening cock in and out as Barbara screamed and heaved back, trying for more. He grinned, letting her jerking ass bring out the last of his cum, sucking it from his cock with frantic strokes. Then he pulled out.
"Aaaaaghhhhhh!" Barbara dropped to the floor, her body shaking with horrible desire. She ran her fingers down to her pussy, rubbed at her clit, groaning with lust as it surged through her body.
Kyle stepped up to the bound Sandy. "You wannit up your ass?"
He ran his cock over her ass-crack.
Sandy felt as if shame would drive her crazy. At the single touch her ass throbbed for more. She broke into sobs, shaking the bar.
Kyle stepped back and the rod lashed Sandy's ass. She screamed in helpless agony.
"Listen, whore," Roy said. "Kyle don't like to talk too much. He asked ya where you wanted his cock. Now tell him."
The whip cracked into Sandy's ass, sending another rush of terrible agony all over her.
"Up my ass!" she screamed. "Put it up my ass!"
Her shame was almost complete, and Barbara's humiliation was reaching its final stages too.
Chapter Eight
"Now, whore, get up," Dale said, strolling over to Barbara as she lay on the floor.
"Aahhhhh! Leave me alone," Barbara pleaded. She dug her fingers into her pussy with frantic thrusts, but she still couldn't come properly. The agonizing build up went on and on, but she couldn't crest, go over the top into satisfaction.
Lala straddled the screaming girl, easing the whip through her hands. "Get up, whore!"
"Noooo, leave me alone!" Barbara wept, rolling helplessly on the floor. In desperation she slid her hands up her body, reaching for her tits, thinking perhaps she could hurt them enough to give herself the release she so badly needed. "You bastards, shits, ass-licking shits! I hate you!"
The tail of the whip sang through the air and lashed right between Barbara's wide-open thighs, biting into her spasming clit" Barbara screamed, her whole body jerking on the floor like a stranded fish. Her pussy rang with the agony racing through her body, sending her higher with lust. She moaned, biting her hp, pinching her nipples as hard as she could.
"Beg me nice and I'll do that for you again," Lala said, leaning down over the struggling girl. "Fuuuuuck offff!" Barbara yelped. Lala dropped the tail of the whip between Barbara's thighs, running the leather over her shaking clit. "Have to do it again to convince you, huh? Now beg me for it."
Barbara struggled on the floor. Compulsively her thighs closed on the whip, trying to trap it against her pussy, but Lala still slowly drew it through, dragging the most exquisite torture into the young girl.
"Beg me for it," Lala ordered, sliding down the zip of her tight pants and sliding her hand onto her pussy. Her fingers blurred on her clit as she slid the whip through Barbara's thighs. "Open your legs!"
The whip lashed Barbara's thighs, raising weals across her white flesh. She screamed, rolled to escape it, but the whip caught her again and she jerked with pain. She screamed, tossed, but the next lash cut her ass and she heaved over the carpet, sobbing with pain and lust.
"Open your legs!" Lala snapped, her own legs wide in the black boots, her fingers digging into her hoi pussy. She lashed the whip across Barbara's thighs again, leaving another streak of crimson agony.
Barbara lost control. The pain drove her onto her back where she screamed and tossed, staring up at Lala as the terrifying slut stood over her. The whip was going up, over Lala's shoulder, flicking in the lights of the basement. Barbara slowly opened her thighs in a haze of lust and terror. She thrust up her spasming, wet pussy-lips as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. The whip cracked across her pussy, driving pain into her clit.
Barbara wailed, but her hips jerked upward and she spread her thighs wider, heaving herself up on her heels.
"Want another?" Lala teased, running the whip over Barbara's clit.
"You whore, fucker!" Barbara screamed, her pussy jerking against the whip.
Above Barbara stood Wolf, his cock still smeared with cum and her ass-juices, but hard again as he watched the helpless little brunette struggle with her depraved desires.
"Wouldn't you love to use this on me?" Lala purred, her chest heaving as she thought about it. "You can do whatever you like to me if you just confess. See, my pussy's wet just thinking about it."
She unclipped her pants and spread the zipper until she could reveal the whole of her pulsing cunt.
The tail of the whip dragged through Barbara's thighs, leaving Barbara panting and moaning with a climax that still throbbed and rose, but wouldn't break. Her eyes riveted on the tail as it flicked up and into Lala's hands. Lala took it and ran it between her legs, sliding her wet cunt over the tight leather in a display of lust that made Barbara shake with passion. Lala rode the tail of the whip, keeping it tight over her clit, rasping the braided leather over her hot wet flesh.
"Beg me, whore," she gasped.
A helpless, guttural moan escaped Barbara's throat as she watched. Her fingers pulled at her nipples, her ass weaved in the air. "Yesssss! Yessss, I want it!"
"Want what, whore?" Lala said, curling the tail over her pussy.
"I want to be whipped!" Barbara sobbed, tossing helplessly on the floor. "Please, whip me!"
The whip cracked down, slashing into Barbara's clit with a force that sent the tiny girl sobbing and heaving on the floor. "Like that?"
"Yessss! Like that!" Barbara wept.
"Would you get up on the table and beg Wolf to put his cock right down your throat for it?" Lala asked, dropping the tail between Barbara's thighs again, torturing her with the slow dragging over her clit.
"Anything, anything!" Barbara choked as she thrust helplessly against the whip tail.
"Will you do everything you are told to do, until we've finished with you?" Lala purred.
"Yessss!" Barbara sobbed as she jerked her hands down, grabbed the whip and rasped the leather over her cunt. Even that didn't help her.
"Without question? Like a slave?" Lala insisted.
Barbara sobbed in horror. "Yeeeesssss!"
"Beg to be our slave," Lala said, still pulling the tail of the whip through Barbara's thighs.
For nearly a minute Barbara fought it, screaming and rolling on the carpet, dragging at the tail of the whip, trying to free herself, but it didn't work.
"Beg to be our slave," Lala said again, teasing the tiny girl with the whip tail.
"Please, let me be your slave!" Barbara screamed suddenly, her body shaking with horror and lust.
"Goooood," Lala purred, "now up on the table."
As Barbara scrambled up and lay on her back on the table, Sandy clung to her ankles as Kyle's cock slammed into her ass. He was grunting and snuffling as his thick cock-rod scraped over Sandy's tight asshole, sliding easily on the masses of cum still lining her ass-walls.
The pain in Sandy's arms and legs was increasing, but all it did was fuel the disgusting, surging orgasms she was having. Each thrust of Kyle's cock into her ass set them off again. Her sobs and moans were music to the ears of the rest of the bikers who were gathered around urging Kyle on, laughing at the struggling girl.
"Go, Kyle, go!" Roy yelled. "Shoot right up the whore's ass, then we can double fuck the bitch. Go, boy!"
Kyle didn't seem to mind. His gasps got louder as his cock speeded up and his flabby belly trembled over Sandy's struggling ass. He gripped Sandy's crimson ass-cheeks, his hard fingers digging into her flesh as his lust took over and the cum started to erupt out of his balls.
"Yuuuurrrgggg!" he gasped, and he slapped Sandy's ass hard, doing it again on the other cheek.
"Aaaghhhhh!" Sandy sobbed as she rattled the bar, her ass exploding with pain. Tears rolled over her face, but her asshole kept spasming around Kyle's cock until he gave a low roar and shots of cum blasted out, mashing into Sandy's ass-walls.
"Uuuurrggggghhh!" he growled his hips ramming into Sandy's tight ass-cheeks. In a fury of lust he spanked the bound girl, his hard, fat hands mashing her ass with hard slaps.
Sandy rolled on the bar. She moaned as her orgasms took over and she couldn't speak any more. Hot white cum gushed into her ass, squishing out over her cheeks as Kyle's cock drove in and out, to a frantic peak of lust.
He gave another deep moan and his cock slowed, driving into Sandy's tight shitter until it was just oozing cum and he leaned across her, panting. He gripped the bar and pulled himself out of the struggling Sandy.
Sandy's body ached, her arms and legs were a sea of pain, but she wanted another cock up her ass. She didn't care about being pussy-fucked, she wanted a cock up her ass.
"Take her off there," Dale said, "we can't double fuck the shit like that."
Sandy sobbed as her bonds were released and she was allowed to fall to the floor. She rubbed her wrist and ankles, weeping with pain as circulation was restored. She stared at the table where her sister lay and burst into more tears.
Barbara lay on her back, her legs spread wide above her head. Wolf held her by the ankles while he fed his foot-long cock into her wide-open mouth. Barbara's legs trembled, her stockings were ripped and soiled, her ass jerked up off the table and low moans came from her throat.
But the worst was that Lala stood at the other end, about four feet from the table and Barbara's trembling pussy. She had given up the whip for the cat, but she swung it in high, vicious circles, lashing it right onto Barbara's wide-open pussy with each stroke. The slap as the knotted leather beat into her clit, echoed around the room. Barbara's body heaved with each stroke, her pussy thrusting open for more humiliation and pain. Her hands gripped her tits and nipples, pinching, pulling as orgasms crested over her.
And, all the time, Wolf fed his cock between her lovely open lips. The cock-head was inside Barbara's mouth, but with each stroke of the whip, another thrust dug the massive thick prick half an inch farther. Barbara's gurgling screams became ever more muffled as she swallowed the cock, her throat bulging little by little.
Barbara was gone, in a world of total lust.
Her pussy oozed fuck-juice, and each lash of the cat splattered drops of it over her thighs and the table top. Another lash of the cat wrenched a scream from her. Her throat opened another notch to take the swollen cock-head. Almost six inches of the cock were now in the tiny girl's throat. She pinched her nipples, her breath flaring through her nose as she sucked at the massive hard cock, feeling another inch of it slide past her lips and down her throat.
"Fuuuuuck!" Wolf moaned. "She's gonna do it, she's gonna suck it all down."
He thrust at Barbara's mouth as the cat swung, lashing into the helpless girl's throbbing pussy. Barbara's body gyrated on the table top. Her legs trembled in his hands as another bit of his cock sank into the hot wet pit of her mouth.
Sandy didn't have time to stare at the sight for long. Dale rolled onto his back on the floor near her.
"Get on my cock," he said. "I ain't fucked you yet."
"Oh, no more," Sandy pleaded. She was sore all over, her body ringing with pain.
"If you get on my cock, I'll let Roy fuck your ass," Dale said, grinning at her. "If you don't, then I'll thrash your ass until you beg me, you know the rules."
"Ohhhhhhh, no more whipping, please!"
Sandy sobbed. Anything was better than that, she told herself. She crawled over to Dale. Moaning with horror, she fed Dale's thick hard cock to the entrance of her pussy and slid down on it. It was easier than she'd thought. Her pussy was sopping wet after all her orgasms. She moaned as his thick fucker filled her cunt, sobbing with horror as the other bikers stood around, watching and laughing.
"Right down," Dale said sharply, "bit different from up your ass, huh? You like it up the ass?"
Sandy didn't answer, just sobbed as she fed the cock deeper into her hot cunt. She should have known better. Her arms were seized and pulled behind her back by Roy as Ned lashed the thin rod downwards, catching her nipples perfectly. The agony erupted through Sandy's whole body.
"Yesssss! Yes, yes, I like it up the ass!" she wailed.
"Good," Dale said, his cock trembling in her pussy as her body shuddered. "Hey, do that again, Ned. Her pussy goes berserk."
"No, no no! Aaaaghhhhh!" Sandy sobbed as the thin rod lashed past her nipples again, beating her tits downward before they bounced up again in a torrent of agony.
"Heyyy yeahhhh, that really gets her going," Dale said.
"Ohhhh no, no," Sandy sobbed, "please, I'll do anything, but don't do that again, please!"
Her pussy spasmed around Dale's cock. "See, I can do that for you anyway." "Do it again."
To her amazement, Sandy found that she could do it. She sucked her pussy-muscles in, clutched them around Dale's thick cock and rolled them, sucking at his trembling prick.
"Fuuuuuckkkk!" he groaned. "She can do it!"
Sandy sat on his cock, feeling her cunt-muscles trembling as she tightened and rolled them. She gasped, it wasn't only Dale who got turned on by it. Her pussy began to tremble with lust, sucking at the hard cock, spasms of excitement shooting out over her body.
"Bet you couldn't do that with a cock up your ass too," Dale challenged.
Sandy moaned, her ass spasming at the thought of another cock up it.
"If you promise to do everything we say, I'll let you have as many cocks up your ass as you want," Dale said.
Sandy's body was going wild. Her pussy spasmed around Dale's cock, sucking at it until he lunged off the carpet and yelled with the struggle to stop himself coming.
"Is that what you want, whore?" he bellowed.
"Yesssss!" Sandy sobbed. "You beast, yessssss!" "Get up her ass, Roy," Dale said. Gurgling and moaning with excitement, Sandy bent forward again, her body sliding along Dale's hard chest, her tits rasping in his curly hair.
Roy knelt behind her, his cock thrusting at her ass. After so many fuckings, it was open and ready and he slid in with no resistance, sliding up the hot hole, his cock rubbing against the thin membrane between Sandy's pussy and asshole.
Sandy screamed as her two fuck-channels were filled to the brim. Her holes worked together, sucking at the cocks that raped her hot body. She wailed, her horror surging with her lust. She looked over to where her sister rolled on the table and saw that Barbara's torture was reaching a climax.
Wolf's cock was almost buried in the tiny brunette's mouth. His hips pumped at her face, thrusting the thick pole of rampant flesh deep into her throat. Barbara's screams came out in constant muffled wails as her pussy jerked and throbbed under the assault of the cat. Her inner thighs were red, and her pussy-flesh was whipped into a crimson mass of pain, but she went on coming, her body writhing in the lust and agony that rose together to dominate her.
Her mouth opened farther, and more of Wolf's cock slid into her wide throat. It bulged and spread and, with a last heave, the whole of the vast cock-pole was buried in her mouth.
"Fuuuuck, look at that!" Lala yelled as she whipped the thrusting pussy. "She can do it! Now bring him off, whore!"
Her arm swung and the cat lashed another blow into Barbara's pussy, drops of fuck-juice jumping into the lights and splattering over Barbara and the table.
"She's doin' that already!" Wolf yelled as he pumped his cock deep into Barbara's hot mouth. He leaned on the table, his cock throbbing deep in Barbara's hot throat. "I got a special treat for you, whore!"
Barbara didn't hear him. Her climaxes still rushed over her, building with each lash of the whip. Her thighs trembled, thrusting open as she felt the next blow arriving. The explosions of lust from the pain shot through her body, making her throat muscles expand and suck at the raging cock filling her mouth. She rubbed her tits, reached up to caress Wolf's hot heavy nuts as they swung at her face. Her ass beat at the table, the wooden legs shuddering and slamming into the floor.
Wolf's cock speeded up, slamming deep into her mouth, his loins slamming into her lips, mashing them hard against her front teeth as his prick swelled with the cum filling it. His cock blurred in Barbara's mouth, while her hips beat to the frantic pulse of his fucking, jerking up for the whip, forcing Lala to lash her faster until sweat ran down the slut's tits with the effort.
"You whore, whore!" Lala screamed. Her arm swung, lashing the cat in circles, just catching Barbara's clit on the way through.
Barbara felt each jerk of Wolf's cock as it filled with cum. It jerked in her throat and a sudden hot burst of jism gushed out of it, vanishing instantly into her stomach. She screamed with desire, and Wolf pulled the trick he'd promised.
He let go of her legs and slid his spurting prick out of her throat. One hot thick rope of jism creamed into her mouth, and then Wolf held his cock-shaft close to her face, jerking the creamy seed all over her lips and cheeks.
"Whore!" he yelled. "Take it, whore!"
Thick jets of delicious salty sperm gushed over Barbara's mouth. With the whip still lashing her she was helpless with lust. She screamed, ramming her legs open and wide for more, her tongue taking gobs of the seed, her mouth gasping, reaching for the streams of cum as they spurted out of Wolf's prick. He thrust it just between her lips for one huge jet, gushing spunk over her teeth and into her throat. Gurgling, gobbling with lust, Barbara took it all.
"Aaaghhhh!" she screamed. "Don't take it away, let me suck it clean!"
"You cunt, you cuuuuunt!" Wolf bellowed as he jerked the declining streams of cum over Barbara's mouth, watching as the thick streams creamed into her mouth and ran slowly down her cheeks. With a moan he surrendered to the little nympho's demands and ran his cock back into her mouth where she sucked at it, running her tongue over the trembling cock-head, demanding the very last drop of his jism. With one finger she pushed the gobs that still clung to her face into her mouth, rolling them down the length of his cock and into her throat.
Lala stopped the whip and stood in amazement. "Fuck, I don't believe it."
But shame was already catching up with Barbara. She lay there, her passion falling away as the pain of the whip ebbed. She heard her sister, choking and moaning with lust as two cocks rammed her at once. Barbara shook with horror. If she and Sandy accepted this depravity, there would be no way back to the life they knew.
Chapter Nine
Barbara clung to the table, sobbing helplessly. Wolf slapped her ass, getting a low moan from the tiny brunette.
"Hey, great blow-job, kid," he said, "you're really gettin' good."
Barbara sobbed again, rolled over, massaging her beaten pussy, staring at her sister who wailed with exploding passion as she came, impaled on the two cocks slamming inside her.
"You beasts!" Sandy moaned. "I hate you, beasts, I hate youuuuuuu!"
She heaved back, her hungry pussy and ass swallowing the two cocks, her walls spasming and heaving around the solid chunks of cock-meat. With a howl of lust she climaxed again, driving both Dale and Roy out of their minds as her tight holes sucked at their cocks.
"What a whore," Wolf said. He took a drink of beer. "Here, kid," he said to Barbara. "Have some."
He gave her a can. Barbara hated beer, but she was very thirsty and she cracked the can open and took a drink. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected, bitter, but that was all right.
"Come on, whore, beg for it!" Dale yelled, his hands all over Sandy's tits as he rammed his cock into her throbbing cunt.
Sandy sobbed, her whole body on fire with the lust that the twin cocks drove through her. The rasping of the cocks rubbing against each other just through the thin membrane that separated her fuck-channels, set off another orgasm as Roy rammed himself right into her ass, yelling with lust.
"Yeah!" he roared. "Here I come, here I come!"
Sandy's sobs got louder as she climaxed, her body tossing, her fuck-channels jerking and heaving with lust. Roy's cock blurred in her ass, driving her to a creaming climax as hot wet cum gushed out, flooding her shitter.
"Take it!" he roared, his stiff cock heaving deep in her ass, pouring thick gobs of white fuck-juice. His throbbing cock exploded more geysers of cum, while he slammed his hips into Sandy's shaking ass.
Sandy gave several sharp, moaning wails as his cock throbbed away the last of his jism. His hips slowed until he pulled out, his prick still oozing white goo.
"Fuuuck," he gasped, "that was good."
Sandy still moaned and heaved on Dale's cock, her slippery cunt working his prick while her orgasms faded. She moaned, her tight pussy relaxing around his cock-shaft.
"Get off my cock and suck me," Dale said.
"Yes," Sandy whispered, her head buzzing, her mind floating in a strange world of horror and satisfaction. She climbed off Dale's prick, gasping and sobbing as she licked her way down his chest and belly, reaching the slick shaft of his cock. Without hesitating she slipped her lovely lips over it, sucking the cock-head, her fingers rolling his balls.
"Come here, Barbara," Dale said.
Barbara moaned as she crawled off the table. One of her stockings tore right across the knee as she crawled over the thick carpet, but she was too exhausted to get up, or stop the remains of it rolling down her calf to the top of her lace-up boots. She too was so confused she didn't know what she felt. She knelt beside Dale.
"Join your sister," he said, "I want a double blow-job and when I come, you keep your mouths on either side and let it shoot as far as it wants to. Do it."
Barbara shuffled down, her body aching with the pain that had been inflicted on it, but also responding once more to the sexual demands of the bikers. Her pussy released fresh juices as she joined Sandy and licked at the huge cock-shaft, her hungry tongue caressing the hard warm flesh.
"Share it!" Dale commanded. "One of you put it down your throat while the other licks my balls. Do it."
Sandy moaned as she worked her mouth deeper on Dale's fuck-rod. Sandy lay across his thighs, her mouth sucking and licking at his balls. It dawned on Barbara that Sandy couldn't take the whole of Dale's prick down her throat. She was doing her best, but several inches of cock were still outside her lips.
"Here, Sandy, I'll do that," she whispered. She began moving her mouth up Dale's cock-shaft but Dale saw what she was doing.
"She takes it all," he snapped, "If she can't, she gets it till she can."
"Oh let me," Barbara gasped, "I love it, I can do it, I'll take all your cock, come on, Dale, don't be a fucker, Sandy likes it up the ass better."
She caressed his balls, pouting at him, determined to stop her sister getting another whipping.
"So you're really into asses, huh?" he snapped at Sandy.
There were fresh tears in Sandy's eyes at the admission, but she nodded.
"You ready for another one, Ned?" Dale demanded.
"Sure," Ned said, stroking his hard-on, "here, Lala, suck it harder for me."
"Suck your own fuckin' cock," Lala muttered, but she slid to her knees in the tight boots and slid his cock into her throat, letting her muscles work over the hard cock-flesh.
"Yeahhhh!" Ned murmured. "Just another minute, Dale, and I'll be ready."
"Get up!" Dale snapped.
Hurriedly the two girls leaped up, waiting in terror for what was coming next.
"On the table," Dale said, "like you were for Wolf."
Barbara trembled as she climbed onto the table again and spread her legs over her head, her thighs trembling. She held her ankles, wondering if she was going to be whipped as well.
"Okay, whore," Dale said to Sandy. "I'll give you one chance to prove you really like asses and escape a whipping. You lick my ass out while your sister sucks me, and Ned here'll fuck yours, okay?"
Sandy shook with horror. Lick his ass out? She went weak at the knees. But the idea of licking an ass was so horribly depraved it drove those needles of excitement through her. She burst into tears, wondering if she could ever confess this to her preacher.
"Well?" Dale snarled, his cock heaving at her.
"Y-y-yes," Sandy sobbed, "anything, but not the whip."
"Fuck," he said, "we get two virgins and turn them into an ass nympho and a whip slave, fuuuck!"
"Oh no, don't say that!" Sandy wept and Barbara also sobbed in shame on the table. "It's you, not us," Sandy insisted. "You made us do these things."
Dale just chuckled as he slid his cock into Barbara's open mouth.
"Suck it real good, whore!" He grinned. "And I might let somebody whip you to give you relief."
Barbara sobbed with shame as she let Dale's cock slide into her mouth. If only she could get back to real life, she could prove to herself that what they said wasn't true. It was like Sandy said, it was them, the bikers who'd made them like this.
Dale took her ankles, pushing down on her laced boots until Barbara was almost bent double. He leaned forward, his cock slowly pistoning in and out of Barbara's mouth.
Barbara gurgled as she slid her hands over his cock-shaft, guiding it into her throat. There was a perverse pride in her ability to take a thick fuck-rod right into her throat, and that realization sent the first shudders of arousal over her. Her fingers caressed Dale's balls, and he groaned with lust, his cock already full and ready to burst with cum.
"Lick my ass, whore!" he yelled.
It was sickening for Sandy as she bent over, her mouth coming to the crack of Dale's ass. The rank smell engulfed her and she almost threw up. She moaned, turning her head away. But then the shaft of Ned's cock worked at her own shitter, sliding in effortlessly after all the fucking she'd had there.
"Ohhhhh!" Sandy moaned and sobbed. The moment Ned's cock slid into her shitter, every barrier in her body melted, she would do anything if she could just have cocks thrust up her tight ass. With a moan of total surrender, she sank her mouth into Dale's ass, licking into the crack with a fury that drove him wild. Ned pumped at her hot shit-pit, jerking his throbbing cock in, thrusting her feet almost off the floor with each heave.
"Oooohhh, fuck, I shouldn't have taken the two of 'em!" Dale yelled. "I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoooot!" He thrust his cock deep into Barbara's soft mouth while his ass jerked at Sandy's face. He rooted away, more inches of his cock vanishing into Barbara's mouth as the cum built up in his balls.
But the rest of the gang were lying around watching, sipping beer, their cocks limp. Only Wolf still held his hard-on. Kyle even yawned and scratched his flabby belly, drops of beer splashing from his can.
"Fuck," he said, "I wanna sleep." He got up and shambled out.
"Come on, whore," Dale yelled, "take it all before it shoots!"
He leaned harder on the brunette and Barbara gurgled as her throat opened to take the rampaging monster. The last inch or so of rampant cock-flesh disappeared into her mouth, and she tossed on the table top, her lips a perfect circle around the base of his cock.
His cock speeded up in Barbara's mouth while a moaning, spasming Sandy clung to his ass, digging her fingers into his thighs while she licked and sucked at his brown asshole, her tongue going wild. In her own ass Ned rooted away, his cock swelling in the clutching grip of her ass-walls. She milked his cock-rod again as she had learned to do, her ass rolling over his throbbing prick, demanding another load of hot cum.
"Yaaahhh!" Dale bellowed, his hands thrusting down on Barbara's ankles as he fucked her mouth. But he had another humiliation for the tiny brunette in mind. He drew his cock out, letting the hard cock-head tremble at her soft lips.
Barbara shook and moaned, her hands gripping his cock-shaft, trying to get him to sink his cock into her mouth again. But he wouldn't. Even as Sandy climaxed with the cock in her ass, sucking at his asshole in a fury of lust.
"Want anything?" he asked.
Barbara burst into tears. He was going to make her beg again. He knew what she wanted. He could feel the heave of her body, the raging lust that burst out and couldn't be satisfied.
"Come on, whore, want anything?" Dale whispered.
"Don't make me, please," Barbara whispered.
"Do you want anything, whore?" Dale asked, his cock-head sliding in and out of Barbara's pouting lips.
"Y-yes, please," Barbara wept.
"Please, what?"
"Please, somebody whip my pussy, please!" Barbara sobbed, hating herself and everything in the world. But she had to, it was the only way she could put out the fires that a cock built in her.
"Wolf," Dale yelled, "you still got it up, whip this cunt's pussy while I come."
"Sure," Wolf said. He took the cat from Lala and strolled around to the other side of the table.
"Ready?" Dale whispered.
"Y-yes," Barbara sobbed, and her pussy erupted with expectations of pain and lust to come.
As Dale fed his thick cock back into Barbara's mouth, Wolf lashed the cat across Barbara's pussy.
Her body leaped on the table, her cunt in flames of desire, her whole body shaking as climax tore through her. Her guttural scream muffled as Dale's cock slid into her throat, right to the hilt. It stayed there, pulsing in and out an inch or so while Dale roared with the throbbing come bursting out of his balls.
"Yeahhhh! Whip her, Wolf, whip her, she loved it!" he yelled as cum shot down his cock-shaft.
With a screech of lust Sandy lunged back at Ned, her sucking ass demanding his load of jism. Her mouth licked deep at Dale's ass, and she could feel every twitch as he came, his cock pouring hot juice into Barbara's throbbing throat.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Ned yelled. "What an asshole. Jeeeezzz, I can't stop!"
His hips blurred as his balls got ready to unload another massive dose of cum into Sandy's hot ass.
Barbara was screaming too as she came, with gallons of thick fuck-juice in her throat. The whip lashed her pussy just right, driving her passion higher as her throat flooded with cum and she swallowed, the heaving cock in her mouth sending her higher with each pulse. She held Dale's balls, squeezing gently, urging all his jism to shoot down her throat. Her pussy spread wide, thrusting up for another lash of the whip which drove her to the heights she wanted. Lunging into Dale's cock she sucked it dry, rolling his cum around her mouth until she swallowed it, gasping and moaning with satisfaction.
Dale's cock shot the last of his load as he leaned on the table, his chest heaving. "Fuck, that was great. Get that whore off my ass, Ned!"
Ned picked the still-climaxing Sandy away from Dale's ass and threw her to the floor, his cock pistoning in and out of her ass as his cum burst out of his balls and down his cock-shaft. He rammed Sandy onto the floor as he unloaded in her ass, his thick goo rushing over her ass-walls.
Sandy screamed and her fingers tore at the carpet as her ass exploded with lust, overflowing with Ned's cum. He thrust her harder at the floor, his cock erupting again as he yelled and fucked her ass in an unrestrained fury of lust.
"Take that, cunt!" he yelled, his hips jerking as the last of his cum flooded out into Sandy's throbbing guts. He fell across her, and Sandy almost passed out, her ass throbbing gently around his cock-shaft until he pulled it out and made her lick it clean.
Even then she was in a daze. She saw Barbara kneel, her fingers working over Wolf's cock as she sucked and caressed it. Dale stood over the little brunette until she urged the last spurt of cum from Wolf's cock into her soft mouth and thanked Wolf for whipping her. Dale gripped her hair and Barbara gabbled that Wolf could whip her any time he wanted.
Sandy's eyelids closed and she fell asleep, right there on the floor.
She woke to find herself tied up on the floor beside her sister, who slept utterly peacefully, her body heaving slightly as she breathed. Sandy looked around the basement dungeon. It was the same mess as before, but none of the bikers were there.
"Barbara," she muttered and prodded her sister.
"Uh?"
"Where are they?"
"Upstairs, asleep," Barbara murmured. "They're keeping us to fuck tomorrow."
She went straight back to sleep.
Sandy thought how horrible that was, but she was asleep again in a moment.
The two girls woke again almost together. They lay there in the basement, with only the electric light, which didn't tell them what time it was.
"Will they come down and untie us?" Sandy whispered. "I gotta go bad."
"I don't know," Barbara whispered. "I gotta go too."
They lay there for a while in the silent house. "You think they're still asleep?" Sandy asked.
"Tell you what," Barbara said. "I think we can get free. If they wake up, we'll say we were going to make them breakfast. If we can get away, we can get the police here easy."
What Sandy wanted to say was that she wasn't sure she wanted to get the police, but she agreed with Barbara, and Barbara leaned over, gripping the knots around Sandy's wrist with her teeth.
It was easier than either of them had expected. In a few minutes Sandy's hand was free and the rest was simple.
The two girls crept up the stairs. There hadn't been a sound. They peeped around the door. The room was empty. Barbara checked the kitchen, and Sandy the rest of the upstairs.
"Fuck," Barbara said, "they're gone."
Instantly Sandy panicked. "We'd better get out of here. If they find us, they'll think we did this."
They grabbed their clothes and raced outside, not even stopping to take a piss. Sandy backed the car out and Barbara closed the garage doors before she leaped into the front seat. The sun was low, it was early in the morning and nobody saw them swing out of the Jackson's drive.
They got home. Their father was still away, which was a wonderful relief. Hurriedly they burned their clothes that were too torn and damaged, and washed the rest. Their good church dresses were more or less intact and could be cleaned without any comment.
The girls said nothing to each other. Or to their father when he came home. Their bruises healed fast. They went to church the next Sunday and saw Mr. Jackson in the congregation. He gave no sign that his house had been entered by somebody who knew his secret. He was still the same proud, hard man they had always known.
"I bet he's scared shitless underneath," Sandy whispered.
"Shhh," Barbara said.
But, as they went into the next week, it was obvious that things were not right with the girls. They still hadn't talked about their night of rape and degradation, but they were both getting more and more uneasy.
Finally, in the middle of the next Thursday night, Barbara sneaked into her sister's room and got into bed with her. "I can't sleep."
"Neither can I," Sandy said.
Helplessly Barbara ran her hands down to her pussy, stroking her clit.
"I can't, I can't come right," she whispered.
"I know." Sandy turned in the bed and faced her sister. "I-I don't know. I feel like I want- well, you know."
"You want a big thick cock up your ass," Barbara whispered, "you wanna be whipped and fucked and-ooohhh, I wanna be whipped soooo bad!"
She tossed in the bed, her fingers working over her clit.
"Oh God, just imagine, one of them with his cock in your mouth, shooting cum, and one of them fucking your ass," Sandy whispered, working her hungry cunt.
"Oh God, you know what I want?" Barbara whispered. "I wanna be on my back with a cock down my throat and the whip on my pussy, ohhhh, fuck, that's soooo good."
She moaned with frustration.
"What are we going to do?" Sandy asked, shaking with frustration.
Barbara gasped and shook with lust.
"How about," she said softly, "we say we're gonna pick up Mr. Jackson for church on Sunday and we go really early and-"
"But he-"
"Wait," Barbara said. "So we get there and this is what we do ... "
Chapter Ten
Mr. Jackson didn't look very pleased to see them as he opened the door.
"Hello, girls," he said ungraciously.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson," Barbara said, swaying on the doorstep, her white church dress tossing higher on her legs than it should have done. "Are you coming to church?"
"What? Probably not." He looked really insulted.
"Well, could we come in anyway?" Sandy asked, her fingers playing with the top button of her dress.
He was baffled, but he stood aside to let them in. Barbara closed the door. Both girls were blushing with excitement and apprehension.
"Well?"
"Well," Sandy said, "uh, we were wondering if Mrs. Jackson was coming back."
She smiled coyly and slid her hands down the front of her dress, but he didn't seem to pick anything up.
"What the hell is it to do with you?" he snapped. "Did your father send you?"
"Oh no, no, not at all," Barbara said, moving slowly toward the kitchen and the basement.
"Where are you going, Barbara?" he demanded. "I'm not coming to church, so you might as well-"
"We know who broke in here," Sandy said with a rush.
That pulled him up. He looked at them both very carefully.
"They were bikers," Barbara said, her chest heaving as she walked brazenly to the door of the basement. "They kidnapped us, took us down there and made us do the most disgusting, depraved things."
"What?" Mr. Jackson yelled, but Barbara had the door open and was going down the stairs. He raced after her and stopped at the bottom, just as Barbara was looking round, her head swimming with the memories.
Sandy came behind him and closed the top door.
"You see, Mr. Jackson," she gasped, "they made us do all these horrible things and we wanted to say how sorry we are that we did them."
"What the hell are you-"
"And we feel that you should punish us, like they did, for doing all those things, I mean we were really bad girls, really bad," Barbara moaned. "We have to be punished, Mr. Jackson, we have to be."
Mr. Jackson stood stock still, not saying a word. He hadn't done anything to change the basement, just tidied it up. He stared, his own chest beginning to heave as Barbara opened the top button of her dress.
"What do you want? Money? Is that it?" he demanded.
"Oh no, Mr. Jackson," Sandy said and she slid up to him. She opened the top button of her dress and the next one, leading his eyes down to the top of her tiny white bra. "Did Mrs. Jackson leave home because of this?"
"None of your business!" he snapped.
Sandy undid her belt and slid the dress off. Mr. Jackson's eyes followed her movements as if hypnotized. She stood in front of him in her sexiest slip, stockings, heels and panties, while she played with the clasp of her bra.
"Come on, Mr. Jackson," she gasped, "you can tell me, we know your secret."
"Yes," he said grudgingly.
"Oh good," Barbara said, moving closer, sliding her dress up her thighs, showing him her shapely legs in their white stockings, "that means she won't come back?"
"Yes," Mr. Jackson said. He was struggling, trying to believe what his eyes and ears were telling him.
"Ohhh, that's good," Barbara panted. "We wanted to be sure that we wouldn't be interrupted, you understand. You see, we've been such bad girls, I mean we come when big strong men whip us, and I can take a cock right down my throat and Sandy loves to have her ass fucked, real deep."
She blushed and panted with desire as she slid her dress higher.
"Can we show you what bad girls we really are and how much we have to be punished?"
Mr. Jackson was losing it. He stood with Sandy sliding her hands inside his shirt, playing with his muscular chest.
"You mean it was you two?" he asked, still not sure what they were offering.
In answer Barbara walked over to the closet and opened the door. She ran her fingers over the lines of whips and pulled off one of the thinnest, most painful canes. She walked back with it, posing close to him.
"Shall I take my dress off, Mr. Jackson?" she asked. "Or would you like to whip me with it still on, that's fun, makes me come even more. Then I'll take it off, show you I can swallow your cock."
Brazenly she raised the shivering cane to her lips and kissed it, running her hot tongue down the length, moaning in horrible desire as she felt the trembling wood that could give so much pain. "I'm such a bad girl, Mr. Jackson. Promise you'll punish me real hard?"
"And me," Sandy whispered, running her hand now over the front of his pants. "Ohhh, my God, Barbara, it's as big as Wolf's, I swear it."
Barbara shuddered. She kissed the end of the cane and handed it to Mr. Jackson. Then she walked back to the bar, the one that Sandy had been over so much. She spread her legs and bent over the padded bar, sliding down until her hips were pressed into it and she could hold her ankles, her fingers tight over the laced-up Victorian boots. She reached back and worked her dress up, over her ass, dragging it up until it was around her waist and falling over her head. Her ass stuck up brazenly, waving as she panted and tossed on the bar.
"I must be punished, Mr. Jackson," she gasped.
Sandy opened Mr. Jackson's pants and slid her hand in. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "what a cock, ohhhhh!"
She eased her hand around it and stood up and led the bewildered Mr. Jackson over to the bar where her sister quivered and moaned, gripping her ankle. "Punish her, hard!"
Mr. Jackson shuddered as he began to understand that all his dreams were coming true. And not only with one woman, but with the two sexiest sisters in the town. And any of the towns around, too. He slid the cane out, ran it over Barbara's shaking ass.
"Ohh, yes, Mr. Jackson, yes," she moaned, "whip me hard, really hard, I deserve it."
Sandy eased Mr. Jackson's cock out of his pants. With the frustrations of his life, it was iron-hard, sticking out like a stake, fully ten inches of cock-meat. In a fever of impatience, Sandy ripped his belt open and then his pants, reaching in until she could caress his throbbing balls.
"Whip her hard," she urged, and slid her hot mouth over his cock-head.
Finally Mr. Jackson understood that these two were for real. He shuddered and gasped, then lifted the cane.
"Oooh yesss!" Barbara sobbed, and the bar shook as she rolled in expectation.
Mr. Jackson slashed the cane downward, right across Barbara's ass.
"Yaahhhh!" Barbara screamed. "Ohhh, like that, ohhh again, again, whip me!"
Mr. Jackson lashed her with even more force, digging a deep red line in her ass-flesh, almost splitting her tiny panties.
Barbara sobbed, her body gyrating on the bar. Her ass spasmed, shaking the steel supports as she screamed and jerked. "More, more! Whip me harder, harderrrr!"
The next stroke lashed into her ass, and she came, rearing up, her hands slipping off her ankles as the climax rushed over her.
"Oh what a bad girl I am!" she wept. "Look at me, coming when I'm punished, whip me until I beg you to stop, whip me, punish meeee!" She jerked and screamed again as another cut of the cane drove her to the heights of frantic orgasm.
Mr. Jackson's eyes were glazed. He lashed the tiny girl who screamed for more, no matter how hard he whipped her.
At his feet, Sandy slid her hot mouth deeper around his long, hard cock, ramming it to the entrance of her throat, and then farther, until her throat muscles spasmed around his cock-head, and he groaned with unbearable passion. After the frustrating years with his wife, he couldn't keep his cum back. He grabbed Sandy's head and rammed his cock deep into her willing mouth, his hips jerking as he lashed the cane into Barbara's ass harder and faster.
Suddenly he pulled Sandy's head back by her blonde hair. "You take it in your mouth!"
"Oh yes, let me taste your cum, shoot in my mouth, Mr. Jackson!" she begged.
That finished him. His arm lashed the cane into Barbara's ass as his rising orgasm overtook him.
Barbara sobbed as her ass erupted in burning fires of the most delicious pain. "Ohhh, punish me, Mr. Jackson! Punish me, I'm such a whore, tell me I'm a whore, Mr. Jackson, tell me! Tell me I have to suck your cock, lick your ass, anything, ohhhh!"
Mr. Jackson roared as the cum burst out of his balls and surged down his long hard cock-shaft. "You whore, I'll punish you, both of you, whores!"
His arm blurred as he whipped the screaming Barbara to a frenzy of lust.
The cane bit into Barbara's ass and gushes of his cum burst into Sandy's mouth. With a gurgle of lust she ran it over her hot tongue, let it fill her cheeks as thick salty streams of it hosed out of his piss-slit. She eased her cock back, just kept her lips around his cock-shaft as his jism jetted out, into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, tasting the sticky goo, remembering how it had been with all those bikers raping her. To her amazement she came herself, just remembering those depraved fucks. She ran her fingers down to her clit and caressed the tight bud, sending extra pangs of excitement through her body.
"Yeahhhh! Whore!" Mr. Jackson bellowed as he lashed Barbara's ass with a final series of slashing attacks. "Take that, you whore!"
Barbara screamed in the most degraded release. She wouldn't try to hide from it any longer. This was what she wanted. Her ass burned and heaved, another stroke of the cane setting off farther sobs and screams of lust. She moaned as Mr. Jackson dropped his hand and stared down at Sandy.
Sandy held his cock in her hands, licking and sucking at his cock-head, cleaning the cum that oozed out of it. "Was that nice for you, Mr. Jackson? We want to do what you want. To pay for being so bad."
Barbara got off the bar. Her fingers fumbled with her dress, she slid it down her legs, stepping out of it as soon as she could. She rushed over and sank to her knees. She grabbed for his cock, her hungry mouth licking down his cock-shaft, sharing it with Sandy as the two of them made up for all they had missed for two weeks.
Mr. Jackson regained his composure. He stared at the two of them and ran the cane slowly through his fingers. "So tell me, what did these bikers make you do?"
"Oh, everything," Barbara moaned as she licked his cock-shaft. "They whipped our asses, or pussies, and our tits."
"Oh God, yes," Sandy moaned, "they made us stand together with our nipples touching and whipped the cane down through them, ohhhhh, it hurt soooo much!"
"Show me," Mr. Jackson said.
In a fever the girls stripped off their slips and bras, standing in front of him with just their stockings, heels and panties on.
They came together, their thrusting nipples rubbing against each other. Sandy had believed that she wanted her ass fucked more than anything else, but she stared at the cane with the same depraved lust as her sister, her whole body trembling.
"Ohhhh," Barbara gurgled as Mr. Jackson ran the cane between them, the wood rolling over their nipples.
"Like that?" Mr. Jackson asked.
"Oh yes, and they whipped straight down," Barbara confessed, her head dizzy with lust.
The cane lashed between their tits, catching their nipples, forcing them sharply down with a slap until their tits burst free and swung up again.
The girls wept and thrust their tits against each other, pain and lust ringing through them.
"Okay," Mr. Jackson said. "I've got it. Now you, Sandy, go to the closet and get two sets of straps."
Sandy trembled from head to foot. They had started this and they had to finish it. Mr. Jackson was taking over. That was frightening, but also even more exciting. She rushed to the closet and fumbled around until she found the straps.
"Lash your sister's arms behind her back," he commanded.
Barbara moaned as Sandy put the strap around her arms and pinioned her elbows until they almost touched in the small of her back. At Mr. Jackson's instructions the strap was wound around her arms all the way to her wrists. Barbara moaned, her tits thrusting up for what she knew as going to be more whipping.
Mr. Jackson himself tied Sandy's arms behind her back, straining her arms as hard as Barbara's. Then he left the two girls while he went back to the closet. He came back with an even thinner cane, one that was only a fraction of an inch around that trembled with every move he made. He made the two girls kneel, then thrust his cock into Barbara's mouth while he ran the thin rod over Sandy's thrusting young tits, already red and sore with the previous whipping.
"You two are the most depraved little girls I've met," he said, lashing the rod across Sandy's tits. "You'll have to be punished a great deal."
"Ohhhh yes, yes, Mr. Jackson!" Sandy wept as Barbara gurgled, her throat around his throbbing cock. Sandy's body rocked as she thrust her tits out for the next blow. It whipped right across her nipples and she screamed with terrible excitement. She moaned and almost fell over as a surging climax rolled over her.
Mr. Jackson lashed Sandy's tits until they were a crimson mass of agony and she was rolling in heaving, unrestrained lust. At a sudden, vicious stroke she shrieked and rolled forward, longing to caress her tit-flesh, her orgasm erupting in its final surge.
"Get up, whore!" he snapped.
The girls knew they had a real master. Moaning and weeping, Sandy straightened up and took three more lashes across her aching tits, screaming in pain with each one.
Mr. Jackson pulled his cock out of Barbara's mouth and turned the girls until he could slide his cock between Sandy's lips and whip Barbara's tits.
Barbara's lashing went on even longer, since she wanted it even more, and proved what a depraved whore she was. Mr. Jackson almost came in Sandy's mouth before Barbara screamed and fell, her tits ringing with agony, crimson from the very top of the curve to the delicious underflesh.
"Ooohhh, yess, Mr. Jackson," Barbara sobbed, "please, undo Sandy and let us show you what we can do. Let me sit on your cock while she whips me, show you how good we can be."
"Sheeeit!" Mr. Jackson gasped. His cock was already close to shooting. He gasped as he undid Sandy's arms, waiting as she moaned and caressed her tits. But the very feel of it sent shock waves of excitement through her and she gasped with more rising lust.
He lay on the table, stripped naked by Sandy. Moaning with lust, her arms still tied behind her back, Barbara climbed over him and waited as he thrust his cock to the entrance of her tight pussy. It was sopping wet, which only inflamed his desire further as she slid her tight little fuck-hole over his throbbing prick. She moaned and lay forward, so that her red ass would be perfectly presented for her sister.
Mr. Jackson groaned as Barbara's quivering cunt-walls tightened around his huge prick, sucking at it like the softest mouth in the world. He slid his hands over her tits, getting a scream from the tiny girl as her whipped flesh trembled at the touch of his rough hands.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Jackson," Barbara sobbed, "make sure she whips me properly." Her pussy jerked and sucked at him as she rammed her cunt down hard on his heaving cock.
Barbara lashed the cane across Sandy's ass.
"Oh shit!" Mr. Jackson gasped as Barbara's body erupted, her pussy sucking at his cock like a vacuum, her body gyrating as she moaned and licked at his chest.
"We have to go to church," Sandy said as she lashed her sister again.
Barbara gurgled and moaned while it was all Mr. Jackson could do to stop his cum pouring out.
"How about you hire us to clean your house for you?" Sandy asked, holding the cane over her sister's throbbing ass.
"Uuurggg. You wanna do that?" Mr. Jackson asked, his head rocking on the table. "I'll punish you for everything you do wrong."
"Then you'll be punishing us an awful lot," Sandy breathed, "we ain't touching your fuckin' housework."
She lashed Barbara's ass again and Barbara heaved with a bubbling scream of climax. Her cunt spasmed around Mr. Jackson's cock until he yelled and heaved the tiny girl upward on his hips.
"That's a deal," Mr. Jackson yelled, "but there's a lot of punishment for no housework at all."
"Uuurgghhh!" Barbara gasped. Her tiny front teeth closed over his chest skin and bit hard, tearing at him.
"Whip the shit, until she lets go," Mr. Jackson yelled, his body heaving as Barbara chewed his flesh.
"Only if you promise we have to clean your house at least three times a week," Sandy said, holding her hand.
"At least!" Mr. Jackson yelled. He made no attempt to pull Barbara's teeth away, in fact his chest heaved with the challenge.
"And we have to start right after church," Sandy said, slowly playing the cane over her sister's ass. "And you promise to come to church and sit where you can see us, and think all the time what you're gonna do to us afterwards, and then fuck my ass, before anything else!"
"Yeaaahhh! Now whip her, I'm gonna come!" Mr. Jackson yelled.
The cane lashed Barbara's ass. The little girl lunged upward, screaming as her cunt sucked the cum out of Mr. Jackson's cock and another climax rushed over her. The cane landed again and her scream rang around the basement. Her cunt pulsed around the delicious hard cock spurting into her insatiable pussy. Mr. Jackson was going to have his work cut out to keep the two of them satisfied.
