Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative o a positive experience.
In SLAVE DAUGHTER IN ROPES, Belinda Smith finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Belinda suffers through an unspeakable horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh fuck off, Dad!" Belinda Smith snapped.
She got up and flounced to the window, looking out over the New York Skyline.
Her father almost leaped out of his chair. "Don't talk to me like that! He's made you the best offer you ever had and you turn this down."
"I'm not marrying that old shit," Belinda insisted. "I don't care what he promised you."
That brought her father up short. He spun and almost rushed her.
"He didn't promise me anything!" he snarled, grabbing her by the wrist. "You listen to me, girl, you've been spoiled out of your mind, and, when I ask you to do this one thing for me, with all those advantages, you turn it down. You're-"
"You're fucking business is going under!" Belinda sneered. "I marry him and you get off the hook. No fuckin' deal, Dad."
She spun away from her father and went out. She walked slowly along the street, ignoring everybody. She hated her father. Hated him because her mother had killed herself five years ago. She knew the doctors said it wasn't anything to do with him. That her mother had been depressed for years. As far as Belinda was concerned, it was her father's fault, and he would pay for it.
Tears came to Belinda's eyes as she thought of her mother.
Belinda turned and waked back slowly. If only her mother were still alive. They could get a place together and keep her father out of it. All these men were trying to marry Belinda. Or at least take her out and get into her pants.
That was what disgusted Belinda more than anything else. Men only wanted one thing. To get into her pants.
She shuddered at the memory of her one sexual encounter. He had been clever-got her drunk and then come on to her in the car. She still didn't know why she had given in. It wasn't really rape. With her head swimming, she had fallen back, and the next thing she knew, his hard cock was sliding into her pussy. She had screamed in pain as his long prick rasped against her dry cunt walls and cracked her cherry wide open. On and on he drove, not even minding the pain as he fucked her.
It was all over in less than a minute. He gasped, his cock swelling and pumping all that sticky cum and he fell across her, moaning about how much he loved her.
Belinda shuddered as he drove her home and asked her for another date. She slammed the door and went in, rushing to the bathroom to clean herself up, vowing not to date another man.
But still the men came after her. Because Belinda had a great figure. Long slim legs with trim ankles that looked great in the high-heeled pumps she generally wore. Her tight asscheeks swelled out like an invitation to sex, or so the men told her. She had a slim waist and a pair of tits that had made many men groan. Her tits stood up without any help from a bra. In fact, Belinda didn't wear one often because her tits looked so good.
Belinda had never considered herself to be particularly beautiful, but even there men thought she was. She wore her dark hair high on her head most of the time, cut shorter than normal, reaching just to the nape of her neck. Her wide-set brown eyes had been described as pools of sensuality by one of the men as his hand snaked out to her tits. He also praised her high cheek bones and pouting, sensual lips.
Men usually gave up on Belinda quickly. A virgin whore, they called her. Belinda had heard that once. She had screamed at the man. That was embarrassing. It was in the middle of a party.
Belinda got home, forgot about the whole thing, and her father never mentioned marriage again.
A week later, Belinda got ready to go shopping, her weekly ritual. She came into the main room to find Rhonda, her father's new mistress, lounging on one of the easy chairs.
Belinda hated Rhonda. Hated her long blonde hair and face that she thought was more beautiful than her own. Rhonda was only a few years older than Belinda, in her late twenties with a superb figure to go with her hard features. She dressed to kill, and she succeeded with her father. There was even talk of another marriage. Belinda thought that was hearsay.
"Ah, Belinda," her father said as she came in. "Rhonda said she'll go shopping with you today."
"The fuck she will," Belinda retorted. "I'm going shopping myself. Alone."
She turned for the door.
"Er, Belinda," her father interrupted. Belinda turned. He grinned at her. "This week I got the numbers to my charge cards changed. You can't buy anything without Rhonda. She has the new ones."
He smiled. Belinda was furious.
"You almost bankrupted me with those things," he said. "So now you got with Rhonda and learn, or you don't go."
Belinda almost told him to go to hell, but knew that that wouldn't be smart. One trip with the bitch should do it. Belinda had a very good memory. She would get the number of the new cards and then get them to issue one for her.
"All right dad," she said. "I'll do that."
Her father seemed taken back. Rhonda smiled.
"Wonderful, darling. We'll see you later, Sean," Rhonda cooed, then kissed Sean-something that sent Belinda into shudders of disgust.
A taxi was waiting as the came out of the front door of the apartment. Rhonda insisted that Belinda get in first.
"How are you, darling?" Rhonda asked, leaning back in the seat, displaying her wonderful figure.
"Fine," Belinda said curtly.
The cab drew up at some traffic lights. Suddenly the door opened and a man climbed in.
Belinda gasped. "What the-?"
Quickly the man clamped a hand over her face, and she spluttered as she was forced to the floor. Rhonda leaned on her back as the man forced handkerchiefs into Belinda's mouth and then held them in place with a tight gag.
Belinda gasped and struggled, but the man was much stronger than she was. He lashed her hands behind her back and then tied her ankles together. Belinda screamed into the gag as her short dress rode up, displaying her shapely thighs. The man put another bandage over her eyes. Belinda lay on the floor of the taxi, struggling, and in shock.
"Good work, boys," Rhonda said.
Belinda couldn't believe it. She lay there as the taxi drove for another ten minutes, then pulled into what Belinda was sure was an underground parking lot, to judge from the echoes.
She was taken from the taxi and bundled into a laundry basket. She lay there screaming into the gag as the basket was carried to an elevator and taken up a long way. Belinda had no idea how far up. The basket was heaved out of the elevator.
The top was taken off the basket and the blindfold off Belinda's eyes. Then her wrist and ankle straps were removed and finally the gag.
She stood in the middle of a luxurious room. It was very modern with a large right-angled sofa and many plush chairs. The lighting was soft on white walls and long white drapes covered the windows. Through one door, Belinda could see the white tiles of a bathroom and, through another, the soft covers on a massive bed. On her extreme left was a kitchen.
Belinda glared at Rhonda as the blonde sprawled in a chair. Between Belinda and the door stood the man who had gagged her and the taxi driver, only he didn't look like a taxi driver anymore. He was well over six feet tall, dark and good looking. The man who had gagged her was only shorter with fairer hair. He was also stockier, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest.
"Welcome, darling," Rhonda said, but her voice now held a great deal of menace.
Belinda steamed as she stood there on the thick carpet. "You cunt! You'll pay for this! What's this all about?"
"You, my little whore," Rhonda said easily, lighting a cigarette, "are about to learn the delights of obedience. So take that dress off."
"You stupid cunt!" she yelled. "What the fuck are you talking about?" She smoothed her short summer dress down over her thighs and felt her heart swell with anger. "I'm leaving, and I'm telling my father all about this! You're in trouble, you fucking gold-digging shit!"
Belinda spun on her heel and headed for the door. The two men stood there, expressionless, blocking her way.
"Sorry, darling," Rhonda crooned. "So antisocial of me. Please let me introduce Luke and Myron."
"Get out of my way!" Belinda snarled, trying to push past them.
They shoved her back into the middle of the room.
"Now, let's try this once more," Rhonda said, tapping ash off her cigarette. "Take that dress off."
"You must be fuckin' stupid!" Belinda snapped. "You're in big trouble, bitch!"
Rhonda got up and went to a wall closet. She took out a thin wooden paddle about four feet long and drew it slowly through her fingers. Her tight black skirt over black stockings and the white blouse that showed every contour of her tits carried a strange new threat.
"Now, this is your last chance," Rhonda said softly, flicking her fingernails down one side of the paddle. "You take that dress off or I'll have you tied down over the sofa and whipped until you beg me to let you up so that you can take it off for us."
Belinda glared at Rhonda. "You stupid shit, you let me go at once or you're in big trouble."
Rhonda smiled slowly. "Ohhh, good, I was afraid you might give in. Take her, boys."
Belinda yelled as much in surprise and anything else as the two men grabbed her elbows.
"What the fuck are you doing!" she demanded as they pushed her across the room and started forcing her over the back of the expensive leather couch. "You let me go! Let me go!"
She watched fearfully as Rhonda strolled to an easy chair and sat down, smiling.
"You fuckers!" Belinda yelled as Luke leaned on the small of her back, holding her across the couch. "If you don't let me up this moment, I'll scream the place down!"
"Go ahead," Rhonda said, leaning back, tapping ash from her cigarette into a silver ash tray. "You're going to be screaming quite a lot anyway by the looks of things."
As Luke put pressure on her back, Myron grabbed Belinda's ankles and started to pull her legs apart.
Belinda yelled, twisting to see, but already he had a leather loop around her foot and was tightening it, forcing her legs even farther apart.
"Stop that, stop it!" Belinda screamed as Myron lashed one of her legs to the leg of the sofa and then crossed around her to take her other leg and lashing it to the far leg of the sofa.
Belinda gasped as Luke's hand slid along her neck and held her there, pushing her face down into the cushions of the sofa. Belinda's screams became muffled as she tried to push up, but already Myron was pulling Belinda's arm hard as he wrapped another leather binding around her wrist.
"I think Myron is a bit sick of your whining," Rhonda said softly. "I'd advise you to stop for the moment, gags are so tacky, don't you agree?"
"What?" Belinda moaned.
She looked at the hard blonde and knew she would follow through on any threat. Then she struggled as hard as she could to pull her hand away from Myron's grasp.
He hardly noticed her desperate pulling. He heaved her arm tight and then went for the other one.
Belinda stared along her stretched arm. It was pulled downward to where the leather binding was lashed around the front leg of the couch. The soft cushions pressed against her upper thighs, and she gasped as Myron lashed her other wrist of the leg of the sofa.
She was helpless, was bent sharply at the waist, her ass sticking up into the air, her legs pulled so far apart that it was painful. Her short skirt rode up over her thighs, making Belinda squirm and struggle to try and ease it down a bit. It was above the tops of her stockings, revealing the creamy white flesh of her thighs, and she could feel the disgusting gaze of the two men as they surveyed her body.
Rhonda stood up. "Push it closer for me, will you, Myron?"
He grinned and his massive muscles hardly strained at all as he picked up Rhonda's chair and set it down close to Belinda.
"Thank you, honey," Rhonda cooed and gave him a kiss.
She sat down and picked up the paddle. Her knees were only inches from Belinda's face as she put the thin strip of wood under Belinda's horrified face.
"See those ridges?" she murmured, taking a handful of Belinda's dark hair and pulling up.
Belinda stared at the thin curved ridges that ran down the paddle, her eyes bulging with the strain of her deeply humiliating position over the sofa back.
"They say those hurt the most," Rhonda said with deep sensuality reeking from her voice. "I'd like your opinion later."
"What are you doing?" Belinda gasped. "I'll tell my dad, you see if I don't!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will," Rhonda said with a grin. "Any question?"
Belinda just stared at her. Rhonda handed the paddle to Myron.
"You shit!" Belinda hissed. "You can't do this to me!"
"Oh, I'm not," Rhonda replied. "The men are." She leaned closer to Belinda. "Thank God for men, that's what I always say, don't you?"
Belinda struggled, but the bonds were far too tight and strong for her to move. The best she could do was shuffle her hips a few inches across the white pillows of the sofa and back again.
"W-what are you doing!" Belinda shrieked as she felt one of the men running his hand slowly up her thigh.
"We have to make sure your dress isn't in the way," Rhonda answered. "It would stop the full effect of the paddle and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
"Stop it!" Belinda screamed.
The man's hand had reached the hem of her dress and was sliding it upward, over her thighs, his hand always on her soft flesh. He fingered Belinda's frilly garter belt as he went up to the edge of he tiny white panties as they stretched over her ass. There was a chuckle behind her. Slowly her short dress was taken up to her waist and flipped up over her belt, exposing her ass.
"Shit," Luke said, "will you look at that."
Belinda's asscheeks were taut and they thrust up with just her white panties covering part of them. The two hillocks of flesh strained to break out of the tight panties.
Luke grabbed her panties and pushed them into the crack of her ass.
"What are you doing!" Belinda demanded in a rising scream of anger and fear. She tried to twist away.
Rhonda lounged in the chair and smiled at the struggling girl. "If only your daddy could see you now. He'd look at you in quite a new way, don't you thing?"
Belinda wanted to reach out and grab Rhonda by the throat, but the dreadful reality of her plight suddenly came to Rhonda.
She heard a slight swishing sound behind her. Suddenly, a deep, burning agony burst out of her ass.
"Yaaahhhh!" Belinda Screamed. Her head jerked up and stared into Rhonda's laughing eyes. The paddle landed again, and Belinda's ass seethed with pain.
CHAPTER TWO
The serrated side of the paddle cut into Belinda's ass again, and she screamed with the pain. The ridges cut into her skin like thin knives and the thin slice of wood sent seething agony soaring through her body. She heaved on the back of the sofa as she strained at her bonds, but the leather tightened around her wrists and ankles, and the paddle cut across her flesh with a sound that resounded in the room. Belinda lifted her head, glaring at the ice-cold blonde.
"You shit!" Belinda screamed. "I'll get-aaaagghh! Oh shit, you fucker, I'll get you, I'll-eeeggghhhh! I'll tell my dad, I will-aaagghhhh!"
Belinda heaved desperately but couldn't escape.
Rhonda smiled. "All you have to do is take that dress off for us. I would have thought that would be easy for a tramp like you."
Rhonda leaned back, letting her black dress slide higher on her thighs.
"I'm not a-aaaggghhh!" Belinda screamed. "Let me go, let me-yaaaahhhh! Oh, fuck, fuck you, you shit-faced whore, fuck you-aaahhh!"
Belinda's ass was crimson, shaking with every blow. Her legs shivered and her body twisted with terrified desperation. Her short dress was sliding back over her ass and her tiny slip with it, but one of the men pushed it back and the slid his fingers over her ass between each of the blows.
"Stop that!" she shrieked. "Take your filthy hands off me! Stop-aaagghhh! Oh, shit, shit!"
Belinda's head fell to the pillows as she burst into tears.
"Why don't you be smart?" Rhonda crooned, putting her cigarette out. "You must have taken your clothes off for more men than I've seen in my life, so it shouldn't be difficult."
Rhonda smiled and slid her hand over Belinda's hair, almost caressing her. It was clear from her tone of voice that she knew what Belinda thought of men.
"I'm not that kind of girl!" Belinda shrieked. "I don't like men, I hate them and I hate my father!"
"Well, well, well," Rhonda said, still grinning. "And I thought you were a real daddy's girl. Now, are you ready to take that dress off?"
Belinda's determination faltered. The agony surging out of her beaten flesh increased with each blow of the paddle. She knew she couldn't take it any longer. She started to sob as her body jumped with the slashing blows of the thin wood, plotting dark revenge against the blonde who watched her suffering with so much pleasure.
Belinda shrieked as she heaved against the bonds. Her hips slammed into the sofa. Her ass erupted with another stroke of terrible pain as she shuddered. She couldn't take any more.
"All right," she sobbed, her face red with shame. "I'll do it! Aaagghhhhh! Stop him, I said I'd do it-aaagghhhh!"
"I told you to beg me to stop and let you up," Rhonda remarked, studying her fingernails.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Belinda screamed as the paddle lashed her ass, but then she gave in, there was no other way. "Please, please let me up!" I'll take my dress off for you. Please-aaagghhhh!"
The paddle stopped, and Belinda almost fainted with relief. She dropped over the sofa back as Rhonda got up slowly and walked around to inspect Belinda's ass.
"Hmm, what do you think, boys? I still think the cane does a better job. I mean her ass doesn't look really done over."
"Hey, Rhonda!" Myron exclaimed. "I dunno about Luke here, but I got the biggest hard-on of my life. I gotta fuck this dame before I bust a gut."
His hand ran desperately down the front of his pants and he groaned with lust.
"Oh, you boys," Rhonda said mockingly. "You whip some whore's ass and you've just got to fuck her. Oh well, that's the way it goes. Come on, we'll let her choose."
Belinda sobbed. "But you said to just take off my dress!"
She gasped as she lifted her head to see Rhonda and the two men standing right next to her.
"I know, my dear," Rhonda said, "but what can I do? It's these men."
"Stop it . . . stop!" Belinda gasped as Rhonda slid her hands to the top of her dress and started opening buttons. "Stop!"
Rhonda opened the dress until she could slide her hands over Belinda's tits, caressing them and rolling her tight nipple-buds between her fingers. It was a caress that sent shivers of desperate loathing through Belinda. A man touching her was bad enough-but a woman!
"Nice tits," Rhonda said approvingly. "Try them."
Belinda gasped, then screamed as Myron leaned down and slid his hands onto her lovely swelling tit-mounds. Almost gently he ran his finger around the circle of her deep red areolas while his other hand ran over her swelling, trembling tit-flesh. The he centered his fingers on her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
Slowly he tightened his grip.
"Oooohhhhh!" Belinda moaned.
Her body rolled as pain surge out of her nipples. She stared at the crotch of Myron's pants, seeing his stiff cockshaft thrusting out against the material. It was a big cock.
"Please, please!" she moaned, but his fingers tightened even more and she gave a low sob of terror.
"Yes," he said, "very nice. I'll have to see how my cock looks between them."
Belinda gasped again, her mouth dry with the fear of what these terrible people were going to do to her.
Luke kneeled down and slid his hands onto her tits. He felt them, pulled them and squeezed. It wasn't as painful as the nipple grip Myron had put her. But it was just as humiliating.
"Okay," Luke said, "who gets her first?"
"Me!" Myron replied. "Shit, with the hard-on I got, I'll shoot up her throat if I fuck her pussy."
He laughed and Belinda broke into more sobs.
"Now come on guys," Rhonda said. "Anybody would think that we've got as long as we want!"
They all broke into roars of laughter.
Still chuckling, the two men slid their zippers down and pulled their cocks out. Their cocks were as stiff as flagpoles, and Belinda moaned at the sight of them. Their pricks were both swollen, massive monsters and the thought of getting them stuck up her pussy was almost as bad as being whipped.
"Now, isn't this a nice cock?" Rhonda murmured. She slid her hand over Myron's cockshaft. He moaned with lust. "Beg him to fuck you, bitch. You've had this coming a long time."
Belinda moaned and hid her face in the pillows. She knew she would be beaten again if she refused, but she couldn't beg a man to fuck her. She sniveled and rubbed her face against the soft leather, wishing she could hide.
"Hold her head up!" Rhonda snapped. "She's a fuckin' slow learner."
Belinda shrieked as Myron grabbed her dark hair and hauled her head upward until her bent neck spasmed with pain. She stared at Rhonda as the woman came back from the closet with a large thick dildo in her hand and some clamps.
"What are you doing!" Belinda screamed as her head was yanked even harder.
Rhonda leaned in, her fingers pulling at Belinda's nipples. "I'm gonna give you something to think about."
She pushed the nipple clamps before Belinda's staring eyes, and the poor girl sobbed, looking at the tiny jaws and the screw that closed them.
"Oh no!" she moaned. "Please! He can fuck me! Please let him fuck me!"
But it was no use. Rhonda slid one of the clamps around Belinda's right nipple and gave the screw a twist.
"Oooohh, shit!" Belinda yelled as the tiny jaws clamped into her flesh and pain gripped her nipple. She writhed as the other clamp went down and worked its way over her left tit. Belinda spasmed in agony as pain rolled through her tits.
Rhonda went back to the first nipple clamp and tightened the jaws until Belinda was screaming in constant agony. Her relentless hand went back and screwed the second one tight, the jaws biting into Belinda's nipples until they almost broke her flesh.
Belinda stared glassy-eyed at the blonde as Rhonda stood back. Saliva bubbled out of Belinda's mouth as she rubbed her tits against the sofa cushion, trying desperately to pull the clamps off.
"Now beg him!" Rhonda demanded. She led Myron forward until his swollen cockhead was right at Belinda's lips.
"Oh please, let him fuck me!" Belinda moaned, pain clouding her head.
"Kiss it," Rhonda ordered.
Belinda almost threw up, but she knew she had to obey. Her tongue flicked out over the warm hard cockflesh. It wasn't as disgusting as she thought it would be, but it was bad enough.
"Good," Rhonda smiled. "So now you get to fuck the bitch, Myron."
"Yeahhhh!" Myron growled, pulling his prick away.
Belinda felt his hands run inside her panties. For a second she wondered what he was going to do, since her legs were pinned so wide open, but he solved that for her quickly. He took his time, slowly ripping her panties off.
Belinda sobbed as she felt her panties stretch until they started to give. Her panties cut into her inner thighs as the back splits along a seam. Suddenly her panties gave, and Myron ripped pieces away until they lay in tatters on the carpet and he could see her asshole and pussy.
"Fuck," he gasped. "I bet she's as dry as a fuckin' Texas crick."
Belinda shuddered, almost forgetting the agony rolling out of her tits as his fingers ran over her clit and into her pussy.
"Yup," he said. "Couldn't get a pencil up there. Gimme some cream."
Belinda sobbed as she lay on the sofa. She jumped again, her tits scraping against the cushions, releasing further sparks of pain.
Myron squirted cream deep in her ass crack, then he slid his fingers down into her cunt-hole. She groaned with pain and humiliation. His finger scraped over her pussy walls, and she could imagine the pain his cock was going to give her.
"Okay," he grunted. "I reckon I can get a good ride outa her now."
Belinda sobbed in mounting shame as she saw Luke and Rhonda watching her degradation. She felt the hard head of Myron's cock rubbing over her clit. Then it slid into her pussy-hole and she moaned, her head digging into the pillows.
"Fuuuuccccckkkk!" Myron roared as he shoved his cock at Belinda's tight pussy-hole.
"Ohhhhh no!" she screamed, her body contorting as his massive cockhead rammed into her soft pussy. Agony shot out of her cunt walls to join the pain from her tits as he pulled his cock back a bit and slammed it in again.
Even with the cream, Belinda's tight cunt-hole prevented him from sliding his cock all the way. Her cunt spasmed with pain as four or five inches of hard prick were rammed up her fuck channel and then slid back for another thrust.
"Ohhh God!" Belinda moaned. "Ohhhh, save me!"
Myron slammed his cock right up her cunt and his balls slapped between her spread thighs.
Myron gave a roar of delight. "Sheeeeit! This is a class cunt, this is real good. Ohhh, fuck, she's gonna be great when we've whipped some fucking sense into her."
With a great heave, he pulled his cock back and then slammed it in again, getting another squeal of pain from Belinda. Then he started a long fast fuck.
Belinda gasped and moaned as his cock slammed in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. Her pussy burned with pain and her tits rubbed over the sofa pillows, the clamps tearing at her tit-flesh.
"Now cunt," Rhonda stated. She sat beside the bound girl on the sofa. Luke stood inches from Belinda's face. "We still have one hard cock to deal with. I think it's about time we taught you how to suck cock."
Belinda felt that it was bad enough that she had to be fucked. To have to take a cock in her mouth was more than she could stand.
But Luke's cock was there. His prick was slightly longer than Myron's cock, but not quite as thick. He grinned at the bound girl.
"Suck it," he grinned.
"Ohhh no!" Belinda moaned as her ass beat back into the sofa with the force of Myron's ramming fuck.
Luke's cock thrust at her lips, and she moved her head in desperation so that it slid along her cheek.
"You know," Rhonda said, "this is the dumbest shit I ever met." She leaned down again and took the two nipple clamps in her fingers. "Suck it!"
Rhonda pulled at the clamps.
"Aaagghhhh!" Belinda shrieked as her tits were pulled out in the grip of those tiny jaws.
Then Rhonda shook the clamps and twisted them viciously. Belinda felt as if she'd faint. Agony burst out of her tit-flesh as her tits throbbed in pain. Her nipples felt as if they were being torn off.
"Ohhh, give me, give me!" she begged.
"That's better," Luke said as his cock slid into her mouth.
It was horrible, disgusting, almost worse than pain. His thick hard cockhead filled Belinda's mouth.
Luke leaned in closer, and his long hard prick slid to the back of her mouth and reached the entrance to her throat. Her deep brown eyes almost bulged out of her head as his cock thrust hard and made her gag. She shuddered and turned her head away.
"No!" she yelled. "I can't do it, I can't-aagghhhh!"
Rhonda tightened the grip of the nipple clamps and twisted them again.
"Now," she whispered, leaning in close to Belinda's ear, "can we try that again?"
Belinda sobbed as Rhonda let go of the tit clamps, and the pain receded to a dull ache. Luke's cock sank back to her throat, and she tried her best not to gag and heave.
"Yeahhhh!" he moaned as he slid his cock in and out of Belinda's protesting mouth. "you sure know how to pick 'em, Rhonda."
His cock throbbed with lust, and the bound girl heaved and twisted in agony.
"Oh, this was a commission," Rhonda said with a laugh. "So enjoy, it's all paid for."
Belinda shuddered.
"Ohhh, shit!" Myron bellowed as his cock swelled and heaved in Belinda's cunt. "I'm gonna shoot my load! Fuck, ohhhh, yeahhh!"
His cock slammed into Belinda's pussy faster and faster as he lost control. Soon his hips blurred as he fucked the bound girl, and his cock jerked and heaved.
Belinda felt her cunt walls spasming with pain as his cock heaved deep inside her. She felt his cock tighten and heave as a jet of hot cum shot into her pussy-hole.
"Ohhhhh, shit, ohhh!" Myron yelled.
His hands clamped onto Belinda's asscheeks and squeezed with all his power as cum shot out of his cock at the peak of every fuck-thrust he made. He bellowed with lust at each shot of jism, his legs slamming into Belinda's ass.
She moaned with shame as her pussy was filled with ropes of hot fuckjuice and some of it even oozed out of her cunt and ran over her thighs.
On and on, Myron poured out his cum, filling Belinda's cunt until his cock began to soften and the last of his goo seeped out.
"Ohhhh, shit, that was great!" he moaned, easing his cock out of Belinda's tight fuck-hole. He went to a chair and slumped into it with a huge grin on his face.
Rhonda reached out and ran her fingers over the inches of Luke's cock that were outside Belinda's mouth.
"We're going to have to work on this," she cooed. "You have to learn to take a man's cock right down your throat, my dear. And I mean right down."
Belinda moaned, her mouth being stretched by the long hard cock pushing in.
"But for right now, we'll just let him shoot in your mouth. Then you can get them hard again with a striptease," Rhonda murmured. "Without the tease, of course."
Rhonda giggled. She worked her head gently down to Luke's balls and he leaped with the sudden explosion of lust. Rhonda gently played with Luke's balls, then slid her other hand over his cockshaft.
Luke pulled his cock back, preferring Rhonda's skillful hands to Belinda's mouth. Soon only the cockhead was between her lips, and Luke was leaning back, groaning with the force of the lust erupting in him.
"Ohhh, shit, Rhonda!" he yelled.
Rhonda caressed his ball sac and cockshaft. "And now let's have you shoot in her mouth, I wanna see her lick it down."
"Oh fuck!" Luke moaned and his cock instantly swelled and heaved. "You bitch! One of these days I'll whip the shit outa you!"
Rhonda laughed and gave his cock and balls an extra squeeze. She took her hands off his balls and reached down, taking hold of a nipple clamp.
"Just to remind you, whore," she purred, "don't take your mouth away when he shoots."
Thick hot cum burst into Belinda's mouth as Rhonda twisted the nipple clamp for emphasis, then went back to caressing Luke's balls. Belinda gagged and moaned as white goo poured into her throat and filled her cheeks. But a lot of jizz ran over her lips and down her chin as Luke's spurting cockhead stayed just at her lips and shot, lines of jizz leaping from his piss slit and over her teeth.
"Swallow it, cunt!" Rhonda snapped as she guided Luke's cock over Belinda's pouting lips and her mouth.
Belinda sobbed in horror and shame, but she did the best she could, swallowing compulsively as the cum poured into it. More gobs formed on her lips and she to taste them as she took them into her mouth.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh, you bitch!" Luke crowed as his cock shot the final gobs of goo and Rhonda wiped his still-oozing cockhead over Belinda's soft red lips. "Y'know, Rhonda, you could kill a guy in a month the way you make him come."
Rhonda laughed again. "Listen, I've been fucking this cunt's father for months now and he still gets hard when I look at him. So don't give me that crap. A real man can do it, are you good enough?"
The two of them laughed again as Belinda lay there sobbing with shame.
CHAPTER THREE
"Now, darling," Rhonda said softly as she leaned back on the sofa. "Time for you to undress for us. Are you ready?"
Belinda sobbed with shame, but the pain in her nipples was worse.
"Please, please," she sobbed, "please, take these off, I'll undress for you!"
"Those come off when I say so!" Rhonda snapped. "Could you get me a drink, Luke? You can untie her, Myron, how about that?"
"Sure," Myron mumbled. He got up out of the chair and came over to Belinda. He ran his hands over her ass, and she moaned with the pain from her whipped flesh. "Boy, this is fun."
He bent down and untied Belinda's ankles. She gasped and pulled her legs together. She could feel Myron's sticky cum running over her thighs and she shuddered with disgust. She would have to touch the stuff to get it off.
Then he undid her wrists. The rush of pain as her stretched muscles settled back made Belinda gasp. She pulled herself upright, rubbing her arms and legs. Then she lifted her hands to her nipples and, without thinking, unscrewed the clamps, almost moaning with the release.
Rhonda took the drink from Luke and smiled at him, sliding her hand over his cock. "Sit down, honey, and you, Myron, on the other side. We must enjoy the show. Come here, honey, we want to look at you."
Belinda almost told her to fuck off. Her fury was mounting now that she was free again and she was ready to fight. She came around the sofa and stood with her hands on her hips, facing the three of them, who were sprawled out on the sofa pillows.
"Yeah?" Belinda snapped.
Rhonda smiled. "Take your-where are those clamps?"
"Round there, cunt!" Belinda snapped. "Now I want-"
Rhonda sighed and put her drink down.
"This is most tiresome," she said softly. She stood up. "I'm going to give you one chance. You go and get those clamps and put them back on for us. Also, if you call me anything but Rhonda, I'll whip you. Got that? Rhonda. Say it!"
Belinda stared at the tall blonde for about ten seconds. Then her hand flashed out and slapped Rhonda across her face.
Quickly Rhonda grabbed her wrist.
"Now, I'm going to teach you some real obedience." She twisted Belinda around brutally, then threw her at the two men. "Take her in the next room and string her up."
Belinda started screaming as the two men grabbed her. She fought like a tigress, but they had her arms pinned behind her until her elbows almost touched. Her tits thrust out as they hustled her through a door.
Belinda shook with horror as the light in the room came on. It was a smaller room than the main one, and it was done out as a torture chamber. There were racks and bars and whips and other instruments of torture hanging on the walls. She shrieked as Myron held her and Luke went to the wall and came back with a harness.
"Take her clothes off," said Rhonda. "I can't wait for her to make up her mind."
"What-stop it!" Belinda shrieked, but Luke held her arms behind her back while Myron grabbed the neck of her dress. "Not that, I'll take it off, it cost-"
With a grin Myron heaved and her dress tore. Myron kept it up, ripping her dress off until the hem parted. Then he tore the arms out, and Luke grabbed the remainder of her dress and pulled it down her arms and onto the floor.
Belinda sobbed. All she had on now was her tiny white slip that was already torn opened to below her tits, and her stockings and heels.
"Take the slip too," Rhonda said. "It'll get in the way with what I have in mind."
"Ohhh, God!" Belinda moaned.
Myron held her arms and Luke tore her clothes off. He began at the bottom, at the hem of the slip where it just covered her pussy. His sneering gaze followed the ripping silk every inch of the way until it finally parted between her tits and fell to the floor.
Now Belinda was naked except for her stockings, and she crossed her arms over her tits to save her modesty.
"Take your arms down," Rhonda said nastily. She strolled up and looked Belinda over as the cowed girl stood there. "Not bad, eh? She's sure got a figure worth fucking, hey, boys?"
She ran her hand over Belinda's tits.
"Yeahhhhh!" Myron grinned. He let his eyes wander over Belinda's body.
"Okay," Rhonda said "Put her in the harness."
"No, stop it, no!" Belinda screamed.
Luke fitted the leather harness around Belinda's body. Two straps went above and below her tits, thrusting them out even farther. A thick strap ran down her back and front to another set of straps that went around the tops of her thighs. These straps were held in place by leather bonds around her waist and neck.
When Luke had finished tightening them, Belinda was having trouble breathing with the tight leather binding around her neck. Her waist was clinched in tightly, and there were rings and clips all over the straps.
"Okay," Rhonda said, strolling forward. "On the hook."
"No!" Belinda screamed, but she was pulled back and made to stand still while a hook was put through a ring in the back strap of the harness. The ring was between her shoulder blades and she swayed forward as the hook pulled her upward.
Soon Belinda hung there, twisting slowly, her feet flapping as she tried to reach the floor.
The two men grabbed her feet and pulled them apart, lashing them to rings in the floor.
Now Belinda hung on the harness, her legs spread again, her pussy and ass available for anything they wanted to do. She sobbed as she looked at them. Both the men were hard again, their cocks pointing at her.
Rhonda stepped up close to her. In her hand she had several whips, and she caressed them as she ran them through her fingers.
"Now, bitch," she murmured into Belinda's ear. "I'm gonna make you sorry you slapped me. Very sorry. And even sorrier you took those clamps off. You're gonna learn who you are, cunt, however long it takes me."
"You bitch," Belinda sobbed, but there was a lot more terror in her voice now than defiance. She stared in horror as Rhonda put down all the whips except one. It had a short leather handle, with a single tail that curled out about four feet. The tip was tightly knotted. Belinda's stomach turned over.
"I'm gonna whip your tits. I'm gonna whip them until you beg me to put the clamps back on. Got that?"
"No!" Belinda wept. "I'm sorry, please don't do this to me, please! You've got my dad, isn't that enough?"
"Sweety," Rhonda said cruelly, "we have to get you ready. You have to get married, however we do it. I have to teach you sense."
Belinda almost collapsed. To accept the disgusting caresses of that old man who would bail her father out if she married him. Belinda would rather die than do that, and she didn't care if her father's business went under. Whatever they did, she wouldn't give in.
She screamed as Rhonda flicked the whip in the air. The tail cracked sharply. Belinda moaned desperately. The whip cut upward and suddenly Belinda heaved on the harness, her tits erupting with pain.
"Yaahhgghhhh!" she shrieked, crossing her arms over her thrusting tits.
"Take your arms down," Rhonda ordered.
"Fuck off!" Belinda screamed. She sobbed, twisting her legs, trying to get free.
The whip sang through the air again. The tip crashed across Belinda's clit.
Her bands went down to shield her cunt as agony soared all over her body.
Rhonda whipped her tits again. Belinda's scream rang off the walls as she tried to hold one hand over her pussy and one over her tits. Rhonda swung her around and lashed her ass.
"Having fun?" Rhonda asked Belinda.
Belinda screamed, her body twisting as she covered her ass only to have agony erupt from her cunt again.
"I can keep this up all day," Rhonda said. "And this is before I start on you properly. So, the sooner you keep your hand out of the way, the sooner we can get your punishment done."
She lashed the whip over Belinda's tits, and the suffering girl grabbed for them, holding her tits desperately to ease the pain, even as the whip curled into her clit and more agony burst out of her pussy.
For five minutes, Rhonda walked around Belinda, whipping her. Belinda's yells and screams rang out constantly, but nothing stopped the steady build-up of red lines on her flesh. Soon her tits were a crimson mass and her ass was an even deeper red. There were whip marks across her thighs.
Rhonda strolled back to face Belinda. The two men stood by, their cocks hard and throbbing as they watched.
"When you're ready, put your hands up and hold the rope above your head." Rhonda lashed Belinda's tits again, and Belinda almost passed out with the pain.
Belinda's head swam. She was helpless. Rhonda had proved how ruthless she was and she would go on as long as it was necessary to make Belinda give in.
"You bitch!" Belinda sobbed as she slowly slid her arms up and gripped the rope as hard as she could. Tears ran down her cheeks as she faced the cruel blonde.
Rhonda stopped the whipping. "That's better. Now you have to prove you can suffer because you slapped me. You must never slap your mistress, got that?"
"Y-yes," Belinda sobbed.
The whip curled back and cut into Belinda's tits again. Belinda screamed and her body arched as she desperately held onto the rope above her head. She closed her eyes as the whip curled in again and lashed another deep red line of agony across her suffering tit-flesh.
"Aaaagghhh! Oh God! You bitch! You bitch!" Belinda screamed. "I hate you, bitch! I hate you!"
She lashed Belinda again and the bound girl screamed in pain.
Rhonda laughed. "Now, are you ready to put those clamps back on?"
"Aaagghhh!" Belinda screamed as the whip cut her tit flesh again. "Yes, yes! I'll put them on! Yes, I will!"
She strained, her hands tearing at the rope in her agony.
"Good." Rhonda came up to the sobbing, beaten girl. "There, have a good time."
Belinda took the tit clamps in her trembling fingers. Pain rushed out of her tits, ass and pussy, but she didn't dare rub her flesh, not with Rhonda standing there, the whip curling slowly through her fingers.
Belinda put the clamp to her nipple. Her fingers trembled and she dropped it.
"Stupid cunt." Rhonda whipped Belinda's pussy before she could move. "Do that again and it'll be two strokes!"
She stepped forward and handed Belinda the tit clamp again.
Belinda didn't know what she was more frightened of, the whip or the clamp. Her fingers fought for control, and this time she managed to get the jaws around her suffering tit-flesh. She tightened the clamp until the dreadful thing hung there, biting into her nipple. Then she took the other clamp and got that on. She stared at Rhonda.
"Tighten them," Rhonda said.
"W-what?"
"Tighten them, unless you want me to do it."
Belinda's hands shook. She sobbed as she took the screw of the clamp and twisted it.
"Further!"
Belinda did it again. The jaws tightened and bit into her nipple.
Rhonda walked up to her and leaned close. "I can see you're not doing it hard enough. Do it harder or I'll whip your tits again."
She stepped back and Belinda sobbed. She put her fingers to the clamp and tightened it. This time pain rushed out as she tightened it.
"More!" Rhonda snapped.
Belinda's sobs burst out as she was forced to tighten the tit damps until Rhonda was satisfied. The tiny jaws bit into her nipples until the agony was a constant deep throb in her tits.
"Sorry you slapped me?"
"Yes, yes!" Belinda moaned. She ran her hands over her tits, making sure she didn't disturb the clamps.
"Now, I think you might be learning something. Beg one of the men to fuck your ass while I whip your pussy."
Belinda gasped. Rhonda couldn't have meant that. Not fuck her ass. "Oh no, what are you-aaagaghhhh!"
Her body contorted as the whip cut into her pussy.
"You heard me. They're both horny as hell again. You gotta cool them down, bitch." Rhonda swung the whip again and lashed Belinda's ass.
"Oh fuck me!" Belinda screamed. "Fuck me!"
Then she screamed as her pussy erupted with more pain.
"Always trying to duck out," Rhonda said. "Beg them to fuck your ass and beg me to whip you while they do it!"
She lashed the bound girl, the whip slicing across Belinda's clit and tits until she collapsed in the most terrible agony and shame.
"Oh, fuck my ass and whip me, please!" she begged.
"Which one of you boys want to go first?" Rhonda asked, lashing Belinda casually.
"You had her mouth last time," Myron said. "So why don't you have her ass?"
"Shithead," Luke grinned. "You just want to fuck that face, don't you?"
Myron grinned back.
Luke was still chuckling as he came up to Belinda. He grabbed her as if she were a side of beef hanging in the freezer.
"Any cream left on her ass?" he asked, running his hand down into the crack between Belinda's asscheeks. "Yeah, there's enough."
He took some of the cream that Myron had used on Belinda's pussy and slid it into her asshole.
Belinda yelled as his finger slid into her shitter. Luke laughed and positioned himself behind her, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks.
Belinda shuddered as she felt his hard cockhead work its way into her shitter hole.
"Now, don't go away," Luke said, then roared with laughter.
Belinda wanted to grab his hair and scalp him, but she knew what to expect if she did. She hung there, weeping, as his hard cock slid against the puckered brown hole of her ass.
Luke grunted as he pushed, and Belinda felt her tight ass muscles give way against the dreadful invasion.
"Ohhhh, no!" she whispered as her ass split wide open to allow his massive cock to penetrate.
Luke worked at the entrance to her shitter for a while, enjoying her suffering, made worse for Belinda by the sight of Rhonda still standing there, sliding the whip through her fingers.
Then Luke rammed his cock upward.
Belinda screamed as almost half his thick fucker worked into her asshole.
"Hey!" Luke crowed. "This is a nice tight hole too, you gotta try it."
He leaned back and thrust his cock higher.
"Ooohhhhh! Oh fuck!" Belinda moaned as his hard cock slid deeper into her gut, working over the spasming walls of her shitter.
Her flesh crawled as the thought of what he was doing, but the feel of his hard fuck-rod working with her asshole gave her sudden bursts of a sensation she had never felt before. She gasped as sparks of passion shot from her ass and tingled in her body. She struggled. Her hands were still free, and she instinctively reached up and held the rope again, moaning at the power of the cock driving inside her ass.
"Tits out!" Rhonda snapped.
Belinda's eyes snapped open. She saw the whip swinging and desperate fear burst over her. She wasn't going to be spared anything. As Luke's cock slammed into her ass, she did as she was told, thrusting her young tits out for the whip.
Rhonda lashed her tit-mounds, getting another terrible shriek of pain from the bound girl.
Rhonda chuckled. "She a good ass fuck, Luke?"
"You bet," he groaned. "She's sucking my cock off."
"Naughty girl," Rhonda mocked, "anybody would think she liked it."
The whip curled out again, and Belinda screamed as her tits leaped on her chest with the force of the blow.
"Ohhhh fuuuccckkk!" Belinda screamed as Luke's cock slammed into her ass and the whip cut its line of pain into her tit-flesh.
"Now for your cunt, my dear," Rhonda said with a grin. "Open wide."
Belinda gave a shriek of pain as the whip curled up, the very tip biting into her clit. Rhonda was an expert with that whip or she would have cut into Luke's balls. Each lash of the leather landed on the tip of Belinda's clit, exploding deep agony into the bound girl's body.
Belinda contorted on the rope. The leather bonds tightened around her waist and neck as she swung to the thrusts of the cock in her ass and the whip as it lashed into her pussy.
The beat of the whip as it lashed her clit was beating white-hot agony into her flesh, but there was also something else. Deep shudders of lust were echoing through Belinda's body. They burst the force of Luke's cock in her guts.
Belinda was going to do something she had never done in her life before. And in front of her torturers. She was going to have an orgasm.
CHAPTER FOUR
The whip cracked into Belinda's pussy and she shrieked in pain. Her body contorted in the harness. She gasped for breath as the tight collar rasped around her neck. The deep thrusts of Luke's cock in her ass were driving hard surges of lust through her as the whip cracked in again, biting with incredible accuracy at her clit. The knotted tip of the tail chewed into her cunt-flesh and she tightened her grip on the rope, hoping desperately that it would be over soon.
Myron was sitting in a chair, watching her agony with a big grin on his face. His cock was hard, and Belinda knew she would get fucked by it soon. A desperate moan escaped her as she saw the whip lashing in again, and more eruptions of agony burst out of her clit.
Belinda yelled, pulling at the rope over head. The nipple clamps swung and added their own deep pain to her surging agony.
"Yeahhhh!" Luke roared as he thrust his cock deep into Belinda's ass, lifting her up until the ropes holding her legs out stopped her from rising any farther. "Take that, bitch!"
His cock swelled inside her ass and rubbed over her trembling shitter walls. His hands grabbed her tits and played with them as he fucked her faster. His orgasm rose in his balls.
Belinda screamed as the pain combined with the throbbing pulse of Luke's ass-fucking to send tremors of lust all over her body. Her ass walls throbbed and heaved around Luke's cock, sucking at his prick as the cum boiled in his balls, ready to shoot out his long, hard cock. The whip, lashing into her clit, erupted another volcano of passion. Belinda burst into tears. She knew that she would come and disgrace herself unless Luke came very quickly and Rhonda stopped whipping her.
But it wasn't going to be like that. She couldn't conceal the way her ass walls trembled and spasmed round Luke's cock. Neither could she hide the way her legs trembled and her pussy lifted toward the whip each time it crashed in. She watched Rhonda through the tears spilling from her eyes. She knew that the blonde knew.
"Come on, bitch," Rhonda hissed. "Come on, let's have a great big climax. Let's see what a real little cunt you are."
Her arm flashed out and the tip of the whip cut into Belinda's pussy-flesh.
"Aaaghhhhh! Fuck off, cunt, fuck off!" Belinda yelled, even as her pussy exploded with lust.
Belinda wept, so deeply ashamed of herself that she wanted to run and hide for the rest of her life.
"Move your hands down, Luke," Rhonda instructed. "Play with her pussy."
Belinda shrieked and moaned as Luke slid his hands down her flat stomach to her thighs and played with her flesh, moving slowly toward the dark mound of her pussy.
"Don't you love it, whore?" he whispered. "You're gonna take so much cock you'll go crazy."
Belinda gasped as he pulled her pussy-lips open and played with her clit. His hands were so gentle after the whipping that the contrast made her heave back, taking his cock eyen deeper in her ass. Then she jerked in desperation and screamed with helpless agony.
Rhonda lashed her tits again. The tail of the whip curled around her nipples and pulled at the clamps, doubling the pain. Her shriek seemed to shatter the air as another deep red line formed over her swelling tit-mounds.
"You shit, shit, shit!" Belinda screamed. "I'll get you! I'll get you up here some day and whip the shit outa you! I'll-aagghhhh! Oh shit!"
The whip cut her tits once more.
"Don't you hate me, whore, don't you!" Rhonda yelled as she lashed Belinda's jutting tits. "Come on, tell me!"
"I hate you!" Belinda shrieked as Luke's cock throbbed in her ass and the first jet of cum shot out of his balls. "I hate you, hate you, hate you!"
"Good!" Rhonda yelled. "But you'll do exactly as I tell you!"
Rhonda's eyes were deep pools of lust and her face was flushed as she whipped her lover's daughter.
"Hold her pussy lips open, Luke, and shoot up her ass!"
Brutally Luke took hold of Belinda's soft pussy lips and spread them apart as far as he could. Her deep red cunt was exposed to them all as Rhonda lined the whip up. The slick flesh of her cunt throbbed and pulsed, and Belinda's pussy-hole sucked and contracted as if it longed to have a thick cock inside it.
"Yaaaaahahhh, shit!" Belinda screamed as the whip lashed her pussy, the knotted end penetrating into her pussy-hole.
Belinda was too far gone now; she couldn't stop the eruption of climax that was rumbling deep in her guts.
Hot fuck juice burst out of Luke's cock and splattered over the walls of Belinda's ass.
"Ohhhhh shit!" she yelled as her pussy exploded and the first wracking climax of her life burst over her.
With a devilish grin on her face, Rhonda whipped her to make her orgasm more intense, timing her strokes to hit at the peak of each shuddering spasm of Belinda's orgasm.
"Come on, cunt!" Rhonda yelled. "Let's see you come!"
"Bitch, bitch!" Luke roared as his cum burst into Belinda's ass in huge gouts of white goo.
His cock slammed her body higher on the rope as his fingers tightened on her pussy-lips, hauling them farther apart for the beat of the whip.
"Show us, come on, show us!" he yelled as his jizz filled Belinda's ass and his rampant cock slammed harder and harder into her guts.
"You cunt!" Belinda yelled as her body betrayed her and she came again to the beat of the whip and the slamming rape of her ass. "I hate you, hate you!"
But her cunt seemed to reach for the knotted leather and her legs strained to pull even farther apart as her hips thrust back, sucking the last of Luke's cum out of his cock.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she moaned as her climax peaked and she fell down the long slope, her body still shaking.
Rhonda stopped whipping her and stood with her hands on her hips, watching. Luke shot the last of his cum and held Belinda on his cock as his prick slowly began to soften. Then he let her down and his cock slid out of her ass.
"Wow!" he gasped. "That was some fuck." He grinned at Rhonda. "I tell ya, Rhonda, you're the best. I don't know anybody else who can do that."
Rhonda smiled. "Why, thank you. Now, let her down. Then we can continue."
Belinda moaned as she was lowered to the floor. She knelt, running her hand over her whipped flesh. As her orgasm faded, all the fear, hate and pain came back to her. She sobbed and rubbed her tits, trying to make the pain go away. But it didn't, the clamps bit as hard as before.
"Would you like to take them off?" Rhonda asked, standing over the sobbing girl.
Belinda didn't know what to do. She was sure there was a catch.
"Y-yes," she sobbed as the pain of the jaws bit into her tit-flesh.
"If you promise to call me mistress and do everything I say, then you can. But-" she prodded Belinda with her foot "-if you don't, then it'll be terrible for you, I promise that."
Belinda sobbed and tried to think. She wanted to break Rhonda's face, tie her up and whip the shit out of her, but she knew it was hopeless. The pain from her nipples bit across her chest and she knew she was trapped. Whatever it cost, she would have to give in.
"Y-yes," she sobbed. "I promise."
"Yes what?" Rhonda asked, prodding Belinda again.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Belinda moaned.
"Good. You can take them off."
Moaning and trembling in her haste, Belinda twisted the screws and took the clamps off. She rubbed her nipples until they felt a little better.
"Now," Rhonda said, "remember your promise. Crawl over to Luke and lick his cock clean."
Belinda fell to the floor. Luke's cock had just come in her ass. There would be cum, perhaps some shit on it. She couldn't do it, she couldn't! The tip of the whip curled past her eyes as she lay on the floor sobbing.
"Remember," Rhonda smiled, "you promised. I didn't say it would be easy. Now crawl over and lick him clean. And remember, it was your ass he was fucking."
Belinda stared up at the blonde. "You and my fuckin' father deserve each other. You're the biggest pair of perverts in the world."
"Oh no, dear," Rhonda replied with a grin. "If you want to meet some real perverts, I can arrange that, really I can. And you didn't call me mistress."
"Mistress," Belinda said sulkily.
"Get up, bend down and touch your toes. You'll take six strokes on your ass for that. And six more everytime you forget it."
Belinda shrieked and rolled on the floor. Desperation, anger and pain surged in her, fighting for the upper hand. She almost leaped at Rhonda, almost tore at her eyes in her blind fury, but the pain still lingering in her tits was a constant reminder of what would happen. She vowed to survive this humiliation, and then she would plot her revenge.
Moaning and cursing, she rolled on all fours and stared up and Rhonda.
"I'll get you, whore-dog," she vowed. "I'll fuckin' get you!"
"That's twelve strokes."
"I'll fuckin' get you, Mistress!" Belinda screamed, her face contorted with fury.
"That's better," Rhonda grinned. "Now get up and. touch your toes."
Belinda climbed to her feet. The two men watched. Myron's cock was throbbing with lust. Luke sat in his chair, his cock thick with goo that she would have to lick off. She almost threw up at the thought.
Slowly Belinda bent at the waist, running her hands down her stockinged legs until she gripped her ankles.
"Turn your ass to the guys, they love to watch," Rhonda instructed, picking up a thin cane.
Belinda shuffled around, her red-lined ass facing the two grinning men. Her body was nearly bent in two, hands holding her shapely ankles, lifted just the right amount by her high-heeled shoes.
"Say whip me, Mistress, I've been bad."
Rhonda slid the thin cane across Belinda's ass."
"Ooohhhhh!" Belinda shuddered.
"It's that or back on the hook."
"Whip me, Mistress, I've been bad," Belinda said through gritted teeth.
Rhonda lashed the cane across Belinda's ass.
"One," she said. "Now count them as! go."
"One, Mistress!" Rhonda snapped, lashing her again.
"Two, Mistress," Belinda wept.
"No," said the blonde, lashing the cane across Belinda's ass again. "We don't get to two until we get past one, do we?"
"Aaaaghhhh! One, Mistress!" Belinda screamed as the agony burst out of her ass. She clutched her ankles desperately. "Aaaghhh! Two, Mistress! Three, Mistress! Four, Mistress! Aaaghhhh-oh shit, five, mistress!"
The helpless girl sobbed as the pain soared all over her body. Her ass throbbed and heaved under the assault, and she gazed between her legs at the terrible blonde as she lashed her again.
"Six, Mistress!" Belinda shrieked as the thin cane lashed across her ass cheeks again. "Seven, Mistress! Aaaghhhh-ohhhh no, no! Eight, Mistress!"
Her legs were going like jelly and she knew she was close to collapsing. Belinda yelped and her legs gave way. She collapsed to her knees.
"Get up before I count to five or we'll start over," Rhonda said. "One . . ."
Belinda staggered-back to her feet. She leaned down, her hands on her ankles, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her ass heaved and throbbed as the thin cane whipped her.
"Aaaahhh! Nine, Mistress!"
The agony was beating all over her body, but there was a dreadful, dark sensuality to it that was flooding out with the pain. Belinda had no idea what it meant, but her chest heaved as the swishing of the cane told her it was coming in again.
"Eeeeggghhhh! Ten, Mistress!" Belinda screamed.
Her low, mounting moan rolled out of her mouth in a continuous stream and dribbles of saliva wet her lips.
"Eleven, Mistress! Aaaghhh! Twelve, Mistress!" she shrieked as the final blow cut into her ass flesh.
"Now go over and lick Luke's cock clean."
Belinda slobbered as she fell to her knees and crawled across the floor toward him. Her head spun and the rolling thunder of the whipping she had received made her gasp with terrible passions. Her pussy throbbed, and she felt a dreadful desire to reach down and rub it.
Luke's cock was covered in goo which was rapidly drying. Belinda's head spun in disgust, and her throat contracted, but she hardly hesitated and she reached up and grabbed his cock. Gobs of cum hung from the shaft, but she licked out and took them on her tongue.
She closed her eyes and licked, tasting the cum and the earthy goo from her ass. She moaned, terrified, yet still feeling that horrible desire to rub her pussy as she licked and cleaned his cock. She concentrated on cleaning the head of his prick, licking and sucking at it in a fury of desperation. She felt his cock stir under her mouth, beginning to stiffen again. That made her choke with fear. She was sure that Rhonda would let the two men fuck her as long as they wanted, and Luke was obviously getting interested again.
"That's enough," Rhonda said. "You'll suck him off again at the rate you're going. He can wait. Now, here come. Crawl!"
Belinda dropped back to the floor and crawled across to her mistress. Rhonda stood waiting, her hands on her hips, her legs spread.
"Now, get up," Rhonda said as Belinda crouched at her feet. "Look at you! You're a mess! Your stockings are covered in cum and torn! Look at them! You're disgusting. Don't you agree?"
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Pardon?" Rhonda snapped.
"Yes, Mistress," Belinda said, gazing at the floor.
"Good. Now, unclip my skirt."
In a stupor, Belinda reached out and unclipped Rhonda's short black skirt.
"Take it off, slowly. The men like to see this, give them a show."
Belinda sobbed slightly as she slipped Rhonda's skirt down the blonde's long legs. Rhonda stepped out of the skirt completely.
"Now my blouse. Slowly."
Belinda's hands went to the top button of Rhonda's blouse. Her fingers trembled, but she undid it and went to the next one. The third one was between Rhonda's tits, and Belinda couldn't stop herself from touching Rhonda's swelling tit-mounds as she struggled with the straining button. Then she went down, button by button, until the blouse was open to the waist. She slipped it off Rhonda's shoulders, and the blonde stood facing her, with only her bra on above the waist.
"Take it off."
Belinda's fingers shook uncontrollably as she tried to unclip the bra without touching Rhonda's tits. It was impossible. The clasp was between her tits and Rhonda made sure that her warm tit-flesh rubbed against Belinda's fingers as she unclipped the bra and let it fall away.
Rhonda looked magnificent even to Belinda.
Her high, thrusting tits accentuated her slim waist.
"Now, wouldn't you love to kiss my tits?"
Belinda gasped and shuddered. Now she understood.
"Yes, Mistress," she said quickly.
"Go ahead. Kneel."
Belinda slipped to her knees, her mind whirling with emotions that raged and fought with each other. Her pouting lips came to Rhonda's nipples and she kissed the crinkled flesh, feeling the soft warmth and smelling the subtle perfume wafting from the deep valley between Rhonda's tits.
"Kiss them all over," Rhonda murmured. She stood with her eyes closed as Belinda's soft lips kissed and roved all over her tits. "Yeahhh! That's not bad. Kiss them deep, come on."
Belinda gurgled with shame as she kissed Rhonda's tits, opening her mouth and letting her soft tongue work over the warm flesh. She had that awful desire to rub her pussy again as her hate and lust fought with her terror.
"Now go lower. Slowly."
Belinda shuddered. She knew now what Rhonda wanted, but two things stopped her from rebelling. The fear of what would happen and the incredible lust breaking out all over her. She was so confused she couldn't do a thing but give in. Her mouth clung to Rhonda's flesh as she slid down, kissing down the flat plane of her stomach until her mouth came to the top of Rhonda's tight, black panties.
"Kiss my pussy through them," Rhonda moaned, spreading her legs.
Belinda's head spun, but she obeyed. Her mouth worked down, over the black panties. She kneeled lower to get her mouth between Rhonda's legs.
Belinda's head spun, but she obeyed. Her mouth worked down, over the black panties. She kneeled lower to get her mouth between Rhonda's legs.
Suddenly Rhonda swung her leg over Belinda's face and held her there.
"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Kiss me just like that!"
Belinda moaned as she felt the heat of Rhonda's cunt. Her panties were wet and Rhonda moaned with instant lust as Belinda's mouth brushed her swollen clit through the thin material.
"Lick it!" she ordered, holding Belinda's face to her panties.
Belinda sobbed as she licked and kissed the fight silk covering Rhonda's pussy. She could feel the outline of Rhonda's pussy lips and the hard bud of her clit as she worked her mouth over them. This was the pussy her father fucked whenever he wanted and that thought sent another, sudden surge of lust through Belinda.
As her mouth worked Rhonda's cunt through the wet panties, the blonde shuddered and moaned with climax.
"Yessss!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, yesssss!" She held Belinda's mouth to her pussy as she came, rubbing her panties all over her face. "Ohhhh, that's good!"
Rhonda moaned, holding Belinda there until she came down, sighing with satisfaction.
"Now, wouldn't you love to take my panties down and give me a real suck while Myron fucks you?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Belinda almost broke into more tears. The humiliation never ended. But she had learned that Rhonda meant what she said.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, hate bursting in her heart.
"Good," Rhonda replied. "Now take my panties down."
Belinda felt as if her hand were contaminated as she reached for the top of Rhonda's silk panties. The feel of the blonde's skin on her finger tips sent slight shivers through her as she worked the panties down over Rhonda's ass until the blonde mound of her pussy was visible.
The two men watched, and Luke's cock was hard again after the ass fuck he had given Belinda.
Slowly the panties slid down Rhonda's shapely legs and she stepped out of them.
"Come, here, my dear," she crooned. She led Belinda over to a chair and sat in it, her legs spread and up on the arms. "Now give me a good time, whore."
Belinda crawled up and fought her revulsion. She had to suck this bitch's cunt. She knelt. She slid her head deeper between Rhonda's thighs, and Rhonda's perfume wafted over her, mixed with that unmistakable scent of a woman in heat. Belinda's lips were trembling as she put them to Rhonda's cunt-lips.
"Lick me."
Belinda moaned, but she put out her tongue and ran it up over the wet flesh of Rhonda's pussy, feeling Rhonda jerk and gasp at the touch.
"Again," Rhonda said, and Belinda did as she was told, licking up the line of red flesh. Then she waited.
"Listen, cunt!" Rhonda snapped, grabbing Belinda by her hair. "You learn how to suck pussy, shitface, or you'll be in trouble. Now suck it!"
She held Belinda's face close to hers for a moment, staring into the young girl's eyes.
Belinda moaned. "I don't know, nobody ever told me."
Rhonda laughed. "Learn real fast."
She forced Belinda's head back to her pussy.
Belinda moaned helplessly. She licked at Rhonda's clit hearing the blonde gasp and heave, so she did it again, a straight line up her pussy.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Rhonda yelled. "This whore's terrible. What was she like at cock sucking?"
Luke shrugged. "Okay, I guess."
"Shit!" Rhonda snapped. "You'd shoot up a vacuum cleaner."
Rhonda swung her legs off the chair arms. "Come on, you'll learn the hard way."
"No, just tell me, I'll do it!" Belinda screamed, but Rhonda had a grip on her now, swinging her around to the back of the chair.
"Get me a dildo," Rhonda demanded.
"Oh no, please, please!" Belinda begged. "I'll learn anything, really I will!"
"You haven't learned to call me Mistress!" Rhonda snapped. "Bend over!"
"Oh no, please, Mistress! Please!" Belinda begged.
Rhonda picked up the cane.
Belinda gasped. Luke was coming from a closet, a massive thick rubber cock in his hand, and Rhonda stood there, tapping the cane in her hand.
"Bend down or it'll be twelve."
Belinda gave in, leaning over, her hands sliding down her legs until they held her ankles.
"Hey, Myron! You want your cock sucked while I give her the six?" Rhonda asked.
"Sure," Myron said easily, sliding out of the chair. He strode over. He lay on his back, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. "Stand over me and go down again."
Belinda sobbed as she was forced into a deeper shame. She stood over Myron's chest as she was ordered and slowly bent again until her hands were on her ankles and her mouth was at the swollen head of Myron's cock. She felt tears running over her face as she took his swollen cockshaft in her mouth and went down on it, letting Myron thrust up as he wanted.
"Shit," he gasped, "you were right, Rhonda, she's fuckin' useless. Suck it, whore!"
He grabbed her hair and forced Belinda's mouth deeper onto his cock. Belinda felt her throat as his rampant prick thrust at it. She waited for the beat of the cane on her ass, her heart thumping with terror.
Then it came, a slashing blow that almost made her legs buckle. Her mouth rammed deeper on Myron's cock and her throat spasmed as the had of his cock slid into it.
"Hey, that's it!" Myron exclaimed. "She only does it to the whip. Do it again, Rhonda!"
The dreadful thin cane whipped across Belinda's unprotected asscheeks, and a scream broke out from around Myron's cock as he heaved up and into her throat.
"Yeahhh!" he yelled. "Her throat goes crazy when you whip her. Do it again!"
The cane whipped Belinda's ass with a frenzy, the strokes coming thick and fast. Agony shot out of her flesh and blasted all over her until she was sobbing with pain and her mouth jerked and sucked at Myron's cock.
"Yeahhhh!" be gasped, leaning back and letting Belinda's mouth do all the work.
Desperately Belinda pulled her mouth up and held his cock with one hand.
"Please, Mistress!" she begged. "I only deserve six strokes and you've---aagghhh! Oh please, no more!"
She held onto Myron's cock and gave another deep scream as the whip cut her ass.
Rhonda stopped the whipping. "Well, that's right and we're getting side-tracked anyway. Get up."
Belinda pulled her mouth from Myron's cock and he sighed.
"Fuck it, Rhonda," he said. "I deserve more than that."
"Oh don't be so fuckin' stupid," Rhonda replied. "You'll get yours, you always do. Now shut the fuck up."
She pulled Belinda around to the chair and Belinda groaned with horror. Sticking up from the center of the chair back was the dildo. It had been screwed into a spring on the back of the chair and curved up, over the chair cushion.
"Climb up and stick that up you," Rhonda said.
Belinda moaned. The chair back was only a little higher than her hips, but getting that huge dildo up her pussy would be almost impossible. She looked at it and shuddered.
"Look," Rhonda said, "I'm a reasonable woman, but you're trying my patience. I tell you to do something and you fuck around. Now get up there or else!"
The gleam in her eye was more than Belinda could stand. She almost rushed to the chair. The chair back was padded, but, once on the dildo, most of her weight would be on the thick rubber cock. She knew she would be skewered and helpless.
Shaking from head to foot, Belinda eased her hips up and pushed on the chair. The harness got in her way, and the straps between her legs seemed to slide up toward her pussy. Finally she managed to get her cunt high enough above the hard tip of the imitation cock. But she couldn't get it into her cunt because she couldn't take her weight off her hands.
"Please, Mistress," she begged, "would somebody help me, I-I can't do it."
"Get that thing up your cunt!" Rhonda snapped, tapping the cane in her hand.
Belinda wriggled on the chair, feeling her anger and shame mounting all the time. Desperately she pushed herself up as far as she could go, but the dildo still wouldn't slide into her fuck-hole.
"Please, Mistress!" she wept as she saw Rhonda advancing on her. "Please, just please, let one of the-aaaghhh!"
Her ass erupted with fresh agony as Rhonda lashed her across her aching flesh.
"Up on that cock, you stupid cunt!" Rhonda ordered, laying the cane into Belinda's flesh again. "Come on, bitch, get it up you!"
Belinda screamed as the whip cut her ass, and her body writhed with agony. Another blow landed and the thin line of red pain sent shudders through her. She couldn't get up there, she couldn't!
Screaming and weeping, she somehow balanced on one hand and shoved the dildo at her cunt with the other. On the third try she made it. The thick head of the dildo slid between the straps of the harness and into her cunt. Belinda moaned with relief, failing forward on the soft chair back.
"Right up!" snapped Rhonda.
Belinda gasped. She wriggled back, forcing the dildo into her wet cunt. The massive prick worked its way into her fuck-hole as she pushed back. Finally it was in to the hilt, and Belinda lay across the chair back, her hands down on the pillows, her cunt straining against the thick cock curving up from the very rear of the chair back.
She gasped and tossed, but the thick rubber dildo rasped over her pussy walls and sent those first trickles of sensation that Belinda knew would turn to lust. She shuddered. She knew it was disgusting to get off on this sort of treatment. It wasn't her true self, she knew it wasn't.
Luke pushed a leather-covered bench up to the seat of the chair. Then he lay on it and pulled her head down to his rampant cock.
"My turn," he said. "And give me a real good blow-job, honey."
"W-what are you going to do?" Belinda gasped, trying to turn her head to see what they were doing.
But Luke forced her head back and slapped her across the face, hard.
"Listen, bitch," he warned, "you gotta learn to suck. Now get on with it."
Belinda twisted and heaved, but Myron grabbed her legs and pulled them down until she was painfully stretched on the chair back. With the dildo in her cunt stopping her ass from, sliding too far, there was a terrible strain on her upper thighs. She moaned as she was forced to take Luke's cock between her lips. His thick hard cockhead filled her mouth and shoved at the back, of her throat as Luke grunted and held her short dark hair.
"Whip her, Rhonda. She's fucking useless. If you haven't brought me off the first time, I'd have known it before."
Rhonda laughed. "That's my Luke, always got the answer afterwards."
"Whip her!" Luke snapped.
Belinda screamed around his cock, but her muffled yell hardly came out at all. She struggled, but Myron had her legs and was lashing her ankles to the bottom of the chair legs, stretching her legs even harder. She struggled, but it was hopeless.
Soon Myron had her tied down, helpless over the chair back. The bonds on her ankles not only held her legs apart and down so that her ass was upraised, they also forced her cunt deeper onto the dildo.
The first lash of the cane beat into Belinda's ass. The crimson flesh exploded with pain as the thin wood drove a deeper line of red agony into her flesh.
Belinda bucked on the chair back, her legs trembling, her chest heaving with pain. Despite Luke's hold, her head jerked up and she screamed.
"You cunt!" she shrieked as the cane landed again. "You shit-faced cunt! Shit-face-aaaghhhh! Ohhhh, no, no, no!"
The cane lashed her ass, thrusting her against the chair with the power of the blow. Belinda broke into floods of helpless tears as Luke rammed her face back down on his cock, forcing it almost into the back of her throat.
She gagged as the cane crashed across her ass again, and her throat muscles spasmed as she felt Luke's cock slide farther in. Her moan came out around his hard flesh and her hips bucked with searing agony as Rhonda lashed her ass.
"Hey, that's it, Rhonda!" Luke yelled. "Whip her, and she sucks like crazy! Go for it!"
Belinda's shrieks and moans were ignored as Rhonda whipped her ass faster and harder. The agony soared out all over her body, but, to her horror, those pangs of lust she had felt when the dildo first slid into her pussy were growing. Everything was conspiring to make her come again. The thick dildo ram-fucked her pussy everytime her ass jerked to the beating of the cane, and Luke's cock in her mouth was setting off its own strange surges of lust.
She fought it, struggled, as she sank into the pain and lust of the brutal rape. Her pussy throbbed and sucked at the dildo as it sank in and out while her ass writhed in desperate, humiliating lust. Her ass jerked up for the cane as it lashed downwards, making the slapping sound of wood on flesh even louder. The red lines on her skin were all running together into a bright crimson mass of pulped flesh as she moaned and heaved.
She found herself running her hands over Luke's' cock as he rammed it into her mouth. She caressed his balls as she wept and screamed. She could feel his rampant fucker getting hotter and harder. Her throat muscles were giving way as her screams allowed him to ram his hard cockhead deeper.
"Yeahhhhhh!" Luke yelled. "Do it, Rhonda! Do it-ohhh shit! Oooohhhhh, sheeeitttt!"
He lurched up off the bench, his legs spread wide around Belinda's face and shoulders, his hands gripping her hair and forcing her mouth deeper onto his cock.
Belinda felt his hard, throbbing prick invading her throat until he was able to move her head up and down as he wanted. There was no more fight in her. She, felt her will collapsing as the dildo and whip mixed with the sensation of a cock slowly, invading her throat, and she knew she was going to come again.
The thrust of the dildo erupted the first of the spasms in her cunt. That spread, until a beat of the cane sent her into paroxysms of lust, her ass trembling as she came. Delirious with passion and shame, she had no idea that she was taking Luke's cock in her mouth to the balls, her throat throbbing and heaving as the desperate climaxes overwhelmed her.
He held Belinda's hair tighter, his fingers wrapped into it until Belinda's throat could no longer move, just stayed still, his prick throbbing with, climax as he rammed his hips up and down and his cock slid deeper into her mouth. The cane slashed her ass with heavy strokes as the first jet of Luke's cum splashed into Belinda's throat. Gurgling and sobbing, she swallowed it, but there were more ropes of sticky goo that flooded her mouth as Luke roared with lust and pumped his cock in a fury of release.
His cum triggered another round of climaxes, shaking her to the core, as she sucked and licked at the salty fuck-juice flooding her throat. Sobbing helplessly, she took it all, gob by disgusting gob, as Luke's cock spat it all and then subsided, slowly softening as the last of his jizz spread in her mouth and she licked it down.
Rhonda gave her ass one last terrible lash, then dropped the cane onto the floor. Belinda's muffled screams faded as the pain stopped beating into her flesh, and she almost collapsed as the high of her orgasm faded with the end of the whipping. She hung over the back of the chair, her ass flaming red and throbbing, her legs stretched painfully, her ankles lashed wide apart.
Luke pulled her head up and grinned at her. "Well, you shifty little cunt, now we know how to get you to give one fantastic blow-job."
He rolled out of the way and went over to his chair to sit down.
Belinda stared up at Rhonda standing over her.
"I've got a proposition for you, cunt-face. You show me that you can give a decent blowjob without the whip and Myron'll fuck your ass while you suck me. If not, then it's whip time. How about it?"
Belinda moaned as she thought about it. She was trapped again, there was only one way out, she had to do it.
"Y-yes" she whispered, the pain still echoing from her ass and stretched legs. "Yes, Mistress!
She shrieked as she saw Rhonda's arm flash up. The thin cane cut across her ass.
"Yes, Mistress!" she screamed as she was lashed again. "Ohhh yes, Mistress! I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm sorry! Aaagghhhh! I'm sorry!" she screamed as Rhonda gave her the full six lashes again. "Ohhhhh!"
Belinda sobbed as she fell over the chair back, agony throbbing from her flesh. But there was an awful warmth in it, too, that spread over her body with the pain, making her shudder with lust.
"Now, shall we try that again?" Rhonda said brightly. "Will you show me that you can give a real good suck-job without the whip?"
The harness seemed to tighten round her as she fell across the chair back.
CHAPTER SIX
Belinda was still sobbing softly as Rhonda spread her legs and leaned back against the raised back of the bench.
"Go ahead, bitch. Show me you can suck."
Rhonda slid her legs higher, onto the arms of the chair and playfully ran her hand through Belinda's dark hair. "And if you do it right, Myron'll fuck your ass. If you don't, then he'll whip your pussy, and he loves doing that."
Belinda gasped and put her mouth closer to Rhonda's hot cunt. A triangle of blonde hair framed the red lips of her pussy and there, between them, was her clit, just showing. With a moan, Belinda kissed the tiny red bud and flicked her tongue over it.
"Better," Rhonda gasped, "but I don't think that's good enough."
She eased her ass closer and spread her legs wider.
Belinda ran her lips over the swelling bud of Rhonda's clit and kissed it again. There was an awful excitement about doing that. Her father's cock had been here, forcing its way into Rhonda's cunt.
"Ohhhh, that's better!" Rhonda moaned.
Belinda realized that she had been kissing and sucking on Rhonda's clit with a rising passion. She couldn't stop. Her lips opened and she gently drew the hot wet flesh into her mouth, sucking it in until she bad the hard bud of her clit between her teeth. Then gently she chewed on it, running her tongue over the, throbbing surface.
"Shit, you bitch!" Rhonda yelled. "You knew this all along, didn't you? Hey! Didn't you?"
She pulled Belinda's head up and stared at her, fury in her eyes.
"N-no, Mistress," Belinda moaned. "I-I just thought you'd like it."
"I've a good mind to let Myron whip you for holding back!" Rhonda snapped. "But if you do well enough, I'll let it go."
She forced Belinda's mouth back to her pussy.
Belinda felt terrible surges of excitement rushing over her. The threat of the whip, the strain of the harness and the ropes that bound her legs, all of them made her gasp and heave with the most depraved excitement.
She lowered her mouth again, licked at Rhonda's clit and felt the blonde move to her touch. Slowly she sank her mouth around the throbbing clit-bud again, feeling it get hard.
Moaning, Belinda sucked Rhonda's pussy, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her mouth was filled with cunt-flesh, and Rhonda groaned in rising passion, her legs straining wider, her pussy thrusting at Belinda's mouth.
"Do it, do it!" Rhonda moaned. "Ohhh, fuck, do it to me! Ohhhhh, yeahhh!"
Her pussy spasmed and she grabbed Belinda's head, forcing it onto her cunt.
The fury of the moment rose in Belinda's whirling mind. Her helplessness, the dildo still ramming into her cunt and the still-throbbing pain in her ass combined to drive her to a terrible desire for revenge over Rhonda. And now she had Rhonda's cunt in her mouth.
With brutal suddenness, she sucked Rhonda's clit between her lips and bit down, grinding her from teeth over the hewing flesh. Rhonda's reaction was unbelievable.
"Yaaahhhhh!" she screamed, her hips, beating upward on the couch. "You try that, whore, you try that! Go on! Bite the fuck outa me! Do it!"
She grabbed Belinda's hair and twisted it, ramming her face, against her cunt. As Belinda bit down across her flesh with all the force she could muster, Rhonda screamed and yelled with a raging passion, forcing Belinda's head between her thighs until Belinda was smothered.
The fight went on for minutes. Belinda chewed at Rhonda's cunt-flesh, but the blonde just rammed her face into her cunt harder Then Rhonda lifted her widely spread legs higher and wound her hands in Belinda's hair until the bound girl was screaming with pain and gasping for breath. The harness around her neck made breathing difficult, and now, with Rhonda's cunt rammed over her mouth and nose, Belinda was slowly losing the battle.
"You make me quit, bitch," Rhonda yelled, "and you can go home! I make you quit and Myron's gonna whip you until I get what I want, and then he'll fuck your ass while you give it to me again, you got that?."
Belinda could only moan as her face was muffled harder into Rhonda's hot wet cunt. She was close to giving in. However hard she bit Rhonda, the blonde just fed on it and rammed her face into her pussy harder.
Rhonda shoved Belinda off her cunt with brutal suddenness, and Belinda's teeth nipped off a piece of Rhonda's clit with a snap.
"You quit?" she said.
Belinda could only pant and gasp.
"Tell you what," Rhonda said with a sneer. "I'll let you get your breath back and then we'll start, again. Go on, breathe."
She laughed and let go of Belinda's hair.
Belinda stared at Rhonda's clit. There were teeth marks on it, but the flesh was firm and red, still throbbing with lust. She knew she couldn't beat Rhonda, that whatever she did, the blonde was stronger.
"Please, Mistress," Belinda gasped in shame. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Oh, what a pity. You mean you're giving in?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," she whimpered and tears rolled down her face.
"Ohhh, good! Then you get whipped, don't you?"
"P-please, Mistress, not that! I'll suck you for as long as you want, honest, but not that!" Belinda burst into tears. She was trapped again.
"But we made the deal, didn't we?"
"Please, Mistress, I--"
"Didn't we?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," Belinda sobbed.
"So what can I do?" Rhonda said. "That was the deal-you get whipped. So beg Myron to do it as you suck me."
Belinda sobbed and moaned. She couldn't do that, not beg Myron to beat her.
"If you don't, he'll just start on your ass until you do beg him," Rhonda said with her usual nasty smile.
Belinda shuddered. There was nothing she could do.
"Please, Myron, p-please, whip me," she moaned. Her fury was gone, she was cowed and hopeless.
"He'd love, to," Rhonda smiled. "Now, get on with sucking my pussy. And do it nicely, I like my clit bitten a bit, but you go too far, whore. Try it again, and your tits will be in trouble."
Belinda had no thought of rebelling. Her body was tense, preparing for the first cut of the whip. She lowered her mouth and drew Rhonda's clit between her lips again. Softly she sucked on it, feeling Rhonda respond and moan with rising passion.
"Now, just like that and I'll come soon," Rhonda sighed.
Belinda shivered and closed her eyes.
Helpless, she waited for the whip.
Behind her, she heard a crack as a whip lashed through the air. She jumped, but it was only a practice shot. She waited, sucking on Rhonda's clit, her mind seething with the thought of the pain coming.
The tip of a leather whip landed right on the tight bud of her asshole.
Belinda screamed and heaved as fresh agony burst out of her body. The whip was being used expertly; it curled back and landed in exactly the same spot, beating hard at her tight ass muscles and reaching down just enough to cut into the tight entrance to her pussy where the dildo rammed in and out.
With the seething agony erupting from each lash, Belinda sucked Rhonda's clit and licked at it, trying to make the blonde bitch come as soon as possible. Only that would save her from the whip.
"Oooohhh yeahhhh!" Rhonda moaned. Her bands tightened in Belinda's hair, and she rammed her pussy against the bound girl's face. "Come on, you little cunt, come on!"
She yelled with lust as Belinda's tongue flicked over her clit, then went down to slide into the entrance of her pussy-hole.
Belinda was going crazy. The ramming fuck of the dildo in her cunt, combined with the beat of the whip on her asshole, was driving her into another deep, roaring orgasm. Desperately ashamed as she was, she was still helpless in the grip of her passions. Each time the knotted tip of the whip curled into her shitter, it exploded lust all over her trembling body. She hated herself for that and for the way she had surrendered to Rhonda.
"Ohhh yeahhhh!" Rhonda screamed as she came. She heaved upward, shoving her pussy against Belinda's face until her cunt juices mixed with Belinda's saliva and smeared all over the dark-haired girl's face. "Make me come, bitch! Make me come!"
Belinda felt her body go out of control. The beat of the whip sent sudden eruptions of climax through her cunt. Screaming with pain and lust, she heaved on the chair back, forcing the dildo deeper into her cunt with each lash of the whip.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Rhonda sighed contentedly. She lay back on the bench as her orgasm subsided, mussing Belinda's hair. "Not bad, you little fucker. You might make a good slave yet."
"Aaahhhhh!" Belinda moaned.
The whip cut her asshole again and the spasms of lust erupted all over her. Her pussy slid up and down on the dildo in shameless lust.
"You bitch, slat, cunt!" she screamed at Rhonda. "Aahhhhhh! Ohhh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She shrieked, her legs trembling as she came. Her fingers dug into Rhonda's flesh and she sank her head, sucking and biting at the soft insides of Rhonda's thighs.
"Ooooooh, how did you know I liked that?" Rhonda cooed, her thighs wet with Belinda's saliva and her own pussy juices that had run out and over her legs. "Ooooohhhhh! I love it, ohhh, yeahhh!"
She moaned as Belinda's writhing mouth climbed up her thighs and licked at her pussy again.
"Okay, Myron," Rhonda said. "Why don't you fuck her ass now?"
The whip stopped, and Belinda shuddered with the most depraved desire. She could have gone on coming with the whip on her ass. She whimpered as she sucked and licked at Rhonda's cunt and thighs.
Then she felt the touch of Myron's thick cock at her asshole. His cock had become harder, and now it stuck out like a steel pike, ready to invade Belinda's tight brown shit-hole.
Belinda was beyond feeling the terror she had felt when Luke had ass-fucked her. Her mind churned with emotions she couldn't understand as she sucked at Rhonda's cunt, feeling the blonde getting aroused all over again.
Murmuring and cooing, Rhonda held Belinda's head and let her run her mouth all over the soft flesh of her cunt and inner thighs. Myron worked his cock just inside the entrance to Belinda's ass. It pressed directly on the dildo through the thin membranes of flesh between Belinda's ass and cunt, and the pain surged out over her spasming body. That only made her ass heave faster as her cunt sucked at the dildo and her shitter quivered with the feel of a great big cock sliding into it.
"Mmmmfff!" Belinda gasped as Myron shoved his cock deeper into her trembling ass.
Her ass and pussy walls stretched, and the pain intensified as the deep double-fuck invaded her holes. Her orgasm, which had faded as the whip stopped, burst out again with the brutality of the twin rape.
"Jesus, what an ass!" Myron yelled as he finally rammed his cock right up into Belinda's guts. "Puck, she's tight! Obhhhh, yeahhhh! Shit, she's coming!"
His cock trembled as Belinda's shitter walls tightened around his cock, sucking at it like a hot demanding mouth.
"Fuckin' Jesus!" he moaned, leaning back, his hands on either side of Belinda's hips as he fucked her ass.
Belinda was becoming delirious with the force of her climaxes. She sucked at. Rhonda's cunt-flesh, licking over the smooth skin of Rhonda's thighs, until the blonde was moaning in constantly rising orgasm.
"Yeaahhhh!" Rhonda moaned. "We'll have to show your dad, show him how well you suck pussy. He'll love it! Ohhhh fuck! He'll love it!"
She threw her head back again as her pussy trembled with the force of her come.
Belinda shuddered as the dildo and Myron's cock rammed up her cunt and ass. Both her fuck channels erupted with lust as the hard cocks beat into them. Her dark hair shook as she came, her face wet with Rhonda's pussy juices. Still, she went on sucking. Her body went out of control, coming in ever rising pulses.
"Jesus, ohhh, fuck!" Myron roared. "I'm gonna shoot right up this cunt's ass!"
He leaned over farther, ramming his cock up Belinda's shitter, feeling the thick dildo ramming in and out of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Myron's cock suddenly lost control and hot cum gushed out of his balls and down his throbbing rod. "Take it!"
He gasped as goo spewed from his piss slit and into Belinda's ass.
"Aaahhhhh!" she moaned, going out of control. She felt his cock shooting, driving white gobs of jizz into her shit-hole, pulsing out to the beat of her own crashing orgasm.
"Ooohhhh!"
Her mouth slid wetly over Rhonda's thighs and pussy while the blonde thrust her hips at Belinda's face.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Myron moaned.
His cock-shot the last of its Load, and the rock-bard shaft began to soften. He leaned over the dark-haired girl,' his hips pumping slowly as he enjoyed the last of his climax.
"She's getting good, Rhonda," he gasped.
Rhonda sighed as she crashed over the last hill of her come. She relaxed onto the bench.
"Maybe," she said softly, still playing with Belinda's hair. "Maybe she is getting good, but we won't know that until after next Saturday, will we?"
Belinda had been building to an orgasm that she knew was going to drive her out of her mind, but then, somehow, they faded, dropped away.
"Well," Rhonda said pleasantly. "Now you're going to be locked up for a week, how about that?"
"W-what?" Belinda gasped, dazed by the thought.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll be well looked after. We have to make sure the bruises heal before we let you out into society."
"What do you mean?" Belinda gasped. "No, no! Please, Mistress, not that! Anything, not that."
Rhonda laughed. "My dear, what would you, do with your week? You just lay around anyway, and go out and spend too much money. All we'll do is stop you from spending money for a week. If you're a good girl, you'll have a lot of luxury. If you're a bad girl, I'll have you hung up in here and left for a day. Got that?"
"Y-yes, Mistress."
They untied her and took her to a bedroom. The bed was luxurious, and the carpet deep and soft. But the door was locked and far too strong to break open. There was no window.
Belinda had no idea where she was or what was going on. The two men guarded her, brought her food and magazines that she asked for, but they never touched her.
Rhonda examined her bruises each day. She insisted on Belinda having treatment for them, hot baths and creams which she spread over the captive girl's ass and tits. Belinda could watch all the television she wanted and do anything in the room, but she couldn't go out.
Slowly Belinda went crazy and almost wished the men would rape her or do something.
A week later, Rhonda walked in with a big grin on her face.
"Let's have a look at you."
Belinda got up and slid her robe off.
Rhonda made her turn around so that she could examine her ass and tits.
"Not bad, you heal well," she said. "Okay, how about this? We're going to a party, everybody is longing to meet you."
She, smiled nastily and Belinda trembled again. All week she had been wanting something to happen and now it had. And she was terrified. Her torture and humiliation had faded to a memory of dreadful pain and degradation. She had made herself forget the way she had climaxed under the whip.
Rhonda made her dress. Everything was red-the tight boots that came halfway up her thighs, the leather waist-cincher that clamped her body in a tight embrace, the leather panties she had to put on. She had to clip the suspenders that ran from the waist-cincher to her boots to pull them tight. The top of the cincher curved under her tits, thrusting her huge tits up in a wanton display.
Finally Rhonda put a thick red leather collar around Belinda's neck and attached a leash to it. Studs in the collar glistened in the light of the room, and Belinda gasped as she saw her reflection in the mirror.
She looked like the most desirable whore in the world. Her hair framed her dark-eyed face and pouting mouth, and the swell of her tits over the top of the cincher was an invitation to male lust. She turned under Rhonda's approving gaze and saw her ass, pushed out between the cincher and the boots, the swell of her ass-flesh a smooth curve of desire.
Belinda gasped, but terror still overwhelmed her as she was made to put a long red coat on. It covered her from neck to ankles. Then Rhonda blindfolded Belinda and took hold of the leash.
Trembling from head to toe, Belinda was led out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Belinda shivered with fear and anticipation the whole journey and it was made worse by the fact that she couldn't see a thing. She was led into the elevator and back down to the garage. There, she was put in a car.
It was a short journey. Belinda's mouth went dry as the car crunched over some gravel and swung to a halt. She was made to get out, and Rhonda took her leash again. She was led up some steps and into a house. The noise of a party came to her ears, even through the blindfold that partly covered them. She was also sure she heard somebody whimpering.
"Now, my love, welcome," Rhonda whispered.
She took Belinda's coat off and then undid the blindfold. She waited as Belinda blinked and saw where she was.
She shook from head to toe. There was a large room, full of people, and a sado-masochistic orgy was already in progress. The whimpering she had heard came from a young girl who was bent over a bar while a man fucked her and held her by her hair, twisting her head back for his friend to fuck her mouth.
There were several other women, bound in various ways and being led around by their masters or mistresses. And there was one man, held tightly in black leather, spikes around his neck, his cock bound and sticking up like a flagpole. It was obviously horribly painful for he moaned the whole time.
"Ah, Rhonda!" the girl yelled who was leading the man around. "You got here, and is this your present to us, wonderful."
She came over, dragging the man, and he struggled because his ankles were chained and he could only take short steps.
"Well," the girl said, looking Belinda over. "This is a nice one."
The girl was blonde, dressed in a black leather bodice, boots with spurs and a cap over her eyes. She tossed her hair back and ran her hands over Belinda's tits.
Belinda gasped and moaned.
"This one," the girl said, pointing to the man, "he's been so naughty, I caught him jerking off this morning, didn't I?"
The man didn't answer so the girl lashed his ass with the cane she carried.
"Didn't I!" she repeated.
The man moaned and looked beseechingly at Belinda.
"Yes, Mistress," he gasped.
"You see?" the girl said. "All the training wasted, so we have to start from scratch." She leaned down and took his cock in her hands. She teased it, running her fingers over it and caressing his nuts. The man went goggle-eyed as he watched, rigid with fear. Belinda didn't understand why, until the girl suddenly tightened her grip on his balls. He screamed in agony, his legs trembling and buckling.
"You see?" the girl said. "What the fuck do I do with him?" She let his balls go and he moaned. She looked at Belinda. "Could I borrow her for a bit?"
"Sure," Rhonda replied. "She's not very well trained yet, you'll probably need some help. What do you want to do?"
"I bet that if we make her fuck him he'll shoot," the girl said. "He's bad like that. If he does, well then he'll have to take the consequences."
Rhonda smiled. "She'll need whipping, but she always does."
Belinda gasped. "You shit! I won't do it! You let me go! My father'll see to you! He will!"
She struggled against the leash, but Rhonda snapped it tighter and Belinda almost fell into her. Suddenly she noticed that almost the entire room had gone quiet, all of them looking at her.
"Well," Rhonda said, "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but I did warn you that she wasn't properly trained."
Rhonda slipped her coat off and stood revealed in a strangely feminine pink slip and panties over her white stockings and high shoes.
"Could we use that bar?" she asked.
The two men had just shot their loads, and the girl lay over it, whimpering, as cum ran out of her cunt. She was pale-faced, with brownish hair and a small, tightly held figure. Her slip was already torn and there were red lines over her tits.
"Sure," one of the men replied, grabbing the girl by her hair again. She gave a low scream as she was pulled off the bar and thrown to the floor. She lay there, curled up, rubbing her small thrusting tits.
Rhonda pushed Belinda forward to the bar, and Belinda realized that the whole of the room was watching. It made her shudder more than before, and her temper, which always got her into trouble, got the best of her now.
"Let me go!" she screamed, lashing out at Rhonda.
Rhonda reacted at once, swinging her hand back and slapping Belinda across the face, hard.
"Fuck that bar!" Rhonda snapped. "Put her up on that one!"
Belinda gasped as she saw the bar, swinging at least seven feet above the floor.
"No!" she moaned. "No, no!"
Several of the men came forward and took her by the arms, lifting her up off her feet and hustling her over to the bar.
Belinda screamed as the men took a leather binding and put it on her left wrist. They tossed it over the bar and hauled her up by it until her feet flapped at the ground. Then they tied her other wrist up and she hung from the bar, her arms hurting like mad, her whole body stretched out.
She moaned as she tried to touch the carpet, but then they hauled the bar up a little more and Belinda hung on her arms alone.
"Well," Rhonda sighed, striding around Belinda, a leather whip in her hand. "This is the spoiled little cunt we told you about. Nearly bankrupted her father, so we had to take her in hand. Won't listen to him either, so you can see, we had no choice."
Rhonda turned and lashed out the whip, cutting a line of agony over Belinda's tits.
"Aaaghhhh!" Belinda screamed. "You cunt, you cunt!"
"I'd like three men to teach her to obey," Rhonda said. "She's gotta learn."
At least five men came forward at once. Rhonda took her time. The atmosphere in the room was electric as she walked around. She turned to Belinda.
"Do you have a preference?" she asked.
Belinda started to sob. She was remembering the pain of disobeying Rhonda, "N-no, Mistress. Please, I forgot, I'll be good from now on, really I will."
"Oh, you will" Rhonda said. She slid her hands into the first man's pants, moving her hand over his cock. "We got a date later, honey. Now what about you?"
She tested all the men, slowly teasing their cocks until one of them nearly shot his load.
"Okay," she said, making her choice.
There were three tall, good-looking men and they feasted their eyes on Belinda as they waited. Rhonda took the three whips that were handed to her and gave them out. The men swung them, testing the weight of the leather strands and the knotted tips.
Belinda almost passed out. All the people in the room were crowding around to get a better look at her pain and humiliation.
"Now," Rhonda said, walking over to Belinda and pulling the top of the tight cincher away from her tits. "There's a catch, my dear. These three men are going to whip you to show you that you just don't do those kinds of things. Got that?"
"Please, please!" Belinda whimpered.
"But they will each have one of our obedient little slaves sucking their cocks as they do it. Got that?"
"Ohhhh, please!" Belinda gasped.
"But the good little slaves know that only the last one to suck the men off gets away with it. The first two to make the men come get punished. Got that?"
Belinda sobbed in the most hopeless horror. "I will say it once more. Have you got that?"
Belinda shuddered, knowing that it would be worse for her if she didn't speak. "Y-yes, Mistress."
"Good," Rhonda said. "Is everybody ready?"
Belinda moaned and whimpered as they got into position. One of the men stood in front of her, and the other two to each side. Then one of them grabbed her panties and worked them down her legs and pulled them off.
Belinda shook with fear as her pussy and ass were totally exposed. The cincher felt tighter than before. Another man grabbed the leash to her collar and flipped it over the bar to get it out of the way. It also tightened the collar around her neck, and Belinda gasped as it became, more difficult to breathe.
Three girls were led forward. Two of them already had whip marks on their asses and all three had the collars on that marked them as slaves to the party. They knelt submissively at the men's feet and took the three big hard cocks out. They held them, trying not to stimulate the men too much.
Belinda looked at the girls. They all had tight, wonderful figures and they had been made up to look even more alluring. They all had scanty under things on, partly torn in most cases, and one of them had cum running between her tits which the man whom she would be sucking noticed.
"Hey," he said, "get that off you!"
"Yes, sir," the girl whispered, shuffling over to one of the other girls. Her stockings tore as she moved, but she didn't seem to notice. The other girl didn't say a word, just bent her head and licked the cum off, cleaning the girl's tits as the whole room watched and gave low sounds of approval.
"Is that all right, sir?" the girl asked.
The man inspected her tits.
"Yes," he said grudgingly. He let the girl hold his cock again.
"Are we ready?" Rhonda asked.
The men nodded.
"Okay. Have a good time. Remember, girls, you must have your mouths on their cocks the whole time, you know what happens if you don't."
"Yes, Mistress," one of the girls replied. She had lovely dark eyes framed by her black hair and she leaned in, taking the man's cock into her soft mouth. The other girls did the same and the quiet sounds of their sucking could be heard in the room.
"One last thing," Rhonda said.
She pushed two other slave girls forward and they crouched at Belinda's feet, pulling her legs apart, holding her feet up as far as they could. Belinda groaned as she hung there. Her thighs in the tight boots were spread so far apart her pussy muscles hurt, and her arms were strained even worse.
The three whips curled through the air.
Belinda started screaming before they even touched her. When they did, her screams intensified.
One of the men lashed her ass, the next her tits and the third whipped his leather-knotted tip right between her legs and over her clit. Deep, agonizing pain burst out of Belinda's body and bit into her mind as she hung there. The men lashed the whips one at a time, so that just as one pain peaked another one started. Every second more terrible, body-shattering pain erupted all over her.
Rhonda shouted above Belinda's terrible screams. "Do it to her! She's a shit! I want her to learn now, save a lot of time later."
The men lashed the hanging girl in a deadly rhythm. Her body jerked forward and back as the leather cut into her body. Her ass and tits were a mass of red throbbing flesh already, and her clit exploded with deadly agony each time the whip cut into it. She strained her legs, but the slave girls at her feet held her boots tight and wouldn't let her bring her legs together.
The three girls sucking the men were trying to stop them from coming for obvious reasons. Two of them were better at it. They were holding the men at fever pitch, but keeping their cocks just sliding in and out of their lips as they gently caressed the men's thighs, but not their balls. The other girl had allowed the man whipping Belinda's tits to grab her head and force it deep onto his cock. He was ramming his prick in and out of her throat as he gasped and whipped Belinda with rising fury.
His arm fell, and the whip cut across Belinda's heaving tit-mounds as she spasmed on the ropes.
Belinda was going out of her mind. Pain burst all over her, there was no part of her body that didn't ache with agony. But the whip that landed on her clit was beating the beginnings of that disgusting lust she had known before.
Each time the whip lashed into her flesh and the people standing around jumped and gasped, it created a dark desire in her. She was being whipped before all these perverts and she was going to come unless the men shot their loads soon.
At least one of them was. The man whipping her tits couldn't hold back any more.
"Ohhh shit!" he yelled. "Ohhh, shit, this cunt's done it, she's done it!"
He leaned back as his arm blurred the whip into Belinda's tits, lashing around her nipples as cum shot out of his cock and poured into the young girl's throat. She moaned, knowing what it meant, but nothing could stop the rush of hot white goo. Cum filled her mouth and dribbled out of her lips as she sucked the spurting cock and caressed the man's balls.
"You whore!" Rhonda hissed in the young girl's ear. "You'll pay for this, see if you don't!"
The young girl sobbed, her brunette hair tossing in the fury of the man's hand as he held her to his cock and poured the last of his cum into her mouth.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" the man sighed as his cock stopped pouring goo. "That cunt deserves what she gets, she deliberately sucked me off."
"Oh no, really, Sir, I didn't!" the girl wept.
"You slut," he gasped. "I'm gonna whip you till I'm hard again and fuck the shit outa your ass!"
The girl almost collapsed on the carpet, holding her head in her hands. "Y-yes, Sir."
Meanwhile Rhonda took the whip from the man. She looked at the spasming Belinda, hanging from her arms, her body tossing in the grip of passion.
"The reason I have some hope for this cunt," Rhonda said as Belinda's screams echoed off the walls, "is that she's going to come for us. That shows she has some potential. We shall have to see how much."
"Aaaghhhhh!" Belinda screamed as Rhonda whipped her tits, taking up where the man had left off.
The deep, terrible agony and lust were surging all over her, climbing up to take over her mind and body. She was going to come in front of all these people.
The three whips lashed into her again. The leather cincher creaked over her body as she heaved on the bar, and the leash rattled as Belinda's head twisted and turned, jerking the tight collar as she gasped with the release of her raging climax. Her screams reached fever pitch, and the watchers were moved by deep lust.
"Ohhh, stilt, she's coming!" the man lashing Belinda's ass yelled.
His arm trembled as he lashed the bound girl, watching her ass jerk forward under the impact and then thrust back for the next stroke in wanton desire.
"Suck me!" he yelled to the girl kneeling at his feet, his cock working over her soft lips.
She took his throbbing monster a little deeper into her mouth.
"Take it right down or you'll be over that bar!" he yelled.
The girl gave in with a moan of resignation. She sank her mouth over his fuck rod, taking it almost to his balls as she sucked and licked at the hard shaft of his cock.
The man working Belinda's clit was also going out of his mind. He grabbed the girl at his feet by her pale blonde hair and rammed his cock deep into her throat, jerking his hips as he lashed Belinda's throbbing, crimson pussy.
"Aaaggghhhh! Oh God!" Belinda screamed as another raging climax crashed over her and drove her out of her mind. A deep seething hatred erupted with it. "You perverts! I'll get you all, you-aaaghhhhh! Ohhhh fuck! You shits, you stinking, shit-eating perverts-aaaghhhhhh!"
She lost control, raging, as her screams bounced off the walls and her body twisted and heaved to the pulse of her come.
"Well, I hope you all remember the young lady's opinion of us when you come to have a good time with her!" Rhonda yelled as she lashed Belinda's tits. "She comes, screaming louder than anybody and hates the people who make her come. I say that's ingratitude, don't you?"
She lashed Belinda's nipples until the bound girl was screaming and heaving with climax twice as hard as before.
"Yeahhhhh!" several people roared.
Some of the men were running their hands over their cocks as they watched and all of them were as hard as rock. Belinda gave another series of deep guttural screams and tossed in the most depraved climax.
"Ohhhhh shit!" the man lashing Belinda's ass roared. "You lose, honey!"
His cock spouted hot cum into the slave girl's mouth, and she moaned as he pulled back and shot gobs of it over her lips and face.
The man whipping Belinda's pussy bellowed with lust, then heaved his cock at the blonde's face as he came, pouring ropes of fuck-juice into her wide-open mouth. She sobbed as he shot, letting the white sticky cum run out of her mouth and down to fall on her tits where she rubbed it in and licked at her fingers while she still held his cock and sucked every last drop of cum out of it.
"Fuuuuckkkk! This is gonna be some night!" the man whipping Belinda's ass groaned as he dropped the whip and rubbed his softening cock over the girl's face. She held his cockshaft and let him do as he wanted, the cum smearing over her soft cheeks and lips. Slowly she licked off what she could and swallowed it.
Rhonda dropped her whip. Belinda heaved in her bonds, the raging fire of climax still burning in her, but with nothing to fuel it now the whipping had stopped. She sobbed in terrible despair.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Belinda hung on the ropes, sweat pouring down her body as she heaved in terrible desperation. The climaxes that wracked her were getting more and more painful as she tried to come, but she couldn't crest and fall into that pit of satisfaction.
She moaned as the tight waist-cincher pushed her tits higher, showing the luscious curves, with their crimson streaks of pain, to the audience.
All around her, people were laughing and jeering at her agony. The leather collar felt as if it was choking her as she stared at them, hating them with all her passion.
The two slaves at her feet let go of her legs. One of the slave girls, who had sucked the men off while they whipped Belinda, was already getting her punishment. She was tied down over the bar while the man who had whipped Belinda's tits lashed her ass. Her screams rang out as red lines formed over her flesh, and the man's cock got harder with each bite of his leather whip.
The ash blonde mistress with her male slave pushed forward, with Rhonda by her side, pulling the moaning man with her.
"Okay," she said, "I reckon we tie them together and have a good time with them both. Sound good?"
She grinned at Rhonda.
"And if he shoots up her cunt?" Rhonda asked.
"Then he's in real trouble," said the blonde mistress. She walked up to Belinda as she twisted on the bar, her arms straining with the weight of her body. Slowly she ran her hands over Belinda's tits, smiling all the time. "Wouldn't you love to get fucked, little girl?"
Belinda moaned. She looked at the male slave's cock. It was still bound and stood out, thick, reddish and swollen. He so desperately wanted to hold it and take the binding off, but his hands fluttered feebly. He was in mortal fear of what would happen if he did.
The blonde's hands went lower over Belinda's trembling body.
"I asked you if you wanted to get fucked," she whispered. Her fingers crept over the leather cincher and went between Belinda's legs, playing with her pussy lips.
"Please, don't be like them, please!" Belinda wept. "I didn't do anything, really I-"
"Hold her legs open again!" the blonde snapped.
She stepped back, and snapped her fingers. Her male slave moaned, then he went to his knees at once, holding his mistress's legs and licking her thighs, moving steadily closer to her wet pussy.
"No, please!" Belinda shrieked as she saw the slave girls approaching. "Yes, I'd love to be fucked, really I would, I'd love to be fucked!"
She squirmed and twisted, but the two girl slaves were back, pulling her boots apart.
"No, please! I'll do anything you say, anything!" she moaned.
Belinda's legs were spread brutally apart once more. She hung from her wrists again, her arms painfully stretched.
"You were right, Rhonda," the blonde said, "she does need some work."
The blonde slid a thin cane over the trembling flesh of Belinda's thighs.
"But we have a lot of time to correct these silly little things," she said.
She settled down over her slave's mouth, and he groaned, sucking at her wet pussy, his tongue flicking out over her clit. His head was bent back at a terrible angle, but he didn't complain.
Belinda saw the disgusting things going on all around her. The man who had whipped the slave girl over the bar bad stopped now that his cock was hard. He rammed his prick up the suffering girl's ass as she moaned in pain and tried to brace herself to cushion some of the pain she got each time he slammed her into the bar. But her hands and feet kept slipping on the floor.
Over on a bench another girl slave was on her back, her head over the edge. She groaned as she sucked a man's huge cock, and he leaned in, ripping the remains of her slip away as he held her head to his cock by the leash on her collar. Then he took his thick leather belt and lashed the girl's tits. She screamed around his cock, but she was held too tight to twist away. Then another man grabbed her shapely legs and sank his thick fucker into her helpless pussy. She moaned under the double fuck, her dark hair falling almost to the floor.
The blonde drew the thin cane back and lashed it between Belinda's opened legs.
Fresh agony surged out of Belinda's clit. But, to her shame, a sensation of passion burst out with it. As the cane swept in again, Belinda climaxed, screaming as her body twisted in orgasm.
"Do it!" Rhonda snapped to one of the slave girls holding Belinda's legs.
Belinda didn't know what she meant, until the girl's hand slipped over her pussy, caressing her red, whipped flesh. Each time the cane slashed in, the girl pulled her hand away, letting the full force of the blow crash across Belinda's clit. Then she slid her, hand back, working Belinda's hot cunt, driving her to higher climaxes with the contrast of the soft fingers and the agony of the cane.
Belinda stared at the horrible blonde as Rhonda leaned back against the wall and watched her lover's daughter suffer.
The blonde whipping Belinda was coming as she rammed her hot pussy over her slave's face.
"Now!" she screamed. "Let's try it again! Beg to be fucked, whore!"
Belinda tossed, her legs spasming as the-cane bit into her pussy. "Yes, Mistress! I'd love to be fucked! I'd love to be!"
Belinda heaved up, realizing that she really did want to be fucked. That was the worst of it. She wanted a man's hard cock up-her cunt and even more degrading things she couldn't even admit to.
"That's better," the blonde said as the first spasms of her own climax shook her. "Now, when I've come enough, we'll let you have him."
She grabbed her slave by the hair and slid her cunt hard over his suffering face. He moaned and bubbled, his body shaking as he tried to satisfy his mistress.
"Aaagghhhh!" Belinda screamed as the cane cut into her pussy again. Shuddering climaxes burst over her, made worse by the fact that a lot of the people at the party were gathered around watching. All of them were grinning and some of them were joking and laughing at her.
"Oh yeahhh, you hate it, don't you, bitch?" one of the men chuckled. He slid his hand over his thick hard cock. "You hate this too? Hate to have this up your pussy, eh?"
Belinda's hatred of them all surged up once more.
"You shit!" she screamed. "How would you like it, up here, how would you like it!"
She screamed again in terrible pain as the blonde went into her final spasms of come, her arm flashing upward, lashing the cane between Belinda's legs.
"I don't like it!" the man yelled, his body shaking with laughter. "But you seem to!"
The audience roared at Belinda as she screamed and came in helpless surges of lust. The sea of jeering faces did something strange to the suffering girl. It was almost a turn-on to see the men with their hard cocks watching her.
To see several of the women shamelessly working their pussies as she shuddered and twisted on the bar. Belinda heaved up in a deep spasm of climax as the blonde whipping her gave a sharp yell and twisted on her slave's face.
"Ohhh, yesssss!" the blonde moaned. "That was almost all right, shitface!"
She flung her slave to the carpet. He lay there, his cock still sticking out painfully as he moaned.
"Okay," the blonde said, "you can let go of her legs."
The two little slaves holding Belinda's ankles let them go, and Belinda moaned as her legs came together again. Belinda looked at them for help, but they had their eyes lowered. They were both dark, small girls, wearing nothing but stockings and heels, and the marks of whips across their asses. At a word from the blonde, they scuttled off and sank to their knees before the first two people who demanded their services.
One woman, dressed in a short black dress and high boots, sank back into her chair as she held one girl's head and made her slide the dress up over her thighs until the girl could get her mouth on her hot pussy.
"Come here, shit-face!" the blonde snapped.
Her slave struggled to his feet and came to her, dragging the short cane between his ankles.
"Now," the blonde said, sliding her fingers over his aching cock, "we'll see if you can obey orders again."
He moaned, and his hips thrust desperately as her fingers played with his throbbing bound cock.
"But you'll probably come as you always do and we'll have to start all over again, won't we?" She squeezed his balls as she rubbed his cockshaft.
"I'll try, Mistress, I'll try," he gasped, his whole body shaking.
"Yes," she sneered, "that's all you ever do, try. One of these days you'll get it right. I hope."
She pushed him at Belinda as she hung and moaned on the bar. He shuffled up, his cock standing out like a thick gnarled pole. It was beet red and so swollen that Belinda was sure it would burst. He stood, his eyes down, hardly taking in the luscious curves of her body at all.
"Put your legs around his waist," the blonde ordered. She came up, smoothed her bodice down over her swelling curves and caressed her own tits as she watched Belinda struggle to get her legs up enough. "Higher!"
The thin cane lashed into Belinda's ass.
Belinda screamed and her legs twisted up and clasped around the man's waist. She held on for dear life as the blonde walked up to them.
"If you two weren't such a pair of shits, you wouldn't have to go through this," she said, sneering at them. "Now tell us all how you want to fuck each other and have your asses really whipped as you do it."
Belinda's head swam. It was all going to happen again. The brutality never stopped. Her arms ached as she moaned and watched the cane in the blonde's hand.
"Yes," she whimpered, "I'd love to be fucked, I would."
"And?" the blonde said threateningly, sliding the cane across Belinda's trembling red ass.
"And have my ass whipped at the same time!" Belinda sobbed, her body shaking in shame.
"That's better. And you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" the man gasped. "I'll do my best, Mistress, I'll do my best!"
"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped, lashing his ass with the cane. "Your best has always been pathetic and that's what it'll be now, I know it. Now stick your cock up her pussy. I'll give you a break, I won't take the binding off until we start. Not that it'll help you much, you wimp."
"Yes, Mistress!" the man gasped. He took his painful cock and pushed it at the trembling entrance of Belinda's pussy.
Belinda felt the swollen cockhead push between her cunt-lips. Belinda shook with a strange agony. His cock was hotter and harder than any she had been forced to take before. His prick felt as if it was going to explode with the blood filling it to bursting point. The man still wouldn't look at her as his hard cockshaft slowly pushed into Belinda's cunt, filling it with red-hot meat until Belinda could feel the leather binding rubbing against her cut. It sent a pang of new lust all over her body, and she moaned as her pussy walls spasmed around his cock.
Then, at another word from the blonde, another slave girl gripped her booted legs and twisted them tightly around the man's waist. Then she lashed Belinda's ankles tightly so the poor girl was helplessly bound to the man slave, her thighs around his waist, her knees straining.
"Now," the blonde said. "Would you do the honors for my slave here, Rhonda?"
The blonde slipped around behind Belinda's ass and ran the cane across the bound girl's trembling asscheeks.
"You bet!" Rhonda exclaimed. She still had on her pink slip and panties with the stockings and high heels. She took out a thin, leather bound riding crop and the man groaned as he saw it.
"Don't tell me you don't deserve it!" the blonde snapped.
"Oh yes, Mistress, I deserve it," he moaned.
Belinda felt his cock heave up inside her, hardening and swelling even in the tight binding. She shuddered and new lust coursed out from her pussy.
"If you performed like you talk, we might get somewhere," the blonde remarked. She turned back and ran the cane over Belinda's ass.
"Now tell us how much you deserve it."
Belinda moaned and tried to pull herself up on the ropes. She wasn't ready to confess something as stupid as that. She didn't deserve any of it, and she was going to get even with all these people when she got free.
"They tell me," the blonde said as the cane stroked across Belinda's shivering ass, "that you spent your daddy's money like water and he didn't stop you, 'cause he's such a nice man. Is that true?"
Belinda bit her lip. She was going to hold out from this bitch.
"If you don't start answering my questions, I'll take him out of your cunt and lash you into submission before we start. Now, is that true about you spending your father's money?"
The cane slid slowly across her ass, and the man's cock suddenly thrust into her cunt and Belinda broke.
"Yes, I spent it! He deserved to go broke! He killed my mother!"
"Bullshit!" Rhonda yelled. She lunged and lashed Belinda's ass with the riding crop. "Tell me one thing he did to kill her, come on!"
The riding crop bit into Belinda's flesh, and she lunged up and down on the man's cock, screaming in desperate pain. The riding crop bit again and agony, worse than Belinda had ever endured, burst all over her.
"I'm gonna whip you until you tell me!" Rhonda yelled. Her face was a mask of fury. "You little shit! Your father's been better to you than you ever deserved!
The riding crop lashed harder into Belinda's ass.
"He tried to save your fuckin' mother, paid for the best doctors, the lot. I know," she screamed, "I knew him then. He wouldn't fuck me 'cause your fuckin' mother was throwing tits the whole fuckin' time!"
Her arm flashed in fury and Belinda's screams rang around the room.
"He wanted me, but be wouldn't do it, and then your fuckin' mother got it wrong, took the pills at the wrong time and nobody found her until too fuckin' late. She paid for that, cuntface, and you're just like her, you little shit. Now tell me, what did your father do?" Rhonda was breathing heavily as she lashed Belinda and terrible anger blazed from her dark eyes.
Belinda's head buzzed and burned with a mixture of pain, lust and shame. She had known all that. She just wanted to punish her father and now she was paying for it. Paying for nearly bankrupting him too.
The riding crop bit surging agony into her ass as she heaved and screamed, her pussy slamming down on the man's cock.
"Aaaghhhh!" she screamed, agony erupting all over her body. Her pussy spasmed on the man's cock as she came in heaving climaxes.
The man moaned as his hips thrust at Belinda and his cock swelled painfully. His eyes stared past Belinda, sweat running down his face as he whimpered in fear. He had reason to. The blonde walked up to him and slid her hands over his ass as she stared at Belinda, screaming and writhing on the bar.
"It seems my friend wants to whip you so bad," she crooned. "What can you have done to deserve that?"
She laughed as Belinda lunged upward, her legs trembling around the man's waist, her mouth distorted in pain as she shrieked her agony and lust to the room. The blonde played her fingers down to the man's cock, slowly pulling at the leather thong binding his cock.
"Would you like me to take it off?" she whispered.
"Oh please, whatever you think!" he groaned.
"You'll shoot up this whore's pussy, won't you?"
"I'll try not to," the man moaned, but his cock was throbbing and swelling, while he sobbed with pain.
"You whimpy little shit!" the blonde snapped, pulling on the thong. The binding pulled away, and the man gave a helpless yell of lust as his cock was freed. He screamed as he fucked harder into Belinda, and she screamed with him, their voices echoing throughout the room.
Belinda heaved up, her ass exploding with lust as Rhonda lashed her with the riding crop. She felt the man's cock swelling and throbbing in her spasming cunt. His hips thrust up and down like a rabbit fucking out of control and Belinda knew he was going to shoot. - The blonde stepped back. She lined the cane up, then whipped her slave's ass, hearing his scream as his cock rammed deep into Belinda's pussy.
Everything blurred before Belinda's eyes. The incredible agony erupted out of her ass with each lash of the riding crop. The cock in her pussy grew and throbbed as her cuntal walls grabbed at it, sucking the hot shaft in blasting lust. The man sobbed and heaved as his cock swelled and the cum burst out of his balls, erupting out of his throbbing, helpless cock.
Belinda almost passed out as the first jet of white-hot jizz splattered over her cuntal walls. The pent-up lust in the slave's cock ensured that the spunk surged out in hotter, harder streams.
It smashed into her pussy walls as they spasmed and sucked more hot ropes of cum from his helplessly heaving cock.
"I told you, shit-face!" the blonde roared as she lashed his ass. "You're shooting your load, aren't you, you wimp!"
"Gggghhhhhaaa!" he screamed.
Cum dripped out of Belinda's cunt and ran down into her stockings. His cock spewed more of the thick white goo as he almost collapsed under the pressure of his orgasm.
"I'm sorry, Mistress!" he yelped. "I'm sorry!"
His hips thrust at Belinda until he gave a long moan of pain and fell, his cock oozing cum as the rock-hard shaft slowly went down.
He hung from Belinda's bound legs and his additional weight doubled her pain. One moment she had been spasming in rising orgasm, the next there was another lash of the riding crop on her ass and nothing to keep her climaxes going.
She screamed in pure pain as her ass jiggled with the force of the riding crop. She stared at the man as he struggled for release. The riding crop landed again, and Belinda was hanging there, staring at the people who were humiliating her.
Rhonda stopped whipping her.
Belinda could see the people jeering at her, feel the pain in her ass still churning away, feel the cum dripping down her legs, and she was revolted. In a moment of weakness, she had allowed herself to think she deserved this treatment.
She stared at them, trying to remember all their faces. She was going to get revenge on them all.
Rhonda stepped up behind her and slid the riding crop across her tits.
"You still haven't told me what your father did wrong," she whispered.
Belinda shuddered.
CHAPTER NINE
"Take her down," Rhonda said, running the riding crop across Belinda's sore nipples.
Rhonda stepped back, her pink slip sliding up over her thighs as she moved. She posed and waited. She looked so innocent, her slip and stockings so feminine that the thin leather bound crop seemed out of place.
Belinda moaned as two of the men took her down. She had no energy left to stop them as they ran their hands over her tits and ass, squeezing her nipples. She fell to the floor and moaned, rubbing her arms where they ached from the terrible torture of hanging on the bar for so long. She tried to pull the cincher up to cover her tits, but it wouldn't go, and it certainly didn't cover her ass or pussy.
"Stand up!" Rhonda snapped, slapping the crop in her hand.
Belinda thought about refusing, but she had learned something from her punishment. She struggled up, her legs weak in the high boots with their spiked heels.
"Walk," Rhonda said, pointing the crop to indicate that Belinda should walk right around the assembled people waiting there.
Belinda gasped and gave a low moan, but she did as she was told. She passed the blonde, who was holding her slave by his chin. His cock was limp, with cum still hanging from the tip, and he trembled and waited for the next command.
"Right around," Rhonda said.
Slowly Belinda walked around the group of people. Many of the men had their personal slaves on leashes. The cowed girls crouched at their masters' feet as Belinda walked by, her tits and ass exposed to them all.
"Kneel with her!" one of the men snapped. He was tall and fair-haired with a square, hard face and piercing blue eyes.
Belinda trembled as she looked at him and the girl at his feet. She had dark hair falling to her shoulders and her lovely face was streaked with tears. Her bodice was open to her waist and her short skirt had been ripped in several places.
"Down!" Rhonda ordered, standing over Belinda as she hesitated. "Disobey and you'll be up on the bar!"
Belinda shuddered and gave in. Yet revenge still burned brightly in her as she knelt beside the dark-haired slave. Her boots creaked as she kneeled and the tops of the thin leather bit into her thighs.
"Take my cock out and suck it," the man said. He folded his arms and waited.
Everybody in the room was watching as Belinda's hands crept up to the gap of his robe and slid it aside. His long, thick cock jumped out, fully nine inches of hard prick waiting for her. Her fingers trembled with anger as she slowly took the rock-hard shaft in her hand. She looked up, trying to project her contempt up to him, but his steely expression shook her, turning her insides to jelly. She moaned and slowly leaned in, her lips running over the hard head of his cock.
"Deeper," he gasped.
Belinda worked his cockshaft into her mouth. She trembled as she tasted the drops of pre-cum juice oozing from his piss-slit and she licked at the shaft, trying to get a reaction from him. But he just stood there, his cock rampant and stiff, letting her suck at him.
Belinda began to get angry again. She knew how to suck a cock now, and she knew how men wanted to have their cockshafts licked and the tip of their fuckers running into her throat. She had felt their cocks swell and throb, heard their moans as their balls boiled over and came. She was .going to get that from him. Inch by inch, she sank his cock between her lips, taking it to the back of her mouth and letting it slide deep into her hot throat.
But she couldn't get it to go in very far. She gagged and had to pull back. She stared up at him, and he grinned at her mockingly.
"Show her, Mandy."
"Yes, Sir," the dark-haired girl whispered. Mandy slid over, took his cock in her mouth and sank it into her throat until she licked her tongue out over his balls as he stood there. Belinda stared at Mandy's throat muscles as they bulged, but the little slave seemed to put no effort at all into it.
"Bring yourself off," the man ordered. "Show them all."
Slowly Mandy pulled her mouth back the length of his cock and looked up at her master.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, "if you want me to, Sir."
Slowly Mandy sank his cock into her throat again until his prick was once more rammed right in to the hilt. Then, slowly, she spread her legs and raised up until she was bent at the waist with her feet wide apart. Never for an instant did her mouth leave her master's cock.
Then, showing everybody in the room what she was doing, she slid the remains of her skirt up over her ass, revealing red stripes from a hard whipping. Her panties had long ago vanished, and there was cum on the insides of her thighs, making the tops of her white stockings damp. She slid her fingers over her pussy, spreading the lips of her cunt as she sucked her master's cock. Slowly, she finger-fucked herself, working one hand into her cunt while the other caressed her clit.
Belinda stared at the performance. It was really quite incredible. She felt a hand running into her hair. She looked up to find Rhonda standing over her, a nasty grin on her face.
"Watch carefully," Rhonda said. "You'll have to do this soon."
"I-I can't get it all in!" Belinda moaned as Rhonda tightened her grip and forced Belinda's head back so that the helpless girl was staring right up at her.
"You did get them all in," Rhonda said mockingly, sliding the riding crop over Belinda's exposed nipples, "you sucked them down with the best of them, so what do you think is the difference?"
She laughed cruelly and rubbed the plaited leather crop over Belinda's trembling tits.
"I-I don't know," Belinda wept.
"The difference is," Rhonda said slowly, "is that then you were getting whipped. Think about it, whore, and watch this slave do it right."
She shoved Belinda's head forward, and Belinda watched Mandy as she sank her master's cock deep in her throat and moaned with lust as her fingers blurred over her pussy.
"Now don't bring me off," her master ordered. "We have some training to do tonight, this is just a demonstration."
The dark-haired girl's legs trembled as her fingers rammed into her pussy and her throat spasmed around her master's thick fuck rod. Gasping and moaning, she tried to hold her head still as her fingers brought her pussy to a boiling climax.
"Aaahhhhh!" she moaned as her throat opened even farther.
His thick cock rammed in and out as she worked her mouth over her owner's throbbing fucker. But she knew what she was doing and how to obey the command. Somehow, as her hips worked to a frenzy and her legs shook with the force of her come, she managed to stop herself from sucking her master off.
Belinda realized that she had to know every tremble of her master's cock, to keep him rockhard but never shooting.
Mandy's pussy spasmed and swelled as she came, but she kept her mouth moving slowly up and down his cockshaft, just teasing her master. Then she gave one last groan of lust and sank to the floor, her fingers working slower on her cunt as she came down.
"That's very good," her master said. "Lots of treats for you tonight."
"Ohhhhh, thank you, Sir, thank you!" the girl moaned. "Could I have my pussy sucked later, please, Sir?"
She looked up at him beseechingly.
"Certainly, my dear." He turned to Belinda.
"Now, you do it."
Belinda shuddered. She felt Rhonda stiffen behind her and push her forward. She shuffled toward the man's cock, her boots rasping on the carpet. She could have sworn his cock had grown by another six inches. It shook with lust as she took it in her fingers.
Mandy whimpered as she lay on the floor. She spread her legs and rubbed her still-trembling pussy.
"Would you like to watch me, as she sucks you, Sir?" she asked.
"Very good," her master replied. "I'm very pleased with you tonight." He grinned as he folded his arms and stared down at Belinda. "Get on with it."
Belinda shook as she let his hard fucker slide between her lips again. She knew she wasn't going to be able to get it all in her mouth. She slid his cock in as hard as she could, feeling it ram into the back of her throat and stick there.
"Deeper," the man commanded.
Belinda moaned and tried. She knew the whip would be on her ass very soon if she couldn't do it. Desperately she tried to make her throat open, to ram the thick hunk of cock into her mouth to the hilt, but it wouldn't go. Fully four inches of hard fuck rod were still outside her lips.
"Not very good," the man sighed. "Why is that?"
"She's taken them before," Rhonda said. "I think I'll have to persuade her to do better, do you mind?"
The man chuckled. "She has to be trained. Do what you have to."
"Get up like his slave," Rhonda ordered Belinda.
Belinda managed to do almost as well as Mandy. She arched her back and pushed herself up, spreading her legs until her ass stuck out and her mouth was rammed down on the man's cock. She was bent tightly at the waist and the cincher bit into her flesh. Below her, she could see her leash jangling slightly as it flicked around on the carpet. She trembled as she waited for what she knew was coming.
"I think you'll observe," Rhonda stated as she ran the crop over Belinda's ass, "that there is an immediate improvement in her ability the moment she gets whipped. It's something you all might remember when training your slaves."
The crop came off her ass, and Belinda moaned as her ass trembled and her legs shook.
She heard the faint swishing sound of the crop, and the familiar agony burst out of her ass. Her muffled scream sank lower as her mouth opened and another inch of the man's cock thrust into her spasming throat.
"You see?" Rhonda said. "Now you watch further."
Between her spread legs, Belinda could see Mandy lying on the floor. Mandy's skirt was up to her waist, and she had a thick rubber vibrator that someone must have given her. Her white thighs spread wider as she slowly slid the buzzing rubber cock in and out of her wet pussy. She grinned at Belinda, enjoying her pain.
The crop lashed Belinda's ass and her throat spasmed. The terrible mixture of pain and lust she had experienced before was riding over her again, taking her in its grasp until moans of 'helpless passion reached the ears of the horny, watching guests. The crop bit another thin red line onto her flesh, and Belinda shrieked, the raging fires of climax breaking out all over her.
Her mouth worked at the man's cock. Her throat opened in passion as she took his thick cockshaft deeper and deeper with each lash of the crop. She gripped the man's thighs as she came, twisting in agonized lust to the beat of the thin, hard riding crop.
"Uuuurrgggghhh!" she screamed, her shriek bursting out around the thick fucker in her throat. She lost all sense of time or anything else, the whole world was just surging agony, lust and the cock in her throat.
"You see how it works!" Rhonda yelled.
Her arm flashed up and down, the crop beating crimson lines across Belinda's tight asscheeks until the whipped girl was screaming constantly, her mouth rammed down on the man's cock, her lips in his cock hair. Her ass and hips moved up and down to the beat of the crop, thrusting up for it as it lashed down, trembling with the power of each blow.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, I'm coming!" the man roared.
Belinda felt his cock thrust and swell in her throat. Her passions went out of control as she came in roaring climaxes that peaked to each blow of the crop. Her mouth sucked at his hot prick, her tongue flicking over his balls as she urged him to shoot.
The cum gushed from his fucker, right into her throat. He gripped her hair, forcing her head down, making sure that she didn't pull away.
The cum backed up out of her throat and over her tongue, flooding into her cheeks. To her total disgust, she loved the taste, that slightly salty, thick gooey taste of a man's cum.
Gurgling and moaning as she came with him, she swallowed and sucked as jizz poured out. Her throat spasmed around his cockhead, sucking the last drop of precious spunk out of him.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!" he moaned, his cock thrusting up at her face as he came. "That's not bad, not bad at all, little girl. You did well."
The crop stopped lashing her ass, and Belinda dropped to her knees, moaning, as she licked at his cum-oozing piss-slit. Behind her, she could hear Mandy coming, gasping and moaning in lust as the vibrator reamed out her pussy. Belinda stayed where she was, licking and sucking gently until there was no more cum to be had and the man gave a final murmur of satisfaction.
"One day," he said, "you might even be as good as Mandy."
"Oh, please, Sir!" Mandy moaned. "You know what I'd love to have, Sir, please?"
The man grinned. "If I let you have that, everybody'll get real hard again and you'll have to make sure they're all satisfied, won't you?"
Mandy writhed.
"Ohhhh, yes, Sir, yes! I will!" she said, still running the vibrator into her hot pussy.
"Very well, tell this little cunt what to do." Belinda's orgasms were still coursing through her body as she struggled back up and looked at the once-docile little slave. Mandy was now panting with lust as she held out the vibrator to Belinda.
"Lie on your back," she breathed.
Belinda looked at Rhonda, and the blonde grinned at her and nodded, telling Belinda that she had to obey. Belinda looked at the crowd. All of them were watching her. Some of the men had their slaves down, sucking their cocks, or bent over bars while they slowly fucked them, but all of them were watching Belinda and Mandy. As she had learned to do, Belinda gave in.
She took the vibrator and lay on her back, her tits thrusting out of the cincher, her sore ass rubbing against the soft carpet. The vibrator was still trembling as the battery churned away inside it. The feel of the imitation cock sent sharp pangs of excitement ringing through her.
She gasped as Mandy stood over her face, her legs spread next to Belinda's shoulders. Mandy grinned wickedly and slowly pulled what was left of her skirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then she slipped her bodice off and stood naked apart from her shoes and stockings, held up by a frilly suspender belt.
She crouched over Belinda, spreading her legs until her pussy was only a foot from Belinda's face. She leaned down while everyone seemed to hold their breath.
"Put that up my ass," she murmured softly.
Belinda didn't understand what she wanted for a moment. She looked at the vibrator, still slick with Mandy's pussy juices, then realized that the little slave wanted it rammed up her shitter. Belinda moaned with a terrible sense of shame. She moved the thick tip of the vibrator to the entrance of Mandy's asshole.
The rumbling tip of the vibrator rubbed against the puckered entrance to Mandy's shitter.
Mandy moaned and worked her ass down onto it, taking almost an inch inside her brown hole.
"Ohhhh yessss!" she murmured. "Hold it there, bitch! Hold it right there!"
Mandy had obviously done this many times before. Her ass stretched to take the throbbing fucker, and Belinda had to hold it tightly as Mandy's pussy came ever closer to her mouth while her ass swallowed the vibrator, inch by inch. In a few more moments Mandy's asscheeks were around Belinda's hands and the vibrator was in her ass to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, that's so nice! Soooo nice!" she purred. Her ass rolled as she fucked herself on the dildo and her wet pussy came ever closer to Belinda's reluctant mouth. "Suck me, baby. I want your mouth on my pussy."
Mandy spread her legs wider and her pussy came down, slowly, relentlessly on Belinda's mouth.
Belinda writhed. Mandy's thighs slid over her face, dragging at her short dark hair as the little slave demanded her reward.
"Come on, suck me," Mandy sighed, "or I'll have my master to whip you."
As if to reinforce what she said, Mandy leaned back and grabbed Belinda's legs, pulling them up and over until she could lean down on Belinda's ankles, her pussy still inches from Belinda's mouth.
"Suck me," she whispered, pushing Belinda's legs wide apart.
Belinda moaned in rising terror. Her hands held the vibrator in Mandy's ass and they were trapped by Mandy's heaving asscheeks. Her body was now bent, her ass sticking up helplessly as if they wanted to whip her. She had to suck Mandy or take the consequences.
"Oh please," Belinda whispered, "haven't we both suffered enough?"
Mandy tossed her black hair as she rammed her pussy down, her ass churning as she tried to get more of the vibrator in her shitter.
Belinda gasped and tried to throw Mandy off, but she was pinned too tightly. She looked up and there was Mandy's master, standing over her, his cock inches from Mandy's willing mouth; But that wasn't what made Belinda shudder in terror. He held a long leather whip curled casually in his hand.
"You stupid slut," he grinned. "I'm gonna whip your pussy until you've satisfied Mandy and she's sucked me off. And you know how well she can control that. So I'd do all she says, if you want to get off lightly."
Belinda closed her eyes and burst into tears.
CHAPTER TEN
Belinda's eyes clouded with tears as she looked up Mandy's heaving body, past her trim thrusting tits to her mouth where she played with her master's cock, just sucking the head as she waited.
"Suck me," Mandy demanded, ramming her ass down over Belinda's face and forcing the vibrator farther into her hot shitter.
Belinda shuddered. Fear and excitement fought inside her. She heard the crowd murmuring. One of the little slaves screamed as she came, her pussy sucking wildly at a man's cock.
Slowly, fighting her anger and shame, Belinda let her mouth close over Mandy's cunt, licking at the hard bud of the girl's clit.
"Oohhhhh!" Mandy moaned. "Yeahhhh! That's nice, that's real nice! Now do it, come on, whore!"
Her ass rolled over Belinda's face, forcing her pussy harder onto the helpless girl's face.
Belinda trembled and her cunt was wet with dripping juice. Above her, she saw Mandy's master, the whip slowly rolling in the air as he watched. Belinda cursed Mandy, watching as Mandy slowly sucked his cock deeper into her throat, gazing up at him with adoration all the time. Belinda fought the knowledge, but she knew now--if she pleased a man as Mandy did, she would get all the privileges. She allowed Mandy to force her wet pussy harder over her mouth, sucking at the spasming flesh the whole time.
Then Mandy's master lifted the whip, swung it through the air and lashed it down.
The knotted tip bit precisely into Belinda's clit, beating a deep welt into the flesh.
Instantly the agony erupted, but so did the lust. Belinda lurched upward, her legs strained to open farther, and she screamed as an orgasm of incredible intensity burst over her. Her mouth sucked Mandy's pussy deeper, and she gasped, ramming the vibrator up into Mandy's heaving asshole.
The whip lashed in again, and Belinda went out of her mind.
"Aaaghhh!" she screamed, her voice muffled in Mandy's cunt.
She sucked the hot flesh between her teeth and bit across it, playing with Mandy's clit as she trembled with the passion the whip had unleashed in her.
Mandy sucked her master's cock as she leaned in, her ass heaving over Belinda's face. Her pussy spasmed on Belinda's mouth as she came, her legs trembling and spreading wider on the carpet so she could ram her cunt harder down Belinda's face. Gurgling with lust, she eased her mouth back up her master's cock until she was just playing with the tip.
"Oh please, Sir!" she whispered. "Oh, don't stop whipping her! She sucks so good when you do that!"
Her master gazed down at her fondly. "Don't worry, babe. She gets it as long as you say."
His arm flashed up and he lashed Belinda's clit again as Mandy slid his cock back into her mouth.
Belinda's hips bucked up as her clit exploded with a passion that drove her into paroxysms of lust. She sucked Mandy's pussy deeper and harder, sliding her teeth over the girl's cunt flesh until Mandy was screaming with climax, her pussy and ass throbbing as she slid them over Belinda's face.
Belinda held the vibrator, forcing it higher into Mandy's ass until her fingers began to slide in to the dark brown hole as it grasped the throbbing dildo. That made Belinda delirious with a mixture of shame and a deep depraved excitement. She began finger-fucking a girl's ass. As the whip lashed her pussy, she forced her fingers higher, feeling the walls of Mandy's shitter tremble at her touch.
Mandy screamed as she sucked her master's cock. She forced Belinda's feet lower so that Belinda's ass would rise higher for the whip. Her tits trembled and bounced as she came, floods of pussy juice flowing out over Belinda's face until they were smeared all over the girl's cheeks and mouth.
Belinda was going out of her mind. Each lash of the whip drove her higher into the realms of a depravity that she had sworn never to be a part of. She couldn't help it, she was a slave, she loved being whipped, it made her come, come in wracking heaves that never stopped. Her shrieks of passion burst out around Mandy's pussy flesh as she writhed on the floor, her back arching, her shoulders rubbing over the rough carpet.
Mandy's master lashed the whip across Belinda's inner thighs, bringing higher screams of pain and lust from the girl. Skillfully he moved the knotted leather tip across Belinda's flesh, concentrating on her clit, but spreading it out all over Belinda's white inner thighs. Finally it was too much for him.
"Oooohhh, fuck!" he yelled. "Take my cum, Mandy! Take it."
His hips slammed into his slave's mouth as his balls tightened and released their load of jizz.
Belinda's thighs burned with agony as the whip lashed them. Her mouth opened, sucked Mandy's clit right in and bit into it, feeling Mandy spasm as her climaxes crested.
Belinda's own orgasms were still building as she saw cum drip out of Mandy's mouth as she gurgled and sucked at her master's spouting prick. Mandy's mouth worked over the cockflesh as she came, swallowing mouthfuls of jism, her ass and pussy going wild with the final crests of climax.
"Jeez!" her master roared. "You shouldn't be this good, whore! You shouldn't be this good!"
His cock poured out the last of his spunk, gobs of it dropping from Mandy's lips onto her thrusting tits. He lashed Belinda into a rising frenzy as he whipped her to the last surges of his come.
Mandy's ass opened like a flower and almost all of Belinda's hand slid in and out of the slave's ass until Mandy shuddered and fell forward, her master's cock still in her willing mouth. The vibrator purred away as Belinda rammed her hand up the slave's shitter, feeling the tip of the vibrator slide deep into her guts.
"Aaauuugggrrr!" Mandy screamed, her body spasming.
Her master stepped back and she fell to the floor, her ass sliding off Belinda's hand until she lay prostrate, moaning with satisfaction.
Her master stood over Belinda, grinning, as Belinda slowly lowered her legs to the carpet.
"Had enough, whore?"
Belinda glared at him. She hadn't had enough. In fact, her orgasms were still struggling to break free. She needed more.
She dropped the vibrator and slowly turned and got to her knees, looking around the room at the orgy.
One of the slave girls moaned as a man jerked his cock off over her tits and another girl lapped up the jizz.
Over on the bar, the male slave who had bee forced to fuck Belinda was tied up, his arms straining. His mistress lashed his ass as a slave girl kneeled before him sucking his cock. His prick was getting hard very fast, and the girl was moaning in time to his yells of pain as she sucked his rapidly rising prick. When it was as hard as his mistress thought it should be, she stopped whipping him and came around, skillfully slipping the restraint back on his cock, tightening the cord until he screamed in pain.
"Let's see if you learn to behave this time!" the blonde snapped, gripping his helpless balls. "I'm too kind to you, I should really have these chopped off."
The man hung there, sniveling and moaning in pain.
"Keep sucking him until somebody wants to get fucked!" the blonde snapped to the slave kneeling at her feet.
"Yes, Mistress," the girl whispered. She put her mouth back to his aching, bound cock as his mistress whipped his ass again. He arched and screamed in pain, his cock helplessly hard, unable to come.
Belinda wasn't given much chance to watch anything. As her head still spun with her desperate desire to climax again, Rhonda grabbed her.
"Come here!" Rhonda pulled Belinda up by her leash and looked at her. "Fuck it. Look at you, goo all over the place, come with me."
She led Belinda into a bathroom, next to the orgy room. There she made Belinda take off the cincher, collar and boots and pushed her under a shower. She made Belinda wash herself thoroughly and then made her dry her hair until her hair was fluffed out and Rhonda could brush it into Belinda's usual flattering style.
"Hmmmm," Rhonda said, walking around Belinda slowly.
Belinda shivered slightly. The room was cold after the shower.
"No," Rhonda surmised, "that's not right for you."
She tossed the cincher across the floor and went into a closet. She made Belinda put on a tiny slip and panties, both of them black, and high sling-back pumps.
"Yes," Rhonda purred. "I think that will be better. Tell me true honey. Do I need to put the collar back on you or not?"
Belinda gasped as she looked at the tall willowy blonde who had degraded her so harshly. Her tits rose and fell with a strange desire.
"I'll be good, Mistress."
"Good," Rhonda said. "If you fail, God help you. Now just this, and we can start."
Belinda gasped as Rhonda took out a blind fold and wrapped it carefully around her eyes. She trembled with excitement as Rhonda led her across the orgy room. Belinda could hear the sounds of fucking going on, and the screams of the male slave as his mistress urged a woman to mount him and take her pleasure for as long as she wanted.
A door closed behind Belinda. She was led down a corridor and through another door. It was very quiet as the door closed behind her.
She stood quietly, trembling from head to toe with anticipation.
Rhonda led her forward. "Does she meet your approval?"
Rhonda led Belinda forward until Belinda came up against the end of a large, luxurious bed.
"Climb up," Rhonda instructed.
Belinda climbed onto the soft covers and immediately felt a man's legs.
"Go up until you get to his cock."
Her bead buzzing with excitement, Belinda slid her hands up the man's legs until she came to his crotch. Then she felt his cock, and she moaned with unrestrained lust. It was enormous, a pole of hard flesh, bigger than any cock she had felt before.
"Suck it," Rhonda whispered, "and get your ass up, it's going to be whipped. If you show you're a good girl, I'll go easy on you."
Belinda moaned as she worked her mouth over the rock-hard head of the thick cock. The man remained impassive, lying on the bed, but she could feel the heat and excitement in his rigid prick as her soft lips ran over it.
Trembling with lust, Belinda lifted her ass, spreading her knees. Then, with a shameless moan, she softly slid her slip up a few inches to reveal her ass fully.
She felt the soft touch of the riding crop on her red-lined asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, then slid her mouth down the cock, feeling it fill her mouth. Her ass shook.
Suddenly Belinda's ass burned with pain.
She screamed, her mouth ramming down on the massive fuck rod as ecstasy burst all over her. She couldn't disguise it any longer, this was what she wanted. She wanted the pain, the degradation of sucking a man's cock when she had no idea who the man was.
The riding crop lashed her again. She soared into realms of lust that she had never known before. Her head buzzed as she worked the cock into her throat, feeling the thick meat force her throat wide open. With a deep guttural scream, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and throat-fucked the cock, ramming her head down with each beat of the crop. Her gurgled screams ran out around the thick meat as Belinda trembled with orgasm.
She knew the man had to be watching her, that he could see her take a cock as thick as her arm deep in her throat and ram up and down on it as if it was fucking her cunt. Her excitement grew as climaxes burst with increasing fury over her helplessly shaking body. Each lash of the riding crop beat her mouth down on the cock, her lips wetting his curly cock hair, her wicked little tongue flicking out over the man's tight balls.
Finally the man couldn't take it any more. He gave a low groan. His cock began to thrust up into Belinda's throat as she slid her mouth down his rigid prick. Strong hands gripped Belinda's head, holding her, as she willingly took every inch of his monstrous prick in her throat.
Belinda writhed as great heaves of orgasm erupted out of her beaten ass. Her legs pushed up, straightening, until she was balanced on her toes and her hands. She braced herself on either side of the man's hips while her chin nuzzled against his warm crotch. Her ass rose up for the riding crop, the delicious agony pulsing all over her depraved body.
Suddenly the man gave a gasp. His hands tightened their grip on Belinda's head. His cock swelled and shook, His balls tightened. A huge gob of cum shot deep in Belinda's throat. His hips beat up at her face as white-hot streams of jizz shot out of his piss-slit into Belinda's throat.
But Belinda wanted to do more than swallow it. Moaning and screaming in lust, she slowly sank back down to her knees, holding his cock, letting it slip back into her mouth where the thick ropes of delicious goo could explode all over her tongue and palate.
"Ohhhh, God, I love cum!" she shrieked. She sucked his pulsing cock head, letting the floods of hot salty, sticky cum spread all over her mouth. Rhonda stopped whipping her, and she sucked at the throbbing prick until every drop of the precious cum was down her throat.
Still she didn't want to give his cock up. She held the shaft, caressing it, sucking the cockhead. To her intense pleasure, his prick didn't get soft at all, it held its hardness and then seemed to get even bigger as Belinda's skillful tongue and lips shot new arousal into him.
"Ohhhh, God!" Belinda moaned. "Ohhhh, fuck, you're a real man! Who are you, please? Who are you!"
His hands reached down and slipped the blindfold off.
Belinda gasped.
"Daddy!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, fuck me, Daddy!"
He grinned.
"Ooohhhhh!" Belinda moaned, still unable to believe it. She shook with passion, her mouth still running over his throbbing cockhead, her fingers caressing his hard shaft. "Ohhh, Daddy!"
Quickly she climbed up and forced her demanding wet cunt over his cock, ramming the long hard length right up into her steaming pussy.
"What's this?" Rhonda snapped, coming up to the bed. She flicked up her short pink slip, showing the panties underneath. "Who gave you permission to fuck my man?"
"Ohhhh!" Belinda moaned.
Her hips rocked as she fucked her father's hard cock. She gazed at him, seeing his handsome dark features for the first time.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Belinda moaned, watching her father. "I couldn't help myself, I had to fuck him."
Before Rhonda could say any more, a door opened. Belinda hardly noticed, but she lay farther forward, her pussy slowing its insistent ramming fuck on her father's cock.
An old, shaking man came in, held up by two burly male nurses.
"Aaahhh!" the old man sighed as he shuffled close to the bed. "W-wonderful, Sean, wonderful! We-e'll h-have the cerem-emony on Saturday. W-wonder-f-f-ful."
He shuffled off, led by the nurses who closed the door behind them.
"Your husband, my dear," Sean said.
"You'll marry him as he said. All he wants to do is watch you fuck and we can show him lots of that. "He's got heart trouble, so a couple more shows like that and you'll be the richest widow around. It's the least you can do for nearly bankrupting me."
"Oh yes, Daddy!" Belinda moaned. She rammed her cunt back on her father's cock. "I'll do anything you say, anything!"
She climaxed, heaving on his cock, her screams echoing around the room.
"That's my cock!" Rhonda snapped.
"You'll have to learn to share, honey," Sean said. "Now get off my cock, Belinda, I want a double suck job for a while."
"Ohhhh, yes, Daddy!" Belinda moaned, sliding her cunt over his hard prick to get every last drop of satisfaction she could.
Reluctantly she worked her pussy off his cock, then crawled down his legs again, her lips closing on his cock, slick with her own cunt juices.
"Come on," Sean said to Rhonda.
"You bastard," Rhonda murmured. "You think I want you so fuckin' much I'll share you with your fuckin' daughter, don't you?"
"Don't tell me you haven't fucked her already," Sean replied with a grin as Belinda slid her mouth back over his cock.
"You fucker," Rhonda said, but she was smiling. "I'd better get all I want, that's all.
She slid her tiny slip up, showing him her wonderful legs.
"When do you ever get anything less?" Sean answered.
Rhonda slid onto the bed with Belinda.
Slowly their mouths closed over Sean's cock.
Both girls gasped, sparks of lust spinning in them both. Belinda moaned as she closed her eyes and kissed Rhonda, their mouths playing with each other around Sean's hot hard cock.
Slowly Rhonda reached into the loose top of Belinda's slip and caressed her thrusting tits. Belinda moaned, her body shuddering with new spasms of lust.
"You bitch," Rhonda purred, "you'd better be worth it."
Belinda moaned and held Rhonda's head while they kissed, a deep kiss, their hot tongues flicking over each other.
"You fuckin' know I'm worth it," she murmured, "you just make sure you can give me enough."
The two of them kissed with rising passion, still holding Sean's cock as they moaned in each other's embrace.
"If the two of you are listening," Sean said with a grin, "I've decided on a new way of discipline the two of you. You'll each be responsible for the other. If one of you fucks up, I'll punish the other one. Got that?"
Wickedly the two women gazed into each other's eyes as they kissed.
"You mean, Daddy," Belinda gasped, "that if I did something really naughty, like rub my pussy in front of you that you'd have to punish Rhonda for it?"
She slid her hand up her thighs and into her tight black panties, running her fingers over her throbbing clit.
"Absolutely right, Belinda," Sean said, his cock growing harder in their mouths. "And if Rhonda did it, I'd have to punish you. Everytime you play with yourselves."
Rhonda gave a low moan of sheer lust. She, too, worked her ass around to face Sean, then slid her hand inside her pink panties, rubbing her aching clit.
"I see," Sean said thoughtfully. His cock throbbed and grew even harder. "I shall have to find out just how naughty the two of you are going to be, shan't I?"
With their mouths locked together around his cock, the two girls came, moaning in climax as they shamelessly rubbed their pussies.
"Mmmmmmnnn," Sean said slowly, "this is going to take a long time to sort out. I'd better start now."
