Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors- all must act without past experience to guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a positive or a negative experience.
In this story, Charmaine Walker finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her tormentors, she not only meets their sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Charmaine is forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by her own moral code.
HORROR FOR A HOUSEWIFE- a shocking story of a young woman's reactions under tremendous stress. Yet who are we to judge her actions?
--The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The phone rang. Irritated, Charmaine reached for it. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted in the middle of General Hospital.
"Charmaine Walker?" said a woman's voice.
"Yes?"
"Your husband is away on a business trip?"
"Yes," Charmaine said, "what is this, what are you..."
"If you want to see what he's really doing, meet me outside the old Roxy Cinema at eight o'clock, the one on Main Street."
"Just what do you-" the phone clicked off.
Charmaine sat silently for a few moments, the television babbling away to itself. She was more angry at being interrupted than anything else. The weeks when Charlie was away were marvelous, nothing to bother her, and now this had happened.
Then she got furious about what the woman said. Charlie, out with some cheap hooker, she knew it. It didn't surprise her. He was always after sex, night after night wanting her to give him it. Even wanting her to do disgusting things like blow jobs. It would be just like him. She could see it now. The woman would take her to some cheap motel, and there he'd be, in bed with a dyed, decaying blonde whore.
She muttered, got up off the sofa, and switched off the television.
"That fucking jerk!" she snapped to the room. Betrayed by her husband. She went into the kitchen to get herself a drink.
She was on her second gin and tonic when she began to see the other side of the problem. She'd wanted to get a divorce for long enough and now was the perfect chance. And she would be free to go hunting again. That was where she'd tripped up in the first place. She still wasn't sure where she'd gone wrong with Charlie. Somehow she'd agreed to marry him. Stupid, but here was the way out.
The more she thought about it, the better it got. Charlie had always lusted after her, so she would ram it in his face. She'd turn up in her sexiest outfit. And he'd lust for her as she threw it in his face and left. Perfect. She smiled to herself and went to get ready.
She showered, washing her luxuriant blonde hair. That was the first thing men usually fell for, as it cascaded in soft curls well below her shoulders. Then there was her beautiful, sultry face. The wide fawn-colored eyes, the straight nose, the soft, pouting lips. Charmaine used them all to get what she wanted, and she'd been very successful at it.
She dressed carefully. Charlie always liked her in black, and that seemed appropriate. So she put on black, mesh stockings and five-inch heels to match. Charlie always lusted over her legs in those. The lacy black suspender belt held the stockings. It was a pity he wouldn't see that, but he'd know it was there. Black matching bra and panty set, with her favorite low-cut slip. Her short, flared black dress was next. It was high at the neck, but didn't even reach her knees. The best part about it was the zipper that ran right down the front. That never failed to get men excited. If she tossed her hips, she could make the dress swirl to reveal a hint of her stocking tops. As a final touch, she took her elbow-length black gloves and her black purse.
She examined herself in the mirror. She looked just right for the part of betrayed wife. This was going to be wonderful.
She took a taxi and was outside the Roxy a little early. It was a busy part of town, people passing all the time as she waited. She was working herself up into even more of a fury. Charlie was going to pay!
A car slid up and a woman leaned out. "Charmaine?"
Charmaine walked around and climbed into the car.
"Hi," the woman said. "I'm Lucy, I wasn't sure you'd turn up."
Charmaine leaned back against the seat. The car took off, swinging fast through the traffic.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Charmaine asked, turning to look at Lucy.
"That's my business."
One of Charlie's rejected whores, Charmaine thought. Well, Lucy was certainly good looking enough. She had to be about Charmaine's age, mid to late twenties. A brunette, her hair was not as curly or flowing as Charmaine's, but as long. She was dressed in a dark coat, so Charmaine couldn't see too much of her.
The drive took quite a long time, out on the interstate for twenty miles or so before Lucy pulled off and headed down a small, winding country road. A few miles along that, she pulled sharply off to a winding, gravel drive.
"Out here," Lucy said, "they'll see the lights."
Charmaine had the wrong shoes for this. She crunched up the drive, her heels wobbling, the smell of cattle coming from the field to one side. That didn't improve Charmaine's temper either.
Lucy led Charmaine through some bushes, the thin fronds cutting into her face. Charmaine was now very angry. This was a charade. The cheap motel was one thing. This isolated farm was another.
"Through here," Lucy said. She creaked a door open slowly and led the way in, closing it behind them. Charmaine began to feel uneasy. Lucy produced a flashlight and led Charmaine along a bare wooden passage. There was a tight, iron spiral staircase. Charmaine climbed up as softly as she could.
At the top, Lucy opened another door and ushered Charmaine through, switching off the flashlight.
"Look," she whispered.
They were in a small room with several doors, a sofa, and a few chairs. One wall was glass, and looked down into a much larger room.
In that room was her husband, Charlie, and he wasn't alone, as Charmaine had expected. But he also wasn't in bed. He was standing, in nothing but a robe, in front of a naked girl. Actually, the girl wasn't entirely naked; she wore six-inch heels, the straps tight around her ankles. Her arms were tied to a thick beam above, her head, her feet lashed to ring bolts in the floor. She had light brunette hair, and large tits that swung on her rib cage as she moved, slowly, pulling against the ropes. Her dark pussy mound throbbed and thrust at Charlie as he stood there.
Behind her, stood another girl, with black hair, soft, pale features. But there was nothing soft about the way she was dressed. She wore black thigh-length boots, a tiny black leather mini skirt and tight leather shirt, open to show the inner curves of a pair of small, thrusting tits. She wore a black cap and held a long thin whip in her hand, slowly drawing it through her fingers.
"Are you ready?" Charlie asked.
"Ooohhh," the bound girl moaned. "Yes, master, yes I am."
"Good," Charlie said and walked up to her, letting his robe fall to the floor.
"That stinking pervert," Charmaine snapped, "let me go and-"
"Hey, wait," Lucy said. She gave Charmaine a camera. "Get the pictures, silly, then he'll be helpless."
Raging though she was, Charmaine had to admit that that was a good idea. She took the camera and snapped a picture.
The picture whirred up and formed almost at once. It showed Charlie clearly, advancing on the girl, his big thick cock sticking out, rampant, disgusting.
He reached the brunette, and thrust his cock at her soft pussy.
The girl moaned.
"Okay, Thelma," Charlie said, "go ahead." The black-haired girl swirled the whip over her head and lashed it forward, cutting the thin leather across the bound girl's ass.
"Aaaghhhhh!" the girl screamed. Her hips jerked and she rammed down on Charlie's cock.
"The fuckin' pervert," Charmaine spat. She got a picture of the next blow of the whip. The bound girl arched, screaming, her cunt ramming down on Charlie's cock.
Lucy laughed tonelessly.
Charmaine took pictures in a fury. The bound girl leaped and screamed as Charlie's cock raped her cunt, ramming up with each beat of the whip. Thelma whipped her harder and faster. The red lines on the bound girl's spread with each blow, until her whole ass was crimson and pulped. Her body began to rock faster on the ropes.
"Jesus, I'll turn that fuckin' rat in!" Charmaine snarled, before she realized that she mustn't do that. She wouldn't get any money. She took another picture.
The bound girl's legs trembled. She heaved up and down as Charlie held her arms and rammed his cock to the top of her cunt.
"Aaaagghhhhh! Ohhh master," she wailed. "Ohhhh, master, do I please you?"
"You might," Charlie snarled. He held himself still as she jerked up and down, doing all the work.
Thelma swept the whip across the bound girl's ass, swinging it with long-practiced ease. The slap of the whip rang around the room as the bound girl jerked harder onto Charlie's stiff cock.
"That... that, fuckin' jerk!" Charmaine hissed. She loaded film, took pictures, her chest heaving with rage.
The bound girl began to scream harder, her body shaking, pumping up and down, her hot cunt swallowing Charlie's cock with each heave. "Ooohhh, master! I'm going to cum, please tell me I've been good, please, tell meeeee!"
Her hips jerked faster, her entire body shivering as she screamed, throwing her head back, jerking with passion.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed, and jerked out of control, screaming as she rammed down on Charlie's cock. "Master, please, tell meeeeeee!"
But Charlie still stood there, his hard cock slamming into her cunt. The girl went on climaxing, her body heaving, her screams bursting around the room as the whip landed, beating agony into her flesh.
Finally Charlie's hips jerked. His cock rammed up, quivering as the cum burst out of his balls.
"Ohhhh, master, thank yoooouuuuu!" the girl screamed. The whip lashed her ass, another great wail of climax broke from her, and Charlie's hips jerked toward her cunt, his balls tightening as he came.
"Yesssss! Ohhhh, master, thank yoooouuuuu!"
"Jerk!" Charmaine declared as she took pictures of her husband shooting his load into the girl's cunt. His hips thrust wildly, he bellowed with lust, gripping the girl by the hair as he came. His cock pumped, gobs of his cum squeezed out of the girl's cunt and down her thighs as he spent himself.
"Three more, good ones!" he yelled. Thelma obliged, lashing the thin whip across the bound girl's ass, to the beat of Charlie's orgasm.
"Yeahhhhhh!" Charlie roared. His cock slowed, pumping less and less cum until he slowly let it slide out of the bound girl.
"Oooohhh, master, keep it up there, please!" the girl moaned, her body still heaving.
For answer, Charlie slapped his palm across her tits, swinging them until she wailed in pain, tossing on the ropes.
"I'm sorry, master," she sniveled. "Please, was I good? Please?"
"Yeah, whore," he said at last. "You did good. Take her down."
"Oh thank you, master, thank you," the girl whined.
Charmaine took the last picture. "Right, now I face that disgusting fucker."
"You sure?" Lucy asked.
"I can't wait to see his face."
"Okay." Lucy got up and opened another of the doors.
Charmaine was surprised to see that a flight of stairs led down into the room, but that would make her entrance even more dramatic. She picked up a handful of the photographs, stuffed the rest into her purse and stepped out.
She stood for a second on the top step. The brunette girl was now kneeling, rubbing her whipped ass as Charlie sank into a chair, his cock still jumping slightly, covered in cum and pussy juices. The moment he was sitting, the girl crawled over to him, shamelessly sobbing.
Charmaine took a quick glance around the room. There were other instruments laid out, whips, chains, bonds. It was sickening. She began walking down the stairs.
Charlie still didn't seem to have noticed her. As she drew closer, the girl he had fucked crawled to his legs and reached for his cock. With a moan of surrender, she licked at it, cleaning the cum off, her pouting mouth sliding down the still half-hard prick.
"Clean it good!" Charlie demanded.
"Oh yes, master," the girl gasped, her tongue flicking over his cock-head.
Charmaine reached the bottom step. "You bastard!"
"Oh, hi, dear," Charlie replied.
For the first time, Charmaine began to have a suspicion that something wasn't right. None of the people on the floor acted as they should. The girl sucking Charlie's cock just carried on, her mouth working over the hardening cock-flesh. Thelma stepped behind Charlie's chair, running the whip through her fingers, smiling faintly.
"Good work, Lucy," Charlie said, "I wasn't sure she'd come."
"Oh yes," Lucy said, softly. "No trouble."
"What is this?" Charmaine demanded, spinning on her heel, feeling a sudden menace all around her. "You bastard! I got photos, you're finished, I want a divorce and you're gonna pay, right through the fucking nose, you shit! These mean money, get that? Money?"
Charlie grinned, leaning back in his chair as the girl sucked his cock, her whipped ass beating up and down a little as she worked.
"Easy Jennie," he said, "long way to go."
"Yes, master."
"Is this your wife?" another man asked.
Charmaine spun again and gasped. Three men stood just inside the door. Two of them were massive, muscular types, who stood silently, their arms crossed. The other one was about Charlie's age, early thirties. A broader build than Charlie, fair hair, not Charlie's dark curly mass. He was dressed in just a shirt and slacks, and he strolled forward, easy-going, looking hard at Charmaine.
"What is this?" Charmaine demanded, spinning back to her husband.
"Meet Rich Somerville," Charlie said. "Rich, my wife, Charmaine."
"Sure," Rich said, smiling, "nice to meet you." He didn't extend his hand, but then, Charmaine wouldn't have taken it if he had. "Nice taste you got, Charlie. I always said, you got nice taste. I mean, this is high-class cunt, Charlie, high-class cunt."
Charlie just laughed. "Yeah, her cunt is so high-class nobody ever gets up it. Fuck. If you wanna try, I think you're crazy."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Charmaine snapped as Rich walked around her, examining her like an animal he was thinking of buying. "Get out of my face, brother!"
"I tell you, spirit, that's good," Rich said. "Come on, Charlie, why you never try, hub? I mean, you know whores, there's a real one in there."
He nodded his head at Charmaine.
"Nah," Charlie said, and ran his hand through Jennie's hair. She had his cock hard again and was sliding it deep into her mouth at each pass. "I don't think so, that's just a stuck-up bitch you see. But have a shot."
"If I do it, do I get the contract?"
"If you do it, you can have a fuckin' exclusive contract."
The two men laughed.
"Okay, this way, lady," Rich said mockingly.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," Charmaine said, advancing on Charlie, "but you're in real trouble. You'll be lucky to have a dime left when I'm finished with you. This den of vice, fuck, when the jury's finished with you-"
"I don't see no den of vice," Charlie said. "Anybody see a den of vice?"
"No." Everybody agreed.
Charmaine got frightened for the first time. Lucy sat on a sofa. She had taken her coat off to reveal a light dress that fell above her knees, revealing a spectacularly shapely pair of legs. Her luscious tits also thrust out against the lacy top of her dress, hinting at the delights underneath.
Charmaine looked at Rich, still standing, mocking her. At the silent men, protecting the only door. To escape, she would have to get up those stairs again.
She told herself she was being stupid, they wouldn't dare do anything to her. "Very well, it's on your head, Charlie. My lawyer will be in contact."
She spun on her heel and paced for the stairs. Instantly one of the massive, muscular men was there, blocking her way out.
"This way, lady," Rich said, waving at the door.
"Let me go, I'll get you for this!" Charmaine yelled.
The burly man grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. She screamed, her purse fell to the floor. Rich walked over and picked it up, taking out the photographs. He flipped through them as the man held Charmaine in an iron grasp.
"Let go of me!" Charmaine screamed.
"I'm so glad you took so many," Rich said softly. He showed Lucy the photographs. "You're gonna do all this and more, Charmaine, much more."
"Never, I'll get you, I'll..." Charmaine yelled, but the man picked her up, holding her effortlessly as he walked toward the door with her. Her arm was still pinned behind her back as he pushed her through the door.
"Have a good time," Charlie called.
Screaming and struggling, Charmaine was carried along a passage and into another room. It was slightly smaller, but equipped with all the disgusting things she'd seen in the first one. The man let her go and she lashed out at him, but he evaded the blow and stepped back.
Charmaine rubbed her wrist, facing the two men, and Rich and Lucy.
"You'll be sorry!" she snarled. "Let me out of here!"
"See that?" Rich said, nodding at the full-length mirror along one wall. "You can watch yourself in that if you want. But Charlie will be behind it sometimes, I'm sure, enjoying himself. Just remember that. Now, first things first. Take that dress off, slowly."
"Get fucked!"
CHAPTER TWO
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Charmaine faced her captors. She was frightened, but determined not to show it. She put her hands on her hips and stared at Rich.
"By the time you've finished," he said slowly, "you're gonna fuck everybody in this room, various ways, we're very imaginative around here."
Lucy laughed, and the two massive guards chuckled slightly.
"Not on your life! Now get away and let me out of here, and I might not tell the police!"
They all laughed.
"Let me put you straight on a few points," Rich said. "We can keep you here as long as we want. Charlie's not gonna say anything, is he? So you go to the police, they raid this place. And they find a deserted farmhouse. Well, I've got a million-dollar contract riding on you, honey. You're gonna learn whatever I have you do, got that?"
"I'll get you!" Charmaine hissed, and hit out at him.
He grabbed her wrist and stared at her. "Now, take that dress off, real nice and slow. Or else."
"Or else what?"
"Or else you'll be tied down and whipped until you'll do anything we say. Got that?"
Charmaine went cold. "You wouldn't dare. I'm Charlie's wife!"
Rich just chuckled and let her arm go. "Your choice!"
Charmaine screamed and rushed at him. He had her hands in an iron grip in an instant.
"Okay," he said. "I've had it."
Charmaine struggled, watching in horror as the two big men brought forward a piece of apparatus that filled her with dread. It had a padded bar across it at about waist height, and stood on broad legs with several leather straps and metal rings on the base. The two men came forward and grabbed her, lifting her effortlessly to the bar.
"I'll get you for this!" Charmaine screamed. She gasped as she was pushed face-forward over the bar. It cut across her, just above her pussy, making her scream with rage and sudden terror. One of the men held her there, gazing into her eyes as the other one grabbed her legs in their sheer black stockings.
The man pulled her legs out and then strapped the leather around her ankles. Her legs were now spread wide open and she began to scream with utter terror. All her arrogance was falling away.
"Arms too," Rich said, "horizontal, I want her to be able to see."
"What, what?" Charmaine screamed.
She struggled, but the first man held her arms while the second man slid metal rods out of the top of the apparatus. He locked them into place, then lashed Charmaine's wrists to them. Finally he cranked on something and the rods slid farther out, pulling Charmaine's arms until she was painfully stretched, her body pulled tight.
Rich walked slowly in front of her, grinning. "Fuck, you look real good, baby."
"You shit!" Charmaine yelled, struggling in vain against the leather bonds.
"Let me introduce the people who are gonna fuck your brains out. This is Kent." Rich pointed to one of the massive guards, the darker and taller of the two. And this is Will."
"Fuck off!" Charmaine snarled.
"And of course, you know Lucy." Lucy smiled and stood up, close to Charmaine.
"Hi," she said, "I'm here to teach you some things the men can't." She reached back and pulled the zipper of her light summer dress down to the small of her back. She slid it off, down her long legs, and stepped out of it. "You like what you see?"
Charmaine was disgusted. All Lucy wore under the dress were a tiny bra and panties, and her white stockings. As she looked, Lucy slipped her bra off, revealing a pair of luscious tits, melon-like, hanging on her chest, moving to the slow caress of her hands.
"Ever sucked pussy?" Lucy asked.
"Fuck off, bitch!" Charmaine snapped.
"You will," Lucy said, and laughed. She walked away, over to a table and came back with a thin cane which she handed to Rich.
"See this?" he said. He came close to Charmaine's struggling face. He ran the cane past her terrified gaze. The cane was very thin and springy, it trembled in Rich's hand. "Can you imagine what this is gonna feel like on your ass?"
"You fucking bastard!" Charmaine hissed. "You'd beat a woman?"
"A whore like you, sure," Rich said, "or would you rather I got Thelma in? She's real good at whipping cunts like you. Or maybe Lucy would like a go? Hey Lucy?"
"Yeah, sure," Lucy said with a lazy smile, and got up off the chair.
"You stop that!" Charmaine screamed as Lucy went behind her and slid her hands under the hem of her dress. It was already pulled almost halfway up her thighs, and Lucy was pulling it higher, revealing the tops of Charmaine's stockings. "Stop that, you shit!"
"What language for a lady," Lucy said. "Hey, boys, move the mirror around, I wouldn't want her to miss any of this."
Without a word, Kent and Will went to a massive mirror and rolled it in front of Charmaine.
"Stop it!" Charmaine wailed, but Lucy just grinned. She pulled some of the dress out from under Charmaine's body where it pressed into the bar, and then threw the whole thing up until it was clear of the bound wife's ass. To make matters worse, Lucy ran her hands over Charmaine's tight ass-cheeks.
"Nice," she said, "I like asses like this, don't you, Rich?"
"Yeahhh," Rich said, running his own hand over Charmaine's trembling flesh. He took the sides of Charmaine's tiny black panties and ran them together until they slid into the crack of her ass, revealing the entire creamy white flesh of her ass-cheeks. "Fuck, that's good!"
She was indeed a great sight. Her long shapely legs, made even better by the black mesh stockings and five-inch heels, were now stretched tight up to her ass, which was bent and raised, the perfect target for the cane. The lacy straps of her suspenders, and the panties, running in her ass-crack, only enhanced her charms.
"Okay," Rich said. He came around to Charmaine's face. "Good view?"
"You fuck off!"
"Just scream when you're ready to take that dress off for us. Oh yes, and anything else we tell you to take off. Okay?"
Charmaine trembled with fear as she looked in the mirror and saw Lucy holding the thin cane over her ass. Very slowly Lucy lowered the cane and touched Charmaine's ass-cheeks with it. Charmaine gasped, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Very slowly the cane went up, trembling above Charmaine's ass in Lucy's tight grip. Lucy held it for a second, then lashed it down.
It happened in slow motion for Charmaine. She saw the cane sweep down, watched in terror as it vanished behind her ass, heard the sound as it slapped into her stretched flesh and saw it bounce back up again.
But the pain erupted through her instantly. It burst through her, and her body heaved, arcing on the bar, her arms and legs straining helplessly. As she watched, the cane lashed in again.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" Charmaine screamed, her body tossing in agony. "Stop it, stop it, you shits, stop it, stop-aaaghhhhh! Oh fuck, fuck you, you shits-aaaaghhhhhh!"
Her head dropped, she burst into helpless tears, struggling against the bonds. The cane lashed her helpless ass again, and she screamed in pain and terror. She could feel the thin lines of agony spreading over her flesh as the next stroke of the cane lashed in.
"Aaaagghhhh! You fuckers, you cunts! I'll get you, I'll-aaaghhhhhhhh! I'll kill you!" Charmaine screamed as she tossed in terrible pain on the bar.
As she screamed again, the door opened and Charlie stuck his head in.
"She being difficult?" he asked. His robe was open and Charmaine could see his stiff cock. Jennie clung to him, running her hands over his chest.
"Only a bit," Rich said cheerfully.
"Charlie!" Charmaine screamed. "You get me out of here, you bastard!"
"Gotta run," Charlie said cheerfully, "this whore's too fuckin' hot." He vanished, Jennie moaning and hanging on him.
"You fuckers!" Charmaine screamed, but then leaped again as the cane beat her, landing another thin line of agony across her ass-cheeks.
"Are you ready to undress?" Rich asked softly.
Charmaine screamed and wept. The truth was that she couldn't take much more of this. The agony soared all over her, burning into her flesh, weakening her resistance.
The next few blows of the cane drove Charmaine into a frenzy of screaming agony. Her ass was on fire, pain erupting through her as her body jerked and heaved across the bar. Then Lucy lashed her again and her resistance broke.
"I'll do it!"
"Do what?" Lucy demanded, lashing her again.
"I'll take my dress off for you," Charmaine screamed and sobbed in shame. She could imagine all the filthy things they might make her do. If it took her the rest of her life, she would get Charlie back for this.
"Ask me real nice," Rich said, leaning down over her. "Say, please, Rich, let me take off my dress for you."
"P-please, Rich," Charmaine gasped, "please let me take my dress off for you!"
"Now was that so difficult?" Rich said with a grin. "Let her down, boys, she's discovered that she'd love to show us how she strips."
Charmaine moaned as they undid her bonds. She rubbed her inflamed ass shamelessly, tears rolling down her face. She also managed to get her panties out from between the cheeks of her ass.
"Over there." Rich pointed. "Up on that stage."
It was a low stage, about a foot above the rest of the floor. Trembling from head to foot, Charmaine climbed up on it, turning to face them.
Rich got himself comfortable in a chair, and Lucy sat down too, in a narrow, upright metal chair. Beside her, the two guards stood, and Charmaine could see the massive bulges of their cocks, pushing out the fronts of their pants.
Lucy reached up and unzipped the pants. She reached in, one at a time, and eased their cocks out. Then she turned back to watch Charmaine, her hands gently playing with the two cocks.
"Now," Rich said easily.
Charmaine shook with fear and fury. They were only a few feet away from her, and she was the object of their terrible lusts. She watched Lucy's hands sliding up and down two massive cock-shafts, easily nine inches each of thick hard male cock. And the men stared at her, waiting.
"Take that fucking dress off," Rich said.
In a dream, Charmaine reached up for the zipper of the dress, high on her neck. She eased it down, pulling it until it was between her luscious tits.
She eased the zipper farther, down to her waist; then on, past her pussy and on to the hem. There it clicked off and the sides of the dress fell open, revealing the silky black slip beneath.
"Go on," Rich ordered.
Charmaine was trembling as she slid the dress down her arms, feeling it fall away, revealing her lovely body. Now it was concealed only by the tiny slip, bra and panties. The stockings and gloves only added to her allure. The dress fell to the floor and Charmaine stood before her captors, trying to hide her body with her arms.
"Put your hands up!" Rich snapped. "Right up, over your head!"
"No, no, you just-"
Charmaine only got that far. She screamed as Kent and Will rushed forward and grabbed her. Will twisted her arms behind her back and then tilted her whole body back until Charmaine was arched painfully. If he let go, she would crash backwards onto the stage. To make matters worse, Kent pushed her feet out again, until her thighs were spread helplessly.
"Now, I just gotta teach you a few things," Rich said softly, coming up onto the stage.
Charmaine screamed as he showed her what he had in his hands. It was a set of thick rubber bindings that held luggage onto car roofs. There were about six of them and they were knotted.
"You gotta learn," he said.
He swung his arm. The rubber bindings swept up, then lashed right between Charmaine's open thighs. Her tiny slip was already pulled above her cunt, so there were only her panties between the knots and her flesh, and they were no protection at all. Some of the knots landed on her upper thigh flesh. Most of them whipped into her pussy, sending spasms of agony out over her body.
She screamed, struggling against Will's steel grip. He held her so that she couldn't even close her legs to protect herself. She could even feel his hard cock pressing into her back.
The knots bit into her cunt again, leaving indentations in her tight panties.
"When I tell you to put your hands up, what do you do?" he asked, whipping Charmaine again.
"I put my arms up!" Charmaine screamed. "I will, I will, I promise!" She wept as her thighs and pussy erupted with pain again.
Rich stopped the whip. Will let go of Charmaine.
"Put your hands up!"
Instantly Charmaine stuck her hands high in the air.
"Open your legs!"
Charmaine broke into tears, but opened her legs. She stood there, her hands over her head, her raised shoulders pulling the hem of her slip halfway up her ass, her lovely tits thrust out.
Lucy sat in her chair while the three men stood close to the trembling Charmaine. Will ran his hand over her ass, sliding it deeper, between her cheeks, running closer and closer to her pussy.
"Don't you love having men feel you up?" Rich asked, pulling the knots through his hand.
Charmaine whimpered in shame. She couldn't do anything but take the loathsome caress. Will's hand reached her pussy and slid over the panties, pushing them into the still- painful flesh. "Y-yes, yes, I love it."
"Say, please, Will, finger-fuck me," Rich said.
Charmaine shuddered, that was too much.
"No! No, not that, stop it, not-" She screamed in helpless fear as Kent grabbed her this time. He twisted her arms into the small of her back, then held her.
"You know," Rich said softly, "you're having trouble understanding things here."
Charmaine trembled, shook from head to toe as Will reached up to the neck of her tiny slip. Very tenderly he eased it down and away from her bra. Then he took the two cups in his massive fingers. With a single heave, he broke the clasp and the bra was ruined, hanging down, revealing Charmaine's lovely tits.
"Fuck," Rich said softly. "Nice, real nice. Get it all away, Will!"
"No, no!" Charmaine gasped in rising panic. She couldn't believe what they were going to do. She struggled against Kent, but it was useless.
He held her while Will pulled her bra away. The shoulder straps gave and he pulled them out, tossing the bits to the floor. Then Will gripped the slip and ripped, tearing it down to well below Charmaine's thrusting tits.
"Shiiit, nice," Rich said. He reached out and caressed the soft flesh. Charmaine's tits were just a little smaller than Lucy's, but even firmer, the soft undercurves holding them proudly out from her rib cage.
"Stop it, don't!" Charmaine gasped as Rich pinched her nipples.
Suddenly Rich leaned back and swept the rubber knots into her soft tit-flesh. Her tits jumped, red lines of pain erupting across their soft surface.
"Aagghhhhhhh! Please, finger-fuck me!" Charmaine wailed. "No, don't no- aaaghhhh!" She screamed in utter agony as the rubber knots bit into her tits, pounding them across her chest. "Pleaseeeee!"
Finally Rich stopped and stared deep into her eyes. "Each time you disobey, the punishment gets worse. Got that?"
"Y-yes," Charmaine whispered.
"Yes, master. Let's get that established right away."
"Yes, master," Charmaine sobbed, her tits throbbing with pain. She vowed revenge with all her fury.
"Hands up!"
She wanted to rub her tits so badly, but she wasn't allowed to. Trembling, sobbing with pain and fury, Charmaine raised her arms, pushing them up above her head. Now her humiliation was even worse.
"Please, Will, finger-fuck me!" Charmaine sobbed in utter shame.
CHAPTER THREE
Will enjoyed it as he advanced on the trembling blonde, his eyes were alight with lust. He reached up first and caressed Charmaine's whipped tit-flesh.
"Don't ya love it?" Will whispered.
"Y-yes," Charmaine sobbed, gazing at the rubber knots in Rich's hand.
"Yes, what?" said Will softly. His fingers tightened on Charmaine's nipples.
"Yes, master," Charmaine wailed as her nipples throbbed in pain.
"That's better!"
Very slowly he slid his hand down the torn front of Charmaine's slip, his fingers pressing lightly into her helpless flesh.
Charmaine stood trembling, her legs shaky in the five-inch heels. She gripped her hands together, the lacy gloves almost ripping with the force of her terror and fury.
Will ran his hand down, over her flat tummy, down between her legs. With her slip pulled up, all that stood between his hands and her pussy were her panties.
Charmaine trembled as his hand went deeper, pushing the thin black material into her cunt crack. She gasped, closed her eyes, twisting her hands together as he reached up and pulled slightly at the waistband of her panties.
"Tell me how great it would be if I took these off you," he said.
"Oh, yes, please, take them off," Charmaine whispered, her eyes closed shut in horror and disgust.
His finger went away. The knots lashed into her tits without warning. With a scream she jerked, her arms came down, her eyes popped open.
Rich lashed her tits. "Hands up!"
"What are you..."
"Hands up!" he ordered as he whipped her tits again.
With a scream Charmaine rammed her hands back up, her arms aching, her whole body trembling.
"Now," Rich said, running the knots across Charmaine's throbbing tits, "let's try that again."
He stepped back and Will slid his hand back to the top of Charmaine's panties. "Tell me how great it will be if I take these off you."
"But I did!" Charmaine wailed. "I said-"
Before she could move, Will stepped back and the terrible knots lashed her unprotected tits again. She screamed in absolute horror and pain, trying desperately to keep her hands in the air.
"Try again," Rich ordered.
Sobbing, her tits ringing with pain, Charmaine felt Will's fingers on her panty top again.
"Tell me, just how great it will be!"
What had she done wrong? Charmaine wept and shuddered and suddenly remembered. "Oh, yes, please, master, take my panties off, master!"
Will chuckled. His finger eased her panties down. Very slowly, Will slid Charmaine's panties down her legs, his fingers caressing her stockings until the panties were around her ankles. "Step out of them. Good, now open your legs."
Charmaine's head spun as she did what he said. She spread her legs until he was satisfied; then stood waiting, her arms still up above her head. Her tits heaved, she wanted to caress them so badly, but she didn't dare.
Slowly Will's fingers worked their way up her inner thighs. Charmaine couldn't close her eyes any more. She stared at Lucy who lay back, watching, caressing Kent's cock slowly as he stood over the chair. With a grin of pure lust, Lucy ran her fingers into her own panties, playing with her clit as she watched Charmaine's helplessness.
Will's fingers reached the soft puffy lips of Charmaine's pussy. Gently he played with her curly blonde pussy hair, twirling his fingers in it, grinning at her all the time.
Then his fingers ran deeper, between her cunt lips and over her clit. Charmaine gasped, revolted by the touch. As he gripped her flesh and twisted it, she moaned, feeling utterly violated.
Will's fingers reached her cunt opening. He smiled, slid one finger into her pussy, working it deeper, pushing into her tight pussy.
"You're too dry, baby! I can't get my cock up there. Get it wet, now, whore!" His fingers still worked her clit as he gazed at her, smiling mockingly.
Charmaine twisted at the horrible degradation, her whole body tightened up, she bit her lip, hoping the nightmare would end.
"Get wet, cunt!"
Charmaine stared at his massive chest, at his big thick cock sticking out. She wanted to be sick. Her body ached with pain as she struggled to keep her arms up and her legs open for the disgusting inspection she was suffering.
She shrieked as she felt the touch of the thin cane on her ass.
"Get wet, cunt!"
"Oh no, no!" Charmaine wailed. She turned her head, and there was Rich. He held the cane in one hand as he slid her slip hem just the inch or so he needed to get a full swing at her ass.
"Keep your hands up!" he demanded.
Charmaine was terrified out of her mind. She strained to do as she was told, while Will's fingers probed her cunt and Rich held her slip up, pulling the cane back.
"Get wet, whore!" Will ordered.
"N-no, no," Charmaine gabbled. The cane lashed in, cutting into her ass.
She jerked, almost fell with the pain rushing from her whipped flesh. The cane went up again, whipped in, cutting another thin line across her ass.
Charmaine wailed, her body jumping to the beat of the horrible cane.
"No, no-aaagghhhh!" Charmaine screamed as the cane whipped her ass and Will's finger slid into her pussy, running on the suddenly plentiful pussy juices.
"Hey, one more should do it!"
Will's thick finger rammed in and out of Charmaine's cunt as she twisted, watching the horrible cane going up, hovering and then lashing down at her ass. The agony rushed out and she screamed, her cunt jerking on Will's fingers.
"Heyyy, good," he cried, "that's it. Fuck, she's streaming wet."
"Well, well, well," Rich said, grinning, "maybe this'll be easier than I thought."
"You fucker!" Charmaine screamed.
"Now, what did I tell you about that?"
"Sorry, master, sorry!" Charmaine wailed as she saw the thin cane lash out suddenly. She screamed as Rich cut her expertly across her nipples, beating her tits downward with the force of the blow. It was more than she could take. She fell to the floor, tearing her cunt away from Will's fingers as she went down, rubbing her agonized tits.
"Get up!" Rich demanded.
"Bastard, bastard!" Charmaine screamed. "Whipping a lady."
"Sweetheart, I don't see no lady," he mocked. "I see a fuckin' whore who will get up, put her hands above her head and beg me to whip her tits one more time and then thank me and say how sorry she is for all the things she said. If she does that now, I might overlook words like bastard."
Charmaine sobbed and rolled on the floor.
"If that little whore isn't on her feet by the count of three, she will be tied up and whipped while she gets fucked by both Kent and Will," said Rich.
Charmaine sobbed uncontrollably, but with a massive effort, she pulled herself back to her feet and stood weeping in front of her tormentors.
"Hands up!"
Charmaine sobbed, slowly putting her hands back up over her head. Her tits thrust out, reddened and sore.
Rich took the cane and laid it across her throbbing nipples. "Now say, please, master whip my tits, I deserve it."
Charmaine felt her head spinning. In the chair Lucy knelt up and slipped her soft mouth over the head of Kent's thick cock. She smiled at Charmaine. Then, slowly, she sank her mouth over Kent's hard cock-shaft, her fingers playing with it, caressing his balls.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" Kent gasped. "I'll cum if you do that, oh fuck, what a mouth!"
His hips jerked as he slammed his cock at Lucy's mouth, faster and harder as the cum boiled in his balls.
"Please, master, wh-whip my t-tits, I deserve it." Charmaine gripped her hands and stared at the cane resting on the upper curves of her tits.
Slowly it went up, trembling as Rich held it, driving Charmaine crazy with horror and expectation.
It lashed down, cutting into Charmaine's nipples as expertly as before. The luscious titmounds bounced down as Charmaine shrieked, then bounced back up as the helpless blonde trembled from head to toe. Before Charmaine had recovered, Rich lashed her again, her tortured tit-mounds throbbing and shaking on her chest.
"Aaagghhhh!" she screamed.
"Say, thank you, master!"
"Thank you, master," Charmaine sobbed. Her tits heaved and twitched, her arms ached and she wished she were dead.
Will stepped forward again. "Open your legs!"
Charmaine wailed and did as she was told. His fingers slid into her pussy.
"Now, you've fucked around enough," Will said softly. "Tell me how much you want to bend over that table and have me fuck you."
"Oh, please, please, master, let me bend over that table while you fuck me," Charmaine sobbed.
"Good," Will said. "Oh fuck, look at that."
His finger stayed at Charmaine's cunt as he looked at Lucy and Kent in the chair. Lucy's hands were all over Kent's cock and balls as he rammed his throbbing cock-rod into her soft mouth, his hips jerking faster and faster until they blurred.
"Ooohhh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Kent yelled. "Oh, fuck, your mouth Lucy, your mouth is the best, honey!"
Charmaine almost forgot the pain in her tits as she stared at the utter depravity. Lucy held his cock and leaned back slightly, her hands sliding on his cock-shaft, her mouth wide around the throbbing, purplish cock-head. Suddenly, Kent heaved his head up and bellowed with lust. A thick stream of white cum burst out of his piss-slit and gushed into Lucy's open mouth. She gurgled with pleasure, squeezing his balls gently, sliding her mouth around his cock- head, sucking down all the hot goo.
"Ooohhh, baby!" Kent yelled. "Oh that's the best-ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!"
His cock jerked, more streams of hot cum shot out, covering Lucy's lips and gushing into her mouth. She slowly slid her lips around his cock, working them deeper, sucking all the jism down, her throat swallowing, on and on until the stream had slowed to a dribble and Kent stood moaning, his cock still in Lucy's soft mouth.
"Oh, now you'll have to be whipped while you suck him hard again," Rich said lightly.
Charmaine wept, her eyes fixed on the horrible cane.
"You've held Will up enough. Go and bend over that table, he's gotta fuck you or go bananas. You can get Kent hard again after that."
"Y-yes, master!" Charmaine sobbed. In a haze of shame and pain went forward and leaned down over the heavy table. At least it was a relief for her arms as she gripped the far edge of the table and buried her face in the wooden surface. Her sore tits even felt a bit better on the cold wood.
"Open your legs!" Will ordered.
With a sob of surrender, Charmaine spread her thighs. She looked up and there was the mirror, staring at her, showing her helpless body on the table, and Will's massive bulk behind it.
"Fuck, she looks good!" Will said.
Charmaine did look good. Her shapely legs were stretched, her crimson, whipped ass tight and thrusting up, the lacy suspender straps running over the red flesh.
Will ran his hand over her ass, and Charmaine wailed a little at the pain. He slid her slip out of the way and took his cock, working the hard cock-head over the curly mound of Charmaine's pussy. She wept again at the horrible contact, the shame of the humiliation she was being forced to endure. It was bad enough having to fuck Charlie occasionally. This was a million times worse.
Will pushed. His cock slid an inch into Charmaine's throbbing pussy.
She gasped in pain, arching on the table top, her gloved hands gripping the hard edge. Her pussy felt as if it was being split open by the massive fucker.
Will pushed again, and his cock invaded her for another inch. Charmaine gurgled in pain, her pussy throbbing at the terrible invasion.
"Fuck, she's wet." Will chuckled. "And tight. Jeeeezzzz, this is gonna be a great piece of ass, you know that?"
Charmaine sobbed as Will rammed his cock farther into her helpless cunt. It slid in again as he forced his hips at her, thrusting, heaving, his enormous fuck-rod slamming higher into her cunt each time.
Charmaine moaned. She gripped the table top and vowed revenge on them all when she escaped from this place. Whatever it took, she would get them all.
"Oooohhh, that's nice," Will said as he slammed his cock to the top of Charmaine's fuck-channel. He pulled back, then slammed in again, working his cock in and out, thrusting Charmaine's high heels off the floor at the top of each ramming fuck. "Yeahhhhhh! This is gonna be great."
Charmaine sobbed and gripped the table top, her legs trembling with each thrust of Will's massive cock. Her cunt felt as if it would break open, explode with the massive fuck-rod buried in it. Her pussy walls throbbed and pulsed to the beat of the ramming fuck as Will speeded up, his pent-up frustration sending him toward climax very fast.
Suddenly, Lucy was kneeling in front of Charmaine's face, her mouth around Kent's cock, sucking on it gently. She held it, turned and grinned at Charmaine, stroking the almost fully hard cock-meat.
"You gotta be whipped until this is hard again, hey?" she said, grinning with all her might.
"Yes, mistress," Charmaine said, her body shaking with the force of Will's fucking.
"Guess who says when his cock is hard enough?" Lucy said, sliding her mouth around the stiffening cock.
"I-I don't know. Mistress."
"I do!" Lucy said, her long brunette hair tossing, her soft tits thrusting into Kent's legs. He moaned and his cock gave another jump. "You know what that means?"
"N-no, mistress."
"It means that you'd better agree with everything I say! Think about it."
Charmaine moaned. It was clear enough. She saw Lucy's soft mouth sink down over Kent's cock, sucking it back to full hardness with deep-throating thrusts. He slid his hands in her hair, heaving his cock at her mouth.
Very slowly, Lucy worked her mouth back off the already hard cock. She grinned at Charmaine. Then she got up and led Kent away by his cock.
Charmaine buried her face in the wooden table top, her tears wetting the surface. Will thrust at her ass, his cock slamming deep into her pussy as he worked himself up into a frenzy. He gripped her already sore ass-cheeks and rammed faster, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Yeeaaahhhh!" he yelled. "Oh yeahhhh, here I come, oh fuck here I commmmeeeee!" His cock throbbed and swelled in her fuck channel, rasping over her delicate pussy walls as he slammed in and went berserk.
Suddenly his cock speeded up. It slammed in and out until it was a blur, ramming in and out of Charmaine's cunt like a piston. His thighs slapped into Charmaine's ass-cheeks, each contact feeling like another lash of the whip to the helpless wife.
Her screams rang around the room as she felt the cock swell in her cunt and jerk. Great hot gushes of cum mashed into her pussy walls as Will leaned back and bellowed with lust, his cock pulsing as it shot, slamming right to the top of her fuck-channel, gushing thick ropes of jizz.
"Yeahhhhh!" Will roared. His cock pistoned in and out, shooting more spouts of fuck-juice at the top of each stroke. His cock throbbed, poured out another thick gush of cum, high in Charmaine's quivering cunt.
Charmaine gripped the table, moaning with shame, her ass moved a little to the pounding ram of Will's cock as it shot thick gobs of white fuck-juice into her throbbing cunt. The jizz mashed into her cunt walls as the thick cock slammed in and out, the tiny piss-slit still pouring out cum.
"More, more!" Will yelled as his hips jerked at her and his cock poured out the frustration pent-up in his balls. "Oh, fuck, she's got such a tight cunt!"
He moaned as his cock shot its last gobs of goo and settled down, just dribbling cum into Charmaine's throbbing pussy.
She sobbed into the table top, wishing he would take his cock out of her now he was finished. But he just leaned forward, gasping with satisfaction, his hips still thrusting in and out a little. Charmaine felt cum dribble out of her cunt and down her inner thighs, soaking into her stocking tops. She shuddered, she hated anything like that. She would have to handle her cum-soaked stockings to get them off; it was dreadful to think of.
But she had more immediate things to worry about. Slowly Will slid his cock out of her cunt. He grinned at the rest of them. "Fuck, that was good, you oughta try it."
"I'm going to," Rich said.
Will walked around to Charmaine's face. He took his cum-covered cock and thrust it at Charmaine's horrified mouth. "Lick it clean!"
Charmaine almost threw up. It was bad enough having cum in her cunt. To have to take it in her mouth like that little whore, Lucy, was more than she could stand. She sobbed and pulled away, away from Will, getting ready to stand up.
The cane lashed her ass, burning a deep red line into her flesh.
"Down!" Rich snapped. "Did anybody tell you to get up?"
"N-n-no, master," Charmaine sobbed.
"Good. Now lick his cock clean. I'd get on with it, if I were you. You've got a whipping coming as you get Kent hard again, and Lucy's a right bitch about that sort of thing. Don't make it worse than it is."
Charmaine sobbed and looked at the horrible sticky, cum-covered cock. She didn't know if she was more terrified by the cane, or more disgusted by the thought of putting a filthy cock in her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Lick it clean!" Rich ordered.
Charmaine felt the touch of the thin rod across her ass. She moaned and looked at the horrible cock, inches from her face. It was only drooping slightly, and the whole length was slippery, slimy with goo, and her pussy juices. She felt the vomit rise in her throat as she stared at it.
"N-no, please!"
The cane whipped her ass, the sound ringing around the room.
Charmaine screamed and twisted off the table, running at Rich and grabbing for the cane.
He was amused. He grabbed her wrist, held her and dropped the cane. His hand swept out, slapping her hard across the face.
"On your knees, bitch!"
"You bastard, I'll-aaaaghhh!" Charmaine sobbed as his hand swept back, hitting her right across the face, making her head ring.
"On your knees!" Rich shouted, slapping her hard again.
Dizzy, Charmaine sank to the floor, holding her face, the fight knocked out of her. She fell forward, sobbing and wailing with pain and self-pity.
"Shit!" Rich snapped, picking up the cane again. "You don't ever learn, do you, you little cunt? On your knees, bitch!"
Charmaine stayed where she was, sobbing, trying to crawl away across the floor.
"Shit!" Rich breathed. "She's a right little bitch." He stood over the sobbing wife. "Get the main bar, we're really gonna have to work this one over."
"No!" Charmaine wailed. She turned and stared up Rich's legs to where he stood with the cane. "You can't do this! I didn't do anything to you!"
He grinned. "I keep telling you, honey, I got a lot of money riding on you, and you ain't gonna let me down by not trying. On your knees."
"Not until you promise not to hurt me!"
Rich laughed. "Shit, what is this, bargain night? You got enough coming, without pushing me any farther."
Charmaine screamed as she saw what Kent and Will were wheeling in. It was a massive piece of interlocked apparatus. With bars and rods all over the place, ratchets and straps and ropes. It made her sick to look at it.
Rich smiled. "I'll give you one last chance. Kneel up, put your hands behind your back."
Charmaine watched the two men put the machine in the middle of the room. It was so terrifying she somehow crawled to her knees and put her hands behind her back. She shuddered in the most awful agony as Rich slid the cane across her nipples again.
"Now, say, I'm sorry, master."
"I'm sorry, master!"
"And I deserve six strokes of the cane across my tits, master."
Charmaine almost fainted. She gripped her hands as she glanced at the apparatus.
"Well?" Rich asked, the cane rubbing on her nipples.
"I-I d-deserve s-six strokes of the c-cane on m-my tits, m-master!"
"Good! One move while I do it, and you're on that bar." He lifted the thin cane.
Charmaine watched it, trembling all over. Her throat constricted, her entire body shook, but her pussy rushed juices again, wetting her pussy hair, oozing cum down the insides of her thighs.
The cane whipped her nipples with the same skill as before. Her lovely tits bounced as the thin rod lashed her.
"One!"
"Ooohh God," Charmaine moaned. She closed her eyes.
"Two!"
"Aaaaghhhh! Ohhhh no, no!" Charmaine wailed as her tits exploded with agony. She clutched her hands together, wringing her lacy black gloves until they began to split.
"Three!"
The horrible cane lashed her nipples, beating crimson agony into them. Charmaine screamed, her body shuddering, her thighs trembling in pain. She couldn't take another one.
"Four!"
With a horrible scream of helpless agony, Charmaine fell, clutching her tits, rubbing the agonized flesh.
"Get her up!" Rich snapped.
Charmaine screamed. But she was grabbed and hustled over to the apparatus.
She was thrown face-down over a bar about five feet above the floor, hanging by her waist, her head swinging helplessly. Before she could scream more than once, Kent and Will had grabbed her legs, pulled them out to the sides of the apparatus and lashed them into straps. Rich slipped a wide leather belt around her back and let the end of the strap fall until it brushed the floor.
Charmaine moaned as she hung there. All her weight was on her hips as she swung slowly, not even able to pull herself up. The bar was padded slightly, but it still hurt badly. Her wide-spread legs left her pussy and ass open to them all.
"What are you doing?" she moaned.
For answer, Will took a chair and sat down, right in front of Charmaine's face. He took the belt and held it. "Lower her a little."
Rich cranked the machine a bit and Charmaine felt the bar slip down until her mouth was just below the level of Will's cock. The massive bulbous cock-head was touching her chin. It was hard again, but still covered in cum that was dry now and looked even more disgusting than before.
"Caress my cock," Will said.
"No, no!" Charmaine screamed, her head spinning.
Will ran the strap under a metal tube at the bottom of the apparatus and pulled it up. The belt tightened around Charmaine's neck and she choked, grabbing for it. It wasn't a noose, the belt was held around her neck by the buckle, but it was bad enough. Will relaxed and the belt loosened.
"Caress my cock!"
Charmaine saw his throbbing fuck-rod get harder as he leaned on the belt again. In a haze of pain she reached out and ran her gloved hands over the hard surface of his cock. She felt the stiff cock harden and throb in her hands. The cock-head bobbed inches from her nose.
"Lick it," Will said, heaving on the belt again.
Choking and terrified, Charmaine ran her lips over the hard cock. The belt relaxed.
"Good," will said, "now suck it, come on, cunt." He leaned back. Charmaine had to lift her head to get the cock into her mouth. The moment the bulbous cock-head was past her lips, Will heaved on the belt and Charmaine was forced to take a long length of the thick cock-shaft in her soft mouth. She choked, not only with the belt, but the force of the bulbous fucker ramming at the entrance of her throat. Will heaved up, keeping a grip on the belt, and his cock rammed hard, forcing into Charmaine's throat until she almost gagged. He grinned and relaxed, his cock slipping back into Charmaine's mouth. "Not bad, she might learn."
But Rich leaned in again and Will lifted Charmaine's mouth off his cock.
"Now, say; I've been so bad, master, I deserve to be whipped until I've sucked Will off," Rich demanded.
The blood was already rushing to Charmaine's head, and she almost passed out at this threat. She sobbed and stared at Rich as he leaned in, the thin cane touching her ass.
"Now listen, you stupid shit," he bellowed, you're gonna learn one way or the other. Say it now, or I'll whip you until you beg for everything I tell you to beg for." He reached out and held one of Charmaine's painfully throbbing nipples in his fingers. "Have you any idea how much I can hurt you?"
His fingers tightened on her nipples. Charmaine screamed, her body rocking. She tried to put her hands up, but Will held them, so that the agony from her tits went on and on.
"Please, master, whip me," she sobbed in shame, "until I've sucked Will off." She couldn't stand herself. She hung there, sobbing heart out.
"Good," Rich said. "Fuck, you're slow."
Will took her head and lifted it over his cock again. "Suck!" he ordered. "And keep caressing my balls. You'll know from how tight the belt is how pleased I am."
The belt tightened.
Her mouth was full of cock, the belt tight around her throat as Charmaine reached up through her tears and ran her gloved hands over Will's hard nuts in their heavy sack. He spread his thighs and Charmaine could get at his balls more easily, rubbing them gently.
"Not bad," Will said, "just like that, gentle, that's how I like my balls worked. Now get your mouth deeper, whore!"
Rich stepped up onto a platform that he'd pulled out of the back of the apparatus. He stood over Charmaine's helplessly spread ass and pussy. He leaned in and she could feel his thick hard cock press into her back. He ran his hand over her ass and into her pussy crack.
Charmaine shuddered and sucked on the cock, feeling the belt loosen, making her breathing easier. She found that the cock wasn't so bad. It filled her cheeks, the massive thick cock-head ramming at her throat. The cock was rubbery hard, and it throbbed as she swirled her tongue around it, all the time keeping her soft caress on his balls.
Then she felt the touch of the knotted rubber strips on her ass. She gurgled, heaved on the bar, shuddering with the agony of anticipation. The knots caressed her whipped flesh and then drew away. Second by second she waited. The belt tightened.
"Suck, you bitch!" Will snapped.
She tried, running her tongue around it. But her hands had stopped as she waited for the pain. The belt tightened farther, making her choke and shake.
"Suck!"
The rubber knots beat into her pussy. Her body jerked and shook, her scream bubbled around Will's cock and the awful pain rushed over her.
"Suck, bitch!" Will roared, pulling harder on the belt.
With her air almost cut off, everything swam in Charmaine's head. The knots lashed her asscheeks, then swung up, lashing her pussy again while her lashed legs strained. Somehow her mouth relaxed, the cock pushed deeper in and the belt loosened.
"Good, keep it up," Will leaned back, keeping his hand on the leather strap.
The knots beat into Charmaine's cut, then lashed her crimson ass. She shook and jerked on the bar, her straining legs throbbing. She felt the cock ram harder into her mouth, even thrusting a little into her throat. Her pain had made her forget the dry cum on it. All she knew now was the thick fuck-rod, filling her mouth, the pain gushing over her body.
She lurched as the rubber knots beat her flesh, lashing her pussy and ass by turns, driving her into paroxysms of pain. Her hands caressed Will's balls, her lacy gloves scraping over his flesh while her mouth bobbed up and down on the massive fuck-rod, sucking it, letting it rape her mouth.
But a strange thing was happening. The pain of the knots on her flesh was just as high, but there was an awful sensuality to it. Particularly when the rubber landed on her clit, the explosion had dark seeds of pleasure in it. Her body heaved to the beat of a driving sensuality, her pussy began running juices again, wetting the lips of her pussy. As the knots landed, they were beating tiny beads of juice away, driving them high in the air to sparkle in the room light.
"Fuuuuck," Will moaned, "her mouth is great!"
He leaned back farther, thrusting his cock harder into Charmaine's mouth as she spasmed across the bar, her hands going crazy on his balls and cock-shaft.
The beat of the rubber knots into her pussy and ass was driving Charmaine out of her mind. Her thighs trembled, her ass jerked, shaking the bar to an obscene beat. Her ass began jerking up as the knots beat down. Her screams of pain echoed out from around Will's cock as it thrust into her throat. Her hand trembled, gripped his balls and cock-shaft as feelings swept over Charmaine that she had never had before. Her body was going wild to the beat of the horrible rubber knots. Her throat opened, the cock slid in deeper, ramming in and out as Will began to roar with rising lust.
"Oh yeahhhh, keep going, Rich, I'm gonna shoot!" His cock thrust up, ramming high into Charmaine's throat, He took the loose end of the belt and lashed it across Charmaine's tits, keeping time with Rich's whipping.
Charmaine felt her tits burning as the belt beat them. It was nowhere as bad as the knots on her ass and pussy; in fact the feeling was almost warm and sensual, filling in between the beats of the pain, driving her into a screaming, moaning mass of helpless flesh on the bar.
"Oh yeahhh, I'm cumming!" Will yelled. "This whore's got a great throat, boys, a great throat." His cock beat harder at her mouth. "Work my balls!"
In a haze of pain and an awful, surging passion she had never known before, Charmaine dropped into a pit of dark desire. She held Will's balls, stroking his cock-shaft as it trembled and swelled, thrusting at her throat. She felt the cum surging around in his balls, beating out, down his cock-shaft.
Suddenly Will grabbed Charmaine's hair, eased his cock back until his throbbing cockhead was in her mouth, ready to shoot.
"Taste it, whore! Suck it all down and don't let any out, or you're in trouble." His hips jerked, his cock blurred past Charmaine's lips and suddenly a thick spurt of cum gushed out of his piss-slit and filled Charmaine's mouth.
The knots lashed her ass, her body jumped and she gurgled as her mouth filled with sticky, horrible cum. She knew better than to let any of it out. It tasted awful, salty, gooey, but she had other things to worry about. Her ass exploded with more pain as Rich lashed her with incredible fury while Will shot his load.
"Take it!" Will bellowed as he rammed his cock into Charmaine's throat.
She swallowed compulsively. More of it poured out of Will's cock as it thrust into her throat. The knots lashed her cut, driving her into a screaming fit on the bar, shaking the entire apparatus. Thick jizz filled her mouth, the cock throbbed and shot another thick rope of cum and she swallowed, taking it all down as she squeezed his balls and shaft, milking the rest of the cum out of his cock.
Will yelled as his cock poured out another, final gush of fuck-juice into Charmaine's mouth. He settled back, gasping with satisfaction, his cock still oozing cum deep in Charmaine's throat.
Rich stopped whipping her and Charmaine sobbed with relief, her body still rolling on the bar, her thighs straining as the bonds bit into her ankles, cutting through her expensive stockings.
"Not bad." Will thrust his cock at her one more time and pulled away, leaving Charmaine hanging over the bar, sobbing helplessly.
She reached up and rubbed her ass, letting her fingers rub her throbbing pussy as well. But that made her gasp with a surging passion she couldn't take. Guiltily she stopped, just rubbing her ass as her body rocked on the bar.
"Please," she begged, "I did what you said, please take me down."
Lucy reached past Charmaine and pulled the platform. It slid past Charmaine's hair until there was enough of it for Lucy to lie out on if she wanted.
But first she sat, her legs across it, and grinned at Charmaine. "Happy?"
"You bitch!" Charmaine wept, struggling.
In answer Lucy got up and grabbed the cane.
"No, no, I didn't mean-aaggghhhhhh!" Charmaine screamed as the cane lashed her inflamed ass.
"Now, let's try that again," Lucy said. "Happy?"
"Yes, thank you, mistress," Charmaine sobbed. She rolled on the bar, but couldn't move. The pain in her legs, ass and tits was driving her crazy.
"Good, now how about some pussy sucking?"
Charmaine almost screamed at her, but the thin cane was there and she knew better.
"Y-yes, mistress."
"Oh, yes, first tell me how much you'd love to suck my pussy," Lucy said.
"Y-yes, mistress, I'd love to suck your pussy!"
"Good!" Lucy laid the cane on the bench, just to remind Charmaine and slowly stripped her tiny white panties down her legs. Charmaine could see that they were wet and that made her want to throw up again. But she had already swallowed a man's sperm, this couldn't be that bad.
"You know?" Lucy said easily, sitting across the bench again. "I got something to show you."
Charmaine felt a new creep of menace in the air. The men were all around. Rich held the knotted rubber strips, and Kent and Will just lounged there, big grins on their faces.
"See these?" Lucy said. She held out a pair of paper clips, ones with immensely strong springs.
Charmaine gasped.
"You're gonna have these on your tits while you suck me!"
"Oh no, please, Rich whipped my tits and I..."
"What the fuck? Can't take them?" Lucy sneered. "Watch this, and I don't want any misery from you, bitch."
Charmaine gasped and sobbed as she watched. Lucy took one of the paper clips and lifted it to her tit. She smiled at Charmaine and worked her nipple out until it was crinkled and standing up. Then she put the jaws of the paper clip around it and held it there, grinning at Charmaine.
"Watch," she said, and let the clip go. The jaws slammed shut on her nipple. Lucy gasped and moaned with the most degrading lust. Without another word she picked up the second clip and raised it to her other tit. She massaged her nipple until it stood out and then held the clip over it as before. Her eyes misty with lust, she pulled the jaws as wide open as they would go and let them go. She gasped as the terrible clips bit into her nipples. She raised her hands, but instead of pulling the clips off, she played with them, pulling her tits on the force of the jaws around her nipples, rolling them, twisting them until she was moaning with passion.
It was terrible to watch, particularly because Lucy's face was so innocent, fresh and lovely. And there she was, twisting clamps on her nipples, torturing her own flesh.
"Now," Lucy said, breathing hard, her pussy throbbing as she took the paper clips off. She held them out to Charmaine. "Put them on yourself, and you'll save yourself a lot of pain. How about it?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Charmaine stared at the terrible jaws of the paper clips and screamed. Her whole body ached, her tits, her ass, and her legs from the stretching of the bonds that held her helplessly on the base.
"If you don't put them on," Lucy said, "I'll just whip your tits until you beg me, really beg me, to be allowed to put them on. How about it, honey?"
She smiled nastily and stroked her hot pussy that was running with her pussy juices.
"You bitch, bitch!" Charmaine screamed. She slapped at Lucy's hand, sending the paper clips flying across the room.
"Okay," Lucy said. "Perhaps Charlie's right, perhaps this whore is just useless."
"Never," Rich said. "Just carry on until she's under control."
"You bastard!" Charmaine shrieked, but then screamed louder at the sight of Lucy getting back across the bench with the knotted rubber straps in her hand.
Charmaine grabbed for Lucy, but the sultry brunette dodged easily, and then took the end of the belt and pulled on it. Desperately Charmaine grabbed for her throat as the belt tightened, cutting off her air. Lucy let go of the other end and the pressure eased.
"Try that again and you know what happens," she said.
She reached up and ripped Charmaine's flimsy slip to the hem; then tore at it, ripping the material away until she threw the tattered piece of clothing to the floor. She swung the knotted rubber. The knots beat into Charmaine's tits, and the helpless blonde screamed with the sudden, terrifying pain. She tried to block the swinging blow, but Lucy leaned on the belt again and Charmaine gasped for air, tearing at her throat as another terrible stroke of the knots beat her soft tit-flesh.
"Beg me to stop, whore!"
"You bitch!" Charmaine choked, straining to grab the tight belt around her neck.
She pulled it farther open, gasping, sobbing, screaming as the air flooded her lungs and the rubber straps bit into her tit-flesh. Her tits were a crimson mass of pain, swaying under the constant lashing. The slap of the whip sounded above her screams as the knotted rubber bit into her flesh, sending her spasming across the bar.
Suddenly she felt fingers playing with her pussy. She screamed and reached up to stop it, but Rich lashed the cane across her ass and she stopped. He reached back and took her pussy lips, spreading them, running his finger gently over her cit.
Charmaine screamed as sudden flashes of the most terrible depravity swept out of her cunt. Her pussy creamed with juices under Rich's skillful fingering, even as the rubber knots cut across her tits, driving more pain into her helpless body.
"You ready to put the clips on?" Lucy demanded, lashing the knots across Charmaine's tits again.
"Yes. Yes!" Charmaine shrieked in desperate humiliation.
"Aaaagghhh!" Charmaine screamed. Another stroke of the knots left her screaming in agony. "Please, please Lucy, let me put the clips on my tits, mistress!"
Lucy stopped the lashing and Rich took his hands away. "Take her down," he said. "Kent looks like he'll bust if he doesn't get his cock up something."
Charmaine moaned with relief as her legs were untied and she was almost thrown across the bench. Gasping in pain, she rubbed her tits and sat up to see Lucy holding out the clips to her.
Her fingers trembled as she held out her hands and took them. She stared at the monsters, unable to believe that she had just agreed to put them on her own nipples.
"Go ahead," Lucy said. She waited, a devilish grin on her face as she stroked the knots through her fingers.
Charmaine felt her throat tightening as she stared at the clips. She looked around the room, but all of them were waiting for her.
Charmaine knew that things would be unbearable if she refused. With her hands almost trembling out of control, she lifted the clips to her already pulped and sore nipples. She pushed hard, opened the jaws and felt like throwing up as she realized just how strong the spring was. These things would crush her nipples flat.
"Do it!" Lucy said. "I'm not waiting much longer."
Charmaine gurgled with terrible anticipation as she slid one of the clips around her nipple and held it open. As slowly as she could, she let the clip close on her crinkled, painful nipple bud.
The agony rushed out as the terrible steel closed on her flesh. She moaned, desperately holding the jaws open.
"Take your hand off!" Lucy was already breathing heavily as she watched Charmaine's humiliation. Her fingers went down to her pussy, rubbing the hot red flesh.
Charmaine moaned as she somehow managed to let go of the clip. The agony was worse than she had thought. It surged out of her crushed nipple in endless waves, beating all over her body as the dreadful steel of the jaws closed and bit into her flesh. She fell forward, holding her tits, trying not to pull the horrible thing off.
"And the other one."
Charmaine screamed and gyrated on the bench, staring at them, tears rushing out of her eyes. The clip bounced on her nipple, driving more agony out of her flesh.
Lucy raised the knots and lashed Charmaine's free tit with them. "Now!"
In a haze of pain, Charmaine lifted the clip to her other tit and held it there, thinking that two such agonies would drive her out of her mind. She worked the clip around her nipple and let it go, trying to do it as slowly as possible.
But the pain rushed out to join the other agony and Charmaine rocked on the bench, her body pulsing with agony. She held her tits, desperate to pull the clips away, but knowing what would happen if she did.
"Come here!" Lucy got up and walked to the table where she sprawled on her back, drawing her legs up high over her head. "Suck!"
Charmaine staggered over and leaned down over the table. The clips dragged over the surface as she reached for Lucy's hot pussy. She braced herself with her hands, but still her tits scraped the table top as she was forced to lean down, her mouth close to Lucy's cunt.
The curly mass of cunt hair was sticky-wet with Lucy's pussy juices. Her pussy lips were spread, open, waiting, with the inner lips and the clit bud peeping out, ready for Charmaine's mouth. The waves of agony from her tits rushed over her as she surrendered and leaned in, flicking her tongue out over the wet pussy lips.
"Come on, bitch, suck pussy!" Lucy drew her legs higher and took a handful of Charmaine's soft blonde hair. "Suck on it!"
Charmaine gave in and allowed her face to be pressed into the soft mass of red cunt. The strong pussy odor of another woman was a strange, compelling smell as she licked, her tongue out, she ran it down the hard bud of Lucy's clit. She reached up and put her hands on Lucy's thighs, feeling the lacy suspender straps and the creamy flesh above the stocking tops. Her mouth pressed into the woman's soft cunt and she gently sucked the clit into her mouth, licking over it, feeling Lucy jump and twist on the table.
"All right," Lucy yelled, "that's better, gimme more, bitch, more!"
Charmaine did as she was told, sucking at the warm wet cunt, lapping up the pussy juices as they ran down her chin.
"Spread your legs," Kent said, and slapped Charmaine's ass.
She jumped, moaning with the extra pain that surged through her body. She still had her high heels on and she opened her legs, the heels and torn stockings adding an extra edge to Kent's lust as he reached in and fondled Charmaine's pussy.
"Fuck," he said, "she's really wet."
"Sure she is, she'll be begging for it soon," Rich said.
Charmaine burst into tears. The idea that she would beg for this treatment was more than she could stand. She sobbed as she sucked Lucy's cunt, the hot trembling cunt-flesh filling her mouth.
Very slowly, Kent's thick fuck-rod worked at her pussy entrance. She moaned as her cunt lips were forced open, spreading to the demands of the rampaging cock. Kent pushed, and his cock invaded another inch, forcing its way brutally into Charmaine's fuck-channel until she gasped and moaned, trembling with horrible depraved desire.
The cock drew back, thrusting in again, ramming her pussy walls open, digging deeper into her hot cunt. The spasms of passion came back, sweeping out over her to the beat of the horrible male fuck-rod in her cunt.
Kent grunted, slapping Charmaine's ass as he rammed in a bit more.
"Fuck, it's tight, but it's sure good." He slammed his cock harder and it worked farther into the quivering fuck-hole. He stroked his cock in again, drew it back, fucked home, farther, then back again, then, with one last heave, he rammed his cock right to the top of Charmaine's heaving pussy.
Charmaine moaned, her body rising on an awful fire of lust. Even the agony still rolling from her tits had changed. It still came out in long waves of pain, but they were softer and blended with the sensations coming from her pussy, making her feel warm, making her cunt gush fuck-juices that helped Kent ram his monstrous cock into her cunt. She sobbed as she sucked at Lucy's cunt, taking more of the heaving flesh in, sucking harder, thrusting her tongue into the entrance of Lucy's tight little pussy.
Lucy gripped Charmaine's hair, ramming the blonde's face harder into her pussy. "Suck me, whore! Suck my clit between your teeth and suck me! Come on, bitch!"
Charmaine sobbed as she did what she was told. She sucked Lucy's clit between her teeth and sucked down on the heaving flesh, getting a scream of depraved lust from the brunette.
"More!" Lucy yelled, and Charmaine sucked harder, sawing the hard bud around with her tongue, sucking, licking until Lucy was heaving on the table, her pussy spasming.
"Come on, bitch!" Kent demanded, slamming his cock into Charmaine's cunt, faster and harder, lifting her off her feet with each ramming fuck. He moaned, his cock swelling and throbbing in Charmaine's fuck-channel.
Charmaine gasped and moaned as the onrush of the most terrible, depraved feelings threatened to burst over her. Her pussy was in flames of lust, burning into her body, making her roll and jump. The lust burned up, into her tits, beating at the pain rushing from her crushed nipples, turning even that into desperate, degrading desire. She sobbed, heaving her tits across the table, trying to make the pain more than she could stand, so she wouldn't feel this uncontrollable lust.
But even that made the rising, mingling pain and passion worse. Her ass was jerking, heaving back for the cock raping her pussy. Her tits scraped the table top, dragging the clips, sending more waves of lust out of her nipples.
Then Lucy heaved Charmaine up by her blonde hair and stared right at her.
"Okay, whore, not bad, now lick out my ass, bitch, lick your tongue right into my asshole."
Charmaine screamed. She rolled and sobbed. "No, not that, I'll suck your pussy, but not that, nooooo!"
"Hold her arms, Kent!" Lucy snapped.
Kent leaned in, his cock still pumping into her pussy, and grabbed her gloved arms, twisting them hard behind her back. He stretched them straight out, so that he could force Charmaine to bend any way he wanted. He pressed her hard against the table, his cock high in her cunt, stroking away as he waited for Lucy.
Lucy sat up and took hold of the paper clips torturing Charmaine's nipples. Lucy took the clips and twisted them, torturing Charmaine's nipples with the terrible jaws. "How about licking my ass?"
"Oh God, no!" Charmaine sobbed. Her body heaving to the beat of Kent's cock ravaging her cunt, her arms ached as they were pulled even harder.
Lucy pulled at the clips, heaving Charmaine's luscious tits out. Then she held the jaws, increasing the terrible pressure on Charmaine's nipples.
Charmaine tossed wildly as the clips bit even harder into her nipple flesh. The agony surged through her tits, as Lucy held and twisted harder, working the nipples until they were filled with pain.
But the worst was the surge of lust that came with it. Charmaine felt her pussy tremble, sucking at the cock slamming in and out of her. Her tits throbbed and heaved, and the terrible demands of her body sent her head spinning.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "I'll lick your ass!"
"Lick right into my ass, bitch!" Lucy gave the clips another vicious twist.
"Yesssss! I'll lick into your ass."
"Mistress."
"Mistress!" Charmaine screeched.
"Good!" Lucy leaned back, spreading her legs, lifting them until Charmaine could get her mouth over the crack of her ass.
Kent didn't let go of her arms. He twisted them harder as he forced Charmaine's mouth down, over the globes of Lucy's ass-cheeks.
"Suck it," he said.
Charmaine licked, her tongue going between Lucy's ass-cheeks, caressing the flesh, moving closer to the hot brown hole.
"Come on, bitch! Lick my out ass."
Charmaine's moan was stifled by the way Kent rammed her face between Lucy's ass- cheeks. She licked helplessly, feeling her tongue run over the puckered entrance to Lucy's asshole.
"Do it, whore!" Lucy demanded.
Charmaine licked, feeling the brown hole twitch and heave under her tongue. She moaned, tasting the strong earthy taste of Lucy's ass. She licked again, feeling the asshole throb and heave. She licked harder, and the hole opened a little, allowing her tongue to run inside.
"Yeahhh, just like that, do it!" Lucy yelled. "Get deeper, deeper!"
"Come on, bitch, suck her ass, bitch!" Kent forced Charmaine's mouth harder onto Lucy's hot ass. His cock was pumping faster into Charmaine's cunt, driving to the top with each thrust. His cock swelled and throbbed, the cum boiling in his balls, waiting to get out.
It was all too much for Charmaine. The throbbing fuck was driving her out of her mind. The pain from her nipples flowed in endless waves, making her lust even more depraved; she was close to losing her grip on herself.
"Yeahhhh, here it comes, jizz for the bitch!" Kent held Charmaine, his cock thrusting in and out of her trembling cunt. "Make sure you suck her ass good, whore!"
Lucy held her legs high over her head and rammed her ass at Charmaine's mouth. "Stick your tongue in, whore, stick it in deep! Oh fuck, I'm cumming, make me cum and I'll take the clips off, bitch, do it!"
Charmaine lost all control. The rising lust from the pain in her tits, the ramming fuck in her cunt, mixing and surging through her, finally exploded. The depraved climax that had been threatening her for so long, finally broke free.
Her gurgling moans beat out from between Lucy's ass-cheeks as she licked at the woman's brown crinkled asshole, forcing her tongue in deeper, feeling Lucy's ass clutch at her wriggling tongue. Her pussy spasmed and erupted, her ass heaved as the massive cock slammed in and streams of hot jizz burst out.
"Fuuuck, she's cumming!" Kent yelled. "Her fuckin' cunt's going berserk." His cock streamed hot thick ropes of salty goo into Charmaine's cunt as the helpless blonde screamed and went wild.
Her tongue rammed into Lucy's ass, licking deeper, feeling the walls spasm round it as her own body erupted, heaving in helpless passion. her tits throbbed to the beat of her cum, her nipples burning with the horrible mixture of lust and pain. Her body twisted, gyrating on the table top as Lucy gave a final heave and scream of lust and fell back, rubbing her pussy slit.
"Yeaahhhh, bitch," Lucy said, "that wasn't bad." She leaned forward and took hold of the clips. "Want me to take them off?"
She knew Charmaine was still cumming, heaving to the demands of Kent's cock as it shot into her pussy. She was twisted back, held up by Kent as he slammed his cock deep into her helpless cunt, pouring cum out at the peak of each ramming fuck.
Charmaine sobbed, her blonde head shaking as she heaved back on Kent's cock, her ass thrusting wantonly to get more of his spurting fuck-rod.
With a final moan of satisfaction, Kent's cock shot the last of its load into her and he let go of Charmaine's arms. He still pressed her into the table as his cock came down, pulsing and oozing cum into her pussy.
Charmaine fell forward, ignoring Lucy, her tits scraping the table as she reached the shattering peak of her climax. She gave the clips one last twist, forcing the jaws even tighter onto her nipples, and crested, screaming, falling flat on her face, sobbing in shame and relief.
"Shall I take them off now?" Lucy said.
"Yes, mistress!"
Lucy reached under Charmaine, opened the jaws and took the clips away. Charmaine sobbed and rubbed her tits as Kent pulled out of her cunt and slumped into a chair.
"I think you're right," Lucy said to Rich.
CHAPTER SIX
"Okay, leave her to me," Rich said. He strolled over and stood by Charmaine as she wept softly, still lying on the table. "You guys go have a good time with the others, I'm sure Charlie's pretty fucked out by now."
He took hold of the belt around Charmaine's neck.
There was a slight chuckle as Lucy left along with Kent and Will.
"Have a good time, you kids," Rich said with a laugh. "Well now," he said, leaning down over Charmaine. "Now you and I are going to get together, learn a few things."
"You fucker, leave me alone, let me go!" Charmaine tried to get up, but Rich pushed her back down.
"You ask before you do anything," he said, "now stay down there."
"You beast!" Charmaine tried to get up again.
Rich jerked on the belt and spun her around, tossing her across the room. She stumbled and fell, sprawling face-down on the carpet, grabbing for the belt to loosen it. As she struggled, trying to get up, Rich landed across her back and took her wrists again, lashing them together as she kicked and screamed, trying to land her foot in his back.
"You learn real slow. So I'm gonna have to get tougher." Rich grabbed the belt and pulled her back to her feet. Holding her tightly, he dragged her to the wall and unclipped a rope with a hook on it that hung there.
"No, you bastard, no!" Charmaine yelled as the rope swung free and swayed out, swinging slowly from a pulley almost in the middle of the room. She kicked at him as he dragged her out and clipped the hook over the bindings between her wrists. Still without talking, he took one of her ankles and pulled it out to a ring bolt in the floor. As she screamed and struggled, her arms behind her back, he lashed her ankle, in its high- heeled shoe, to the ring bolt and reached over for the other one.
"You fucker, I'll get you," Charmaine wailed, but with one leg tied and her arms helpless, she was in danger of losing her balance.
He dragged her other leg out and lashed that too. Charmaine struggled, her legs spread as wide as they would go, her arms lashed behind her back, and with the rope clipped through the bonds on her wrist.
Then Rich went to the wall and pulled on the other end of the rope. The rope heaved in, pulling her wrists up.
"You bastard!" Charmaine screamed, but he heaved again and her body was forced forward, bending at the waist. Her arms were being hauled relentlessly upward, and her legs were tied, so she could only fall forward, the pain in her arms increasing all the time.
Rich stopped the rope when Charmaine was bent so that her face was as low as her ass and her arms stretched up behind her, straining painfully.
"Now," he said, "don't go away."
Charmaine struggled, but there was little she could do. Her shoulder blades were almost digging into each other as she stood there, her widespread legs doing little to keep the weight off her arms.
She heard him come back but didn't see the whip until it was thrust under her nose.
"See that?" Rich said. "I'm gonna whip you with it until you see some sense."
It was a short-handled whip, with a long plaited leather trail at least six feet long.
"You bastard," Charmaine moaned, "how can you do this?"
"Because I have a lot of money riding on you," he said, "didn't I tell you?"
He put the whip down and took out a pack of cigarettes. Watching Charmaine all the time he lit one. "Smoke?"
"No. Let me down."
"Let me show you just how good I am with this whip," Rich said. "Just hold this, don't drop it, I get angry if people drop things."
He stuck the cigarette between Charmaine's lips and she dared not let it go. The smoke drifted up into her eyes.
"Don't move," Rich said. He cracked the whip once in the air and swung it again.
The cigarette leaped out of Charmaine's mouth and dashed across the floor, rolling to a stop fully twelve feet away.
"See?" Rich said. "So I'm gonna whip you just where I want to. Or where you want me to. Think about it."
"You fucker!"
"Oh come now," he said, stroking her tits with the curling tail of the whip, "who was it that just came over there with clamps on her tits, sucking another woman's ass and getting a great big cock up her cunt?"
"You liar, I didn't!"
"Okay, have it your way," Rich said.
He left and went behind her. Charmaine turned her head and saw that he was lining the whip up on her ass.
"Oh," he said, "would you like to see?" He walked over to the mirror and wheeled it in front of Charmaine. "There, I wouldn't want you to get a crick in your neck."
Charmaine watched the whip swing, toss in the air and lash toward her helpless ass. The plaited leather cut her flesh. Her ass jerked, her legs turned to jelly, and she fell forward, held up only by her arms.
The whip lashed in again, cutting deep red lines into her ass. Then again, the curling leather tail whipping her ass into a beaten, pulped mass of agonized flesh.
"Aagghhh! You bastard. I hate you, stop!" In the mirror Charmaine saw the tail of the whip coming in again. Her ass exploded again with the most terrible pain. Her stockinged legs shook as she fell forward, losing her balance, all her weight coming on her arms. She struggled to get back, get some of the pressure on her legs, screaming again as the whip cut into her ass. "You bastard! You sadistic bastard!"
"Now," Rich said as he lashed the swaying, heaving Charmaine, "it's time for some lessons. First, you're getting real slack at the master bit. Let's try it." He whipped the leather tail into Charmaine's suffering ass. "Say, you're a shit, master."
"Aagghh! You're a shit, master!"
"That's better," Rich said. "You can call me what you like as long as you say master. Okay?"
He whipped her again.
"You fucker, fucker, master!" Charmaine screamed, finding it a strange outlet for her anger and pain. "I hate you, you're a sadist, master!"
"Good, good! Now say, I'm a bitch, and I deserve this, master." His arm swung again, and Charmaine jumped as the blow cut her suffering flesh.
"Aaaggh! I'm a bitch and I deserve this, master." Charmaine screeched, her body heaving, her legs trembling at the endless pain rushing over her.
"Good, now try this," Rich said.
His arm swung again and the tail of the whip soared toward Charmaine. She screamed at the sight of it, then almost leaped out of the bonds holding her ankles, screeching in rising desperation.
The very end of the tail was all that touched her, but that lashed right over her clit. The agony was terrible, but, more than that, a deep driving passion rose with it, sending Charmaine screaming in long helpless wails. Her pussy erupted and her puffy cunt lips spread wide open as if to avoid the next blow.
It whipped her in exactly the same spot. The agony surged through her, but her pussy was running juices already and her body throbbed with the dark, seething desire that she couldn't stop.
"You, you, bastard, master!" Charmaine screamed. "Let me down you ass-licker! You shit, you sadistic master!"
The tail of the whip cut right into the tight knot of her ass-muscles. The deep throbbing agony grew worse, seething through her as the whip cut into her ass again.
"Ass-licker, huh? We'll see who's licked the most asses in a little while." Rich lashed the whip into her clit, sending Charmaine dancing and seething, her arms strained back, her clit a crimson bud of pain.
Charmaine's sobs and screams echoed through the room as the whip cut at her clit, then swung up to lash her tight asshole.
Then he whipped her ass-cheeks, the tail landing with horrible force, until Charmaine twisted, screaming at him, begging him to stop. But he just went back and whipped her clit, lashing it in a series of hard, pinpoint attacks.
Charmaine screamed as her clit erupted with the agony of the whip. But Rich knew exactly what to do with her. The whip cut her clit and then went at her ass, whipping precisely into the tight ring around her asshole. The surging passion rose to unbearable heights. Charmaine screamed, twisted, begging him to stop, but her body was already dancing to the beat of the whip, her pussy throbbing with lust.
"Please, master, oh, stop, I'll do whatever you want, master!" She jerked and heaved, drops of pussy juice splashing off her cunt as he whipped it. The wet tip of the whip cut into her asshole, getting another helpless scream of lust from her. She stared helplessly down the twitching length of the belt as it swung from her neck, the free end beating and slapping at the floor.
"Come on, bitch," Rich yelled, lashing her clit, "show me what a whore you are!"
The whip beat at her pussy, more juices flowed out of it, betraying Charmaine's arousal. She couldn't help it. Her hips were moving to the beat of the whip, lunging back as it lashed in, her thighs spreading, trembling for the next lash.
"Youuu, bastarrddd!" Charmaine screamed. Her ass heaved and the surges of climax burst over her like lava spouting from a volcano. "Aaagghhh! Master, master! Help meeee!"
Rich lashed the heaving, screaming woman, her ass jerking, her pussy throbbing with the incredible power of her release. With a few more great heaves, Charmaine thrust her ass back, taking the full power of the whip on her clit. Then, with an unearthly scream of satisfaction, she crested, went rigid and fell, her body twisting helplessly on the rope.
Rich stopped the whip and went to the wall, letting go of the rope. Charmaine fell to the floor, sobbing, her body still undulating with the power of her climax.
Rich came up and stood over her. "Still didn't cum, huh?"
"Fuck off!" Charmaine moaned. "Fuck off, master," she added hurriedly.
"Are you ready to behave and do as I say, or do you want to go back up and take another one?"
Charmaine rubbed her ass with her bound hands, feeling the hot, pulped flesh. "I'll behave, master. Oh, I promise!"
"Good," he said, and bent down, untying her wrists. The rope swung loose. "Get yourself free!"
Charmaine struggled with the bonds on her ankles. They were tight, had torn one of her stockings, but at least she could get them free. She tugged at the belt, getting it off and throwing it aside.
He stood, waiting. Charmaine rubbed her whipped ass and clit, but discovered that the very touch sparked the feelings that had led her to that degrading orgasm. Torn between the desire to soothe her beaten flesh and the fear of showing any more arousal, she held herself tightly and moaned, rolling onto her back on the hard floor.
"Okay, on your knees!"
He didn't even have to be holding the whip. Charmaine knew there was no way out, she had to obey him. Dimly she thought about revenge, but there was so much pain, humiliation and confusion in her mind, she couldn't think about anything for more than a few seconds. She rolled onto all fours and knelt up, waiting for his instructions.
"Crawl over to the wall and get that robe hanging there," he said, sitting down in the comfortable arm chair.
Charmaine swung around and crawled over, the carpet tearing another hole in her stockings. She took down the robe and crawled back, dragging it in her hand until she was at his feet- crouched, waiting.
"Take my boots off," he said.
Charmaine was still sobbing as she reached up and pulled at his boots. They slid off his feet, and she put them aside as he told her to.
"Socks," he said.
It was a terrible humiliation for the once-proud Charmaine as she pulled Rich's socks off his feet. But there was also a disgusting excitement in it that she couldn't explain to herself; her slavery was turning her on.
Rich stood up. "Take my shirt off!"
Charmaine crawled up to him. She was so close to him, she could feel the animal magnetism surging off him, invading her, making her weak with submission and desire. She fought it, but it got stronger all the time. Her fingers trembled on his buttons, but she went down until she had his shirt open to the waist.
"Belt."
Charmaine almost choked as she reached for the buckle. She could see the huge bulge in his pants and knew she was going to be raped by that enormous cock. She was breathing fast, her pulse fluttering as she unclipped the buckle and spread the belt.
"Unzip me," he ordered.
Charmaine could hardly hold the zip as she eased it down, feeling the rock-hard pressure of his cock against her hands. She trembled all over, spreading the sides of his pants and waiting.
"Take them off," he said.
Charmaine reached for his pants and eased them down his thighs. With only his briefs left, she could see the outline of his cock even better and it made her weak with fear and lust.
Charmaine had an almost uncontrollable desire to kiss, lick, caress her way down his hard body, beg to do anything for him. She couldn't understand what he did to her, she fought it, biting her lip, suppressing her helpless moans.
"Get me the robe," he said.
Charmaine reached down, picked it up and put it on him, making sure it slid up his arms properly and was comfortable. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as it bulged against the front of his briefs.
And then came the moment she wanted and dreaded so much.
"Take 'em off," he said.
Without being told, Charmaine slumped to her knees. She couldn't stand, she was too weak with horror and desire. She reached for the top of the briefs, pulled on them. They slid, caught on the throbbing top of his cock. Moaning and sobbing, Charmaine pulled them clear, exposing his monstrous cock-head.
It was a thick, bulbous, purple monster and she felt as if she'd been skewered by it the moment she saw it. She pulled the briefs farther, exposing the thick cock-shaft that was throbbing with pent-up lust. The briefs pulled down, over his thighs and she could see his massive round balls, churning in their heavy sac.
He stepped out of the briefs and sat in the chair.
"Suck me off," he said, "and do it right, or you'll be back on the rope, getting taught the right way. Got that?"
"Yes, master."
She crawled in and knelt there, her mouth inches from the huge throbbing cock. Just the girth of it made her gasp with fear and horrible desire.
Her mouth watered as she reached out and held the massive cock-shaft. He waited, spreading his knees as she moved in closer. She slowly rubbed the shaft, feeling it throb in her hands. She had never dreamed of putting a man's cock in her mouth, would have thrown up at the idea, but now she could hardly keep her lips from worshipping it. She hated herself, but she couldn't help it.
Very slowly she leaned in and licked the flesh of the cock-head. It jumped a little and a drop of pre-cum juice appeared at the very tip, wobbling at the entrance to the tiny slit.
"Shit," Rich said, "lick it off, gently. I'm so fucking hot, bitch, you gotta cool me down."
Charmaine felt the heat of his desire. She leaned in, her soft mouth caressing his throbbing cock-head as she licked off the drop of precum juice. It tasted salty as she shamefully ran it around her mouth, sobbing at the desire and fear running through her. She leaned in again, letting her soft lips close over the cock-head, letting it slide into her mouth, filling her cheeks until the throbbing tip reached the entrance to her throat. She held it there, licking over the flesh, sliding it gently back and forth, just at the back of her mouth. Her hands caressed the shaft, working slowly, feeling his rage and lust all gathering into his cock to shoot out into her mouth.
He gasped. "I'm gonna cum already, you incredibly talented bitch, your mouth is-aahhhh!"
Charmaine's blonde head tossed frantically. She felt the cock swell in her mouth, jumping with lust as the cum rushed out of his balls. He was going to shoot jism into her mouth. She fought herself, trying to hold back the raging desire that swept over her. She hated the idea, was sick at the thought of being forced to take a mouthful of a man's cock-juice. But she wanted it so badly. Her pulse soared, she felt a surge of helpless climax rising in her as her soft mouth closed on Rich's throbbing, jerking cock. She felt the white-hot cum shooting up his shaft, gushing toward her mouth, making the channel in the underside of his cock pulse frantically...
Chapter SEVEN
As the first jet of hot cum burst into the back of her mouth, Charmaine's passions overwhelmed her. She rammed her mouth down harder, feeling another sticky spurt of cock-juice gushing into her mouth.
"Aaahhhh! Fuuuck!" Rich gasped, his hips heaving as the thick ropes of pent-up lust erupted from his cock. "Ohhhh, take it, whore, take it!"
He grabbed Charmaine's blonde hair and held her mouth on his cock as it spurted white salty goo.
Charmaine was a seething mass of passions she didn't understand. Her pussy throbbed with lust as cum filled her mouth. Her body trembled, she swallowed some of the jism, feeling the gooey mass slip down her throat. Another great burst of it filled her mouth, washing over her tongue as Rich's cock swelled and erupted, spurting more spunk with each heaving thrust.
Charmaine moaned, not even knowing if she was cumming or not as her head spun and she rammed her mouth deeper, sucking and licking, tasting the sticky, salty cum. She ran her hand down to her pussy, stroked her aching clit bud as she swallowed more cum, her head pumping up and down on Rich's cock.
"Jeeezzz, not bad!" Rich moaned, his cock thrusting at the back of Charmaine's throat. "Ohhh, that's not bad at all, you little fucker, you knew this stuff all along, heyyy?"
He gasped, thrusting again as Charmaine's mouth trembled and sucked at his throbbing, shooting cock-head. His open robe flapped as his jerking ass forced his cock hard into her mouth.
Charmaine's moans lust burst out from around his cock as the stream of goo slowed, easing off to a slow oozing. She moved her head back and licked at the cock-slit, licking up the cum as it dribbled out. Her hand held his shaft while she still rubbed at her clit, sending explosions of lust all over her body.
"Ohhh, fuck!" she moaned. "What are you doing to me?"
Something broke in her and she sobbed in helpless shame, holding his cock, still sucking his cock-head, her tears rolling off her mouth and chin and down his slowly subsiding prick.
"Don't stop sucking," he said, "we've got a long way to go."
Charmaine moaned and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What do you say when I give you an order?"
"Y-yes, master," Charmaine sobbed. She let her soft mouth run over his cock-head. It trembled against her tongue and was already beginning to swell back to its original hardness.
"You're getting slack on that," he said.
"Yes, master!" Charmaine wept, sucking his cock, running her mouth around the growing hardness with a terrible, gnawing compulsion.
"Can you give me a good reason why I shouldn't whip you for that?" he asked softly.
"I've been good, I did what you said, I-"
"Wrong answer, whore!" He grinned down at the sobbing wife. "There's never a good reason why I shouldn't whip you. Got that?"
"Y-yes, master."
"Good, now go and get the rubber strips, they're over there."
"Oh no, please. please-"
He pulled her head up and slapped her face. "Wrong answer. Now what is the right one?"
"Y-y-yes, master." Slowly she turned and crawled off across the floor to where the terrible rubber strips lay. Weeping helplessly, she picked them up and crawled back. She hated herself, hated him, was terrified out of her mind, but there was also a warm churning in her stomach that she didn't understand. Her pussy was wet, her thighs trembled, and she went weak every time he looked at her. Sobbing, face-down, she handed him the rubber strips.
"Good," he said, "now continue sucking my cock."
"Yes, master!" Charmaine put her mouth around the already rock-hard fucker, sucking it gently, feeling it throb in her mouth.
"Good, now, do you think its hard enough to fuck you?"
"Oh, yes, master, oh yesss!" Charmaine's pussy spasmed as she thought of this massive monster thrusting up her cunt.
"Good. Then all we have to do is punish you for getting things wrong, and we can get on with it. Lean back and hold your ankles."
Terror and desire rolled across Charmaine as she leaned back, sliding her hands along her stockinged legs until she reached her ankles.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Charmaine gasped, sobbing helplessly as she spread her knees. He body was bent back, her back arched, her tits thrusting out, her pussy open and wet. He could do what he liked to her.
He stood up and loomed over her, trailing the rubber thongs over her still-red and bruised tits. "You were a bad girl!"
"Yes, master," Charmaine whispered, her throat constricted as she stared at the rubber knots drawing gently over her tits.
"Now, is there a good reason why I shouldn't whip you?"
"No, master, no, there's never a good reason why you shouldn't whip me."
He stood right behind her, his thighs pressing into her shoulders, the rubber knots draped over her tits. "So you deserve to have your tits whipped in punishment."
"Yes, master, yes!" Charmaine sobbed. Her pussy was erupting with the most terrible lust. It shook the whole of her body as she watched the knots sweep up, hover for a moment, then lash down into her right tit. She screamed, and her tits thrust up for the next blow, her thighs jerking, spreading to the demands of her pussy. Her left tit heaved and bounced under the terrible impact of the knots. Pain gushed over her body, rushing to her cunt where it swelled and burned, growing, soaring back over her, creating gushing pussy juices.
As the next blow landed over her tits, she arched up, her legs stretching helplessly. Her hands let go of her ankles as she lurched, her body thrusting up, trembling as the terrible knots came down. Her pussy thrust at him, demanding to be a target of his fury.
"Say, thank you, master, I deserve this," he said, lashing her tits.
"Thank you, master, I deserve this!" Charmaine screamed. She threw her head back, staring out between his legs as he whipped her. Above her, his massive cock swung to the beat of his arms as he whipped her.
"Do you deserve to have your pussy whipped too?" he demanded, the knots beating into her tits with even greater fury.
"Aaaghhh! Yes, master, yes, I deserve it, I do! I dooo!"
He leaned a little farther and lashed the knots into her sopping-wet pussy. The slap of the rubber on her wet sex-flesh rang around the room. instantly she crashed into an orgasm, her thighs spread even more, helplessly wanting the return of the knots to whip her throbbing, spasming pussy. It lashed in again, drops of pussy juice splattered away from her cunt, and Charmaine lost all control. Her screams and wails of lust beat at the walls as she collapsed. She twisted, thrusting her cunt up to him, balanced on her shoulders and feet, her legs spread wide in her high heels.
"Ohhh yes, master, I deserve it! I deserve it! Aaaghhh! Yessss!"
The knots lashed into her cunt with another stroke of pure pain, and she screamed in rising fury, thrusting for the knots demanding the agony to make her crest and surge over her seething, surging tide of orgasm.
Rich stopped whipping her.
Charmaine rolled on the floor, rubbing her clit, sobbing, an animal in pain.
"On the table!"
"You bastard!" Charmaine screamed. "You bastard!"
"On the table," Rich said. He seemed amused. "Only good little girls get everything they want. And you're forgetting master again."
"Aaaghhh-bastard, master, bastard, you fucking jerk, creep, motherfucker!" Charmaine screamed at him. She couldn't quite bring herself off, the raging orgasm beat at her body, but wouldn't climax and set her free.
"That's better," he said easily. "Now, on the table. Face up."
Charmaine turned slowly, crawling toward the table. Her stockings were torn to shreds, but she didn't care. There was a raging fire in her body and she couldn't put it out. As she crawled, she rubbed her clit, trying to make herself climax, but it didn't work. He walked behind her, swinging the knots, waiting.
Sobbing and mewling like a cat in heat, Charmaine crawled up on the table and rolled onto the hard wooden top. She moved to his command, her ass just over the edge.
"Pull your legs up and take your hand off your cunt," he ordered.
Charmaine shivered in helpless surrender. She lifted her legs, spreading them wide when he told her to. Her fingers fluttered over her tits, pinching at her nipples, trying to soothe the terrible eruption of lust that coursed through her.
"Hold your ankles," he demanded.
Charmaine shook and trembled as she worked her hands down her legs and held her ankles. She spread her legs wide, so that her pussy was open for him. It was soaking wet, her blonde pussy hair matted down by the out-pourings of her lust. She lay on the table, her body rolling, undulating like a snake while the seething passion rolled over her.
Rich let his robe drop to the floor and advanced on Charmaine, his massive cock swinging from his loins. He took the knots and ran them over her pussy. Her cunt trembled, more pussy juice flowed out, and her whole ass shook as she jerked her clit against the knots.
"Looks to me like my little whore wants to be whipped before I fuck her," he said slowly. "But she'll have to plead real nice to get it."
Charmaine couldn't face that degradation. She simply had to believe that something was wrong, something just out of line, something that would be all right when she woke up, when she got out of here. Then she would be her old self again and this would just have been a nightmare.
"Just do what you want, you pervert, rape me, I can't stop you." The knots crashed into her clit.
"Master," he said.
Charmaine wailed. Her pussy erupted with more rushing agony and pure, horrible lust. The knots cut into her pussy, driving her to the brink of another cum. She screamed, pulling her legs back, spreading her cunt open.
"Master!" she shrieked. "Bastard, master! Master, master!"
"Okay, good," he said and took the knots away.
Charmaine stared down as Rich's cock rubbed over her clit, moving slowly toward the spasming hole of her pussy.
"Now," he said pleasantly, "we'll see how good a fuck you are."
He slid his cock up into Charmaine's cunt, slowly, enjoying every second of the contact, slipping in easily on the streaming pussy-juices. Inch by inch he rammed his cock into her cunt, his hard cock throbbing and heaving as the hot warm sheath surrounded it.
Charmaine's cunt was going wild. The thrusting cock, pushing her cunt walls open, filling her passage, beating into her wet hot hole, was driving her into sudden spasms of orgasm. The massive prick filled her as she jerked and thrust, her cunt sucking at the cock as it slid higher and higher in her pussy.
She pulled on her ankles, thrusting her pussy at him, her body jerking as she forced her legs wider in a shameless display of wanton lust. "You bastard, you creep, why are you doing this to me?"
"Pardon?" His cock rammed up her cunt and he lashed the knots into her tits.
"Master, master, master!" she wailed, her body erupting, spasming, beating at the table top.
"Because I have a lot of money riding on you, whore. I'm gonna train you right for your husband."
Charmaine struggled, pulling her legs down farther as she thrust her pussy at his invading cock. She closed her eyes, tears welling out of them as she fucked him in the most wanton display of depraved desire.
The knots eased over her tits, dragging at her flesh. One of the knots caught for a moment on her erect nipple before it flicked off, twitching the hard flesh bud.
Charmaine moaned. Her body was still burning, and each thrust of Rich's cock made it worse. Still the climaxes got higher, higher still, driving her out of her mind.
"Stop it, master, stop it!" she shrieked. "I can't take any more, I can't!"
"But you have to," he said quietly. He stroked the knots over her tits again, pressing in closer, ramming his cock harder into her pussy. "You have to take it until I cum, that's the rules."
Charmaine moaned as the knots dragged across her tits, driving her into frenzies of expectation. She hated the knots, hated the pain, but it was all that would make her come to the peak, hit the satisfaction she needed. She thrashed on the table, her hands trembling on her ankles.
His fucking got harder, his cock stroking in and out of her cunt, leaving it spasming in near agony until the huge cock returned, filling her hole, thrusting her pussy walls out, ramming to the very top of her cunt. He stroked the knots over her tits constantly, playing with her, driving her mad with the fear and lust.
Charmaine closed her eyes, her body twitching, heaving out of control on the table. His huge cock rammed in, her cunt seething again, demanding to be filled to the brim with his massive cock-meat. She heaved at his cock, her body frantic to be rammed into a final cum.
"Yeahhh!" he said softly, drawing the knots across her tits. "You know, you only have to beg me, real nice, and I'll whip your tits while I cum."
"Aaaghhh! No! No! Bastard! Bastard!" Charmaine screamed, while her body betrayed her, spasming up into another helpless series of orgasmic explosions.
"Okay," he said softly, "whatever you want."
He drew the knots down her body, over her stomach, making her heave in submissive passion. He leaned in, his cock swelling, moving faster as the desire built in him. He gasped, his hands went to her tits and worked them, twisting the whipped flesh, pinching her nipples as he leaned in closer, ramming his cock to the top of her cunt, faster and harder with each stroke.
"Oh fuck," he gasped, "you got one hell of a cunt, baby, you got one hell of a cunt." His cock slammed in faster, ramming, throbbing at the entrance to her uterus. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!"
As his cock pistoned faster and harder, Charmaine thrust down on her ankles, spreading her legs wider for him, gripping her legs in their torn stockings and high heels, trying to get every inch of his cock, trying to make it give her the satisfaction she wanted. She came in another massive series of orgasms, her pussy clutching at the slamming cock, her cunt walls throbbing to the beat of his fuck. She screamed helplessly, her head thrown back, her body thrusting, heaving for more.
"Ohhhh fuck, here I come!" he yelled. "I'm gonna cream up your cunt, whore!" He dropped the knots, his fingers working her nipples as he rammed and thrust at her wide-open pussy. He gasped, his hips blurring as he fucked deep into her cunt.
"Ohhh God!" Fuck you, bastard, bastard! Fucker!" Charmaine screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the cock ramming into her, throbbing with the cum gushing down its length. "You motherfucker! Ohhh fuck, I hate you, I hate you, master!"
The first jet of Rich's cum gushed out into her cunt.
"Yeahhhh!" he roared as his cock poured out a massive dose of hot wet goo into her cunt. His cock pistoned in and out, mashing his cum into her pussy walls as it shot another thick rope of fuck-juice.
"I hate you, master, hate you!" Charmaine screamed as the seething orgasms surged over her. She struggled, rammed at him, but they wouldn't stop. Nor would they crest and let her go. She pushed her legs down, thrusting up, her cunt erupting with lust as she heaved up for his shooting cock.
"Ohhh, take it, whore!" he yelled. "Take it!" His cock shot another wad, his hips jerked and blurred as he filled her pussy with more white sticky seed. Gobs of it oozed out of Charmaine's cunt, running into her pussy hair and over her thighs as she gave another great screech of lust and thrust at him. He yelled, slamming his cock into her harder as his climax reached its peak and came down, his cock throbbing as it pumped out the last of his cum.
Charmaine had failed to reach the heights she wanted her orgasm to take her to. Her pussy burned, throbbing, making her sob with frustration. Rich slowly eased his cock in to the hilt and let it ride there while her frantic body jerked and heaved, and her pussy sucked the last of his cum out. Slowly her climaxes subsided, but left her burning for more, in a desperate desire for something she couldn't name.
He eased his cock out of her still-clutching pussy. His cock was softening a little, but still covered with sticky cum. He stared down at her. "Take the cum off your cunt and eat it!"
Charmaine obeyed. She ran her finger over her clit and brought it to her lips smeared with cum. She licked it clean, took it back down, shivering as she rubbed her pussy, her legs still trembling from the force of her cum.
"You're a real stupid bitch," he said quietly, "but I can teach you. I'll show you who you really are. Now I have to get my cock back up. It's time for your ass, whore."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No. Not my ass!" Charmaine screamed and rolled off the table in horror. She crouched on the floor, trembling with hate and disgust. The idea that he would stick that massive cock into her ass pit was more than she could stand.
"What did you say?" He stood over her, the knotted strands of rubber swinging in his hand.
"Please, master, not my ass," Charmaine pleaded, clutching her whipped tits as if that would save her.
"Wrong answer," he said softly. The knots trailed across her hands as they trembled on her tits. "Take them away, and kneel up."
Charmaine obeyed, slipping her hands away from her red and bruised tits.
"Now, what is the right answer?" he said, the knots running over her twin mounds.
"Please, not my ass, master, please, I'll do anything, anything but that!"
"No," he said, "you're not getting it, are you?" The knots lashed up and cut down, beating into Charmaine's already pulped tit-flesh. "Now, what is the right answer?"
"Please, master, not my ass!" Charmaine wailed, sobbing with the pain in her tits. She knew better than to caress them, so she gripped her hands together really tightly behind her back. Staring through tears, she saw the knots go up. She moaned as her tit-flesh was cut again by a slashing blow of the knots. Her nipples stuck out, hard rubber buds, throbbing as the knots cut across her tits.
"Lick my cock clean!" he snapped.
Sobbing, weeping shamefully, Charmaine leaned in and licked at the cum-covered cock. It was semi-soft, but still big enough to fill her mouth as she slid her lips over it. She tried to give him the best suck she could, convinced that she could stop him fucking her ass if she were good enough. Her lips tightened around the shaft, and her wicked tongue flicked over his flesh, caressing, cleaning up all the cum and pussy juices on it. She moaned, caressed his balls, opening her throat to allow his cock-head to enter.
"Now lick my balls," he said, "make 'em feel real good."
Charmaine crouched lower. She kept her hands working his cock as it stirred and began to slowly throb with renewed desire. Leaning in, she ran her tongue over his hairy ball-sac, licking at the slowly churning balls.
He spread his legs, allowing her to get deeper, licking his balls, panting with submission. "Suck 'em, gently, I said, make 'em feel real good."
Charmaine moaned and slowly sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around as it throbbed and turned slowly. Her hands caressed his shaft, feeling it grow and swell, getting ready to rape her again. She trembled and sobbed, the awful desire still raging in her whipped body, battling with the terror and disgust at the thought of getting her ass fucked. Slowly she allowed his one ball to roll out of her mouth and then moved on to the other one, sucking, licking at that.
"Let me tell you," he said softly, "you're gonna get your ass fucked good. One way or the other, whore, I'm gonna do it."
Charmaine sobbed, her body shaking with horror.
"So why don't you be a good girl and beg me for it?" he said softly. "It'll save you a lot of trouble."
Charmaine spasmed, her mouth full of his balls. She clutched his legs, sobbing helplessly.
"Okay," he said, "then lick my ass. Go on, whore!"
Charmaine spat his balls out. "Ohhh, please, not that. Anything, but not that."
"Shit!" he yelled. "I've had it with you, cunt!"
"No!" Charmaine sobbed as he pulled away and went over to a closet in the wall and pulled out some rope. "Please, I'll do anything you want, but not that."
It was useless. He grabbed her elbows and lashed them together behind her back. He rolled the rope down her arms and tied her wrists too, while she sobbed and begged him to allow her to suck him off, anything he wanted. When he was satisfied, he stepped back and left her on her knees, sobbing helplessly.
Then he went back to the closet.
"Where the fuck are those clamps?" he muttered.
"Oh, God, no," Charmaine sobbed, twisting on her knees, feeling the rough rope cutting into her wrists.
He picked up several tiny clamps, but these were even worse than the paper clips that had tortured her tits. They were driven by a screw that closed the sharp jaws, and so could be tightened as much as he wanted.
He grabbed her and picked her up effortlessly, carrying her helpless body back to the table. There he laid her on her back.
"Fuck," he said, "I'm not taking any more shit from you, bitch."
"Oh please, what are you doing?" Charmaine sobbed.
"Open your legs!"
Sobbing, she obeyed him, spreading her thighs until her still-wet pussy was open to him.
He took one of the clamps and softly pulled her outer pussy lips open. "You're gonna learn!"
Charmaine shrieked as he slipped the jaws of the clamp over the top of her soft inner cunt lips, caressing them over the shrinking flesh.
"Three on each side, I think!"
"Oh no!" Charmaine gasped as she felt the jaws closing on her flesh. She trembled as she felt the screw tighten and the jaws bite into her pussy lips.
The most unspeakable pain rushed out of her flesh. He gave the screw another turn and Charmaine screamed at the agony. It felt as if her pussy lips were bitten right through by the terrible jaws. "I'll do anything you want!"
"How about begging me to fuck your ass?" he asked, taking up another pair of the jaws.
"Ohhhh, if you want!"
"You know," he said, slipping the jaws around her other pussy lips, "you take such a time to get the simplest things right."
"Aaghhh! Sorry, master, I'm sorry, please, fuck my ass!" Charmaine screamed. He tightened the second screw and the agony erupted out of her pussy. "Aaahhh, please, master, fuck my ass!"
"I think just two more!"
"No, please, master, fuck my ass!" Charmaine sobbed as he took up another pair of the jaws and slid them around the lower part of her pussy lips..
The jaws began to bite.
"You have to learn to speak faster," he said as he tightened the screw.
Charmaine sobbed as more pain erupted from her pussy.
"And now the final one," Rich said. He took it up and put it around the lower part of Charmaine's remaining pussy lip and tightened it. Charmaine screamed, wanting to kick out at him, but knowing the punishment that would bring. She struggled on the table, her arms trapped behind her, her pussy a seething mass of pain.
He picked her up and dropped her to the floor, making her kneel with the metal clips scraping together between her thighs. She sobbed in pain, waiting for his command.
"Now, are you willing to lick my ass?"
"Anything, master, anything!" Pain seethed all over her body, the terrible jaws pulling and biting at her pussy lips.
"Good!" He turned, thrusting his ass into her face.
Charmaine wasn't sure which was worse, the pain or the humiliation. Her sore tits rubbed into the backs of his thighs as she leaned in and licked his hairy ass-cheeks. She licked all over them, her arms straining, wishing for anything to be able to take the terrible clamps off her pussy lips.
"The faster you lick into my ass, the faster you get the clamps off," he said.
Charmaine was in too much pain to fight him. She licked to the edge of his ass-crack, her tongue working deeper toward the tight round hole buried there. The pressure of the clamps was creating the horrible, dark desire that had captured her before. The pain stopped its constant searing river of agony and began to throb, beating out, rushing over her in waves that made her ass heave, her tits pulse too. She moaned and sank her face harder between his ass-cheeks, licking closer until she touched his asshole itself. With sobs of surrender she licked at the crinkled hole, feeling him thrust back at her as the excitement rose in him.
"Okay, that's real good," he said, "but we can wait for more of that. Now I have to train you."
He left her on the floor, kneeling, her arms bound, and went back to the closet. Charmaine moaned with the pain and tried to rub her thighs together and dislodge some of the clamps, but it was useless. They were far too tight.
She sobbed when she saw what Rich had in his hands.
It was a massive dildo, well over a foot in length and as thick as a man's arm. Making sure she could see everything he did, he took it to a thick wooden pillar near one wall. There was a rigid, heavy spring in the pillar and he screwed the dildo into the end of it, leaving the massive thing trembling.
"Come here," he said. He picked up the belt that had gone around Charmaine's neck.
Trembling from head to foot, Charmaine crawled slowly over to him. It was difficult with her arms bound, and each movement set off more agony from the clips on her pussy lips, but eventually she crouched, weeping at his feet.
"Get up!"
"You beast, oh, you beast, master," she sobbed.
"Stand next to it!"
She shuffled over. The massive cock-head was almost at her navel, and she could imagine the pain it would inflict as she was forced to take it up her helpless pussy.
He bent it down until the massive swollen dildo head was at the entrance to her cunt. It pressed into her clit, between the clips.
"Forward," he said, and Charmaine shuffled enough for the dildo head to force its way into her cunt.
"Now fuck yourself down on it!"
Charmaine obeyed, thrusting against the huge cock-head, feeling it slide into her cunt, forcing her soft pussy walls open. She moved closer to the pillar as the enormous imitation cock heaved at her pussy.
"That's good! Keep going, whore."
Charmaine felt her cunt being invaded by the massive, thick, hard dildo. It stretched her pussy walls as it slid in, until she was sure it would break her open. It scraped past the clamps on her pussy lips, making her scream with pain.
Incredibly the massive dildo worked right to the top of her cunt, filling her. Her face was pressed close to the pillar, her ass heaved in agony, urging the dildo higher into her cunt. Behind her back, her aching arms strained helplessly against the ropes.
Rich tossed the belt around her body. It was a long belt and just reached around the pillar, so that he could buckle it and press her even more tightly into the smooth round wood.
He took one of her legs and pulled it out, ramming her cunt even harder onto the dildo. As Charmaine wept and begged him, he tied her ankle to a ring bolt, then went back and took her other leg and pulled that open too, lashing it in turn to another ring bolt on the other side of the pillar.
He stepped back and looked her over.
She was in a terrible plight. She was pressed into the pillar, with about half the dildo stuffed up her cunt. Her arms were tied helplessly behind her back, her legs were spread and tied out, and she could move just enough to ram her pussy up and down on the dildo. She sobbed as he picked up the knotted rubber tails again and stepped over to her.
"Oh no!" she screamed. "Don't do it, don't do it!"
"I'm gonna teach you who you are, whore," he said. "I'm gonna make you into the most obedient slave in the world." He lashed the knots across her crimson ass.
Charmaine screamed, her body tossing. The dildo rammed harder into her pussy, the clips bit into her flesh as they scraped over the hard surface of the imitation cock.
The knots cut into her ass, beating fresh agony all over her. "Beg me to fuck your ass!"
"Ohhhggg! Master, fuck my ass!" Charmaine wailed as another lash of the knots beat into her helpless ass. Her thighs trembled, her legs shook and she sank harder onto the dildo.
"Tell me how much you love it," he said, whipping the knots into her ass again.
"Aagghhh! I love it!" Charmaine screamed, her cunt ramming helplessly up and down on the dildo. "I love it, master!"
"Good," he said and whipped her harder, the knots beating into her ass-flesh.
Charmaine rammed herself deeper onto the dildo, feeling it stretch her pussy walls as it raped its way up and down in her cunt. Another beat of the knots set off deeper, more depraved pain, seething through her, sending her screaming in agony and lust on the dildo, ramming her cunt down, her ass jerking.
Another lash of the knots on her ass and her screams became guttural, demanding, mingling with the dark, depraved lust roaring from the pain in her cunt and ass. Her hands twisted as she fucked herself harder on the dildo, her ass trembling, beating up and down, the massive dildo invading her spasming pussy.
"I'm gonna show you, whore!" he yelled. His arm swept up, lashing the knots across her ass as Charmaine screamed, demanding, bucking against the pillar, her cunt jerking on the dildo.
Sudden eruptions of the most disgusting lust broke over the bound wife. As the dildo rammed up and down, scraping over the clips that bit into her pussy lips, and the knots whipped her ass, she flung her head back and surrendered to a lust she had never known before. Her ass heaved, and she gave herself up for lost.
"Come on, whore!" he yelled. "Confess, you love it." He raked her ass with the knots, beating them into her ass until it was a sweaty, pulped and mashed flesh, heaving to the most shameful display of degradation.
"I hate you, master!" Charmaine screamed, her body ramming faster and harder at the dildo. "I hate you, oh, I hate yooouuu master!"
Her cunt heaved out of control and the most immense orgasm of her life rushed over her, leaving her screaming in a display of degraded lust that knew no bounds.
He stopped the knots and was suddenly behind her, close, his cock pressed between her ass-cheeks. "Beg me!"
Charmaine's body shook out of control.
His cock worked at the tight entrance of her ass, pressing in, pushing the tight muscles open. "Beg me!"
Charmaine's body rolled as her ass-muscles opened, and his cock slid almost effortlessly into her one virgin hole. It felt as if her entire body were being raped, filled by cocks. Her pussy swelled, the extra pressure of the real cock in her ass, driving her cunt and ass-walls into spasms of lust. She was filled, stuffed with cocks, raping her, ramming into her holes.
"Beg me!" He reached around, his hips already pressing her harder into the pillar. He took her nipples and pinched them, sending the most delicious, extra pain surging through her. Her writhing fingers touched his cock as it worked into her ass. She felt it throb and heave, driving always higher into her shitter, digging between her whipped ass-cheeks.
"Fuck my ass, you bastard, fuck my ass! I hate you, you shit, you shit, master, you... oh, shit! Master! Shit!" A crescendo of lust burst over her, and the final, body-wracking climaxes she had been seeking for so long, arrived. The surging orgasms rushed up over her. She didn't know anything except the pulse of cocks and the rush of pain that filled her spasming body.
Her nipples burned as he twisted them, ramming his cock high into her throbbing asshole. As the massive dildo beat into her pussy, it twisted the clamps, biting the jaws harder into her pussy-flesh, making her scream at each helpless ramming fuck, driving her into hysterics of passion. Her ass throbbed with lust, her whole body gyrated, her fingers rubbing his cock as it slammed into her shitter.
He growled, twisting her nipples, heaving his cock harder at her ass. His cock swelled and went wild in her ass, throbbing as the cum surged in his balls, ready to explode. He leaned back, heaving his cock in harder, thrusting it through her groping fingers, jerking her upward, so that she slammed down harder onto the dildo when he pulled back.
"Aaaggghhh! You bastard, you bastard!" Charmaine sobbed as she came crashing over the top of a climax that shook her to her core. Her body spasmed, her cunt and ass crazy with lust.
Her quivering ass-walls sucked his cock, harder and faster, demanding the cum. The agony mingled with her crashing, falling climaxes, driving her out of her mind. She lost all sense of time, just heaved on the twin cocks, screaming, trembling with orgasm.
Hot cum shot out into her shitter, mashing into her spasming walls, She gave a final, long drawn-out scream as her ass-walls trembled and sucked at the jism, squeezing it, working Rich's shooting cock.
"Oooggghhh fuck!" he roared. "Ohhh, fuck, you little bitch, you beautiful bitch, ohhh, confess it bitch, I'll keep right on giving it to you, just confess it bitch, confess!"
His shooting cock poured fuck-juice high in her ass, heaving her up, beating her into the pillar as he twisted her nipples until she gave a final ringing scream and fell against the pillar, panting, half-unconscious.
"Fuck!" He stood there, his cock still slowly pumping cum into her ass, rubbing against the thin flesh that separated Charmaine's ass and pussy. He caressed her tits, slowly, gently. "I'll get you, little whore! I'll get all of you, you'll see, all of you."
CHAPTER NINE
Charmaine stirred, turning on the huge bed. There was a clinking sound, something around her neck. She reached for it, found the thick leather collar, the chain leading from it to the bed head, and it all came back to her.
Rich had taken her down off that pillar, her body still shaking with orgasms. He made her walk into this room and crawl onto the bed. There he padlocked the collar on her neck and attached the chain before leaving. She had meant to make some attempt at escape, but weariness had overtaken her and she had been asleep in seconds.
She dropped onto the pillow, sobbing with shame. She rubbed her still-aching ass, looked down to see the crimson mass of her tits which shone with occasional deeper streaks of red. She pulled at the collar, but it wouldn't move. She looked around the large room. It was fairly well furnished, dressers and large windows through which streaks of light streamed. So it was daytime.
She got to the edge of the bed and tried to make it to the window, but the chain wouldn't reach. She tugged, but the bed was either too heavy or attached to the floor and that wouldn't move either.
She heard footsteps in the corridor outside and hurried back to the bed. Just as she rolled on to it, there was the rattle of a lock and the door opened, revealing Lucy and Thelma.
Lucy was dressed in a perfectly ordinary blouse and skirt, but Thelma was done out in another version of her black leather outfits; elbow-length black gloves, the cap, a white high-necked shirt with black, leather jacket, short, tight black skirt and black thigh-length boots with six-inch spiked heels. She paraded into the room, tapping a riding crop in her palm.
"On your feet!" Lucy snapped.
Charmaine struggled up.
Thelma walked around Charmaine slowly, her shoulder-length black hair swinging slightly. "So you want me to keep this little thing in line?"
"Yeah," Lucy said. She too came forward, and ran her hand under Charmaine's chin, lifting the helpless blonde's head until she could look deep into her eyes. "You got a choice, whore. Behave yourself, and you won't get punished. Which will please Charlie and Rich when they come back. They want you all fresh and creamy again."
She slid her hand over Charmaine's whipped tits.
"But, if you step out of line, I can assure you that Thelma will have the greatest time in the world getting you back into your place. And that will be painful and it will really piss Charlie and Rich off. And you wouldn't want to do that, would you?"
Charmaine didn't answer.
"I said," Lucy said slowly and deliberately, "you wouldn't want to do that, would you?" She twisted Charmaine's chin slowly. "Don't make me do it, whore. I'm in a hurry and I'll get real pissed."
Charmaine's body shook with rage, but she knew Lucy was as good as her word.
"No."
"No, what, bitch?"
"No, mistress."
"Christ, you're slow. And I can tell you that Thelma is even tougher on that than me."
Charmaine looked across at Thelma who waited, tapping the riding crop, her hard beautiful face expressionless.
"You think you can handle it?" Lucy said.
"Sure," Thelma said easily.
"I won't be long," Lucy said, and left.
"Okay, shitface," Thelma said, "if you do as I say, fine, if you don't, I'll make those bruises you've got look like scratch marks. You hear me?"
"Yes, mistress!"
Thelma led Charmaine out of the room to a bathroom where she took the collar off and allowed the bound wife to use the toilet, and shower. After that, she laid the blonde on a massage table and told her to wait.
Jennie came in, grinning. "Face-down," she said to Charmaine, "I gotta get your whip marks down."
Charmaine lay on her face while Jennie poured some sweet-smelling oil over her and rubbed it into her flesh. It was very soothing and sensual and very soon Charmaine found herself reacting, her body tingling with the beginnings of the excitement that had betrayed her so often the night before. She bit her lip and managed to keep it under control until Jennie told her to turn over.
Charmaine lay on the bench, moaning as Jennie poured some of the oil over her tits.
"Yeahhh," she whispered to Charmaine, "I tell ya, this is the best bit. Fuck. I really get off on it."
She ran her hands over Charmaine's tits and the blonde wife moaned as the slow caress burned into her flesh.
"Heyyy," Jennie whispered, "I'm not supposed to do this, but you wanna cum? I can bring you off."
Charmaine moaned, trying not to react to the soft, skillful caress. "N-no, no, stop, don't do it."
"Gotta do it. Orders. Just wanted you to have a good time, honey. Fuck, you got a real goin' over." She leaned in closer. "You sure enjoyed it with Rich, hey? Fuck, you were screaming the place down, begging him for more."
"No, that's a lie, I wasn't," Charmaine wept. It was all very dim, she couldn't remember what had really happened. She knew she had cum, climaxing helplessly, but she didn't remember begging for her degradation.
"Have it your way." Jennie's hands roved over Charmaine's nipples, caressing her sore flesh, making Charmaine gurgle with suppressed lust. "Come on, you might as well have a good time."
Her fingers worked Charmaine's tits so skillfully that the blonde gave a gasp and felt her pussy running with juices. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the terrible desire to give in, to let Jennie make her cum.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Thelma demanded, coming back into the room.
"Nothin'," Jennie said flippantly, "just what you said, mistress."
"Were you told to get her excited?" Thelma tapped the riding crop.
"No, mistress," Jennie sneered, winking at Charmaine.
"Well what the fuck are you doing it that way for, huh?" The riding crop tapped hard into Thelma's gloved hand.
"Well, fuck, how am I supposed to do it?" Jennie said, her sneer taking over her entire mouth.
"Over that bar," Thelma said, pointing to what might have been part of an exercise bar in the middle of the room.
"Well, fuck. Pardon me." Jennie laughed as she bent over the metal bar. She arrogantly flipped her short skirt over her back and spread her legs, waiting, sneering at Thelma.
Thelma walked up and ran her hands over Jennie's panties, playing with her still-red flesh. "Don't learn, do you?"
She ran her hand down Jennie's legs, taking straps and pinning her ankles. Then, with the dark-haired girl bent fully over, her thighs spread wide, her hands gripping the base of the apparatus, her large tits dropping out of her tight tank top, Thelma stepped back and lashed the riding crop into Jennie's ass.
Jennie's body jerked, but she sneered at Thelma. "Think you can break me in, huh? Fuck, it takes a man like Charlie or Rich to do that. Have a good time, whore!"
She laughed as Thelma laid the riding crop into her ass again, her body heaving, her hands gripping the apparatus. Her body thrashed on the bar as the riding crop beat thick lines of agony into her ass-flesh. She began to scream, her voice rising as the crop lashed her ass.
Charmaine watched, horrified, panting, wishing she could escape. But Thelma frightened her far too much. She squirmed as Jennie's screams went out of control and the dark-haired slave wailed desperately, her body shaking as an orgasm tore through her.
Jennie shrieked. "Aaahhh, you fucker, you fucker, I'll get Charlie back, you'll see, I can do more for him-aaaggghh!"
Her body suddenly went rigid, her ass thrust back as the riding crop whipped her. Six strokes lashed her ass, and she collapsed, sobbing across the bar. She gasped as she hung there.
Thelma laid the riding crop across Jennie's throbbing ass. "Make your choice. Surrender, or take another one."
Jennie shrieked, her body tossing on the bar. Her ass jerked as she wept. Thelma waited, the riding crop across Jennie's ass.
"Fuck off!" Jennie yelled suddenly.
The riding crop went up and whipped her ass hard, cutting another set of crimson lines into the helpless little slave's flesh.
Charmaine watched the terrible scene as Thelma ruthlessly whipped Jennie. Charmaine felt terrible for Jennie, but there was something very degrading happening to her. Her pussy was getting wet. She watched the crop lashing into the bouncing cheeks of Jennie's ass, watched the impact, the slash of the crop as it bit.
Charmaine's mouth watered, her tongue ran over her lips and each slash of the crop sent an extra gush of pussy juices surging down her cunt. She shivered, wondering what depths of depravity she was sinking into. She wanted to rub her pussy desperately, but she managed to hold off, that would be far too great a confession if they caught her at it.
Jennie gave a long wailing scream as she climaxed on the bar again, her whole body twisting, her legs shaking at each blow of the riding crop.
"You bitch!" she screamed as her ass throbbed and tossed to another deep red cut of the crop. "You bitch, bitch!"
She arced against the hard metal, her ass throbbing and beating as the crop lashed her, then, with a final wail of horrible lust, she fell, gasping and sobbing, her tits heaving.
Thelma took the riding clop and laid it along Jennie's ass again, the leather-covered crop standing out against the crimson of Jennie's asscheeks. "We forgot mistress, didn't we?"
"Oh, sorry, mistress, sorry, whatever you want me to do, mistress!" Jennie screamed, all her insolence gone. She twisted on the bar, gazing tearfully at the implacable Thelma., her ass beaten to a pulp.
"You can take the straps off now," Thelma said, holding the crop, tapping it. As the sobbing Jennie leaned down and undid the straps holding her ankles, Thelma turned to Charmaine. "I hope I don't have to teach you that same lesson."
"N-no, mistress," Charmaine gasped, shaking with fear.
"Good." Thelma sat in a chair and waited until Jennie was fully out of the bonds and rubbed her agonized ass. "Here!"
Jennie didn't hesitate, She rushed over and sank to her knees.
"Get on with it," Thelma said.
Jennie knew exactly what to do. She reached under Thelma's ass and eased her pair of tight black leather panties down. Then she pushed Thelma's tight skirt up and spread her thighs, leaning in and licking over Thelma's swollen pussy mound.
"Better." Thelma leaned back and enjoyed it, half closing her eyes. She spread her legs up onto the sides of the chair, resting her black leather boots on the metal. Her ass trembled a little as she became more excited. She pointed at Charmaine. "Come here."
Charmaine shot off the table and rushed over.
"Open my shirt," Thelma said dreamily.
With trembling fingers, Charmaine did as she was told, opening the buttons to the waist, easing the leather jacket aside, watching as the two halves of the shirt fell away to reveal Thelma's small thrusting tits.
"Kiss them, shithead," Thelma said, "make 'em feel real good."
Charmaine bent down and licked at the tight crinkled nipples. Thelma gave a low moan of lust, her beautiful face almost soft with her passion. Charmaine licked more, sucking the bud between her lips and worked it, her tongue licking and caressing.
"Keep going, just like that," Thelma said. "Now the other tit, shithead."
Charmaine changed her mouth to Thelma's other nipple, licking and sucking as before.
"Mmmm, not bad, not bad." Thelma began to moan louder, rocking a little in the chair. Her legs thrust out, going rigid in the boots as her ass lifted off the chair seat. She grabbed Jennie's head and rammed her pussy up into the weeping girl's mouth. "Oh yeahhh! Make it good, or else."
She heaved up again, moaning with lust as the surge of climax rolled over her. With a deep sigh, she fell back in the chair, her body undulating slowly.
"Not bad," she gasped. "Now get back on the bench and finish what you were doing. Then you oil Jennie's ass. And if either of you cums, the other one doing the massage gets whipped. Got that?"
They nodded.
It was hell for Charmaine. Each touch of Jennie's hands sent rushes of lust through her. She hated it, but it wouldn't quit. Jennie had to stop her massage every few seconds as Charmaine's body twisted on the massage table. Each time, Jennie glanced over fearfully to where Thelma sat, her legs propped up, reading a lurid romance novel.
It was almost as bad for Charmaine when she had to massage Jennie's terribly whipped ass. The touch of the flesh, the moans of relief from Jennie, sent trembles through her. Somehow they managed to get through it without any more punishment. By the time it was finished, however, Charmaine was giving in to the horrible certainty that she would have to bring herself off as soon as she was alone. The desire in her body was rising to fever pitch.
But when she was put back in her room, she wasn't just shackled by her neck; her arms and legs were tied out and she was left.
* * * * *
Over the next two days, Charmaine realized what they were doing to her. The raging lust that had been let loose in her body got worse and worse. She was always under observation, or chained up so that she couldn't reach her pussy to give herself some relief. She couldn't sleep for more than snatches before the sheer lust in her cunt would wake her up, demanding satisfaction she couldn't get. It got worse, until she was moaning almost constantly, tossing in a pool of sweat on the bed, gasping, only able to control herself when Thelma or Lucy came into the room.
On the third day they drove her out of her mind. Jennie had done something wrong. Thelma led her in and put her over a chair. Charmaine struggled on the bed, moaning as she saw Kent and Will, their cocks stiff and ready. She almost passed out, her pussy ran with juices and she was almost ready to crawl a mile to get a big cock in her cunt. Or her ass. Or her mouth, it didn't matter.
Kent shoved his cock into Jennie's mouth. The helpless little slave sucked it while Thelma whipped her ass, driving her into a screaming orgasm as Ken roared and his cock exploded with white streams of cum. He pulled back, shot thick ropes of goo into Jennie's face as she moaned and thrashed on the chair.
Charmaine gurgled and struggled. She wanted it so badly. She wanted to scream to them that they could whip her, do what they liked to her, if she could only just have a cock. But she resisted with all her might. They were working on her, trying to break her. And she vowed that they would never do that. One day she would get out of there and then they would all be in jail. Tears rolled down her face as she stared at the depraved little Jennie licking the last of the cum from Kent's cock.
But worse was to come. She was taken off the bed and chained up, her hands held over her head. Then Jennie was made to lie on her back on the mattress while Will slid his cock between her large tits. In full view of the moaning Charmaine, Jennie was made to cradle her tits around his cock while Thelma laid the thin rod across her nipples.
"Tell me," Thelma said.
"Yes, mistress," Jennie wailed, "I was a bitch, I deserve it!"
As Will fucked Jennie's tits, Thelma lashed the helpless girl's nipples, beating the rod into the quivering tit-flesh. Jennie lurched and screamed on the bed, her legs kicking.
Charmaine sobbed at the sight. She wanted to be horrified for Jennie, for the pain she was going through. But Jennie had a cock, even if it was just in between her tits. That would be enough for Charmaine, Her pussy got wetter with each stroke of the rod. She stared at it as it beat down, lashing the red flesh. Her body shook and trembled as she imagined the lash of that rod on her ass, driving pain, lust, higher and higher until she could scream in the release she craved so much. In desperation she closed her eyes.
Jennie lurched up on the bed, her tits clasped around Will's cock as it shot a stream of cum up over her neck and face. The rod lashed down on her nipples, the helpless slave screamed as a biting climax crashed over her and she fell back, still holding her tits for Will to finish his long pulsing cum.
He stroked his cock between Jennie's whipped tits and let the last dribbles of cum ooze out, then wiped it clean on her shuddering nipples before climbing off the bed.
Thelma undid Charmaine's chains. "Lick her clean!"
"Yes, mistress," Charmaine sobbed, trying to control herself. She knelt over Jennie's tits, licking the red whipped flesh, tasting cum. It was awful, just the feel of the sticky, salty goo was driving her out of her mind, sending her close to orgasm. She moaned and licked, cleaning the hot beaten tit-flesh. If only she could lick a cock. Just to lick it!
She felt Thelma's fingers playing with her pussy and heaved in the shameful surge of passion that shot over her. But Thelma wasn't going to give her anything. She rammed one finger up Charmaine's cunt, played with her pussy lips for a moment, then stepped back with a chuckle.
"Yeah, She's ready."
CHAPTER TEN
It was at least a day later that they came for Charmaine. She was in a dreadful state. Her pussy ran with endless juices, she strained almost constantly against the bonds that held her to the bed, and she was bathed in sweat. Lucy and Thelma hauled her off the bed and took her to the bathroom where she was forced to shower, and watched the whole time to stop her from masturbating. Thelma was dressed in her usual uniform, while Lucy wore a little white dress and nothing else.
They took Charmaine back to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a crimson waist cincher, a matching pair of thigh-high boots, with six-inch spiked heels, and long leather gauntlets.
"Put them on," Lucy said.
Charmaine was in such a state that she didn't think of fighting. Her head spun and the ache in her cunt was driving her into fits of shuddering, depraved lust. Her determination not to give in to the fiends who held her was on its last legs. She was terrified because she knew she would give in to any of their demands because of her weakness.
She put on the waist cincher, putting her arms in the air as Lucy tightened it, pulling Charmaine's figure in until it was the perfect hourglass that they wanted. It made it difficult to breathe, but Charmaine felt horrible excitement rushing through her from the contact of the tight garment.
She put the boots on and zipped them up. The tops came halfway up her thighs, and there were metal rings sewn into the leather at the knees and ankles. Then came the gauntlets, with clips at her elbows and wrists. Finally, suspenders were attached to the cincher and then clipped to the tops of the boots, holding them up and showing the tight curves of her legs to great advantage.
Then Thelma clipped a collar around Charmaine's neck, with a long chain that she held and rattled a little in her black-gloved hand. She pulled, and Charmaine followed the dark-haired sadist along the passage, and down a set of stairs.
A door opened. They were all in the room. Charlie in his chair, Rich in another one, close to him. Jennie was there, in a tiny blouse and skirt, serving the men drinks. To one side stood Kent and Will, looking just as menacing as before. All the men were in robes, and Charmaine could see Kent's cock sticking out already, and it heaved a little as they came in. Charmaine was led to the middle of the room and told to stand still. It was very difficult in the six inch heels, but she did her best. Thelma dropped the chain and Charmaine stood waiting, trembling with fear and anticipation.
"Yes," Rich said, "you can take that off."
Thelma came up and unclipped the chain, leaving the collar on.
Rich got out of his chair and came over to the trembling Charmaine. She stared around the room, her pulse racing, her breath uneven. She could imagine what was going to happen and promised herself that, whatever they did, she wouldn't give in.
"So you say you got her in order?" Charlie enquired. At his side Thelma smiled nastily, tapping the cane in her hand.
"Well, I think so," Rich said. "We can see, anyway. Take a look."
"Come here," Charlie said.
Charmaine shuddered as she walked forward, her legs unsteady in the spiked heels. She stood in front of her husband, her tits heaving.
"Turn!"
Charmaine did her best, swiveling on the heels.
"Stop!"
Charmaine stayed as she was, her back to him, her breathing getting even more difficult.
"Bend down!"
Charmaine moaned, but did as she was told, sliding her hands down her legs, spreading her feet just to keep her balance. Finally her hands gripped her ankles and she stared through her wide-spread legs at Charlie as he inspected her stretched ass-cheeks and long legs.
"Yeah," he said, "you're right, she does heal real well. You'd never think she had her ass whipped. That's a good sign. Okay, stand up."
Charmaine was trembling with humiliation which was giving way to rage. She wouldn't let them treat her like this, no matter what they did.
"Okay," Charlie said, "how about some cock-sucking? They say you got real good at it."
"Fuck off," Charmaine snarled. "I don't give a shit what you do, I'm not sucking your fuckin' cock." She put her hands on her hips and stared him down.
"Excellent," Rich said. 'Bring the bar over here."
"I told you,'' Charlie said, nothing but a bitch. Grade A bitch."
"Wait,'' Rich said easily.
Charmaine snarled as she saw the waist-high bar being pushed over by Kent and Will. She knew what it was for, but if they thought they would break her by whipping her, they were in for a surprise. She wouldn't crack like Jennie did the other day. Kent and Will left the bar a few feet away from Charlie's chair.
"Over it," Rich ordered.
"Fuck off!"
He grinned and Charmaine screamed as she was grabbed and forced over the padded bar.
"You shits, you fuckers, you shit-faced whores!" They forced her down, her hair almost brushing the floor. She squealed as they clipped her wrists to the ankles of the boots, and then pulled her ankles out, lashing them to the sides of the apparatus. "You won't break me, fuckers!"
Rich appeared beside the bar. He held a rod, nearly six feet long and tapering to a point. It trembled with each move he made. "Ready, whore?"
"Fuck off!" Charmaine screamed.
"Fuck off, master."
"Fuck off!"
"Good," he purred. He stepped behind Charmaine and laid the thin rod across her ass. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Fuck off, you stupid motherfucker!"
The thin rod lashed into Charmaine's ass.
She yelled, heaving, bucking on the bar as the most delicious pain surged over her. Another blow sent her screaming with delight. She had been right. She could take it. She would just go on cumming as long as they whipped her. She would beat them!
Another lash of the thin rod sent the bound blonde screaming and gyrating on the bar, her ass jerking back for the next stroke. It came, lashing her to the edge of the climax she wanted so badly.
"Fuck off, you bastards!" she screamed, her body heaving against the clips that held her. "You can't break me, do your fuckin' worst, you shit-eaters, do it!"
The cane landed again, and she gave a long drawn-out scream of lust as an orgasm began growing. One more stroke and it would crash over, give her the relief she wanted.
The cane didn't whip her. It stopped. Charmaine screamed, her ass jerking. She stared between her thighs as Rich stood there, just holding the thin, trembling rod.
"You shit, you wanna whip me, get on with it, you sadist, I can take it. I'll show you. Fucker!" Charmaine stared at the cane she needed so badly.
Rich grinned and came level with Charmaine, leaning down, whispering in her ear. "Now tell me how much you want it, whore!"
"Fuck off, do what you want with me, I won't tell you anything!" Charmaine screamed. Her ass heaved as she tried to cum and couldn't.
"Let me tell you," Rich said softly, chuckling at her. "If you go on like this, we're gonna whip you until you're just about to cum. All night. Then we'll stop and wait. I know you, whore, I know all about you. You want it so bad, but you just won't admit it."
"Fuck offff!"
In answer, Rich stood up and lashed her ass again. The pain erupted, surging out, sending her back to the unbearable brink of the climax she wanted so badly. "Now, you see how it's done?"
"You bastard!" Charmaine shook the bar as she twisted, her ass heaving up for the whipping that didn't come.
"If you're a good girl, and confess how much you want it, you can have it all," Rich said softly. "All the cock you want. You can be whipped while you get fucked, any way you want it. Just confess."
Charmaine screamed, trembling, sweat breaking out all over her body. She finally understood how they intended to break her, and she wasn't sure she could hold out against it.
Rich stood up and lashed her ass once more, sending her back to the shrieking edge of the climax that wouldn't break. "See how easy it is? I can keep this up all night."
"You fucker, you bastard!" Charmaine sobbed, her body erupting with the most depraved desire she had ever known. She stared at the whip, she wanted it so much she would crawl across the floor for it. Tears rolled down her face and her sobs got louder. "You bastard! You did this to me, you made me perverted!"
Rich chuckled. "I didn't do any such thing. I wish I could pervert any beautiful woman I wanted, but I can't. I can only show the repressed ones, the ones who want it but don't know it. That's you, whore, admit it, confess!"
"You bastard!"
Rich whipped her again, driving her into a screaming fit on the bar, her body shaking helplessly, trying to cum and failing.
"Ohhh, help meeee!" she wailed, tearing at the clips that held her wrists and ankles.
"Sure," he said, leaning down, "just confess,"
"All right!" Charmaine screamed. "I confess, I want it!"
"Want what?"
"I want to be whipped!" Charmaine screamed. "I want to be whipped, I confess, all right!"
"I confess, master!"
"I confess, master!" Charmaine screamed. Rich stepped back and lashed her ass, driving her back to the edge of the raging orgasm. But then came the stroke of the whip she needed so much. It catapulted her over the top, sending her screaming in the desperate relief she had needed for so long. Another blow drove more of the wonderful, depraved lust through her as the climaxes surged higher and she tossed across the bar, her ass lunging shamefully back for the thin rod.
"Oggghhh! Yesss, master!"
"Thank you, master!" Rich snapped, whipping her again.
Her hands straining at the clips holding her to the bar, her ass thrusting back as the cane lashed in, Charmaine gave herself up to the surging relief of the most intense orgasm of her life. Seven more strokes of the cane lashed her ass before she gave a scream of satisfaction, and peaked, rolling over into blissful moaning ecstasy, her ass a crimson mass of pain.
Rich stopped the whipping and grinned. ''Told you. She's all yours."
He went back to his chair and sat down, his cock ramming out of his robe.
"Lucy," he said, "come here."
Lucy walked over, her little dress flicking up, showing her pussy mound.
"You look like you need some relief after all that work," she purred. She sank to her knees and eased his cock out, slipping her hot mouth over the swollen, hard cock-head. Rich gave a low moan and lay back in his chair, watching Charmaine's next trial.
Thelma walked over to the sobbing, bound wife and untied her, letting Charmaine fall to the floor.
"Now," Thelma said, picking up the thin rod, "you ready to suck some cock?"
"Oh yes, mistress," Charmaine gasped, rolling on the floor. At the very mention of cock-sucking, new passion surged up in her.
"Up!"
Charmaine almost jumped to her feet, staring at the sadistic, black-haired woman.
"Bend over his cock," Thelma said. "Slowly, but don't touch it."
"Yes, mistress." Charmaine walked to Charlie's chair and leaned down over his huge, thrusting cock, leaning on the arms of the chair, her mouth just above the throbbing cock-head.
Thelma took the cane and ran it in front of Charmaine's mouth. "This is my man, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, mistress." Charmaine choked, her head swimming.
"So if I let you suck his cock, I should whip you at the same time for doing it, shouldn't I?" Thelma slid the cane back across Charmaine's trembling lips.
Charmaine groaned, struggling with her surging, overwhelming wave of passion. "Yes, mistress! Oh yes, you should whip me while I suck him!"
"So far so good." Thelma slid the cane right to Charmaine's lips. "Kiss it, and tell me how Charlie is now my man, and I can do whatever I like to you every time you touch his cock."
Charmaine shook from head to toe. Her legs went weak, she rocked in the spiked heels that were pushing up her ass, making it such a tempting target for the cane. "Yes, mistress, yes, he's your man, Charlie's your man, and you can do whatever you like to me any time I touch his cock."
Each depraved, submissive confession made her even more desperate for punishment.
"Oh, please let me suck his cock a lot, mistress." She moaned, kissing the rod slavishly, licking over the surface. "Then you can punish me a lot, you want to do that, don't you, mistress?"
"I only punish insolent slaves and bad girls. But if you want to please me, be a bad girl and beg for your punishment."
"I will, mistress!" Charmaine screamed, unable to believe she was doing this. With a groan of lust she sank her mouth over Charlie's cock, feeling the wonderful invasion of the hot hard flesh.
"Did I tell you to suck him yet?" Thelma snapped.
Charmaine shook her head, but she wasn't going to take her mouth off the cock.
The cane lashed her ass and, with a helpless scream of even greater submission, Charmaine sank her mouth right down the length of her husband's cock. It filled her throat, thrusting deep, filling her mouth with its wonderful length. She sucked it, her tongue running wild around the solid flesh as it throbbed and swelled in her mouth.
"Oh yeah!" Charlie moaned. "She has learned, she has learned real well." He thrust his cock up, grabbing Charmaine's blonde hair, filling her throat with his rock-hard cock.
Charmaine's throat muscles opened as the cane whipped her into an endless screaming orgasm. Each blow of the whip sent another crashing climax over her body. She was helpless before her lusts. Groaning, her ass driving up hard for the next blow, she sucked the cock deeper, her lips a perfect circle around the thick base. With another moan of lust, she stuck out her tongue, swirling it over Charlie's balls as his cock-head grew and got ready to shoot.
"Ohhh shit!" he yelled. "How did you do this, Rich? You're a fucking genius!"
"Hey," Rich yelled, "just gimme the contract, forget the flattery!"
Charlie took Lucy's head in his hands, pumped his cock into her mouth as he started to cum. "You got it! You want the whore too for a while?"
"Yeahhh!" Rich roared.
"You got it!" Charlie bellowed as his cock released a stream of hot cum into Charmaine's mouth.
Charmaine's mouth was around the base of his cock as her throat spasmed, sucking his cock-head deep and hard. She forced some of the cum back into her mouth as she heaved back for the next blow of the cane on her ass.
More thick ropes of cum filled Charmaine's throat. She gave shrieks of lust as the cane lashed her to a final, surging crest of orgasm and took her over. Screaming, she sank down, her mouth sucking at the oozing drops of jism still forming at the slit of Charlie's cock.
He held her head and raised it. "Not bad, kid, not bad at all."
"Thank you, master!"
"Now don't fuck it up," he added, "you do everything anybody tells you to do tonight."
"Yes, master!" Charmaine wept. It was terrible. Even the confessions sent her passion burning again, surging up over her body.
The cane tapped her ass. She turned to see Thelma standing there, a small piece of apparatus in front of her. It was bolted to the floor and only reached to waist height, but, springing from it, was the same sort of dildo that had been on the pillar where Rich had assfucked her.
Charmaine didn't have to be told what to do. She crawled over to the apparatus and lifted her pussy over the head of the dildo, ramming her soaking-wet cunt down on it, screaming as it filled her fuck-channel. She spread her knees on the floor, sliding the huge imitation cock farther into her pussy.
"Lean back, hold your ankles," Thelma said.
Charmaine bent back, her pussy pulling the dildo back with her. She grasped her ankles, her back arched, her tits thrusting upward.
Over on the sofa, Jennie had Kent ramming into her cunt while Will filled the little slave's mouth with his cock. Lucy was licking Rich's cock back to full hardness very rapidly, and he grinned at her as he watched Thelma slide the cane across Charmaine's tits.
"You sucked Charlie's cock before I told you to, didn't you?" Thelma said. "Shouldn't I whip your tits for that?"
"Oh, yes, mistress, I did, oh, please, whip my tits for that!"
Charmaine rammed down on the dildo and came, shaking helplessly as it filled her fuck-channel. The cane cut into her nipples, sending her shrieking into higher waves of orgasm.
"I'm gonna whip you until Charlie's hard again!" Thelma lashed Charmaine's quivering tit-globes hard. "Then you can lick my ass-crack while I fuck him. Then we'll see."
"Yes, mistress!" Charmaine screamed as another stroke sent orgasms surging out of her pussy. She was out of her mind with lust. Her body rammed down on the dildo and she came, endlessly, a slave to all their perverted desires.
