Hundreds of Americans are something they wish they weren't. The husband who becomes the polished man of the world because his wife adores the high-society scene, yet would be the first to admit that a can of beer and Monday night football would be more fulfilling. The minister who secretly covets the wealth he preaches against. The neighbor who belongs to numerous civic clubs and "worthy" organizations, yet is a beast in the kiss-or-be-killed world of business.
The roles people play are numerous, maybe because so many have so much to hide-like their insecurities, their income taxes, a blight in the past, or their moral behavior. Hypocrisy-is it a way of life for too many? Is this truly the Age of the Great Pretender?
If it is such an age, then the evangelist's wife in this story is the epitome of all pretenders. She hides her depraved desire behind the mask of respectability.
THE EVANGELIST'S WIFE IN HELL is a novel of today's society-its people, its problems, its pretenses.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"And the word of the Lawd is with you!" Donald Butcher yelled at his congregation. "You cannot escape the word of the Lawd!" He turned, the Bible in his hand, his smooth, good-looking face fired with enthusiasm. "Follow the word, and you shall see salvation!"
The congregation listened to his words as the choir of young, pretty girls started to sing the inspirational hymn. People crowded up to receive the blessing and Donald passed among them, a kind word for each.
To one side, his young wife Tammy stood and admired him from afar. It was almost time for her to give the blessing, and she was trembling as she thought of doing it in front of so many people. They had only just gone on local television, and she wanted to look her best.
She had prepared well enough. Naturally very attractive, she had set her waist-length brunette hair to flow in curling waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a pink outfit she had only bought the day before that made the most of her wonderful figure. There were lacy curls of material over her shoulders, the top was cut low at the back and also at the front.
It wasn't that it was daring or anything. There was more pink lace covering her modestly, even though she did have a wonderful pair of tits that pushed out her little bra and made the front of the lace heave with religious fervor every time she breathed. The outfit was cut tight at the waist, reaching down toward her thighs in more pink ruffles. Underneath it was a tight sheath skirt that came, to her knees and had a slit partway up her thigh. That was the bit that worried her, for the slit almost reached the tops of her stockings, and to reveal them would be utterly disgraceful. She had shown the outfit to Donald before she wore it and his eyes had flamed with that light that always made her nervous.
"Honey," the evangelist had said, "you look wonderful, a treat for the Lawd."
Still, Tammy was worried. There had been whispers about her being too beautiful for a minister's wife, even one about to hit the big time like Donald. Her wide-spread dark eyes, straight nose and high cheekbones were enough, but some people had said her mouth was too wide and sensual for her position. Tammy shivered at that. The mention of sensuality always made her shiver. If the rumor-mongers knew how pure she really was, they would stop.
It was only because of wifely duty that she let Donald have sex with her. She hated the act, that terrible male organ going into her soft body. At least, Donald was fast. He only took a minute or less to shoot that horrible stuff into her. The idea of men that Tammy had heard of, who could do it for hours, made her nearly faint with horror. She'd die with a man like that.
Before she knew it she had to come forward, eyes down, to the mike and say the blessing. Her legs were a little unsteady in her five-inch pink heels, and she held the mike stem hard. The members of the congregation were all around her, staring at her, but she managed to say the words and pull back in the glare of the light and the hard camera eyes. She was shivering again, and now she wasn't sure she wanted to share the fame that Donald was starting to get.
"Well, honey, whaddya think of that?" Donald chuckled as they drove home.
"Very nice," Tammy said, pulling the pink dress down over her knees.
"I got big ideas, honey, big ideas," Donald said, putting his hand on her knee. "Maybe tonight, honey, it's been almost a month."
His voice hoarse with lust, his fingers playing with her lower thigh.
Tammy was about to protest. After all, they had just been in church, and sex-even between husband and wife-was still dirty, whatever they said. But it had been a month, and it was her duty.
"Yes, darling," she said, "tonight."
Donald gasped and his hand tightened on her knee before he withdrew it and drove them the rest of the way home.
Tammy knew there was something wrong as they turned into the driveway. It was a big house, one they had been able to afford with Donald's growing success, and it still made Tammy feel guilty. She kept remembering all the biblical words about poverty, and here they were living in this mansion. But it wasn't that that scared her. It was something brooding about the place. She shrugged it off as Donald opened the door and they went in.
"I'll just get us a drink to relax, honey," he said, "and then-"
Sitting in one of the chairs in the main room with a very large glass of cognac in his hand was a tall, strong-faced man with fair hair and blue eyes. Sitting on the arm of the chair, pouting at him, swirling a finger in his hair was a very pretty, dark-haired girl Tammy recognized instantly as a slut. The girl had on a short blue dress that showed plenty of flesh above her blue stocking tops. The dress was open to show the cleavage of a large pair of tits, and her dark eyes drank in Donald and Tammy with obvious amusement. On either side of the man in the chair were two other men, one of medium height, balding, with a massive chest. He was between Donald and the door before either he or Tammy could move. And there was a tall dark man, standing and watching lazily, a glass of cognac in his hand, obviously very amused by Donald's fear.
"What are you ... who are you?" Donald gasped, turning to see that his escape was blocked. "Where are the guards?"
"We gave them a couple of days off, fully paid," the man in the chair said.
"Get out of my house!" Donald yelled, a note of hysteria in his voice.
The man laughed gently and ran his hand over the dark-haired girl's thigh. "Let me tell you why we're here."
"Just get out!"
"Don't you want me to talk about your tax returns for the last four years?" the man said.
Suddenly Donald trembled and stared at the man. "Who are you?"
"Never mind," the man said. "Now, we know what's been going on, money transferred into your own accounts, spent on this and that, you know."
"Honey, what is this?" Tammy moaned.
"Nothing, dear," Donald said, trying to smile.
"So we worked out that you owe the government over twenty thousand dollars." The man stopped to smile again. "But, what the hell, we're not gonna make you give that to the IRS. No, we figure that if you give it to us, then we'll forget to tell them. You know, with all the details." He picked up a thick folder and showed it to Donald. "The girls in Dallas-remember them?"
"You can't do this," Donald said weakly.
"Well, I tell ya something," the man said, leaning back again. "We all reckon that a weekend of fucking your wife would be easily worth twenty thousand dollars. So we figure that if you give her to us, then we'll call it even."
"Wh-what?" Donald whispered.
"Twenty thousand or her," the man said, pointing at the shivering Tammy.
"Honey, please, what's going on?" Tammy moaned.
"Yes, that's it, yes!" Donald gasped, twisting his foot on the carpet. "Yes! I don't have twenty thousand, yes, take her!"
"What? Donald, honey, how could you?" Tammy screamed, her hand over her lovely mouth. "You know how I hate..."
"Darling, for me, for the ministry," Donald said, rushing up to her, trying to put his arm around her. "It's only for one weekend, and think of the money I'd save. Why, you could even get that really nice dress you wanted, the one-"
"Donald, how could you!" Tammy sobbed in rising horror, staring at her husband, pushing him away. "What kind of a man are you?"
"The nastiest little shit in this part of the world," said the man in the chair, getting up, patting the dark-haired girl on the thigh. "You know, Donald, I knew you were a real ass-hole. Only a cunt-faced toad would give his wife over like that. Fuck, you disgust me!"
"You don't understand," Donald muttered, glancing desperately around. "The costs I have, the..."
"And because you disgust us so much, we've got a special punishment for you," the man said. "Okay, Darcie and Paulina, you can come in."
The door to the recreation room opened and two blondes came in. Tammy shivered and moaned, falling back against the wall, her mind spinning from her husband's betrayal and the sight of the women.
They were both blondes, both good looking, almost beautiful. One of them was much harder faced, her dark eyes staring at Donald as she advanced toward him. Her lips were tightly pursed and the nostrils of her straight nose flared with anger. She wore her hair piled up on her head.
The other woman wore her blonde hair curled over her shoulders. She waited for everything the other woman did, her softer face very like the dominating one but her lips more open, almost submissive.
But it was the clothes the women wore that made both Donald and Tammy shudder. The first one wore a tight black leather dress with a zipper down the front, already open to below her swelling tits. It was tight at the waist and flared over her ass, the hem ending well up her thighs, just below the tops of a pair of black leather, spike-heeled boots that covered her shapely legs like a second skin. On her head she had a black cap, pulled low over her eyes. Her assistant wore a more feminine outfit, though it was also black. A lacy dress clung to her body as tightly as the leather one to the first woman's. Black stockings and six-inch-heeled open shoes completed the outfit.
But the real terror was that both the women carried whips, long curling whips that lay in their hands with practiced skill.
The first woman strode close to Donald.
"You little shit," she said and spat in his face.
"What are you doing? Leave my house," Donald said weakly.
"Over to you, Darcie," the man said as he sat back in his chair.
"Thank you, Michael," the dominating blonde said. "On your knees, you disgusting slug!" she snapped at Donald.
"No, no! What are you doing?" Donald asked, backing up toward the door and the massive, barrel-chested man.
The whip cracked inches from Donald's nose and he stopped, trembling all over. Tammy stared at her husband who seemed to have lost all his self-assurance, everything that made him a man.
The other woman tossed her whip to Donald, and he dropped it on the carpet.
"Pick it up!" Darcie snapped. "I don't want you going around saying two women beat you with whips when you didn't have one. Go on, shit-face!"
Donald trembled as he reached down and picked the whip up. "But I don't know how to use it."
"Learn, cunt-face. Now, attack me-or get on your knees."
Darcie stepped back a bit. Donald hesitated, his face red and flushed, his eyes flicking around helplessly. Then, with a scream, he rushed at Darcie, the whip lashing through the air.
Darcie slid the swinging whip tail over her shoulder, side-stepped and lashed Donald across the back as he stumbled past. He yelled and lost his balance, falling to the carpet. Before he could turn, the whip was cutting across his back and into his shoulders. He screamed, tried to turn, put his hands over his face as the whip continued to flick in over his body, lashing him through his expensive suit. But the whip went on and he backed up, screaming in pain until he was crouched against the wall, sobbing and shivering.
"Fuck, what a wimp," Darcie said in disgust and turned away, tossing Donald her whip.
Before he could pick it up, the other woman was standing over him, her legs spread, her whip back in her hand.
"Your turn," she said.
"No mercy, Paulina," Darcie urged.
"Don't worry, not with this one," Paulina snarled.
Very slowly, Donald got up, terror all over his face. He held the whip up and rushed at Paulina, screaming as he had before.
Paulina tripped him and had her whip wound around his neck before he hit the floor. He gagged and pulled at the leather, but Paulina rammed her spiked heel against his back and pulled on the whip, tightening it around his neck.
From her place near the wall, crouching, terrified out of her mind in her pink outfit, Tammy could see that Paulina wasn't wearing any panties. Her skirt was up until the creamy white of her upper thighs and ass were visible. It added a terrible note of depravity to the whole nightmare.
"Get your pants off," Darcie demanded, standing over Donald, lashing him on the ass with her whip.
He screamed and jerked, but he jerked up into Paulina's spiked heel and subsided at once, moaning softly.
"Do it," Darcie said.
Donald grabbed for his belt, undoing it, his face pressed into the carpet, his neck wound with the whip.
"Now your jacket," Darcie said as Donald finally struggled out of his pants.
They let him stand up for that. With the whip still around his neck, and the other one curled and waiting, he stripped off his jacket, shirt, shoes and socks. Finally it came to his underwear, and he whimpered as he slid them down his pale, spidery legs. Then he stood naked, and Tammy could see that he really was a wimpy specimen. She'd never really looked at his body before. He disguised his flabby body in the well-cut suits that he paid for with the money the faithful sent him.
"Fuck," Darcie said, striding around the sniveling preacher. "Not much to work with." She took hold of Donald's limp cock and pulled at it, getting a moan from him. "How big does 'this thing get, honey?" she asked Tammy. "Or don't you ever look? God wouldn't like you to look, huh?" She laughed and squeezed Donald's balls until he gave a strangled moan and fell to the floor. "Come on, you shit-faced pimp! Come and learn how to serve two mistresses!"
She giggled at her own joke as Paulina heaved on the rope. Darcie whipped Donald's naked ass as he struggled across the floor, his hands trying to pull at the whip around his neck while he crawled and gasped. They dragged him through the door into the recreation room and closed the door. It was a heavy door and his scream was muffled as it slammed shut.
Tammy stood and shivered in terror against the wall. Suddenly her lovely pink outfit seemed to outline every curve of her lovely body for their disgusting eyes. She could see how people might think her body was sexual now, not just beautiful. She tried to cover herself. From beyond the doors came a faint slap of a whip and a muffled scream from Donald.
"You heard what hubby said," Michael chuckled, still sliding his hand over the dark-haired girl's thigh. "We get you now."
"No, no, please!" Tammy gasped, trying to sink into the wall. "You don't understand my husband. He meant..."
"He meant that money means more to him than you do," Michael said. "Now, we're gonna have you anyway, so why don't you get up on the table and take that lovely outfit off?"
"No, no! We have people coming around, and they'll tell the police. Let me go!"
Michael laughed. "We checked. You're taking a few days off, right? No interruptions? Right? So cut the shit and get up on the table."
They knew all about their plans to be alone for a few days. Tammy hadn't been too pleased about the idea, since it would mean that she'd have to give Donald more sex than usual. But that was nothing beside the horror facing her now.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, n trying to gain time.
"Show her, Carla," Michael said.
The sexy little dark-haired girl got up off the chair arm and paraded out into the middle of the room, showing her body off with each pace. Standing up, she looked even better than she had on the chair arm, and all three men were paying full attention to her long legs, tight waist and swelling tits.
"Don't you know how to take clothes off?" Carla sneered at Tammy.
Grinning, her lips in a sensual pout, she opened the button of her dress that held the material over her tits. The lacy cups of her little blue bra came into view as she moved on down, opening the dress to her waist. Parading around, making sure the men saw it all, she slid her belt off and then worked the shoulders of the dress down her arms, revealing her luscious figure inch by inch.
"Slowly, bitch," she told Tammy. "Give them a good show."
She stepped out of the dress, holding it up over her legs until she was ready to drop the flimsy little nothing on the thick carpet. Then she took hold of her tits in the little uplift bra, playing with them, sashaying around, showing the men every curve of her body in nothing but her bra, panties and stockings.
She paraded back to the chair and sat on the arm. Then she did something so disgusting that Tammy almost threw up. She opened her thighs and ran her fingers over the tight material of her panties, just where it covered her pussy. Tammy turned away in horror.
"Say no," Car la whispered. "I wanna hear you scream."
Tammy shuddered and looked around at the three men. There was no doubt that she was in for some terrible horror. The barrel-chested one stood spread-legged by the door, his arms crossed, the most terrible cock-bulge in the front of his pants. The third one took a sip of the cognac and smiled nastily at Tammy, his eyes all over her.
"On the table," Michael said from his chair.
"No, no, not that!" Tammy gasped, clutching her little pink top around her tits, wishing she wasn't wearing something so revealing.
"He gives us the money, you give us your body," Michael said. "Now, on the table."
"No, please!" Tammy gasped, then screamed as the barrel-chested man grabbed her from behind. "No, stop it!"
She screamed as he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and hustled her to the edge of the long table that held all their religious magazines, inspirational tracts and such.
"Yeah, on the edge, Luis," Michael said.
The barrel-chested man chuckled as he pushed Tammy face-down over the edge of the table. Tammy screamed and struggled helplessly, but he pushed her farther onto the hard wooden surface, forcing her legs open around the table corner.
"Nooo, please, I'll get you the money!" Tammy pleaded in vain.
Her tight sheath skirt was threatening to tear as her legs were forced wider open on the table edge. The material was light and she knew it wouldn't hold for long. Apart from that, bending over was pulling the hem up above her knees and also pushing her wonderful, shapely ass out.
"Get her hand, Noel!" Luis yelled, holding Tammy down with one enormous hand.
He held her where the folds of the outfit fell away, and Tammy squirmed at the feel of his hard hand in her naked back. But that was nothing to the horror that then started for the helpless preacher's wife.
Noel grabbed her right hand and slipped a pair of handcuffs over her wrist. He pulled on a rope that reached from the other ring to the cuffs, and her arm was pulled out along the table top until her body dragged after it.
Her legs were spread wider open, the slit of her skirt ripped along the seam a little, and she sobbed as she felt Luis's enormous cock pressing into the crack of her ass. Even through his pants and her skirt and panties, she could feel the massive thickness of the man's prick. Shivers of horror passed through the helpless wife.
Noel took her other hand, cuffs went around her wrist and the rope pulled out until she was pulled along the table, her arms aching, the cuffs biting into her wrist. Tammy kicked and wept, but Luis was still leaning on her.
"Knock it off, cunt," he snapped and slapped Tammy across her heaving ass.
"Aaahhh!" Tammy screeched as the pain rushed through her body. His hand was hard and the impact really hurt. "Don't do that!"
He laughed and Tammy screamed as Noel took hold of one of her ankles and slid a rope around it.
"No, please, you can't!" she sobbed, but the rope went around a table leg and Noel took her other, slim, shapely ankle.
Noel pulled the ropes around two of the table legs, spaced wide apart. Then he paced back a little and tugged on them. Tammy screamed in horror, for the ropes rasped around the table legs and stretched her legs open harder while her high heels pulled the delicious curves of her legs into even more alluring shapes. The slits on her skirt tore a little more and the tops of her pink stockings could be seen, stretched tightly on her long legs. The corner of the table pressed into her pussy through the tight skirt, and she groaned at the horror she faced. She managed to turn her head and look down. The outline of her suspender straps and clips were clearly outlined in the stretched material of her skirt.
"Fuck, I can't stand this," Luis grunted, running his hands over Tammy's tight ass. "I gotta have something!"
"You horny fucker," Michael chuckled.
Tammy screamed as she saw that he had a thin rod in his hand. It trembled as he moved and made her sick to look at.
"That's the trouble with Luis," Michael went on, ignoring Tammy's staring eyes. "He's just gotta have it. Take Carla, Luis. She's always up for a cock."
Carla purred and paraded up to the side of the table, right in the view of Tammy's terrified eyes.
"Honey," she purred to Luis, "you wanna take my bra and panties off?"
"Yeah!" Luis growled as he worked his jeans off.
His eyes scanned Carla's lovely body. He almost ripped his lumberjack shirt and boots away. Then he pulled his briefs off, in Tammy's view, and she fell back to the table top, sobbing in horror.
"Don't worry, honey, you'll get a shot at it," Michael said.
Luis's cock was massive, nine inches of thick fuck-meat at least, and as thick as Tammy's wrist. The idea of being fucked by that monster sent Tammy into shivering spasms of horror. She vowed that she would rather die than take that thing in her soft little cunt.
But Carla was drooling as she ran her hand over the guy's massive prick. "Urrhh, baby, come on," she purred.
And Luis did just that. His brutal hands went to Carla's little quarter-cup bra and pulled. The clasp ripped at once and Carla gave a gurgle of lust, thrusting her big, swelling tits at his hands. She moaned and bent down over the table, her legs spread, her panty-covered pussy waving at Luis. She picked up Tammy's head by a handful of her long brunette hair.
"Watch this, you stuck-up cunt!" she said.
Tammy was forced to watch as Luis came up behind Carla and grabbed her panties.
"This is how real men handle you," Carla said.
The brutal Luis heaved and her panties tore off her ass in one long ripping sound. Luis threw them aside and advanced on Carla's pussy.
"Spank me!" Carla gasped. "Just a bit!"
Luis growled and lifted his massive hand. As Carla drew Tammy's tear-streaked face to hers, he spanked the hot little nympho hard, the sound ringing off the walls.
"Urrrhhmmm!" Carla gasped, her ass heaving as a red blush spread over it. "Ohhh, I just love it!" Another six hard slaps landed on her ass and she moaned and gasped at each of them, her body lurching for more. "Uuuhhh, baby, give it to me!"
"Bitch!" Luis gasped as he spanked Carla with his enormous hard hand. "Fuck, that's enough."
He gripped her tossing, red ass-cheeks. His thick cock ran over the entrance of her tight little cunt and he pushed.
"Urrrhhh, yesss!" Carla gasped as his thick fucker slammed into her hot wet cunt. "Come on, fuck the shit outa me, honey, yeaaahhh!"
The two of them clung together, heaving on the table top, Luis's cock fucking into the depths of Carla's spasming cunt.
"Now it's your turn," Michael said, appearing in Tammy's field of vision again. "You just tell me when you really want to get up on the table and strip for us."
"No, I won't! You can't, please, no!" Tammy screamed. "You can't force me, I won't, no, I'll never do it!" Her stockinged legs shook in her high heels.
"Oh, you will, you'll beg me," Michael chuckled.
Noel pulled on the ropes harder and Tammy wailed as her legs were stretched even farther apart and the slit of her skirt tore just a little more. She tried to hid her ass as she craned her neck and felt Michael running the horrible rod over her tight flesh. But the movement rammed her pussy into the table edge, and that felt so obscene that she stopped and lay there, sobbing while Carla moaned and gasped beside her as Luis reamed her sucking cunt out.
"Now, you just beg to strip when you're ready," Michael said softly.
"Never, no, never!" Tammy screamed. She sobbed and stared along the table top, determined not to give in. From the other room, she heard another faint scream from her husband.
But then there was a slight swishing soundand the most terrible agony she had ever known burst out of her stretched ass-cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
"Aaaghhhh!"
Tammy's scream rang around the room. She jerked on the table top, her legs trembling with the force of the blow. The handcuffs cut into her wrists, but she hardly noticed that in the surging agony that rushed out of her ass. It was as if Michael had laid a red-hot iron on her ass-flesh and neither her dress nor her slip below that were any protection from the pain. "No, please, no, no, aaaaaggghh!" she screamed as the rod whipped into her stretched ass-cheeks again.
Noel yanked on the ropes and Tammy's legs were forced a little wider apart, the seam of her expensive outfit tearing a little more. Now the slit was above her stocking tops, showing the lacy straps of her suspenders.
"Ready to get up on the table?" Michael snarled, lashing the bound evangelist's wife with a vicious stroke of the rod. The thin hard rubber whipped into her skirt with such force it began to tear across her ass, the material fraying along the thin line of agony.
"No, no, please! You can't, please, I'll give you money, I'll-aggghh!" Tammy writhed on the table top, her legs aching, her wrists tearing in the handcuffs, her ass a boiling sea of pain. "Please, for the love of-aaagghghh! Please, please!"
"We wanna see your tits, bitch," Michael laughed. "And your pussy, and we wanna fuck your brains out, got that?" He lashed the weeping, sobbing wife with a vicious stroke that cut across her tight ass-cheeks as Noel heaved on the ropes.
"Urrrghh!" Tammy screamed as she jerked, her arms straining against the terrible metal handcuffs. Her legs were forced wider open, the hem of her tight skirt ripping a little more until the hem of her slip could be seen by the depraved men torturing her. "Please, please, I have money!"
But the rod whipped her again and she screamed and fell forward, panting into the hard top of the table.
Beside Tammy, Luis was ramming his rock-hard fucker into Carla's sucking hot cunt. He was panting, heaving her up off her feet with each slamming fuck-thrust of his cock. His hands gripped her tossing ass-cheeks, digging deep into the red flesh where he'd spanked her.
"Go on, Michael, whip the bitch! I come like hell when she screams!"
"Yeah, Michael, whip her!" Carla urged, jerking her ass back at Luis as she spasmed with rising lust. "Come on, I wanna hear her scream, too!" She sighed and gasped, her large, spread tits pressing into the table top.
"No, no, please, help me!" Tammy screamed as the rod cut her heaving ass, breaking open a gash about an inch long in her skirt. Below it, the glow of her crimson ass could be faintly seen.
Michael chuckled cruelly as he lashed the rod at his captive.
Tammy's screech of agony echoed off the walls as the thin rod lashed her ass, opening the tear in her skirt another half inch or so. Then Michael changed his direction, moving the lash of the rod up to the crest of her straining ass and then down to the base, where her ass-curve met the flesh of her thighs. At each beat, Tammy jerked and screamed, lurching madly on the table top, her arms pulling at the handcuffs until there was a red stain of bloody skin on her wrists.
"Yeah, Michael!" Luis bellowed, his cock heaving at Carla's cunt, the cum surging out of his balls in his lust as he watched the bound wife jerk and listened to her screams of agony. "Oooh, fuck! Whip her! Lemme hear her beg for it!"
He jerked and his cock spat a stream of hot cum juice deep in Carla's wet cunt.
"Urrghh, yes, Michael! Oh, do it, yes!" Carla screamed, tossing and heaving on the table top as the cock in her cunt shot thick wads of jism. "One more and I'll come-yessssss!" Michael whipped Tammy and the scream of the bound woman sent Carla into a spasm of climax. "Urrrhhh, yes! Ooohhh, Michael, Michael, Michael!"
Carla came, thrusting her cunt back to take the full length of Luis's cock as it creamed in her sucking pussy.
"Woooowwww!" Luis yelled as he came, his cock spurting fuck-juice all over Carla's hot pussy-walls.
He heaved her up on his cum-shooting cock, holding the little dark-haired nympho's feet off the floor as he shot the last creamy wads of his jizz. He gasped, his hips jerking, his cock sliding and ramming deep into Carla's fuck-passage. He growled as his balls ran out of jism. He slowly let the gasping, moaning blonde down onto the floor and she lay across the table, her wide eyes staring at the sobbing Tammy.
"Ready for a cock, bitch?" Carla asked.
Tammy moaned, then screamed as another hard blow sent her jerking on the table top. Her head fell, her eyes stared along the hard surface of the table and she heard a faint scream from Donald, muffled by the doors. But that hardly mattered to the suffering young wife.
Michael came up and leaned over her, his mouth close to her sobbing lips. "You don't want any more of that, do you?"
"No, please, please, I'll give you money, I will!" Tammy wept.
"Then get up on the table and do what we say."
"No, please, don't make me, no!" Tammy screamed as Michael leaned back.
But nothing stopped the man. He whipped the rod into her ass and Tammy wailed in agony as her sore ass was beaten yet again. At the same time, Noel pulled hard on the ropes, and her legs were forced even farther apart and her skirt seam ripped another inch. She knew her little lacy slip was now visible, but that wasn't the worst of it. Her pussy was slammed hard into the top of the table, and every time she rubbed it on the hard wood a spasm of strange satisfaction rushed over her. It made the beating bearable-but she knew it was sinful, so she did her best to resist it.
"Ready?" Michael asked, his voice dripping kindness.
Tammy's pussy rubbed into the edge of the table top and she gurgled as the strange spasm rocked her. But it was bad, it was the sort of thing that could send her to hell.
'No!" she wailed. "No, please, don't, please!"
She moaned and sobbed as he stepped back and lashed the rod once more across her tight ass-cheeks. The agony surged over her and her pussy rubbed against the table top, the two sensations surging together and blending. She was mewling and moaning, her ass circling as she rubbed her cunt over the hard wood, trying to ease the pain.
"No, no, no!" she screamed to herself and stopped. "Yes, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
It was better to endure the sexual perversion of these monsters than risk the fires of hell, she knew that. God wouldn't punish her for submitting when there was no choice.
"Good," Michael said gently. "Let her go, boys."
Tammy sobbed and wept as Noel undid her ankles and Luis opened the handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists as soon as they were free, moaning at the sight of the smear of blood on them. But it was her ass that burned the worst, and she rubbed it as hard as she could, discovering the rip in the material.
"This cost three-hundred dollars," she wept, turning, trying to see the cut over her ass. "You ruined it."
Michael laughed as he sat in a chair and patted the arm. Instantly Carla was over and sitting close to him, her fingers running in his hair.
"Fuck it," he chuckled. "We whip the shit outa her, and she worries about her skirt. "Hey," he said, turning to Carla, "did you clean your cunt out?"
"Me? No," Carla pouted. She crossed her legs tightly. "I'm saving it."
Michael chuckled louder. "Yeah," he said. "Okay, bitch, up on the table."
Tammy found a chair and climbed up on the table with great difficulty. Her legs were woozy, her whole body trembled from the beating, and she was shaking with terror on top of that. She stood on the table top, trying to stop her high heels from digging into the perfect polish.
The worst of the men was Luis, for he sat in a chair, shamelessly rubbing his cock as he watched her. Noel reclined on one of their best sofas, his drink in his hand, sipping as he took her in. He seemed almost remote from the lusts of the other men, but Tammy could see that he too had a massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants. To the desperate wife, his prick looked even bigger than Luis's.
"Slowly," Michael said, snapping Tammy back to her present terror.
With her hands trembling, she reached up and ran her fingers over the ruffles that spanned her shoulders. She loved those ruffles, they were so feminine. Trying to put off the terrible moment, she ran her fingers down the divide of the lacy top, feeling for the first button in the lace. Though she didn't know it, her hesitation was turning the men on like crazy, and Michael gave a growl of lust as she undid the first button, right between her swelling tits.
Michael gasped, his ass jerking in the chair. "Hey, I can't take this," he said to Carla. "Get down there and show the bitch how to suck cock."
Carla pouted at him. "But I wanted to watch, too."
"Did you hear me, cunt?" Michael yelled.
With another pout, Carla slid off the chair arm and went to her knees between his legs. She reached up and pulled at the zipper of his pants, easing it down with sulky expertise.
"You could be over the table too, you snitty cunt!" Michael warned her, but she ignored the threat, reaching in and pulling out his cock.
Standing on the table with her fingers at the next button of her pink outfit, Tammy almost threw up at the sight. Not only was Michael's cock another monster, but Carla was kneeling there, running her tongue over the man's cock-head. Tammy knew you went to hell for that-there was no way out of oral sin. Or that other sin she didn't even dare think about. Her fingers shook as she eased out the button, her staring eyes on the kneeling Carla as she ran her whole mouth over Michael's cock-head, slipping the glossy prick-knob between her lips and sucking on it gently as he looked up at Tammy.
"Looking forward to sucking cock?" he chuckled.
"No! Please, that's a mortal sin!" Tammy moaned, her fingers somehow finding the next button of her top and opening it. "You can go to hell for that."
"Yeah," Michael laughed, totally unfazed, "but it's so much fun. Now get that top off, bitch. I wanna see your tits better."
Tammy shuddered at his tone. She knew she was helpless now, because hell didn't hold any terrors for these men.
She undid the button and her top opened, all the lacy ruffles falling to the side, held now only by a single button at her waist. Her little lacy slip was showing, the semi-transparent material barely disguising the outline of her little quarter-cup uplift bra. It reminded her again that the way she dressed could be seen as sexy and provocative rather than just fashionable. Now she wished she'd listened to the people who'd criticized her.
Michael grinned as his cock slid in and out of Carla's expert lips. He stared harder as Tammy undid the last button and let her little top slide wide open, showing the wonderful curves of her body even better. He kept his eyes on the beautiful brunette as she slid the top slowly down her arms, the ruffles and lace moving down an inch at a time as she unwittingly provoked the men even further. Her tits pushed out against the material of her slip as she let the top fall to the table top.
Now they could see the tightness of the wide belt that encircled her waist, the full delicious curves of her whipped ass and legs in the tight skirt. The rips in the seam had run so high that several inches of her slip were visible as she tearfully reached for her belt and pulled it open.
Michael grinned again and his cock jerked in Carla's mouth as Tammy unzipped the back of her pink skirt and opened it to work it over her hips. She stared terrified at the wall, wondering how she had reached this terrible point of stripping for the lusts of men. She worked the skirt down, revealing the lovely lacy pink slip under it and her stockings beyond that. The curves of her thighs had never looked better as she stepped out of the pink skirt and let it drop beside her top. She stared down at her lovely outfit and sobbed. Now all she had left on was her slip, stockings, shoes, bra and panties.
"Come here," Noel said.
Tammy started, turning to find the tall dark-haired man right at the edge of the table behind her. She trembled at the sight of him. There was a sort of power coming from him that turned her guts to water. Slowly, she stepped over to the edge of the table and stood, her pussy just at the level of his face.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Tammy moaned as she obeyed, sliding her high heels out on the polished surface, trying not to mark it. But there were chips already in the highly reflective surface, and each movement of her high heels made more of them. She stopped, her legs apart, her hands over her tits.
"Slide the hem of your slip up a little," Noel said, his fingers playing with the top of Tammy's stockings.
"Please," she whispered, her thigh shaking at the horrible touch of a man.
"Do as I say, or else," he said, sliding his finger inside the lacy suspender strap that clung to Tammy's thigh.
Tammy moaned, but she knew she couldn't take any more of that rod. She slowly slid her fingers down over her tits, down to her slim waist.
"Yes," Noel said, "just like that. Do it just like that and really turn me on." His fingers eased up under the suspender strap, easing it out a little, moving up toward Tammy's pussy.
She choked, only now realizing how much her terrified actions were arousing the men. With her fingers shaking horribly, she worked them over her pussy, pressing against the material of her slip, showing the outline of her spread thighs and the swell of her pussy-mound. Noel nodded in approval and she moved on, reaching the lacy hem of her little pink slip. It only just reached her stocking tops anyway, and she knew how much the view of her legs was arousing Noel. With a sob, she eased it up a little, showing the creamy white of her thighs, the material creasing above her hands as she showed more and more of her flesh.
"Fuck, I gotta see this," Michael snapped. He pulled Carla's mouth off his cock and stood up. "Come over here." He hauled her to her feet by an arm.
"Fuck it, Michael, hold off!" Carla protested as she was dragged close to the other end of the table, where Noel's fingers were playing with
Tammy's thighs as the helpless wife stood on the table and sobbed.
"You're getting above yourself," Michael snarled as he slammed Carla back to her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth. "I'll hand you over to Darcie and Paulina when they've finished with Mr. Wonderful."
Carla moaned and her head shook from side to side as she sucked his cock. "No, no, I'll be good."
"Get on with it," he said.
Carla's soft lips sank deep on his prick, sucking at the hard cock-flesh as she caressed the rest of his cock-shaft with her skillful fingers. She knew how he wanted it, slow and easy, and she kept her mouth circling on his prick-knob, sucking as she ran her tongue over the throbbing flesh. Her hands ran up and down his thick prick-shaft, and she slowly moved one of them deep into his pants to caress his balls.
"Yeah," he growled. "That's better."
Tammy shuddered and wept as Noel's fingers crept slowly up her thigh and ran over the stretched material of her panties. She had never felt so violated in her life, and she had to bite her Up to keep from screaming in horror.
Then Noel looked up at her and grinned, his finger pushing at the tight entrance of her cunt through the silky material of her briefs.
"You're wet," he said. "You know what that means?"
Tammy would never admit it, but she knew. Sluts got wet when they fucked, because they were full of lust, not like ladies. A wave of terror and repulsion shook her. Before she knew what she was doing, she was staggering back on the table, screaming at Noel.
"Get your hands off me, you brute! No! You'll go to hell for this!"
"Sure," he said, "but I'm getting into your panties first. Now get back here!"
"No, no!" Tammy screamed and tried to get off the table.
"Don't do it," Noel warned.
But Tammy was out of her mind with a mixture of terrors that were well out of control. She sobbed as she grabbed a chair and stepped down on it, almost falling to the floor, then rushing in a screeching panic at the door to the rec-room.
It opened in her hand and she reeled back, screaming in horror.
Donald was spread-eagled on the floor, facedown, his arms and legs lashed to bolts that had been screwed into the hand-laid parquet flooring. Darcie stood over him, the whip in her hand, her spiked heel rammed right up his ass. His ass was crimson from the beatings and there was blood on it where the sadistic women had whipped him. Sitting on the floor at his head was Paulina, her legs spread around his face, her hands holding his hair as she rammed his face all over her pussy.
"Now do it good, honey, or big bad momma will whip you again," Paulina crooned. "Come on, make me feel real good, I love having my pussy sucked." She looked up at Tammy. "You know, your hubby sucks cunt real well if you train him right. Look."
Tammy was so terrified she couldn't move. She didn't notice Noel standing behind her, leather bonds in his hands. All she could see was Darcie fucking her spiked heels cruelly in Donald's ass.
Donald moaned and gave a scream that bubbled out of Paulina's wet cuntal flesh.
"Deeper, honey!" Paulina gasped. "Oh, big bad momma's gonna have to whip you. You don't do well enough, naughty boy, but don't cry-you just suck pussy."
Donald struggled and screamed, but Darcie lifted the whip above his ass and lashed it down, cutting another deep welt across the suffering preacher's ass-flesh. Donald's body flopped up and down on the floor, but he sucked harder at Paulina's cunt, and then she leaned back, satisfied for the moment.
"Not bad. Now tongue-fuck my cunt," she ordered.
And the moaning, beaten preacher obeyed his terrible mistresses.
Tammy jerked and screamed as the bonds slipped over her wrists, and she turned to face Noel.
"Very silly," he said. "You'll have to learn real discipline now."
"No, I was stupid, I'm sorry," Tammy whined.
But he pulled her back into the main room and shut the door. The sounds of Donald's pain became remote and muffled again.
Noel gripped the sobbing wife by her hair and hustled her over to the table. Beside her, Michael fucked his cock in and out of Carla's mouth, his eyes devouring the delicious curves of the weeping, begging Tammy.
"You're going to learn," Noel said, "however long it takes. If you want to learn now, do as I say. If you don't, then fight me. Get on your back on the table."
"Urrrhhh!" Michael moaned and gripped Carla's dark hair, thrusting his cock in and out of her sucking lips with increasing fury. "Fuck her, Noel!"
Noel grinned as Tammy backed away from him, almost ending up falling onto Luis's cock before she had a clear thought. She knew she had to resist. That way, God would excuse her for the things she was forced to do.
"No, no! I don't care what you do!" she screamed.
Noel grinned and pulled on the rope that still ran to the bonds on Tammy's wrists. She screamed, but he was so much more powerful than she was that he caught her and threw her on her back on the table in seconds. She screamed and struggled, but Luis came to help, his massive cock swelled and ready to fuck again. Her wrists were still held by the bonds and she struggled in vain to get them loose as the two men pulled her legs right over her head, spreading them as they went.
Tammy screamed and begged, but it did no good. Her shapely legs were pulled down until her toes touched the table top on either side of her head. Her tendons and muscles throbbed with the pain, she wept and begged, wriggling, trying to get the pressure off her doubled-over body. But the men lashed leather straps around her ankles and then put them around the tops of the corner table legs. They pulled them tight and Tammy was trapped, her shoulders pressed into the hard wood, her ass and pussy up in the air, protected only by her pink panties, her legs spread horribly wide.
"No, no, you can't, please!" she begged, struggling, even though things then got a lot worse.
Noel put a wide leather collar around her neck. She wept and sobbed, but he twisted her a little until her head was over the edge of the table, her neck bent, her long brunette hair falling to the carpet.
While Luis re-adjusted the ropes around her ankles, Noel clipped a chain leash to the collar. It was a thick chain and the sheer weight of it made it almost impossible for Tammy to lift her head. She moaned and sobbed, but screamed when she saw Noel standing over her. He carried in his hand a whip with a short handle and a great many tightly knotted tails.
Almost casually, he draped the tails over Tammy's tits as they heaved in the top of the little slip and bra.
"Do you know what these are?" he said and showed Tammy a couple of tiny clips. They had serrated jaws and screws that opened and closed them.
"No," she whispered.
"My little innocent," he said softly. "Don't worry, you won't be innocent for long." He leaned down close to Tammy. "When I've finished with you, you'll know just about everything there is to know about depravity." He smiled. "You'll have done it all."
"No, oh, God!" Tammy whined as he reached into the top of her slip, his fingers moving into the open cup of her bra. "No, don't, you can't!"
She pushed at his hands. Instantly he slapped her face hard, jerking her head to the side and then back, getting a horrible sob from the helpless wife.
"Your hands are free to help you, bitch," Noel growled. "Help you work my cock. You fuck around and make me tie them up and I'll make you scream until every last drop of my cum's gone down your throat. Take them away!"
"No!" Tammy screamed and pushed at his hands. Without really knowing what she was doing, she pulled his hand to her mouth and bit it.
"You bitch!" he yelled, and his enormously strong hands forced her jaw open. "You stupid bitch!" He slapped her face again, driving her head to the side, rolling it on the table edge.
She screamed and stared up at him with foggy vision as her head steadied.
"Fuck," he said. "Now you're in for it." But there was a strange note of admiration in his voice.
CHAPTER THREE
"No, no," Tammy whispered in absolute terror. "What are you going to do to me?"
Noel chuckled and took up one of the tiny clips. "I'm going to teach you about pain, bitch," he said.
"No, please, I'm sorry," Tammy sobbed, but Noel ignored her words.
He grabbed her arm, twisting it viciously as he clipped the handcuffs back on her wrist. From there, it was only a moment before the rope attached to the cuffs was wound around the top of a table leg and Tammy was screaming as he reached for her other arm. Her wails of terror got her nowhere. Soon her other wrist was tied up, her arms stretched out along the table top, her body now totally helpless.
Noel took the tiny clip and slid it slowly under the lacy top of her slip, reaching for her tits.
"Oh, no, no, don't do that, please! I didn't mean it!" Tammy screeched.
But Noel's fingers were already pushing under the top of her bra, reaching for her lovely tight little nipples. She was straining against the ropes that held her legs, pushing them upward with all her force. But she couldn't move, and the collar was tight around her neck. She gasped and moaned as she felt Noel's fingers rolling her nipple while he pushed her bra out of the way with his other hand. Then he took the little clamp and slid the jaws over her nipple, teasing her squirming tit-flesh.
"I'm going to teach you to obey," he said, his voice so soft and reasonable it made Tammy sob louder at the desperate situation she was in.
To make matters worse, Michael had his cock rammed right down Carla's throat as he watched. His hands were in her hair and he grunted as his thick fuck-rod vanished into her sucking throat. He growled, his ass heaving faster as he watched Noel slowly close the clamps on Tammy's nipples.
Tammy wept as the tiny jaws began to tighten on her tit-flesh. The pain was slow to take off, since the screw closed the jaws very little with each turn, and Tammy's screams and pleas were more in expectation than agony. But the clamps continued to close, the serrated metal jaws gripping Tammy's nipple flesh, then crushing it as Noel turned the screw with deliberate force.
"Oooohh, God!" Tammy screamed, her head twisting on the table edge as the agony really began to rush out of her crushed nipple. "Please, I'll do anything, anything, but not that, please!"
Noel turned the screw once more and then took hold of the end of the clamps. The tiny jaws gripped Tammy's nipple as he pulled, stretching her tit out as she screamed and wailed, heaving on the table top. His hands were hidden inside her slip, but Michael knew what was going on and he gave a great roar of lust, his cock speeding up in Carla's mouth.
"Yeahhhh, Noel, do it to the bitch, do it!" he yelled, gripping Carla's hair, his prick thrusting deep into her throat.
Carla knelt at his feet, her large tits bobbing as she sucked to the demands of her master, her soft lips easing down his cock until they were around the thick base, her nose in his crotch-hair. Then she eased back as his cock-thrusts got wilder and wilder, letting her hand do the work, her fingers playing over his cock-shaft, butterflying over his cock while her hot little mouth sucked at his cock-head, resting a moment before she started sliding her lips down the ten inches of cock-meat again. Right to the hairy base of his prick.
"And now the other one," Noel said as Tammy screamed and jerked on the table top, her legs twitching as the pain rushed out of her nipple.
"No, you couldn't, you wouldn't-nooooo!" Tammy wailed as he showed her the tiny clamp. It hadn't meant a thing to her when she first saw it, but now it held the most terrible menace in the world. "I beg you, for the love of God, no, please!"
"Promise you'll never bite me again?" he said.
"Yes, yes, I'll never bite you again. I'll do everything you ask, I will, please, I promise!"
"Of course you will, after this," he said coldly.
She tried to crane her neck up to watch as he slid the second clamp under her slip top, the hard metal scraping over the curves of her tit. The agony from her other nipple throbbed through her body, surging over the pain from her bound, stretched legs and the bent position of her luscious body. She shuddered and screamed as the tiny metal jaws closed on her nipple, Noel's fingers slowly tightening the screws.
"Please, no, please, I beg you, please!" she wept.
But the pain gushed slowly out of her crushed tit-flesh as the tiny jaws closed and tightened on her crinkled nipple bud. And the sheer weight of the heavy chain hanging from her collar dragged her head back down to the edge of the table.
"Tight enough?" Noel asked her and pulled at the clamp as he had done with the other one, stretching her tit out until she was screaming and weeping with added agony. "Good."
He let the clamp go. It bounced back against Tammy's tit and the poor bound preacher's wife gave another scream, sweat all over her body, pain throbbing through her.
"Now, I'll get ready," Noel said as he stepped back, still well within the upside-down view Tammy had.
She gasped in the tight collar, but it was doing one thing for her. It ran around the back of her neck and protected it from the hard table edge. But still she begged and wept as Noel very slowly took his jacket off. The agony of the clamps on her nipples submerged everything else, but the spreading pain from her legs and bent body, not to mention her wrists as she pulled on the metal handcuffs, was spreading to mingle with the agony of the clamps.
And even then Tammy was aware that her ass and pussy were pushing up, her cunt spread wide, her thighs and whipped ass-cheeks stretched as hard as they could be for the horrible cat that lay on the table beside her body. She gasped and sobbed as she watched Noel opening his shirt, taking his time, reveling in her pain.
Then, beside the struggling, bound Tammy, Michael's cock went out of control in Carla's soft, sucking mouth.
"Oohh, fuck! Come on, bitch, give me a good one!" he yelled, gripping her dark hair, ramming his cock harder at her throat.
Carla gurgled and leaned back, her hands taking over his cock, holding it as her mouth slid up, over his cock-head until she was just kissing and licking it, her fingers tightening on the hard cock-shaft.
"What's it worth?" she asked.
"Aaahhh, you bitch, I'll have you over the table! I'll whip the shit outa you!" Michael roared, ramming his cock at her mouth, his hands tightening on her hair.
But Carla was an expert. She resisted, licking at his cock-head, teasing him as the cum boiled in his balls, surging to get out.
"What's it worth?" she snarled, licking his prick. "I'll give you the best blow-job of your life, but what's it worth?"
"What do you want, you fucking whore?" he bellowed, his cock jerking faster and harder at her lips.
"Tell you later," she giggled. "Do I get it?"
"Aaaahhh!" Michael bellowed, gripping Carla's hair until his knuckles were white. "I'll kill you!"
"Do I get it?"
"Yes, now suck me offfff!" Michael roared, his cock jerking, his ass heaving in his lust.
"Sure, baby," Carla cooed and sank her soft lips around his cock-head, taking his big fucker into her throat with ease.
Michael gave a great yell of lust and thrust his fucker through her lips until his prick was buried in her mouth. He stared down at her, her mouth around his cock-base, her fingers caressing his hairy balls.
Tammy stared in horror, her pain almost forgotten as she saw the sexy little whore take Michael's cock and suck it dry, her neck bulging as his prick fucked deep in her throat. Michael yelled and gasped, his ass heaving as the cum surged from his balls and rushed down his cock-shaft.
"Urrrrghghh!" Michael yelled, pumping his prick at Carla's soft, sucking throat. "You fucking bitch! If you didn't give the best fuck in this fucking country, I'd whip the shit outa you!"
Jizz shot out of his piss-slit, deep in Carla's throat.
Carla gurgled with delight and held his cum-spurting cock, working her soft lips back up the shuddering cock-shaft, sucking and licking all the way, taking shots of creamy cum the whole time. Then, with Tammy's terrified eyes only a few feet away, Carla leaned even farther back.
A wad of jism shot out of Michael's cock, gushed through the air and splattered all over Carla's lips. Tammy thought she would be sick. But Carla gurgled and stuck her tongue out, taking a little of the jism into her mouth. Another pulse of cum shot out of Michael's cock-slit, splashing over Carla's mouth and cheeks. Still, she gasped and giggled, directing the streamers of cum all over her lips and lower face.
"Aaahhhh, you fucking bitch!" Michael yelled as he watched his cock pouring out cum while Carla's expert hands made sure it all gushed over her face. "Fuuuuck! You brilliant bitch, I'll get you, I will, you fucking biiitch!"
Carla laughed, sliding her mouth closer to his prick as the stream of cum gave out. She made sure it all went over her mouth, closing in as the stream lessened until she was licking over his oozing cock-head, her soft tongue swirling around, taking the very last of his cum-load.
"Oooohhh, bitch!" Michael gasped, his ass still jerking, his eyes going glassy as he watched his expert girlfriend take the last of his fuck-juice.
"Can I have what I want now?" Carla whispered.
"What is it?" Michael growled.
"I want her to lick my face clean," Carla giggled, rubbing the slimy cum into her face with his spongy cock-head.
Michael roared with laughter, and so did Noel.
"How about it, Noel?" Michael chuckled. "Sure! The more she learns, the better," Noel said.
Tammy's throat was constricted as she saw Carla get up and come over to her. Carla's lower face was smeared with glistening cum. Carla leaned over her, her cummy face inches from Tammy's mouth.
"Lick me clean, honey," she purred.
"No, please, don't make me do that. I can't stand that stuff-I get sick," Tammy sobbed.
"Got a real cure for sickness," Carla laughed. "Now lick me clean."
Tammy's stomach twisted as she saw the thick gobs of cum-cream on Carla's face. It was particularly thick around her mouth, and Tammy was almost as horrified by the prospect of licking another woman's lips.
"Last chance," Carla said.
"No, please, don't make me-urrrrhhh!"
Tammy jerked on the table top as the tails of the terrible cat lashed into her panties, beating through them to her ass and pussy.
"Don't give in yet," Noel said. "I need some target practice." He whipped the bound woman right on her pussy again, the knotted tails of the cat beating into Tammy's stretched flesh with a terrible slap.
"Urrrrghghh! No, no, don't, you can't!" Tammy wailed as her whole body erupted with agony to the beat of the terrible cat. "Please, don't make me! I'll be sick!"
"Free country," Carla laughed. "You can be sick if you want. Now lick me clean."
She came closer, and Tammy caught a whiff of the fresh, salty, cummy smell on her mouth. If only the terrible stuff tasted like it smelled, she thought, it wouldn't be so bad.
But then the cat landed again on her pussy and curved ass-cheeks. Her panties didn't protect her at all and her slip was out of the way, lying on the table top below her ass and over her stomach. The agony of the whip beat into her, rivaling the agony from her clamped tits, even though that pain surged with each jerk of her throbbing nipples.
"Lick her clean!" Noel yelled, whipping the cat across Tammy's pussy and ass, beating red agony into her soft flesh.
Tammy knew she had done all she could. God wouldn't condemn her for giving in to this pain. With a scream and sob of submission, she flicked her tongue out and took a gob of the cum from Carla's cheek.
The cum wasn't as bad as she'd expected. It was sticky but smooth, and it ran over her tongue with a faint tang of saltiness. She licked again and shuddered, not because of the cum, but because her tongue passed over Carla's lips.
"Nice," Carla giggled and flicked her own tongue out, caressing Tammy's mouth gently, but with terrible intent.
"Please don't do that," Tammy whined, licking another blob of cum from Carla's mouth.
"Do what?" Carla asked, all innocence.
But Tammy couldn't say it. She tasted more of Michael's cum, letting it run down her throat as she sobbed gently.
Instantly, the whip lashed across her pussy, driving her mad with the pain.
"Do what?" Carla asked as Tammy's scream died away and Noel got the cat ready for another stroke.
"Lick my mouth!" Tammy wept.
"Kiss me, or else!" Carla snapped and slid her mouth over Tammy's.
Tammy gave in-she had to. The pain from her nipples still burned through her and the threat of the cat was more than she could stand.
But still she sobbed helplessly as Carla's tongue snaked out and ran between her lips. The remaining gobs of Michael's jism were smearing all over her face as Tammy surrendered and kissed Carla back, hoping she was doing the right thing. Carla moaned and ran a hand down to Tammy's tits, pulling on the clips, sending sparks of fresh pain into Tammy's body. Tammy tossed against the bonds and let Carla do as she wished, kissing the dark-haired nympho back, her mouth open, sobbing with the shame and pain she suffered.
"Okay, Carla, that's enough," Noel said. "Now it's my turn."
Giggling and grinning, Carla pulled her mouth away from Tammy's lips, wiping her face clear of the last of the cum. "Have a good time," she said. "I did."
It was then that Tammy saw Noel's cock and almost passed out. Every time she saw a man's cock it seemed to get bigger. Now Noel's prick looked to her as if it would split her in two if it got into her body. His cock was thicker than her wrist and a foot long if it was an inch. It stuck out of his loins like a massive spear, ready to impale and destroy her. He took hold of his cock-lance, running his hand slowly up and down the thick cock-shaft, playing with the whip with his other hand.
"Kiss it," he ordered.
A surge of terror and fury rushed over Tammy. "No, no, I'll bite it!" she screamed. "You can't make me do that! That's sin, real sin!"
Noel grinned, leaned down to the trembling wife and took hold of the thick collar. "If you bite my cock, I have to go have it treated, right?"
"Yes, but please-aaaaahh!" Tammy gagged as Noel pulled on the collar and tightened it, cutting half her air off.
"If it's a little bite, I'll leave you like this," he said. "But if it's a real nasty bite, then I'll leave you like this." And he pulled on the collar again.
Tammy started to black out as the collar tightened and choked her. Lashed as she was, left like that, she would die very fast. The collar opened, and Noel grinned down at her once more.
"Don't do it," he warned and stood up again.
The next thing Tammy knew, his cock was back at her mouth, the enormously thick cock-head running over her lips.
"Kiss it," Noel said.
Tammy kissed the hard cock-head, feeling the warm hard flesh bob at her mouth. Noel pushed and the tip of his prick went between her lips, reaching her front teeth.
"Lick it, suck it," he said softly.
Tammy moaned at the terrible sin she had to suffer. She opened her jaw and let the terrible cock-head sink into her mouth. His cock-knob filled it, bulging her cheeks with its enormous bulk. And still most of his prick was outside her mouth. Weeping with steadily rising horror, Tammy sucked, tasting the slight saltiness, feeling the hard rubbery prick-flesh tremble and heave in her mouth.
"Not bad," Noel said. "Now, give me a good suck, bitch. And remember, those clips stay on your tits until I've come."
Tammy shuddered and wept, her mouth opening to take more of Noel's enormous fucker. The terrible cock-head was already pushing at the entrance of her throat and she knew she could never take it in like Carla did. She sucked as well as she could, running her tongue over the stiff prick, slipping it into the tiny slit at the very top of his cock-head and tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum.
"Not bad, you stuck-up little bitch," Noel said. "You been sucking choir boys off?"
Tammy broke into tears at this horrible suggestion. But she kept sucking, feeling Noel's prick thrust harder at her throat.
"Okay, bitch, now for the real thing," Noel said, pushing his cock-head into Tammy's throat and making her gag.
He eased his fucker back, running his cockhead over Tammy's lips as she struggled and tossed on the table top, her arms and legs straining helplessly to get free. He slid his hand into the top of Tammy's slip, reaching under the lacy cup of her bra for the nipple clamps. Tammy moaned and wept, but he took one of them and twisted it, making her scream in a sudden heave of pain.
"You're gonna suck my cock right down," Noel said. "I don't care how much pain it takes me to make you do it." He twisted the clamp and Tammy screamed again. "Oh, come on, this is nothing." He lashed the cat right across her stretched panties, twisting the tit-clamp at the same time.
Tammy's screech of agony vibrated his massive cock-head as it pushed into her mouth. She spasmed with pain, every nerve in her body on fire.
"Get on with it, honey," Noel said and pushed his cock at her throat as he whipped her cunt and twisted the tit-clamp.
Tammy tossed and heaved, her whole body screaming. But already her throat was blocked and the terrible cat lashed across her pussy again, beating her through her thin panties. Her pussy lips were clearly outlined against the flimsy material and each blow of the knotted tails showed the soft curves of her cunt better. And the red stain on her flesh was spreading over her thighs and onto her ass, where it added to the agonizing welts already there.
"Come on, honey, suck my cock!" Noel yelled, his prick throbbing in the captive wife's mouth as he pushed and lashed her, twisting the other nipple-clamp viciously as he did.
He lunged and, incredibly, his cock sank an inch into Tammy's throat without her gagging.
In truth, Tammy had nothing left to gag with. The pain of the clamps and whip were driving her out of her mind. Her throat opened without her knowing it. At each blow of the whip, she spasmed and jerked, her tits as well as her pussy and inner thighs burning with pain. And, with each beat of the terrible cat, she could take more of Noel's enormous fuck-rod.
"Yeahhh, now you got the idea!" Noel yelled, lashing the helpless Tammy with the tightly knotted cat tails. "Learn not to bite, though, bitch. The next time, you get double this!"
He whipped the screaming, sobbing Tammy with all the force of his arm and she jerked, her throat taking another inch of his cock.
Tammy screamed around the massive prick filling her mouth. Incredible things were happening to her, and she was hardly aware that Noel's cock was more than half in her mouth. Already, the enormous bulk of his cock was bulging out her throat, tightening the collar as it swelled her neck, making her breathing harder. But that wasn't what she was thinking about. All she knew was that each lash of the cat was doing the same thing to her pussy that rubbing it on the table top had done.
The passion surging out was swamping the agony, even the fire in her tits, and turning it into the most depraved lust.
She screamed and wept, but she couldn't stop it this time. The whip cut into her cunt, whatever she did. Her throat opened, spasming over the hard cock-meat as it pushed in, going deeper with each cut of the cat.
"Yeaaahhh!" Noel yelled, lashing the cat into Tammy's stretched panties, his cock lurching as he saw the wet patch on her pussy spreading over the pink silk. "Come on, bitch, suck that big cock!" His arm swung, he twisted Tammy's nipple-clamps and the cum boiled in his balls, getting ready to shoot out.
It was Tammy's throat that was driving him crazy. The sucking spasms of lust that closed it compulsively around his fuck-meat and then jerked and released at it with faster, harder strokes, sucked the cum out of his balls like a vacuum pump. He lashed the screaming young woman, his fingers twisting the tit-clamps harder, his ass jerking out of control. He roared with raging passion, his hand speeding up, lashing Tammy's cunt with faster, even harder strokes of the cat.
"Urrrgghhh!" he roared, his cock surging out of control in her mouth. "Here it comes, you bitch! Fuuuck, you can suck, bitch! You can really suuuuck!"
Tammy's throat convulsed around Noel's prick and the first jets of cum gushed out of his balls. She could feel it, surging through his cock, heading for her throat. Her crashing lust surged, the cat lashed her pussy-and she crashed over the top of a raging orgasm, the first real orgasm she had ever had in her life.
Her body went out of control on the table top, jerking and tossing as her throat opened and she took Noel's cock effortlessly to the balls. Her lips were buried in his cock-hair, tight around his cock-shaft, her throat sucking the hot wads of cum out of his balls. Her pussy tingled, and she tried to spread her thighs even wider to get more of the cat, demanding the pain that sent her higher into climax with each beat.
Her hands strained against the hand-cuffs. She actually wanted to twist the clamp on her own nipple and give herself more pain.
Noel roared in a furious release of his fuck-lust as his cum gushed into Tammy's throat. His arm swung the cat, his cock heaved and shot, and Tammy was swallowing the wads of slimy cum that gushed out of his piss-slit. Raging at her with the whip and twisting the nipple-clamps viciously, Noel shot his cum in endless hot streams.
Tammy jerked and climaxed, her body totally out of control. Her ass jerked and tossed, her pussy spasmed under the whip, spreading her cuntal juices into her panties, and her tits heaved up into Noel's hands, demanding more pain. Her throat spasmed as she swallowed his cum, taking thick gobs of his jism effortlessly through her heaving, shrieking orgasm.
"Jesus Christ!" Noel bellowed as his orgasm reached its peak, his cock shooting the last great wads of cum into Tammy's throat. His arm swung up and, as he peaked, he ripped the clip off her nipple, ramming his fuck-rod into her throat until his cock-base rasped against her teeth. He held there, his prick throbbing with the last of his release.
The searing agony that shot over Tammy as the clamp ripped from her nipple sent her into a screaming final peak of orgasm with a spasm of such force she almost passed out. Her body went rigid, the pulses of orgasmic ecstasy exploding inside her-and then she was sliding down the soft slope of satisfaction behind the come, moaning with the terrible mixture of pain and passion.
She came out of a mist to find herself sucking the last of the cum out of Noel's cock, her soft lips taking it in and sliding it all over her tongue before she swallowed it. She noticed that the chain hanging from her collar was rattling slightly as she moved.
"Beautiful, bitch!" Noel said, sliding the cat tails over her stretched wet panties.
Tammy closed her eyes and started to sob. There was a dull pain in her body, but it stayed dull and distant as Noel untied her and took off the remaining nipple-clamp. She rolled off the table and fell to the floor, curling up in a semi-slumber. She felt her nipple and it was wet with blood. The metal jaws had torn her tit-flesh. But it didn't hurt much. She lay there, her whole mind in a turmoil.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Get up."
Tammy stirred and her eyes opened. She had no idea how much time had passed, but there was Luis, standing over her, his barrel chest heaving, his cock sticking out, obviously ready to be rammed into her helpless body. She moaned, running her fingers over her torn, bruised nipple. The pain was strange, low and throbbing, almost pleasurable. And the ache in her ass was nothing like as bad as the agony of the whip had made her think it would be.
It was the shame that was worse, the horrible realization that she had orgasmed while she sucked a man's cock and had her pussy whipped. She broke into a sob and tried to roll away from Luis, but came up against the table leg at once.
"Get up," Luis repeated.
Tammy struggled into a kneeling position, her body shaking with fear at the sight of the horrible man and his massive fucker.
"Stand up!" Luis snarled. "I don't want a blow-job."
"Yeah," Michael chuckled. "You're a real cunt man, aren't you?"
"Cunt and ass," Luis growled, sliding his hand over his cock.
Tammy managed to get to her feet and lean against the table. Her legs were shaky, and she had lost one of her shoes. She looked for it Wearily and saw it poking out from under the table where it must have fallen while she was disgracing herself.
"Yeah, put it on," Luis said.
Tammy painfully got back down to her knees and got hold of the shoe. She noticed that her stockings were creased and torn in places, particularly around her ankles. But she got the shoe on and turned back to face Luis.
"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pussy," he laughed viciously. "That pussy that says all those prayers and looks so pure, so fuckih' pure, and I'm gonna fuck the shit outa that pure little pussy." He roared, his face alight with horrible excitement.
Tammy trembled and pushed her long brunette hair back out of her face. It was terribly knotted, and she knew it would really hurt when she got to comb it out again. Slowly, she reached down and slid her fingers into the top of her panties.
They were all watching her, of course. Michael sat in the chair with Carla fondling his cock while Noel sat in another one, the drink back in his hand. He seemed to be totally uninterested again, but his prick was swelling as his eyes ran over Tammy's wonderful body.
She slid the panties down over her hips, moaning a little as her fingers ran over her whipped flesh. She could feel the deep lines in her ass, and the rush of pain from the contact sent her shuddering with a horribly arousing spasm. She tried to ignore it as she slid the panties down her legs, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor.
"Lift it," Luis said, his eyes running all over Tammy's body.
Tammy didn't have to be told what to lift. She slid her hands down her front and worked her slip hem up, away from her stocking tops until the dark triangle of her cunt mound was fully in view. She had tight, curly pussy-hair and it was damp with her juices, something that Luis didn't miss.
"Come here," he said, his voice grating with lust.
Tammy stepped closer, her fingers holding her slip up, her long legs shaking, unsteady in the high heels.
Luis slid his finger over her pussy-mound and then down into the crack of her cunt, rubbing her cut as he watched her. Tammy moaned and turned her eyes away, trying not to shake with the pulses of terrible excitement that rushed from her cunt. Even the degradation of having to stand in front of a man and do everything he said was turning her on.
"Open them wider!" Luis snapped.
Tammy worked her heels farther out on the thick carpet, spreading her thighs for him. He grinned and worked his finger deeper, sliding it over the wet flesh of her cunt-slit and right down to the tight entrance of her pussy. She groaned, her ass jerking a little as his finger moved over her pussy-flesh.
"Love it, huh?" Luis growled.
"No, no," Tammy whispered, her pussy spasming with terrible passion. She sobbed, but didn't dare pull away.
"Oh, yeah, bitch?" Luis laughed and worked his finger into her cunt, rubbing it over her pussy walls. "You came like a fuckin' volcano on the table."
"No, please, no!" Tammy gasped, keeping her face turned away from him, her body trembling with shame and excitement.
Luis laughed and slid another finger into Tammy's tight little cunt. "You faked it, huh?" he said. "Right." He scissored his fingers in Tammy's wet fuck-hole and she moaned, her cuntal walls sucking at the fingers, sending tremors of lust all over her. "Admit it, cunt, you came."
He started fucking his thick fingers in harder, driving sharp spasms of lust through the young preacher's wife.
"No, no, please, not this, please!" Tammy whispered, her pussy shuddering and sucking at his fingers.
"Admit it, cunt, or you'll be sorry," Luis said nastily.
"All right! I came! All right!" Tammy screamed at him, jerking her cunt off his fingers.
"You bitch!" Luis yelled and backhanded her into the table before she understood what she'd done.
Tammy staggered, her hand to her face, her eyes glazed. Luis grabbed her and pulled her back around to face him. She screamed as he slapped her again, sending her dizzy for a moment, but that wasn't what he was really after. He held her by the hair and gripped the top of her slip. In an instant, he had ripped the lacy garment almost to the waist, the sides flapping away and exposing her little uplift bra. His hand gripped the little nothing between the cup and heaved. The clasp held until the bra was stretched well away from her tits, and then it snapped. Tammy gasped and moaned as Luis ripped the straps off her shoulders and threw the tattered little thing away.
Keeping one hand on her hair, his other one went to her tits and took hold of her crushed nipple. By luck, it was the nipple that hadn't been torn, but the pain that gushed from it was more than enough to get a shriek from the helpless Tammy.
"You want more of this?" Luis snarled.
"No, no, please!" Tammy begged, though already the strange, horrible desire had started. She heaved her ass against the table edge, desperate to hide her rising passion.
"You do everything I say, bitch, and you won't get more," Luis said, twisting his fingers on her nipple even harder.
"Yes, yes!" Tammy screamed.
She fell back against the table as he released her. She half stood, half sat there, sobbing, rubbing her nipple, feeling the horribly confused mass of terror, pain and desire rushing all over her.
"Here," Luis said, pulling her back around. "Put this up your cunt."
It was a massive thick vibrator with straps on the end of it. It curved a little and the thick cock-head bulged out, thicker than the cock-shaft. It was horrifying, and Tammy jerked back, gasping and sobbing.
"Take it," Luis warned.
Tammy's fingers shook as she took the horrible dildo. It was heavy, disgusting, the sort of thing that she would have fainted to see before this terrifying night. She took the dildo and put it between her thighs, pushing the cock-head toward her tight little pussy-hole.
Slowly, with all of them watching her, she spread her thighs, shivering with fear. She wasn't sure how she was going to get it up there. The dildo was much bigger than Donald's prick, and that was the only prick that had ever been up her cunt.
"Switch it on, you stupid cunt," Luis said, holding his cock, squeezing it as he watched Tammy's helplessness.
Tammy looked at the horrible thing, trying to see the switch.
"At the base, you little jerk." Luis squeezed his cock even harder as he stared at Tammy. "Fuck up one more time, bitch and your tits are gonna be real sore."
His gaze ran over her soft, swelling tit-mounds, and Tammy went weak with fear. She took hold of the base of the vibrator and tried to pull it, but it wouldn't move. Luis sneered and his hand jerked a little on his cock.
In a mist of terror, Tammy twisted the vibrator and the base turned. The imitation cock came on, churning in her hand. She almost wept with relief as Luis relaxed and loosened his hold on his cock.
Tammy twisted the base of the vibrator a little more and the speed picked up. It was revolting, the way the thick rubber prick rolled and purred, but she had to stick it up her innocent little cunt. Avoiding all their leering eyes, she reached it down and ran the cock-head over her cunt flesh toward her pussy-hole.
What happened was terrifying. The very touch of the hard rubber prick on her clit sent a spasm of lust rushing through her. She was dizzy in seconds, leaning back against the table, moaning and gasping, trying to conceal her arousal.
"You beasts!" she wept. "You horrible beasts!"
"Get it up your cunt!" Luis snapped.
Tammy got the thick rubber cock-head to the entrance of her pussy. She pushed and her tight little fuck-hole resisted as the thick rubber pushed in, stretching her muscles. With a moan, she pushed again and the thick vibrator slid in easily, moving on her freely flowing pussy-juices. She shuddered and her knees went weak, for the head of the vibrator was churning away in her cunt, rubbing against her pussy-walls. What Luis's fingers had done was nothing to the rolling waves of hot sensations that came from that contact. She moaned and gave a low bubbling scream as she pushed the vibrator deeper, ramming it to the depths of her cunt, hoping that would slow the passion down.
But it didn't. With more of the thick rubber cock-shaft in her cunt-hole the sensation got worse. She fell onto her back on the table top, helplessly ramming the vibrator into her cunt, her thighs spread wide, her ass jerking up off the hard wooden surface.
"Didn't come, huh, bitch?" Luis yelled, leaning over her as she moaned and struggled helplessly. "Now strap it in, you whore-faced cunt!"
He held the cat over her tits and Tammy gave a shudder of terror and lust that almost broke into an orgasm. Only her raging shame stopped it. She groped for the straps of the vibrator, her eyes on the cat as it played over her tits, stroking back and forth. She fumbled. The straps were all over the place, and the raging fire in her cunt was getting worse by the moment.
"Do it!" Luis snapped and eased the torn sides of Tammy's slip away from her tits.
Tammy screamed, struggling, trying to find the velcro strips that would hold the straps around her upper thighs. But her ass was jerking so badly she could hardly keep a grip on anything.
"Get those straps on!" Luis yelled and suddenly whipped the cat up and across her tits.
"Aaaaghhh!" Tammy screamed, arching up on the table as the pain sent a spasm of climax soaring through her.
She let go of the straps, covering her tits with her hands as she wept and sobbed. Her thighs slammed together to keep the vibrator up her cunt, and she tried to roll over on the table top.
But Michael grabbed her hair and the next moment had her hands pulled up over her head. Tammy screamed, struggling, staring at the cat as it lashed across her tits.
"Naaahhhh! Help, naaahhh!" she wailed, her glorious tit-mounds heaving as the red pain spread across them.
Suddenly, fingers were playing around her thighs and she saw Carla, grinning as she started to pull the straps together and clamp the vibrator deep in Tammy's cunt.
"Beg her to be fast!" Luis yelled as he whipped Tammy's tits. His cock swung and swelled as he added endless welts and red spots to Tammy's soft white tit-flesh. "You're gonna get this till she's finished."
"Aaaghhh! Please, please, be fast!" Tammy screamed, twisting helplessly on the table top, pulling at her arms as Michael held them tightly.
For a joke, Michael pulled Tammy's hands to his stiff cock. "Rub it," he laughed as Tammy twisted in a spasm of agony as the cat lashed her tits.
"Urrrhhh!" Tammy screamed and gripped his cock as hard as she could, thinking it would help the pain.
But the agony was already sending her rocking and heaving toward a terrible come. The churning of the vibrator in her cunt, the lash of the whip on her tits and the feel of Michael's cock all whirled together in her head. She was writhing on the table top, her thighs wide open again, her ass jerking up off the surface, her tits thrusting and heaving as the cat lashed across them. She screamed and wept, begging Carla to be fast and get the straps on.
"What's it worth?" Carla teased, playing with the Velcro, pushing the base of the vibrator deeper into Tammy's fuck-hole.
"Aaaghhh! Anything, anything!" Tammy screamed, jerking on the table top, her hands tight around Michael's hard-on, rubbing it with a frantic grip that already had him gasping.
His cock lurched, jerking at her hands as he held her wrists. "Fuck, you bitch, you bitch!" he roared, as Tammy's fingers gripped and rubbed his fucker. "Christ, this chick's insane!"
The desperate lust had all but taken Tammy over.
"Anything, anything you want!" she screamed at Carla who giggled and started to pull the Velcro strips together, tightening the straps around Tammy's upper thighs. "Aaaghhh!" The cat lashed her tits and the explosions of passion went off inside her. "Help me!"
Her ass was heaving up off the table top, her thighs spread wide. Her high heels now dug into the polish, scratching and scraping it up, and her little torn slip flicked around her body with each frantic movement she made.
"Done," Carla said brightly and gave the vibrator a final push.
"Fuck!" Michael yelled as he let go of Tammy's wrists. "She's gonna have to finish me off!"
Luis grabbed the spasming, climaxing Tammy by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She stood swaying, her eyes closed, tears running down her cheeks, her ass jerking wildly.
"Bitch!" Luis growled and pulled her to one of the well-padded chairs.
Tammy screamed and gurgled as she was pushed down over the back of it, her ass thrust up in the air. She hardly knew what was happening as Michael took over the grip on her hair and shoved his cock at her mouth. She took his cock in, sucking at it, holding the cock-shaft in her fingers. Her whole body throbbed and jerked as the raging climaxes rolled out of her pussy. Then Michael slid his hand down to her tits and started working her nipples again.
Her guttural screams of lust got louder as the spasms of climax shook her from head to foot. She rammed her mouth down on Michael's stiff fucker, sobbing with shame at the way her body was betraying her.
Then came the ultimate horror. Or so she thought at the time. Luis's cock ran in the crack of her ass and his fingers pushed at her tight little shit-hole. He had put some sort of cream on them and his probing fingers sent shivers through her as he found her shitter entrance. In a fit of horror, she pulled her mouth back off Michael's prick.
"No, not that, you can't!" she screamed.
Luis laughed and pushed a finger into Tammy's ass. It rubbed against the thick churning vibrator in her cunt, and the added sensation burst over her.
"Urrrgghhh!" she screamed and spasmed in a climax that sent sweat breaking out all over her body. She gasped, her ass jerking back for Luis's finger as it probed and lubricated her shit-pit.
"Whip the little shit for that," Michael said, hauling Tammy's mouth back to his cock.
"Later," Luis growled. "If I don't fuck the cunt, I'm gonna go crazy."
He pulled his finger out of Tammy's ass and she gave a groan, her body jerking mindlessly, her mouth running up and down Michael's thick cock.
Luis took hold of the back of Tammy's stockinged thighs and ran his cock-head into her ass-crack. Through the rage of her climax, she groaned at this terrible perversion. But then Luis shoved his rock-hard fucker at her shitter entrance and the well-creamed hole gave way. Luis's enormous prick fucked into her ass-guts, rubbing along the thin layer of flesh that separated her ass and cunt.
Tammy gave a gurgling moan and her whole body went rigid for a second. Then her ass-muscles throbbed and spasmed over the thick cock, which was rubbing against the churning vibrator in her cunt. The eruptions of sensation that came out of that contact almost blew her apart. She felt herself go cold, spasming across the back of the chair, her mouth deep on Michael's cock, all her holes filled with thick cock-shafts.
As Luis fucked her ass with his massive cock, slamming it deep into her guts, Tammy lost all control. Her hot wet mouth took Michael's cock to the base, sucking the cum out of it with a force that had him yelling as he gripped her hair.
"Fuuuuck, she's a bitch, a fucking super-bitch!" he bellowed, his cock-head sliding deep in Tammy's throat as he held her long brunette hair and pumped cum out of his balls. "You suck it all down, you whore!"
Tammy didn't hear him, was hardly aware that his cock was swelling with the cum rushing up it. Climaxes of incredible force rushed over her in endless waves like a hurricane rolling her in its grip. Her throat spasmed, her ass sucked at the thick cock buried deep in it, and the rocking contractions of her ass-muscles brought another massive yell of lust, this time from Luis.
"Jeeezus!" he roared. "She's hotter than hell!"
He gripped Tammy's upper thigh with one hand, spanking her ass-cheeks as hard as he could with the other. His cock went out of control, rasping deep in Tammy's ass-guts, running over the throbbing vibrator in her cunt.
"Fuck, fuuuck, yeaaahh!" he yelled, slamming his streaming, heaving cock into Tammy's ass and churning it over her spasming ass-walls, his balls slapping into her pussy-slit.
Tammy screamed around Michael's cock as a hot stream of cum burst into her throat. She swallowed compulsively, her throat moving to the pace of her exploding orgasms. In a dream of bursting satisfaction, she pulled her head back up his cock-shaft, taking the hot wads of jizz in her mouth, letting them pour out until they filled her cheeks-and her fingers worked his prick-shaft, urging more of his cum-load into her mouth.
"You fucking bitch!" he yelled, his cock pumping more strings of cum into Tammy's spasming mouth.
She moaned, swallowing gobs of fuck-juice, her mind spinning as she sank into the pit of depravity with no will left at all. She tossed on the chair back, her tits heaving, her torn slip ripped almost off her body. Her legs shook and trembled, her high heels gripping the carpet as Luis's prick slammed in and out of her ass, jerking her whole body up and down.
"Yeahhh!" Luis yelled, slapping Tammy's ass-cheek hard as his cock erupted a thick stream of cum into her shitter. The sticky cum coated her twisting ass-walls as she came, the vibrator churning her cunt to butter as the spasms swept over her.
"Christ, what the hell is she?" Michael moaned, his cock sucked to the base in Tammy's hot wet mouth. He took hold of both her nipples, twisting and pulling at the hard, crinkled buds.
Tammy's throat-muscles spasmed over his hard cock-flesh, drawing the last gobs of cum-cream from his balls. Her moans of passion burst through his cum-shooting cock and she opened her mouth for a moment while she still slid her throat over his cock-head. Her bubbling scream rang around the room as the shuddering agony from her nipples and the ramming fuck of three cocks sent her slamming into the peak of her orgasm.
The absolute peak of her lust stayed whirling high while her ass suctioned the cum out of Luis's cock and her mouth moved over Michael's cock-head, licking, sucking, her guttural sobs and moans sounding over the yells of the climaxing men.
Luis's last shots of jizz rushed out of his cock, but his big boner stayed in Tammy's ass, heaving in and out as the hot passage sucked at it, demanding more and more. He spanked her ass, but the little preacher's wife didn't stop for a moment.
Her body heaved in desperation as the peak of her orgasm refused to break. Her moans became screams again as she held Michael's cock tight, sucking at it as the very last drops of jizz oozed out of it. Her ass-muscles clutched Luis's fucker with a grip that squeezed until he was gasping and yelling, his cock rubbing harder and harder against the throbbing vibrator.
Tammy was so far gone that she didn't notice when Luis stopped spanking her. She screamed and squirmed, throbbing with an orgasm that wouldn't finish. All three fuck-holes clutched at the cocks, spasming in the throes of the terrible depravity.
Without warning, Noel lashed the rod into Tammy's ass inches from Luis's cock with a blow that left a crimson line in her ass-flesh. The helpless little brunette screamed, lurched upward, her ass trembling. Three more times, Noel whipped her shaking ass, and three more times Tammy's horrible guttural scream burst out. Then she gasped and collapsed across the chair back, her body limp, her mind a blank.
CHAPTER FIVE
They threw Tammy off the chair back and onto the thick carpet. She lay there, sobbing, exhausted, caressing her tits and ass where they had been so badly whipped. Her slip was so torn that it hardly protected her lovely body at all from their horrible gazes, but she was well past worrying about anything like that. The pain echoing in her body was doing the awful things it had done before. The ache throbbed, burning, centering in her cunt and tits, sending spasms of dark, depraved pleasure over her. She twisted her mashed nipple as an experiment and shuddered at the rush of lust that burst in her guts.
It was terrifying to the young preacher's wife. What was happening to her?
She pulled her long brunette hair out of the way, wiping her face with it a little where her salty tears stung. Cautiously, she looked up and saw that the men were flopped in chairs, while Carla had gone to the door to the play room and was standing in it, grinning. Tammy trembled and sank back close to the floor, thinking that if they got too involved with Donald, she might get a chance to escape. The only problem was that she needed a bathroom desperately. Her bladder was close to bursting.
A muffled groan came out of the play room and then Darcie yelled: "Come on, you stupid jerk! Come on, keep it up, fucker!"
There was another moan and a blubbering scream from Donald.
Despite her horror, Tammy crawled around the chair, holding onto the chain from her collar, until she could see what was going on. She almost wished she hadn't.
Donald was still spread-eagled on the floor, but Darcie was riding his cock and Paulina was sitting on his face, rubbing her cunt over his mouth. That wasn't all. Darcie had a spur in her hand and was rolling the spiked wheel over Donald's belly and thighs as she rode him.
"Come on, you self-righteous little fucker!" she jeered, her ass jerking as she fucked her helpless victim.
She dug the spur harder into Donald's thigh, leaning back as she churned her pussy on his cock. Her tight little leather dress was pulled up, but still concealed the full horror of what she was doing to Donald. Her leather boots rocked and swayed as she dug the spur into Donald's trembling flesh. There was blood where the spur had passed and Darcie rolled the wheel slowly, sometimes with brutal power.
Donald moaned and writhed on the floor, his body gyrating with each horror the two women inflicted on him. He couldn't move much, because his hands were clipped to the sides of a tight leather corset he had been forced to wear. His legs kicked and twitched, but Darcie ignored that.
"Yeaahhh!" she yelled, rocking her cunt over his fucker. "Come on, mini-cock, show us what you can do with it! Did you please Tammy with it, did you?" She laughed and, in the other room, Tammy trembled with shame. "Wifey's being fucked by great big cocks," Darcie went on, rubbing the spur into Donald's thigh. "Think she'll want your mini-dick after that?" She laughed almost uncontrollably, her hips rocking on his helpless fucker.
Paulina laughed too, holding her little black dress up off Donald's face as she rubbed her hot cunt over his mouth. Her black-stockinged legs were spread wide as she rolled her steaming cunt around. The top of her dress was open and she rubbed her tits as she got her suck.
"Do it, fucker, do it!" she demanded, rolling her nipples, pressing her cunt down harder on Donald's mouth. "Suck, you shit-faced dick-head!" She leaned down, gripping Donald's hair, rocking on him harder, pressing down on his face until he groaned with pain. 'You cockroach!" She rolled forward, pushing her cunt away from his mouth. "Lick my ass, shit-head! Come on, lick your mistress's ass, you sticky little scum-bag!"
Donald screamed into Paulina's ass as he surrendered. But it didn't stop the terrible blonde from digging the spur into his chest and running the points agonizingly across his nipples. He yelled and screamed, jerking up off the floor, trying to please his mistress.
"Shit!" Darcie yelled, rolling her cunt on Donald's cock. "This shit-bag couldn't fuck his way out of a brothel." She rocked and pushed, yelling at Donald to do better.
"Hey, you guys!" Paulina cried. She got up off Donald's face, strolling past Carla, giving her a pat on the cheek as she went. "You guys gotta get in here and give us some decent cock. This fucker's useless, and I don't like to be sucked all night." She stood with her legs spread, sliding her little black dress up her thighs. Her pussy-hair was slicked down and she played with her cunt, teasing the three men. "Come on, guys. We could have some fun."
"Hey, you!" Michael called to Tammy. "Get up and come here."
Tammy struggled to her feet, taking hold of the chain from the collar and holding it out of the way as she went to her tormentor. She tried not to look at her husband, still trapped on the floor, trying to fuck Darcie to satisfaction. His eyes were closed with his suffering, and he moaned constantly.
"Fuck, she looks good," Paulina said as she came up to the shivering wife, running her hands over Tammy's heaving tits.
She twisted Tammy's nipple and Tammy shuddered, moaning with the rush of pain and passion.
"Wow," Paulina chuckled, "Look at the cunt go!"
Tammy trembled as the men laughed knowingly. "Please, I have to go to the bathroom," she whispered.
There was a massive burst of laughter at that.
"Yeah, right, babe-that great bathroom of yours, you bet," Noel said and picked up
Tammy's chain.
"Funny," Paulina said thoughtfully, running her hand over Tammy's tits. "I feel like a piss, too."
"Well, let's all have a piss," Noel laughed. "Come on."
He jerked the chain and Tammy realized that she would have to piss in front of them all. Trembling shame rushed over her, but her bladder was so full she knew she'd have to give in soon. She staggered after Noel as he jerked the chain and led her into the massive bathroom.
It was Tammy's pride and joy, the thing that had impressed her most about the house. With the money Donald got, he'd had a massive tub put in with room for four. Not that he and Tammy ever had baths together, of course-that would be too much of an invitation to lust-but Tammy loved the long, luxurious baths she had alone. The bathroom was on two levels, and done out in pink-and-white tile, all of it. The toilet bowl was pink and so was just about everything else. There was even a sofa in there to relax on while she did her nails and things. There were three sets of mirrors, a shower and a vast mirrored make-up cabinet. The guilt that Tammy occasionally felt while lying around in there came back to haunt her with full force as Noel pulled her in.
"Fuck," Carla said, strolling past the trembling Tammy, "you sure look after yourself, you rich bitch. Look at this!" She wandered around and picked up some of Tammy's toilet things, laughing at them. "Piss-elegant bitch."
But then Tammy got a horrible shock.
Darcie and Paulina came in, leading Donald by a chain that jangled around his neck. His arms were still locked to the leather corset, and his ankles were lashed together so he shuffled and twisted as he walked, getting endless curses from Darcie as she dragged him along. His body was red all over with whip marks, the skin crimson with welts below the neck. His head was down and he blubbered like a baby, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
But it was his cock that made Tammy moan and hold her hand over her mouth. His prick was hard and swollen, swaying around as he walked, a tight leather set of thongs around the base of his prick and his balls. It looked incredibly painful and made Tammy sob with pity for him.
Noel snarled at her. "This is the dumb shit that wanted to sell you to us instead of paying money," he said. "You feel sorry for the shit-faced worm?"
"He is my husband," Tammy whispered.
"That's your problem," Noel said.
Tammy continued to stare at Donald's cock. Only now did she realize what a small prick
Donald had, compared to the massive pricks she'd had to take. Now, his cock seemed to be small, like the rest of him. like the soft swell of his white belly. Pathetic beside the rippling abdominal muscles of the men who'd raped and violated her. She trembled, not understanding why she felt so strange.
"Little wifey wants to take a piss," Michael said.
Noel pushed Tammy forward.
Tammy had almost steeled herself to the horror of having them all look at her, but what actually happened made her weak with sick feelings deep in her guts.
"On the floor, sucker," Darcie said and pushed Donald to his knees. "On your back, fuck-face!"
Donald obeyed, cringing with terror. Darcie stood over him, the curling whip in one hand, the spur in the other.
"Cost a lot of cash, did this place?" Darcie demanded, her legs spread around Donald's face.
"Yes mistress, yes," Donald said weakly.
"Send us money so we can do the work of the Lawd!" Darcie taunted him. "Fuck, you only do that good ole-boy accent when you preach. You're a real shit." She turned and grinned at Tammy. "You gotta take a piss, honey?"
"Yes, yes, please," Tammy gasped. "Lemme show you how you do it," Darcie laughed.
Donald gave a scream as the terrible blonde dominatrix squatted, her cunt and ass right over his face.
"Move, shit-face, and you'll be sorry," Darcie warned, running the whip handle over Donald's face.
He whimpered and lay still, his eyes staring up at Darcie's open cuntal lips.
"Come here, honey," Darcie said.
Paulina jerked on the chain, and Tammy staggered. The curly-haired blonde forced Tammy down to her knees, close to Donald's head and Darcie's waiting cunt. Tammy wept, looking along the perfect pattern of pink-and-white tile that covered the bathroom floor up to the small area of carpet around the sofa.
"Open my pussy-lips," Darcie said. "Come on, get your fingers in there."
"Please, no, please, don't make meaaaghghhh!"
Tammy staggered forward as Paulina rammed the whip handle into her ass. The thick plaited leather rod fucked into her ass, and she only just stopped herself from falling onto Darcie's squatting body.
"Do as you're told, cunt!" Paulina yelled, gripping Tammy's hair and pulling her head back as she forced the suffering preacher's wife forward with a knee in her back and the scraping whip handle in her ass.
Tammy screamed and shivered. The dry whip in her ass was beginning to get lubricated with the cum still running there, but it was still painful. But it was the sight of the men-Michael and Luis sitting on the sofa, Noel sitting on the raised tiled platform around the bath-that was even worse. They were there to enjoy her terrible degradation.
"Do it!" Paulina snapped.
Tammy gave in. She reached out and put her fingers to the wet lips of Darcie's throbbing pussy. Darcie's cunt-flesh was hot as she pulled the outer pussy-lips back, showing the deep red of Darcie's clit and cuntal slit. Tammy closed her eyes, shaking at the terrible horror she was being forced into.
But Darcie hadn't quite finished with Donald yet. She rubbed her whip handle over his mouth, grinning at him. "Open wide for mommy," she taunted.
Donald obeyed, opening his mouth so that Darcie could slide the whip handle between his teeth. She held it there, swaying her hot cunt over his face.
"Ever drank piss?" she chuckled.
Donald's eyes were closed in horror as he shook his head.
Tammy felt a trickle of warm liquid running over her fingers and trembled. Her eyes opened in a flash, and she saw the stream of Darcie's piss running right down over Donald's face. He couldn't close his mouth because of the whip handle, and the amber stream of piss ran in. He gagged, almost throwing up before he jerked and swallowed her warm piss.
"That's a good boy," Darcie purred, pissing harder, her hot yellow piss running over his face and onto the bathroom tiles. It was running close to Tammy's crouching knees, but she dared not move, particularly with Paulina's knee in her back and the whip handle still churning in her ass-guts. She held onto Darcie's pussy-lips, feeling the piss running over her fingers.
"Good boy! Drink it all down from mommy," Darcie teased, pissing wildly, her thighs spread on either side of Donald's head, her legs rocking slightly in the high-heeled boots. "Yesss, now isn't that nice?" Abruptly her stream of piss stopped, and she pulled the whip handle out of Donald's mouth. "Now, tell mommy how nice that was."
"Yes, yes, mistress, that was nice!" Donald moaned, his head twisting, his body shaking. He looked as if he were going to throw up.
"Tell mommy how you'd like to have mommy do that to you again," Darcie said.
"Yes, yes, mistress, I'd like to," Donald moaned pathetically.
"And now it's wify's turn to piss on your face," Darcie said. "It's what you deserve, isn't it?"
"Yes, mistress, yes!" Donald sobbed.
"Good," Darcie purred. "Come on, wify."
Tammy sobbed louder than ever as Darcie got up and stepped away from Donald's face. Donald stared at her with beseeching eyes, as if Tammy wasn't as helpless as he was.
Paulina twisted the whip handle in Tammy's ass. "Go on, bitch. But this stays in, got that?"
"Yes, yes!" Tammy moaned as she started to crawl over Donald's face.
The piss was running all over the tiled floor, and there would be a lot more of it soon. Tammy's bladder was straining to let go. On top of that, the pressure of the whip handle in her ass was making it even worse. Her stockings got wet in the still-warm piss and her slip was so torn in places that strips of it dragged in the amber liquid.
In a haze of horror, Tammy squatted over her husband's face, her eyes staring down at his wriggling feet and bound cock, her high heels almost slipping in the piss on the tiles. She moaned as Paulina rammed the whip handle deeper in her ass.
"That's right," Paulina said. "Now piss on the fucker."
Tammy sobbed, seeing the rest of the men gathered around in her wonderful bathroom, waiting for her to obey. Carla was rubbing Michael's and Luis's cocks as she sat between them. The little whore didn't want to miss a moment of Tammy's humiliation.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped, standing astride Donald's body, her pussy inches from Tammy's mouth under the tight black dress. "Piss on the fucker's face!"
"I can't, I can't!" Tammy sobbed, her bladder aching for release. The chain jangled between her knees as she wept, and the remaining hem of her slip flicked around her thighs.
Darcie took the spur and ran it over Tammy's heaving tits slowly, rolling the wheel lightly, pushing the torn slip aside as she went. "Piss, or else," she warned.
The spur rolled over Tammy's nipple, the metal teeth biting harder into her tit-flesh. She trembled, staring up at the terrible dominatrix, her bladder straining to piss. Yet she was horrified at the thought of doing such a thing in front of all her tormentors.
Darcie eased her skirt up, spreading her thighs wider, dragging the spur harder on Tammy's tits.
"Piss and suck cunt, bitch," she ordered. "And if you don't, I'll hang you up by your wrists and whip you over his fucking face until you do. Then I'll punish you. Got that?"
She dug the spur over Tammy's tits, making the helpless wife shudder and moan.
It was more than the pain. There was something about Darcie that reduced Tammy to shivering helplessness. It wasn't the same as her submission to the men, but it was as powerful. Her head spun and she leaned in, running her mouth over Darcie's thigh, moving closer to the open gash of her cunt.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped, and Paulina twisted the whip handle in Tammy's ass.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Tammy wept and heard Donald moan beneath her. She licked along the slit of Darcie's pussy.
Darcie put her whip handle at the back of Tammy's neck, holding the weeping woman's mouth to her pussy. Then she rolled the spur over Tammy's neck, digging it in just a little.
Tammy choked as the rolling wheel of the spur dug into her throat, the pressure increasing as she tried to jerk back against the whip handle. But Darcie was much stronger than she was and held her easily, forcing her cunt over Tammy's mouth with each movement. The hem of Darcie's leather dress rubbed against the bridge of Tammy's nose as she sucked at the blonde's pussy, her head spinning wildly.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped.
And Tammy's bladder-gave way.
She moaned as the stream of hot piss washed out of her bladder and all over Donald's face. At least, he didn't have the whip handle in his mouth now and could avoid swallowing most of it, but there was a lot of piss and it gushed out hot and strong. Tammy's pent up stream of piss splashed over Donald's face, and he bubbled and gasped for air as it washed over him and onto the tiled floor. He struggled and jerked, but he knew better than to move. He had whip marks all over his body to remind him. So he lay there, weeping and gasping while his wife took one of the longest pisses of her life.
Tammy sucked at Darcie's cunt, her bladder aching as it emptied. Her soft mouth moved over Darcie's pussy, licking and sucking, tasting the hot juices that flowed from Darcie's tight cunt.
Darcie chuckled and held Tammy tightly to her cunt with the whip handle, though she dropped the spur away, letting the suffering little wife do her best.
And Tammy was doing well. Her mouth sucked at Darcie's hot cuntal slit, and almost immediately the dominatrix was moaning in arousal. She swayed her cunt against Tammy's mouth, her pussy throbbing and jerking.
A strange, building passion had started in Tammy. The release of her piss was letting her body relax, and the churning of the whip handle in her ass was arousing her, rasping over her sensitive ass-walls, making them shudder with rising excitement.
As if in a dream, she slid her hands up, under Darcie's leather dress, holding the blonde's ass, pulling the hot rank cunt closer to his mouth. Her ass started to jerk to demands of her own, fucking up and down the whip handle as she pissed and sucked at Darcie's pussy. Warmth ran all over her body as the stream of piss ran off Donald's face and over the floor. Tammy sucked at the hot cuntal flesh, running her tongue deep into the cunt-crack, flicking it over the hard clit-bud and into the hot opening of Darcie's fuck-hole. Her thighs started to spread as the stream of piss finally gave out, and her cunt came down closer and closer to Donald's face.
"Suck her, fucker!" Paulina yelled, churning the whip handle deep in Tammy's ass.
Donald had to crane his neck at an almost impossible angle to lick his wife's cunt without getting in the way of the whip handle. He just managed it, licking his tongue over the wet gash of Tammy's pussy.
Tammy shuddered and came in a low, building spasm, the whip churning in her ass-guts, Donald's busy tongue running over her clit. She moaned, her knees in the torn stockings sliding a little on the piss-slick tile. With her head spinning, she pulled Darcie's pussy harder onto her mouth and sucked the hot clit between her teeth, biting and sucking on it as she came in spasms of climax that horrified her with their force.
Darcie gave a gasp, pushing on the whip handle, her pussy throbbing and jerking on Tammy's mouth.
"Yesss, yessss!" she screamed. "This one is gonna be good! Yesss, bitch, yesssss!" She came in a shudder of climax, screaming and wailing, her pussy spread wide, her hand holding onto the back of Tammy's neck. "Fuuuuck, suuuuck meeeeee!"
Tammy shook and rocked, her cunt heaving up and down, unable to fully slam her cunt down on Donald's mouth for the whip handle up her ass. She sucked and bit at Darcie's clit, the hot spasms of her own orgasm making her hot mouth work even harder.
"Yes, uurrrghgh!" Darcie screamed, climaxing and moaning as she held Tammy's mouth to her cunt.
Then she relaxed and pulled away, staring down at Tammy, who was still impaled on the whip handle and enjoying the rasping of Donald's helpless tongue on her clit.
"Not bad, whore," Darcie commented. "You might get somewhere."
Tammy moaned as the shivers of orgasm continued to twitch and roll over her. Her ass slid up and down the whip handle and her clit shivered to the pulse of Donald's tongue.
"I bet you guys need to piss too," Darcie said, standing in front of the men, who were sitting on the sofa.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yeah," Michael said with a grin. "Now that you mention it, I do need to piss."
Darcie smiled and turned back to where Tammy still fucked her as on the whip handle, all the time crying and moaning, her eyes fixed with horror.
"Right here," Darcie said with a nasty grin. "On her."
"No, you can't, no!" Tammy screeched as she jerked her ass off the whip handle, rolling across the floor, getting what remained of her little slip wet in the piss that ran on the tiles. "Let me go! No, not that, you perverts!"
But they were on her at once, leaving the pathetically sprawled Donald on the floor. He didn't dare move. He just lay there in a pool of piss, moaning to himself.
"You perverts, no!" Tammy screamed as they grabbed her and hauled her toward the toilet bowl. "No, please, you can fuck me-but not that, please!"
Darcie stood over the helpless preacher's wife as they bent her backward over the toilet bowl, so that her shoulders were forced down on it, her face staring up from over the bowl. Tammy screamed as the handcuffs were clicked back around her wrist and her arm forced painfully down, behind the toilet bowl.
"No! Oh, you creeps! You disgusting perverts!" she screamed.
Her other arm was forced brutally down until they clicked the handcuffs together under the bend of the toilet bowl pipe, and Tammy was helpless. She stared up at her tormentors, standing around her, grinning at her helplessness. Her arms were bent agonizingly back under her head, her shoulders rubbed against the edge of the toilet bowl, and she had to hold herself up on her legs to take the strain off the rest of her body. She swayed there, aching, sobbing, going out of her mind with horror.
"Hey, you mind if I have mini-dick?" Carla asked, strolling over to Donald. "I mean the rest of you want her, so..."
"Sure," Darcie said. "Just make sure the bastard hurts and doesn't come."
Carla laughed and turned to the moaning, sobbing Donald. "Get up, you slimy fucker," she said, taking the whip from Paulina.
Donald staggered to his feet, his vision blurred, his face puffy, his body heaving in the tight leather corset. His cock still stuck out like a small pole in the tight bindings, and Carla ran her hand over it, stroking him gently.
"You wanna please me?" she purred.
"Yes, yes, please-I want to please you," Donald moaned.
"With this?" Carla yelled and rocked with laughter. She pulled at his small cock and squeezed his balls until he moaned and gave a whine of pain. "In the shower, you louse."
Carla grabbed his collar. With his arms lashed to his sides, he had a hard time of it as Carla pushed him under the shower and turned it on, cold. He gasped as the jet rushed over his face, but stood there until Carla was sure he had all the piss washed off his face. Then she let him out.
In the wet corset, which was getting tighter now that it was wet, Donald was a pathetic sight. He stood and shivered until Carla pulled him to a chair and forced him to his knees. She spread her pussy in front of him and pulled his mouth to her hot wet cunt-gash.
"Suck!" she snapped.
The helpless evangelist sank his mouth over Carla's pussy and sucked at her cuntal slit while she held his hair and ran the whip over his back to remind him.
Michael wound the chain from Tammy's collar around the pipe her wrists were handcuffed around and leaned back on it to tighten the collar a little. Tammy gasped and moaned as her air was partially cut off, making it more difficult to breathe. She twisted on the toilet seat, her legs spread to keep her balance.
"Please, no," she whispered.
But Michael was standing over her, his cock standing out, hard and thick. He rubbed his prick gently as he pointed it down, right at her face, his legs spread around her shoulders on the toilet seat.
"Beg me to piss on you," he laughed.
"No, no, please! Not that! I don't--aaaagghhhh!" Tammy heaved as Darcie lashed the whip expertly between her thighs and beat a line of pain across her pussy and upper thighs. "No, please, not that, no, no!"
The problem was that in her bent-back position, she had to keep her thighs open to hold her balance. If she closed them, she rocked and fell to the side, almost tearing her arm out of its socket as her shoulder pulled on the toilet seat edge. She struggled and twisted, but she just had to keep her thighs apart-and that left her open to anything the sadistic Darcie wanted to do.
What Darcie wanted to do was whip Tammy with the very end of the whip on the swollen lips of her pussy. She flicked the whip handle and the plaited leather tail lashed in, beating into Tammy's vulnerable crotch, leaving her pussy-lips throbbing with agony.
Tammy lurched, her shoulders rolling on the toilet seat, her mouth open as she screamed.
Michael stood over her face, his cock waiting to unload his bladder full of piss.
"Bet me," he snarled.
"Please, no, no!" Tammy screamed, heaving as the whip cut her clit, sending explosions of pain rushing over her.
But even then in that degraded and painful position, the terrible, surging lust that came from the beat of the whip washed over her again. She knew Darcie knew it and was beating her pussy to get that very result, but it didn't make it easier for the bound wife. The whip lashed in, whipping into her clit. She begged them to stop, but her body was betraying her and she knew that she was caught between the two impossible degradations of climaxing to the beat of the whip or begging to be pissed on.
Then the whip lashed her pussy, the tip beating into her ass-cheeks just below her pussy-crack.
"Aaaaghgh! Piss on me then, you bastard!" she wailed.
"Good enough," Michael said.
Tammy closed her eyes, writhing helplessly as the whip beat her pussy and sent explosions of pain and lust all over her body.
The stream of hot piss rushed over her face. It was rank and horrible, pouring out of Michael's cock, over her face and into the toilet. A lot of it poured over the seat and onto the floor, and some piss ran down her neck and into the tattered remains of her slip, getting her whole body damp with piss to her waist. She moaned and kept her eyes closed, trying not to open her mouth or breathe.
But then the whip lashed her again, and the rush of pain and lust opened her mouth. Piss poured in and she struggled, trying to spit the horrible stuff out, but more of it rushed over her face. In shuddering horror, she swallowed some of the stinking stuff, retching as it ran warmly down her throat, her body heaving. The whip cut her pussy, and she leaped as the surges of lust burned into the shame and degradation, opening her throat even more as she screamed and twisted. Piss gurgled in her mouth as Michael held his cock, laughing with each spurt of his piss.
"Drink it down, bitch!" he roared, aiming his cock all over Tammy's wailing face.
Piss was drenching her long brunette hair, spilling all over the floor and into the toilet, and still the stream came. Tammy moaned and wept, then screamed as the whip beat her clit and sent shudders of lust rushing over her again. Her thighs were now pushed open, her cunt thrust up brazenly for the pain.
Her arousal soared with each lash of the whip-until she was screaming on the edge of the most depraved experience of her life.
But the stream of Michael's piss was declining and the whip stopped. Tammy moaned, dizzy with the whirling emotions rushing around inside her. Michael flicked the last drop of piss off his cock and pushed the cock-tip at her mouth.
"Lick it clean," he demanded.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, Tammy flicked her tongue out and cleaned Michael's cock-head. He held his prick between her lips until he was satisfied and then stepped back, running his stiffening cock down her body, over the twisted remains of her slip.
Finally, he reached her cunt. With a grin, he dropped to his knees and rammed his rock-hard fucker into her soft pussy. There was no disguising it-Tammy's cunt was wet and the massive fucker went in easily, right to the balls.
"Uuuinrhhh!" Tammy sobbed as her cunt was reamed out by Michael's massive fuck-rod. Already her cuntal walls were squirming under the attack, sending out messages of arousal that were second only to the ones that came from the beat of the whip. She panted, staring down at Michael as he fucked her, his big cock running in and out of her pussy with long hard strokes.
Then Luis was standing over her, his cock sticking out hard and ready. "Guess what?" he laughed.
"No, no, uuurrrghhh!" Tammy wailed as the stream of piss rushed out of his cock.
Piss splashed into her face, and the stink of it almost made her throw up again. But there was the rasping of Michael's cock in her cunt and the throbbing contact at once made the pleasure surge over the disgusting horror. She sobbed, warm piss running into her mouth and down over her tits.
Luis laughed, piss rushing out of his massive, thick prick and over the helplessly bound wife's face. He jerked his cock around, pouring the stream over Tammy's neck and tits for a while until he moved it back up, over her suffering face.
Tammy heaved and sobbed on the toilet seat. Michael's cock ran in and out of her cunt, fucking to the very depths, churning around, his thick cock-head butting right to the end of her fuck channel. She gasped in the collar, hardly noticing the effort it took her to breathe. Michael gripped her thighs, forcing them open, fucking her with all the force he could muster.
As she twisted and squirmed on the toilet seat, her arms aching as she pulled at the handcuffs, her thighs heaving to the beat of Michael's cock, Tammy started to come.
The stream of piss was still rushing over her face but the disgusting smell and gross taste accentuated the depraved pleasure, sending her jerking and twisting, her body betraying her yet again. She screamed, and her cunt started sucking at Michael's cock, and she gave herself up for lost.
"Come on, you cunt!" Luis yelled, his cock spurting hot streams of piss over Tammy's face. "Let's have another one, bitch!" He roared with laughter, his piss washing over her face and hair.
Tammy twisted and jerked, weeping with the force of the emotions tearing her apart. Her cunt was spasming over Michael's fuck-rod as it slammed into her, her cuntal walls throbbing with fresh power at every stroke. The sharp arrows of climax were shooting over her harder, making her whole body twist and throb uncontrollably. She screamed, piss filling her mouth, her cunt erupting with slow orgasms.
"Jeeezzz!" Luis gasped as his stream of piss ran out. "She's gonna come again-look at the bitch!"
He rammed his cock into Tammy's mouth for a moment and the helpless wife moaned as her body surged again to the thrust of Michael's prick. The rasping fuck over her pussy-walls was getting unbearable, the surges of pleasure rushing out harder and faster, driving her out of her mind. So she hardly noticed when Paulina stepped over her, facing Michael as he slammed his prick into her cunt.
Paulina's long stocking-clad legs were stretched on either side of Tammy's face, tight around the toilet bowl, and she held her dress up, showing the blonde gash of her pussy. She leaned back against the toilet tank and dangled the nipple-clamps right in front of Tammy's eyes.
In a nightmare of strange desire, Tammy saw Paulina grin. Then she squatted down close, the hot lips of her cuntal opening right over Tammy's mouth. Paulina's pussy-hair was damp and the smell of her heat wafted over Tammy's nostrils. Michael's cock still fucked her cunt as she felt Paulina take hold of one of her nipples and start screwing the metal clamp no to it.
"Nooooo!" Tammy wept.
But the spasms of painful lust were building and her body throbbed to the demands of her terrible captors. The screw of the nipple-clamp tightened, biting into her flesh until the pain gushed and soared over her, mingling with the rushing climaxes from her pussy until she wasn't even sure which was which.
The second screw went on her other nipple as the first one dangled and pulled at her tit-flesh. Tammy's guttural moans rang around the bathroom as the pain came, biting out of her mashed nipple as the screw tightened. The twin agonies fused with the power of the fucking her cunt was getting-and she shuddered up to another terrible climax, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs until her skin broke and the blood stains spread over her arm.
"Urrrghhh!" she screamed as Michael's prick plunged to the depths of her cunt and Paulina picked up the clamps, playing with them, twisting them on Tammy's trembling nipples. "Urrrghhh! No!"
She knew what was going to happen, but Paulina kept her in suspense. The horrible blonde sadist pulled at the clamps, stretching Tammy's tits out, then twisting them, getting deeper and harder screams of anguish from the bound wife. She waited until Tammy was in a screaming fit of orgasm, screaming and begging, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her whole body racked with the most terrible lust.
Then she pissed into Tammy's open mouth.
The shock sent Tammy over the top of her orgasm and out of her mind. She had no idea what she was really doing as she drank the piss, licking it out of Paulina's pussy as it flowed out. The piss flavor seemed almost like nectar to her now as the crashing orgasm rolled over her to the beat of Michael's fucking cock and the gushing agony from her clamped nipples. Her long hair was matted with piss, her body covered with it, and still she came, helpless in the grip of the most powerful arousal she had ever known.
"Fuck, her cunt's going wild!" Michael gasped, his eyes fixed on Paulina's fingers as she worked the clamps harder on Tammy's nipples. "Fuuuuuck, make her scream, Paulina!"
"Yeah!" Paulina yelled, yanking on the tit-clamps, twisting them, almost turning Tammy's tits in a complete circle.
The bound woman screamed as the waves of horrible, agonizing lust rushed over her. The foaming piss ran out of her mouth and into the toilet bowl as the stream diminished, and Paulina gave a low purr of satisfaction. She slowly lowered her cunt onto Tammy's mouth.
"Suck me," she ordered.
Tammy didn't even consider disobeying. Her piss-covered mouth sank into Paulina's cunt, sucking at the hot wet flesh, tasting the last of her piss and the hot juices that came from her aroused cunt. Paulina gave a moan of pleasure and twisted the nipple-clamps, sending Tammy into another surge of depraved passion.
"Better, fuck-face, do it right!" Paulina yelled, jerking on the clamps, twisting, heaving as she rubbed her hot cunt over Tammy's mouth.
Paulina's little black dress had fallen down over Tammy's face and the bound wife was almost glad to be hidden. The side of Paulina's suspender belt rubbed over her cheek, but she didn't notice it as she licked the red lips of Paulina's pussy and sucked the hard clit into her mouth, chewing it lightly between her teeth.
"Yeah, not bad, yeah!" Paulina exclaimed, her cunt throbbing in Tammy's mouth.
She twisted the nipple-clamps, pulling the hard buds out until the metal teeth almost pulled off Tammy's nipples.
That sent another rush of orgasm through the bound wife, and she sobbed in the knowledge of the terrible control they had over her. They could bind her and fuck her and, as long as they hurt her, she would come. It was the most shameful feeling, and Tammy fought it, losing the battle all the way. She was sinking, falling into a twilight world of fuck-lust where anything went.
Her back arched as she came, sucking wildly at Paulina's cunt, feeling the mean blonde tremble and shake with rising orgasm. Tammy's legs ached, and her bent knees tried to hold up as Michael fucked her faster and harder, gripping her thighs, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy.
"Yeaaaahhh!" he roared. "Hurt the bitch! I'm coming!"
He rocked and reamed her cunt out, fucking her harder, his balls slapping into her soft ass-cheeks each time his prick plunged to the depths of her cunt. His hard cock-shaft swelled and pulsed in her soft buttery cunt, the cum boiling in his balls. He leaned back and roared, his ass twitching and jerking with the force of his fucking.
"Yeaaahhh, here it comes, baby!"
Tammy felt his cock jerk in her cunt, his cock-head fucking deep, rubbing her trembling cunt-walls into a frenzy of need. The thick cock-meat swelled as the cum rushed up it, the hot cum spurted out into her fuck-channel, and Paulina gave a scream of triumph, pulling and jerking at the clamps.
The jizz poured into Tammy's cunt, sliming her sucking, trembling cunt-walls as they clutched at the massive fucker. The spasms of orgasm rocked the bound wife each time they rushed over her, and her screams bubbled out of Paulina's cunt as she sucked at the hot, slippery pussy-folds.
Paulina was driving the bound girl crazy with the tit-clamps too, twisting them harder and faster as her own passion surged. Her pussy ran juices into Tammy's mouth as she rolled it over her face. Sudden spasms of orgasm burst inside Paulina and she gasped, rubbing her cunt harder at Tammy's face.
"Suck me, bitch! Suck my cunt off!" she demanded.
As the surging of the agony from Tammy's nipples and the explosions of her orgasmic lust mingled and blended, she sucked Paulina's clit into her mouth, right between her teeth, and bit it, chewing at the hard clit-flesh as she went crazy with passion and pain.
"Bitch, bitch!" Paulina screamed, twisting and pulling at the tit-clamps in the surges of her own pain.
But all that did was send Tammy higher and her chewing teeth tightened, rolling on Paulina's clit as she licked at the hard wet pussy-flesh. Paulina screamed, ramming her cunt on Tammy's face, rolling it, tearing her cut out of Tammy's teeth by force, but then sliding it back down for the screaming, climaxing wife to bite and chew again.
"You cunt-faced shit!" Paulina screeched in agony as she came, her pussy-juices pouring over Tammy's already-soaked face. Her little black dress flicked around, showing her thighs and, on occasions, glimpses of Tammy's screaming face to the fascinated watchers.
"Jesus Christ! Look at her-she's dangerous!" Luis gasped.
Noel grinned as he watched carefully. "She's sure gonna need careful handling." He took a sip of his cognac.
Timmy didn't hear that as she came and spasmed, her whole body throbbing to the demands of her perverse lust.
Michael's cum burst forth, gushing over her wet, sucking cunt-walls. The thrust of his cock drove her to a peak of lust as the final wads of his cum-load burst out and his frantic fucking began to slow.
"Oooohhh, fuck!" Michael gasped, holding Tammy's thighs, gripping them as he slammed his cock deep into her cunt and held it there, letting the cum dribble out as he gasped and sighed with satisfaction. His pulses of slowing orgasm rocked to the same beat as Tammy's trembling come as she lay bent back on the toilet seat, moaning and sucking at Paulina's cunt.
Very slowly, Paulina eased her cunt up off Tammy's face as the trembles of satisfaction washed over her. She pulled her dress back up and grinned down at the heaving, moaning young woman.
"Not bad, cunt. You might make something yet," she said.
"Fuck off!" Tammy screamed, no longer afraid of anything.
A deep fire burned in her guts as she gasped for breath in the collar that had suddenly got tight again. The fire was getting stronger all the time, despite the ache in her arms, the burning in her tits and wrists where the clamps and handcuffs still twisted. Her guts churned as Michael worked his softening cock out of her cummy cunt, and her fuck-channel tightened around the cock-shaft, trying to keep it. She moaned, jerked a little as Paulina gave the nipple-clamps a final twist.
Michael unclipped the cuffs, unwound the chain to the collar, and Tammy fell, rolling face down on the floor, not caring that she was in a pool of piss.
Dimly, she heard Donald moaning as Carla kept him sucking her cunt, but it seemed faint and far away. Moaning, she knelt up, rubbing her back, her wrists and tits. But the pain was dark and distant, even the pain in her nipples. It had to explode to really affect her. She knelt there, covered in slippery piss, her hair matted and stinking, wondering what they would do to her next.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Darcie prodded Tammy with her boot toe. "That's long enough," she said. "You've got work to do." She pulled on the chain attached to Tammy's collar.
The evangelist's wife moaned and knelt up, wondering how long it had been since she'd fainted on the floor. It was all very hazy. All she knew was that the men were all hard again and that Carla was still sucking Michael gently, running her soft mouth over his swollen cock.
"Come and look at this pathetic shit," Darcie said as she waved her whip at the crouched evangelist, sobbing in the middle of the floor. She jerked on Tammy's chain again.
Tammy struggled up and went over to her husband. She felt very strange. Her body ached from all she'd been through, but it was a dark, churning pain that fed her lust, making it seethe in her veins. She shivered, horrified at the person she was turning into. Then there was Donald. The closer she got to him, the more pity she felt. He didn't seem to have the strength to take it like she did. Tears were running all over his face and he clutched his bound cock, trying to ease the pain. Paulina stood over him, her spiked heel in his back, the whip curling in her hand.
"Show her your cock," Darcie said.
With a moan, Donald took his hands from his prick. It was certainly a horrible sight, swollen, red, sore, whip marks over the stiff six or so inches. The tight bonds were still around his cock-base and balls. He was obviously in pain.
"What would you do to relieve him?" Darcie whispered to Tammy.
"Anything, anything," Tammy moaned, staring at the horrible sight of her husband's prick.
"Lick my ass," Darcie said and turned, right in front of Donald and slid her little leather dress up, over her ass-cheeks.
Tammy didn't hesitate. After what she'd been through, licking an ass was nothing. She buried her face in the hot ass-crack and flicked her tongue out, feeling over the warm flesh for the crinkled bunch of muscles that were the entrance to Darcie's shitter. She found her ass-hole and licked around it, her piss-soaked brunette hair falling down her back in wet tangles, the collar still tight around her neck. The earthy taste of Darcie's ass-hole was almost pleasant, and the moan she got from the terrible blonde dominatrix sent a heady surge of pleasure through her. She licked deeper, easing Darcie's ass-cheeks apart, pushing her tongue right into her tight little ass-pucker.
"Hey now, that's good," Darcie purred, thrusting her ass back at Tammy's face. "You learn fast, bitch."
Tammy licked at Darcie's shit-hole, a surge of rage rushing up with the lust. She wasn't sure what her rage meant, or who she was mad at even, her thoughts were still so confused. She moaned and licked at Darcie's ass, getting another moan from the blonde. She licked deeper, fucking her tongue right into the tight entrance, sucking the crinkled outer flesh into her mouth and feeling around inside with her tongue as she gripped Darcie's ass-cheeks, holding her close.
Darcie gave a rising moan of pleasure, her legs shook in her high boots and her head went down, staring between her open legs at Tammy.
"Do it, bitch! Do it real good, and maybe I'll let you take that thing off hubby and give him some relief. Aaahhh, yesss, maybe!"
Tammy was trembling with the emotions running wild in her. She wanted to bite Darcie's ass, but knew she couldn't. Instead, she ran her hands around the blonde's thighs, just above the boot tops, gripping hard, pulling Darcie's ass even harder onto her mouth as she sucked and licked into her ass-hole.
"Yeah, heeeeyyy, yeah, yeah!" Darcie gasped. She orgasmed, her ass jerking Tammy's tongue, her legs trembling. She gave a long drawn-out moan of pleasure and then pushed away, turning, standing back upright. "Not bad! Now, stick that up your ass."
Tammy looked and saw that while she'd been licking Darcie's shitter, somebody had brought in a low dolly on four small wheels. The whole thing was no more than six inches off the tiled floor. But, in the middle of the platform was a massive dildo, sticking up, as thick as a man's arm and over a foot in length. The obscene thing glistened with some kind of lubricant, and Tammy felt her stomach convulse as she saw it.
"Sit on it," Darcie said, so as to leave no doubt in Tammy's mind at all.
Tammy gave a choking moan, looking around the room at the men and women waiting for her to humiliate herself further.
"Do it for hubby," Darcie snickered.
Maybe Donald wasn't the best husband in the world, and he had tried to sell her to them rather than give up twenty-thousand dollars, but he was her husband and she had to stick with him.
Tammy crawled across the floor, her stockinged knees dragging through a foul pool of piss as she went. She got to the dolly and moaned again at the sight of the monstrous dildo. It looked even bigger close up, and she ran her hand over the stiff, thick rubber shaft. It shook a little, and she gurgled to think of that thing up her ass. But, as her fingers moved on the imitation cock-head, the dark lust surged over her, churning her guts.
With a sob, the evangelist's wife crawled up and squatted over the dolly. She could just get her legs on either side of it, but she had to lift up to get her ass onto the swollen head of the hard rubber cock. Her ass shivered as she let her weight come down onto the cock. Only a few hours ago, she would have fainted to think of doing this-and now she knew exactly what to do and her ass was even throbbing with depraved need as the enormous fucker went in.
She lowered herself a bit more and the first couple of inches of the dildo sank into her ass. She pulled the tattered remains of her slip away as she let her legs go a little more and took another couple of inches into her shit-hole. Her ass-hole sucked at the monstrous cock, arrows of the dark lust rushing out of the contact. She gave a moan, letting herself sink again, taking more of the cock-lance, filling her ass with the thick dildo. It stretched her ass-ring to the limit, sending pain and pleasure rushing out as she sank down and down, moaning with passion, gasping and sobbing.
They all watched, fascinated as the massive dildo disappeared into Tammy's shit-hole. Her bent legs trembled as she took the enormous thing, the chain from her neck clinked and rattled on the tile as she worked her ass up a little and then sank it down. She groaned the whole way as the massive dildo fucked in, filling her ass-guts until her buns sank to the wooden top of the dolly and the enormous prick was crammed to the limit in her ass.
Tammy gave a guttural groan and began to fuck herself on the colossal cock, getting surges of depraved pain and lust with each lunge. It was the pain as much as the pleasure that turned her on now, that was what made her head spin in horror. The massive dildo fucked up and down in her shit-hole and she couldn't stop, not even with all of them standing around grinning at her. She moaned, spasms of passion bursting in her ass.
"Get your feet up there," Darcie demanded, pointing to two legs on the front of the dolly.
In a haze of thrilling suffering, Tammy pulled her high heels up, the same pink high heels she had worn to church. That seemed a lifetime ago. She lodged them in the ledges. Moaning and sobbing, she leaned back, propping herself with her hands on the back of the dolly, still fucking her ass madly with the dildo. She shuddered as Noel picked up the chain and pulled on it, the pressure coming on her collar.
The dolly rumbled across the floor, the wheels jarring on the tiny joints of the tiles. But it was enough to set the dildo jerking in her ass, and more spasms of the deep lust churned through her ass-guts as Noel pulled her toward him.
His cock stuck out like a thick pole and Tammy was heading right for it, her mouth almost on a level with his throbbing prick. He pulled her in and she didn't have to be told. She took her hands off the back of the dolly and took his cock-shaft, sinking her mouth over his thick cock-knob. He let her do what she wanted, stroking his prick, caressing his hairy balls, her soft mouth sinking down his prick-shaft, then back up to lick and play with his prick-head.
And all the time, Tammy was heaving her body around on the dildo, up and down, only an inch, but more than enough to set her raging lust going. It boiled in her guts, surging all over her body as she heaved and sucked. The enormous fucker in her ass rubbed over her delicate ass-flesh, fueling her arousal.
He gripped the chain harder and pulled her mouth deeper onto his cock, ramming it into Tammy's throat as she ran her fingers over his cock-shaft and balls.
As Noel's cock slid into her throat, Tammy had another surge of rage. It was still mysterious to her, but it sent her throat throbbing and sucking at the hard cock-meat, and Noel gave another moan of appreciation, thrusting his prick between her lips even harder, pulling at the chain.
"Do it, baby, do it!" he roared. "Fuck, your mouth's incredible! Jeez, you're wasted on a fucking preacher!"
Tammy surged higher into her boiling fuck-lust as she jerked on the dildo and sucked and rolled Noel's prick in her mouth. Her ass jerked harder at the dildo buried in it, demanding more pleasure. Her fingers gripped Noel's cock-shaft harder, her throat spasmed, and she knew she was close to getting him off. Moaning, she tossed up and down on the dildo, fucking it to the depths of her ass.
But she couldn't force her passion to the top and come. Something was missing. With a scream of desperation, she rammed her ass over the hard rubber cock, jerking up and down, slamming her ass-cheeks back onto the dolly, squirming her ass around on the dildo, scraping her shit-channel over it as hard as she could.
"Fuuuuck!" Noel yelled, holding the chain tightly, slamming his prick to the depths of Tammy's throat. He leaned in on her, pushing his cock between her lips until most of it was down her throat and her neck bulged to take it. "Jeeezz, I'm gonna shoot down your throat, bitch!"
Tammy's eyes were closed, she gurgled and screamed around the thick cock-meat, her whole body tossing and heaving. She wanted to reach her peak, come as he shot, but she couldn't get there. Her legs strained to get her ass as high as it could go so that it would be stuffed even more full of dildo when she dropped down, but even that didn't work. She felt Noel's cock throbbing in her mouth as the cum rushed out of his balls. Desperately, she sucked his cock, sobbing helplessly, her ass squirming on the dildo.
But she still couldn't come. Deep in her heart, she knew why that was. It was the most terrifying realization she'd ever had.
Noel gasped as his cum-load burst out deep in Tammy's throat. The helpless preacher's wife swallowed his jizz, her fingers working his cock, her ass jerking on the dildo.
"Fuuuck, suck it down!" he yelled, watching Tammy's perfect lips rolling over his cock-shaft, drops of cum appearing at the corners of her mouth before she licked the back in and swallowed them, groaning with helpless lust the whole time.
Her throat spasmed around his cock as she took his cum-cream, but still she didn't come.
His last great shots of cum burst out of his prick and he relaesed his hold on the chain, gasping as his cock oozed the last of his spunk into Tammy's sucking, sobbing mouth. He eased his cock-head back to her lips and she licked the cum away from his piss-slit, holding his prick, caressing it with her still-raging lust, her lips moving endlessly over his cock-head.
"You're a bitch, the greatest bitch in the world!" he gasped, his cock jerking in her hands.
Incredibly, the power of her lust was feeding back into his cock and the stiffness was already returning. He gasped and let her lick his still-oozing prick, her fingers trembling on his cock-shaft. Tammy stayed on the dildo, sucking his cock, getting it really hard again. Then he stepped back and she moaned, her helpless ass still heaving on the imitation cock.
Darcie pulled her around and there stood Donald, face-down, his cock still sticking out and bound, his arms clipped to the sides of the corset, his whole body trembling.
"You want to get that off?" Darcie asked, jerking the strap that held the bonds around Donald's cock and balls.
"Yes," Tammy whispered, wondering what they would make her do next.
"Suck him. I'll Tell you when to take the bonds off."
Donald shivered and choked as Darcie pulled Tammy forward on the dolly and his wife slid her lips around his swollen fucker. He broke into more tears, his prick heaving at Tammy's mouth, his eyes wild.
Tammy sucked him, trying to get her orgasm to break, her ass fucking up and down the pole. But nothing worked. The passion surged but never broke, always churning in her guts, trapped there. She sobbed as she slid her mouth over her husband's cock, thinking that she would have died rather than do this for him, only a few hours before. And he certainly wouldn't have asked.
"Don't worry, darling," she whispered. "We'll get out of this."
He sobbed and jerked. "Speak for yourself," he muttered bitterly. "You gave in, you fell, you sinned! Look at you, giving in to their lusts.
You're disgusting!"
Now she understood where her anger was targeted. It was at her shit of a husband, telling her she was disgusting for what she had done. She was willing to do anything to save him-and he rejected her. She screamed and pushed him away, rolling backward on the dolly.
"Take the dumb shit!" she screamed. "Do what you like with him!"
She spun and rolled, tipping over the dolly, pulling her ass off the dildo. She surged to her feet, staring at her worm of a husband.
"No," Darcie said, holding out the whip. "What do you want to do with him?"
Tammy snarled in her pent-up rage. She grabbed the whip and lashed it right across Donald's ass. He screamed and fell to the floor, rolling away from her in desperation, through the pools of piss and toward the door. He never got there. Tammy lashed him across the back and he screeched, lying face down, weeping bitterly.
"You're as bad as them," he accused. "You owe a duty to your husband."
"Hah!" Tammy screamed, pacing up to him and ramming a heel into his back. She gripped the chain to her collar in one hand and held it out of the way. "You wanted to sell me, fucker, now you get it!" She reached down and freed his right arm. "Roll over!"
He obeyed, staring at her accusingly, his eyes puffy and red.
"Jerk your cock, big boy!" Tammy snarled. "Go on, jerk it, like you usually do, dreaming of those little choir girls of yours."
Donald gave a jump of pure terror. "What? How did you..." He trailed off, realizing he'd betrayed himself.
Tammy laughed and lashed him with the whip. It all seemed so clear to her now, the attention he paid to the under-age girls in the choir, the furtive guilt she'd seen on his face sometimes.
"Jerk your cock, fucker!" she screamed. "Jack off!"
She swung the whip up, and the evangelist gripped his cock really fast, rubbing it, his eyes on the whip. Tammy laughed again, reaching down, squatting over him, her fingers going to his balls. She gripped them and squeezed. Donald groaned in pain.
"Tight enough?" she asked, looking up at the rest of the people in the room.
What she saw amazed her. Michael was fucking Darcie over the sofa back, his hands inside her dress, on her tits, gripping them as she moaned and bucked back at him. At the same time, Paulina was riding Luis's cock, sitting forward so that she could also watch Donald's final degradation. Carla crouched between Luis's legs, running her soft wet mouth over Paulina's clit and his cock when it eased out of the hot blonde's cunt. Only Noel was alone, and he stood watching as he often did, apparently unmoved by it all, but with his cock jutting out from his loins as hard as a rock. Tammy ran her eyes over his prick, and her cunt spasmed.
"No!" Darcie yelled. "Make him scream!" She heaved back at Michael, her tits pushing into his hand, her mouth running over his arm as he gripped her. "Oooohhh, fuck, I needed this. That jerk's useless."
Tammy gripped harder, staring into Donald's face as he avoided her eyes. He groaned louder and began pleading with her as her grip on his balls tightened. She laughed again and flicked her piss-wet hair across his face.
"Make the most of this, you shit-faced jerk!" she snarled. "It's the last time your cock gets anywhere near me. We're through, fucker-it's over!"
She twisted his balls and he screamed. She had the feeling she was on the verge of understanding everything.
"Come on, dick-face, jerk your cock!" she yelled, pulling at the bond that held the straps around Donald's cock and balls. "Jerk it hard enough and I might let you come, fucker!" She twisted his balls again and he groaned, a low bubbling scream escaping his flabby lips. "Come on, think of that Jenny-nice little girl in white, right? Nice little tits, or didn't you notice? Or did you notice her legs more when she was changing for church and down to her slip? Hey, you watched them, didn't you? You creep!" In a howling rage, Tammy twisted her husband's balls as he lay on the tiled floor and screamed. "Didn't you?"
"Yes, yes!" he wailed. "I do, I did!"
"Yeaahhh!" Tammy screamed. "Think of her, think of that little girl, fucking her, yes? Fucking that tight little cunt while she bends over in her white uniform, and you tell God it's all right, it's a test for her to see if she loves him enough. Go on, scum-bag, go on!"
She yanked the strap hard. It slid out and the bonds around Donald's cock and balls came away. Donald gave a shriek of horrible lust, his cock jerking up in the air as his hand blurred on his cock-shaft, and a stream of cum shot out.
"Watching little kids!" Tammy jeered at him as he gasped and moaned, the jizz shooting a yard or more into the air before it splattered down again across his body in the tight corset. "Think of their bodies, fucker, their young bodies, tits, curves, asses, legs! Yesssss! Shoot, fucker!" She flung her head back and rocked with laughter.
Donald moaned and fell back on the floor, his cock still oozing cum. Tammy stood over him, her tits heaving. She took the whip handle and slid it between her legs, stroking her pussy.
"Hey, Carla," she asked, "you wanna make this jerk eat his own cum?"
Donald gave a scream and tried to roll, but Tammy had the whip up and lashed across his legs before he had moved more than a few inches.
"Stay where you are, fucker!"
"Sure," Carla said, getting up from sucking Paulina's cunt and Luis's cock, her large tits bobbing on her chest. "Can I do what I like to him?"
"Just don't kill him," Tammy snarled, handing Carla the whip. "Anything else you want, but he's a useless fuck."
Carla laughed and cracked the whip over Donald. She took her finger and ran it in the cum, then she touched it to his lips. "Lick it up," she ordered.
With a moan, Donald obeyed, his tongue squirming as he tasted his cum.
Tammy walked up to Noel, ignoring the other four who were groaning with lust as they fucked each other, rising rapidly to orgasm. She slid her hand over Noel's face and gripped his dark hair.
"So," she breathed, "you think you can satisfy me?"
"I'll bet on it," he said.
"Sure," Tammy breathed. "You satisfy me, you get me. You fail, I get you-and anything, anybody else, I want. Either I'm your slave or you're mine."
"Deal," he breathed as his cock swelled.
"Meet me in the main room, in half an hour," Tammy whispered.
She unclipped the chain from around her neck and dropped it at his feet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a little over half an hour before Tammy reappeared in the doorway of the main room, but Noel didn't complain. He looked up from his chair, and his stiffening cock swelled out of the front of his bathrobe. He got up slowly and waited for her.
Tammy was dressed again in the pink outfit she had worn for church. It was a little rumpled and torn, but she now carried herself with the full awareness of her newly awakened sensuality.
She walked toward Noel, her eyes alight with the challenge. In her hand she carried the long-tailed whip and a smaller cat. The tail of the long one rasped along the floor behind her. She had showered, her hair rolled down her back in long waves, and her face was made up to show the perfection of her softly sensual features. Her deep-set eyes and wide, sensual mouth showed her attitude very clearly. She came close to Noel and spread her legs in her white stockings and high heels. The rips in the skirt allowed it to ride up above her stocking tops on her spreading thighs, showing the tight curves of her lovely legs to his eyes. He gasped and his cock thrust out a little harder.
Tammy took the handle of the whip and slid it up, under the hem of her pink outfit, easing the skirt with it inch by inch over her thighs until her soft white panties came into view. Brazenly, she rubbed the whip handle over her tiny briefs, rubbing her pussy, looking Noel right in the eyes.
"Still think you can satisfy me?" she rasped.
"Yeah," he said, his voice grating with lust.
Tammy dug the whip handle into her cunt through the panties. The material stretched and pushed into her fuck-hole, getting wet on her freely flowing juices. She gasped and rolled the hard handle around, staring him right in the eyes the whole time. "You fail, you serve me," she grated. "No sweat," he said.
Tammy slid the whip handle away from her pussy. With her eyes still on him, she lifted it to her mouth and kissed it, running her tongue over the thick handle. Then she held the two whips out and Noel took them.
"Then do it!" Tammy snarled, and she slapped him right across the face.
He jerked a little, his cheek flaring red. In a moment he dropped the whips onto the table and grabbed her, holding her by the front of the pink outfit, his hand deep in the ruffles and lace.
"No, you beast, no!" Tammy screamed, struggling as he gripped the sides of her top and yanked.
Buttons flew across the floor as the lacy material split and shredded, revealing the white of Tammy's bra and slip. Screaming in a rage of lust and fury, she slapped at Noel, but he blocked her every time, ripping at her outfit, tearing it off her shoulders and down her arms, his brutal hands shredding the lacy garment.
"You shit!" she screamed, pounding him with her fists, her body shaking with her emotions. "You'll never do it, you shit!"
But already tremors of orgasm were rushing over her as Noel ripped her clothes and held her, controlling her every movement, throwing the bits of the dress aside as they tore away in his hands. He pulled her head back by her hair, holding her tightly. She came, moaning with desire, staring into his eyes as he ripped the skirt up the seam to the waist and tore it off in long lines of pink material. In a fury, he pulled at it until it was all on the floor and Tammy was in his arms in just her lingerie. She gasped, hitting at him with her closed fists. But his hands were already at the neck of her slip, tearing at it, ripping it to the waist and then down, until it parted at the hem.
"You sadist! You disgusting sadist!" she screamed ass she shuddered in orgasm to every rip in her slip.
He snapped the shoulder straps, ripped the slip off her and then went for her bra.
"No, you bastard, no!" she gasped, groaning in horrible lust as he pulled at the little uplift bra until it ripped at the middle and was brutally pulled off her body. "You can't! You can't! No!"
"Hey, I can't?" he snarled, his fingers taking her torn nipple and twisting it.
"Noooo!" Tammy wailed, suddenly coming.
She lay in his arms, her tits thrust at his fingers, her arms hanging around his neck, moaning and sobbing as he brutally worked her tits, squeezing and rolling her nipples until she gave a shriek of climax and fell, still hanging onto him. gasping and moaning.
"Now you get fucked," he said, picking her up and throwing her across the table on her back.
"No, never! Not you!" Tammy screamed, trying to roll away, struggling as he gripped her hair and pulled her back, twisting her around to face him.
"I'm gonna fuck you, whore!" he snarled, slapping her hard across the face.
"No, never, not you, you shit, no!" Tammy cried, her body heaving as he forced her thighs open.
She looked at his massive cock and nearly passed out with lust at the thought of having it shoved up her cunt. She gasped and tried to slap his face as he pulled her onto his cock.
He laughed, twisted her nipple and gripped her little white panties.
"No, no, you pervert, you-aaaahhhh!" Tammy gasped, thrashing her stockinged legs around his waist, trying to kick at him.
She screamed as he ripped her panties off and threw them aside. She trembled as she fought him with everything she had, struggling as he pulled her down the table, her thighs pushed on either side of his body. She tried to keep his massive cock out of her cunt, fighting every inch of the way. But he was too strong for her and his cock rubbed over her clit, sliding on her furiously flowing pussy-juices.
"Beg for it, whore!" he demanded.
"Not if you were the last man on earth!" Tammy screamed, twisting on the table top.
Noel laughed, rammed his cock into her cunt and held her there, his hand gripped hard in her hair.
"Aaahhhhh!" Tammy screamed as the enormous fucker filled her cunt, rubbing over her pussy-walls, thrusting to the depths of her fuck-hole. She struggled on the table, screaming as he leaned over and picked up the cat. "You shit, you disgusting shit!"
He laughed, his cock swelling in her cunt as he draped the cat tails over her tits, holding her still with his hand in her hair.
"You shit, you bastard, you-aaaaghhhh!" Tammy screamed as the cat cut into her tit-flesh.
Her body tossed as she came, helpless in the grip of lusts she knew she would never be free of again. Her tits heaved up as the cat lashed in. Her soft tit-flesh jerked and flinched as the knots of the cat landed around her swelling nipple. Her pussy went berserk around Noel's long thick fucker. She moaned, tossing on the table top, her body thrusting up, her cunt sliding over Noel's prick, sucking at it.
But Noel was in control, and the evangelist's wife knew it.
He'd fucked her a lot that night, and it was going to be a long time before even her luscious body could get another shot of jizz from him. With his eyes wild, he held her on the table top, lashing the cat across her tits, sending her into harder and higher spasms of orgasm with each stroke and each heave of his cock in her hot pussy. She was flying, soaring in uncontrollable lust. Screaming and squirming, cursing Noel with every breath, she thrust, her tits out, jerking as he whipped them.
Tammy gyrated on the hard table top and came endlessly.
"Listen, bitch, you're gonna be my slave!" Noel yelled, lashing the cat across her tits.
"Never, you bastard, never!" Tammy screamed, coming even harder, her cunt sucking at his cock like a vacuum pump, her back arching, her tits heaving up for the wonderful agony of the cat.
Each lash across her beaten tit-flesh set off an explosion of fuck-lust that ripped through her like a savage fire, sending her head spinning with the most wonderful and depraved satisfaction she had never known. Her stockinged legs gripped his waist hard, pulling his cock into her cunt as she swayed and came. Her screams of lust rang around the room as the whip and Noel's fucking cock pushed her toward the release she needed.
"You shit! You fucker!" she screamed. "I hate you-I hate you!"
"Come on, whore, come!" Noel yelled, lashing her tits with faster and harder strokes. "I wanna fuck your ass next!"
Roaring with lust, he held the screaming Tammy on his cock as he lashed the tightly knotted cat tails across her tits, beating her tits so hard they bounced continuously. As his lust rose, his hand worked faster, sweeping the leather tails over her tit-flesh, lashing her tits to crimson mounds of lust-filled agony.
Tammy felt the explosion of a final orgasmic peak rushing up on her, surging through every agonizing cut of the cat. She screamed, reaming her cunt onto Noel's cock-lance as hard as she could, taking the massive fucker deep into her pussy, her tight sucking cunt-walls spasming over the hard cock-flesh. She screamed and heaved, holding rigid as the cat whipped her tits and Noel's cock rammed her into the table top with all the force of his body.
Six cuts of the cat-and she peaked, lurching over the top of her passion, falling endless into a dark pit of depraved satisfaction.
But there wasn't going to be any rest for the evangelist's wife yet.
Noel turned her over, face-down, pulling her to the edge of the table until her legs dropped over and her ass stuck up, ready for him. His stiff cock, well lubricated by her pussy-juices, pushed at her ass-hole and rammed in, filling her ass-guts with his fuck-meat.
"Urrrgghhhh!" she gasped, her ass-walls shuddering around Noel's prick, her ass jerking, her legs trembling.
The feel of his prick in her shitter was setting her off again, surges of arousal rushing through the exhaustion from her orgasm. She moaned and worked back against him, feeling his cock ram deeper into her ass, his balls slap against her clit at the top of his fuck-strokes.
"You disgusting pervert!" she cried, moaning against the table top, her sore tits pressing into the hard wood.
"You got it, bitch!" he snarled. "I'm disgusting-and I want a disgusting cunt like you!"
"Never, never! I'm not like that!" Tammy screamed, feeling the first surges of a new orgasm rushing out of her cock-stuffed ass.
"The hell you ain't!" he growled as he reached for the whip. He leaned back and held about half of the tail, but still landed a cutting blow to the crest of Tammy's ass.
She moaned, her whipped flesh erupting again with dark, surging passion. The whip lashed her, her shitter spasmed over Noel's cock-flesh and she pressed closer to the tabletop, whining and sobbing.
"Confess, you bitch!" he demanded, whipping her harder, the long tail curling up in his hand before he lashed it across her crimson ass-flesh. He churned his cock in her ass-guts as the tail landed, heaving the sobbing, screaming brunette's high heels up off the floor as he did so. "You're gonna be my slave, you hypocritcal, bitch!"
"Nooo, never!" she wailed.
But she knew Noel had her in his absolute control. He could fuck and whip her until she'd had enough, however long it took. She screamed at him, her ass blazing with pain, her cock-filled shitter spasming as another surging climax broke over her.
"Confess, bitch-beg me!" Noel yelled, churning his cock in her ass-guts, lashing the whip across her ass.
"Never, never!" Tammy screamed, bucking, thrusting, her body on fire, burning with lust that wouldn't stop.
Noel's cock scraped over her ass-walls and she knew she was building for a climax that would make her previous one pale by comparison. She was looking back at her ass as the whip lashed it. As the raging orgasms broke over her, she ran her hand down under her body, reaching for her hot pussy. She sobbed, gripping and rubbing her throbbing clit until the myriad sensations blended.
"Come on, slut! Tell me, tell me!" Noel yelled, lashing the tail of the whip across Tammy's ass.
"Harder, harder!" she finally screamed, jerking her ass back at him.
Her body went tense, waiting for the strokes of the whip that would send her over. She screamed and wept, her ass tight as the hard leather whipped across it, harder and faster. At the same time, Noel lunged his cock into her ass, lifting her up on his big prick, lashing his arm in a circle, beating her with all the strength he had.
"Harder! Yessss, harderrrrrr!" Tammy screeched, her whole body as tight as a wound spring.
"Take it, bitch, take it!" Noel bellowed, slamming his cock in her ass, whipping the screaming preacher's wife with all he had.
"Yessss, harrrrdddeerrrr!" Tammy screamed, jerking up as hard as she could.
The whip cut her ass, Noel's cock fucked into her shit-pit, and her fingers blurred on her rigid clit.
She exploded with the most terrifying climax she had ever known.
Her ass took the lash of the whip as if it were a caress, her shitter spasmed around the massive cock buried there and her mind reeled with every horror she'd ever known, satisfying her totally.
She gasped and gurgled, her ass holding still as the whip lashed in, beating the final tattoos of agony into her body. Then, with a final shriek of ultimate satisfaction, she jerked once and collapsed across the table, gasping for breath, her mind painfully clear.
She knew what she had to do. Slowly, she straightened up, her ass trembling around Noel's embedded cock, her pussy pressed into the table edge. Noel pulled his prick out of her ass and she moaned, turning, her eyes wide.
She bent at the waist, her mouth going down to his shitty cock. Shamelessly, she licked the shit off, her tongue caressing his stiff prick, her eyes closed as she submitted to him completely. Finally, when his cock was shining clean, she looked up at him.
"Whip me until you come, master," she rasped. "You can do anything you like to me."
He grinned and stroked the whip through his fingers, watching her carefully.
"I reckon we got our twenty-thousand worth out of you," he said as Tammy leaned down, letting her tongue flick out over his cock-head.
"Oh, but you mustn't leave me," she whispered. "I need a financial advisor, with all the complicated things that are going on." She swirled her tongue over his prick, looking up at him and winking.
"I see," he said.
"And we need a chauffeur," Tammy went on, breathing warmly over his cock as it throbbed and trembled at her lips. "I thought Luis could do that."
"Maybe," Noel said.
"And Donald needs two maids to look after him, to make sure he gets everything he deserves," Tammy whispered. "Do you suppose Darcie and Paulina would do that?"
"As long as they get to fuck who they want, since your husband's a dead loss."
"Oh, don't worry," Tammy breathed, sucking his cock-head gently. "He's just here to get us the money, then we'll dump him and he'll never be able to say a word. We'll get him some cute little choir girl, then make a video of him fucking the kid. He won't say a thing." She chuckled. "And that leaves Michael and Carla. What could they do?"
"Oh, we'll find something," Noel said, leaning over a little, laying the whip across Tammy's ass. "Now, suck me off!"
"Yes, master!"
Tammy sank her mouth over his big cock, thrusting her ass up for the whip. It lashed down, cutting through the air to land in a vertical strip down one ass-cheek. She jumped, sucking at Noel's cock, taking it into her throat. The whip landed again, and she moaned. With her passion satisfied, it was very painful, searing her ass-flesh. But that didn't matter. Noel had demonstrated that she was his slave and she would take the lashing, because she deserved the pain.
The whip lashed her bare ass and she howled with pain, sinking her mouth down his prick, fucking it into her throat, sucking for all she was worth. Her head bobbed on his cock as she arched her back, spreading her legs wide for him, her high heels digging into the carpet.
The whip curled in the air, the long tail leaping over her back and then curling in to lash her throbbing ass. The pain rose, searing her whole body. Her bubbling screams gurgled out from around Noel's fucker as she took his cock-head in her throat, caressing his cock-shaft, rubbing his hairy balls. She thrust her ass up, knowing that her total submission was turning him on more than anything else.
He was coming, the jizz boiling in his balls as he lashed the whip into her ass.
Moaning and screaming with the pain, Tammy slid her mouth up his prick, holding it in her hand as she submitted to the agony.
"Uuurrrhhh, darling!" she gasped, tears running down her face. "Whip my pussy, right on my pussy, hurt me! Hurt me, darling, I want you so bad-uurrhhhh!"
She sobbed and sank her lips over his cock-head again, taking it in, sucking at the hard cock-flesh as the whip curled and lashed right between her legs.
Her clit exploded with pain and she gasped, her throat opening, taking Noel's cock right to her depths as she felt the cum surging from his balls and up his cock-shaft. He roared, lashing her with the whip, driving the pain through her, purifying her of all the hypocrisy of her previous life.
Her legs trembled as she tasted the first jet of his cum. Moaning with pain and satisfaction, she opened her mouth, letting the gooey cum run down his prick-shaft for a moment until the whip lashed into her clit, the knotted tip beating a point of pure agony into her cunt-flesh. She screamed and took his cock-head into her throat again, taking a jet of cum as she went, sucking up all the creamy white slime from his cock-shaft. Her legs trembled, the whip lashed her clit again and her head bobbed up, her lips open as she screamed in total submission, the pain driving her out of her mind.
"Yeaaahhhhh!" Noel bellowed, the whip curling in his hand.
He lashed Tammy's clit hard, the whip curling over in the air to beat the final agony into her body. He lowered his arm, gasping with satisfaction as she moaned and sank to her knees, keeping her mouth on his cock, sucking and licking at the cock-cream still bubbling slowly from his piss-slit.
"Was that good for you, master?" Tammy whispered.
"Fuckin' A, that was good!" he gasped.
"Will you keep me then?" she moaned, the pain echoing through her body. "Please say you'll keep me."
"Yeah, bitch, as long as you stay this good," he said.
"Oh, darling," Tammy cooed, "I'm gonna get even better. Much better."
She sighed and sucked his cummy cock, cleaning it off, feeling the first signs of new arousal in his cock.
That scared the evangelist's wife. Noel was always so horny and ready. But she was his slave, to be used as he wanted, and that thought drove a spasm of new excitement into her pussy. Tammy kept up her gentle cock-sucking, wondering what her new master would make her do next.
