The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Justine Lawrence is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. A healthy attractive teenager, she has no reason to think she is different from other girls her age. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
SPREAD-EAGLED SCHOOLGIRLS-a fictional story about those who appear normal, but whose needs are different.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, come on," Queenie said, "it's easy."
"Well, I don't know. It's not right." Justine stood uncertainly outside the dress store. She was beginning to wish she hadn't accepted Queenie's invitation to visit her during the spring break. Queenie was a hot head, getting into all sorts of things, and Justine was scared. And Queenie's mother was never there either, so Queenie did just about what she wanted to do.
"Come on, it's easy, I'll show you," Queenie said and pushed Justine through the door. "You just keep a watch out."
They walked down the aisle of the large store. Justine was frightened, but didn't dare show it. She was sure she shouldn't have come.
Indeed, there was such a great difference between the two girls that everybody wondered why they were friends. Queenie was a sexy little blonde, with dyed hair, teased out around her pretty, pouting face.
Justine, on the other hand was dark, her hair cut to her shoulders, with a soft, doe-eyed beauty that stood in complete contrast to Queenie's sharp, street-wise manner. Justine's figure was fuller than Queenie's, but with even longer legs and a pair of luscious, swelling tits that hung from her rib cage and swung with each movement she made.
A lot of men noticed the two of them; Queenie in her tight tank top and jeans, Justine in a more demure dress. At Queenie's insistence, Justine had shortened it the night before, so that the hem was almost halfway up her thighs.
They reached the lingerie and wandered around in it, fingering the tiny nightdresses, bras and slips. Justine was trembling with mind-numbing fear.
"Relax," Queenie whispered. "Which one do you want?"
"Er, that one," Justine said, pointing to a little white lacy slip with matching panties.
"Anyone around?" Queenie whispered.
Justine took a fast look. "No," she said, with her heart in her mouth.
Queenie took the slip off the hook and examined it. Turning, she almost dropped it and, when she came up, it was stuffed into her large purse. It was neatly done, even Justine had to admit that. Queenie wandered around and chose a baby doll nightie set. She did the same thing, dropped it and stuffed it into her purse.
They were just through the door when a man stopped them. He flashed a badge. "Let's see in that bag, miss."
"Run for it!" Queenie yelled and swung her bag at the man.
He dodged, grabbed Queenie's hand and had a grip on the frozen Justine's arm in a second. "This way."
"Oh God!" Justine burst into tears as she was pulled through the door, along the aisles to the back of the store.
He dragged them through the storage area and into a tiny office, right at the back. He spun the two girls to the wall and sat down at his desk, between the girls and the door.
"Well," he said, "shoplifting, huh?" He took the stolen clothes out and dropped them on his desk.
"Sorry, mister," Justine wept, "we didn't know what we were doing."
"Right," he said, "give me your phone numbers, we'd better get your parents in on this."
"My mom's away all weekend," Queenie said defiantly. "So you won't get her."
"Oh, really," he said slowly. "And you?"
"I-I'm staying with Queenie for the weekend," Justine stammered.
"Yes, but your home phone, come on."
"Oh, please, don't tell my parents, they'll kill me, they really will, they'd-"
"Let me get this straight," he said, his voice changing. "You're staying with her for the weekend and her mother is out all weekend."
"Yes," Queenie said.
He leaned back in his chair, his balding head breaking out into a sweat. "Well, we'll just have to go down to the police and sort it-"
"Oh no, please!" Queenie screamed. "Please, we won't do it again, we'll pay for them, we'll do anything if you don't tell!"
He laughed. "Anything?"
Justine had no idea what he was getting at, but she said yes, along with Queenie.
He leaned forward and made a phone call, watching them all the time.
"Yeah, Norman," he said, "this one's a dead hit, and two of them. What? Yeah, one blonde, one dark, yeah, real nice. Okay? See ya." He leaned back in the chair again. "You may be in luck. Maybe we can get out of this without having to turn you in."
"Oh yes," Justine wept, "anything you say, we won't do it again."
He fished in his drawer and pulled out a set of documents. He took two of them and pushed them across the desk at the girls, along with two pens. "These say you will do everything we tell you to in exchange for dropping the charges. Sign them."
Justine took one look at the paper. It looked official enough and anyway, the man looked impatient. So she signed it, and so did Queenie.
"Good," he said, "no charges if you behave. Come with me."
Both the girls were terrified now, and they followed him like obedient dogs. He took them along a corridor and down a freight elevator to an echoing basement, running with pipes and wires. Across debris and some pools of water, he took them to another larger room with a table and several chairs. There were no windows. In the echoing silence the girls waited, shuffling, looking at each other with terrified, downcast eyes.
There was the sound of footsteps outside. The door was flung open and two massive cops walked in.
"No!" Queenie screamed. "You said you'd-"
"Shut up!" one of the cops snapped. He walked up and looked the two of them up and down. "Heyyyy, you did do well, Ronald, real well."
"Hey, thanks, guys," Ronald said. "When's your party start?"
"Not for a couple hours," the other cop said.
"I gotta get back," Ronald said, "so lemme have the blonde real fast."
"Sure, Ronald," the first cop said. He had fair hair and massive shoulders. "Well, hey, missy." He turned to the girls. "So what're your names?"
"Queenie, and this is my friend Justine," Queenie whispered.
"Great, now you behave and we'll all get along real well. I'm Norman and this is Ian," he said, pointing to the other cop. "But to you we're both sir, got that? Let's try it."
"Sir," the two girls said, terrified out of their minds.
"Good, now poor old Ronald here has to get back to work, so you," he said, pointing to Queenie, "get those jeans off."
"W-what?" Queenie gasped. "Ohhh, my God, no! No, not that, no!" She shrank back against the wall.
The cop smiled. "You signed the paper?" he said, leaning close to the trembling Queenie.
"Yes," she whispered.
"So take those jeans off," he said.
"No, no, you can't make me-aaaghh, no, let me go!"
The cop picked Queenie up as if she was a feather and slung her over his shoulder. Ronald reached into a drawer under the table and pulled out a length of rope.
"Nooo!" Queenie screamed, panic over�whelming her. "Nooo, not that, nooo!"
She wept as the rope was lashed around her wrists and Ronald leaned on the other end, pull�ing until the screaming, thrashing teenager was hanging by her arms. Ronald tied the loose end around a pipe that ran along the lower part of the wall and Queenie was helpless, her feet just flapping on the floor.
The police didn't waste any time. Norman unclipped Queenie's jeans and dragged them down her legs.
Ian grabbed her tank top and ripped. The material parted, tearing down the entire length as Queenie screamed in terror, until the huge, dark-haired cop threw it away.
Queenie hung over the pipe, her blonde hair tossing frantically as she pulled helplessly on the ropes. Her young thrusting tits bounced as she struggled, for she never wore a bra. All she had on were her tiny panties and her shoes, neither w of which protected her at all.
Justine clung to the corner, as terrified as Queenie. She had the sense to know that whatever was being down to Queenie would be done to her. She stared at the door, and started edging along the wall towards it.
"Right," Norman said. "Time to teach you some proper behavior, honey."
"Ohhh, God, no!" Queenie screamed as she saw him slide his thick leather belt out of the band of his pants.
Norman doubled the belt and walked up to the wailing, sobbing Queenie.
"Learn from this," he said. He stepped back and lashed the belt across Queenie's heaving ass. The tiny panties were no protection at all and a thick red line burned in the bound blonde's flesh.
"Aaaghhh!" Queenie's scream rang around the room, echoing from the metal pipes. She screamed again as the belt lashed her ass, cutting into her flesh, beating another thick line of agony into her flesh. "Oooohhh, please, let me go, let me goooo!"
She heaved up on the rope as the belt cut her ass, but nothing saved her. The belt slapped into her ass flesh, bouncing the screaming blonde off her flapping feet for an instant.
"You ready to obey now?" Norman snapped.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Queenie screamed.
"Yes, what?" Norman demanded, lashing her ass again.
"Yes, sir!" Queenie screamed.
Justine reached the door. It opened as she pulled at it. In a burst of panic she heaved it open and ran. She didn't get very far. In a moment she was lost. She rushed down between some pipes and fell over a pile of garbage. She struggled up and a massive hand gripped her.
"Stupid slut," Ian said. He swung her around and threw her back the way she had come. "Get in there and watch."
Sobbing and weeping, the terrified Justine went back into the room.
Norman had the young blonde off the pipe. She stood, snuffling, rubbing her ass and wrists.
"On your knees," said Norman.
Instantly, Queenie did as she was told. Grin�ning, Ronald came over and stood right in front of the trembling girl.
"Open his pants," said Norman.
Queenie sobbed louder as she opened the front of Ronald's pants, sliding the zip down.
"Take his cock out," Norman said, leaning back on the wall, enjoying it all. He lit a cigarette.
Queenie snuffled and sobbed as she reached into Ronald's pants and found his cock. Her sobs got louder as she pulled it out. It was long and hard, the swollen cockhead throbbing with lust. It bobbed before Queenie's terrified eyes.
In the corner, Justine felt as if she would pass out. She had no idea how they had fallen into this trap, but she was a virgin and utterly terrified that they would rape her. Queenie wasn't, or said she wasn't.
Queenie wept as she held Ronald's stiff prick, the cockhead inches from her mouth.
"Okay, Ronald," Norman said, "take it anyway you want."
"Lick it," Ronald ordered.
"Ohhh no," Queenie whispered, but she leaned forward and licked at the swollen cock-head.
In her corner, Justine felt sick.
"Suck it," Ronald said.
"W-what?" Queenie sobbed.
Ronald grabbed her blonde hair and twisted her around, thrusting her tits up. Almost lazily Norman came forward and lashed the belt across Queenie's tits, bouncing them horribly on the young girl's chest. Queenie's scream rang around the room and Justine buried her face in her hands.
"What do you call us?" Norman snapped.
"Sir, sir!" Queenie screamed.
Ronald twisted the young blonde back and rammed her lips at his cock, thrusting it deep into her mouth. Queenie's gurgled scream rang out from around the massive thick cock that invaded her mouth. Slowly Ronald pulled her face back by her hair until her lips were just at his cockhead.
"Now, you little whore, when I say suck it, what do you say?" he snapped.
"Y-yes, sir," Queenie wept.
"Good, now suck me off fast, I gotta get back to work. And swallow it all, you get any cum on my pants and you'll be in trouble."
It was horrifying, but Justine had to watch as Queenie sank her mouth over the swollen cockhead. The young blonde was weeping, her beaten, red ass throbbing, her panties torn in one place from the force of the blows. She held the cockshaft as she sucked, her mouth work�ing, her eyes closed.
Norman came over to Justine and stood over her. "Get up!"
Justine struggled up and stood trembling beside him.
"You're gonna be doin' that soon," he said, "so watch."
"Y-yes, sir," Justine stammered.
"Open your dress, I wanna see those tits."
"Oooohh, p-please, sir, please!" Justine wept. "Nooo, I'll do it!" She screamed as he grabbed her.
He let her go and waited.
Justine's trembling fingers went to the button at the neck of her dress. She struggled with it and got it open. She stood, the sides of her dress falling open, showing most of her bra.
"Take the fuckin' bra off," he said.
Justine was almost too frightened to do it. Her hand reached for the clasp. The only sound in the room was Queenie's moans of horror as she sucked Ronald's cock. The clasp opened, the cups of the bra fell away to reveal Justine's magnificent tits. They swung on her chest, spreading slightly, the weight hardly carrying them down at all, the nipples pointing slightly outwards.
"Heyyyyy!" Norman said with approval. "Hey, Ian, look at this pair."
"Yeahhh," Ian said, turning from the suck�ing Queenie for a moment. "Gotta tit-fuck that."
They both laughed and Norman turned away, ignoring Justine. She didn't know what to do. Shaking with fear, she reached up and tried to pull her dress sides back across her tits.
"Did I tell you to do that?" Norman snapped.
"N-no, sir," Justine trembled.
Ronald was getting excited. His hips thrust at Queenie's face harder, ramming his cock deeper into her throat. He grabbed her teased blonde hair, gripping it, pulling until Queenie was moaning in pain.
"Suck it, bitch," he yelled, "get your fuckin' teeth outta the way, bitch, or I'll whip the shit outta you!"
He spread his legs and pumped his cock into Queenie's helpless mouth harder and faster until it blurred with the speed of his fucking.
"Yaaaahhhhh!" Ronald yelled, as his cock swelled in Queenie's mouth. "Ohhh, keep it just like that and you won't do too bad, whore! I'm gonna shoot, and don't get any on my pants, cunt, yeaaahhhhh!"
His cock rammed at Queenie's throat, forc�ing her head back against the tight grip he had on her hair. Queenie's muffled screams burst out from around his fuckmeat as it slammed in and out, the purple cockhead swelling, throb�bing in her mouth.
"Yeahhh!" Ronald roared. "Ohhh yeahhh!" He spread his legs farther, his cock slamming in and out of Queenie's lips.
Suddenly Queenie gave a terrible scream. Thick white cum burst into her mouth and splat�tered over her lips. She gurgled, her body shak�ing with revulsion.
"Swallow it, whore!" Ronald yelled. "Ohhh, fuck, swallow it! Ohhh, you shit, shit!" More hot white goo pumped out of his cock, squeez�ing out of Queenie's lips, dropping to the concrete floor. Gobs of it dropped on his pants as his climax shot more jism at Queenie's mouth. "You shit, I'll get you! I'll fuckin' get you!"
He pumped another thick rope of cum at Queenie's mouth, and it slid out of the terrified, gagging girl's mouth and down her tits, more of it falling to the floor.
His cock dribbled some goo over Queenie's mouth as he twisted her hair viciously. Queenie sobbed and spat his seed out, weeping in helpless revulsion.
"You little bitch," he moaned, "you little bitch!" His cock was reduced to oozing cum and he rubbed it over Queenie's cheeks and mouth, raging at her. He threw her to the floor and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, rubbing at the cum on his pants. "Fuck, if my wife sees this, fuuuck!"
"Don't worry," Norman said easily. "Gimme a call Sunday. She'll give you a real good one then."
"What about the party, Norman?" Ronald asked, almost whining. "You promised to talk to them."
"Fuck," Norman said, spreading his huge hands, "I did, Ronald, I did, but they're real close, you know that. Nobody they don't know. I'll keep trying, but I promise you the best time of your life on Sunday, gimme a call."
"Yeah, sure, thanks, Norman," Ronald said. "See you guys," he said and left hurriedly, his face down.
Ian turned the key in the lock. "Jerk," he said.
"Hey," Norman laughed. "Come on, he's doin' real well. This is the third deal this month, fuck, whadaya want?"
"Yeah," Ian said and grinned.
Norman walked over to the sobbing Queenie. "See that cum on your tits? Get it on your finger and lick it all up, little girl, lick it all up."
CHAPTER TWO
"Nooo, don't make me do that!" Queenie wailed as the two massive cops grinned at her.
"Sir!" Norman snapped.
"Please, don't make me do that, sir," Queenie sobbed. There were several thick gobs of cum on her tits and she stared down at them with revulsion. "Ohhh no, please, don't, not that again!" she screamed as she was picked up and hustled across to the rope hanging from the pipe.
All her protests were in vain. In a matter of seconds she was hanging from the rope again, her arms straining, her feet just flapping on the floor.
"I'll do it!" she screamed, "I'll do it!"
"Sir!" Norman snapped again. He drew back his belt and lashed Queenie's ass, the slap ring�ing around the room.
"Uurgghh! I'll do it, sir!" Queenie screamed. "No, not again, nooaaagghh!"
"Gonna teach you manners, young lady," Norman said grimly. "Say, thank you, sir, every time I whip you. When you've said it ten times, I'll stop."
The belt lashed into Queenie's ass and she screamed, twisting on the rope. The belt lashed in again, driving another thick red stripe across her creamy white ass flesh.
"Aaaagghhh, thank you, sir!" she screamed.
"Good. Hold her legs open, Ian."
"Nooo, aaghhh, thank you, sir!" Queenie screamed in agony, her body jerking on the rope.
Ian took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, until the young girl's feet were hard�ly on the floor at all. The belt lashed her ass.
"Ooohh, thank you, sir!" Queenie sobbed.
The belt changed direction. Norman slung it downward, then swept it up, to crash between Queenie's open thighs, right onto the soft flesh of her pussy.
"Owwww!" She sobbed, her body shaking helplessly. "T-thank you, sir!"
"Hold your own legs open," Norman snapped. "It doesn't count if Ian has to hold them."
The belt lashed Queenie's ass, jerking her as she wept and screamed. The next blow landed on her pussy, the tail of the belt whipping her panties into her flesh until the curly mound of her pussy could be clearly seen.
"T-thank you, sir!" Queenie sobbed as the belt cut her ass. The belt came back, lashing her cunt, and she screamed in agony. "Uuurrgghhh! Thank you, sir."
"How many's that?" Norman asked as he lashed her again.
"Dunno," Ian said, "call it five."
"Okay," Norman said and whipped the screaming teenager again. She sobbed and thanked him. Another four blows went in and Queenie somehow thanked Norman for all of them, twisting on the ropes in agony.
"Good," Norman said, "one more." He laid into her ass viciously.
"Aaaggghhhh! Thank you, sir!" Queenie screamed and hung there, her legs still wide open, her body heaving with pain.
Norman walked around to the sobbing teenager. Cum still ran over her tits and down her stomach. He slid the tail of the belt up, catching several gobs of it on the warm leather that had lashed Queenie's ass and pussy.
"Lick it off," he said.
Queenie moaned. Her eyes stared at him as the tail of the belt approached her mouth. She flicked her tongue out and licked the cum off the leather, swallowing it quickly, gagging on the thick, salty goo.
Norman took the belt down again and drew some more of Ronald's cum onto the tail. Queenie licked that off, weeping all the time.
"Okay," Norman said and let the weeping schoolgirl down. "Let's see how well you've learned. Some of it went on the floor. Crawl over and lick it up."
There were several gobs of cum on the floor. Some of it was mixed in with the dust and dirt, but Norman didn't let Queenie off any of it. He stood over her as the terrified, weeping school�girl licked the goo up, swallowing it until it was all gone.
"Good," he said and gave her ass a lash of the belt to make his point. He put his foot on the moaning teenager's neck. "Now, what do you do if a guy shoots in your mouth?"
"Good," Norman said, "you're learning. Now get up, take your panties off and sit in that chair, hands on the back of it, and don't move."
"Yes, sir," Queenie gasped and scrambled over to the chair the moment the pressure came off the back of her neck.
"Now," Norman said, "let's see the other one."
Justine stayed where she was, trembling in horror. She didn't want to do a thing to upset them.
"Come here," Norman said.
Justine rushed to do as she was told. She stood in front of the two cops, her tits heaving out of her dress, her bra hanging down her sides.
"Take the dress off," Ian said.
"Y-yes, sir." Justine grabbed for her dress, trying to drag it off.
"Slowly!" Ian snapped.
"Yes, sir," Justine moaned. She slipped the dress down her trembling arms and let it fall to the dirty floor. She faced them in just her bra and her panties.
Ian pulled the bra down her arms and off. He slid his hands over her tits, playing with them, squeezing the nipples. Justine moaned and shrank away from him.
"Don't you love having a real man touch your tits?" He grinned.
"Y-y-y-yes, sir," Justine stammered.
"Then hold them out to me," he said silkily.
Justine tried, but her tits felt as if electric shocks were going through them at the touch of his hands. Suddenly he took hold of her nipples and squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Aaaaahhh!" Justine moaned as the pressure mounted and pain shot through her swelling tits.
"Tell me how you love it," Ian said, tighten�ing his grip further.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Justine choked as agony rushed through her body. "I love it, sir!"
"Good." He released his fingers. "Now get on the table and he on your back with your head over this end. Move!"
Justine scrambled up onto the table, fear echoing through her whole body. She lay on her back, her head just at the end.
"Pull your legs up and spread them," Ian said.
Justine did as she was told. The black triangle of her cuntal hair showed through her thin panties. Norman ran a finger over the stretched material.
"Whadaya think?" he said as Justine trem�bled under his touch. Ian grinned and slid his own belt out of his pants waistband. "I think these tits will look real good, all red and sore, hey?" Norman chuckled.
"Oh no, please, sir, I did what you told me!" Justine wept. She stared at the thick leather of the belt as Ian wrapped the buckle end around his hand.
"But you tried to escape, didn't you?" he asked softly. He took the belt and drew it slowly across Justine's large soft tits.
"Y-yes, sir, but I was-"
"Didn't you?"
"Yes, sir." Justine sobbed helplessly. She was staring right at the massive bulge in Ian's pants.
"So you deserve to be punished, don't you?" Ian slowly dragged the belt across Justine's tit-flesh.
"Ohhhh, please, sir, no not... aagghhhh!" Justine leaped on the table as the thick belt lashed her tits, slapping them across her chest, leaving thick red welts across them. "Yes, yes, sir, I deserve it!"
"Hold your ankles," he said, drawing the belt across Justine's tits again.
Justine wept with terror as she did what she was told, holding her ankles, with her legs spread wide apart above her head.
The belt swung above her terrified eyes, and she tried not to flinch as it came down, lashing right at her tits. The thick leather beat into her flesh, the sharp slap ringing around the room. Agony echoed out of her tits, sending her into a horrible scream of pain. She gripped her ankles tightly and somehow that helped as she bucked on the table, her back arcing in pain. The belt came down again, cutting her flesh, beating thick crimson lines into Justine's deliciously large tits.
"Aaaaaagghhhh!" Justine wailed, gripping her legs tight, heaving up and down on the table, her body bouncing the thick wooden legs around on the concrete floor. Another blow lashed her tits, driving her out of her mind with pain.
Norman stepped up to Queenie in the chair. "Undo my pants."
The trembling blonde reached out and un�zipped his pants. She reached in and moaned as she touched a massive cock, inches bigger than Ronald's, standing thick and ready.
"Take it out," Norman said.
Queenie gurgled with suppressed fear as she eased the monster cock out. There were ten inches of it at least, and the shaft was as thick as her hand.
"Wouldn't you love to suck that?" Norman said.
"Y-yes," Queenie whispered in terror. Instantly Norman grabbed her hair and bent her back, heaving her young tits out. "Yes, sir!" Queenie screamed. "Yes, sir, yes, yes, aaaagghhh!"
"You gotta learn," Norman said as he whipped his belt over Queenie's tits.
"Yes, sir, sir, sir!" she shrieked and Norman stopped.
"Wouldn't you love to suck it?" Norman asked, his cock inches from Queenie's mouth.
"Yes, sir, oh yes, sir!" Queenie gasped. She put out her hand and took the shaft, reaching her mouth out for the bulbous cockhead.
"Did I tell you to suck it?" he snapped, grip�ping her hair again.
"No, but I thought, sir, that's what you wanted!" Queenie screamed. She wept as she was pulled back and the belt lashed her tits again, sending her into paroxysms of pain.
"Now, what have you learned?" Norman asked.
"I mustn't do anything, sir, not until you tell me to," Queenie sobbed, clutching her tits, caressing the painful flesh.
"Good. Now, would you like to suck my cock?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" Queenie wept.
"Very well, now you can," Norman said cruelly. He laughed as the terrified schoolgirl leaned forward frantically and sucked his massive cockhead into her tiny mouth. It filled her cheeks, making her gag with its size. Norman let her do it for a while and then pulled her slowly back by the hair. Her mouth was just at the tip, licking over his swollen cockhead. "What do you do when a man shoots in your mouth, little girl?"
"I swallow it, sir," Queenie wept.
"Close enough. The right answer is whatever he says. If he says to take it all over your face, you do that, got it?"
"Yes, sir," Queenie moaned.
"Good, you've got a ways to go, but we'll train you. Now get up and lean over that table face down, there's enough room. I'm gonna have your cunt. I love young cunt like yours."
"Yes, sir," Queenie wept.
She got up and walked over to the table. It was a terrible sight. Justine was still shrieking with pain, clutching her ankles with each blow of the belt across her swollen, crimson tits.
"Now I'm, gonna fuck you," Ian said, "say thank you."
"But I'm a virgin, sir, please!" Justine wailed.
"What?" Instantly, Ian rushed around the table, pushing Queenie aside, and tore Justine's panties away, ripping them to shreds in an instant. Without another word he shoved his finger at her pussy, pushing it in over the terrified, dry walls. He pushed up farther until he came up against the tight drum of Justine's cherry. "Fuck me!"
"Boy, will Verna thank us," Norman said. "That'll put the bidding sky high, and us on thirty percent. Fuck!"
"Can't screw that up," Ian said. "Still, she can blow me, that'll do." He came back to Justine's face. "Well, little girl, you're a real find. How would you like to blow me?"
"Ohhhh, yes, sir, yes, sir!" Justine sobbed.
Ian reached for his pants and unzipped them, taking out his massive cock, almost as long and thick as Norman's. He played it close to Justine's mouth. "When I come, what do you do?"
"I swallow it, sir," Justine wept.
"Good, we understand each other. Fuck me up like our friend fucked Ronald up, and you'll be on the rope, getting a real going over, got that?"
"Y-yes, sir," Justine said. She stared at the cockhead as it got closer and touched her lips. Terrified out of her mind, she licked it, and felt it quiver. With a grunt Ian pushed and the thick bulbous knob slid into Justine's mouth. She gagged as the huge thing forced her mouth to open. She ran her tongue over it and that seemed to please him. He pushed it in until it reached the entrance to her throat. Then he just eased it in and out a little, letting her mouth work on it.
To Justine's surprise it wasn't half as bad as she'd thought it would be. The cock was thick and rubbery, pushing relentlessly at her throat. But there was something almost comforting in having her mouth so full of male cockmeat. She lay on the table, her legs spread wide, gripping her ankles, her eyes closed, sucking the massive prick.
"Over," Norman said and pushed Queenie forward.
With a moan, the little blonde bent at the waist and went forward over the table, close to Justine.
Norman's cockhead slid over the entrance of her pussy. She moaned at the thought of that massive cock invading her cunt. She was sure it would split her in two. Norman slapped her ass and she shrieked, jumping on the table.
"Ready little girl?" he yelled.
"Yes, sir," Queenie wept.
With a chuckle he pushed and his thick cock�head thrust at her pussy, working in as Queenie shrieked and heaved up on the table. The force of his invasion made her pussy walls stretch and tremble in pain. Another massive heave and he was several inches inside her pussy.
"Ooohhhh, God!" Queenie moaned, clutch�ing the table top.
"Don'cha love it?" Norman yelled as he heaved more of his thick cock into the young girl's cunt.
"Yes, sir, yesssss!" Queenie screamed, her feet heaving off the floor as his next ramming thrust carried him almost all the way into her cunt. Her pussy was bursting with thick cock, the massive prick rasping over her stretched and throbbing walls as Norman heaved back, his cock almost out of her cunt, and then rammed back in.
"How ya doin'?" Norman yelled at Ian.
"Fuck!" Ian gasped as he slid his cock back into Justine's submissive mouth. "I'm gonna shoot real soon."
"Damn right!" Norman yelled, his cock pumping in and out of Queenie's pussy. "And this one's so fuckin' tight, ohhhhh fuck!" His cock speeded up, fucking in and out faster and harder.
Ian gripped Justine's tits, squeezing them, sending sharp pangs of pain over the helpless girl as he fucked his cock into her mouth, ramming it harder to the back of her throat.
"Ooookay, little girl!" he yelled. "Get ready to swallow lots of cum, heeere it comes!"
His cock pistoned in and out, swelling in Justine's horrified mouth as the young girl clung to her ankles and prayed that she could swallow it all. She felt his cockshaft swelling as the cum pumped down it.
"Yeahhhhh! Here it comes up your cunt, whore!" Norman yelled as he pumped his cock into Queenie's soft pussy. The young blonde moaned as she gripped the table top, her pussy a spasming mass of pain. Suddenly Norman leaned over her, his cock thrust right to the top of her pussy as massive gobs of cum gushed out of it, mashing into her cunt.
"Uuurrggggg!" he yelled, his hips heaving, bashing Queenie's hips into the edge of the table. "Uuurrggg, yeahhhhh!" Norman panted, his cock spouting cum, pistoning in and out of her helpless body as he spent himself.
On her back on the table, Justine shuddered as she felt Ian's cock heaving. Then it happened, she had a mouthful of hot salty cum. It gushed out, she swallowed compulsively and some of the horrible sticky stuff went down her throat.
"Yaaaaa!" Ian yelled, his cock pumping at her mouth, his hands twisting her nipples as he shot. "Take it all, little girl, take it all!"
His cock shot another massive dose of jism, and Justine choked, somehow managing to swallow more of the gooey cum. Gobs of it formed at her lips, but she swallowed again and licked her tongue out, taking it in as Ian rammed home, almost invading her throat as he yelled and shot another hot wad of jism.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" he bellowed. He gave a great final pump, gushing more cum down Justine's throat, and then pulled back so that his cock was just at her lips as it oozed the final gobs. "Lick it up, little girl. I like to watch."
It was desperate humiliation for Justine. Gobs of sticky goo formed at his cockslit and she had to lick them off and swallow them. She wept as she did it, but again, she found that it wasn't so bad in the end. The stuff tasted fresh, and went down her throat easily.
Norman leaned over Queenie's twisting body, his cock slowly pumping around in her twitch�ing cunt. "Not bad. We'd better get these two over to Verna's."
CHAPTER THREE
Norman went out and the two terrified girls were left with Ian, just leaning against the wall, grinning at them. "Wish you hadn't stolen those things?"
"Y-yes," Queenie wept.
He laughed. "You're gonna wish it a lot more before we're through with you. You won't be thieves after this."
"P-please, we won't do it again," Queenie wept. "Please let us go. We won't tell, honest we won't."
Ian just laughed again and zipped up his pants. He picked up the little white slip and the baby doll nightie that had started the whole problem, and put them into his pocket. "Verna'll want these."
Norman came back in, carrying a pair of very expensive fur coats.
"What the fuck?" Ian said.
"Don't worry, Ronald'll explain it to his boss," Norman said with a grin. "It's only two fur coats." He grinned at the girls again. "Put 'em on, we gotta get you out of here."
The coats were luxurious and Justine felt the sensuous caress of the fur on her flesh as she put it on. It was almost exciting wearing nothing under an expensive fur coat, had things not been as desperate as they were. Justine shuddered and snuffled with fear.
"Come on," Norman said and grabbed Justine by the elbow. "Now behave, you fuck this up and you'll be sore for a week, got that?"
"Y-yes," Justine whispered.
In truth, there was little fight left in the girls as they stumbled up some stairs and out through a back entrance. Nobody looked at them as they were bundled into the back of a police car. Once inside, Norman blindfolded them and they had to sit in horrified silence for what seemed like almost an hour before the car crunched up a gravel drive and came to a halt. The blindfolds stayed on as the policemen hauled them out and up a flight of stairs. A door closed behind them and the blindfolds were taken off. It was a large room, tastefully decorated, with luxurious sofas and chairs all around. At the far end a door opened.
"My," said a woman's voice, "are these the two you promised me?" It was a dark woman, with a square, beautiful face, strong jaw and hard, clear eyes.
"Yup," Norman said, "you got it, Verna. And better than that, this one's cherry."
"What?" Verna looked astounded. She walked up to Justine and stared at her. "Open the coat!"
Justine was trembling all over as she opened the sides of the fur coat and waited, her soft lovely body open, helpless.
"Well," Verna said slowly, "this is a find." She ran her hands over Justine's still red and sore tits. "You must have been a naughty girl." She gently closed her fingers over Justine's nipples.
"Yes, miss," Justine said, fear filling her, "we stole some clothes."
"Yes," the woman said, "I know. You're a virgin?"
"Yes." Justine's voice was shaking with fear. "Open your legs," Verna said.
Justine was choking in shame and fear as she opened her thighs and waited.
Verna ran her hands over Justine's thighs, and up to the soft lips of her pussy. She stared at Justine as she gently probed and pushed her finger into the tight dry hole of Justine's terrified cunt. It pushed in, farther, working up until she touched the tight drum of Justine's cherry.
"Well, I'll be fucked," she said. "This'll go over real well." She pulled her fingers out of Justine's trembling body. "Good price on this, particularly as the rest of the superstructure is so good." She surveyed the two girls. "This one's gone already, I suppose." She pointed to Queenie.
"Yup, all busted out," Norman said with a laugh.
In a very few moments the door opened again and two women came in. One of them was a sultry brunette, the other a pouting, nasty-looking little blonde. They were both in little dresses that were cut at the top to reveal most of their thrust-up tits, and drawn in tight at the waist. That made the shiny black material flare over their swelling asses, while the hems scarcely covered the girl's stocking tops. They paraded in on high-heeled shoes, their shapely legs sway�ing, their tits thrusting out of the top of their uniforms.
"Get these two ready for tonight," Verna said.
"Yes, Verna," the brunette said, curtsying.
"Leave those coats here!" Verna snapped. As the two trembling schoolgirls slid the coats down their arms and stood naked, Verna walked over to the wall and opened part of the paneling. She took out two thin rods, four or so feet long. As Justine and Queenie stared at the rods with rising terror, she came back and handed them to the two girls she had called in. "You see them? Any misbehavior and you'll be whipped, got that?"
"Y-yes, miss," Queenie said.
"This is Karen." Verna pointed to the brunette. "And this is Diana."
"Yes, miss," Queenie said.
"Come along," the brunette said, slapping the thin rod on her leg.
The two girls scurried to obey, following the two black-dressed women down a corridor and into a massive bathroom.
"Get in," Karen said. She pointed to a sauna and the two girls rushed to obey, sitting on the hard benches, too terrified to speak as the heat came up.
The next hour was strange. The girls had to go back and forth between the sauna and the cold pool, but, at the end of it, their whip marks had gone down a great deal.
Then they were taken out to have their hair done. With the makeup that Karen and Diana put on them, both girls looked highly desirable by the time they were made to stand and look at themselves in the mirror.
"Here," Diana said, "put them on, you wanted them."
It was the things they had stolen. Justine almost broke into tears. B "Cut that out!" Karen snapped. "Or you'll get a real reason to cry. Now, put them on."
They struggled with the clothes, remember�ing how they would have had fun in them that evening, playing in Queenie's house, pretend�ing to be all grown up and sophisticated. They stared at themselves in the mirror, Justine in the short slip and matching panties, Queenie in the baby doll nightie, flowing around her ass and pussy.
"Let me see," Karen said, "for this crowd we need a bit more." She took out white stock�ings and made the girls both put them on, keep�ing them up with fluffy garters. Finally high-heeled slippers with furry straps made the effect she wanted complete. "Not bad. You know how men are, love stockings." She laughed nastily.
Diana came in with the two fur coats. "Verna changed her mind, wear these."
"Come along," Karen said.
They walked down another corridor, to a large set of doors. There were sounds of laugh�ing and glasses clinking in the room beyond. Karen slipped inside and the girls waited, shak�ing, unable to even look at each other. Karen came back out. "Ready?" she said.
The door opened and Diana pushed the girls in. "That way."
It was a stage, set about a foot above the rest of the floor in the room. There were spotlights shining down on it and Verna stood there, in the center.
Verna wasn't dressed in a robe any more. She wore tight black boots, stockings to match, a short black leather skirt and jacket, both covered with heavy metal studs, a white shirt, and a black leather cap, pulled down over her eyes. She ran the tail of a thin, plaited leather whip through her hands.
"Gentlemen," she called out and the room fell silent. "These are the two delights I promised you. Stand there, girls."
Justine's head swam as she stood in the spot�light. Out, past the lights, were the vague shadowy figures of men. How many she didn't know, but there seemed to be at least twenty.
"This one," Verna said, tapping Justine with the handle of the whip, "is the virgin."
A round of applause broke out and Justine almost fell to the stage in a dead faint. She was going to be deflowered, right here, for the delight of these depraved men.
"If you'd like to inspect the merchandise," Verna said. She tapped the girls. "Walk down there and back. Do whatever they say."
It was a narrow catwalk, just above the floor, with the men at either side. It was horrifying to look at and both the girls hesitated.
"Move!" Verna snapped.
In a dream Justine wobbled toward the cat�walk. She stepped on, and walked down as the men stared at her. They were all well-dressed, in expensive suits, some even in tuxedos.
"Open those coats," said a voice.
Her heart in her mouth, Justine pulled the sides of the coat open, revealing her lovely body in the tiny slip, panties and stockings. Behind her, an equally terrified Queenie opened her coat.
"These are the clothes they were caught steal�ing," Verna said, "but don't rip them yet."
"Stand still," said another voice.
Justine stood there, her high-heels uncertain on the catwalk, her whole body trembling with fear.
At the back of the room, Justine could see Karen and Diana, moving through, running their hands over the men, teasing them, getting them aroused. On the other side there were two more dim figures of girls, doing the same thing.
Justine turned, almost choking with fear, the coat showing her luscious figure.
"Lean down," the voice said.
Justine bent until her head was almost level with her waist before he told her to stop. The man came forward and ran his hands over her tits, stroking them, playing with the soft flesh, pushing the top of the slip aside.
"Not bad," he said, "hey, have a feel."
He stepped away and another man came up, and ran his hands over Justine's tits.
Behind her, another man told Queenie to kneel on the sidewalk.
The little blonde went down, her legs unsteady, her eyes wet with tears. Hands came out, worked over her tits, pushing the baby doll nightie aside.
"So, you lost your cherry, huh?" one of the men said.
"Yes," Queenie moaned.
Instantly a hand whipped out and slapped her face. "What did you say?" he snapped.
"Y-yes, sir!" Queenie screamed, her hand up to her stinging face.
"Put your hand down!" he snapped. His fingers ran down her body, to the bottom of the baby doll nightie. Slowly he reached in and spread the panties aside, taking hold of Queenie's trembling pussy lips. "So who took it?"
"M-my boyfriend, sir," Queenie wept.
"Now that's bad, isn't it?" he said. "Fuck�ing before marriage, that's real bad." His fingers tightened on her pussy and Queenie gave a sudden scream of pain and pulled away.
"Let me go!" she screamed and tried to run for the stage.
She was grabbed instantly. The coat was almost torn off her, and she was bundled for�ward in the semi-darkness and flung over a table, face down, screaming and kicking in fear.
Verna came forward, stroking the whip. "I'm sorry for that, but some of our girls, as you know, need to be trained."
"No worry," the man said. He went to the other side of the small table, his crotch inches from Queenie's screaming face. "Take my cock out!"
"F-fuck off!" Queenie screamed, her face a mass of fear and fury.
Verna drew the whip back and cracked it through the air, her metal studs glittering in the light. The plaited leather lashed into Queenie's tight ass cheeks.
"Aaaghhhh!" she screamed, tossing, trying to turn, but two men held her ankles and another one held her down on the table, lean�ing on her back.
The whip landed again, getting another shriek of pain from the helpless schoolgirl.
"Stand up," one of the men said to Justine. She did as she was told. He came up behind her and slipped his hands, inside the coat, holding her tits as he watched and listened to Queenie's screams of pain. "Now you're not going to be stupid, like your friend, are you?"
"N-no, sir," Justine said, her throat constricted, her body pulsing with fear.
"Good," he said. He lifted her coat up and thrust himself at her. He was standing on the floor, below Justine, and she could feel his thick cock pressing into her ass through his pants and the thin material of her panties.
Justine shuddered and held herself tight as he continued to work her tits, pinching her nipples sometimes quite painfully, rubbing his cock into the crack of her ass. She wanted to moan and run away, but she could see what was happen�ing to Queenie and anything would be better than that.
The whip lashed into Queenie's ass, getting a terrible scream of pain from the helpless blonde. Around her, the men watched. Four of them had Verna's girls caressing them. The girls moved around, their hands running over the men's pants, giggling as their short dresses were lifted and their hot little cunts played with.
"Aaaaagghhh, uuurrrgggg!" Queenie wept and screamed over the table. Her body twisted, heaving helplessly in the grip of the men who held her. The one standing in front of her waited.
"Take my cock out," he said as another slashing blow lashed into Queenie's ass.
Her hands trembling feverishly, Queenie reached out and tried to pull down the zipper of his pants. It stuck and she screamed again as the whip lashed her ass. She heaved and the zipper came down.
"Take my cock out and suck it off," the man said. "The whipping stops when you've sucked up the last of my cum. Get on with it."
Verna curled the whip into Queenie's helpless ass again and the girl screamed, reaching for�ward, her mouth feverishly closing over the thick cock. Her body tossed as she rammed her mouth down the thick shaft, her hands playing with his cockshaft. The whip cut her flesh, driv�ing more deep crimson lines of pain into the struggling girl.
"Isn't that great?" the man running his cock up into Justine's ass gasped. His cock throbbed and heaved in her ass crack, making her squirm with disgust.
"Y-yes, sir," she whispered.
"Reach back and take it out," he whispered, "I like to have it caressed while I watch."
She felt for his zipper, worked it down and reached inside, feeling the thick hot cock spring into her hands. She took the man's cock out and let it run in her young fingers, feeling his lust throb in her fingers.
"That's nice," the man said. He thrust his cock slowly at Justine's hands, reveling in the feel of her forced caress. "Now take your hands away and run them into your panties. Work your pussy."
"Oh, God," Justine moaned to herself. She took her hands off his cock and felt him grip her tits tighter as he lunged his cock back between her ass cheeks. He thrust the tight material of her panties into her ass crack as she heaved at it, his cock rock-hard and throbbing over her flesh. Justine slid her hands into her panties, running her fingers over her pussy. She spread her legs at his command and stood there, on the stage, watching the horrible scene being played out on the table.
The man fucking Queenie's mouth grunted with pleasure. He took hold of her blonde hair and pushed her mouth deeper onto his cock, thrusting it to the back of her throat.
"Suck it!" he said. "Suck it, lick it all up, whore. You little thief, shop-lifter, you deserve this, don't you?" He suddenly pulled Queenie's tear-streamed face off his cock and up to him as he leaned down. "Don't you deserve it?"
"Y-yes, aaaagggghhhh, sir!" Queenie screamed.
"Then suck it!" he yelled and thrust Queenie's mouth back on his cock.
Queenie's helpless shrieks bubbled from around the stiff cockshaft as the whip cracked across her ass and her body heaved in agony.
Around her, the men gathered closer, Verna's four girls still teasing and playing with them. Only one of them was getting fucked, bent over another table as a man rammed into her pussy from behind. She simpered and grinned, her short black dress up over her back. Her brunette hair tossed as she watched the climax of the pain and degradation Queenie suffered.
For the man was heaving his cock at her face harder, grabbing her blonde hair as she sucked him.
"Yeahhh!" he yelled. "Almost there, whore, almost there! Ohhhh yeahhhh! I'm coming, whore, suck it all down!"
He wasn't the only one. With a flood of horror, Justine realized that the man ramming his cock into her ass was going to come as well. She sobbed with shame, wondering how much more horror she would have to face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Verna lashed the thin rod into Queenie's ass, beating another thin red line of agony into the helpless schoolgirl's flesh.
"Suck him good!" Verna yelled. "Any cum gets out, you lick it up." She slapped the rod into the quivering ass flesh again.
There was a terrible bubbling shriek as Queenie's body lurched and twisted across the table. Her tiny white panties were no protection at all against the horrible rod, and the red of her flesh could be seen through the thin material as she screamed and heaved, her legs trembling with the force of the beating.
"Suck it!" The man at her head grunted, shoving the helpless blonde's mouth down on his cock. His prick swelled, his balls tightened and he leaned back, giving a low growl of lust. "Yeagghhhh! Here it comes!"
His cockshaft thrust higher into Queenie's mouth and a thick stream of cum burst out into the helpless schoolgirl's throat.
Justine was being forced to watch all this as the man holding her tits rammed his cock into her ass crack. His hands tightened further on Justine's nipples, squeezing as he gasped and heaved at her ass.
"Yeahhhh," he moaned, "don'cha love it? Hey?" He thrust harder and his cock began to throb, deep between Justine's ass cheeks.
She sobbed and hung her head, but he twisted her nipples, sending her lurching up, moaning with pain.
"Ohhh yes, sir, yes, I love it," she sobbed.
"Tell me how much you want me to shoot over your panties," he gasped, his cock thrust�ing out of control at Justine's ass.
Justine sobbed out loud. She still had to hold the fur coat out of the way of his cock as it rammed into her ass, throbbing out of control, swelling as the cum filled it.
"Ohhh, yes, sir, yes! Yes, please shoot all over my panties!"
The man went berserk as she begged him. His breath heaved harder, his hands tightened on her nipples and suddenly a thick spout of jism erupted from his cockslit and gushed into her panties. She moaned as he twisted her nipples to the pulse of his exploding cock, pushing it deeper, flooding Justine's panties, soaking through them in an instant, getting the crack of her ass all wet.
"Ohhh yeahhhh!" he gasped.
He hung onto Justine's tits as he thrust her up off the stage with the force of his climax, his cum spreading all over the insides of Justine's ass cheeks and soaking her panties.
Verna lashed the thin rod into Queenie's ass to the beat of the man's come as he rammed into her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Verna yelled as she whipped the screaming, struggling school�girl.
The man gripped Queenie's hair, ramming his cock in, listening with delight to her gurgling screams as she sucked his jetting cum down her throat.
"Ooohhhh!" he gasped, his cockshaft thrust�ing in and out like a piston, shooting cum at the peak of each heave. "Ohhh yeah, do it, take it, yeahhhh!"
Queenie's whole body trembled as the rod whipped her and she struggled to swallow all the cum. Gobs of it squeezed past her lips, but she managed to get them back in before they dropped onto the floor, or worse, down the man's dark suit.
Mercifully the stream slowed, the cock came to a gradual halt, still oozing cum into her mouth, and Verna stopped the terrible beat of the whip. Queenie lay there, sobbing, holding on to the cock, licking up the last of the cum.
The man picked her head up off his cock. "Thank me."
"T-thank, y-you, sir," Queenie stammered, tears streaming down her face.
"You deserved that, didn't you?" he said.
"Oh y-yes, sir, yes," the poor blonde girl wailed, "yes, I did, sir! I deserved that!"
"Good," he said. "Get up."
Queenie was allowed to get off the table. She stood, shaking with terror and pain, rubbing her ass. It didn't do much good, the pain got worse if anything.
"Up on the stage," Verna snapped.
Queenie went up as fast as her high-heels and wobbling legs would allow her. She stood in the bright light, weeping and rubbing her ass.
"Where's that other whore?" Verna snapped.
Justine was still standing, holding up her fur coat as the man gave the last of his gasps of orgasm and stopped twisting her nipples pain�fully. His cock oozed the last of its cum into her panties, and she shuddered, the wet goo making her ass feel cold and sticky.
"Get up here, girl. What do you think you're doing?" Verna snapped.
The man pushed her away. "That little whore's got cum in her panties!" he yelled and some of the men chuckled.
"Really?" Verna said as the trembling Justine climbed back onto the stage and stood beside Queenie. Neither of them dared look at each other.
"My God!" Verna snarled at the two girls. "You tell them to walk down a stage and they come back in this mess. You, pull your stock�ings up and get them straight. You, take off that coat."
Both the girls rushed to obey. Queenie's fingers trembled with the stockings, twisting them around until the seams were straight and the garters held the nylon tightly against her legs. Justine almost dropped the coat because she was in such a hurry to discard it. But soon they faced the men again, now in nothing more than the clothes they had wanted to steal.
"You," Verna said, "turn around and bend over. Show them your ass in the light."
Queenie sobbed, but didn't dare disobey. She turned and bent, allowing the men to feast their eyes on her crimson, whipped ass.
"You notice that we attempt to distribute the strokes over the whole of the area." Verna strolled around, sliding her hands over Queenie's tight ass. Queenie shuddered as new gushes of pain soared over her body. Verna eased the tight panties into Queenie's ass crack, displaying the whole of her painful flesh. "Pretty good, I think you will agree, gentlemen."
There was a round of applause that made Queenie feel even worse.
"Stand up," Verna said.
Queenie sprang up and turned back to face the audience.
"And now, you," Verna said, "turn around and bend down."
Justine felt her heart rushing into her throat as she turned and bent over, showing her white creamy ass cheeks to the men. But it was her panties that Verna concentrated on.
"Shit!" the dark-haired sadist yelled. "Look at that, soaked with cum. Take them off, girl and don't move!"
Justine moaned with suffering as she did her best. It was difficult to take the panties off while still bent over, but she managed it.
"Fuck, you whore!" Verna yelled. "Your ass is soaked too." She strode around to Justine's face. "Suck the cum out of those panties!"
Justine choked. She stared at the terrible woman, tapping the thin rod in her hand. The panties were wet in her hand, gobs of cum mashed into the thin fabric. She burst into tears, but did not dare disobey. Her hands shaking in terror and shame, she brought the panties up to her mouth and licked at the cum.
"Hey, you," Verna said. "Lick her ass clean, she's got cum all over it."
Queenie shrieked and dropped to her knees. "Oh no," she begged, but she was already crawling towards Justine. "I'll do it!" she wailed as Verna raised the rod over her ass. But that didn't stop the blow, lashing across her agonized ass cheeks.
"What did you say?" Verna demanded, hold�ing the rod in the air again.
"I'll do it, mistress!" Queenie screamed and began to climb up Justine's legs, shaking in mortal terror.
Justine moaned as she felt Queenie's tongue lick over her ass. She sucked at the panties, getting more of the cum out of them, the salty, sticky taste rolling in her mouth.
"Deep in!" Verna snapped. "That cum gets everywhere. It's right on her asshole, bitch, so lick it off."
The two schoolgirls moaned in terror. Justine shivered as she felt Queenie's tongue licking deeper into her ass cheeks, moving closer to the crinkled bud of her asshole.
In front of the staring men, Queenie licked right over Justine's tight brown asshole.
Justine jerked a bit. Strange, sensual bursts of feeling rushed out of her flesh. She groaned and concentrated on the panties, sucking and licking at them, though all the cum had gone. Queenie's tongue licked her asshole again and she groaned as daggers of sharp passion rushed out of the contact.
Queenie sobbed as she licked at her friend's ass. She felt Justine's excitement and the very depravity of the contact aroused the very first feelings of sensuality in Queenie as well. For nearly a minute they clung together, both bent at the waist, while Queenie's hot tongue licked deep between Justine's ass cheeks.
"Okay, enough!" shouted Verna. "Get up, both of you."
The two girls shot back to their feet, both of them trembling with the strange excitement they couldn't confess to.
Verna paraded to the front of the stage. "It's time to take this young lady's cherry. What am I bid?"
There was a roar from the crowd. Justine looked at Queenie, sobbing at the thought of the horror to come. But Queenie wasn't much help, since she was in just as bad a way.
"Hey, Verna," a voice called, "we were thinking. This is gonna be too much fun for one of us, so why not make her do it? On the bar."
There was a roar of approval from the men.
"And what about the price?" Verna asked, stroking the rod through her fingers. "Virgins are worth something."
"We'll all chip in!" somebody else yelled.
Verna shrugged. "Okay, let's get to it."
Justine didn't know what was happening until a piece of apparatus was wheeled out onto the stage. It had a lot of bars and steps on it, with straps and bindings all over the tubular struc�ture. There were cranks and wheels on it too, making it look absolutely terrifying.
The apparatus was set in position and Verna loomed over Justine. "Get up!"
Justine's legs were almost too unsteady to carry her. She struggled up, weeping.
"Please, no," she wept, "I'll do anything else, but please, don't make me-" She screamed as she was grabbed from behind. "No!" she screamed as Verna reached for the top of her tiny slip and peeled it away, reveal�ing Justine's luscious, round swelling tits. "No! I'll do it!"
Verna lashed the rod across her tits and Justine lurched in agony, a red stripe right across her swelling tit mounds.
"Now let's get this right," Verna said, whip�ping the screaming girl.
"I'll do it, mistress, I'll do it!" Justine shrieked as another cut of the cane whipped her tits.
"Beg me, whore!" Verna demanded, lashing Justine's tits, beating another line of agony right across her nipples.
"Please, let me do it, mistress!" Justine wept, her body thrashing and tossing in the grip of the man behind her.
"Do what?" Verna said, laying into Justine again.
"Fuck myself, mistress!" Justine shrieked as more agony burst out of her tits.
"That's better," Verna said, laying the rod down. "I don't know, some of the girls these days. Fuck. Put her up."
The man spun the sobbing schoolgirl around and pushed her at the apparatus. Another man was screwing a massive dildo into place on the end of a long thick rod that reached up from the base of the apparatus.
She was strung up, her arms stretched to the outside top of the apparatus, also holding on thick springs that enabled her to pull them down a little if she tried. Her legs were spread around the dildo, and strapped to platforms that could be run on the bottom rails of the apparatus. She stood there, spread-eagled in her slip, stockings and high-heels, the dildo at the very lips of her pussy, trembling and cold on her flesh. She wept floods of tears as she saw the men gather closer to watch.
"Come here," one of them said to Queenie.
The terrified little blonde did as she was told. The man sat in a chair and took his thick, stiff cock out. "Sit on it, right up your cunt while you watch."
"Yes, sir," Queenie sobbed. She wriggled up onto the man's thighs, feeling his cock strok�ing at the crack of her ass. Then she lifted herself, letting the thick cockhead work over her spasming pussy lips.
The man leaned forward. "If you're not wet, whore, my cock'll hurt. I don't like that, so what will I do?"
"W-whip me, sir," Queenie sobbed. As she said that an incredible rush of sensuality poured over her. She gasped and heaved, and, most important of all, her pussy juices began to flow.
Queenie gave a deep gurgle of fear and passion. She worked her pussy over the swollen head of the man's cock and, incredibly, the hard prick rod sank into her pussy. It slid in several inches and the man leaned back with a sigh of contentment.
"Not bad," he said, "now get deeper."
Moaning as the huge cock began to fill her fuck channel, Queenie eased her way down on the cock. The throb and scrape of the thick male prick over her pussy walls did strange things to her. Her cunt spasmed and she rammed his cock into her pussy right to the hilt.
"Okay, whore," the man said, "now slow down, I wanna take my time." He looked up at the stage, where everybody else was looking now.
Justine shuddered and wept on the apparatus, strung up, unable to move more than to pull her arms a little. Verna walked behind her, strok�ing the cane.
"Fuck yourself," said Verna, the studs on her jacket flashing in the lights.
Justine moaned and wept. She felt the cold tip of the dildo on her pussy lips. It trembled, rubbing over her flesh. She stared out at the men, all of them gathered close to watch her humiliation. She tried to thrust down a little, but her body simply wouldn't do it. She burst into more tears of horror. Then she screamed in real agony.
"Fuck yourself!" Verna demanded, whipping the bound girl again with the cane.
"Aaaaghghhh!" Justine sobbed, her body shaking as the pain burst out of her ass. She twisted, saw the cane stroking in, lashing over her ass, driving another unbelievable surge of pain through her body. Her scream rang around the room as she twisted and gyrated on the bar.
"Fuck yourself!" Verna yelled, lashing the trembling schoolgirl with another vicious stroke.
"Uuurgghhh!" Justine wept. She pushed down and felt the thick dildo enter the tight hole of her cunt, moving in less than an inch. Another stroke of the cane and she was shriek�ing in agony, her hips thrusting down, trying to get the dildo deeper into her cunt, straining against the ropes and hard springs holding her up. "I can't, mistress, I can't!" she screamed, her dark hair tossing, getting wet with the sweat breaking out all over her body.
"Beg us to spread your legs!" Verna snapped, lashing Justine's ass again.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Spread my legs, please, mistress!" Justine screamed, tossing in agony.
Two of the men grinned as they turned the ratchets on the sides of the apparatus. The platforms Justine's feet were strapped to pulled outwards, forcing Justine's trembling cunt downwards. The dildo fucked its way into her cunt another inch. The rod cut her ass, driving the screaming girl into another lurching heave that rammed the dildo deeper into her cunt, but not deep enough.
Queenie wept for the plight of her friend as she worked her tight little pussy up and down the man's stiff cock. But the slow flooding sensuality that spread from her pussy was possessing her more and more. Her spasming cunt clutched at the cock as it slid to the top of her fuck channel, sending more arrows of desire through her body. With another slobber�ing moan she leaned forward on the man's knees, ramming her pussy harder on his stiff prick.
He reached around her and took her nipples. "I said slow, girl," he snapped, tightening his fingers around Queenie's tiny nipple buds.
"Y-yes, sir, sorry, sir," Queenie sobbed, as she tried to slow the beat of her cunt on the thick cock rammed up it. She looked up at the stage and was utterly ashamed that the sight there made her pussy run with even more lust juices.
Justine screamed as the rod lashed her ass, her body jerking, her cunt thrusting at the dildo. The hard metal monster invading her pussy stretched her pussy lips, worked deeper with each thrust, but was still not quite there.
"Lower!" she screamed, even though her legs ached whenever the men pulled her legs apart. But that was nothing compared to the agony of the rod on her ass.
The men cranked the handles and Justine's feet were pulled farther apart. The rod lashed her ass, driving screaming agony through her, but the tip of the dildo finally touched the tight drum of Justine's virginity.
Verna lashed the rod across the screaming girl's ass. "Now do it, ram that thing up your cunt!"
With an unearthly scream, Justine lunged downwards. The dildo rammed at her cherry, pushing it in for a second before the dildo tore through and ripped high into her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Again!" Verna lashed the rod into Justine's ass with terrible fury.
"Aaagghhh!" Justine lurched on the ropes. Her straining arms pulled at the springs they were tied to, and the massive dildo rammed higher into her cunt. There was a smear of blood on the shaft, but the sobbing girl had no time to worry about her lost cherry. The whip cut her. She screamed, leaping up and plunging down on the dildo.
"Fuck yourself with it!" Verna yelled, lashing Justine again. "Come on, whore!"
In desperation Justine began to do as much as she could. It was a constant strain on her arms and legs, but she tried to fuck herself up and down on the dildo. Her thighs trembled, her legs heaved and she pulled with her arms as she did her best to ram the dildo up and down in her cunt. Every few seconds her terrible scream rang around the room as the rod cut her ass.
Queenie wept and sobbed as well. She rammed the man's cock up her cunt, leaping up and down on it, her body seething with new feel�ings. The man grabbed her pert, upright tits, squeezing them, pinching her nipples until she gave a shriek of pain, her pussy slamming up and down on his cock.
"Yeahhh, little girl, tell me how you want it," he growled.
"Yes, yes, master, yes!" Queenie screamed. Her ass still burned from the whipping and the pressure of his fingers on her nipples was terri�ble. But something strange was happening to the little blonde. The rasping of his cock in her hot little cunt was combining with the pain to set off a desperate sensual rage in her. She lunged up and down on his cock, feeling her pussy exploding with emotions she had never felt before.
Verna drew the rod back and lashed Justine's tight, red ass again.
"Down!" she snapped as the screaming schoolgirl lunged at the dildo, driving it deeper into her helpless pussy. Verna laughed at Justine's screams, lashing the girl again. "Don't worry, you little thief, you'll have a real cock up there in a moment."
Justine sobbed as the cane lashed her ass again, driving her pussy deeper onto the huge imitation cock. Her whole body was wracked with pain, surging from her ass and the invading dildo. She screamed at the beat of the rod, and then it stopped. Unable to believe it, the weep�ing girl waited, her pussy still sliding slowly up and down the massive dildo.
One of the men from the audience came up, attended by Diana. Diana's stockings were out of line, her blonde hair was mussed wildly and her dress was creased and had a stream of cum down the front of it. She was grinning wildly as she knelt and caressed the man's cock. Her little dress rode up, revealing that she had lost her panties somewhere.
She wasn't the only one who had lost clothing. Most of the men in the audience were naked, and the man in front of Justine was wearing nothing but his shirt. His big thick cock stuck out, quivering as Diana slid her skillful hands over it.
"Now, how would you like this nice man to fuck you?" Verna asked, stalking close to the bound Justine.
"Y-yes, mistress, of course, mistress, I'd love it," Justine wept.
"Good," Verna said.
The man grinned and Diana let go of his cock. He walked up to Justine, his massive prick swinging from his loins.
"Yeah," he said. He reached out and took hold of the top of Justine's little white slip. "You stole this, didn't you?"
"Yes, master," Justine sobbed.
He ripped it, tearing the material from the neck to the hem. Then he ripped the straps away, jerking Justine's body around as she moaned and wept in shame. He threw the tatters aside and Justine hung on the ropes in nothing but her stockings.
"Okay," he said, "whip the shit while I fuck her, Verna, I like that."
"Oh no, please, mistress," Justine wailed, "I'll do what you want, I will, honest, I just-"
"What?" Verna slammed around on Justine and grabbed her dark hair. "You begged me not to whip you, didn't you?"
"N-no, mistress, I didn't-aaagghgh!"
Verna pulled Justine's head back viciously, thrusting her already whipped tits out. "Hold her!" she snapped to Diana.
"Yes, mistress," Diana gasped and ran for�ward, pulling Justine's head back by the hair even harder.
Justine burst into screams, as she saw Verna lining the rod up on her tits. She craned her head as far as it would go, but that wasn't very far in Diana's grip.
"You begged me not to whip you, didn't you?" Verna snarled, lashing Justine's tits.
"Aaghghhh, yesssss, mistress!" Justine screamed as her tits erupted with more pain.
"Beg me for it!" Verna snapped, lashing the rod down again, catching Justine's tits close to her nipples, thrashing the twin globes down�wards until they bounced up again, another red line of agony across them.
"Ooohhh, please, please whip me-aaaghhh! Mistress, please whip me!" Justine screamed, her body jerking as Diana pulled viciously on her hair.
"Better," Verna said. She turned to the man. "Sorry about that."
"Ohhh, don't worry," he said.
His cock had grown another few inches as he watched Justine getting whipped. Now he came forward and grinned at the helpless girl. His cock pushed at the tight entrance of her pussy.
Justine stared at him through her tear-filled eyes. His relentless gaze sent shivers up her spine as he slowly reached out and caressed her tits, stroking the whipped flesh.
"You know," he said, "if you were a good little girl like Diana, you'd only get punished when you were really bad, hey, Diana?"
"Ohhh, yes, master," Diana said, "but I'm bad such a lot."
"Yes," said Verna, "I see you got cum all over you again."
"Yes, mistress," Diana giggled.
"It can wait," Verna said and Diana giggled again.
But Queenie couldn't wait any longer. The man fucking her was coming, gasping, heaving upward, his cock straining in her cunt, his fingers tightening around her nipples. Queenie screamed as the passions that had built up inside her finally burst out, raging over her aching body.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed as the orgasm broke. Her pussy slammed up and down on the cock, sucking at it as the shaft prepared to release the load of cum. Her tits heaved at the man's hands, her body rocked and jumped, pumping at his cock with all her might.
"Fuuuck!" the man bellowed. "The little shit's coming, look at her, she's fuckin' coming!" He thrust Queenie up off the chair as his cock suddenly erupted with cum, the white goo pouring into the blonde's hot little pussy.
All around her, people turned to watch Queenie as she screamed in climax, her pussy throbbing around the man's cock, cum squirt�ing out of her hole and over her thighs.
"Nooooo!" she wailed, as her tits burned with lust and her body erupted, consumed with the raging orgasm.
"Hey, she is, look at this, boys, the little shit's coming, she's coming!" somebody yelled, but even that couldn't stop Queenie.
In a haze of unstoppable lust, she screamed and came, lunging up and down as the man pinched her nipples, squeezing them for all he was worth while his cock poured out the streams of salty goo into her cunt. His cock throbbed as it unloaded the final streams of fuck juice and began to soften, throbbing slightly. Cum oozed high into Queenie's cunt as she moaned, her climax still coming down.
"Lick me clean," he ordered and Queenie almost jumped to obey him. She slid off his cock and down to her knees, taking his cummy cock, licking over it, cleaning it of his jism and her pussy juices.
"Heyyy," another man said, "is she as good a fuck as she looked?"
"Yeah," the man said as she licked at his cock, "but you'd probably better whip her too, she needs that."
"Okay," the second guest said. "Stand up, whore!"
Queenie trembled with fear as she stood up and turned to see a huge man waiting for her. His cock stuck out like a pole and his eyes were fixed on her luscious body.
"Take that nightgown off!"
"Yes, master," Queenie said, close to tears again. She slid the baby doll nightie off, throw�ing it onto the floor.
"Over that table," he said, "on your back, you little whore."
"Yes, master," Queenie wailed and rushed to the table as fast as she could. She lay down on her back, but then began to realize the full horror of what was waiting for her. Another man came up and grabbed her shoulders, pull�ing her around until her head was at the edge of the table. The first man took her legs and stretched them over her head. The other man took them, leaning on her ankles until she moaned with the pain, her legs spread wide around her head, her pussy wide open.
"Suck it," the man at her head said and his cock bobbed at her lips.
With a moan Queenie gave in and let the thick prickmeat run into her mouth. At the same time she felt the pressure of the other man's cock at her pussy lips. He pushed and his big thick cock pushed into her helpless cunt.
The final degradation came to her then. She felt the tails of a cat being drawn across her tits.
She sobbed, knowing the pain to come. In desperation she sucked at the cock, drawing it deeper, hoping the man would shoot soon and it would all be over. But there was more.
Very slowly the man eased his cock back so that his cockhead was just at her lips. "Tell us how you deserve to be whipped because you're a stinking shoplifter."
Queenie screamed. She knew she had to beg for her pain and humiliation. But there was that strange passion surging along with the helpless fury and shame. It rushed to her pussy, mak�ing the walls tremble around the cock as it forced its way in. Her tits tingled, thrusting up against the tails of the cat as they slowly drew across her flesh. She wept as she struggled on the table.
"Please, yes, master, whip me!" she gabbled. "I was wicked, I stole things, please, I deserve it!" She almost collapsed, her body shaking with awful feelings.
Justine had her own terrors. She clung to the ropes as the man's massive great cock slowly invaded her pussy. Her pussy shuddered around the thick cockpole as it invaded her helpless cunt. Her wide spread legs trembled as her pussy throbbed, the walls opening to take a real cock, shoving harder at her cunt.
"Ohhh yeahhhh!" the man said softly. His cock throbbed in Justine's cunt as he heaved upward. His cock slammed to the top of her pussy, his loins lifted her and her legs stretched against the bonds holding her feet to the bar.
Justine gave a low moan of pain as the man pulled his cock out, bringing the weight back on her feet. Her body throbbed and shuddered as he slowly forced his way back in.
"Fuck," he gasped, "she's tight, ohhh fuck that's good." He ran his hands over her tits and Justine sobbed in shame, turning her face away as he stared at her. "Kiss me."
Justine sobbed, her body shaking with emo�tions. His cock in her pussy was rubbing over her walls, sending out electric pulses, all over her body. In a dream she moved her head back to face him and her soft mouth met his, kissing him a show of absolute submission. Her tongue flicked out into his mouth, her chest heaved with the emotions surging around in her. As his cock worked its way back up her cunt, the fever built, shaking her from head to toe. He held her tight, fucking her as they kissed.
Finally their mouths came apart.
"Ooooohhh God!" Justine moaned.
"You were a bad girl, weren't you?" he said.
"Aagghhhh!" The feeling burst over Justine like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed, her body heaved and she broke into tears. She rammed her cunt down on his cock, sobbing with the release of emotions she didn't understand.
"Yes, master, yes," she wept, "I was a bad girl, I have to be punished."
He smiled and kissed her again, strangely tender, his mouth staying on hers as the rod lashed into Justine's trembling ass.
Her scream broke all over his mouth, but she as kissing him even more feverishly as her ass throbbed and she slammed down on his cock, feeling it fill her cunt, even as the rod whipped into her ass again, setting off another desperate scream in the bound girl. Her mouth clung to the man, her ass thrust to his demands. It rammed her pussy down on his cock, then leapt back for the slash of the cane, jerking as the agony burst out and flooded over her.
But the agony was deeper, softer, spreading all over her body, mingling with the depraved desire rushing from her pussy until with a scream of horror Justine finally realized what was happening. She was having an orgasm. The rod beat her ass and she screamed as a climax broke, rushing over her bound body, sending her ramming down on the man's cock, her cunt spasming with lust.
He pulled back and smiled at her. "You're a whip whore, a real whip whore. You'll have more pleasure than you can possibly imagine."
"Aaagghhhh!" Justine screamed as the cane cut her ass and another great surging climax rushed over her helpless body. Her dark hair tossed as his cock slammed high in her cunt, her body shuddered with orgasm and she sobbed helplessly. This horror just couldn't be real.
Queenie was in the middle of her own horror. Her body jerked as the cat lashed into her small, thrusting tits and the two cocks slammed into her. Her throat spasmed, the muscles opening to take the cock as it thrust at her mouth. Her pussy throbbed with horribly depraved excitement.
"Heyyy, look at the whore!" the man she was sucking yelled. He leaned down on her ankles, forcing her legs wider as he fucked her face and the other man whipped her tits and rammed his cock into her soft pussy.
They rammed into her and her screams burst out from around the cock in her throat. Her body heaved, pulsating with the horrible lust building up in her. She was helpless, jerking to their dance, the beat of the whip and the ram�ming fuck of their cocks. She closed her eyes, aware of the crowd gathering around to watch.
Several of the men were stroking their cocks as they watched, while others had three of Verna's maids bent over, or on their knees; sucking cock or getting fucked.
"Bet she comes again," one of the men said.
"Come on, Jack, whip her harder, make her come!" another yelled.
"Yeahhh," Jack snarled, lashing the tails of the cat into Queenie's jutting tits.
Queenie heard them and wept with shame. But her body was reacting, heaving to the rape of the cocks and the beat of the horrible whip. Her screams became more and more muffled as the cock slammed into her throat, filling her mouth until her lips were buried in his cock hair and the entire length of his shaft rammed in and out of her mouth. The man was gasping and yelling with lust, pushing harder on her ankles as his cock speeded up in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the cockshaft, felt it pulsate as it built towards orgasm.
"Bitch, bitch!" Jack yelled, whipping her harder as his cock ran to the top of her cunt, slamming in, throbbing with the desire that boiled the cum in his balls. "I'm gonna shoot up your cunt, bitch!"
Queenie knew she was going to come. In fact the first helpless waves of desire were already thrusting her to the peak. She sobbed, trying to stop her body betraying her, but each lash of the whip, each thrust of the cocks drove her closer to the surrender.
"Yeahhh," the man fucking her mouth yelled, "get ready, whore, I'm coming!"
"Two at once, whore!" Jack bellowed, lashing her tits in a fury of lust.
As the two cocks swelled inside her, the whip lashed into her tits. It was too much, Queenie gave in. The climax she had fought broke over her in all its fury.
Justine was in the same predicament. The cane lashed her ass, driving her harder onto the man's cock, leaving her screaming with agony and lust as his cock swelled in her cunt, throb�bing as it got ready to release a load of thick wet cum.
The man leaned away a little, his mouth brushing her lips. "Confess, whip whore. Tell us how much you love it."
Justine's shriek rang around the room. The cane lashed her ass, her pussy erupted with helpless lust and the first jolt of a terrible, depraved climax broke over her. She sobbed as her body jerked to the beat of the cane, her pussy throbbing around the man's cock as it swelled, hot cum bursting out of his balls. She screamed with shame and passion. She was com�ing, helplessly coming.
CHAPTER SIX
The cat whipped across Queenie's tits and she screamed, her mouth gurgling deep on the cock that rammed into her throat. Her body heaved again as the cat landed in a fury of lust as hot cum poured out of Jack's cock, deep in her pussy.
"Ooohh shit!" Jack yelled as he whipped the screaming blonde, "her cunt goes crazy when I whip her tits."
"You oughta feel what her throat does, Jeeezzzz!" the other man yelled. "I'm coming, ohhhh fuck, I'm coming!" His cock pistoned into Queenie's throat, sinking to the roots as it throbbed and spat thick ropes of cum into her wide open mouth.
Jack had the cat swinging across Queenie's tight little tits as he shot cum into her helpless cunt. He heaved the little blonde off the table with the force of his fucking as he yelled with lust, his arm swinging wildly, his cock emptying.
Queenie screamed with helpless lust for the came, thrusting her tits up shamelessly for the cat, trembling with the force of the blows. Her throat opened, taking the cock right into her throat as cum gushed out, backing into her mouth, and sliding down her throat. With each heave of the cocks in her body, another crashing climax broke over Queenie, reducing her to a mewling, sobbing slave, helpless to their lust. The cat lashed her tits, driving screaming orgasms through her as she swallowed and sucked at the invading cock. She reached up, worked the man's balls, feeling the nuts whirl and throb as they shot their load. Her body gyrated at the final beat of the cat and then Jack was leaning down over her, panting with satisfaction, his cock softening in her pussy. The other man poured out the last of his load and pulled his cock back into her mouth, making her lick the jism as the last of it oozed from his piss slit.
Strung up on the ropes, with the rod lashing her ass, and her whole body ramming at the cock that invaded her soft pussy, Justine was in as bad a way. As the first jet of the man's cum shot high in her cunt and the rod lashed her mashed ass again, she crested, falling into the whirlpool of an orgasm she was sure she could never survive.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" Her scream rang across the room as her cunt tightened around the spurting cock, spasming to the pulse of her come. "Ohhhh God!" she shrieked, her body jerking to another vicious lash of the rod.
"Shit!" the man bellowed, lifting the scream�ing girl on his cock as his heaving hips thrust it as deep as he could in her pussy. "Ohhhh, shit, this cunt's tight, ohhhh fuck!"
He ran his hands over Justine's thrusting tits, squeezing them, working her nipples as the helpless schoolgirl screamed with another heav�ing orgasm, crashing down, sobbing and heav�ing as more hot goo poured into her cunt.
"You bitch!" Verna yelled as she lashed the cane into Justine's ass, watching the dark-haired girl descending into utter slavery, screaming helplessly with the power of her climaxes. Sweat broke out all over Verna as she lashed the girl. "Shit," she breathed to herself as she gave Justine one final blow and stood panting as the dark-haired girl gave a final unearthly scream and collapsed, hanging from her hands, her body still slowly rolling, her soft sobs ringing around the room.
"Jesus!" the man said as the last of his cum dribbled out into Justine's pussy. "That was some fuck."
He pulled his cock out of Justine's cunt and dropped into a chair, his cock throbbing, covered in cum and cunt juices.
"Karen," Verna snapped, "clean him off. Diana, take her down."
"Yes, mistress," the two girls said.
Karen knelt at once and slid her mouth over the man's cock, licking up the cum and juices. Her little black dress was torn right to the waist and her stocking tops were wet with cum.
"What?" Verna snapped. "How did you tear your dress, girl?"
"Please, mistress, one of the men did it," Karen said, her dark curly hair trembling with fear.
"Oh right, it's always one of the men. Get your ass up."
"Y-yes, mistress," Karen sobbed. She kept her mouth on the cock she was sucking and stood up, bent at the waist.
Justine fell to the floor, sobbing, rubbing her whipped ass. Diana just grinned at her and went over to a man who signaled for her. He pushed her down over a chair and slid his cock into her wide-open pussy. She gave a gasp of passion and thrust back at him.
"A torn dress is six, isn't it?" Verna said.
Karen gasped and sobbed, her legs trembling. She slowly eased her mouth back up the cock until she had her soft lips at the cockhead.
"Yes, mistress," she moaned, her wicked tongue swirling around the man's cockhead.
Verna lay the cane across Karen's trembling ass. Karen moaned and the man reached in, pulling her soft tits out of the top of her dress as she waited, trembling.
"One!" Verna lashed the rod across Karen's ass.
"Uuurrggg, yes, mistress!" Karen screamed, her mouth sucking desperately on the cock. "Two."
"Aaaagghhhhh!" Karen screeched as another thin line of pain ran across her tight ass cheeks. "Three."
As Karen's scream rang around the room, Justine found herself doing something so shameful she almost passed out. As the cane lashed into Karen's ass she ran her fingers over her pussy, feeling the sparks of disgusting lust that sprang out of the contact. She lay on the stage, all eyes on Karen for the moment, trem�bling, and sick to her stomach at herself. But the itch from her cunt didn't stop. It called to her, telling her to watch the punishment Karen got and bring herself off. Fear, horror, shame and lust fought in Justine's mind. She looked over at Queenie and the little blonde was lying alone on the table where she had been so brutal�ly double-fucked.
Queenie was glassy-eyed, her hands roaming over her whipped tits as she watched. She was breathing very heavily and slowly.
"Five."
"Aaagghhh!" Karen rammed her mouth down on the rapidly hardening cock as her beaten ass jumped at the beat of the thin rod.
"Six." Verna lashed Karen and took the cane away, holding it as she walked up to the sob�bing, sucking girl. "What do you say?"
"Thank you, mistress." Karen wept, her ass still rolling to the pain surging around in her flesh.
Verna extended the cane, running it close to Karen's mouth and the throbbing cock she was sucking. The dark-haired slave kissed it, lick�ing over the warm rod that had beaten her.
"Good," Verna said as she pulled it back again. "Now get our guest hard again and then he's to do what he likes to you."
"Yes, mistress," Karen sobbed.
"Well, what next?" Verna said, burning to the men.
Most of them had obviously shot some pretty big loads recently. Only the man fucking Diana was still going, and he was about to cream up her cunt.
"I think we need a little show," Verna. "You, and you, come here."
Justine shook with renewed fear as she scrambled up. It was awfully difficult, her legs were like jelly as she walked over to Verna and Queenie came onto the stage and stood, face down, her eyes still blank.
"You two are a mess!" Verna snapped. "Cum all over the place. Now you, on your back!"
Queenie didn't hesitate, since Verna still had the rod. She dropped on her back and opened her legs, even before Verna demanded it.
"You, on top, lick each other clean."
It made Justine shake with horror, but it was better than the whip. She knelt over Queenie's face and Queenie gave her a brief glance and somehow that was very comforting to both of them.
Justine moved her face down, closer to the wet, cum-filled mass of Queenie's pussy. At the same time she spread her thighs, opening her own dark cuntal mass for Queenie's mouth.
As she licked over Queenie's clit for the first time, Justine heard the man fucking Diana roar�ing with lust as he came, shooting his hot wads of cum into the moaning little blonde. Then Queenie's tongue moved over her own clit and a sudden surge of lust broke over Justine. It made her sweat with horror. She tried to put it out of her mind, licking around Queenie's soft pussy lips, cleaning the cum matted in there, sucking it out, gob by stringy gob.
It wasn't so bad. In fact, the sensations as Queenie's hot little mouth licked over her pussy lips sent Justine into a gasp of lust she couldn't disguise, her mind started to spin as she licked the hot wet flesh of Queenie's pussy, tasting the cum and the pussy juices as they flowed helpless�ly out of Queenie's hot spasming cunt.
Some of the men started laughing and cheer�ing, but even then, neither of the girls could stop.
"Bet the blonde comes first!" yelled a voice.
"You got it, fifty!" yelled another.
As the bets mounted, Justine sobbed in a helpless surge of lust at her helplessness. The more they humiliated her, the harder she came.
Below her, she could feel that Queenie had it too, for the little blonde was moaning, her legs spreading wide, and her pussy thrusting up to Justine's mouth, demanding more hot sucking.
Justine wept as she gave in to the passion rushing around her body. She could only sob as she slid her mouth harder over Queenie's pussy, sucking the whole of the red slippery flesh into her mouth and biting, holding Queenie's clit between her teeth, sawing her front teeth over the quivering bud.
Queenie screamed and did the same to her, sucking her pussy in, chewing the hot wet flesh, sending Justine into a surging rise to a shameful orgasm. The two of them rolled on the stage, sucking, biting at each other, getting higher and hotter each moment. "Fuck me, they're gonna come together!" one of the men yelled.
"Fuckin' bitches," another bellowed, "I had eighty on the blonde. Look at the whores!"
Justine and Queenie were locked together, their thighs tight around each other's face, their pussies throbbing with orgasm as they came, shuddering close together, clutching each other, biting, sucking, licking as they came in helpless surges of lust.
"Jesus Christ," Verna yelled, "we can't have this!" She lashed Justine as she rolled over Queenie, but Justine didn't even pull away. Her scream was muffled in Queenie's cunt, and her ass jerked, but she kept sucking.
Both of the girls caught another three or four lashes as they rolled and sucked each other, but it didn't stop them. Finally they crested, screamed and fell apart, sobbing and rolling on the stage.
"Fuck!" Verna yelled. "Come on, any of you with hard-ons, take these two and fuck 'em silly."
Justine hardly knew what was happening as she was picked up and taken to a table where they flung her on her back, her head at one end. A massive man crawled onto the table by her head, but he didn't shove his cock into her mouth as she expected. He worked it between her tits and then slid his wide-open ass down over her face.
"Lick it," he ordered.
The rank smell assaulted Justine's nose, but she was long past disobeying. She groaned and gasped as the man's shitter slid over her mouth. He worked his cock and ass, keeping just enough pressure on to make it difficult for Justine to breathe, but never shutting off her air completely.
She licked at his crinkled shit hole, feeling it tremble with excitement.
"More!" he yelled, pulling her luscious, swelling tits together to make an imitation cunt for his cock. He slid it between them, fucking her tit flesh with long, slow strokes.
Then another man forced Queenie down, her soft sexy mouth right over the lower swell of Justine's tits as the first man's cock slid out, at the peak of each thrust. "Go on."
Queenie licked at the cockhead. The man pushed her farther down, so that her face was buried in Justine's soft tit mounds and the cock could slide an inch or so into her mouth as the man fucked Justine's tits.
Queenie knew it was coming. A hand slapped her ass, and a man told her to open her legs. She did as she was told and another cock worked into her wet pussy, sliding effortlessly on her flowing juices.
Not to be outdone, a third man pulled Justine's legs apart and plunged into her pussy, leaning on her, his cock slamming into her wet cunt as he held Queenie's mouth to Justine's tits.
Justine felt exhausted, but each time she was degraded and fucked or whipped, the passion surged back. Even now, with his degrading fuck, she was getting soft and buttery inside, her pussy reacting to the invasion of another thick hard cock. She wept as she licked at the asshole running over her face, licking through the hair, feeling the man surge up with lust at the contact, his asshole tightening each time she ran her tongue over it.
"Not bad, whore!" he yelled. "Keep it up, I wanna shoot all over your friend's face."
Queenie moaned and her body shook with the pressure of the ramming cock in her cunt. The man fucking her had her face pressed into Justine's soft tits, and Queenie took the cock in her mouth with each stroke the man made through the luscious, swelling tit mounds.
Pressed against Queenie's eyes were the whip marks all over Justine's tits, and Queenie's own small thrusting tit globes were pressed into Justine's stomach. The soft rubbing and the sight of the whip marks were all driving deep sensual shafts of arousal into the sexy little blonde.
Justine felt her legs being pressed open as the man fucking her drove deeper. Her thighs trembled with the force of his invasion, ramming into her helpless pussy, rasping over her already well-fucked walls. Justine licked at the ass on her face and the man gasped, thrusting down, his asshole throbbing with excitement.
"Tongue fuck me!" he yelled.
Justine shuddered with horror. Tears wetted her face and the man's ass cheeks as he slid harder on her face, yelling at her to stick her tongue in his ass.
The cock in her pussy was driving her spiraling into a helpless jelly-like mass. She wasn't really aware of what she was doing as she licked, and felt her tongue dive into the tight little hole that opened to take it. A delirium of lust spread over her.
The asshole spasmed around her tongue, and the cock slammed into her pussy to the same beat as the prick fucking her tits. She licked again, flicking her tongue around in his ass and the man yelled with pleasure, his hips bucking over her face, his cock speeding up between her soft tits. Justine hardened her tongue, licking right into the man's shit hole, sending him wild with lust, fucking at her tits and Queenie's mouth, yelling with passion.
Queenie felt her face getting pressed harder into Justine's luscious tits. All three of the men were getting hotter, fucking faster and harder, getting closer to coming all the time. She moaned as the cock slid between her lips faster each time. She licked at it, feeling the cockhead swell and grow as it rammed between Justine's tits. Her pussy throbbed with surging lust, and her soft mouth sobbed as she knew she was go�ing to disgrace herself and come again. She couldn't stop the throb in her cunt as the cock beat in and out, thrusting her pussy walls out as it rammed in, filling her increasingly desperate cunt channel with hot thick male prick meat. Gurgling with helpless passion, Queenie sucked at the cockhead as it thrust between Justine's tits, feeling the prick grow and throb with desire.
The man fucking Justine's tits suddenly yelled and drove his cock faster, going out of control as Justine's hot little tongue dug deep into his asshole. "Ooohhhh, fuck! I'm gonna shoot all over her tits and that shitty little blonde face!"
Below his heaving ass, Justine felt him twitch�ing with each stroke of his cock. She gave herself up in deep shame, running her tongue in his ass, feeling him go wilder with each swirling lick of his shitter, knowing he was going to shoot all over her tits and into Queenie's mouth. She knew she could give him the best come of his life, she knew just how to lick her tongue into his ass. She just screamed with horrible release and licked to the pulse of his throbbing cock, diving her tongue deeper into his shitter as he roared and cum jetted out of his cockslit.
Justine wept with shame and horror, feeling more helpless than she had ever felt before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Yeaaaaahhhh!" the man roared as a jet of cum shot over Queenie's face, "lick my ass, whore!"
Another huge wad of jism burst out over Queenie's mouth as she tried to suck at the spurting cockshaft.
The other man held her back, keeping her face inches from the spurting prick, making sure she got covered in hot white goo. Queenie screamed, cum gushing into her eyes and over her cheeks, while all the time the cock ramming into her cunt swelled and grew.
"Bitch!" the man fucking Queenie screamed. He grabbed handfuls of her blonde hair and forced her down, rubbing her face in the cum spurting all over Justine's tits and tummy. "How you like cum, bitch?" He rammed his cock harder into Queenie's quiver�ing cunt.
Justine felt each jerk as the man above her rammed his cock between her tits, spurting all over her soft tit mounds and Queenie's face. Weeping in shame, she licked at his asshole, feeling the tight ring of muscles open and close with each shot of his cum. She could feel his cock throb between her tits. She gave a low scream as his fingers tightened on her tits, squeezing her nipples. And all the time, her climax rushed up on her, drowning her in shame as the ramming cock in her soft cunt set off higher and more intense waves of orgasm.
The man fucking Queenie was close to com�ing. He rammed her off the floor as he pushed her screaming face into the last gobs of cum spurting out of the cock between Justine's tits.
"Ready, whore?" he demanded. "You ready for another load of cum?"
"Yes, master, yes!" Queenie wailed, her face covered in slimy goo, her pussy erupting helplessly from the brutal fucking she endured.
Her thighs trembled as she felt the cock throb with the cum rushing down it and then she was screaming as jetting streams of fuck juice poured out into her cunt. Compulsively she licked at the cum all over Justine's tits and tummy, tasting the salty goo, taking it all in.
"Confess, you bitch," the man roared, "you're coming, bitch, coming!"
He pulled Queenie's head up by her hair, then rammed her face back down in the cum.
"Yes, master, yes!" Queenie sobbed, licking at Justine's heaving warm flesh, tasting her friend's sweat as well as the sticky cum. Her cunt erupted with passion as she gave in and confessed her shame. The man fucking Justine's tits thrust his cock forward, into her mouth, making her lick up the last of his cum. She screamed, licking at the cum, tasting the still-quivering cockhead in her mouth, rubbing her face in the smeared goo that was left. Her body heaved as another huge jet of cockjuice poured into her cunt and the man gave a final yell of release and let her hair go.
Justine was screaming too, her voice muffled in the man's ass as he thrust his cock at Queenie's mouth for a last few times and then stayed there, his asshole still throbbing with satisfaction. Justine could hardly breathe and the man fucking her was going at it harder, ram�ming his cock to the top of her soft pussy. She moaned with relief as the man on her face finally slid off and leaned over her, grinning and laughing.
Justine wailed as the man fucking her pushed her legs down farther and got ready to unload his thick wad of cum in her cunt. But that wasn't all.
The man still ramming his cock up Queenie's spasming pussy grabbed her hair and hauled her around until the two girls were face to face.
"Clean her off!" he snapped, keeping his slowly softening cock right up Queenie's cunt.
As her body shook with endless, rising climaxes, Justine licked at the cum on Queenie's face. It was all over the blonde's cheeks, on her eyelashes and forehead. Some of it was even in her hair. Justine licked, her mouth working compulsively as Queenie wept and clung to her. Both the girls began to sob louder, putting their arms around each other, hugging as they kissed, their mouths clinging together.
The man fucking Justine began to shoot. He yelled, leaning in harder, his cock ramming her body into the table. Her seething climaxes went on, her pussy spasmed to each beat of his spurt�ing cock, but she clung harder to Queenie, their mouths and tongues caressing as they sobbed and wept.
"Yaaaaaaahhhh! Bitch!" the man pouring his seed out into Justine's cunt bellowed. "Look at the cunts, fuck, look at them!"
Still Justine clung to Queenie as she spasmed, sobbing and shaking with mingled lust and shame until the man was finished, leaning over the bodies of the two schoolgirls, panting as his cock slowly subsided in Justine's cunt.
"These two appear to be very much in love with each other," Verna said nastily, coming forward. The studs on her short leather skirt still glittered as she lashed Queenie across the ass with her rod.
"Aaaaghhhh!" Queenie shot upright, sob�bing, rubbing her red ass cheeks.
"Well, I think I know how to solve that," Verna said with a grin. "Bring on the squatter."
Justine stayed where she was, hardly believ�ing that any more horror could be ahead of them. She looked at Queenie who still caressed her painful ass, weeping, cum still smeared all over her face.
Queenie screamed as she saw what Karen and Diana pushed onto the stage. It was a stool with legs that were only about four inches long. The seat of the stool was several inches higher than the edges. And, in the middle of the seat was a massive black dildo, over a foot long and as thick as either of the girl's arms.
"How do you like it?" Verna crooned, walk�ing up to Queenie as the little blonde went white with horror.
"Please, mistress, I'll never get that up my pussy!" Queenie sobbed.
"It's not going up your pussy, girl," Verna said, leaning in, tapping the cane, "it's going up your ass."
"Nooooo!" screamed Queenie before she knew what she was saying. "No, I'm sorry mistress. I didn't mean that, I didn't mean it, I didn't!" She stood shaking in terror as Verna grinned and tapped the cane.
"Get up!" Verna snapped to Justine, ignor�ing Queenie.
Queenie was still shaking with fear as Justine got off the table and stood beside her friend, trembling just as much. They had to wait as Karen and Diana slid the stool into the spotlight, the massive thick black cock sticking out of the center. Grinning wildly, Karen took some cream in her hands and spread it down the entire length of the dildo.
"Ooohhhh, God!" Justine whispered. She was almost sick just looking at the horrible thing.
"Okay," Verna said, "open your legs, both of you. Get me the cat, Diana."
The two helpless schoolgirls shook with fear as they obeyed the sadistic woman. Even then she wasn't satisfied, making them both open their legs farther. She took the cat from Diana and walked closer, staring at the two girls.
"First," she said, "from now on, if one of you protests anything, you'll both get whipped. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, mistress," Justine whispered. Terror rushed over her, but also the darkest surging tide of passion she had ever known. Her heartbeat surged as she watched Verna draw the cat back.
"Keep still, whore," Verna said, "or it'll be much worse."
The cat swung downward, brushing the floor before it surged up, right between Justine's legs. Her whole body yelled at her to leap out of the way.
The knots beat into her upper thighs and her soft pussy. She screamed and jerked, pain rushing over her body, but she managed to hold her legs open, tears streaming down her face.
"Just two more," Verna said, "don't you agree?"
"Yes mistress," Justine wept.
The cat lashed into her pussy once more, beating agony into her clit, but also that surg�ing, horrible passion. At the third blow the agony and passion came together and she was left, panting, weeping, an orgasm trembling in�side her.
Verna grinned at her nastily and Justine sud�denly understood. Verna know exactly how to handle her. With incredible cruelty she had whipped her to the edge of climax and then stopped. Verna walked on to Queenie. She stood before the trembling blonde schoolgirl and slid the cat through her hands.
"Remember to keep still," she purred.
Almost casually Verna slung the cat down and up into Queenie's soft pussy. The little blonde shrieked and sobbed, her body shaking with pain. The cat lashed her again and a deep gur�gling moan broke out of Queenie's helpless mouth. She stared wide-eyed as the cat swung once more, down, across the floor and up, beating into her thighs and pussy.
"Aaaghhhh!" Queenie screamed, sweat breaking out all over her body as she tried to stop herself from falling or running away.
"Two more, don't you agree?" Verna said.
"Yes, mistress," Queenie wept.
"You don't mind that I only gave your friend three strokes?" Verna purred.
"N-no, mistress," Queenie sobbed. She shrieked as the cat whipped her twice more, beating red lines of pain into her thighs and cunt.
"Now," Verna said easily, ignoring the two weeping, sobbing schoolgirls, "each of you is going to sit on that stool and suck me off. Any complaints?"
"N-n-no, mistress," Justine whispered, her throat constricted, her whole body terrified and shaking.
"And then our guests can have you any way they want," Verna said. "That'll be fun, won't it?"
"Y-yes, mistress," Queenie moaned.
"And if either of you can't get that cock up your ass, then we'll whip the other one until you can, got that?"
"Yes, mistress," Justine sobbed.
Verna took out a quarter. "Call for first turn," she said to Justine.
"H-heads," Justine quavered, her head spin�ning with horror.
Verna tossed the quarter and caught it expert�ly. "Heads it is."
Justine almost choked. It was only when Verna said it that she realized she had to im�pale herself on the massive cock or Queenie would get whipped. She looked at her friend and Queenie managed a smile.
Justine sobbed as she walked up to the stool. She knew she had to save Queenie from any more of that terrible beating. She felt the dildo. It was rigid, hard, and screwed into the stool. Her chest throbbed with pain as she turned and began to squat over the massive dildo.
The men were there, crowded around, star�ing at her. She recognized the one who had fucked her tits while she licked his ass. He was grinning, his cock hard again at the spectacle of the helpless schoolgirl.
Justine felt the tip of the massive dildo at the crinkled entrance of her ass. Her body rebelled, shaking with horror, her ass tightening vicious�ly. She pushed a little and the dildo head worked at her shitter, but wouldn't go in. She sobbed and tried again. The dildo head worked in a little, pushing until the pain began to surge out. Justine sobbed and pulled back, her ass burning.
"Don't tell me you can't do it," Verna said smoothly, coming closer.
"N-no, no, mistress, I can do it," she moaned.
"Good," Verna whispered, leaning over her. "It would be so painful for your friend."
"Yes, mistress!" Justine shrieked and lunged downward as hard as she could.
The dildo worked into her ass, going deeper. Pain erupted, surging over her until the sweat stood out on her forehead. The agony was terri�ble, almost worse than the whip because she had to inflict it on herself. Her shitter walls spasmed helplessly, shrieking with pain as the thick head of the dildo forced its way up her ass.
"Deeper, whore," Verna whispered, leaning over her. "Reach up and caress my pussy."
"Yes, mistress!" Justine screamed. To do that she had to take one of her arms off the floor and they were balancing her. If her feet slipped in their high-heels, she might go sliding right down the dildo. If that happened, she was sure she would split apart.
But she had to obey Verna. She took one hand off the floor and slid it up Verna's stock�inged leg, up under her short leather skirt to the wet crotch of her panties. Desperately she tried to stroke Verna's pussy while thrusting her ass farther down the dildo.
The pain doubled, rushing all over her body as the massive thick head of the dildo forced its way another inch or so into her ass. She gurgled with agony, her body shaking, her hand stroking Verna's cunt as the dark-haired dominatrix spread her legs, farther and grinned at the helpless schoolgirl.
"Now the other hand," she said.
"Aaaagghghhhh!" Justine screamed, her ass jerking on the dildo. The monster dildo thrust another inch in as she wriggled, trying to get her high-heels farther back to balance herself and stop the horrible thing from shoving right up her ass.
"Don't hold onto me," Verna snapped, "or your friend will know all about it."
Justine's head was ringing with pain as she managed to get her other hand off the floor. Immediately the dildo forced deeper into her ass, ramming her shitter walls open, drawing another deep scream of pain from the sobbing Justine. Gasping and sobbing, she reached up Verna's legs. Both hands reached Verna's wet panties and stroked them, playing with Verna's hot cunt.
"Now get it right up you," Verna said, pushing her pussy harder at Justine's hands. "Sit on the seat or watch your friend suffer until you do."
"Uuuurrgghhhhh!" Justine sobbed. Her shit�ter throbbed with pain as she rocked on her heels, thrusting at it, driving it deeper into her guts. She felt impaled on it already, and still only about half of it was in her ass. It reached up into her, making her sit straight, sending horrible pain all over her body.
Very slowly Verna reached out and put her hands on Justine's shoulders.
Justine gurgled with horror. She knew what was coming.
"Keep your hands on my pussy," Verna said.
"Y-yes, mistress," Justine moaned.
As slowly as before, Verna leaned on Justine.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhh!" Justine's scream was endless, ringing around the room as the massive dildo rammed into her ass, forcing in, right up her shitter. Her hands worked feverishly on Verna's cunt as the slave mistress just kept the pressure on, leaning on Justine's shoulders until the screaming, wailing schoolgirl's ass finally reached the seat of the stool.
Justine's sobs choked her. She was squatting on the stool, with her legs bent at the knees, her torn stockings crinkled, and just her toes on the floor. The massive cock was rammed right up into her stomach, she was sure of it. The soar�ing pain was endless, rolling over her body in waves that almost made her faint.
"Now lift yourself up and go down it again," Verna said.
The men were breathless as they watched the tortured girl.
Justine heaved up on the dildo, lifting her body until several inches of slick black shaft were out of her body. Then she dropped again, screaming as it refilled her shit hole.
"Take my panties off," Verna said. "There's a tie on the side."
Justine was only half-aware of what she was doing as she reached up farther under Verna's short black skirt and felt the little bow. She pulled and the lacy string slid through the knot. With agony all over her body, Justine reached for the other side and pulled at the bow there. It slid away and Verna's panties started to fall away. With fumbling fingers Justine took them and threw them aside.
"Now slide my skirt up, so our guests can watch," Verna said.
The skirt was tight and difficult to work up over Verna's ass. Each movement she made rammed the dildo harder into her shit pit. But the skirt finally went up, revealing Verna's tight ass and the black curly mound of her pussy.
"Now suck me," Verna said. She moved in, her legs reaching around Justine's helpless head, her pussy pushing at her face. She grabbed Justine's dark hair, forcing the schoolgirl's face into her soaking wet fuck hole.
Justine did as she was told. She sucked Verna's hot pussy into her mouth, running her tongue over the spasming clit, hearing Verna give a low moan of lust.
"Not bad," Verna purred, "now put your knees on the floor and fuck yourself on that dildo." She pushed, rocking Justine's body on the stiff shaft.
Justine screamed as the dildo forced even deeper into her ass. Without warning Verna kicked one of her feet away, driving the shaft another inch into Justine's helpless body. Her knee hit the floor and Verna kicked at her other foot, jarring it across the floor until it too lost grip and her other knee landed on the floor. The rising agony soared all over Justine's body as the dildo shaft sank into her ass until her ass cheeks were pressed so tightly into the seat that it couldn't go any further.
Verna pulled Justine's sobbing mouth from her cunt and stared into her eyes. "Now I'm gonna teach you, you whip whore. You're gonna fuck yourself on that and come while you suck me. If you don't, I'll whip you until you do and everybody will know what a slave you are." She smiled nastily at Justine. "I got you, whore."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Justine sobbed helplessly as harsh waves of passion rolled out of her stretched ass as it rubbed and scraped over the massive dildo.
"Fuck yourself on it," Verna said, grinning while working her hot pussy over Justine's face.
Justine stared up at the horrible dominatrix. She moaned, gushes of horrible passion rushing over her. It wasn't only the dildo. Verna's eyes bored into her, knowing her helpless lust, ex�ploiting her weakness.
"I said, fuck yourself on it," Verna said menacingly, still rubbing her wet clit over Justine's soft mouth.
Justine's head was spinning as she eased her ass up a little on the massive thick pole and went down again, spreading her ass walls, driving more surging, brutal lust through her body.
"Keep going," Verna said, "and suck me, whore, suck me real good."
Tears rolled from Justine's eyes as he obeyed. With her knees on the floor, she could work her ass up and down several inches, ramming the thick dildo in and out of her spasming shitter. Her groans got louder as she sucked Verna's cunt, her tongue licking as hard as she could as Verna gave a gasp of passion and held Justine's dark hair, rubbing her pussy all over the helpless schoolgirl's face.
"Keep going, you little bitch!" she snapped. "You've got to make me come."
The man stared at the brutal rape, and it was too much for some of them.
"Hey, cunt," one of them said, grabbing Queenie and spinning her around, "over that chair, you get an ass-fucking first, to open you up a bit."
The man flung her around and over the chair, leaving her well-whipped little ass cheeks wav�ing around for him. He came around to her head, his massive thick cock sticking out, sway�ing and ready to fuck her. He gave the blonde girl a dispenser of hand cream. "Cream my cock up, unless you want it to hurt more than it has to."
Queenie felt another series of sobs rising in her throat, but there was no way out. She put some cream on the man's cock, rubbing it in, shivering with terror as he grinned, his cock throbbing and growing in her hand.
"Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass," he said menacingly.
"Ohhhh, yes, sir," Queenie sobbed, "I'd love you to fuck my ass."
Queenie wept fearfully as he walked around behind her. She felt his hands running over her sore ass, probing into the crack of her ass cheeks, running down to the tight little knot of muscles that protected her shit pit.
Queenie moaned, her ass tightening instinc�tively. She closed her eyes, sobbing as she waited for the ass rape.
He spanked her ass, hard, the slap of his hand driving out more than the usual amount of pain from her severely whipped flesh.
"Yeahhhh!" he roared, "tell me how much you love being spanked, whore."
"Aaghhh, yes, master, yes, I love it!" Queenie sobbed, desperate at this extra degradation.
That appeared to satisfy him. He slid his cock back to the entrance of Queenie's tight asshole and pushed. His cockhead ran in, pushing against the muscles.
"Uuuuuurrgghhh!" Queenie groaned as pain rushed out of her tight ass.
The man pushed harder, his slippery cockhead penetrating past the muscles and in�to Queenie's hot little shitter.
Queenie's ass was being penetrated for the first time. She jerked, her back arcing, her shit�ter burning with agony. She shuddered, her ass spasming as he pulled back and heaved at her hard, burying his cock into her ass to the hilt, sliding in on the cream smeared all along its length.
"Aaaauuuugghhhh!" Queenie screamed, her body going wild with pain. Her ass shuddered, the walls clutching at the invading cock as it pulled out and began a regular, long slow fuck�ing, ramming to the hilt in her tight ass.
Another one of the guests appeared at her head, his cock also hard and ready. He gripped her blonde hair and thrust his cock at her mouth. With a gurgle of submission, Queenie let it in, sucking at the cock length as it filled her mouth and thrust at her throat. She sobbed helplessly as she endured the brutal double fuck, but still she didn't wish she was in Justine's posi�tion, for she could see her friend out of the cor�ner of her eye.
no Justine was still impaled on the dildo, suck�ing Verna's cunt as the slave mistress gave a low groan of lust and held the schoolgirl's head closer to her hot wet pussy flesh. Justine's body rolled on the dildo, heaving up and down with more force each moment. Her moans escaped past Verna's cuntal flesh, ringing around the room as the men gathered closer, watching the humiliating, painful rape.
"Y'know," one of the men said, "that little cunt's gonna come again."
"Sure she is," Verna said easily, rolling her pussy over Justine's mouth. "And what's more, she'll come when I tell her to, right, whore?" She pulled Justine's shuddering mouth from her pussy.
"Yes, mistress!" Justine wailed, her body shaking faster on the dildo.
"Good, now don't come yet, or I'll have you whipped for disobedience."
Instantly Justine climaxed, her slave mistress staring into her eyes, laughing at her as she rolled on the pole, sobbing helplessly as the rasp�ing thrust of the dildo and the threat of the whip sent her into a screaming orgasm.
"You see, whip whore?" Verna said softly. "Now you have to be punished."
"Aaaagghhh!" Justine's wailing scream rang around the room as she tossed on the dildo, her body throbbing with the most depraved release.
in "Ooooohhhh, mistress, please, stop it, please, mistress!"
"You'll have to be severely punished," Verna said, "whatever I say, you just keep coming."
"Yes, mistress, yessssss!" Justine shrieked, her body out of control, heaving, thrusting, ramming the dildo deep into her guts.
"Good, now finish sucking me off, and keep coming, that's an order!"
"Aaaagghhhhh!" Justine screamed as she sank her mouth back on Verna's pussy and sucked as if her life depended on it. Her ass worked up and down on the dildo, and she clutched Verna's thighs, pulling the hot cunt harder onto her mouth, sucking, licking wildly in unrestrained passion.
"Yeahhhh," Verna said softly, "you might do all right, whore, you just might."
She spread her legs, ramming down harder on Justine's face, pushing the screaming, bub�bling schoolgirl even harder onto the pole.
"Bite my clit," Verna ordered, "come on, bite me, hurt me like you want to, bitch. Don't you want to hurt me?"
Timidly, Justine sucked Verna's clit between her front teeth and bit.
"Harder, bitch, hurt me, come on, make me scream, bitch or I'll beat the shit outta you!"
But all the agony was fusing together into a rush of lust that swept over Justine, driving everything else from her mind. She bit savage�ly at Verna's clit, sawing her teeth over the flesh. She tore into Verna's ass, ripping her nails over the creamy flesh, scratching until thick red lines showed and the skin started to tear. And all the time she fucked herself savagely on the dildo, driving it into her guts as the passion erupted and wouldn't go down.
"Yyyyyyaahhhhhh!" Verna screamed, her pussy jerking savagely at Justine's mouth. "You bitch, hurt me-yeahhhhh! Come on, see if you can beat me, whore, come on, bite my cunt- aaaahhhh! Go on, tear my ass, come on- aaaahhhh, yeahhhhh!" Her body rolled as she started to come, her pussy juices smearing all over Justine's mouth.
One of the men stepped up, his hand work�ing furiously on his cock. He rammed his drip�ping cockhead over Verna's pussy hair and Justine's mouth, holding it, jerking it with ris�ing fury.
"Yeahhhh," he roared, "Lick it all up, you whore, lick it all up!"
Behind him knelt Diana, running her mouth up and down on another guest's thick cock, sucking him deep into her throat. Yet another man had Karen on her back on a table, ram�ming into her as he watched.
"Come on, Dirk, shoot baby, shoot over her face!" Verna yelled, as she twisted on Justine's mouth, screaming with the delicious agony of Justine's teeth rasping over her hot clit.
"You got it, yeaaahhhhh!" Dirk yelled, his hand blurring on his cock. Thick gobs of cum gushed out of his cockslit, pouring over Verna's pussy and Justine's mouth as she bit and sucked at her dominator.
Justine felt the hot jism jet out over her mouth. It smeared over her nose and cheeks, and worked down over Verna's pussy where the spasming, climaxing schoolgirl licked it up in a fury of lust.
"Uuuurrgghhhh!" Verna screeched, her pussy slamming over Justine's face, running on the smeared cum. "Shoot, baby, shoot, make her lick it all up, lick it, whore, suck it in!"
Dirk's cock shot another jet of creamy cum over Justine's mouth. She sucked it up com�pulsively, her lips and tongue going wild for the hot cockjuice. She moaned, her ass trembling and heaving as the thick dildo rammed in, send�ing her into screeching surges of orgasm.
Dirk held his cock at her lips, running the still spurting cockhead over Verna's pussy until the last drops came out and spread into Verna's cuntal hair.
"Lick it up, shitmeat!" he ordered and Justine moaned, licking the gobs of cum out of Verna's pussy hair.
But another cock was at her mouth, held by Diana as she jerked it with her skillful hand. The man roared with lust, as his cum broke out.
"Another one for you," Diana said with a grin and held the cock as a fountain of white goo shot out and all over Justine's face.
Justine gave a guttural scream of lust and pain. She licked at the cum, taking load after load of hot fuck juice into her mouth as Verna yelled at her to keep on licking and biting and the dildo continued its relentless fucking of her ass. Justine was delirious, her ass throbbing, her tits heaving against Verna's legs as the sadistic woman held her short leather dress up over her ass and screamed at Justine for her to bite harder.
At the same time, Queenie lay across the chair, sucking desperately on the cock, while the other cock rammed into her ass, beating into her guts with rising force. The pain running all over her body from her raped ass was chang�ing, melting into the helpless passion both the schoolgirls were suffering. The rasp of the hard cock over her ass channel was driving sharp knives of lust through her that were rapidly ris�ing higher than the pain. She moaned, swallow�ing the cock deeper into her throat. Her body heaved over the chair and low bubbling screams escaped her throat as it filled with the hard cockhead.
"Hey, Benny, come here, whip this shit while I fuck her!" the man fucking her ass yelled.
"Sure," said a big man. His cock dribbled the last of his cum as he pulled out of another of Verna's maids and left her moaning over a sofa. He picked up a thin cane and came over.
Queenie screamed, twisting, trying to see what they were going to whip her with, but the man hauled her mouth back deep on his cock and held her there by her hair. His cock got harder and thicker as the little blonde's throat spasmed around it.
"Yeah," he growled, "come on, cunt, suck me off!" He pistoned in and out of Queenie's mouth, his hands twisted deep in her hair.
Without warning, the thin cane lashed Queenie's ass, just inches above the thick cock that raped her. The pain gushed out, making her ass walls tighten and spasm around the thick male prick meat invading them.
The cane landed again, beating an even red�der line into Queenie's already pulped ass. She screamed into the cock, feeling it swell more, getting ready to shoot cum into her throat.
"Yeahhhh, that feels real good, like she's get�ting the crap beat outta her," the man said as his cock worked back out of Queenie's tight ass.
Queenie's sobs were stifled by the cock in�vading her throat. She twisted on the chair as the depraved lust erupted from her whipped and fucked ass. Each beat of the cane drove the prick higher as her ass walls tightened and sucked helplessly at the stiff rod. Another blow and she was poised at the brink of orgasm, her body heaving and jerking. At the next slashing beat of the rod, her body went out of control, beating and screaming, sucking at the two cocks invading her, rolling in the most depraved show of lust.
"Yeahh, you got her!" the man fucking her ass yelled. "Keep it just like that, Benny."
His cock slammed in and out faster and harder and the cane landed at the peak of each thrust, sending Queenie's climaxes beating at her until they overflowed and there was only one, constant come, possessing her utterly.
The man holding her hair rammed his cock deep into her throat and the muscles surrendered instantly, taking the hard cockhead in and wrap�ping around it, demanding a load of cum. The man roared suddenly as Queenie's mouth sucked the cum from his balls like a vacuum pump, sending hot wet gobs spurting into her throat.
"Oooohhh, fuck, you gotta get a blow from this one!" he yelled. "She's unbelievable, un-fuckin' believable!"
He thrust his cock deeper into Queenie's mouth as another load of spunk rushed out of his balls, bursting into Queenie's throat past her helpless screams of lust. As the next shot of cum erupted from his cock, he pulled Queenie's head back by her blonde hair and watched as she took a load right over her lips, sobbing and moan�ing with wanton surrender and lust.
Queenie's screams bubbled around the cum pouring into her mouth and over her lips. At the same time she could feel the man fucking her ass begin to lose control. The cane whipped her with a rising frenzy as the cock pumped in harder, the man's hips slapping into her sore ass cheeks.
The man gave a great final roar and hot cum rushed into Queenie's little ass, mashing into her heaving shitter walls as the rampaging cock slammed high into her guts again.
Benny went berserk, lashing the rod down, beating Queenie's ass cheeks to a deeper purple. His cock was hard again and he stroked it with his free hand, staring with fixed eyes at Queenie's heaving ass.
Queenie gave a deep screech as her climaxes crested, exploding through her body as she sucked the still dribbling cock and licked cum off her lips, screaming and heaving with horri�ble passion. Her ass erupted with each thrust of the spurting cock and lash of the cane, driv�ing her into a screaming, pulsating heap of pas�sion then she finally gave a deep unearthly moan and collapsed across the chair, panting, her eyes wild. The man fucking her ass fell across her, his cock pumping the last strokes of his lust into her shit pit.
"Jeeeezus, fuckin' Christ," the man gasped, "that was unreal!"
Queenie sobbed softly. Each time she came down and the pain returned over the orgasmic lust, she started hating herself again. Queenie sobbed harder, suddenly hearing Justine's screams again, which made things worse for her.
Justine heaved on the dildo, her ass still driv�ing the climaxes over her as she licked more cum from Verna's cunt and chewed the flesh raw, rasping her fingernails down Verna's heaving ass cheeks. One cock went away and another thrust in its place, rubbing over Verna's pussy as the man got ready to shoot.
Verna suddenly gave a sobbing moan and her cunt jerked to a stop. She pulled away from Justine's mouth and slapped her face, swing�ing the sobbing girl's head around to the cock.
"Suck it, whore," she snarled, "suck it real good."
The man thrust his cock into Justine's mouth as she lunged down on the dildo, filling her ass, driving more seething passion into her body. The man was already pouring cum out of his balls and it jetted into Justine's mouth almost at once, filling her throat as she swallowed, gurgling with depraved passion.
Suddenly Verna slung the cat into Justine's ass and that drove the screaming schoolgirl to her final peaks of lust.
"Bitch, bitch!" Verna screamed. "You see what you did to my ass?"
She laid into Justine again and the helpless girl lunged up the dildo and plunged down, screaming in constant wails of climax as the cock spurted in her mouth and the man roared with satisfaction. Verna lashed Justine again, driving the dark-haired girl higher on the dildo before plunging back down, forcing the hard rod deep into her guts.
"Yeahhh, ohh fuck!" the man bellowed as his cock emptied in Justine's shuddering mouth. He grabbed her dark hair and held her there un�til he was satisfied. Then he stepped back.
Verna lashed Justine's ass. The pain soared over the schoolgirl and she leaped up, off the dildo, her body twisting as she fell across the floor, sobbing helplessly as the passion drained away.
CHAPTER NINE
Justine came around slowly, lying on the floor, her body a sea of pain, but also of a strange satisfaction. She rubbed her ass and looked out blearily. Queenie was standing by the massive dildo while several of the men argued.
"No," one of them said, "fuck, if she's on that, we've only got her mouth. I wanna fuck her ass."
"So fuckin' what?" another of them said, "we got all night."
"If you wanna put her on it later, fine," the first man said, "right now I'm gonna ass fuck her. Come on, have a blow job."
All the time Queenie stood there, snuffling, tears rolling down her face. Her ass and tits were red from the whippings and there was cum all over her.
"Ah, shit," the second man said, "all fuckin' right, let's do it."
The first man grabbed Queenie who gave a slight scream, but more from surprise than anything else. She didn't protest as she was flung face down over a small table. The second man took her by her blonde hair and slid his cock into her mouth. The first one came up behind her and spread her thighs, running his thick cock over her ass crack. As he pushed his stiff prick into her shitter, Queenie gasped and arced on the table. She moaned as her ass was filled with the thick cockmeat and plunged her head down on the cock, swallowing it into her hot little throat.
"Yeahhh," said the first man as he plunged his cock into Queenie's soft ass, "that's real nice."
He slid his cock out and rammed it back in. Queenie's body heaved and twisted, and a deep moan escaped her mouth as it worked back down on the cock. Her legs trembled, thrusting back at the invading prick as the threesome settled in for a long fuck.
Most of the rest of the men were sitting around, looking well-fucked out. A couple of them still had hard-ons, but most were limp and glassy-eyed.
"So, you're awake," a voice said and Justine twisted to see Verna standing over her, the cat in her hand.
Suddenly Justine wasn't half as afraid as she had been. She could take it, whatever this sadist did to her. She lay back on the floor, her head still spinning from all she had been through.
"Did you see what you did to my ass?" Verna said softly. She turned and slid her skirt back up over her hips. Her slim, well-formed legs in the tight black boots ran up to the scratched, red skin of her curving ass cheeks.
"Well, mistress," Justine said mockingly, "you did tell me to do it. If you can't stand the heat, mistress, get out of the kitchen."
Verna slowly turned back and stared at Justine. There was a light of amazement in her eyes as she stood over the dark-haired schoolgirl.
"Well," she said, "I didn't guess you'd turn out like this."
Justine just stayed there, holding Verna's hard gaze.
"Kiss my ass," Verna said, turning back, lift�ing her skirt just the few inches to her waist.
For a moment, Justine was going to tell her to fuck off, but she knew instantly that wasn't the way.
"Yes, mistress," she said, with her new mock�ing tone.
She rolled over, her ass burning, her tits a flaming mass of agony and awful sensuality. As Verna bent over, thrusting her ass higher for Justine, the little schoolgirl crawled across and kissed her scratched ass flesh.
"Ooooohhhh," Verna said contentedly.
Justine didn't reply. She kissed Verna's ass cheeks, marveling at the deep scratches her fingernails had inflicted. The touch of Verna's soft ass cheeks on her lips was very sensual. She found herself responding to it almost im�mediately. She kissed over the trembling flesh, licking the torn skin, working her way closer and closer to the crack of Verna's ass. With her hands she caressed Verna's upper thighs, wandering her fingers nearer to the open slit of Verna's pussy. Verna was getting hotter, her ass thrusting back for more of Justine's mouth, her pussy juices flowing over her thighs, dampen�ing Justine's fingers.
"Mmmmmnnnnn," Verna purred, stroking the cat in her fingers, "you have learned well. Don't stop."
Justine had no intention of stopping. Her fingers kept up their soft caress as she moved her mouth across Verna's ass cheeks and down in�to the soft flesh of her ass crack. She kissed either side of Verna's ass, then licked her tongue out, caressing the very edge of Verna's tight asshole.
Verna gave a low moan, her ass heaving at Justine's face and Justine didn't disappoint her. She slid her hands right around Verna's thighs, pressing her mouth tighter between her ass cheeks, sliding her fingers over Verna's throb�bing pussy, working her slit, pressing her clit.
"Uuuuurrggg," Verna moaned, her ass bud pulsating over Justine's mouth. "Oooohhh, that's good, that's real good."
Justine licked her tongue right into Verna's hot ass, shoving it into the crinkled hole, lick�ing around while her fingers teased Verna's pussy.
"Mmmnngghhhh!" Verna moaned, her voice getting higher and sharper. "Oooohhhh, fuck, you learned well, ohhhhh!"
She started bucking back at Justine's face, her pussy and ass throbbing with rising lust. She spread her legs wider.
Justine played her, driving her higher, lick�ing at her ass, swirling her tongue around in the dark hole, her fingers playing on Verna's clit until the dominatrix gave a yell and started to climax. She screamed, throbbed her ass back at Justine's mouth and Justine pulled away, drop�ping back onto the carpet.
"Well, mistress," Justine said brazenly, spreading her thighs, sliding her fingers over her pussy, "is there something you want?"
"You bitch!" Verna screamed, swinging around, her gaze blazing with fury. She was heaving with lust that couldn't be satisfied. She paced up, spread her legs around Justine and raised the cat high over her head.
With a deep scream of horrible lust, Justine pulled her hands away from her pussy and thrust it up, opening her thighs wider. The cat lashed her clit, the knots beating agony into her flesh.
"Yaaahhhhh!" She screamed, her body roll�ing as she thrust her pussy higher. "I can take it, mistress, I can take it, see!" The cat lashed into her cunt once more, driving another scream of lust from the young girl. "Yeahhh, whip me, mistress!"
The next blow of the knots sent her over into a screaming climax, yelling and wailing as her lust peaked.
"So," Verna snarled, lashing her captive again, "so you can take it, huh, whore?"
"Yes, yes, yes, mistress!" Justine screamed, her body on fire with depraved emotions that filled her with as much horror and shame as lust. But each time the whip landed, the lust took over, claiming total control.
"Okay, whore!" Verna yelled.
She stopped the whip and left Justine toss�ing on the floor, her hands feverishly working her clit. She strode over to the men, sitting dazed in their chairs.
"Come on," she snarled, "there must be some of you who can still get it up."
"Yeah," one of them said lazily. "You get those whores to suck us hard again, we can do it."
"Karen, Diana," Verna snapped, "get them hard again, they're gonna be needed."
The two maids climbed up and went over to two of the men who signaled. They dropped to their knees and took the two soft cocks in their skillful hands. As Verna paced away, they began licking and sucking at the pricks.
"Right, bitch," Verna said, striding back up to Justine as she lay there, rubbing her pussy shamelessly, openly. "You're gonna bring three of these suckers off while I whip you the whole fuckin' time. You wanna try to take it like this, or do I tie you up? Huh?"
Justine gave a low gurgle. She finger-fucked herself, looking up at Verna. She couldn't understand anything any more. She hated herself for feeling like this, but she came just lying there, thinking about the whip and three hard male cocks. Her whole body ached from the punishments it had suffered, but nothing stopped the rush of lust.
"Get up," Verna snarled. "Get me the first one, Diana."
Over the small table Queenie moaned as the two thick cocks continued to slam in and out of her body. She sank her mouth over the surg�ing cockhead as the man held her head and heaved his stiff prick at her throat, pushing in until his balls bounced against her chin at the peak of each stroke. The man fucking her ass drove in to the hilt, pushing his cock deep into her spasming shitter, sending hot sparks through the little blonde's body.
Queenie heaved, her ass walls trembling, her body melting in the heat of the double fuck. Spasms of passion shot through her, bursting in her ass and throat as the cocks fucked her. Low gurgling screams broke from her mouth as she sucked the throbbing cock, running her tongue around it, going delirious with the feel and taste of the male cockmeat.
"Fuuuuck," the man said as he grabbed her head and forced his cock deeper into her unresisting throat, "this whore's as hot as the other one."
"Yeahhhh," the other man said as he pumped his cock into Queenie's hot shit pit, "but look what that whore's doing."
Justine stood in front of a man whose cock was just about hard. At his feet knelt Diana, her little blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked extra stiffness into the prick.
"What hole do you want?" Verna asked the man, spreading her legs wider in the black boots.
"Think I'll fuck her," he said, his hips thrusting at Diana's mouth.
"Good, lay him down, Diana, make him comfortable."
Diana held his cock and took him to one of the sofa. There she eased him onto his back and put cushions behind his head.
"Diana," Verna snapped, "that cock isn't fully hard. This little whore deserves a fair shot, bend over."
"Yes, mistress," Diana moaned. She pulled what remained of her little dress uniform up over her ass and bent over the man's cock, thrusting her ass up, the tight cheeks curving deliriously.
"Here," Verna said and handed the cat to Justine. "Use it on her until you're satisfied he's hard enough."
Justine gaped. She looked at the cat, then at Verna.
"Get on with it!" Verna snapped.
The surge of passion that broke over Justine was almost more than she could take. She panted, her tits heaving as she walked up and slid the tail of the cat over Diana's shivering ass.
Somehow Diana had escaped a whipping so far, and the creamy white ass cheeks drove Justine wild. She found that her pussy was streaming with lust juices as she raised the cat in a dream, held it over her shoulder and then lashed it downward, across Diana's straining ass.
Diana gave a low moan and her mouth sank farther on the man's cock.
"Whip the shit," Verna said easily, "don't tease her."
Justine gave a rising gurgle of lust and fury. She raised the cat, lashed it into Diana's ass, watching the red stain spread as the little blonde gasped and sucked at the cock, her ass waving, getting redder by the moment.
Justine swung the cat again, her breath get�ting harder with lust. Her arm swung, the knots beat into Diana's ass and the little blonde gave a scream of pain, her mouth deep on the cock.
"Yeahhhhh!" Justine yelled and whipped Diana faster and harder, her arm swinging with growing release and fury. She reached down and played with her pussy, gasping and sobbing with lust as the climaxes spread over her. She glanced over at Verna, but the dominatrix was leaning on the wall, watching, with no sign that she might stop Justine.
Diana started sobbing as the whip cut her ass. Her mouth was at the base of the man's cock while he lay there, grinning, his hips beginning to thrust up in his growing lust.
"Fuck, kid," he said, "you can hand it out as well as take it."
"Uuurgghhh!" Justine yelled and stopped, the most unearthly passion running over her. "Lemme see his cock!" Suddenly she understood the depth and cunning of Verna's challenge and she was going to meet it to the full.
Diana slid her mouth off the man's cock and knelt, rubbing her ass, sobbing with pain. Justine walked forward, bent over the cock and took it in her soft fingers, running her hand down the length. It was rock-hard, and the man panted with lust. Very slowly Justine slipped her mouth down it, running it to the depths of her throat and holding it there.
"Yeah," Justine said, "that'll do." She turned to the sobbing Diana. "You get those cocks hard when you're told to!"
"Fuck off, you bitch," Diana snarled, her blonde hair tossing in fury.
"Okay, whore," Justine yelled, "it isn't hard enough, suck it."
"Fuck off!" Diana yelled, but Justine grabbed her and swung her with incredible fury, forcing her down.
"I'm not doing it!" Diana screamed. "You let me go, you bitch!"
"Do as she says," Verna snapped, "or I'll let her tie you up and do as she likes."
With a moan of surrender, Diana sank her mouth over the cock, sobbing helplessly.
"It isn't hard enough, is it?" Justine yelled, laying the whip into Diana's ass.
Diana's scream bubbled out from around the stiff prick. She pulled her mouth back. "No, it isn't hard enough!"
"What did you say?" Justine demanded, lashing her again.
"It isn't hard enough, mistress!" Diana sobbed.
Justine stopped the whip and stood there, chuckling, her chest heaving, bouncing her large, luscious tits. Behind her, she heard Queenie screaming as she came. The first man was pumping into her ass, the second man had her by the hair as he shot cum all over her face. Gobs of it splattered into Queenie's lips as she screamed and moaned with the force of the orgasms rolling over her.
Justine turned back to the moaning, sobbing Diana. "Okay, it's hard enough now."
"Yes, mistress," Diana moaned.
Justine's dream world soared higher as she stepped up and pulled the little blonde away. She handed her the whip. "Give this to Verna."
Diana kept her eyes down as she went off and gave Verna the whip.
Justine slid over the man's legs, her pussy throbbing with desire for the long hard cock. She knelt up, watching as the men gathered around. A fresh surge of lust burned over her as she ran the cock to the sopping wet hole of her pussy and slowly eased herself down it, fill�ing her hungry cunt with hard prickmeat. She turned and grinned wildly at Verna who stood there with the cat.
"Do it," she said.
Verna laughed. "Ass or tits?"
Justine turned to the man whose cock was throbbing and swelling already at the depraved game the two women were playing.
"Which would you like?" she purred, roll�ing her hips, her hot cunt sucking at his cock.
"Ohhhh fuck," he moaned, "your ass, whore, your ass!"
Smiling like a devil, Justine bent down over him, her ass beating her pussy onto his cock with rising thrusts. She caressed her hot tits across his chest and leaned closer, her mouth nuzzling his neck as she rammed herself on him harder and harder.
Verna lashed the cat into Justine's ass. The once-demure, frightened little schoolgirl gave a shriek of undisguised lust and thrust down on the cock, then up, demanding the next blow. It came, beating into her whipped flesh to the pulse that Justine wanted, slow, hard, but with a quickening pace, the strokes lashing in as she screamed.
"Yeahhhh!" she shrieked, "whip me, bitch, whip me, whip me! Come on, I can take it! Hurt me, hurt meeeee! Aaagghhhh! Yeahhhh! do it!"
Her body tossed, her dark hair flung wildly as she fucked the cock, her pussy going wild on the throbbing, heaving cock meat.
The man gathered closer, and Verna whipped her faster. Below her the man gasped, his cock thrusting and growing in her hot cunt.
"Fuckin' bitch!" he yelled. "She's bringing me off, ohhh fuck!"
"Not yet!" Justine yelled, but already she felt his cock throbbing with the cum gushing down his shaft. She screamed as her pulsating cunt was filled with hot wet goo, spurting out of the cock as the man yelled, heaving her up on his pouring prick, his hands running over her thrusting tits.
"Oooohhh, fuck!" he yelled. "You can't hold it in with this cunt. Ooohhhh, fuck!" His hips jerked, his cock poured the hot cum and Justine shrieked as she tried to get more.
He dropped back on the sofa.
Verna stopped the whip, staring, amazed at Justine.
Justine crawled off the still oozing cock, the fires in her body in complete control. She stag�gered up to find that several more of the men had hard cocks back, just from watching her.
"Who's next?" she demanded.
She lost all sense of anything after that. She was on her back on a table, cocks in her mouth and cunt while the cat lashed her tits and the crashing orgasms poured over her. Cum shot all over her mouth and face.
The whip cut into her throbbing pussy, gobs of cum beating out from the contact as she took another thick hunk of cock down her throat. Cum gushed over her tits, and Queenie and Diana were licking it up as another cock shot high in her cunt and the man bellowed, lifting her ass off the table.
She had a strange, dim memory of holding Verna, the two of them kissing and caressing. Of Verna's pussy and ass as she licked the cum from them, of Verna's hot mouth licking her pussy and shamelessly going around to her throbbing asshole.
CHAPTER TEN
Justine woke up. There was sunlight stream�ing through a window. She turned, finding herself in a bed, well-made, with sheets and pillows. She was naked. Across from her was another bed with Queenie in it, asleep still, her sexy little face strangely calm.
Justine looked around. It was a medium-sized room, looked as if it might contain guests some times. She sat up in bed, getting a pang of pain from her ass.
She examined herself carefully. Her tits were red and bruised and her ass was in even worse shape, pulped and incredibly sore to the touch. She rubbed it and was horrified to feel the pain that shot out, but also mingled with that sen�suality that had betrayed her so badly the night before. She stared at the door, and went over to it, just to see if it was unlocked.
It wasn't, but the sound of her turning it woke Queenie up. The little blonde shot up in bed.
"Are you all right?" she gasped.
"Yes," Justine said. "I was just seeing if the door was open."
"Do you remember much about last night?" Queenie asked timidly.
"No," Justine said. She was fighting her sense of shame. She knew she had given in to a lot of things, that she'd come while suffering the most degrading sexual acts.
"You went crazy," Queenie said, "you-"
"Shut up!" Justine snapped. "I don't wanna know."
"No," Queenie said, "you gotta listen. You were demanding all the men fuck you, you bitched them out and got the shit whipped outta you and still came back for more. Fuck, you didn't stop coming for hours."
Justine looked at her friend's red tits, streaked with harder lines of crimson pain. "Shut up, I don't remember."
They were stopped from anything further by the arrival of Karen and Diana. The two maids were just in robes and grinned at the two girls.
Diana gave them each a bra and panty set, a light dress and the shoes they had arrived in. Then she led them through to Verna's room.
Justine tried to keep her eyes down, but she couldn't help looking up at her tormentor. Verna smiled at her, a strange look in her eyes. She let them stand there while she wrote something on a piece of paper. Then she put the paper in an envelope.
"If we ever meet again," she said, "I'll give this to you to read."
If there was one thing Justine was certain of, it was that she and Verna would never meet again. One weekend of pain and humiliation was more than enough.
"Your coats, girls," Verna said.
Both of them gasped as the fur coats were handed to them. Justine looked at it.
"But these aren't ours!" she gasped.
"Yes, they are," Verna said. "Don't tell me you didn't earn them. We have some old friends to take you home."
The door opened and in came Norman and Ian, in full uniform.
Queenie gave a low shriek. Justine just looked at the cops with steely eyes. They couldn't frighten her any more.
"Oh, don't worry," Verna said, "you owe them a fuck for taking you home, but it's a straight deal now, no violence unless you play up."
Justine grinned. She strolled over to the two cops. "Come on, Queenie, let's show them what we learned."
"Here?" groaned Queenie.
"Why not? You prefer the back seat of a cop car?" Justine said.
She swayed over to Norman and slid the short dress up her thighs, showing him her panties, pushing the coat to the side.
"Ready?"
"Uh, yuh," he said.
"Come on, Queenie," Justine said. She slipped to her knees and slid Norman's pants open, working his zipper down, reaching in, and taking out his swollen cock.
Queenie did the same with Ian, her hands trembling as she remembered what he had done to her.
Justine slid her soft mouth down the length of Norman's cock, sliding it into her throat in an instant, letting her muscles work over the throbbing cockhead, sucking at the rigid prick. He gave a groan of lust and grabbed at her dark hair.
She looked over at Queenie, sucking Ian's stiff cock. He too held Queenie by her hair, thrusting his cock at her throat.
Justine sank her soft throat deeper on his cock and Norman gave a great bellow of lust.
"Christ," he yelled, "what did you teach her! Ohhhh fuck!"
His cock shot hot cum into Justine's tight throat. She held him there as he bellowed and heaved, his cock emptying fast into her stomach.
Justine eased her mouth back up his soften�ing cockshaft, licking up all the cum that re�mained as she went. She cleaned off his cockhead, grinning triumphantly at him.
Then she glanced at Queenie, still sucking, tears rolling down her young face and Justine was ashamed again. She had to stop herself fall�ing like this whenever a cock appeared. She watched as Ian came, shooting into Queenie's soft little mouth, roaring the whole time as Queenie sobbed and wept.
They got into the police car and drove to Queenie's home in silence.
Inside the house, they made sure that Queenie's mother wasn't home.
For the rest of the weekend, they didn't discuss the thing at all. Justine went home and the two girls just met at school. Justine managed to hide her bruises from her parents and was amazed at how fast they went down.
By Wednesday it was obvious that something was wrong. The two girls went for coffee after school.
"You healed okay?" Queenie said.
"Yeah, real well," Justine said.
"Same here," Queenie said. She looked out of the window. "You having problems?"
"Yeah," Justine said. She too stared out of the window for a while. "Ohhhh fuck, I want it so bad, I can't do without it."
"Yeah," Queenie said, tears rolling down her face. "Same here."
"We gotta do something," Justine said.
On Saturday morning, their first call was to the police station.
"Please," Justine said, "this really nice policeman saved my cat, he was called Norman. I'd like to thank him."
It didn't take long to find the Norman she wanted, for nobody in the station had any suspicions.
Norman's house was a wood frame one in the suburbs. He nearly choked as he opened the door to find them there in their fur coats.
"What the fuck are you doing here," he spat.
Justine saw his wife behind him, a rather plain-looking woman, running to fat. "We'd like to thank you for saving our cat."
"Uh?" he said. "So?"
"We'd also like the address of that lady who helped, you know, Verna," Justine said with a grin.
"Fuck off!" Norman hissed. "Or I'll run you in for shop-lifting."
He was furious and sweating as his wife came closer.
"Just the address," Justine said sweetly, "or we'll start telling tales of our own, to your wife."
Norman gave them the address.
Verna wasn't at all surprised to see them. She was at her desk doing some work. She gazed at them for a few moments, then opened her desk and took out the envelope from the week before.
"Well?" she said.
Justine felt her chest heaving. Verna had a strange smile on her face as she flicked the envelope in her hand.
"We-we want to come back," Justine said with a rush. "We want to be like Karen and Diana."
Verna smiled and came around the desk. She handed the envelope to Justine. "Go on," she said.
Justine tore it open with fingers that trembled badly. The not inside read-Within a month, you will both be back to become two of my girls.
Justine broke into tears and gave the note to Queenie who read it and just stood there, staring.
Verna slid her hand under Justine's chin and lifted her face.
"I said I'd get you." She moved in and kissed Justine softly on the lips. "You'll have the time of your life here."
"Yes, mistress," Justine sobbed.
"Hmmmm," Verna said, "we'll see about the mistress bit. I'm not sure which way you'll go. Anyway, let's go and get dressed, shall we?"
She led them down the hall to a room they hadn't seen before. It was a luxurious dressing room with mirrors, seats, makeup, and racks of sexy clothes.
"My girls get the best," Verna said, "so en�joy yourselves, the party starts in about two hours. Oh, rules of the house are on the table."
She left them alone.
Justine picked up the rules and found that there were very few. As full members of the house, they even had a vote in which men were allowed to join the club. Once a man was a member, however, the girls were forbidden to refuse him anything. They could proposition the men any time they wanted and fuck each other whenever they wanted.
"Shit," Justine said, "these aren't rules, these are invitations."
As they showered, the excitement mounted in both girls until it was almost unbearable. As they were sitting, giggling in front of the mir�ror, experimenting with makeup, the door open� ed and Diana came in. She took one look at them and froze. "Fuck!" she gasped.
"Yes," Justine said with a grin, "we're back."
Diana shook her head. "Jesus," she whispered and went to get dressed.
Finally, dressed as two of Verna's maids, in the short black dressed, matching bra, slip and panty sets, they went along the main room in the company of the other four.
There were about fifteen men gathered in the main room and this time a few women, who stared at the maids with almost outright hatred.
"Who the fuck are they?" Justine whispered.
"Rich bitches," Diana whispered back. "They think they fuckin' own us. Most of 'em are wives and don't like us fucking their husbands."
"Why do they come then?" Justine said.
"Fuck if I know," Diana said easily. "I think they just like taking it out on us when we bring their men off."
Justine was in a fever of excitement as she picked up a tray of appetizers and walked among the men, handing them out as wanted. She saw Verna over by the door, dressed in her leather outfit and that gave her a surge of new excitement.
One of the guests stopped Justine.
"I missed you last week," he said, his eyes working up and down her luscious figure.
"Thank you, sir," Justine purred. He was a tall, good-looking man, in an expensive suit, and he exuded an air of power. "I hope we meet later."
"Count on it," he said, and, as his eyes traveled slowly up her stockinged legs, Justine eased the hem of her short, black dress up, over her suspender straps to the crotch of her panties. "Yes," he said, his voice hard with lust, "you can count on that." Justine smiled and was on her way back to the table when one of the rich bitches stopped her, grabbing her arm.
"You keep your hands off my fuckin' -husband!" she snarled.
Justine looked her up and down. She was an ash blonde, with a hard, beautiful face, sharp blue eyes, and wide, pouting mouth. Her high thrusting tits heaved at the front of an expen�sive dark blue dress. She stared at Justine with open hostility.
Justine felt an incredible rash of fury soar�ing over her.
"If he wants to fuck me," she spat, "he's go�ing to, so fuck off!"
The woman swung her arm and tried to slap Justine, her open palm swinging in on the young girl.
Something in Justine snapped. She had no idea what she was doing, nor did she care. She grabbed the woman's arm, dropping the tray to the floor. In a haze of anger, she twisted the blonde's arm behind her back and shoved her forward, towards the back of a chair.
"Let go of me!" the woman yelled.
Justine expected to be stopped at any second, and punished severely for what she was doing, but she didn't care. She was discovering that she was stronger than she ever thought she could be as she slammed the woman face down over the chair back.
"You don't tell me what to do, bitch!" she screamed, "I'm gonna suck your husband off right in front of your fuckin' face, bitch! Hey, get me some rope. I'm gonna teach this whore a lesson."
To her utter amazement, she saw Verna give Diana and Queenie some rope and the two girls brought it over to her. She held the struggling blonde down over the chair almost effortless�ly. She was heady with excitement, her pussy running with lust juice.
"Tie her up!" she snapped.
"Are you going to whip my wife?" the man who had stopped Justine asked.
Justine hadn't realized where she was going until that moment. She gasped, and looked around. Close by stood Verna, grinning, holding a thin cane.
"Yes," she said defiantly.
"Good," he said, "she needs it."
"What? You fucker, Joe!" the woman screamed. "Let me go, let me up!"
Justine gasped, her tits heaving with lust. She walked up to Joe, leading him close to his wife as Diana and Karen grabbed her wrists and lashed them to the front chair legs.
"Then you have to let me blow you, right here," she cooed, sliding close to him, pushing her red hot pussy over his leg as she clung, caressing her body over his.
"You bet," he said and Justine slid her hand down, over his cock, feeling it jump like crazy as she touched it.
"I'm a bad girl too, sometimes," she purred. "If I'm a bad girl, would you punish me?"
"I'd have to," he said. "Can't let bad girls run around, can I?"
Justine gasped again, her hand tightening on his cock as it throbbed in his pants.
"Just tell me what I have to do to be a bad girl," she whispered.
His cock was heaving wildly in his pants.
"Well," he said as his wife yelled and screamed over the back of the chair, threaten�ing them all with revenge the moment she was free. "If you were to tear my wife's expensive dress, for example, that would make you a bad girl."
"Oh, yes, sir," Justine whispered.
She stepped away from him, amazed at her pulsating lust. It had taken her over, possessed her utterly. She was a slave to it and she didn't want it any other way.
She paraded behind the yelling, struggling wife.
"Now, now, Sally," Joe said, "watch your language."
"You shit-faced fucker!" Sally yelled. "Let me go, stop that!"
Justine was running her hands up the back of Sally's thighs, spreading the dress out as she went. The guests were gathering closer, watching intently. As Sally screamed at her, Justine slid her fingers under her lacy suspender straps and flicked one of them against her white thigh. Sally jerked and screeched with anger.
Justine ignored her, slowly working the dress up her thighs. But, even with the slit, it wouldn't go all the way.
"Well, well," Justine said nastily, her pussy overflowing with lust, "I'll have to tear it."
"You fucker, stop that!" This dress cost seven-hundred-aaaaaahhh! You little shit!" Sally screamed as Justine ripped the seam of the dress, inch by inch, until it was halfway up her back.
Justine pouted, running her tongue over her lips. Joe's eyes went misty with lust as he watched the once-innocent schoolgirl degrading his wife.
Justine pushed the sides of the dress apart.
"Ohhhh, that's a nice ass," Justine cooed, running her hand over Sally's heaving ass cheeks.
Sally had great legs and they were stretched to the limit by the rope lashing her ankles to the chair legs. The tight, tiny black panties made her ass irresistible, particularly as it stuck up high on the chair back. Justine eased the small black slip out of the way too, exposing the whole of Sally's ass cheeks.
"Mmmmnnnn," Justine said, "real nice." She ran her fingers between Sally's thighs, play�ing with the bound woman's pussy through the black panties.
Justine kissed her and took the cane from her, strolling around to Sally's struggling head. She ran the thin cane across the blonde's terrified eyes.
"You wouldn't dare!" Sally screamed. "You can't whip me. I'll beat the shit outta you when I get free!"
Justine laughed and leaned in close to the struggling wife.
"You couldn't whip me hard enough to make me whimper, whore," she snarled softly. "You ask them around here what I need, I'm the big�gest whore you ever met, and you're gonna pay."
"Stop, no!" Sally screamed as Justine got up and walked back around the chair. She held the cane over Sally's creamy ass cheeks and looked around.
All Verna's other maids were getting fucked. Queenie was on her knees, sucking one of the men's cock while Diana and Karen were bent over, their panties on the floor, while two of the men pushed their hot pricks into their soft pussies.
Justine grinned. She raised the cane and held it over Sally's trembling ass. Very slowly she looked at Joe and slid her hand up, under her short dress, fondling her pussy, showing him her fingers working over the wet front of her panties.
"Don't you dare!" Sally screamed.
Justine lashed the cane across Sally's black panties, which were no protection at all. A red line spread across her ass and she gave a pierc�ing scream, bucking up on the chair back.
"You bitch, I'll get you!" she yelped.
Justine whipped her again, driving the cane across her ass until it was a mass of red flesh. Sally stopped threatening her, and just screamed at each lash jerking on the chair back, sobbing the whole time, begging Justine to stop.
But Justine wasn't going to stop until she came. She rubbed her pussy shamelessly as she lashed the screaming wife. She was delirious with lust, and she had a whole weekend of depraved sex ahead.
