Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
The heroine of SALESGIRL IN BONDAGE is an unwilling victim of such a subculture.
Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, she struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Pauline! Why the hell didn't you get that customer?" Eamon Allen demanded. "She's left now."
Pauline Davis rasped the emery board across her fingernail. "She wasn't in my department," she said arrogantly.
``But I've said a million times that if you're not doing anything, you go and help out where you're needed!" Eamon snapped.
Pauline pouted, her sassy, sexy features alive with defiance. "So, I should go down to hardware?
"You know what I mean!" Eamon snarled. "Lingerie is next to you. You could help out:"
"Not my job," Pauline said, turning away.
Eamon opened his mouth, changed his mind and left. Pauline sneered after him. He might be the store boss and he was certainly devastatingly good looking; but it didn't mean he could push her around. And even though he didn't undress her with his eyes every-time they met, Pauline knew he had the hots for her.
A lot of men had the hots for Pauline. She was more than pretty enough, with blonde hair falling to her shoulders, wide gray eyes, high cheekbones; a square, strong jaw and a wide, sensual mouth. The rest of her figure was just as good, and she made sure men saw it, too, Her short skirts and dresses had gotten even shorter with the return of the. mini-skirt and she strutted her lovely long legs around in her high heels like an open invitation.
As a result, many men had the hots for Pauline and many men dated her. They spent a lot of money and got a kiss on the cheek for thanks-if they were lucky.
Pauline wasn't going to get herself involved in anything like sex. The idea of being involved with a man made her shiver almost as much as the thought of fucking them. She wasn't sure why she hated sex so much.
Perhaps it was that her mother had a string of lovers after her father left. Perhaps it was that the one boy Pauline had allowed to fuck her had rammed his cock painfully up her pussy; groaned twice and came, pulling his cock out and getting cum all over her panties: In any event, she wasn't going to allow that to happen again.
And; since Eamon had yelled at her, she was going to steal something else. She already had a bottle of perfume from her counter; and now she strolled innocently over to the lingerie.
"Need any help?" she asked the rather overweight girl who worked there.
The girl just looked at her, so Pauline snickered and walked off between the racks. The girl hated her because Pauline got all the dates, and the girl would fuck anything that moved. Only nothing that moved wanted to fuck her. Or so Pauline thought. She giggled as she moved through the racks. She already knew what she wanted, a little outfit that would look great on her. She slid it off the rack and into her purse quickly, strolling back to the perfume counter looking totally innocent.
Later that day; close to five o'clock, Eamon came around again and asked to see her in his office.
"I gotta bus to catch," Pauline said.
"You'll catch the bus, don't worry."
"So, what's it about?"
"I'll tell you in my office," Eamon said.
Pauline shrugged, picked up her purse and followed him.
He closed the door of his office and Pauline got a shock. Standing in the room was a policewoman. A tall, stunningly hard-faced and beautiful brunette. She regarded Pauline from under her cap.
"What's this about?" Pauline asked, suddenly nervous.
"Open your bag," Eamon said, leaning on his desk.
"What do you mean? What right have you got to-"
"Open your bag," Eamon repeated.
Pauline turned and saw that the policewoman was between her and the door. She swung back at Eamon. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"You've been stealing from us," Eamon said flatly.
"That's a lie!" Pauline screamed, suddenly really frightened.
"Then open your bag."
"No!"
"Do you want to see the video of you this afternoon?" Eamon asked. "Not to mention the ones from weeks ago. I've been watching you for some time."
"What fucking video?" Pauline snapped, and Eamon pushed a button on the VCR on the shelf near his desk.
It only took a few seconds for Pauline to recognize herself in the lingerie department, heading for the little outfit she'd stolen. She went white and started trembling.
"No, no!" she gasped.
"Open your bag, on here," he said, tapping his desk.
Pauline knew she was trapped. Her legs were trembling as she walked up to the desk and opened her purse, dumping out the contents, complete with the little outfit she'd stolen, and the perfume.
Eamon nodded and the policewoman came closer, her eyes on the stolen goods.
"Officer Steel here has a list of just about everything you've stolen from us," Eamon said. "You're fired, and she's taking you downtown to charge you."
Sheer terror rushed over Pauline and all her arrogance vanished.
"Please, no, please, Eamon, no, I'll pay it all back!" she screamed, falling to her knees and grabbing for his legs. "Please, I won't do it again, I promise!"
"Damn right, you won't," he said as he kicked her away. "Get her the hell out of here, Julia, would you?"
"No, no! Please!" Pauline sobbed, crawling after Eamon as he made for his chair. "Please, Eamon, I'll do anything, anything you want! I will, I promise!"
"Don't be stupid, Pauline!" Eamon said, pushing her away with his foot. "Now get up. Officer Steel is very busy."
"No, please; Eamon, please, anything! I mean it-anything!"
Pauline crouched at his feet as he turned and stared down at her.
"You don't mean that," he said, a terrible edge to his voice.
"I do, I do, honest!" Pauline cried. "Please, don't fire me, don't send me to jail. My mom and dad would kill me if they found out I was in jail!"
"I thought your family was in a little place downstate," Eamon said, sitting down, his eyes hard. "And I thought your dad left home."
"Yes, yes, but he still lives close. My mom'd call him and he'd kill me!" Pauline wept, wondering what her dad would do. He'd never cared much about any of the children.
"Hmmmm," Eamon said, rubbing his jaw.
"Anything, anything you want!" Pauline sobbed. "I'll pay it all back from my wages, I will."
Eamon laughed. "Anything?"
"Yes, anything!"
"Sign this, then."
The policewoman slammed a piece of official-looking paper down on the desk along with a pen:
Pauline hardly looked at it. It said something about her obeying and paying off the debt, but that was just the first paragraph. She signed with a trembling hand and watched as Officer Steel looked it over carefully.
"Very good," the woman said. She stepped back a little. "So we can start now. Take your skirt and blouse off."
Pauline gasped, suddenly realizing that sex might be a part of her payment. Disgusting though sex was, it was better than jail; but she wasn't going to strip in front of a policewoman.
"Oh, no!" she said. "Not that, oh, no!"
It all happened so suddenly she was face-down on Eamon's desk, his hand gripping her hair tightly before she could resist. She screamed then and kicked her heels up, but the policewoman had her ankles in a grip that hurt as she pushed her legs down. There was a clank, and something slid around Pauline's ankle.
"No! What are you doing?"
Officer Steel grabbed her other ankle and pushed her other leg down until there was another clunk and Pauline's feet were both strapped tightly to the bottom of the edges of Eamon's desk. She was bent at the waist with Eamon's hand still in her hair and her legs were spread wide open. She screamed and twisted, but then shivered and almost threw up as the policewoman slid her hand over her lovely thighs, pushing her little mini-skirt up over her ass.
"Tights," the woman said in disgust. "They've got to go. Give me the scissors."
"No! What are you doing?" Pauline screamed, twisting against Eamon's hand in her hair. "You bitch, stop!" She watched Eamon reach into a drawer with his free hand and pull out a pair of scissors. "I'll scream for help!"
"Go ahead," Eamon said. "My office is pretty well sound-proofed, and this section of the building is closed off now. And, anyway, everybody's gone home."
He chuckled a little as Pauline squirmed and screamed at the feel of the scissors sliding into the top of her tights.
"Stop that; bitchl" she screamed.
But the scissors snipped and the waistband was gone. After that, the policewoman just yanked and the tights tore all over the place as she pulled them to shreds.
"You're going to learn to obey at once," the woman said. "And what you get now, you'll get every time you call me bitch after this. Got that?"
"Bitch!" Pauline screamed in a fury.
"Good," the woman said, ripping the last shreds of Pauline's tights away. "Nice ass." She started running her hands over Pauline's panties and making the little blonde salesgirl shiver. "Now, it's six strokes with this for disobeying, and six more for calling me bitch."
Suddenly she was at the side of the desk with a thin cane in her hand. It was over four feet long and shook as she tapped it in her hand.
"No!" Pauline gasped, out of her mind with terror.
The cane looked horribly painful. She squealed as Eamon grabbed her wrists, his one hand more than strong enough to hold them both:
"Yes," the woman said, "and I haven't even started on your punishment for stealing yet. And your punishment for being such a little shit at work. And your punishment for anything else I feel like."
"No, please, no!" Pauline begged. "Please, Eamon, I didn't mean this. "I'll do what you want, but not this, no . . : aagghh!"
She leaped like a gaffed fish as the thin cane lashed across her tightly stretched panties, beating a thin stripe of agony into her ass-flesh.
"Ahhh, no, no, please . : . uurrhh!"
The second stroke beat an even more terrifying agony through her and she jerked, sweat breaking out all over her body. She struggled desperately against Eamon's hand, but he just leaned back and held her writhing hands with almost no effort at all.
"Three," the policewoman said, lashing the bound blonde hard, stroking the cane across Pauline's tight ass-cheeks with terrifying power.
"Four . . . five!"
"No, please . . . aagghh!"
"Seven, eight, nine!" the policewoman said, her voice cutting through Pauline's screams of pain.
"No, please . . . aagghh! I'll take my skirt off, I will!"
"Having a good time, Julia?" Eamon chuckled.
"Yeah, just like you're gonna have," Julia laughed, lashing Pauline again. "Ten, eleven, twelve!"
Pauline screamed and collapsed across the desk, sobbing and moaning. Eamon let go of her wrists and she reached back to rub her whipped ass. The touch of her hands was terribly painful on her whipped flesh, but it was better than the throb and pulse of the pain from the cane.
"Are you ready to obey me now?" Julia asked.
"Yes," Pauline said, weeping against the desk top.
The clasps around her ankles snapped away, and Pauline's legs were free. She sobbed as she pulled her thighs together and stood up, rubbing her ass through her little skirt. She looked down and saw the remains of her tights all over the floor and wept even harder.
"Come here!" Julia snapped.
Pauline rushed to obey. But her legs were wobbly and she almost fell over. She stood trembling in front of the policewoman, her eyes down, tears running down her cheeks.
"From now on, you call me mistress, got that?" Julia said.
"Yes, mistress," Pauline sobbed, all her will to resist broken.
"Face Eamon and take off your blouse."
Pauline trembled at the thought of having to fuck Eamon. He was the sort of man who wouldn't take any shit from a girl like her anyway, and she knew that. But sex was better than jail, and it wouldn't take long. Then at least she'd be free.
Her trembling fingers reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. Her eyes were still down, but she knew Eamon was taking in her every move, his hard eyes on her lovely body. She opened the next button and the sides of the white blouse opened, revealing the join and beginnings of the cups of her little bra. She knew that Eamon could already see the swell of her tits, and she shivered in horrible expectation.
The next button came undone, and the last one. The sides of her blouse were wide open, showing most of her tits in the half-cup bra. Shivering and moaning, she pulled the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let it slide down her arms. It dropped onto the floor.
"Now the skirt," Julia said.
Pauline's lips were trembling as she reached for the buckle of her belt. She sneaked a glance up at Eamon. He was apparently impassive, his eyes as hard as ever. But there was a massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants and Pauline choked, her gaze running helplessly back to the carpet. It looked as if Eamon had an enormous cock, and the thought of that thing in her little cunt made Pauline sick.
But the pain in her ass was far too much for her even to think of rebelling. She slid her belt open, reached for the side zipper on her sexy little skirt and slid it down. Then she eased the skirt over her aching, throbbing ass and down her thighs, stepping out of it and putting it over a chair.
Now she stood in front of Eamon in nothing but her bra, panties and high heels. She knew that his eyes were scanning her delicious body, and that made her tremble all over.
"Get your shoulders back, stand up!" Julia demanded.
Pauline broke out in a cold sweat as she stood upright, her eyes still down.
"Better: Now the bra," Pauline said.
"P-please!" Pauline whispered, terror rushing all over her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
"Bend down and hold your ankles," Julia ordered.
"What?" Pauline gasped.
"Or you'll be over the desk!"
Instantly, Pauline slid her hands down her legs and held her ankles, her ass thrusting up in the air. She was rather proud of her ability to bend down and show off her legs to the best advantage. Now she was absolutely terrified.
"Two things," Julia snapped, laying the cane across Pauline's shaking ass. "You never speak unless spoken to. And you forgot mistress."
"Sorry, mistress!" Pauline squealed.
"Did I tell you to speak?"
"No, no, sorry, mistress."
"Take your bra off."
It was very difficult, bent over as she was, but Pauline managed to reach behind her and unclip her bra. It dropped away from her tits at once and she let it fall by her head; staring at it and shaking all over in her terror.
"Open your legs wider," Julia said.
That too was difficult, but Pauline shuffled her high heels out over the carpet, moving slowly until Julia told her to stop.
"Hmmmm, nice tits, too. See that, Eamon?" Julia said.
Eamon walked slowly to the doubled-over Pauline and looked down at her luscious tits. They were just the right size for her body, swelling, low-slung mounds with pale areolas and tight little nipple buds.
"Hmmm, yeah, not bad," Eamon said. "A lot of people are gonna enjoy those."
"Yeah," Julia chuckled.
Pauline gave a shaking sob of distress: The way the two of them were talking, there was obviously a lot of pain and humiliation to come for her.
"Okay, little bitch, I'm giving you a choice," Julia said, tapping the cane in her hand. "You can either beg me to give you two strokes of the cane right where you are, for talking out of turn and not saying mistress. And; believe me, that's a very small punishment for those. Or you can refuse to do it and be over the desk again, where I'll give you another twelve and we can start again. You'll hold your ankles the whole time, or it'll be the desk for you anyway. So, which is it?"
Pauline moaned and gasped at the way she was trapped: There was only one thing she could do, but her voice caught in her throat. Never before had a police uniform inspired her with so much fear. The tight black skirt Julia wore, the equally tight jacket and white blouse, the black seamed stockings and high-heeled boots; all made Pauline shudder.
"Come on;" Julia snarled.
"Please, mistress, I'll take my punishment like this," Pauline wept.
"Beg me to punish you because you've been such a bad girl!"
"Please, I beg you, mistress, punish met I've been such a bad girl!"
"And I'll hold my ankles the whole time!" Julia prompted.
"And I'll hold my ankles the whole time!" Pauline wailed.
"That's three strokes."
"Mistress!" Pauline screamed.
"You're learning," Julia said, running the cane lightly across the little blonde's shivering ass.
Pauline closed her eyes, weeping horribly. But she couldn't keep them closed-the agony of expectation was too great. She opened them again to stare up through her spread legs at the cane, hovering over her ass. She gasped as it swept down and then she screamed, jerking horribly, clutching her ankles as tightly as she could as the thin wood lashed into her tight panties.
"Say, thank you;" Julia said.
"Aagghh! Thank you!" Pauline gasped.
"Four strokes."
"Mistress!" Pauline screamed, her ass spasming in her agony.
She could see Eamon as well, standing where he could get the best possible view of her ass. She could see his cock straining against the front of his pants, and she just wanted to die.
But the cane was hovering over her ass and she tensed in her pain, watching in horror as it lashed down.
Her panties split under the blow and she lurched forward, screaming in agony, gripping her ankles as hard as she could: Somehow she managed to get upright without falling over, gasping and screaming the whole time.
`Well?" Julia snapped:
"Thank you, mistress!"
"What a good girl." Julia sneered and lashed Pauline's ass again.
This time Pauline collapsed, her legs shaking, her ass stinging from the blow that cut another gash in her panties. She fell to her knees, sobbing and weeping, gasping for breath.
"Get up, hold your ankles!" Julia screamed, sounding beside herself with fury. "Get up, you little bitch-or I'll whip the shit out of you!"
Pauline's bubbling screams were endless as she struggled up, bending over and holding her ankles again, her ass burning with all the fires of hell as she heaved it up at the cane.
"You forgot something!" Julia snapped.
"Uurrh, thank you, mistress!" Pauline wept.
She held onto her ankles with knuckles that were white with the strain. She watched Julia hold the cane over her trembling ass.
Julia laughed. "Beg for it, bitch-it's the last one."
Pauline sobbed, but she knew she had to obey. "Please, please beat me!"
Julia laughed and whipped the cane into Pauline's ass; sending the helpless little blonde screaming with agony as she dropped back to her knees and crouched on the floor, rubbing her whipped ass:
"Ready to obey; you little bitch?" Julia yelled down at Pauline.
"Yes, yes!" Pauline cried; rubbing her ass.
"Roll over!"
Pauline obeyed at once, rolling onto her back; her eyes almost closed.
Julia stood over Pauline's trembling face, spreading her legs wide.
"Like the view?" she sneered, hitching her tight skirt up a bit.
Pauline could see right up Julia's long legs to the crotch of her tight black panties. She could see the tops of Julia's stockings and the white flesh above. She shivered in even greater horror. She'd heard about women who wanted to fuck other women; and now it looked as if she'd met one. Only the sight of the cane in Julia's hand kept her.in line.
"Yes, yes, mistress;'' Pauline moaned.
"Good; open your legs."
The terror and disgust got worse for Pauline; but she obeyed, opening her lovely legs, showing the bulge of her pussy-mound in the tight panties.
"Pull your legs back, over your head. Touch them to my boots," Julia demanded.
Pauline couldn't stop her tears. Eamon stood close beside Julia and his eyes mocked the little blonde salesgirl. The enormous cock-bulge in his pants seemed to Pauline to have become even bigger as he ran his eyes over her helpless body. But, with a moan of horror, Pauline did as she was told; lifting and spreading her legs up and over, running them down until her toes 'touched the sides of Julia's boot heels. She was bent double, her pussy and ass thrusting up, the crimson of her whipped ass shining through her tight, ripped white panties.
"Rub your pussy for us," Julia instructed.
"What?" Pauline gasped.
Eamon dropped and had a grip on her ankles before Pauline knew it. The cane lashed down, right across one cheek of her ass, then up and back; lashing across the other ass-cheek. Pauline's screams of agony rang from the walls and her body jerked, but she was held too tight to escape:
"Let's try that again," Julia said, her voice suddenly sweet and cloying. "Rub your pussy."
"Ohhh, yes; mistress!" Pauline wailed.
Her hand slid down fast; rubbing over the tight crotch of her panties while her other one rubbed her ass in horrible desperation. She rubbed her pussy as she did in bed at night, privately. Never would she have allowed anyone to think that she did this to herself.
"Pull your panties away," Julia ordered. "We wanna see your pussy!"
Pauline couldn't believe that things had gotten this bad. Her sobs of horror got louder as she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and showed her soft red cunt-lips to Eamon and Julia. Her pussy-lips were almost hairless, just a little down on them and a rather bushier growth on her pussy-mound. So every inch of her outer cunt-lips could be seen, along with the red double line of her inner cunt-lips and the deep gash between them.
"Rub your pussy, bitch!" Julia snapped, tapping the cane in her hand.
Pauline shuddered as she obeyed, rubbing her inner pussy-lips and the hard bud of her clit between them. Her pussy was bone dry in her terror and her fingers clung to her cunt-flesh, but Eamon and Julia didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah," Eamon chuckled, "that's a nice package, all right."
"You look as if you're horny enough to fuck her all night," Julia laughed.
"Easy," Eamon said, his eyes running all over Pauline's shivering body. "I've wanted to get my hands on this stuck-up little cunt for a long time."
Julia laughed and tapped Pauline's ass with the cane. "You going to behave?"
"Yes," Pauline moaned. "Yes, mistress!" she screamed, just in time to stop another stroke of the cane on her ass.
"Get up," Julia said.
Chapter Two
Pauline crawled to her feet slowly, her whole body ringing with pain, her face red with shame. She faced Eamon and Julia, her head down, her eyes still pouring tears.
"Are you ready to behave?" Julia asked, her eyes bright under the black cap she wore.
"Yes, yes, but please don't-"
"Bend over! Touch your toes!" Julia snapped, tapping the cane in her hand.
"Please no, I'll-"
"That's three strokes." Eamon's face was alight with lust as Pauline sobbed and slid her hands down her legs, knowing she had to surrender to the terrible dominatrix. She stared at the ripped-off ends of her tights where they stuck out of her shoes and gripped her ankles hard. Her whipped ass cheeks glowed a shocking crimson as they thrust up, open and vulnerable.
"Tell me, what are these three strokes for?" Julia asked, moving around the weeping blonde. "I don't know!" Pauline wept. "Think, or it's six."
Pauline sobbed louder as Julia stood behind her, waiting, tapping the cane in her hand. Suddenly she remembered. "I didn't say mistress."
"And?"
"I don't know!" Pauline sobbed helplessly. Julia sighed. "You speak only when spoken to," she said in a resigned sort of voice.
"Yes, yes! Sorry, mistress, I won't do it again, I promise. It's just that..."
"There you go again." Julia sighed once more, staring at Pauline as if the helpless blonde would never learn. "It'll have to be four strokes. What do you say?"
"Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress!" Pauline shivered and her legs almost gave out under her.
"Better. I might make something out of you yet," Julia said. She moved to Pauline's side and laid the cane across the blonde's shaking ass. "You hold your ankles, or we start all over again. And each time, you tell me why you got the strokes."
"Yes, mistress!" Pauline cried, and a strange shiver passed over her.
Through her spread legs she watched the cane go up, hover a second and then lash down across her stretched panties. The agony surged as she screamed, almost falling forward, her ass aching, another strip of her panties ripping under the blow.
"That was for not saying mistress, mistress!" Pauline screamed. "Thank you, mistress!"
Julia lashed the screaming blonde again.
Pauline's screech of pain rang around the room and she rocked, almost falling to her knees as another thin line of agony appeared on her ass. For a second, she pushed a hand down onto the carpet to push herself back up, but Julia ignored it.
"Thank you, mistress!" Pauline wailed. "That was for talking when I wasn't spoken to!"
"Good," Julia said approvingly. "Now you can just thank me after the last two." And she laid the cane into Pauline's shivering ass with ferocious power.
Pauline screamed in agony, rocking in her high heels, her ass exploding with pain. Her legs jerked helplessly and she almost fell down.
"Thank you, mistress!"
"One more," Julia said, and she whipped the blonde with a stinging stroke.
"Aagghh! Thank you, mistress!" Pauline screamed.
"Good. Now get up."
"Yes, mistress," Pauline moaned as she pushed herself upright again, her body aching and throbbing all over.
"You're improving. Keep it up," Julia said.
"Thank you, mistress!" Pauline wept, but a warmth spread over her at the approval Julia gave her.
Despite the degradation, Pauline felt good that she had pleased the terrible dominatrix.
"Go to the desk and lay on it, on your back," Julia said.
"Yes, mistress," Pauline gasped, almost running to the desk.
"Stop!" Julia snapped.
Pauline froze, turning in horror, her eyes down.
"You never run unless told to," Julia said. "Come back here."
"Yes, mistress," Pauline said as she walked back, her legs shaking.
"Walk to the desk and get up on it-as if you can't wait to be fucked," Julia said, still tapping the cane in her hand.
"Yes, mistress," Pauline sobbed, walking slowly towards the desk.
"Walk like you walk in the shop," Eamon said nastily.
"Like this?" Pauline moaned, strutting as much as her aching ass would let her.
"Sort of," he said, and they both waited as Pauline climbed onto the desk and lay on her back.
"Your head here," Julia said, tapping the edge of the desk.
The edge was thick rounded wood, so it wasn't too uncomfortable for the shivering blonde as she moved up.
"Bring your legs up again, right to here," Julia said, tapping the corners of the desk.
Pauline sobbed a little as she obeyed, her ass heaving upward again, pushing out as she spread her legs over her head and the toes of her shoes reached the smooth wood of the desk edge.
Before Pauline knew what was happening, Julia slid two leather straps over Pauline's ankles and lashed the weeping salesgirl into position, on her back on the desk, her legs lashed wide apart, level with her head, her ass turned up and her pussy spread open inside the ripped remains of her panties.
Pauline still had no idea what Eamon and Julia intended for her, but she knew it would be something horrible.
Eamon was standing by her head, his massive cock thrusting out against the front of his pants, and Julia stood beside him. She no longer held the cane, but an equally terrible-looking whip. It had a short handle and many tails, all of them knotted, the knots shiny from use.
"Now your punishment starts," Julia said smoothly, running the tails of the whip through her fingers. "You're gonna suck Eamon off, and I'm gonna whip your dirty little pussy and ass while you do it. And that's just the start, believe me."
Pauline gave a terrible groan, and yet she knew she mustn't say anything.
"Take Eamon's cock out," Julia said.
Pauline somehow got her hand up and gripped the zipper of Eamon's suit pants. She pulled and it slid down easily, the enormous cock-bulge inside pushing out in his briefs. It looked even more terrifying than before to the sobbing blonde.
"His belt," Julia said.
Eamon's belt was easier, even though she was doing everything upside down. It just pulled out, and then she could unbutton the waist of his pants. Now the enormous cock-bulge pushed right out of the pants, straining against his briefs.
"Take his prick out," Julia said.
Pauline's whimpers got louder as she reached up and touched the man's enormous cock-bulge. It was so hard she almost fainted.
She pulled Eamon's briefs down and revealed his massive cock in all its power. His prick was so thick she couldn't get her fingers all the way round it, and his enormous bulging cock-head seemed half as thick again as the cock-shaft. Pauline's hands trembled and she let go of the massive fucker.
"Pull his prick down, bitch, and kiss it!" Julia demanded.
Pauline moaned, but she didn't say anything as she pulled the enormous cock-rod down and let the tip of it brush against her lips. She almost threw up. She had once heard a girl she worked with describing cock-sucking, and even that had made her queazy. Now she had to actually suck a cock, and only the agony in her ass kept her from screaming with revulsion.
Eamon stepped back a little and spread his legs so that his cock was just on the right level for Pauline's open mouth. He slid his hands over her tits, and Pauline gave a stifled moan of horror. They were treating her body like a possession they could do what they liked with, and she was helpless to stop them.
"Yeah, bitch, you really wanna suck my cock, right?" Eamon said, twisting Pauline's nipples painfully.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Pauline moaned, tasting a strange salty drop of clear liquid that oozed from the little slit in the tip of his cock.
"You call me sir," Eamon said.
"Yes, sir, yes!" Pauline looked up to see the tails of the whip slide softly over her pussy and drop down on her stretched flesh. The contact was light, but she shivered in horror, her eyes fixed on the flexible leather strips.
Very slowly, Julia drew the cat tails up, over the stretched crotch of Pauline's panties, the knots dragging a little on the material.
"I'm gonna whip you until you've sucked down the last of Eamon's cum," she said, drawing the cat away. "So suck his prick like you mean it, and you'll get less pain."
"Yes, mistress!" Pauline sobbed, her mouth running over the swollen head of Eamon's massive cock.
"Hold it, and suck me good," Eamon said. "I've wanted to get my cock in your stuck-up mouth since you started here, and you're gonna make it good for me or we'll start again!"
"Listen to him, bitch. He gets whatever he wants,". Julia warned Pauline as she lifted the cat over her head.
Pauline watched the cat sweep down. The knotted tails beat into the crotch of her panties and the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. The agony was different, spreading out over her pussy and thighs. But it was just as intense, and she writhed on the desk top, screaming against Eamon's cock.
"Suck it, you cheap little cunt!" he snarled.
His massive cock-head plunged into her mouth and Pauline almost gagged, grabbing at his cock-shaft with her hands, trying to stop the monstrous cock from pushing too far. But Eamon leaned on her and his cock filled her mouth, ramming right to the entrance of her throat.
"Suck that cock, you little whore!" he demanded, leaning in harder.
At that moment the cat lashed across her pussy again and Pauline screamed, heaving on the desk. With her mouth open, Eamon's cock suddenly pushed into her throat a little, bulging her neck with its massive thickness. Through the haze of pain, Pauline gagged, jerking desperately, her stomach heaving as Eamon's thick fucker filled her throat. He pulled back, his cock-head jamming her throat, and she gasped for air.
"Something wrong, cunt-face?" Julia asked, lashing the cat into Pauline's pussy.
"Ahhh, no, no, mistress!" Pauline screamed, jerking helplessly, her lashed ankles pulling at the bonds as her legs trembled.
She stared down at her pussy past the enormous, thick pole of Eamon's cock and saw the red stain spreading around her inner thighs. Her cunt ached with pain and the outer lips of her pussy were engorged and swollen in her panties.
"Then suck it!" Eamon demanded, and he pushed his cock at her mouth again.
Pauline swallowed and gagged as the enormous thick pole pushed at her mouth. The massive cock-head shoved past her lips and fucked into her throat before she knew it. The cat lashed her pussy and she spasmed with pain, her scream bubbling out from around Eamon's prick. Her throat spasmed and she gagged on the big cock-head pushing down into it. Her hands gripped Eamon's thick cock-shaft as hard as possible, but he just laughed and heaved harder, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.
The cat whipped into her pussy and thighs. Pauline leaped on the desk, her pussy throbbing and jerking, her legs pulling at the bonds.
Eamon's cock-head eased back, then slammed back down as she screamed and gagged. Her hand was wedged between his cock-base and her lips as his fucker plunged into her throat.
"Yeah, suck it, you stuck-up whore!" he yelled, working his cock-head over her throat walls in his raging lust. He pulled his cock back until the tip was just brushing her lips and grinned down at the helpless salesgirl. "Yeah, don't you just love cock down your throat?"
"Uh, yes, sir, yes!" Pauline sobbed, her hand working his cock, her eyes full of tears.
"Then take it all in, bitch, all of it!" Eamon demanded, and he fucked his cock into her mouth again as the cat lashed into her thighs. Pauline's scream rang out and was instantly muffled by the full length of Eamon's prick ramming at her throat. His cock-head slammed in, filling her gagging mouth and he gripped her arm, pulling her hand away as his prick plunged deeper.
The cat whipped her pussy and Pauline screamed around Eamon's cock-head, her body trembling with horror and pain. Sweat broke out over her skin as Eamon's prick sank deeper, fully two thirds of the massive ten or eleven inches sunk past her trembling lips. He pulled back a bit and Pauline almost threw up. But the cat lashed in, beating more agonizing lines of pain into her pussy and thighs, and she had no time to throw up.
Eamon's cock rammed deeper, another inch of it fucking into her throat as she jerked under the beat of the cat. Her stretched thighs shook with agony, straining helplessly against the bonds that held her ankles. But Eamon didn't stop. He held his cock deep in her throat, then eased it back a little, allowing Pauline's screams of pain to burst out.
"Beg for it, you cunt!" Eamon demanded, sliding his cock over Pauline's soft, open lips.
"Aagghh!" Pauline screamed as Julia whipped her pussy hard, the cat lashing across her flesh with a sharp slap. "Yes, sir, yes, I want it, please! Let me suck your cock!"
"Yeaaaahhh!" Eamon roared, ramming his cock back into her suffering mouth. "Suck it, cunt! Use your tongue, your lips, suck it!"
His cock plunged deeper into her throat and only the pain of the cat stopped Pauline from throwing up.
Her whole body throbbed with pain. Her pussy felt as if it had been beaten to a pulp and her thrusting, beaten ass was now taking some of the blows, the crimson ass-flesh aching and trembling. She ran her tongue over Eamon's cock-shaft, sucking at the monster as hard as she could as his cock-head raped her throat, plunging deeper with each stroke. There was less than an inch of his prick outside her lips at the end of each long stroke he made-and she knew it would all soon be in, rammed to the limit in her spasming throat.
The cat whipped her and her scream was muffled on Eamon's plunging prick as it rammed deeper, his cock-hair brushing her lips. She wanted to die, but the pain made the cock-sucking easier. Without it she would have thrown up, she knew that. The cat whipped her pussy and her ass jerked up, her thighs opening as the heavy leather tails whipped her flesh.
"Yeah, come on, bitch! You got a lot to make up for!" Eamon growled, fucking his cock in Pauline's throat, working his cock-head deep and back. He twisted Pauline's nipples again, holding the crinkled buds, playing with her tits as he rammed his cock between her lips.
Julia was getting more and more excited as she whipped the helpless blonde. Her ass was sweeping back and forth and her free hand was working over the front of her tight black skirt, pushing the fabric into her pussy. Her eyes were alight and her arm was beating harder and faster into Pauline's stretched pussy.
"Come on, you bitchy little cunt!" she yelled, lashing the cat directly down into Pauline's stretched pussy, watching as the knotted tails lashed across the little white panties. "Suck him off! Give him a real good time!"
Pauline sobbed and wept, her hands gripping Eamon's thighs as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. She could feel his cock throbbing harder, swelling in her mouth. The cat beat into her pussy and she jerked again, her cunt aching with pain, her inner thighs as crimson as her ass.
Eamon laughed and took Pauline's hands, pushing them onto her tits in place of his. "Squeeze your tits, sweetheart!" he ordered. "I wanna see you do that as I come!"
He slid his cock back a little then forced it into her mouth again, ramming deep into her throat.
Pauline worked at her own tits, squeezing the soft tit-flesh, trying to please Eamon. She gasped as her throat took his cock and her pussy took another beat of the terrible cat. The pain rushed all over her, hot throbbing waves that churned in her body, surging through her. With it, a fire had started in her guts, seething deep there, burning as hot as the pain. It was doing strange things to her, but it also took away the gagging at the invasion of Eamon's cock.
As the cat lashed her again, her throat spasmed and took the last inch of his fucker, her lips pushed hard into his cock-hair. Her hands pulled at her nipples, twisting them hard as she jerked and writhed.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Earn on yelled. "Give it to her, Julia-I'm coming!" He heaved his cock at Pauline's mouth, then pulled it back until his cock-head was out of her throat and in the back of her mouth for a moment. "Yeahhh!"
Pauline spasmed in horror for a moment. Eamon was going to shoot all that terrible cum in her mouth! The cat whipped her pussy and ass, the strokes getting wilder as Julia's lust mounted. The tall, elegant policewoman was whipping Pauline with strokes that never stopped, beating the leather into her helpless victim's cunt, beating her pussy and inner thighs raw. Pauline's panties were whipped into her pussy until the outline of her cunt-lips could be seen through the thin material, not to mention the hard, throbbing bud of her clit.
Eamon leaned back and roared with lust, his prick pulsing in Pauline's mouth.
"Yeahhh, cunt! Take my cum, you bitch!" he yelled.
Pauline's screams were continuous as the whip lashed her pussy and her throat spasmed around the pulsating head of Eamon's prick. The thick round cock-head jerked and throbbed and suddenly shot a stream of hot cum right down her throat. She felt the disgusting cock-cream running down her throat and her scream bubbled as she twisted her nipples even harder in the terrible spasms of shame, pain and disgust that swept over her.
"Oooh, whip her, Julia, whip her! I wanna see her suffer!" Eamon yelled as his cum poured out into Pauline's throat. His balls heaved as he shot another wad of spunk, his cock-head creaming out the hot slime in massive spurts. "Work your tits, whore-face, work your tits!"
Pauline's wails of pain were all lost in the surging spasms that racked her. The beating of the cat on her pussy was sending more strange pulses out of her whipped flesh and into her guts where it churned and burst into fireballs of agonizing passion she'd never felt before.
She gagged on Eamon's cum, but he pulled back, pumping more jizz into her mouth. She tasted the sticky cum on her tongue for the first time.
It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Sticky, salty, creamy, the cum ran over her tongue and she swallowed it. Her pussy shuddered as the whip lashed down, her thighs spreading as the leather beat more agony into her flesh. She twisted her nipples, pulling at her tits for him, knowing he wanted her to hurt even more. Her nipples burned with pain, but they throbbed as well with the same pulses that burned in her guts. She twisted again as Eamon shot more cum over her tongue, plunging his cock into her throat again for a moment.
"Yeah, work your tits!" Eamon yelled, holding his cock as he pulled it back and hosed a stream of cum all over Pauline's wide, soft lips. "Lick it up, bitch! Lick it up, beg for it!" His cock jerked and another stream of jism gushed over Pauline's mouth.
Her screams burst out at full force without the vast stopper in her throat. Her legs trembled as she heaved to the beat of the cat. Her fingers twisted her nipples for Eamon, and the tight little buds throbbed with pain and that dark passion she'd never known before. She licked at the cum pouring over her lips, strings of white cock-cream stretching between her lips as her tongue flicked through and licked it off. The sticky stuff clung to her tongue and lips, washing off slowly in the increased stream of her saliva. Julia gasped, her arm lashing the cat down into Pauline's pussy, her eyes on the red, heaving ass-flesh. She pushed the front of her skirt into her pussy and gave a low moan of pleasure as she rubbed the wet material of her panties into her cunt. Her tits heaved inside the tight white shirt as she lashed Pauline harder, her arm almost blurring with the force of her blows.
Eamon roared and pumped another gush of cum over Pauline's mouth, his eyes devouring the helpless blonde's figure as she heaved under the beat of the whip and licked at his pulses of hot fuck-juice.
"Lick it up, you piece of prick-bait!'* he yelled, reveling in Pauline's suffering. He slid his cock back into her mouth, running it through the gobs of cum on her lips, letting it streak his prick-shaft as it rammed in. "Suck me, biiitch!"
He was at the peak of his orgasmic release, his cock still gushing cum into Pauline's mouth. He held it there, letting the last spurts of his spunk pour out over Pauline's tongue while he watched the helpless blonde pulling at her own nipple.
Pauline's head throbbed and spun as the cat lashed her pussy, and she lurched up, taking the blow that burned into her flesh. Her fingers spasmed around her nipples and she gave a terrible scream as something inside her exploded and broke. She dropped, went limp, the pain in her whole body dropping away to a deep, low, burning throb. The cat lashed her pussy, but she hardly jerked at the blow. Her fingers fell away from her nipples and she lay there, even her stretched legs relaxed as she sucked the last oozings of cum from Eamon's cock.
The cat stopped and her body stayed still, low moans escaping her lips as she licked and sucked at Eamon's still-jerking cock. Cum continued to ooze from his piss-slit and she licked it up, taking off the gobs of cock-juice that still clung to his cock-head.
Eamon chuckled and grinned at Julia. "Not bad, lady," he said. "Now I bet you want some."
"Yeah," Julia grinned, her legs spread wide. "This cunt turns me on, you know that?"
"I'd never have guessed," he chuckled, slithering his cock from Pauline's lips. "Okay, bitch, now we got another treat for you."
Chapter Three
Julia released Pauline and the sobbing blonde rolled onto the floor, crying her heart out. She crouched there, rubbing her whipped ass and pussy, trying to get the pain to go away. But it didn't. The throb and ache in her whipped flesh was just as bad and, what was worse, she could really feel the streaks and welts in her skin where the whip and cane had landed. Her ass-flesh trembled as she rubbed it and, mingling with the agony was a deep, seething passion that came out of the contact. The passion was very low-it hardly registered under the pain-but it was there.
"On your knees!" Julia snapped.
Pauline crawled up, tears blurring her eyes. Julia stood close, her legs spread wide, the cat in her hand.
"Come here!" she snarled. "Crawl!" Pauline gave a moan as she obeyed, crawling over to the terrible woman, her tits heaving with her sobbing. She crouched at Julia's feet, knowing Eamon's hard eyes were boring into her.
"Slide my skirt up," Julia said.
Pauline shivered from head to toe. She had been right. Julia was one of those women who liked other women. The thought of having to have sex with Julia made her stomach churn, but she could also see the cat in Julia's hand. Her hands trembled almost uncontrollably as she started to slide the tight black skirt up Julia's spread thighs.
The hem moved over Julia's black stockings, right to the top of them and the clips of her leather suspender straps. Pauline felt herself choking, but she pushed on the skirt and eased it on up over the creamy white flesh of Julia's thighs. Then the crotch of Julia's tight panties came into view, and Pauline shuddered all over.
She could smell the heat of Julia's arousal wafting through the thin material.
"Take my panties off," Julia said.
"Ohhh, no, please!" Pauline whispered as her fingers reached up under the skirt for the tops of Julia's panties. But she'd said too much.
"Over the desk!" Eamon snapped, the cane tapping in his hand.
Pauline twisted away, screaming in horror. "No, please, I didn't mean it, I . . ."
"That's two strokes," Eamon said while Julia pushed her skirt back over her stocking tops and smoothed it down.
"It'll be ten if you don't get your ass up there at once and beg for it!" she snarled.
Pauline almost passed out, but she was already turning, crawling towards the terrible desk, her head down, her whole body shaking.
"What did you do wrong?" Eamon asked, tapping her ass with the cane as she crawled.
"I must never say no," Pauline wept as she clawed up the side of the desk and slid along the polished surface.
"And you forgot something."
"I-I-I didn't say mistress and sir!"
"That's right," Eamon said as the trembling blonde salesgirl lay face-down on his desk, her legs spread, her whipped ass heaving out for more punishment. "Now, play with your pussy."
Pauline sobbed and moaned, but she did as she was told, moving her hand under her body, into her panties and down between her legs. She worked her fingers over her open pussy, rubbing her clit, knowing the two of them were watching her. It was the most horrible shame, but there was a deep tingling in her pussy as she rubbed it-almost as if knowing they were watching was exciting. Then the cane tapped her ass and she moaned with new horror. The cane tapped her ass again and she jerked, her fingers still playing with her pussy.
"You've got a choice, as usual," Eamon said. "You can tell us what a disgusting little bitch you are and beg us to correct you, or you can be tied down and get double that. Which is it? " Pauline gasped and pressed her mouth into the desk, knowing she could only do one thing, even though it was so horrible.
"P-please, sir and mistress, I've been so bad, so disgusting. Please correct, me. I deserve it!" "How many strokes should you get?" Eamon asked, tapping Pauline's crimson ass. Almost thoughtfully, he pushed the tip of the cane into a tear in Pauline's briefs and rasped it over her flesh, adding to her pain. "I don't know-whatever you think, sir!"
Pauline wept, her tears wetting his desk.
"Well, it's three for your mistakes," he said, "and then some more to get my cock really hard. You would want my cock to be really hard, wouldn't you?" He tapped Pauline's ass again.
"Uurrhh!" Pauline gurgled, rolling on the desk, her long legs shaking in her horror and disgust. But her fingers suddenly blurred on her pussy and spasms of deep, horrible pleasure rushed through her. "Yes, yes, sir! I want your cock to be really hard!"
"Good," Eamon said. "Now tell me how ready you are."
"Yes, yes, now, sir, I'm ready!" Pauline screeched, her fingers digging at her pussy.
She didn't notice that her fingers were now sliding on her pussy-juices and that the pleasure of the rubbing was spreading all over her body. But then she leaped and screamed as the cane cut into her ass. Her hand slid up over her ass in desperation, trying to protect it.
"Don't you dare stop rubbing your pussy!" Julia said, gripping Pauline's hair. "Put it back and beg for another stroke for being such a bitch!"
"Eeuugh!" Pauline gagged, pulling her hand back to her pussy and rubbing, trembling in instant excitement as the horrible passion surged out of her flesh again. "Please, give me another stroke, sir! I was so bad!" When the cane lashed her ass, she lurched, screaming in pain, but it wasn't as bad as before. It surged into her pussy, met the pleasure rushing out of there and the two sensations churned in her, sending her head spinning. The cane whipped her again and she screamed, jerking on the desk, her fingers blurring on her pussy.
Then Eamon was at her head, his cock sticking up like a pole, right at her face.
"Keep rubbing your cunt!" he demanded. "And take my cock. Tell me if it's hard enough."
Pauline reached out with trembling fingers and held his cock-shaft. It was as hard as iron and pulled against her hand as she eased it to her trembling lips. She licked his prick, wondering what she could say that was right. "Please, sir, I don't know," she sobbed. "You have to say if it's hard enough!" She worked her lips over it, hoping to please him and avoid more pain.
He let her work his rigid cock-flesh, let her suck at it for a while as he grinned down at her. "I think it'll be hard enough in a couple more strokes, right?"
"Oh! Yes, yes, sir!" Pauline wept in desperation, bracing herself for more pain.
She had been expecting Eamon to whip her, but the cat lashed her panties instantly, the tails only just missing her fingers as they worked her pussy. She screamed around Eamon's cock and sank her mouth deeper, feeling his prick tremble and swell between her lips. For a terrible moment, she thought Eamon was going to come again, but he didn't. The cat whipped her ass, her fingers blurred on her pussy and another strange tremor rushed over her as she lay on the desk, moaning with pain, her mouth stuffed with Eamon's prick.
"Yeah," he said, "that's hard enough. Now go and do what Julia orders. And don't fuck up again, little bitch, or I'll whip you, jerk off over your ass and then whip it until I'm hard again. Got that?"
"Yes, sir. I won't be bad," Pauline said, licking his prick in her desperation.
"Get up!" he snapped.
Pauline obeyed at once, still keeping her hand on her pussy in her panties. They had torn further and were barely clinging to her ass.
"Come here!" Julia snapped, standing where she had been before. "Crawl, shit-face!"
Pauline dropped to her knees at once, her fingers digging at her pussy. Moaning with horror, she crawled towards Julia as the dominatrix stood and waited for her.
She eased Julia's skirt up, over her white thighs and on until the hem was above Julia's tight panties.
"Take my panties off," Julia said. Pauline obeyed at once, putting the panties down over Julia's tight ass and down her thighs, revealing the black bush of her cuntal hair.
"Please, mistress," Pauline wept, "I can't get them any farther!" She pulled a tittle, but the panties were jammed on Julia's spread thighs.
"Tear them off!" Julia demanded, her eyes alight with lust.
Pauline sobbed and tried to pull at the tittle briefs. The material looked flimsy, but it held up well enough as she pulled at it.
"Do you know why I tike having my panties ripped off?" Julia asked, her strong body not moving at all as Pauline pulled at her tittle black underthings.
"No, mistress," Pauline said as she pulled in desperation, trying to rip the briefs apart.
"It really turns me on," Julia said, her tits heaving in the white shirt as if to prove what she was saying. "In fact, I can come if a tittle slave tears my panties off properly."
"Yes, mistress," Pauline whined, heaving as hard as she could on the material. It strained, but that was all.
"And, if they don't make me come, I punish the slave for tearing them," Julia said.
Pauline burst into more tears, for she had no idea how to make Julia come. She pulled at the panties harder. A seam tore a tittle.
"Tear them off now, or Eamon's gonna whip your ass until you do," Julia said.
"Ahhh!" Pauline screamed, ripping Julia's panties right through in one heave. She fell to the floor with them in her hand, gasping and weeping in shame and horror.
Julia just looked down at her and smiled. "I didn't come," she said coldly. "Come here!"
Pauline wanted to die. She was sure she was going to be whipped again. She crawled after Julia as the dominatrix walked to a chair and sat down. Grinning, Julia pulled her skirt up and spread her legs over the sides of the chair, pushing her dark pussy-mound out at Pauline.
"Suck it!" she said.
An hour before, Pauline would rather have died than suck another woman's pussy. But now she was just thankful she wasn't going to be beaten anymore. With a moan of submission, she crawled between Julia's open thighs and buried her mouth on the streaming wet gash of her cunt.
Above everything else, Pauline was horrified by Julia's arousal at her helplessness. The dark-haired policewoman gave a groan of lust and lurched up in the chair, gripping Pauline's head and ramming the blonde's mouth harder into her steaming cunt.
"Yeahhh, suck it, you little shit!" she gasped. Pauline moaned into the soaking wet flesh of Julia's cunt. The hot odor of a woman in heat was rubbed all over her face as she sucked and licked at the slippery cunt-flesh. Julia gave another groan and jerked up in the chair, her booted legs straining at the chair arms.
"Get your ass up!" Eamon demanded, spanking Pauline on her crimson ass-cheeks. Pauline screamed into Julia's cunt as she tried to stand up for him.
"Not that, you dumb cunt!" he snarled and pushed her back to her knees. "Take your panties off."
It was horribly difficult for Pauline, and she knew Eamon was taking a lot of pleasure in her humiliation. Her head was against Julia's cunt in the policewoman's iron grip, but she managed to reach back and slide her panties down over her whipped ass. Every time her fingers touched her flesh she moaned with the pain, but somehow she managed it and then getting them down to her knees was easy. After that she had to crunch her legs up painfully to get the panties off one leg, but Eamon didn't help her. She left it at that, her panties hanging around her left ankle.
"Okay, cunt!" Eamon snapped, spreading her thighs wide open. "Beg me to fuck you!"
"Please, sir, fuck me!" she screamed into Julia's pussy. She slid her hands around the tops of Julia's stockings, gripping tightly, bracing herself for the assault.
She felt the tip of Eamon's massive cock running into her pussy-slit, running up and down between her almost hairless cunt-lips.
"Yeah, bitch, you're getting wet," he said, rubbing his cock-head over her clit, moving it down to the tight entrance of her cunt. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, bitch! You stuck-up little cunt. I'll teach you to steal from my store!"
He pushed and his cock-head slid into Pauline's cunt, pushing the tight pussy-lips wide open.
Pauline gave a gasp of pain and shuddered, her mouth sucking harder on Julia's pussy.
"Hey," Eamon said, easing his cock back to the very entrance of her cunt, "you a virgin?"
"No, no!" Pauline wept. "No, sir, I'm not!" She ran her tongue over Julia's clit, moaning as Julia gurgled with pleasure and her fingers gripped tighter in Pauline's blonde hair.
"I didn't think so," Eamon said and slid his cock back into the tight hole of Pauline's fuck-channel. "If you lied to me, then God help you."
"No, I didn't lie, sir, I didn't!" Pauline moaned, her pussy-walls shuddering as Eamon heaved his cock harder at her fuck-hole.
"Yeah, nice and tight!" Eamon chuckled, pushing harder, ramming Pauline's face tighter against Julia's spread pussy. "Keep sucking, cunt! You don't know how pissed Julia gets if you don't bring her off!"
Pauline moaned, sucking harder at Julia's clit. Her eyes were buried in the folds of Julia's skirt, but she knew exactly what was going on, she could feel it. Her pussy-walls were shivering as Eamon's enormous cock shoved in, spreading them wide open.
He gave a grunt and heaved again, burying more than half of his cock-shaft in her cunt. "Yeaahhh!" he gasped, slapping the helpless blonde on the ass, getting a shriek of pain from her. "Fuck," he gasped at Julia, "don't you ever wish you had a cock to ram up these cunts?"
Julia sneered at him. "Fuck off," she laughed. "If you had a cunt, you wouldn't change!"
Eamon roared with delight and rammed his cock deeper into Pauline's trembling cunt. The little blonde screamed with pain, sucking harder at Julia's open cunt, her mouth spasming as she drew the hot cunt-folds in and rubbed them on her teeth in her desperation.
"Yeahhh!" Julia hissed, gripping Pauline's hair harder. "The little fucker's learning. Come on, cunt, suck me, suck my cunt!" She heaved at Pauline's mouth, her pussy slipping over the wailing blonde's mouth.
Pauline sobbed, her mouth working hard at Julia's steaming, wet pussy-flesh. She sucked the hot red cunt-flesh in, biting and nibbling at it, getting a scream of approval from Julia.
"Yeah, do it, whore! Bring me off and I might not whip you!" Julia rasped.
Pauline sucked harder, her tongue flicking over Julia's cunt, her teeth biting at the hard flesh of Julia's clit. The dominatrix moaned with pleasure, her fingers tightening in Pauline's hair.
Things were spinning for the helpless little blonde. Her pussy was throbbing and spasming as Eamon rammed his cock in balls-deep, reaming out her tight little fuck-hole. He pulled back, then slammed in again, filling her cunt, his hard cock-head rasping over her shuddering pussy-walls. He gripped Pauline's ass, fucking her with hard long strokes, his cock-shaft digging to the depths of her pussy. Pauline moaned and sucked, feeling her pussy throb under the assault. Eamon's balls slapped into her clit as his cock filled her cunt, and a tremble of pleasure rushed out of the contact.
"Yeahhh!" Eamon chuckled, churning his cock deep in Pauline's cunt. "I know what this little whore wants to do." He pulled his cock back until just his cock-head was inside Pauline's cunt and spanked her ass hard.
Pauline jerked and screamed as the pain rushed out of her crimson ass-cheeks. She moaned, her mouth sinking back onto Julia's cunt.
"You wanna rub your pussy, don't you, whore?" Eamon laughed, fucking his cock into Pauline's quivering cunt again.
Pauline sobbed and moaned, knowing she had to agree with everything they said. "Yes, please, sir, I want to rub my cunt!" she wailed.
"Then do it, you stupid asshole!" Eamon snapped, spanking her ass hard.
"Aagghhh! Yes sir, yes!" Pauline screamed, sliding a hand down between her legs and feeling for her pussy.
Eamon roared with lust and fucked his cock back into her cunt, reaming her spasming cunt-hole out with his hard prick-shaft. His balls slapped into Pauline's fingers, and she rubbed her clit, stroking her cunt-flesh as she sucked and suffered the monstrous rape by Eamon's fucker.
"Go to it, cock-meat!" Julia yelled, heaving her pussy at Pauline's mouth. "Yeahhh, bite me harder, whore, harder!"
Pauline screamed and chewed at Julia's pussy-flesh, taking it deep between her front teeth and biting hard, rolling the throbbing flesh around. Her fingers dug at her own pussy, and she could feel Eamon's cock fucking in and out of her cunt as she worked her clit.
Her pussy-walls were spasming around Eamon's cock, and the shudders of passion surged higher. Pauline was losing control of herself, her head spinning into a mist of fuck-lust that swirled her helplessly around. Eamon's cock slammed into her cunt and the throbbing fuck-rod drove more churning spasms of lust out of the little blonde. She was screaming and biting, sucking cunt, heaving at the massive prick that skewered her cunt, her pussy-walls pouring juices all over the invading prick-shaft.
"Yes, yes, ahhh!" Julia screamed as she climaxed, her pussy jerking at Pauline's mouth. "Suck me, bite me, bitch! Make me come, make your mistress commme!" Her fingers rolled and gripped in Pauline's blonde hair, pulling her mouth harder onto the steaming, heaving pit of her cunt.
As Julia's fingers slammed her face over the wet gash of her cunt, Pauline's fingers worked harder in her own spasming clit, her pussy throbbing with the ramming fuck she suffered from Eamon's enormous cock. The pain was all gone, except in her ass as his body slammed into it at the peak of his cock-thrusts. But even that pain was blending into the raging passion building in the little blonde. She couldn't help herself. She screamed with lust, digging her fingers deeper, even ramming a couple of them into her cunt along with Eamon's enormous fuck-rod. She helplessly worked her other hand down, rubbing her clit while she finger-fucked herself, gripping Eamon's prick, her fingers running in and out of her shuddering fuck-hole along with his cock.
"Fuuuck!" he roared, ramming his fucker into her pussy. "Jeez, she's gonna bring me off again, fuuuck! Jeez, uurrhh! Shit!"
He lost all control, his cock slamming in and out of Pauline's cunt while her fingers gripped his cock-shaft.
"Ohhh, fuck, Eamon, this one might be somethin' else!" Julia cried, quivering all over as she came. "Bite me, bitch bite meeee!"
She came again, rolling in the chair, her boots heaving and jerking on the chair arms.
Pauline screamed, her fingers blurring on her clit, her pussy throbbing as it was fucked by Eamon's massive cock and her own trembling fingers. Her cunt tightened on the heaving fuck-rod and a sensation she had never known before exploded from her pussy. It churned deep, building on the pulsating lust and pain she felt, then surged, growing until it exploded, bursting in her cunt like a fire bomb.
Her scream erupted from around Julia's cunt as she climaxed, her own pussy heaving and sucking at Eamon's cock.
"Fuck, she's coming!" Eamon roared, his cock trembling and swelling deep in Pauline's pussy. "Fuuuck, bitch! You cunt!" He spanked Pauline's ass, getting a scream from the blonde as she sucked harder at Julia's throbbing cunt. "Biiitch!"
Eamon bellowed and jerked as cum erupted up his cock-shaft, heading right for Pauline's trembling pussy. He yelled, heaving her knees off the carpet as he shot, gushing hot streams of jizz into her spasming fuck-hole.
Pauline's climaxes burst out higher, like shells bursting in her guts. Her whole body shuddered, her cunt sucking at the cock shooting cum deep in her fuck-hole. Her pussy-walls tightened and sucked at Eamon's fucker in spasms that were out of control. Her fingers gripped Eamon's shooting cock-shaft, her shudders of passion bringing more gushing wads of cum from his cock. She screamed and came again, jerking back at him, cum running over her fingers as they milked his prick.
"Ohhh, shit, I could fuck this bitch all night!" Eamon roared, pumping his cock into Pauline's cunt, his piss-slit shooting streams of fuck-juice into her spasming cunt-hole.
He roared as her clutching fingers brought him off harder, his cum splattering all over her pussy-walls. He gasped and slapped Pauline's heaving, sore ass-cheeks hard with each gush of cum. But by now the little blonde was beyond pain and just heaved back at him harder, her cunt sucking like a pump at his cock.
Pauline rammed her mouth into Julia's cunt, twisting her teeth and lips, sucking and biting for all she was worth. Her climaxes built up, shattering her as she felt Julia give a series of terrrible jerks at her mouth. The dark-haired dominatrix was screaming and lurching until she gave a final yell and fell back into the chair, her police jacket wrinkled, her shirt out of her skirt waistband.
But still Eamon was pouring cum into Pauline's cunt, his hand beating her ass, sending spasms of hot, painful orgasms over the helpless little blonde. She jerked up, heaving at his cock as she felt the stream of jism slow, the once-gushing shots of cum just oozing from his cock now.
"Come on, bitch, finish!" he roared, slapping her ass, his hand beating in painfully.
Pauline gave a scream and soared over another crest of her orgasm, but his cock-thrusts slowed as his supply of jism gave out. He snarled, slapping her once more, but then stopping, holding his cock in her cunt as she moaned, her ass circling as she came down painfully.
Pauline had no idea what had happened to her. Vaguely, she knew she had come, but that was all.
She sobbed and ran her mouth over Julia's cunt as Eamon's cock stayed in her cummy cunt, moving a little. Her pussy-walls were still throbbing, her whole body burning despite the awful satisfaction she felt.
Eamon grinned at Julia. "Fuck," he said, "she's gonna be a handful."
He pulled his cock out of Pauline's cunt and the blonde groaned, sinking down, her whipped ass heaving a little.
Julia grinned back at him. "Isn't that what you've always wanted?" she asked, pushing Pauline's head back.
She swung her legs over the chair arm and stood up, heaving Pauline back onto the carpet.
Pauline lay there, moaning and weeping, bitterly ashamed and wondering what had happened to her. She rolled onto her stomach and rubbed her ass, the awful, demanding passion seething in her crimson flesh.
Julia slid her skirt back down. "Don't worry, we'll tame her," she said.
Chapter Four
"Get up!" Julia snapped at Pauline.
The still-sobbing blonde crawled upright, almost staggering to her feet. Her panties finally fell off her foot and onto the carpet.
Pauline looked at her two persecutors. Eamon leaned back in his seat at the desk as if nothing had happened, and Julia rearranged her tight police uniform, making sure the jacket fit properly over the shirt.
"Come with me," Julia said as she picked up the cane.
She led the shivering salesgirl out of the back door of Eamon's office, along a corridor a short way and into the executive bathroom.
"Clean yourself up," she ordered.
The executive bathroom was a place Pauline could never have dreamed of entering before, and now she was there. But that didn't help her much. She went over to the toilet bowl and then looked around to see that Julia was still standing there. Pauline needed to piss, but she couldn't with the terrible dominatrix there.
"Please, mistress, would you let me alone?" she begged. "I can't do it with you there."
"Bullshit!" Julia said sharply. "Now get on there and piss or shit, or whatever you need to do. Or I could use this."
The cane tapped in her hand, and Pauline knew she would have to degrade herself further. She sat on the toilet and finally managed to piss into it while Julia stared idly at her. Pauline wiped herself off and got up.
"Wash your cunt out," Julia said, pointing to the luxurious sink. "Most men don't like fucking a cunt with cum on it."
Pauline stifled a moan as Julia said that. She now knew that she was going to be raped again, and wondered rather desperately who was going to do it. She washed her pussy as well as she could, weeping as Julia made her push her fingers inside to make sure all the cum was out.
Julia was only doing it to humiliate her, but that didn't help Pauline.
"Brush your hair, make yourself look decent," Julia said. "Wash your face. Come on, bitch!"
Hurriedly, Pauline did as she was told, washing her face, brushing her lovely blonde hair into some kind of order until it flowed over her shoulders.
"Not bad. Now come here," Julia said, tapping the cane in her hand.
She led Pauline back to the office where Eamon still sat in his chair, looking at some reports.
"Now, how to dress you," Julia said, looking Pauline up and down. "Get the remains of those tights off, for a start."
Pauline pulled her shoes off, and then the feet of her ripped pantyhose. She stood naked, waiting for Julia's orders.
"Hmmm," Julia murmured. "Something simple, right, Eamon?"
"Yeah, you aren't dealing with sophisticated fuckers," he chuckled. "They like it rough and raw-you know that."
Pauline shivered and gasped, terror rushing through her. Who liked it rough and raw? Her heart beat harder and she shivered again.
Julia pulled a suitcase out from against the wall and dumped the contents on the floor. Out tumbled endless little sexy outfits-shoes, whips, handcuffs and other terrible paraphernalia. Julia pulled out a pair of red mesh stockings and tossed them to Pauline.
"Put them on," she said.
Pauline slid the stockings up her lovely legs, then clipped them to the straps of the matching suspender belt Julia tossed her. Pauline was painfully aware that Eamon was looking at her again, his eyes starting to burn with new lust. She tried to make her movements as un-sexy as possible, but it was difficult as she pulled the stockings on and clipped them in place. Then came a little red slip and a tiny pair of panties that were nothing more than a string in the crack of her ass and a tiny triangle of semi-transparent red material over her pussy. Julia made her put on a pair of open five-inch heels that were just too tight for her after that, and Pauline stood uncomfortably as the terrible dominatrix slipped a thick leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to the metal ring in it.
"What do you think, Eamon?" she asked.
He ran his eyes over Pauline and the little blonde shivered, hating his lewd stare. But, at the same time, there was a stirring of pride. Eamon had shot his cum in her twice, and he still wanted to fuck her. It was a strange moment for the salesgirl. She gasped in the collar, finding it suddenly tighter than before.
"Not half fuckin' bad," Eamon laughed. "Don't be too long with her. I'm getting horny again."
Julia chuckled. "You'll be horny until they start dropping earth on you," she said, taking hold of the chain. "Come on, you little cunt, you've got some men to fuck!" She jerked on the chain and pulled Pauline toward the door.
Pauline was shivering and shaking as she was led out of Eamon's office and into the dark store. Only a few night lights burned, leaving dark shadows around the racks, counters and displays. Pauline kept her eyes down, wondering where they were going. She was painfully aware that the hem of the little slip flicked around her pussy, not even reaching to the tops of the red stockings she wore.
Julia led her through the floor and down the stairs, past the first floor and into the basement. Pauline began to get really terrified, her eyes blurring with tears. But she followed Julia meekly enough, terrified of the cane in the dominatrix's hand. They walked along between the sets of heating pipes. Then they came out into a clear area on one side of the pipes. Pauline instantly knew what was going to happen to her.
There, in the corner, was the maintenance office and a massive man sitting, reading a girly magazine.
He looked up as Julia led the shivering Pauline across the concrete floor, their high heels clicking. He grinned and stood up, his massive shoulders looking terrifying to Pauline, particularly in the tight, open necked shirt he wore. She could see an enormous cock-bulge in his jeans. His eyes ran up and down her lovely figure, concentrating on her tits as they swelled in the slip, and on her long stockinged legs in the high heels.
"Well, howdy, li'l miss," he rumbled, his chest heaving as he stared at the trembling Pauline. "Ya been a nasty little shit, huh?"
"Very bad, Ed," Julia said, pushing Pauline forward but keeping her grip on the chain. "Stealing, the works. Show him your ass, bitch."
Pauline almost burst into tears as she turned, showing Ed the crimson of her whipped ass.
"Bend down, you stupid cunt!" Julia snapped. "And pull that slip up. Show him, you dumb, shit-faced whore! Bitch!" She grabbed Pauline's hair, pulling her upright again. ''The only thing you exist for is to give men a good time. Got that?"
"Yes, mistress!" Pauline blurted, her scalp hurting.
"So, everything you do turns them on, or you get whipped. Got that?" Julia snarled.
"Yes, mistress!"
Julia flung her away, and Pauline nearly fell to the floor as her heels caught in the irregular concrete.
"Show him your ass, whore-face!"
Pauline turned and spread her legs, knowing that men liked that. She bent over, reaching back for the hem of her slip and easing it up over her crimson ass. She bent farther, her terrified eyes staring up at Julia.
"Like this, mistress?" she asked.
"Ask Ed," Julia said.
"Like this, sir?"
Ed gave a growl and walked up to the bent Pauline. The smell of grease, tobacco and sweat wafted over Pauline and she wanted to throw up. Ed ran his enormous, calloused hand over her ass and she jerked with the pain.
"Yeah," Ed rumbled, "this cunt's not bad, Julia. You did good!"
"I always do good, shit-face," Julia said. "I'll come back for her in half an hour." She unclipped the chain to Pauline's collar. "And leave her in decent condition. She's got more to do." She turned away and and paced away between the pipes, her heels clicking menacingly.
Pauline turned, suddenly terrified that Julia was leaving. She wanted to call out, but didn't dare. She turned, just in time for Ed's massive hand to slap her across the face. She screamed and fell, her hands breaking her fall to the concrete.
"On your knees, fuck-meat!" Ed growled, standing over her.
Pauline's head was ringing with pain as she crawled to her knees, her stockings tearing on the concrete. She waited, her head down, her terror surging until she was wet with sweat.
"Yeah," Ed said, "ya like real men to fuck ya-right, whore-meat?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" Pauline wept.
"Right!" Ed rumbled, standing over her, his legs spread. "Take my cock out!"
Pauline shook, fear churning in her guts as she reached up and pulled the zipper of Ed's jeans down. She reached inside and took hold of his cock, pulling at it.
She knew something was strange. His cock was massive and thick, but it was soft. She managed to pull his prick out of his pants, feeling the cock-meat hanging heavy in her hand.
"Ya know, they say I'm a pervert or somethin'," Ed chuckled, his chest heaving. "Ya know, I don't get it up easy. Ya know that?"
"Yes, sir, I understand. What do you want me to do?" Pauline whined, her terror getting higher with each moment.
Ed rumbled with laughter. "Hey, don't you worry, little cock-hole. Ya don't have to do nothin'!" He roared with laughter again. "Ya wanna know how I get it up?"
"Yes, please, sir, yes!" Pauline moaned.
"I'tie 'em to a pipe and tit-whip 'em!" Ed yelled, and his cock gave a sudden throb, the first sign of hardness creeping into it. "Then I fuck 'em. Fuck, it feels good!"
Pauline screamed and fell backwards onto the concrete, trying to crawl away from the big man who looked down at her and grinned. His limp prick hung halfway to his knees, and Pauline was out of her mind with horror at the thought of having that thing shoved up her little pussy. In a daze of terror, she crawled on the dirty floor, her slip dragging through a pool of oil, her stockings creasing and tearing.
Ed watched her, enjoying her terror. Slowly, he walked toward her, pacing, his massive cock swinging. He chuckled, his prick starting to rise a little as he watched Pauline's terrified face.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair and hauled her upright in one movement. Pauline screamed, her scalp aching terribly. She clung to his hand as he swung her around and dragged her back to his office. He slammed her into a corner. She hit hard and sank down to the floor, her head hurting.
"You stay the fuck there!" Ed growled, rummaging in the other corner.
He came out with lengths of rope and reached for her. But she stood up fast, trying to stop herself from getting pulled around by the hair again. He ignored her collar and grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her out into the main basement.
Pauline was weeping, but it didn't do her any good. He pulled her along to the wall, where a single, thick pipe ran close to the ceiling. Pauline wanted to beg him, promise him anything, but she knew it was only asking for more trouble. She hung her head as he lashed the rope around her wrists, winding it many times until she was bound almost to the elbow. He flung the other end around the pipe and hauled Pauline up by her hands until she screamed with the pain. Her feet dangled off the floor and the weight on her arms throbbed through her in waves of horrible pain.
But Ed wasn't finished. As Pauline's moans of pain rang around the basement, he lashed ropes to her ankles, wound the ends around two pipe stands nearby and hauled them out until Pauline was hanging from the one rope, her legs spread wide open, her feet off the floor. She wept, twisting and sobbing.
"Yeah!" Ed growled, unfastening his thick leather belt.
She turned her head away, sick and terrified, aching with pain. But she had longer to wait than she thought. After his belt came out, Ed stripped, showing more of his barrel chest and the rolling gut underneath it. He was exactly the kind of man that made Pauline sicker than any other, the enormous, dirty, running-to-seed macho kind. She wept constantly, her body racked with pain.
He threw his shirt aside and advanced on her. "Fuck, little whore, you're gonna be great!" he gasped and pulled the top of her slip down, revealing her luscious tit-mounds. "Oh, fuck, fuck, what tits!" He pawed them around, twisting her nipples until she wailed in pain. "Oh, fuck, I love whippin' tits!"
He abruptly ripped the little red slip to the waist in one heave of his hands.
Pauline lurched on the ropes and screamed in horror as he followed that up by ripping the little shoulder straps apart and throwing the tiny slip away. Ed stood back and surveyed her hanging, twisting body.
His huge cock was getting hard, but it also wasn't getting much bigger as it stiffened.
Pauline screamed as he reached for the belt and wound the buckle end around his fist, his eyes on her the whole time.
"Yeah, you thieving little cunt, you're gonna pay!" he growled, flicking the two feet of hanging belt around.
Pauline screamed, her eyes bugging out, her mind seething in desperate horror. She clung to the ropes, her lovely heaving tits aching with the expectation of pain.
Ed growled and flung the belt back behind his head. Pauline screamed again as she saw the thick leather lashing at her. Then she jerked on the ropes, screeching in pain as it lashed across her jutting tits.
"Yeahhhhh!" Ed yelled, yanking the thick leather back, whipping Pauline's tits hard, leaving broad patches of red against her white tit-flesh, bouncing her tits around as she screamed.
Pauline screeched in pain and horror, jerking as the belt whipped across her tits, thrashing horribly into her nipples. The pain of the beating wasn't as bad as the cane on her ass, but it was somehow even worse, more humiliating.
"Fuuuck! Yeah, shit-for-brains!" Ed yelled, whipping the thick leather belt across Pauline's heaving tit-mounds.
She shrieked and jerked, her tits reddening fast to a bright crimson, her nipples standing out hard and crinkled form the beating. Her terrified eyes stared at Ed's colossal cock, watching it swelling harder with each stroke of the belt.
"Fuck, whore-bitch!" Ed yelled, lashing the belt across Pauline's tits, then changing direction, whipping it right between her open thighs and into her pussy. "You want me to fuck you, whore-face?"
Pauline thrashed about on the ropes as the belt whipped right into her open cunt. The tiny little panties didn't protect her at all and the pain surged all over her body.
"Yes, yes, please fuck me!" she wailed.
"Yeah, bitch!" he yelled, whipping Pauline's cunt once more, then advancing on the helpless, bound blonde, his cock heaving out, hard and ready, a drop of pre-cum bobbing from the cock-tip.
Pauline moaned and turned her head away as the smell of oil, tobacco and sweat wafted over her. She felt the massive swelling head of Ed's cock pushing past the tiny triangle of her panties, rubbing against her clit.
"Fuck, bitch, you sure get wet!" he growled as he pushed.
Pauline lurched, heaving and wailing as his enormous cock-head pushed a little into her pussy. She hated herself, but there was no doubt she was wet and, what was worse, a strange tingling was rushing through her guts, shaking her helplessly. She screamed as Ed's cock jerked hard and fucked in, several inches of the massive cock-head filling her helpless little cunt. Her pussy-walls throbbed around the enormous fucker and her body spasmed as Ed pushed harder. Another three inches of cock rammed into her fuck-channel and the bound blonde screamed, her pussy stretched painfully with the invasion of cock-meat.
"Yeah, fuck, you got a tight cunt!" Ed growled, heaving again, his massive cock-lance ramming right into Pauline's pussy, filling her to the brim.
He roared with fuck-lust, reaching up, grabbing her tits, working them over with both hands. The hand that had the belt wound around it scraped the leather over her flesh and made her scream and writhe with the rushing pain, but it didn't stop him. He fucked his cock into her helpless cunt again, heaving her whole body up on the ropes.
"Fuck, you shit-faced whore, you got it comin'!" he yelled, jerking the bound Pauline around as he fucked her with harder and stronger cock-strokes.
Pauline sobbed and jerked around on the ropes, moving helplessly to the thrust of Ed's cock and the grip of his hands on her tits. His massive barrel chest heaved close to her, his prick thrust to the depths of her cunt, then pulled back to heave in again. Pauline's tits throbbed and ached as badly as her arms, and yet the thrust of Ed's cock was setting off harder tingles and throbs in her fuck-channel. She was running juices in gushing new streams and Ed's cock slid effortlessly in and out of her fuck-hole on the lubrication.
"Bitch, you fuck-bitch!" Ed yelled, his cock throbbing harder in her cunt. He leaned back and lashed the belt across her tits, beating them with horrible force.
Pauline screamed and her whole body twisted as the surging agony mingled with the lust burning in her cunt. Her cunt sucked harder at the invading prick, her tits heaved out and the belt whipped into them again, leaving another red stripe across her flesh. Her nipples throbbed as she screamed, tossing helplessly.
"Fuuuck!" Ed roared, lashing Pauline's tits with each stroke of his cock, his enormous fucker throbbing and swelling harder in her cunt. His arms swung and his ass jerked, slamming his fuck-rod deep into her sucking cunt-hole. "Yuurhhh, I'm gonna shoot, bitch!
Ohhh, fuck, yeah!"
His cock went out of control, his arm swinging back and forth, the belt lashing across Pauline's tits each time, back and forth, whipping her tit-flesh to a crimson mass of pain.
Pauline's screams ran off the walls. She jerked, her cunt sucking up and down the length of the invading prick, taking it all in as the horrible lust grew in her body.
His cock jerked, he bellowed in lust and Pauline felt pulsations rushing up his long, thick cock-shaft. The belt whipped into her nipples, and Ed's cock-head shot a stream of jizz into her pussy and the fire exploded in her guts.
"Yaaahhhhh, heeeelp!" she screamed, climaxing in terrible spasms of lust.
Her tits thrust out at the belt as it lashed in, and her pussy throbbed and spasmed around the invading cock, sucking another stream of hot cum out of Ed's jerking prick-head. She wailed, thrusting around on the ropes, coming in helpless surges of lust. Her pussy sucked at the cum-shooting cock, taking hot streams of spunk deep in her cunt. Ed's slamming cock mashed her fuck-juice into her trembling pussy-walls as he roared and fucked her, whipping the belt across her tits.
"Yeaaahhh, fuck-meat, fuck-meat!" Ed yelled, whipping Pauline's tits as he shot cum into her spasming cunt.
Pauline gurgled and gasped, her wide-open legs shivering as she rocked and heaved under the final assault of Ed's cock. She felt his cum-shots rush into her cunt, her depraved passion surging higher with each blow of the belt and each ramming fuck of his cock. She heaved around, screaming out of control, her lust taking over completely, her cunt filling with cum, oozing the cream down Ed's cock-shaft as he fucked her.
"Uuurrhhh, fuck, help me!" Pauline sobbed, jerking her tits at the belt as it lashed them, the pain exploding in horrible bursts of desire deep in her guts.
"Yeah, yeah!" Ed bellowed, giving Pauline's tits a final lash of the belt.
He groaned, heaving his cock up one last time and holding it there as the last drops of his cum oozed out of his piss-slit. Then he growled and slid his massive hunk of cock-meat out of Pauline's pussy. He stood in front of her, eyes glassy.
Pauline hung on the ropes, weeping and moaning, her body still twisting helplessly. Once again she had come, but not surged over the top into satisfaction. Her pussy-walls still throbbed, desperate for a cock to hold onto. Her burning tits throbbed like her ass had, needing the lash of pain to get her where she wanted to be. She burst into tears, the ache in her arms and legs coming back as her lust dropped away, burning back into almost nothing but pain.
"Fuck!" Ed said, pulling his shirt back on. "What's with you, cunt?"
He left Pauline hanging and weeping as he dressed, his cold gaze running over her writhing, helpless figure. Only when he'd zipped his jeans up did he pull the slip knots on her ankles and wrists, dropping her onto the concrete.
Pauline crouched and wept, her whole body aching with pain. She rubbed her tits, her ass and thighs where they had strained with being pulled so far open. She could feel that the little panties were soaking wet with a combination of cum and pussy-juices, and that made her feel worse.
She didn't know where Ed was. She assumed he was still standing above her, so she jerked as the cane tapped her shoulder.
It was Julia. "You made a fucking mess of your clothes," the dominatrix said.
"Please, mistress, he ripped them off me!" Pauline wept, desperately thankful that Julia was back.
"That's no excuse!" Julia snapped. "Now I've got to get you dressed again. Get up, you dumb bitch, and follow me."
Chapter Five
Julia clipped the chain back into the ring on Pauline's collar and led her back, through the basement and up to Eamon's office. Pauline followed submissively, her eyes down. She was becoming more and more aware of the tightness of the high heels she was forced to wear. Her feet hurt, but that wasn't the worst pain at all. Watching Julia carefully, she rubbed her tits where Ed's belt had lashed them. She hated the tall, strutting woman who led her without looking back, but there was something in Julia that Pauline had to submit to. She couldn't fight Julia, whatever the dominatrix did.
"Look at this," Julia said as she pulled Pauline back through the door of Eamon's office. "The bitch got all her clothes ripped."
Eamon got up, his eyes alight with lust as they ran over Pauline's almost-naked figure.
"Shit," he said, "you go to all the care to dress her up, and look what she does. Little cunt."
His cock pushed out at the front of his pants and Pauline knew at once that he was going to fuck her.
"Over the desk," Julia snapped, picking up one of the whips on the floor. "You gotta learn."
"But, mistress, he tore them off me! It wasn't me, honest! I'll do anything, but please ..."
"What did you say?" Julia stood with the whip, her cap down low over her eyes, her uniform tight, her tits pushing out of the front of the jacket.
"Please, mistress, I couldn't help it!" Pauline screamed, dropping to her knees and crawling to Julia. The chain jangled as she clutched at Julia's legs. She fell forward onto her face, sobbing her heart out.
"When do you talk?" Julia asked, pulling the single tail of the long leather whip through her fingers.
"W-when I'm spoken to, mistress!" Pauline sobbed. "But it's not fair! I didn't ..."
"And what are you doing now?" Julia asked.
And she lashed the tail of the whip across Pauline's back as she lay on the floor.
"Aagghhh!" Pauline wailed, jerking as the leather cut across her flesh. "Please, I'm sorry, mistress, I'm sorry, but it wasn't. . . aagghhh! Sorry, mistress!" She fell forward, sobbing at the second blow which whipped across her shoulders.
"Let's start again," Julia said, dropping the long plaited leather tail of the whip across Pauline's shivering ass. "Answer correctly and you don't get whipped. Do you ever say no?"
"No, mistress!" Pauline wept, shuddering with horror.
"When do you talk?"
"Only when I'm spoken to, mistress!"
"And you have broken both those rules, right?"
"Yes, mistress!"
"So, is there any reason at all that I shouldn't punish you?"
"No, mistress!" Pauline sobbed, still clutching at Julia's boot, sobbing helplessly at the terrible way they were turning everything against her.
"And is there any reason why I shouldn't punish you for tearing all your clothes?"
Pauline knew she was defeated. "No, mistress!" she sobbed.
"Better." Julia lifted the whip off Pauline's twitching ass. "Go and get on the dildo on the desk and beg for punishment, or I'll give you six with the cane and then ask you again."
Pauline crawled up, her eyes bleary, her stockings torn, the little panties almost hidden in the crack of her ass. She had no idea what Julia was talking about until she looked at the desk, then she gave a low moan of horror.
Fixed at the very edge of one corner was a massive rubber dildo. It was clipped on and had a rubber extension, a thick pad that ran where her clit would be when she fucked herself on the dildo. Pauline shuddered and wept, but she crawled to the desk, knowing Eamon's eyes were on her the whole time. She pulled herself up, the chain jangling as she moved and stood, legs spread, her pussy poised over the dildo.
Her blonde hair shook with the same despair as the rest of her as she looked down at the nine or so inches of thick, ribbed rubber she had to force up her cunt. The dildo moved as she pushed at it, and the rubber was slightly softer than a stiff cock would be, but that wasn't any consolation to the sobbing salesgirl. She stretched up on her toes, the heeled shoes hurting her even more now, and pulled the head of the dildo over her clit and down toward her quivering pussy-hole.
She moved forward, easing her thighs along the sides of the desk. She felt the massive thick rubber cock-knob reach her cunt. A low moan escaped through her shaking lips, more tears rushing from her eyes as she thought about pushing the massive fuck-shaft up her soft little pussy.
She heaved, her tits bobbing, and the dildo fucked into her pussy, stretching her cunt-walls, rubbing them as she moved up and down. Her whole body ached, but there were also tingles of passion rushing out of the contact of the rubber on her cunt and she gasped, hanging her head in shame. She pushed down and more of the dildo fucked into her cunt, filling her fuck-passage, the ribs of the dildo working her pussy-walls over as she moved.
Pauline moaned as she lunged again and almost the whole of the dildo sank into her soft fuck-hole. Her legs spasmed as she jerked up and down again, taking the rest of the rubber prick in her cunt, filling it to the limit with the thick rubber. She gave a gurgle of pain and lust, falling forward onto the desktop. She tried to stay still, but she couldn't. Her ass twitched and heaved as she fucked herself helplessly on the dildo, spasms of passion and pain churning in her guts.
Julia grabbed her ankles and Pauline turned, sobbing wildly. "But mistress, I ..."
"You what?" Julia snarled.
"Sorry, mistress, nothing," Pauline said, watching as the whip swung back, curled lazily through the air and lashed down at her ass. "I didn't. . . aaagghhh! Thank you, mistress, I was bad!"'
"You're learning" Julia said approvingly, bending down to take Pauline's ankle again.
Pauline lay on the desktop while they lashed her two ankles to the far legs of the desk and pulled the ropes as tightly as they could. Her legs were stretched out and up to the limit, but that wasn't what Pauline was sobbing about now. When the whip lashed her ass, she'd heaved down on the dildo in her pain. Her cunt had throbbed around the rubber cock and her clit had rubbed hard on the rubber mound at the base of the dildo. She was still heaving and groaning from the mixture of pain and lust that had surged over her, taking her breath away, leaving her weak and shivering.
She lay helplessly as Julia took the chain from her collar and pulled it out, wrapping it around the desk leg at the far corner from where she lay. Held by the neck and ankles, she lay on the polished wood, sobbing and wondering what they had in store for her.
"Beg me," Julia said from behind her, and the long tail of the whip cracked in the air over Pauline's head.
"Please, mistress, punish me!" Pauline sobbed, her face in a pool of her tears on the desk.
The whip cracked over her head once more and Pauline shuddered. But then it whipped into her ass and she jerked, screaming, her pussy slamming down on the dildo, her clit rubbing on the hard raised rubber base. Terrible spasms of agony and lust erupted from the contact. She fucked herself deeply on the dildo, her pussy throbbing around the thick rubber cock.
The whip cut into her ass and the bound blonde screamed again, jerking up and down, her long legs trembling in the remains of the red stockings, her ass heaving out of control as her pussy slammed up and down on the dildo. The mixture of her pussy-juices and Ed's cum in her cunt meant that the dildo moved easily over her shuddering pussy-walls and her clit slipped and rubbed on the rubber base, exciting her more with each lash of the whip.
Julia knew exactly how to play the screaming, wailing blonde. She swung the whip so that only the last few inches of the tail lashed into her ass, biting with exquisite pain, sending Pauline screaming and jerking at each blow, but yet whipping very little of her flesh.
Pauline wailed, her pussy spasming on the dildo, her ass lurching wildly as the whip cut into it. Her flesh throbbed and shuddered with pain, but the lust that roared out of her clit and pussy was more than a match for any pain. She heaved and screamed, knowing she was going to come very fast if Julia kept whipping her like that. And she knew that was exactly what Julia wanted to do.
Eamon loosened the chain around Pauline's neck and climbed onto the desk, keeping his grip on the chain. He had stripped, and his cock swung out like a massive skewer, pointed right at Pauline's face.
Pauline didn't have to be told what to do. Screaming with pain and lust, she grabbed at the enormous fucker, pulling it to her lips, sinking her mouth around it. He grunted, watching as she took his prick down her throat.
The enormous fucker filled Pauline's mouth and her lust surged higher. She screamed around Eamon's fuck-meat as the whip lashed her ass. Her pussy churned up the dildo and slammed down, ramming her clit against the wet rubber.
In a haze of passion, she came, her eyes streaming tears as she climaxed, heaving to the beat of the plaited leather tail.
"Yeahhh!" Eamon chuckled, staring at Pauline's lips as they stretched grossly around the base of his cock. "Tell me, little thief, how would you like that up your ass?"
Pauline climaxed again, shuddering as the whip lashed her ass. She moaned around the thick fuck-rod, sweat breaking out all over her body as she understood what Eamon had said.
Eamon pulled Pauline's head off his cock by her hair. "Well, whore?" he asked.
Pauline knew what she had to say, but she couldn't beg a man to do something as disgusting as fuck her ass. Suddenly, she was sure she knew the way out.
"Please, sir, let me suck you off. You like that, don't you?" she said as she tried to get at his cock again, her hands pulling at it, her neck straining against the chain.
Eamon chuckled, his cock bobbing at her lips as she screamed to another beat of the whip. "Sure, honey," he said, "suck me off. It's just that I'm gonna fuck your ass anyway, and you'll have to get me hard again. So you might as well beg for it now and save yourself some pain."
Pauline sobbed and screamed as the whip cut her ass and she knew she was beaten once more.
Whatever she tried, Julia and Eamon had the answer.
"Aaagghhh! Yes, please, sir, fuck my ass!" she wept, falling forward as he let her head go, spasming in another terrible orgasm as the whip thrashed her ass and her pussy shuddered around the thick dildo.
She clung to the desk, gyrating to the whip, coming helplessly every time Julia lashed the leather into her ass. She was lost, she knew, and they could do what they liked to her. She had never felt more depraved in her life.
The whip stopped and Pauline groaned, the chain around her collar rattling in as she moved. Her pussy pumped at the dildo and her clit rubbed on the hard rubber base, sending endless tremors of lust rushing through her.
Eamon gripped her whipped ass-cheeks and pulled them open, getting another scream from Pauline as more agony poured over her body. But, at the same time, her cunt was fucking on the dildo and the shudders of lust rushed over her. She lay and moaned, staring along the chain that ran across the desktop. She knew she could stand up now that it was loosened, but she also knew that the price of disobedience would be far more than she wanted to pay. She gasped, the collar tight and hot around her neck.
Eamon pulled the string of Pauline's panties to the side, and his cock-head pushed into the crack of her ass. She groaned, weeping as he moved his cock to her tight shit-hole. She was sure the agony of that penetration would be worse than anything she had suffered before. Eamon had lubricated his cock with something, and it slid easily in her ass-crack until it pushed right at the puckered entrance of her shitter.
"Fuck, she's a great piece of tail!" Eamon growled, nudging his cock at Pauline's ass.
Her ass tried to stop the horrible invasion, her ass-muscles spasming with the effort, but Eamon was far stronger than her shitter-muscles. His massive cock-head pushed into her shit-pit, fully an inch of it sliding past her ass-ring. She began screeching with pain, her whole body tense under the double-rape. Her pussy spasmed and clutched at the rubber cock while her ass throbbed in growing pain.
Eamon chuckled, letting his cock ease back a bit. He gripped Pauline's crimson, whipped ass-cheeks hard, pulling them wide apart. Then he fucked his cock into her ass again.
Pauline screamed, her body rocking, heaving on the desk. Her stretched legs jerked at the bonds and her ass exploded with pain as Eamon's massive cock rammed in, fucking deep into her ass-guts on the cream. His enormous thick prick rubbed over the ribs on the dildo and her clit rubbed over the rubber on the desktop. She groaned as the pain mingled once more with lust and rushed through her.
Sobbing bitterly, she gripped the chain and hid her face against the desktop, horrified and ashamed of her own weakness. For the thrusting of Eamon's cock in her ass-guts was already sending small explosions of passion through her. Each time his cock-shaft rubbed on the dildo in her cunt through the thin membrane separating them, more burning surges of pleasure rushed out of the pain. Her climax had ebbed as the whip stopped, but it was climbing again, every pulse of Eamon's cock and the dildo setting it off.
Julia climbed onto the desk and stood over Pauline, easing her skirt right up out of the way, her wet pussy-hair glinting in the light. She turned and knelt down, her boots on either side of Pauline's shoulders, her ass heaving at the blonde's face.
"Lick my ass, fuck-meat!" she ordered, taking hold of the chain to Pauline's collar, leaving it just a little slack.
Pauline gasped at the thought of putting her mouth on anybody's asshole. But Eamon gripped her hair and yanked her up, ramming his cock deep in her ass as he did it.
"You heard the lady!" he yelled. "Lick ass or get another beating, cunt!"
He slammed his cock in her ass and Pauline thought she would go out of her mind with the pain and lust. Her pussy and ass were tightening with each thrust of Eamon's massive fucker into her ass-guts and her clit was rubbing hard on the rubber base. She was going out of her mind, her passion and pain surging with each ramming fuck-stroke.
"Lick me, bitch, lick out my ass!" Julia demanded, pushing her ass back at Pauline's face.
Pauline stared for a moment longer at the deep crack of Julia's ass, at the crinkled hole she had to lick, and gave in. She plunged her mouth down on the woman's tight asshole, licking at it, tasting the earthy odor, shuddering with shame.
"Yeah, lick it, deeper, deeper!" Julia urged. "Suck my ass and tongue-fuck me, bitch-or I'll ram stuff up yours you wouldn't believe!" She kept plunging her ass over Pauline's face until the blonde was screaming.
But the double-fucking and the rubbing of her clit on the rubber prick broke down any resistance Pauline might have had. Eamon pulled hard on her hair, heaving her head back for Julia's hot ass.
Pauline's body shook and trembled as Eamon's cock rammed her ass-guts. She sobbed at Julia's asshole, her tongue running over the crinkled flesh, feeling it tremble and jerk. Julia screamed at her to lick deeper and suck, so Pauline probed with her tongue and felt it slide into the tight hole, which spasmed as she almost retched.
"Suck her ass! Yeah, suck her ass!" Eamon roared, his hips slamming Pauline into the dildo with each fuck-lunge of his cock. His ass swiveled as he churned his cock in Pauline's shit-hole, his massive fucker scraping over her ass-walls.
Pauline's mind was spinning. She lost all control as shudders of fuck-lust pulsed through her, overwhelming her last shreds of resistance. She sucked at Julia's ass, taking the outer ring of muscle into her mouth, probing deeper into the shit-pit with her tongue. As Eamon's cock fucked in her ass and the dildo plunged to the depths of her pussy, Pauline sucked at Julia's ass like a demon, tongue-fucking the dominatrix wildly.
"Urrhhh, yes, now that's not bad!" Julia gasped, thrusting back at Pauline's face, her ass throbbing with passion. Her uniform jacket swung lose, but her lovely tits were still firmly in her bra and shirt, heaving with each move of her body. "Yesss, make me come, little slave, and I won't whip you!"
Pauline didn't even hear her mistress now- she was beyond that. Her shit-pit was exploding with lust every time Eamon's cock plunged between her ass-cheeks. Her pussy throbbed and sucked at the dildo and her clit rubbed with frantic force and speed over the rubber base. Climax after climax burst in her body until she was gasping for breath, her mouth pulling in air around the shuddering cheeks of Julia's ass. Then she felt Eamon's cock jerk and throb, swelling in her tight shit-hole. She knew he was coming.
"Fuuuuck!" he roared, pulling hard on Pauline's hair, his cock going wild in her ass. "Your first ass-full of cum, bitch!"
His cum-load shot out of his balls and rushed up his cock-shaft, his ass churning as he pumped his cum into Pauline's ass-guts.
Pauline felt his hot jism gush out into her ass. She screamed into Julia's ass, jerking and shuddering as orgasms burst over her. She sucked harder at Julia's squirming shit-hole, fucking her tongue deep into the brown pit, licking around Julia's ass-walls, driving her mistress crazy.
"Not bad, bitch, do it, yesss!" Julia gasped as she came, her ass throbbing around Pauline's tongue, her body heaving back at the bound blonde.
Pauline moaned, her tongue deep in Julia's quivering asshole. As higher surges of lust pounded into her ass with the pulsing shots of Eamon's cum, she bit hard on the ring of muscle around Julia's asshole.
The dominatrix gave a scream of depraved lust and heaved in an incredible orgasm, panting, her boots scraping over the polished surface of the desk.
"Aaagghhh, fuck, yesss!" she wailed, coming in a screaming crest of orgasm. She heaved at Pauline's mouth, her ass exploding with lust. "Bite me, bitch, yeahhh, bite meee!"
Pauline bit harder, her teeth chewing on Julia's ass as the brunette came and spasmed, her ass-cheeks tight on Pauline's face. And all the time, Pauline's own orgasm ripped through her guts with every heave of Eamon's cock and the dildo in her twin fuck-holes.
"Yessss, yes, yes!" Julia screamed as she rolled over the crest of her orgasm. She jerked, pulling her ass out from between Pauline's teeth. "Shit, maybe you are gonna be difficult!" She rubbed her asshole, easing the throbbing flesh as her orgasm faded.
But Pauline's screaming climax was still at full power. She jerked her ass back at Eamon's cock, taking it deep in her ass-guts as another stream of hot fuck-juice poured out of it.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, her body pulsing, her pussy rubbing on the rubber cock with frantic strokes.
Eamon roared, gripping Pauline's blonde hair hard, his pumping cock unloading another stream of jizz in her shit-pit.
"Fuck it, this whore can't get enough!" he yelled, his stream of spunk gushing out slower.
Pauline's screams of climax went on and her body jerked to even more powerful spasms. He rammed his cock into her ass and held it there as his cum oozed out and his balls ached with the release. Then he let go of her hair, keeping his still-hard cock deep in her cum-filled asshole.
Pauline gasped and fell to the desk again, her bleary eyes staring along the chain that snaked across the desk and over the side. Her body spasmed and heaved at the cocks buried in her cunt and ass, sending more pulses of lust through her. But they weren't enough. She needed more to keep coming. Moaning and sobbing, she fucked the dildo as Eamon began to ease his cock out of her shit-pit, but still the pulses of climax faded. She mewled and wept, rubbing her clit on the hard rubber base, but even that wasn't enough. The spasms of passion were low and fading. Her ass-cheeks tightened, her ass-ring gripping at Eamon's cock as it pulled out, but she couldn't hold it in.
Julia stood by the desk as the moaning blonde fucked her pussy on the rubber prick. Julia tucked her shirt back into her skirt waistband before she smoothed that down and rearranged her jacket.
"Time to get dressed again," she said. "You've got some more men to fuck."
Chapter Six
Pauline came back from the bathroom with her ass aching not only from Eamon's cock, but also from the enema Julia had given her, to clean all the cum out of her asshole. The nozzle hadn't hurt that much, but the water pressure had made her guts ache and the release had been painful, the mixture of water, shit and cum gushing into the toilet. She'd wept with shame and received two lashes on her ass for that. Now she stared at the floor as she waited for what Julia had in mind next.
Julia unclipped the chain and pushed her toward Eamon. Eamon grinned from his desk at the shaking blonde.
"Put these on," he said.
Pauline's head jerked up. On his desk were some white clothes. She had no idea what all of them were. Submissively, her ass burning and aching, she walked up to the desk and looked at the two piles of little nothings.
"Those," Eamon said, pointing to the pile on the left.
As Pauline started pulling on the white mesh stockings, she noticed that Julia was stripping, easing her blouse off to reveal the curves of her luscious tits in the tight bra she wore. Despite herself, Pauline watched as the full curves of Julia's figure were revealed. The swell of Julia's tits was matched by the tightness of her waist and the shapely curves of her ass and thighs that eased into view as the dominatrix slipped off her skirt.
Pauline trembled with a strange desire as she saw the dark, trimmed bush of Julia's pussy. Trying to look away, Pauline pulled the second stocking on and then slipped the white suspender belt around her waist, clipping the stockings to the lacy straps. She reached for the little panties, but her eyes moved helplessly back to Julia's figure as the dominatrix picked up a white coat that lay on the second pile of clothes.
"What's wrong, bitch?" Julia asked, seeing Pauline's eyes on her.
"N-nothing, mistress," Pauline said.
"Do you like my tits?" Julia asked, swinging around to face Pauline.
"Y-yes, mistress," Pauline moaned.
Julia pulled her bra down, revealing the full beauty of her swelling tit-globes. They were lovely, melon-like mounds, swinging a little apart on her rib cage, the areolas dark, the nipples tight little swollen buds.
"If you like them, come and kiss them," Julia said, her tits heaving as she became a little breathless.
Pauline felt a terrible surge of passion sweep over her as she went to the demanding brunette. Her pussy was getting wet and that shamed her, but anything was better than getting another whipping. She bent down a little and kissed Julia's nipples, moving her mouth from one to the other, making sure her lips were closed.
"Kiss my tits, whore-properly!" Julia hissed, pushing her nipples at the helpless blonde.
Pauline gave a low sob, but she opened her mouth and sucked Julia's nipple in, flicking her tongue over it. Instantly, Julia gave a hiss of pleasure and held Pauline's mouth to her tits, gripping her hair tightly.
"Better, whore. Now do a good job on it," she demanded.
Across the desk, Eamon grinned and leaned back as he watched the moaning Pauline suck and lick at Julia's nipples, moving her head from one tit to the other every time Julia pulled at her hair.
"You like kissing my tits?" Julia demanded, heaving her tit-mounds at Pauline's face.
"Yes, mistress, yes!" Pauline gasped, her voice muffled by Julia's tits.
"Want to caress my pussy too?" Julia hissed, sliding her boots out on the carpet.
"Yes, mistress, yes!" Pauline sobbed.
She moved her hand down at once, between the sides of the white uniform coat Julia wore, her fingers running to the hot slit of Julia's cunt. Julia's pussy-juices were running freely and Pauline's fingers got wet. She moaned, breathless in the collar that always seemed to get tighter as her passion rose.
"Mmmmmnnn!" Julia purred. "Now bite my nipples a bit."
Pauline gave a sob of horror as she sucked Julia's nipple between her front teeth and gently sawed on the bud, gripping tighter as Julia moaned and heaved her tit at her mouth.
"Yeah, good, you're learning!" Julia gasped, her thighs trembling under Pauline's caresses. "Now do it right, bitch-bring me off just right!"
Pauline felt helpless, for she had no idea how Julia wanted it, how tightly she had to bite, how fast she had to caress the brunette's pussy. Her head spun and she gave herself up for lost. She knew she would get it wrong and Julia would whip her, so why try? She moaned and sawed her teeth on Julia's nipple, matching the strength of her biting to the thrust of Julia's tit at her mouth.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" Julia hissed, her pussy jerking at Pauline's hand, her tits heaving with passion.
Through the cloud of horror seething in Pauline's head, she suddenly realized that she did know how Julia wanted it. In fact, she knew exactly how to please the terrifying dominatrix. She shuddered with excitement, caressing Julia's clit, her teeth grazing the nipple in her mouth with exactly the pressure Julia demanded.
Julia gave a groan of pleasure, her thighs shaking, her tits shaking as the lust poured over her, seething in her guts.
"Yessss, yessss, yesssss!" the chestnut-haired dominatrix screamed and climaxed, her pussy running warm juices all over Pauline's fingers, her tits throbbing as they rammed into the little blonde's mouth. Screaming with delight, Julia pulled her one tit away from Pauline's face and crushed her other tit in. "Fuck it, bitch, you might do it, you miiiight . . . aaahhh, yesssss!"
She spasmed and came, her whole body trembling. She gave a final gasp and pulled Pauline's mouth from her tit. Then she suddenly kissed Pauline on the lips.
Pauline shuddered for a second at the passion in the kiss, then surrendered to it, opening her mouth, pulling into Julia as the dominatrix held her tightly, kissing her hard, her tongue flicking in Pauline's mouth. Everything in Pauline went weak and buttery. Her terror of Julia was still at full strength, but she was also helpless in the grip of the perverse passion the woman gave to her. Her pussy trembled, running juices, pushing at Julia's thighs.
Finally Julia pulled Pauline's head back and stared into her eyes. Pauline tried to avoid the stare, but she couldn't. Julia's eyes were alight with lewd lust, but also with something else Pauline had never seen before-a passion that seemed to make her want to eat Pauline alive.
"Shit!" Julia gasped. "Now, you get dressed, bitch-and don't get cute with me, got that?"
"Yes, mistress, I won't," Pauline moaned, wondering what was going on.
She put on the little white bra, quarter cup, hardly covering her tits at all. It matched her panties, and she could see that Eamon's eyes were all over her as she picked up the little white dress and looked at it. It was clearly meant to be tight on her. There was a zipper right down in front and a wide red belt at the waist. She slid it on, zipped it up and clipped the belt closed. Finally she put on the tight, white, six-inch heels and put the little cap on her head.
Only then did Pauline see that she was dressed in a sort of fantasy nurse's costume. The tight little dress barely covered her bra at the top and stopped just short of her stocking tops at the hem. It showed every curve of her wonderful body, even more where her luscious, red whipped tits billowed out of the top. The contrast of the red of her flesh and the white of the dress was very exciting to Eamon.
She looked at Julia and saw that she was also dressed like a nurse, only different. Julia still had on her black boots and stockings, but wore a white coat that almost reached to her knees. She looked very severe in the straight white coat.
Julia clipped the chain back onto Pauline's collar and pulled on it.
"See you later," she said to Eamon as she led Pauline out.
Pauline wondered and shivered as she was led through the deserted, dark store. Julia strutted ahead, holding the chain and the single-tailed whip. The terror still burned in Pauline, but there was also a terrible excitement churning through her. Her pussy trembled and throbbed, for she knew she was going to get fucked again. She wanted to ask Julia where they were going, but knew she couldn't.
Julia led her to the main floor and across it to the night security station, and Pauline finally understood. There were two night guards, and She knew she was going to be thrown to them. She shook with fear, but still couldn't stop the trembling excitement that surged in her pussy.
It made her horribly ashamed. More men had fucked her tonight than in the whole of the rest of her life-and she was getting excited by the horrible, bestial treatment.
Julia turned and pulled Pauline to her. "You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress," Pauline said.
"Good." Julia ran her hand over Pauline's tits and the little blonde moaned with arousal. "If you wanna please me, then you do everything properly," she said. "If you're really good, you might earn some bonus points. You'd like to earn some bonus points, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes, mistress!" Pauline gasped as Julia's fingers brushed her nipples.
"Then earn them," Julia said. "You know how to do it."
Pauline wasn't sure she did, but she followed meekly as Julia pulled her to the door of the security station and opened it. The smell of tobacco and beer came out, and Julia pulled Pauline in behind her.
The two security guards were in the room, sitting, smoking, drinking beer and watching a porno movie on the television. Pauline glanced at it. A girl was on her knees, sucking a guy's cock, taking it deep into her throat.
"Well, boys, enjoying yourselves?" Julia said, unclipping the chain and pushing Pauline forward a little.
The men grinned and looked Pauline over. One of them was in his forties, big, muscular, balding, just about to run to fat. The younger man was fair-haired, about medium height, with blue eyes. He grinned a little uncertainly as he looked Pauline over.
Pauline could see the thick bulges of the men's cocks in their pants, hard from watching the movie. Those cocks were going to fuck her. "My trainee nurse is here to test your sexual responses," Julia said, picking up a note pad and sitting in a chair. "So strip. She can't do the research if you're dressed."
The older guard grinned. "Okay, Julia," he said, "You sure get 'em for us."
"Of course I do," Julia said, making a note on her pad. "Now, strip."
The younger man was uncomfortable and didn't move. He just eased his cock in his pants and Pauline could see that it was softening in his uneasiness.
"You want pussy?" the older man snapped. "If you don't want it, leave. I'll have your share." He was already pulling his jacket off.
The younger man took another look at Pauline and pulled his jacket off, too.
Pauline looked at the video, watching with surging excitement as the girl took the cock out of her mouth, working the cock-shaft in her hands. A stream of cum shot put of it and gushed all over her face. Pauline's pussy was drooling and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching down and rubbing her cunt.
The girl on the screen shrieked as she was grabbed by two more men and thrown facedown over a sofa. Greedily, she sucked another cock into her mouth while the second man rammed his cock up her pussy.
"Good," Julia said, jotting another note on her pad. "Now my nurse will see how quickly you respond to sexual stimuli. Nurse, get their cocks hard, but don't touch them."
Pauline jerked a little and her gaze went to the two guards, standing, waiting for her. Their cocks had gone down as they stripped, particularly the younger man's. He still didn't look very comfortable. A flush of shame rushed over her. She had to get them excited so that they'd fuck her.
Trembling with disgust, shame and horrible excitement, she took a step toward the guards in her six-inch heels and slid her hands down the front of her little uniform dress, pushing it between her spread thighs. She knew her legs were pushed into even more wonderful shapes by the high heels, and she saw both men's cocks jerk.
Her throat was dry as she spread her thighs even wider, her fingers pushing the dress into her pussy, showing even more of her thighs.
"Good," Julia said, her tight uniform coat falling open a little, showing more of her thighs.
Pauline felt a rush of new arousal as she eased her dress hem up, showing the two men the crotch of her panties. They could see that it was wet, and their cocks gave another lurch, swelling by the second.
Shame and lust fought in Pauline. She knew that what she was doing was disgusting and depraved, but the sight of the two cocks getting hard as the men just looked at her was turning her on madly. She gave a gurgle of lust, spreading her thighs a little wider. She slid the hem of the dress higher and held it up around her waist while she ran her other hand over her pussy, stroking herself through her soggy panties.
The two guards stared at her, their cocks getting harder, jerking up well above the horizontal. Pauline gave a moan of wanton lust, held her dress hem up with the hand that worked her pussy and reached for her tits, sliding her hand inside the top of her dress, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She gasped, tremors of passion shaking her whole body.
"Please, mistress, may I speak?" Pauline moaned.
"Yes," Julia said.
"I think they're getting up very well, mistress," Pauline said, her pussy throbbing. "Can I show them my tits?"
"Yes," Julia said.
Pauline gasped with delight, her fingers digging into the little white panties, rubbing her clit as the surging passion heated up her cunt. She eased the top of the dress down, showing the two guards her lovely tits, the whipped flesh glowing a vivid red.
"How do you like my tits?" Pauline asked, thrusting them at the two men.
"Quiet!" Julia snapped.
Pauline shook, her fingers blurring on her clit. She knew that meant punishment, in front of the men. A gurgle of terror escaped her throat and she came, her fingers rubbing at her clit through the tiny panties.
"This trainee nurse is slow to learn," Julia said, getting up with the whip. "What happens to slow learners?"
"They have to be punished, mistress!" Pauline sobbed and she came again, her fingers pushing her panties right into the hole of her pussy.
"So?" Julia said.
A terrible, tortured thought rushed into Pauline's head. She was so disgusting and depraved, coming at the thought of being whipped in front of the two men. She actually deserved to be punished. The thought made her come harder, moaning as she staggered to a chair, her legs wide open, fingers still in her pussy. Brazenly, she bent over the chair, her fingers rubbing her cunt, her long stockinged legs wide open and trembling.
"Please, mistress!" she wailed as Julia stepped up with the whip.
"Yes?" Julia snapped.
"May I rub my pussy while you punish me?"
Pauline gasped and came again, terrified at the rush of dark desire.
"Yes, of course," Julia said. "You can always rub your pussy, unless I tell you not to."
"Thank you, mistress, thank you!" Pauline rasped, coming again, her fingers rubbing her panties over her clit.
"Come here, boys, so you can see better," Julia said.
The two guards moved around Pauline until they could see her heaving, whipped ass.
With a groan of submission, Pauline pulled the hem of her little dress right up over her ass and pulled the sides of her panties together until the back of the little briefs was in the crack of her ass, revealing the whole of her whipped ass-flesh.
"I'm ready, mistress," she sobbed.
The tail of the whip lashed across her ass and Pauline came, screaming with pain and horrible lust. She hated herself so much for her disgusting surrender. Her ass pumped back as the whip lashed in with a second blow right across her curving ass-cracks. The agony and lust from her pussy exploded in her body and another shaking climax rushed across her flesh. Her scream rang from the walls, and she heaved back for the third blow, but it didn't come. She gasped and jerked, turning, seeing Julia grinning at her.
"Very good," Julia said. "You're learning faster."
Pauline groaned and pulled herself upright, staring at the two cocks pointing at her, massive, stiff and ready for anything. She clutched her pussy, rubbing as hard as she could as the spasms of wild arousal poured through her.
"Stop that now-you've got work to do!" Julia said.
Pauline dragged her fingers off her pussy, letting the hem of the dress drop back down over her panties.
"Test their cocks for hardness," Julia said, sitting down again and picking up the note pad. "Nothing except her mouth and hands yet, boys, or you'll fuck up the experiment."
"You bet!" the older guard said as he advanced on Pauline.
Pauline sank to her knees without being told, her tummy heaving with awful passion as she looked at their cocks. Both cocks were big and stiff, thrusting out at her like skewers. Trying to stop her hands from trembling too much, she reached up and slid her fingers over the fuck-poles, her eyes down, her tits billowing out of the top of her dress.
"Jeez, will you look at those tits!" the older guard said, reaching down and running his hand into the top of Pauline's dress. He pushed the top down brutally. The zipper opened almost to Pauline's waist, and one of the seams tore a little. He growled with lust as he exposed the heaving mass of Pauline's tits, red and whipped, the nipples tight and crinkled. "Fuck, I can't wait to ball this bitch!"
Pauline gripped the two cocks, rubbing them as the older guard played with her tits, squeezing and pulling at the soft tit-flesh until spasms of pain and passion rushed out over the kneeling blonde. She moaned and kept her eyes down, her hand stroking the cocks.
"Well?" Julia snapped. "Are they hard enough to fuck you?"
"Yes, mistress! Oh, yes!" Pauline moaned.
"How the fuck can you tell without taking them down your throat, you stupid bitch?" Julia snarled.
"Yes, mistress, of course. I'm sorry!" Pauline wailed, gasping as she thought about the new punishment that would come from that.
Her mouth opened wide and she took the older fellow's throbbing fucker in, sliding it right into her throat at once, her lips sliding down the cock-shaft until they contacted his crotch-hair. Her tongue worked over the throbbing prick as the strong odor of the man assaulted her nostrils. A few hours before, it would have made Pauline sick. Now it made her head spin and her throat spasm with new lust. She groaned, taking the guard's cock in and out of her throat, sucking on the thick round cock-head.
"Fuck, Julia, she can suck!" he gasped, sliding his hand in Pauline's hair, almost pushing her little cap off her head.
"She'd better," Julia said.
The older guard groaned and fucked his cock in Pauline's throat while the little blonde sucked.
"Hard enough?" Julia demanded.
Pauline groaned as she ran her mouth back up the length of the guard's cock, her hand holding his cock-shaft as she worked the younger guard's prick with her other hand, gripping it tightly.
"Yes, mistress, it's hard enough to fuck me. It's really hard!"
"Try the other one."
The older guard chuckled, pulled his cock out of Pauline's hand and walked over to Julia. "You fuckin' genius," he said and reached out, feeling her thigh.
Julia kicked him on the shin with her boot. "Knock it off! You know the rules!"
The guard gave a groan and grinned at the dominatrix. "You can't blame a guy for trying."
"I can!" Julia snapped. "Come on, bitch, suck that cock!"
Pauline groaned as she held the younger guard's fucker in her hands and slid it between her lovely soft lips. The guard gave a moan of lust and heaved forward. Pauline leaned in to meet his thrust, taking his prick deep into her throat. She let her throat-muscles throb and spasm around his cock while she caressed his balls, flicking her tongue over the hard cock-shaft. Her raging lust burned so hot inside her that she was helpless to resist anything until it all stopped. She sobbed and sucked, her mouth crammed onto the young guard's cock.
"Ohhh, fuck, fuuuck, I'm gonna shoot!" he yelled, his eyes glazing, his cock ramming faster and harder at Pauline's mouth.
"Did I tell you to suck him off?" Julia snarled, throwing the pad aside.
Pauline could only moan and shake her head as the guard's enormous cock slammed into her throat, pulsating and throbbing as the hot streams of his cum poured forth.
''Shit, you little cunt! I've trained you not to bring men off early, and you do this!" Julia raged, picking up the whip and curling it in her fingers. "You fuckin' well give him a good time, bitch, or your punishment will be un-fuckin-believable!"
Pauline felt her head spinning once more. Her pussy and ass throbbed as she sucked the guy's cock deep into her throat. Her pussy exploded with passion and she slid a hand down, under the hem of her dress, rubbing her clit with desperation, bringing herself off as a hot stream of creamy cock-juice erupted into her throat.
"Yeahhh, fuuuck, what a mouth!" the younger guard yelled, his cock shooting cum in Pauline's throat. "Oh, Jesus, fuck, what a mouth!"
Everything was breaking and churning in Pauline's guts. Her pussy throbbed, her throat spasmed and, over it all was the knowledge that, after she had sucked the guard's cock dry, she was going to get more punishment. Shameful, bursting eruptions of lust seethed in her guts. She pulled her mouth back, holding the guard's cock as it shot a stream of cum into her mouth, all over her tongue. She held the throbbing cock-shaft, rubbing her clit in her little white panties as she took more of the hot fuck-juice over her lips. She groaned, licking at the thick gobs of cum, running her sobbing mouth over his cock-head as she pumped his prick, demanding the rest of his jizz.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" the guard yelled, watching as Pauline's lips worked his cock-head, her tongue licking up the cum as it gushed over her lips.
Pauline opened her mouth wide, then leaned back to take another gush of cock-cream right into her mouth. Then, moaning and mewling with lust, she slid her mouth back over his cock-head and took it deep, sucking down the cum as it shot out of his piss-slit, letting it slide into her stomach with convulsing swallows. She moaned, working the still-hard cock into her throat, letting her throat-muscles throb and spasm over it as the stream gave out and the young guard's cock-head just ran a slow stream of cum into her throat. Still she sucked, working the softening cock-flesh back into her mouth and sucking the last drops of cum from his cock.
"Now, you get punished!" Julia snarled.
Pauline's mind was dazed by the horrible conflict of emotions that rocked her whole being. She pulled her mouth back, licking the guard's cock-head as she wept.
"Yes, mistress!" she gasped.
"And you'll be punished until his cock's ready to fuck you again!"
Pauline screamed, the collar tight around her neck again. She rammed her mouth down the half-soft mass of the guard's prick. Her fingers spasmed on her clit, and she came again. Hell opened up under her. She knew she must be the most depraved woman in the world to come at the suggestion of terrible pain. "Stand up," Julia said.
Chapter Seven
Pauline was trembling uncontrollably as she pulled her mouth away from the guard's cock and stood up. Her fingers dug hard into her pussy once more, and then she jerked them away. She saw the whip in Julia's hand and a shiver of horrible fear and lust ran through her.
She was beginning to understand what being a slave really meant.
"Put your dress straight," Julia said, tapping the coiled whip on her boot.
Behind her, the older guard grinned and held his rock-hard cock as Pauline gave a moan and tried to pull her dress back straight. She eased it up over her tits again, pulling the zipper up to the neckline and easing her bra into position, as well. Then she pulled the hem down until the dress was almost in place.
Julia walked around Pauline, grinning nastily, still tapping the whip. "You want to be a good little whore, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress, I do, I really do!"
"Take your panties off and ask Gary there to fuck your ass," Julia said, nodding to the older guard.
Pauline lifted the hem of her dress at once, showing both the guards every inch of her lovely legs. The trembling got worse as she eased the top of her panties down, over her ass, down her legs. As she stepped out of them, she had a sudden inspiration. She held the tiny briefs as she walked up to the older guard, her eyes down, her mouth pouting. If she played this right, she might escape without much whipping. She posed in front of him, sliding her white dress up again, thrusting her pussy out at him, displaying her legs in the high heels. She took the panties and ran them over her pussy, stroking her trembling cunt-flesh with the lacy material.
"You wanna fuck my ass, sir?" she asked, holding each end of the panties, drawing them between her legs, rubbing her pussy with them. "Yeah, nurse," he said. "I wanna lay on my back and watch you sit on my cock," "Yes, sir," she said, tears close to flowing out of her eyes again.
Her ass was still very sore and her asshole puckered as she thought of another thick cock sliding up there. But his eyes were on her panties, and she ran them back between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.
"Yeah," Gary said as he swept the beer cans and other junk off the table. He climbed onto it, lying so that he could watch the porno movie that was still running. Another hot little chick was getting a double-fuck as he held his cock up and turned to Pauline. "Get on it, so I can see your ass when my cock goes up it."
But she knew she was in enough trouble already. She climbed up onto the table and turned to face his feet. She wasn't sure if it helped that she didn't have to see him, or if it only added to the humiliation. But she squatted over his loins and eased her dress up so that he could see her ass and pussy.
"Is that the way you want it, sir?"
"Say, your ass got some rough treatment," he said, running his hand over Pauline's whipped buns. "You must have been a real little bitch to get this."
"Yes, sir, I was, I was!" Pauline sobbed, holding her dress up around her waist and trying to hide her face in her free hand.
The younger guard was grinning at her, his gaze alternating between the fucking on the screen and her helpless body. He stroked his cock, and Pauline could see that it was getting stiff again.
"I bet you think I gotta give you a spanking just to make sure you've learned your lesson," Gary said, stroking Pauline's crimson ass-flesh.
Pauline choked and turned to Julia for help, but Julia just grinned and laughed.
"Yes, sir, yes, I should be spanked, sir. But I've learned my lesson, sir. I'll always be good from now on!" Pauline wailed. She heaved her ass back at him. "But you spank me, sir, please. I'll show you how good I am." Surely, she thought, if she did everything he wanted, she'd escape the punishment Julia had in store for her.
"Yeah!" Gary growled, stroking his hand over Pauline's ass, his fingers following the welts and bruises, his cock thrusting up even harder. He raised his hand and spanked Pauline's ass hard, the sound echoing from the walls.
Pauline gave a low moan of pain and hid her face between Gary's feet, her hands clutching the dress so that it wouldn't get in the way.
"That's the sort of spanking you deserve, right?" Gary said as he spanked Pauline again, his hand landing on her other ass-cheek.
"Uurrhh! Yes, sir, yes, thank you sir, just like that!"
"Good, here comes another one!" Gary roared, spanking Pauline twice, once on each ass-cheek. His cock heaved up between Pauline's red buns, moving on the pre-cum running out of his piss-slit.
"Ahhh, yes sir, thank you, sir!" Pauline sobbed, agony rushing from her ass-cheeks.
She bit her lip and moaned, trying to ignore the surge of passion burning in her cunt and ass. She knew her pussy was running juices and that her throbbing little fuck-hole was also pointed right at Gary.
Gary then made things even more difficult for Pauline. He took his cock-shaft and held it, running his swollen cock-knob over the wet flesh of her cunt-lips and deeper, over the hard, throbbing bud of her clit.
"Yeah, you need another one, right?" he growled.
"Yes, sir, yes, I do!" Pauline sobbed, her ass moving as his hard cock-head ran over her clit, sending spasms of excitement bursting in her pussy, She buried her face against the desktop, just as Gary spanked her again. She screamed, jerking as the pain met her lust and exploded into another helpless orgasm. She sobbed in shame, trying to stop her pussy from running up and down his cock as he held it on her wet flesh, but it was no use. His hand spanked her sore ass and the weird lust rushed over her, sending her into a screaming orgasm.
"Thank you, sir, thank you!" she screeched, her mouth on the tabletop, her ass gyrating out of control, her stockinged thighs trembling.
"Yeah!" Gary chuckled, rolling his cock between her open pussy-lips, getting it wet on her flowing cunt-juices. "I reckon it's time you got your ass on my cock, right?"
She moaned in horrible despair as Gary slid his finger into her sopping wet cunt, pulled it out again and then rammed it up her tight little shit-hole. She sobbed and pushed back at him, to please Julia and to appease her own terrible lust.
"Lemme see you do that," Gary said, spanking Pauline again.
"Ahhh, yes, sir, yes!"
Pauline slid her hand back between her thighs at once. She slid a finger into her cunt and then moved it up to her asshole, knowing Gary's eyes were feasting on everything she did. She pushed her finger, but there was only enough cunt-juice on it to wet the entrance to her shit-hole, so she had to go back and do it again. As she did, Gary spanked her-and her moan of mingled pain and lust made his cock throb harder against her clit.
She had to reach past his swollen prick-head to get two fingers into her pussy. They came out sopping wet, and this time she managed to slide them into her ass a little more. Gary spanked her and she came again, fucking her fingers into her ass. She sobbed with pain and lust, pushing her fingers back into her cunt again, pulling them out wet and thrusting them at her ass as another spanking drove a scream from her. This time, she could fuck her fingers in and out of her ass at will, moving them on her pussy-juices. The little nurse's dress flicked around her heaving body as she finger-fucked her hot asshole.
Gary gave a growl. "Yeah! Now, fuck my cock!"
Pauline sobbed and pulled herself upright, still weeping with pain and shame. She lifted her ass up and groaned as Gary pushed his thick cock-head between her spread ass-cheeks. Holding her little dress up, she rocked back and Gary's cock-head pushed at the tight entrance to her shit-pit. Pauline looked at Julia, and the dominatrix nodded, smiling, her eyes cold.
Pauline groaned and pushed hard. Gary's cock-head pushed into her ass, sliding on slippery pussy-juices. His enormous cock-head spread her ass-ring and she groaned with the pain.
"Yeah, bitch!"
Gary growled and spanked her, gripping her ass-cheeks, thrusting his cock up into her ass as Pauline screamed and jerked, her ass throbbing with pain.
"Uurrhh, fuck!" Pauline screamed as Gary's cock fucked deeper into her shitter.
Her ass burned with pain, and her shit-hole spasmed around his fuck-rod. She gave a terrible scream and rammed her ass down his prick, filling her ass-guts as her buns slapped down across his thighs. She moaned, churning his cock in her shit-pit, fucking up and down on it as the burning shocks of pain and passion surged over her.
Then Julia was standing close, right in front of her as she fucked her ass on Gary's cock and he groaned with passion, thrusting up to meet each downward heave she gave. On the screen, the hot little bitch moaned as the cock she was sucking shot cum over her face and she licked it up greedily.
"Let go of your dress," Julia ordered. "If Gary wants to see your ass, he'll lift it himself."
"Take your tits out!" Julia ordered.
Pauline groaned, but she obeyed at once. She was sure Julia was going to whip her tits again, and the thought sent shudders of horror rushing over her. She reached up to the low neck of the dress and eased the zipper down to the wide red belt. She could feel Gary lifting her dress back up away from her ass as she did it. His hands gripped her bare ass, stroking the hot, red flesh. His cock slammed in her ass-guts, thrusting deep as she reached for the clasp of her bra.
The younger guard was still watching her, his cock hard again, ready to fuck her. He grinned as she opened her bra, pulling the sides away, pushing her tits out for Julia.
"Is that, right, mistress?"
"Yes, good," Julia said, taking hold of Pauline's big tits and stroking them, rubbing the hard nipple buds. "You still have to be punished, right?"
The terror burst in Pauline's guts. But at the same time, her ass spasmed on Gary's cock and she came in an explosion of submissive lust.
"Ohhh, shit!" she sobbed. "Yes, mistress, yes! I have to be punished!"
Gary gave a bellow of lust and slammed his cock harder into the squirming depths of Pauline's shit-pit as her ass-walls throbbed and sucked at his prick.
"Then let's see how much you really want to behave," Julia said, and she pulled two clips out of her pocket.
Pauline gave a guttural moan. The clips were the strong metal-jawed type used to hold thick stacks of paper together.
"W-what d-do I have to do with them, mistress?" she whined.
"Put them on your nipples,'' Julia said, grinning horribly. "Let me see what a good little slave you can really be."
Pauline screamed with horror, heaving her ass down on Gary's fuck-rod, hoping he'd come right then and at least postpone the agony that faced her. She was sure the clips would bite her nipples right off.
"It's easy," Julia said, holding the clips out. "Don't make me have to show you how to wear them. That would hurt you a lot, later."
With her hand shaking so badly she almost dropped the clips, Pauline took them from Julia. Her ass fucked up and down on Gary's cock, her tight shitter-walls spasming. She moaned as she squeezed on the clip, opening the jaws a little. The pressure she needed showed her how painful the clip would be on her nipple and she gasped, her tits heaving, new terror rushing over her like a cold bath. But she slowly lifted the clip and ran the terrible jaws over the crinkled bud of her nipple.
"Do it, whore!" Julia snapped, tapping the whip on her boot.
Pauline moaned, her ass fucking up and down Gary's cock. He groaned with pleasure, gripping her ass-cheeks, his hands under the hem of her uniform dress, his swollen cock-lance thrusting up into her ass-guts. Pauline's tits were wet with the sweat of her terror as she squeezed the jaws of the clip open, her knuckles white with the effort, and slid them over her trembling nipple.
"Yeahhh!" Julia sighed, her eyes on the trembling salesgirl.
She wasn't the only one watching. The younger guard was jacking his cock slowly as he took it all in, his lust surging with each move the helpless blonde made.
Pauline tried to let go of the clip slowly, letting the jaws close gradually on her nipple. The jaws closed, bit into her nipples, squeezing the throbbing tit-flesh. At first it wasn't too bad, but then the metal jaws bit harder and the pain started rushing out of her nipple, burning in her tit. She groaned, squeezed the clip open a little, easing the pain. And all the time, her ass pumped on Gary's cock, squeezing his massive fucker.
"Don't make me do it," Julia warned
Pauline, leaning in closer. "If you do, I'll put them on my tits to show you how, and then pay you back for that before anything else."
Pauline knew she was totally trapped. She groaned and let go of the terrible jaws a little more, gasping as they bit into her nipple. Pure agony surged out, rushing through her tits and into her chest, and still the jaws were not fully released.
"Ahhh, mistress, mistress!" Pauline wailed, her body rocking, her ass spasming over Gary's embedded cock.
"Do it!' Julia snapped, lifting the whip.
Pauline screamed and let go of the clip. The agony exploded in her tit as the metal jaws slammed shut, biting into her nipples, swinging from her tortured flesh. She screamed again, fucking up and down on Gary's cock, her ass throbbing and spasming on his prick. The pain erupted, burning like the fires of hell.
"Now the other one," Julia said.
"Uurrgghh, mistress!" Pauline cried, her body aching with the agony.
"Do it!"
Pauline lifted the other clip, slid the jaws around her nipple and tried to let go slowly as before. Julia grabbed her hair, pulled her face up and slapped her hard, her hand lashing across Pauline's cheek. Pauline screamed, let go of the clip and reached up to protect her face- and the terrible jaws slammed shut on her other nipple. Her scream rang around the room, and she lurched, her ass sucking at Gary's cock. Gasping and screaming with pain, Pauline jerked on the cock in her ass-guts, her little white dress flicking all over the place, her ass slamming to the hairy base of Gary's cock with each frantic heave her body made.
"Oh, fuck, Julia, you sure know how to treat a guy!" Gary roared, laughing in his lust as his cock was sucked and worked over by Pauline's shuddering ass. "Shit, I'm gonna shoot up this whore's ass! Fuck, I am!" He gripped Pauline's ass tighter, slamming his cock to the depths of her shit-pit.
Tears rolled down Pauline's face as she screamed, tossing desperately on Gary's cock, her tits bursting with pain. Her ass spasmed as Gary's fucker swelled and throbbed in her guts. But the pain in her tits overwhelmed the lust from the ass-fucking. She gasped and wailed, tears rolling down her face.
Julia grabbed Pauline's blonde hair and pulled the suffering salesgirl's face close. "Come on, slave, show me what you can do."
"What, mistress, what can I do?" Pauline moaned, her hands caressing her tits, trying to ease the pain without taking the clips off.
"Come for me, bitch, come for me!" Julia hissed, taking the whip and running the handle down between Pauline's thighs and rubbing the blonde's pussy with it. "You were made for pain, bitch, so come-that's an order!"
"Aaagghh!" Pauline screamed, twisting on Gary's cock, her ass throbbing helplessly.
"Cum for me!" Julia demanded.
"Yes, mistress, yessss!" Pauline cried as a tide of submissive passion swept over her.
Suddenly the clips on her nipples didn't hurt so badly. The throbbing pulses of agony rushed down to her ass and pussy, burning with the lust her mistress demanded. She gyrated on Gary's cock, her slippery asshole sucking wildly at it as she screamed. The whip handle rubbed her clit, and Julia stared down into Pauline's weeping ass.
"Do it, whore-show me who you really are!" Julia demanded, twisting her fingers harder in Pauline's blonde hair as she leaned in and kissed Pauline on the mouth.
The moment Julia's mouth touched hers, Pauline's submission to the dominatrix erupted. Surges of climax burst in her guts. She twisted, her mouth opening, her tongue moving out over Julia's lips, kissing her tormentor with all the force of her passion. Her ass sucked and worked on Gary's cock and she gasped as Julia worked the whip handle over her clit, rubbing the hard bud exactly the way Pauline needed to send her lust exploding higher. She gasped and wept, climaxes tearing through her.
"Now! Right up your ass, whore!" Gary yelled, his ass jerking up off the table. His cock swelled and heaved, cum gushing up the cock-shaft and shooting deep in Pauline's ass-guts. "Ooohhh, fuck, Julia, fuck! This is the greatest bitch you ever got me!" He squeezed Pauline's asscheeks for all he was worth as his cock shot hot jizz into the blonde's sucking shitter.
Pauline shuddered in helpless passion, coming to the demands of the agony and passion bursting inside her. She heaved on Gary's cock, feeling it throb and shoot cum deep in her ass. Her tits ached and throbbed, her soaring climaxes exploded, turning her into a mewling, screaming heap of helpless female flesh.
Suddenly Julia stepped back, curling the whip in the air.
"Nooo, mistress, nooo!" Pauline screamed, but she thrust her tits out, because she knew that was where Julia was aiming.
The plaited leather lashed across Pauline's left tit, biting into her flesh, gripping the metal clip. As it flicked away, it jerked the clip off the throbbing bud of her nipple.
The seething climax burst through Pauline in pure agony. Her ass heaved up, sucking at the cum-spurting cock buried in her ass-guts. Her orgasm surged, hung on a peak of total lust for endless moments as the whip swung through the air and headed for her right tit.
Gary roared as his cock pulsed to the great gobs of cum rushing from his balls.
The whip bit into Pauline's right tit, leaving a curling line of pain, gripping the clip, rasping it off her nipple as it pulled away.
The final, gut-wrenching explosion of lust burst through Pauline. Her ass sucked the last spurt of cum from Gary's cock. Her tits jerked as she almost burst apart, hanging in the air as she climaxed, then crashing down into total satisfaction, sobbing helplessly. She rolled forward, her ass slipped up off Gary's cock and she fell off the desk, just keeping enough balance to protect herself as she fell to the floor and collapsed in a heap. She moaned softly, rubbing her tits, feeling the aching throb in her loins.
Instantly Julia was standing over her, the curled whip in her hand. "Now you find out what being a slave is really all about," she said. "On your back, and open your legs-you're gonna get fucked!"
Pauline was almost unconscious, but she obeyed as if in a dream, rolling on her back, pulling the little dress up over her thighs, spreading her legs wide.
The younger guard was on her at once, his hard cock pushing into her soft, yielding cunt. She moaned, surrendering, her ass pushing up a little from the floor as he invaded her pussy. He gripped her hard, ramming his cock into her cunt, slamming her into the floor with the power of his rough fucking.
"Yeah, bitch, yeah, I'm gonna fuck your ass off!" he growled, working his cock in her fuck-hole, pounding the exhausted, aching Pauline into the floor.
Pauline's head swam as she lay there, getting her pussy reamed out. She was hardly conscious of what was going on. Her ass heaved up to meet the force of his fucking instinctively, her pussy sucked at his cock, and her tits thrust at his hands as he twisted them. She felt his cock throb and grow as his climax got closer.
He gasped and yelled, churning her pussy hard, ramming her into the floor until the surges of cum rushed up his cock and poured into her unresisting cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned and squirmed to the beat of his demands, feeling her cunt spasm with low, submissive climaxes as he filled it with cum. He held her on the floor for a long time, working his cock inside her cumming cunt until it was soft.
Then he rolled away and Pauline lay there, her tits heaving, her whole body limp. The pain was faint and distant, and her whole body ached with satisfaction.
She had very little awareness of being led back to the office, the chain clipped to the collar around her neck. She stumbled in the six-inch heels, her little white nurse's dress still open, her bra caught around her shoulders, her tits bobbling as she walked. When they were finally in Eamon's office, she gave a low groan and fell to her knees, crouching on the carpet, her eyes closed.
Julia prodded the moaning blonde with the toe of her boot. "Slaves don't choose when they sleep," she said. "Get up, you're not finished yet."
Chapter Eight
There was no thought in Pauline of disobeying. Her whole body ached and throbbed from the rapes and beating, but she knew she had to do exactly as she was told. And there was something else-a slow burning fire in her guts that flared each time Julia snapped at her. However exhausted Pauline might be, Julia could always make her obey, and fast.
So she struggled to her feet, her legs unsteady in the six-inch heels. She smoothed the nurse's dress down automatically, put her bra back over her aching tits, pulled the sides of the dress together and zipped them up.
"Yes, mistress," she said, her eyes down, her hand holding the chain to her collar.
"Very good," Julia commented, walking around her slave. "You do learn."
"Thank you, mistress," Pauline said breathlessly, her body going weak at the praise of her dominatrix.
"Eamon needs his cock taken care of," Julia said, pointing the whip handle at Eamon, who now sat in his chair in nothing but a robe. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, yes, mistress, thank you!"
Pauline walked over to Eamon, her eyes taking in the massive pole of his cock as it heaved out of the front of the robe. She stopped just in front of him, let the chain go and eased the hem of her dress up over her thighs.
"Please, sir, what would you like?" She sighed. "I'm just here to please you."
"Good," Julia whispered in Pauline's ear.
The little blonde shivered all over with submissive delight. She wanted to cry out in horror, but nothing stopped the rush of emotion Julia always caused in her. Suddenly Pauline whimpered with low pulses of passion as Julia ran the handle of the whip between her legs and caressed her wet cunt with it, running the leather-covered rod back and forth over her trembling clit. Pauline moaned, opening her legs wider, her pussy throbbing helplessly at the whip handle.
Julia slid her hand around the trembling blonde, unzipped the nurse's dress and carressed Pauline's tits. She held Pauline tighter, pushing her pussy against her ass, rubbing the whip handle right into the tight entrance of the blonde's shivering cunt.
"Be very good and you get real treats," Julia whispered.
"Oh, yes, mistress, I'll be good!" Pauline moaned.
"So," Julia whispered to Eamon, "how do you. want it?"
"Bend over and suck me off," he said, his gaze running all over the lovely figures of the two women.
"Oh, yes, sir, yes!" Pauline gasped. "Would you like to see my tits, too?"
Slowly, she eased the zipper the rest of the way to her waist, watching as his eyes followed it. His cock heaved harder, a drop of pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit.
"Yeah," he growled, "I wanna see your tits!"
"Yes, sir," Pauline breathed, her body trembling as Julia's fingers roamed over her swelling tit-mounds and gently rolled her nipples.
After the endless agony of the beatings, the soft caress almost drove her out of her mind. She moaned as she unclipped her bra, easing her tits out for Eamon, letting Julia show them off for him. Pauline pulled the sides of the dress wide open, sighing as Julia's fingers rolled her nipples and Eamon's eyes ran over her luscious body.
"Like that, sir?" she whispered.
"Yes," Eamon said. "Now, bend over and suck my cock, and keep your legs straight."
"Yes, sir!"
Pauline waited until Julia's hand was off her tits. Then, showing her body off to Eamon as much as possible, she bent at the waist, her whipped ass thrusting up, her legs spreading wider to hold her balance. The chain spread over the floor, and the sides of her dress fell down, framing her tits as her mouth moved down toward the heaving head of Eamon's cock. She gripped the sides of the chair and eased down the final inches, sliding her mouth over his cock-head, sucking gently at the monster. She reached back and pulled the dress up over her ass, leaving it open to whatever Julia wanted to do.
Julia's hand ran over her ass and Pauline shuddered, passion surging through her again. The fire in her guts burned brighter, overwhelming her exhaustion for as long as Eamon and Julia demanded it. She moaned, sinking her mouth a little deeper on Eamon's cock, sucking softly, her fingers playing with his thick cock-shaft.
"Okay, bitch, now take it all in," Eamon said, thrusting his cock at Pauline's mouth.
Suddenly Pauline knew what she had to do. The rush of emotion that burst over her gave her a low shuddering orgasm as she ran her lips over Eamon's cock-head and flicked her tongue over his hot, hard prick-flesh.
"But I can't, sir!" she whispered.
"What the fuck do you mean?" Eamon demanded. "You want another whipping?"
"Oh, no, sir!" Pauline sighed. "But look, I can't take more than a few inches of your big, thick cock in-it's so long, sir. Look!"
Then, with a long slow lunge of her head, she swallowed the whole of Eamon's cock-shaft, sliding his cock-head effortlessly into her throat, her lips around his cock-base, her tongue flicking out over his balls.
"Aaahhh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Eamon gasped, staring at Pauline's lips buried in his cock-hair.
His cock throbbed and swelled in Pauline's throat as she eased her mouth back up, licking and sucking at it every inch of the way.
"You see, sir?" she whispered, running her lips over his cock-head, "I just can't take it all in."
Eamon gave a roar of lust, his fucker heaving at her lips. "The fuck, you learn then!" he bellowed. "Or you get another whipping!" He gripped the chain to her collar, but didn't tighten it, just held it, his cock throbbing violently at Pauline's mouth.
"I'll try, sir, but I know I can't do it!" Pauline moaned, breathing over Eamon's cock-head, her fingers rocking gently on his jerking cock-shaft. She moved her mouth down a little more, sucking his cock-head in.
Suddenly, she knew that Eamon was so close to coming she could bring him off anytime she wanted. She went giddy with passion and excitement, understanding for the first time what total submission could get her. Eamon wanted her mouth so badly he was going to bust. And she wanted his cock just as badly. She moaned, running her mouth over his prick, tasting the pre-cum, trying to stop her growing lust from bringing him off too soon.
"Oh, sir!" she moaned. "I'll try again, but I know I can't!"
She worked her mouth down his cock, tightening her fingers around his cock-base, pulling on his balls to keep him from shooting as her soft throat engulfed his raging hard-on. Her lips slid down, taking the whole of his throbbing prick. Her legs trembled as his fucker plunged into her throat, her neck bulged and it was all she could do to stop herself from coming and sucking him off right there and then. A gurgle of passion burst from around his cock as she worked her mouth back up, licking the whole way, her head spinning with submissive desire. The part of her that told her this was disgusting and depraved was fading fast under the assault of her total, submissive passion.
"You see, sir, I can't do it, I just can't!" she moaned, licking his cock-head, tasting his delicious salty pre-cum.
"Uurrhhh!" Eamon gasped, his balls heaving and churning with the pent-up cum. "If you can't do it, Julia'll whip you until you can!"
"Yes, sir, I know!" Pauline groaned, a shudder of fresh climax pouring over her. "But I can't! Oh, please, mistress, whip me on my pussy with the cat. I'll get it all in then, really I will!" Brazenly, she spread her legs wider.
"You fuckin' bitch!' Eamon roared, reaching down, pulling Pauline's white dress right up over her back, his other hand gripping the chain. "Jesus, Julia, what did you do to her?"
Julia laughed and lashed the cat up between Pauline's spread legs, biting the knots into Pauline's throbbing pussy.
The little blonde gave a scream of helpless passion and rammed her mouth right down Eamon's cock, taking it to the hairy base in a moment. Pauline's thighs trembled, her pussy heaved out for the cat and another lashing blow drove her out of her mind. Her screams of total submission burst out from around Eamon's heaving fucker. His cock-head throbbed in her throat, her neck bulging with the massive fullness of his prick.
"You bitch, you bitch!" Eamon roared, yanking on the chain, his cock swelling in Pauline's throat as the cum rushed up his cock-shaft. "Fuck, ohhh, fuuuck!"
The cat lashed her pussy and Pauline came again, jerking in wonderful, total desire as she felt the cum surging in Eamon's cock. She screamed and heaved, her aching ass and pussy tingling with burning lust.
But the next blow of the cat didn't come. Instead, Pauline suddenly lurched, her mouth ramming back down on Eamon's massive fuck-rod as Julia gripped her thighs and plunged her mouth into the hot wet crack of her cunt. Instead of the biting pain of erupting climax, there were soft waves of passion, rolling out from the hot sucking of Julia's demanding mouth. Pauline gasped, screaming with pulsating desire as the first hot jet of cum burst into her throat from Eamon's shooting fucker. A moan gurgled out of her throat as she pulled back, her mouth filling with the delicious cum-cream as Eamon poured it out of his cock-slit. She refused to swallow his cum and held it in her mouth, running it around as she sucked, taking another hot string of cum all over her tongue.
Then Pauline's surging passion rolled up higher as Julia's mouth moved into the crack of her ass, licking over her spasming asshole. Julia's fingers played with her clit as the savage brunette fucked her tongue right into Pauline's ass, driving the gasping blonde into another soft burst of climax. Pauline was in heaven, filling her mouth with more cum as Eamon gave a low, endless roar of lust, his cock shooting more cum with each thrust into her demanding mouth. The stream of Eamon's cum wouldn't stop. Pauline's head spun with delight, her ass spasming around Julia's tongue as the dominatrix licked deep, sucking at her asshole, rolling her clit in her skillful fingers. The sticky, lovely cock-cream was all over Pauline's mouth, running down into her throat in little streams. But still more jism shot out of Eamon's cock, and Pauline worked her mouth over his swollen cock-knob, holding his cock-shaft, taking the slowly declining shots of cum over her lips and tongue. She moaned with endless satisfaction, licking and sucking as the slow bursts of jizz continued to roll out of Eamon's cock and into her mouth.
Then Pauline came, Julia's mouth moving over her ass, licking, biting her sore flesh, plunging back to her pussy to suck again.
"Oouuuhhh, fuck!" Eamon gasped, his massive cock still sliding in and out of Pauline's soft lips. "That's the best blow-job I ever had."
"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you!" Pauline moaned, looking up at him, licking cum off her lips and into her mouth. "I love sucking your cock, sir. I really do! And, oooh, fuck my asshole and pussy!" She shuddered and came again, gasping, sinking Eamon's cock back into her mouth as the last gobs of creamy cum ran over her lips.
"I told you that you could get special treats," Julia sighed, her tongue flicking over Pauline's clit. "Mind you, you were a really disgusting little bitch, enjoying it so much."
"Oh, yes, mistress-you know what a bitch I can be," Pauline murmured, her exhausted body still shuddering with desire at Julia's words.
"Well, we can deal with that later." Julia grinned, working a finger over Pauline's clit as she stood up behind the still-sucking slave. She stayed there, rubbing Pauline's clit gently as the little blonde kept her mouth on Eamon's cock, sucking up the slow oozings from his prick. "Watch it, bitch. Eamon's a real horny fucker. You go on like that and he'll have you again."
"Ooooh, how terrible, mistress!" the salesgirl gasped, her mouth staying exactly where it was, sucking and licking at Eamon's cock-head. "But I have to do this, mistress. Then he might give me my job back!" She moaned and licked Eamon's cock-head, tasting his delicious cum, helplessly wanting more of it. "Please, sir, let me have my job back!"
"Oh, no," Eamon said, sliding his hand in Pauline's hair. "You don't work in this store again!"
"Oh, please, sir, please!" Pauline moaned, breaking into tears. "I was so bad! I'll never do it again, and you can fuck me anytime you want, really, sir, anytime!"
She sobbed, thinking of being out of work, having to give up and go home. The thought made her tears run harder.
"Oh, no-I'm not letting you loose," Eamon chuckled. "You're coming with me. You're gonna be our private slave. Julia and I've been looking for something like you for a long time."
It took Pauline a second to understand.
"Oh, sir ... what?" she moaned. "What do I have to do?"
She sobbed again and licked his prick, feeling it getting harder by the second.
"What does any slave have to do?" Eamon murmured thoughtfully. "Well, she has to obey me without question."
"Ohhh, yes, sir!" Pauline gasped, coming at the thought, her pussy spasming on Julia's fingers.
"And she has to obey Julia, without question."
"Uurrhhh, yes, sir!" Pauline's mouth moved down Eamon's cock, feeling the hardness coming back into it.
"She has to fuck whenever she's told to. Fuck anybody we tell her to fuck," Eamon went on, his fingers in Pauline's blonde hair.
"Yes, sir! Will I have to fuck a lot?"
"All the fuckin' time!" Eamon said, his cock almost back to full hardness in Pauline's sucking mouth. "So our little slave always has to dress properly, be ready, always!"
"Oh, I will, sir, I will!"
"And, when she's bad, she has to be punished, of course," Eamon chuckled, his thick cock fucking into Pauline's throat.
Pauline spasmed and came. "Oh, sir, yes!" she exclaimed. "And you know how bad I can be!"
