Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors- both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In WHIP THE WIDOW!, Angela Johnson finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Angela suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Very well, girls, you can go," Angela Johnson said airily.
"Thank you, madam," Inga said. She and Brigitte left.
Angela got up from the bed in her red lingerie and moved over until she could see herself in the full-length mirror. She posed, pleased with what she saw. Her semi-transparent robe revealed her wonderful curves and the matching teddy beneath hid her most precious charms carefully from sight. She swung around, her wonderful long legs curved just perfectly, but perhaps, matching red stockings would give that added extra something. She decided to try it.
She slid the nylons up her long legs, caressing herself as she went, thinking how well things were going. Bob had been such a wimp, and feeding those suicidal ideas to him was perfectly natural. After all, she'd only married him for his money. So, reducing him from a wimp to a sniveling, crawling asshole was no more than he deserved.
She smiled as she clipped the first stocking on. She giggled. Having him crawl across the floor to her, begging just to put his face between her tits had been one of the most perfect moments of her life. She'd pushed him away with her high heel, telling him how disgusting he was, how depraved. And three hours later he was dead in the car, engine running, garage locked.
She laughed as she remembered lying in bed, listening to the low purr of the engine, wondering how long it would take.
And not only had she got his money, the insurance had paid up too. They had to, Angela covered all her tracks very well.
She got back up and examined herself in the mirror again. She looked even better, she thought. Stockings really did make a difference. She smiled and gazed over at the television and the boring movie that was on. She slid her hands over her wonderfully massive tits and smiled, wondering if she should call in one of the girls and make her suck her pussy while she watched the movies.
Angela loved the look of anger in the girls' eyes as they were humiliated. But neither one dared to protest.
Lazily Angela swung onto the enormous four-poster bed and propped herself up on the pillows, running her hand slowly over her tits.
She wondered whether she wanted Inga or Brigitte tonight. Inga was more fun, she was Swedish, and an angry blonde bitch. Angela liked to make fun of Inga's tits, which were small. But then Brigitte was better at sucking pussy, she wanted to please more. She was French, and Angela almost hadn't hired her because her tits were almost as large as hers. But Brigitte was so submissive, she'd decided it was worth it.
Yes, tonight it would be Brigitte.
She reached for the bell and rang it twice, the signal for Brigitte. She lay on the bed, watching the movie, wondering if she wanted to put on an all-girl porno tape.
Angela had no idea anything was wrong until the door opened and, instead of Brigitte, both maids were almost thrown through the door and three men came with them.
Angela shrieked and jumped up off the bed. "What do you think you're doing!"
"My, my," one man said, "we got this place right, look at it all."
"What are you doing!" Angela demanded, striding up to him and slapping him across the face. "Get out, men aren't allowed in here!"
"Yeah," he said, grinning at her, "I heard."
He took time out to run his eyes up and down Angela's wonderful figure. His dark, handsome features mocked Angela as he looked from her to the two maids and back.
"This is the perfect set up," he said to his buddies. "No men, no alarm, why the fuck should we hurry, huh? Let's have a great time, I mean, you in a hurry?"
"Nope," said one of the other men, standing over the two maids. He was tall and balding, and he had piercing eyes that took Angela in and made her shiver.
"Well, we sure cased this place out right." The first man went to the window and looked out. "Yank the phone."
Angela could see the lusty glances the men were giving her and the two maids. All of the women were dressed sexily, and the uniforms the maids wore were a mockery of real ones, their dresses were low cut and both maids wore black lace gloves. Little white aprons accentuated the curves of their bodies, and the hemlines were only just below the black of their stocking tops.
"W-what are you going to do?" Angela asked the leader as the third man pulled the phone out of the wall.
The third man was fair-haired and massive, with muscles bulging everywhere. And there was the enormous bulge in his pants that was getting larger as he ran his eyes over the wonderful figures of the three women.
"Done it, Colin," he growled.
"Thanks, Roscoe. What are we going to do?" Colin grinned at Angela. "Well, we've been planning this heist for too long and we ain't been laid. So now we're gonna take everything you've got and fuck your ass off at the same time."
"Noooo!" Angela screamed. "I'll report you! I'll tell the police."
She stopped as she realized that nobody would call, nobody would hear her screams for help because the house was so isolated.
"Hey, big boy," Inga said in her accented English, sidling up to Colin. "What you will do if we say no. No, you don't fuck us?"
She pouted and slid her long stockinged leg over his, pushing it higher, easing the hem of her little maid's uniform up.
"I mean what you do?" She very slowly raked her fingernails down his chest in the gap of his open-necked shirt, then slid her hand over the end of his gun barrel.
Colin stared at the hot little blonde. "Sheeit!"
"Come on, big boy, tell me," Inga sighed, sliding her hand lower, over the growing bulge in his pants.
"Inga, get away from him!" Angela snapped. "This is disgusting! Stop it!"
Inga smiled and worked her fingers over Colin's cock bulge.
"Suppose I say, no, get out, you filthy bastard?" she cooed, her leg sliding over his, her fingers playing with his cock.
"I'll hand you girls over to the police!"
to Angela screamed, standing by the bed almost paralyzed with fear.
"Why will she squeal to the police?" Colin asked, his prick throbbing in Inga's expert grasp.
"Because we are here, illegal," Inga replied. "We don't have, er, visas." Colin grinned at the blushing, trembling Angela. "I think we'd better shut this cunt up, don't you, boys?"
"Ooooh, baby, do something for me," Inga crooned, nuzzling Colin's neck, the hem of her little dress well above her stocking tops. "Show her what she'll get if she's bad, show her on me. I'll be real bad for you, so bad. Please, then I want to get her. Just one night, would be worth going home."
"That bad, huh?" Colin stared at Angela.
Angela had had enough.
"Get out of here!" she snarled and strode forward, heading past Colin and Inga for the door.
She was grabbed by an enormous hand and swung around to face Roscoe.
"You don't go nowhere, lady," Roscoe said, "not till Colin says."
He gripped her arm and twisted it behind her until Angela screamed in a mixture of pain and terror.
"You really wanna show her what's she's gonna get?" Colin said, staring deep into Inga's hard green eyes.
"Yessss!" the little Swedish maid hissed, stroking his face with her gloved hand. "And don't think you surprise me, or do anything I haven't had. I can take anything, anything. And then I get her."
"You got it," Colin said, "but only if you can take it."
"Yessss!" Inga hissed and let him go.
She spun, parading back to Angela in her high-heeled shoes, her long-stockinged legs trembling with the force of her emotions. She sneered at Angela.
"Now you learn, bitch," she gasped and gripped Angela under the chin. "My tits are too small for you? You wait."
"Tie that bitch up," Colin said, then turned to the balding man. "Hey, Jack, get me that riding crop, it's in the van. And the other stuff, and get Glen in, he'll enjoy this."
"Sure, Colin," Jack replied, then went out.
"Now," Colin said, "where's some rope?"
"I get rope." Inga walked out, her little dress flicking around her stocking tops.
Roscoe looked at Colin and he just grinned back.
"Don't worry, she'll be back." Colin walked up to Angela and gripped a handful of her long, flowing chestnut hair. He pulled her head back and grinned at her. "Fuck, you look great."
Angela struggled and wept in Roscoe's iron grip. She blushed under Colin's insistent gaze as the horrible man looked her over. And then his gaze went down to her tits, and Angela gave a shudder of terror. His hand went down, hovering over the lacy material of her gown.
"Jesus, are they real?" he gasped.
Angela nearly went out of her mind. His hand parted the gown and reached for the lacy top of her teddy.
"Nooo, you pervert, noooo!" she screamed and kicked out at him, her sharp shoe toe catching him on the shin.
He winced and growled, his hand gripping the lacy front of her gown. "Let her go, Roscoe!"
Angela screamed as her arm came free, and she lashed out at him. He grabbed her wrist effortlessly and slapped her hard across the face.
"You bastard, you-aaahhh!"
He slapped her again. Her head rang as he let go of her wrist and held her by the gown front.
"You behave yourself, bitch!" he snapped, then slapped her face again.
"Aaahhh! You bastard!" Angela screamed. "You bastard, you-aaaahhhh!"
She jerked in pain and the expensive gown tore a little in his hand.
"Yeah," Colin snarled, "I beat ladies, but you don't happen to be one, bitch!"
He slapped her again, and Angela screamed, sagging to the floor, her legs weak, her face aching.
"Here, you!" Colin snapped at Brigitte who was cowering in a corner.
"Oui?" Brigitte rushed forward, her uniform rumpled, her stocking twisted. "Pleeze, pleeze, I do anything-pleeze, don't hit."
She stood in front of Colin, cowering and shaking, her long brunette hair falling over her shoulders, her fawn eyes wet with terror.
"Anything?" Colin said, pushing the cowering Angela with his foot.
"Oui, yes, anything!" Brigitte gasped. "Open that dress."
Instantly Brigitte's fingers went to the low-cut neck of the dress and opened the button, showing the clasp of her uplift bra and the curving upper slopes of her tits.
"More!" Colin snapped.
Brigitte was almost white with terror as she opened the next button and showed her luscious tit-mounds in the bra-cups to Colin and Roscoe.
"Ohhh, wow!" Colin stared at the French maid's tits, her slim waist, swelling ass and stockinged legs. "Man, we really scored tonight."
He stretched out his hand and ran it over the swelling mound of Brigitte's bra, then up and over her soft tit-flesh.
Brigitte shivered.
"Hey, boss, can I have some of this?" Roscoe stared at the delicious body in the tight little uniform.
"Roscoe, my friend, you will fuck yourself silly. But only when I tell you to."
"Sure, boss," Roscoe replied, then turned as Inga came back in with a length of rope. "You was right, boss."
"That's why I'm the boss," Colin said. "Now, you, you wanna keep your ass in one piece, you do exactly as I say, got that?"
"Oui, yes, yes!" Brigitte gasped.
Colin sat in an easy chair and spread his thighs. "Take my cock out, and suck it, but don't make me come. I come, you get your ass whipped."
"Oui, yes, yes!" Brigitte sank to her knees in front of him, pulling her dress open even more so that he could see her tits better. "You want I open more?"
"Just do as you're told, whore!" Colin snapped.
"Oui, yes!" Brigitte gasped, reaching for the zipper of his pants.
"Well, she been bad already?" Inga asked, strolling forward, standing over the weeping Angela. She shamelessly rubbed her pussy through the dress and the little petticoats that Angela made them wear.
"Why don't you get Roscoe to tie her up where she can watch?" Colin said as Brigitte eased his rock-hard cock out of his pants and gave a moan at the size of it.
There were easily ten inches of prick there, throbbing in Brigitte's gloved hand. She leaned in, and Angela gave a moan of horror as she watched the little maid lick the massive cock, her tongue working over the hard flesh with long slow strokes.
"Hey, you've done this before." Colin chuckled and leaned back in the chair.
Inga glanced around the room and picked out another chair. It was an antique, and Angela loved to sit in it while she made the two maids suck her pussy. Inga's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Roscoe, darling, get me that."
Roscoe brought the chair over to the tall, slim blonde.
"Now we put her on it, kneeling so we can get to her," Inga said, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulders.
"Sure, honey," Roscoe said, and he picked Angela up.
CHAPTER TWO
Angela screamed, but Roscoe was far too strong for her.
"You bastard, you bastard!" Angela screeched, trying to hit him, but he pivoted her around and slammed her onto the chair, facing over the back. "Let me go!"
He held her by the back of the neck and suddenly Inga was lashing the rope around one of her knees, pushing the semi-transparent robe out of the way as she did.
"Stop it!" Angela screamed. Roscoe held her neck, and Inga lashed her knee around the base of the chair. Angela tried to grab her Swedish maid, but Inga leaned back and laughed at her before swinging around the chair and lashing Angela's other knee to the leg on the other side.
Angela's feverish eyes saw what Brigitte was doing and she almost threw up. The little French maid was sucking gently on Colin's cockhead, working her lips over his throbbing hard flesh while she eased her luscious tits over his thighs and caressed his massive prick with her gloved hands.
"Aaaaah! Stop!" Angela screamed. She twisted and tried to get her ankle out of the bonds, but Roscoe just grabbed a handful of her hair and grinned down at her.
"Bad idea, lady." He chuckled.
Angela twisted, her red robe and teddy coming apart. Already her magnificent tits were almost out of the teddy top.
Inga had lashed her other ankle, and Angela was helpless, pinned to the chair seat, her thighs spread wide.
The door opened, and Jack came in with another man, tall and slim. This man dropped some things on the floor and grinned at Colin.
"Looks like fun," he said and sat down, peeling off his gloves.
"Got all the stuff," Jack said, "in fact Glen and me took a fast trip for the rest."
"You weren't seen?" Colin asked.
"Do I get seen?" Glen said smugly, tossing the gloves on the floor. "She good?"
"Not bad," Colin replied, running his hands in Brigitte's dark hair. "You want her?"
"Later." Glen leaned back in the chair and lit a cigarette.
"Nooo!" Angela wailed as Inga took her hands and twisted them behind her back. She struggled, but Roscoe pulled harder on her hair.
"Can I smack her one, Colin?" he asked.
"Sure," Colin said lazily, staring at his cockhead as it slid in and out between Brigitte's soft lips.
"Nooo! Aaahhhh!" Angela screamed as Roscoe lashed across her face.
"Then hold still, bitch!" Roscoe warned.
Angela froze to the chair, hardly daring to breathe. She moaned as her wrists were lashed behind her back, thrusting her tits out even farther, straining the limits of the teddy.
Inga took the rope, ran it up from Angela's wrists and lashed it around her neck, pulling it tight before she tied off the knot. As Angela wept and moaned, Inga pulled her forward, so that her tits thrust over the back of the chair. Then Inga slid the rope down and under the chair, running it up her back and tying it again around Angela's neck.
Angela tried to move, but the rope cut painfully into her neck.
"You've done that before," Colin said with a grin, holding Brigitte's mouth to his cock. "That's it, baby. She's good, but then, she'll do anything to avoid the whip."
"Anything?" Glen said from his chair. "Pull your dress up and work your pussy."
With a moan of submission, Brigitte slid her dress up her lovely long thighs and slid her fingers over her lacy white panties.
Glen chuckled. "Make yourself come, bitch, and don't make Colin come ... or else."
He sat watching the moaning Brigitte as she rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties and sucked on Colin's cock. She was trying to keep her sucking slow so that he wouldn't come, but she was having trouble since her pussy-rubbing was making her groan with rising passion.
"You bitch!" Angela screamed at Inga who stood over her, legs spread. "I'll put you in jail!"
Inga sneered and very slowly peeled off her long lacy gloves. She then slid her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them.
"What are you . . ."
Angela moaned as Inga gripped her hair and leaned down, kissing her full on the mouth.
"You bitch! I'll see you in-noooo!"
Angela stared in horror as Inga tied a knot in her gloves, holding them together. Then Inga picked up her panties and moved them to Angela's face.
"What? You can't!" Angela screamed as Inga pushed them viciously into her mouth.
She gagged, smelling the odor of Inga's lust in the lacy panties as the maid shoved them into her mouth, pushing them brutally between her teeth until her mouth was full and she gurgled softly.
Inga took up her long gloves and bound them around Angela's head, holding the gag in place while Angela tried to scream.
"There," Inga said nastily, staring down at Angela. "I want to do that for long time. Now you pay, bitch, you pay for it all. You watch, you watch good, you get all this and more.
She straightened up and turned toward where Colin sat in the chair, his cock still sliding in and out of Brigitte's soft mouth.
The little French maid was in a bad way. Her fingers were rubbing her hot little clit to an orgasm very fast, and her mouth was sliding deeper on Colin's cock as the passion mounted in her. She groaned, trying to slow down, but she was getting even hotter.
Inga strode over and grabbed Brigitte's hair, flinging her back onto the carpet. Brigitte sprawled, her fingers still playing with her pussy as she rolled on her back.
"That is my cock!" Inga snapped, standing with her hands on her hips over Brigitte. "Mine!"
"Oh really?" Colin said lazily, his prick throbbing.
"Yeah, mine," Inga sneered, leaning over him.
"You willing to take real pain to get it?"
Inga smiled. "You can't give me enough."
"You couldn't suck me off and take a whipping at the same time," Colin said.
"That easy," Inga replied. "She got you so hot, you shoot when I get my lips 'round your cockhead. Give me twenty strokes first, then I suck you off."
Colin gave a groan of lust.
"Bend over," he said, and Inga swayed up to him, spreading her legs, lowering her head until her mouth was just above his cock.
"Twenty?" Colin said in disbelief.
"Yes!" Inga snarled as she flipped her little dress up over her ass.
It was then that Angela fully realized what all the stuff was that Jack and Glen had brought in. She choked. There were whips, bonds, dildos and other horrible things in the pile on the floor. She wanted to throw up as Jack bent down and picked up a riding crop. The leather handle was shiny with use, and Angela felt her blood run cold.
"Don't stop!" Glen snapped at Brigitte as she lay at his feet, her fingers still moving on her pussy. "Give me a good show."
Brigitte moaned as she spread her thighs wide, pulling the crotch of her panties aside so that he could see her fingers playing with her pussy. She opened the neck of her dress even more, showing him her tits, putting on a show for him.
"You think you can take this?" Jack snarled, shoving the riding crop under Inga's nose.
"That?" she sneered. "Make it thirty."
Her tight ass trembled as she licked the riding crop brazenly, her hands on the chair arms, her mouth just above Colin's throbbing prick.
"You asked for it." Jack stepped back.
"Now you watch this," Roscoe growled in Angela's ear. "You're gonna get all of this."
Angela wept as she watch Jack lift the riding crop.
CHAPTER THREE
Bound to the chair and gagged, Angela stared in absolute horror.
Jack lifted the riding crop over Inga's ass. Inga held the chair arms, her mouth just above Colin's cock, her thighs trembling. Her dress and petticoats were up over her back.
Jack lashed Inga's ass.
Angela gasped, wincing as a red line appeared on Inga's white flesh. But Inga's reaction stunned Angela.
Instead of the scream that Angela expected, the long-legged blonde gave a moan of undisguised lust, rocking forward a little, her ass twitching.
The riding crop landed again with a sound that beat at Angela's ears, and Inga gave a guttural sob, gasping, her mouth just above Colin's massive fuck-rod.
Jack whipped her again, adding a third red line to her flesh.
At the fourth blow, she gave a low scream, her blonde hair tossing, her legs trembling as she rocked and jerked. "Yessss! Yesssss!"
"Fuck," Jack said as he whipped the blonde, lashing her ass-flesh with all the force of his arm.
"Yesss, ohhhh, whip me, whip meeee!" Inga gasped, her ass heaving as the next blow came in. Her ass was red now, yet she hunched back for the next blow.
"Uurrrrhhh!" she gasped, her hands gripping the chair arms, her mouth still just over Colin's throbbing cock.
"Fuck me!" Jack gasped as he whipped Inga hard, lashing her tight asscheeks.
"Come on, little girl, suck my cock and we'll stop," Colin said, sliding his hand in her blonde hair.
Inga stared at him, her eyes alight with lust.
"Twenty," she gasped. The crop whipped her, and she screamed, her ass jerking wildly.
"How many, Jack?" Colin asked.
"Dunno," he said, lashing Inga again.
"Aaaaaaaahh! Eight!" Inga screamed. She turned to Jack. "Say it's five!"
"You bitch!" he roared and lashed her again, making Inga scream with rising passion as the agony burst out of her ass. "I'll whip the shit outa you!"
His arm blurred as he whipped the blonde.
Roscoe leaned over Angela and grinned at her. "You think you can take that?"
Angela moaned and gasped in the gag, her eyes fixed on the horrible sight.
"Remember to scream," Roscoe chuckled. "Colin likes his women to scream."
Angela almost passed out as the horror mounted.
Inga gave gasping screams every time the crop landed, but she wasn't trying to avoid them at all. Her ass thrust back for the terrible rod, and her legs trembled. Shamelessly she ran her tongue down the length of Colin's cock, just once, making him leap in the chair.
"Suck it, little girl!" he demanded, his cock thrusting at her mouth.
Inga gasped, her face contorted with pain and lust. "Twenty."
Her ass jerked up, and she gave a moan of awful satisfaction, her body pulsating as an orgasm rushed through her.
"Fuck, how many is that, Jack?" Colin yelled.
"No fucking idea, but this bitch is gonna get it!" he snarled, lashing the bent Inga with incredible fury.
"How many, little girl?" Colin asked.
"Twenty-five-aaaahh! Six!" she moaned, her ass jerking back for the crop. "Come on, whip me!"
"Jesus!" Jack gasped, and his hand dropped as he surveyed Inga's whipped ass.
Inga shrieked in desperation. "Whip meeee! Come on, please, I need it, please!"
"Jesus Christ!" Colin gasped, pushing his cock into the blonde's mouth. "You win, baby, now suck me!"
Inga grabbed his cockshaft and ran her mouth over the swollen cockhead, making him groan with lust. She eased back, her lips at his flesh, her ass still heaving.
"Whip me 'til he shoots!" she screamed. "Whip meeeeee! Please!"
She sank her mouth down his cockshaft, her lips tight around his pole of fuck-flesh.
Colin nodded to Jack and he shrugged, lifting the crop.
Angela shuddered and burst into tears as she watched. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Inga pumped her mouth down on Colin's cock with each blow of the riding crop, her moans and screams of lust bursting out from around the thick fleshy pole. And she was taking more and more of Colin's prick, her head thrusting farther down each time. Angela could even see Inga's throat bulge as she took his cockhead deeper, her lips running down his cockshaft until they were around the base of his prick, her fingers playing with his balls. Her ass jerked to the beat of the crop and her muffled screams of passion burst out as she came, her body trembling, thrusting, heaving in total abandon.
Lying on her back on the floor, her fingers deep in her panties. Brigitte was also coming, her face a mask of terror as she avoided Glen's eyes. He sat in the chair above her, staring at her pussy in the white lacy panties, while heT fingers blurred on her clit and she climaxed, her orgasm even more intense because of her fear. She turned her face away in shame, moaning, as her fingers slipped over her wet clit.
"Come on, baby, show me how you come," Glen said, laughing at the helpless French maid. "That's it, come for me and you won't get whipped."
"I come-oui, sir, I come!" Brigitte moaned, her little dress up around her waist, her petticoats a mass of lacy white from her waist to just above her pussy as she spread her legs wider for him and rubbed her cunt.
Glen leaned back in the seat. "Okay, now get up here and see if you can suck cock well enough to avoid a beating."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte gasped.
She crawled between his legs and reached for his pants zipper.
"Open your dress wider," he ordered.
She reached for the buttons at once. She pulled the sides apart and waited for him, her eyes staring beseechingly at him.
"Take your bra off," Glen ordered.
"Oui, yes, sir, yes!" Brigitte sobbed, her face still a mask of terror. She reached for the clasp of her bra, fumbling behind her back, tears in her eyes as she found it and managed to unhook it.
The bra cups fell away, and Glen gave a murmur of approval as he saw her tits come into view.
"Nice," he said as Brigitte pushed her bra-cups out of the way and let him see her luscious tit-mounds. "Hold them."
Brigitte held her tits up for him in her gloved hands and waited, trembling.
"Well," Glen said slowly, running his fingers over her swelling tit-mounds, "that's a real nice pair, you know that?"
Brigitte nodded. Her wonderfully large and thrusting tits shook as her hands trembled.
"Take your hands away."
Brigitte obeyed instantly, letting her wonderful tit-mounds hang there.
"Nice, very nice," Glen went on. He leaned in and took hold of one of Brigitte's tight little nipple buds, rolling it in his fingers as he stared at the terrified girl. "You like that?"
"Yes," Brigitte moaned, her eyes wet with tears as they tried to avoid his gaze.
Glen tightened his grip, working her nipple-buds harder, twisting them with increasing viciousness. Brigitte gasped in pain, then burst into tears. "You like that!"
"Please, sir, I do anything, anything! But please, no pain, no pain! I can't!"
He continued twisting her nipple. "Can't what?"
"Can't-how you say? Can't take it!" Her lovely young face was contorted with pain as he rolled and pulled on her nipple.
Glen chuckled. "We'll see about that. So, you ready to suck cock?"
"Yes, yes, sir, yes!" Brigitte babbled, reaching for his pants.
"Do it real good, babe, or you'll be taking pain until you do it real good." He let go of her tits and leaned back in the chair.
Brigitte sobbed and pulled at his zipper.
"Take it easy, you stupid bitch!" Glen growled. "Slowly!"
"Yes, sir," Brigitte moaned and eased his zipper down slowly in her trembling fingers, reaching in to get hold of his cock.
There was no way Inga was taking it easy. With each beat of the crop, she sucked harder on Colin's cock, her throat bulging, her head pumping up and down. Her crimson asscheeks shoved up for the crop, jerking and shaking with each blow. Her blonde pussy hair was already wet with her freely flowing pussy juices as she screamed and sucked at the ten inches of cockmeat buried in her throat.
"Fuccckkk!" Colin roared, fucking his cock up at Inga's mouth, watching in awe as she swallowed his boner, taking it to the hilt, her sucking throat working his cockhead harder with each blow of the crop. "Go for it, Jack! I'm coming-fuuuuck! This bitch can suck like a pump! Oooohhhh!"
He writhed in the chair, his rock-hard prick thrusting deep into Inga's throat.
Jack whipped the blonde harder and faster, the crop blurring as it lashed her tight asscheeks.
Inga's head pumped up and down on Colin's cock with every blow, traveling almost the length of his cockhead, then, as the crop whistled in again, she rammed her head down, still screaming with lust as she came, her throat filling with Colin's wonderful cock meat.
"Yaaaaahhhhhhh!" Colin roared. "Here I commmeeeeee!"
He gripped Inga's head and slammed his cock right to the limit into her sucking mouth.
Instantly Inga slid one hand down, between her legs and rubbed her pussy, her fingers sliding over her wet flesh as she drove herself to the peak of her come, her ass jerking as the crop lashed her ass. Her mouth stayed on Colin's fuck-rod, sucking at it.
Angela trembled as she watched. She saw Brigitte's mouth running over Glen's cockhead as the little French maid did her best to keep from sharing Inga's fate, but mostly Angela watched Inga. She watched as Colin gripped Inga's blonde hair, his cock jerking wildly as he came.
"Yaaahahah!" Colin yelled. "Oohhh, fuck! What a suuuuck!" He hurled up, pumping his cock at Inga's welcoming mouth.
Angela saw jets of hot cum burst into her mouth. Angela saw Inga rub her pussy, around Colin's shooting cock.
Angela felt sick at the thought of a man shooting cum into her mouth, but Inga seemed to love it. She gurgled, running her mouth over his cockflesh, her hands holding his cock as it shot. Cum bubbled on her lips as she played with his cock. Angela stared at the white goo and almost threw up. They would never make her do that, she vowed.
"Aaaahhh! You gorgeous bitch!" Colin gasped, his cock thrusting up into Inga's hot pit of a mouth as he shot more wads of fuck juice.
He watched the little blonde playing with his cum, running it over her lips as she opened her mouth and let him watch his salty goo splash over her tongue. Her moans of lust went on even after Jack had stopped the whipping, watching the blonde in disbelief.
Inga licked at Colin's cockhead, taking the cum, swallowing it, licking him clean as he relaxed and leaned back in the chair.
"Fuuuuuck," he sighed. "That was un-fucking-believable.'' "I win," Inga said, licking his cock. "This is my cock."
She smiled at him and her ass still circled as if waiting for more.
"Fuuuuck, baby, you got it," Colin moaned.
"I whip anybody who comes near this cock," Inga murmured, sliding her lips over his cockhead slowly. "So make sure you fuck that bitch in the chair as much as you can. Anyway you want, fuck her and let me teach her for what she did."
She gasped and sank her mouth over his cock again, taking it deep, moaning in lust and fury. "You can do what the fuck you like to her," Colin said, "but don't kill her, that's all."
Inga smiled. "Killing her would be easy."
She chuckled and stood up, standing over him, her legs spread. She opened the last buttons of her maid's dress, tearing the fabric in her disgust. She ripped the apron off and threw it aside, tearing at the petticoats, ripping the lacy material off until she was down to her bra and stockings. Then she ripped the little uplift bra away, throwing it aside and standing by the chair, holding her tits out for Colin to see.
"She says they're too small. What do you think?"
Colin slid his hand over her tit-mounds. They were a good handful. He grinned at her. "Look at my cock."
Inga smiled as she saw his prickshaft beginning to grow again as he handled her tits.
"I think she's gonna really regret saying that," he said softly.
"Yesssss!" Inga hissed.
"Just one thing," Colin said, sliding his hands around Inga's nipples, pulling at them and increasing the pressure.
"Yesssss?" Inga gasped, moaning as the pain rushed over her.
"You say what I do with my cock, so I say what you do with your cunt. You only fuck if I tell you. Got that?"
Inga gasped and her hips jerked as she came, her nipple throbbing in his fingers. "Yessss!"
"Good," Colin said and let go of her nipple.
He stood up and slid his arms around the hot little Swede.
As Angla stared at them, they kissed, their mouths locking. Finally they pulled away.
"Well, let's see what we can do with this bitch in the chair," Colin said.
"Let me put on new clothes," Inga said, sliding her hand over his cock, her lips close to his. "I got to get out of all this. She is now in bondage to me."
"Sure, baby. I'll just go and get acquainted with the lady.
"Hurt her!" Inga hissed, then turned away.
Angela saw Colin coming toward her, a grin on his face. He was pulling his shirt off and reaching for his pants.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angela moaned and gasped into the gag, weeping, as Colin took off his shirt. For some reason, she was relieved that he pulled his pants back on and stood there, looking at her.
"Let's hear what she has to say," he said quietly. "Take the gag out."
Angela trembled with fear as Roscoe reached for the lacy gloves that Inga had knotted around her face and ripped them apart with one heave of his immensely powerful hands. He pulled out the wet panty gag, throwing them aside.
Angela screamed, twisting in the chair, her parted thighs aching, her wrists feeling painful, her neck scraped with the rope.
"Let me go!" she wailed. "Let me go, what did I do to you?"
"Nothing yet," Colin said with a laugh, "but you're gonna do an awful lot."
He came closer, his hand running over Angela's soft red hair and she screamed again, trying to bite him.
"You stupid bitch," he said, pulling his hand away fast. He swung around, went back for the riding crop and returned fast, a hard look on his face, his eyes glaring. "You cunt-faced whore!"
"No, let me go! What are you doing?"
Angela screamed as he reached for the material of her gown and ripped at it. The thin garment tore across her shoulders and down, ripping away as he exposed her teddy and her magnificent tits bulging out of them.
"No, stop!" she screamed, but he ignored her and ran his hands over her tits. Angela could see that the bulge of his big thick cock was swelling again as his hands ran over her tit-flesh. There was nothing she could do to stop him.
He slid his hand over the lacy red top of her teddy, sliding the little garment down, revealing more and more of her soft tit-mounds. Angela's flesh cringed at the touch of his hands. All her revulsion against men was coming out, making her feel sick and weak with horror.
But nothing stopped him. He spread the top of her teddy under her tits, using it like a bra to shove her tits up, making them project even farther over the back of the chair.
"Well, what a choice of tits we got." Colin chuckled, running his hands over Angela's incredible tit-mounds. Her large heavy tits were pushed up, pressed almost painfully over the back of the chair. "You like those tits, Roscoe?"
"You bet, Colin!" Roscoe chuckled. "I wanna get my hands off 'em."
"Well," Colin said, "help yourself, feel her up. You can fuck her later."
"Hey, thanks, boss!" Suddenly Roscoe's massive hands were on Angela's tits, feeling, squeezing with brutal pressure.
"Nooooo! No, please!" Angela moaned, trying to struggle.
"What, you don't like my friend feeling your tits?" Colin tapped the crop on his hand.
"Get him off me!" Angela screamed.
"Sure. Roscoe, leave the lady alone. She don't want your hands on her."
"Sure, boss," Roscoe said, stepping back.
In the chair across the room, Glen hauled Brigitte to her feet and pulled her around behind it, pressing her face down over the back. She moaned, then pulled her dress up for him to get at her pussy more easily.
"My panties," she moaned. "I take them off for you."
"Don't you worry about your panties." Glen laughed. "I can take care of them. You just watch what that bitch is about to get. And you keep on being a very good little girl for us."
"Yes, yes! Oui, sir, yes!" Brigitte moaned, holding onto the arms of the chair as she was pressed down over the back, her ass up in the air.
Colin smiled at Angela. "Now, you just tell me when you want my friend to feel your tits."
Angela's chestnut hair tossed as she watched Colin slide the crop out and run it over her luscious tits, stroking it over her nipples. In rising terror, she struggled against the bonds.
"No!" she gasped in a hoarse croak.
"Yes," he whispered and lifted the crop.
Angela screamed as the terrible rod hovered her tits. She went cold all over. Then the crop lashed down, catching her right across the nipples. "Aaahhhh!"
She tossed wildly, sending the chair bucking and rolling until it began to topple over. Roscoe grabbed it and held it steady.
"Noooo, please, noooo!" she sobbed, staring down at the red line appearing across both her tits. Her nipples throbbed with a pain worse than she had ever known.
The crop whipped in. Agony erupted from her tits as the crop whipped them, leaving another red line across her aching tits. Her scream rang around the room as she jerked and tossed in helpless agony.
"Noooo, please! Don't! You can't do this to me, you can't!" She jerked as the crop beat into her soft tit-mounds again, lashing her nipples. "Uuuuurrrrrhhhh, please stop!"
"You gonna try and bite me again?" Colin lashed her tits hard, beating her nipples.
"Aaahhhh! No, no, I won't! I promise!" Angela screamed, jerking wildly in the chair.
"And do you want my friend to hold your tits?" Colin demanded, lashing her tits again.
Angela screeched. Her head spun, she couldn't answer the question. The idea of Roscoe handling her tits made her feel sick, almost worse than the pain.
"Well?" Colin asked, whipping Angela's massive tits once more.
As Angela screamed, Glen slid his hand into Brigitte's panties and started to rip them off. As Glen pulled, the seam started to tear, ripping, as Brigitte clutched the chair and wept, her head down, her long dark hair running over the cushion. Her panties tore away, pulling against the inside of her thighs as the final seam broke.
Brigitte gasped and moaned as Glen's hands ran over her ass and down into her pussy. He leaned against the sobbing little French girl.
"You want to get what she's getting?"
"No, please! I do whatever you want!" Brigitte moaned.
"Good, you're wet, that's good," Glen said. "Now get ready for a fucking."
"Oui! Yes, please!" Brigitte thrust her ass back at him as he slid his cock over her pussy-mound and down to her fuck-channel.
In truth, she was well-lubricated. Not only because of the jerk-off she had been forced into, but the sheer terror was making her excited in ways she couldn't understand. Her pussy trembled as Glen's massive fuck-rod pushed into her cunt, an inch at a time, working slowly, taking his time.
Brigitte gave another moan as Angela screamed. Glen's big thick cock filled her cunt and pushed her against the back of the chair. Her long stockinged legs trembled as he filled her fuck-hole, working his cock over her spasming cunt-walls as he watched Angela's suffering.
"Noooo, please, not that, please!" Angela screamed.
The crop lashed her nipples again, and she knew she couldn't take much more.
To make things worse for her, Inga came back, and she had indeed changed. She wore skin-tight black boots that went halfway up her thighs. Just above the tops was the hem of a flared black leather skirt, tied at the waist with a broad black belt. Above that, she wore a loose jacket that flapped open, revealing her tits at every turn. A black cap was pulled down over her eyes. In her hands, she carried a number of whips, most of which she dumped on the floor.
She walked straight up to Colin, sliding a single-tailed leather whip through her fingers.
"Good," Inga purred, looking at Angela's tortured tits. "The bitch hurts."
"She tried to bite me, and she won't let Roscoe touch her tits."
Inga snickered and took hold of one of Angela's nipples, twisting it hard. "You like a woman doing that?"
Angela screamed.
"Why, she lezzy?" Colin asked.
"She's nothing," Inga snarled, twisting Angela's nipple again. "She made us suck her pussy, but she never come. She's just a bitch. She's gonna suck my ass!"
Pain rushed out of Angela's nipple as Inga twisted it. Inga stepped back and Colin lined the crop up on her tits again.
Colin whipped her tits, beating her tit-mounds against the back of the chair. Her once-creamy-white tits were now bruised and red with pain. But the crop was lashing in again and she knew she couldn't take it.
"Yes, yes, he can feel me!" Angela screamed as another blow slashed across her tit-mounds. She jerked, the rope cutting across the back of her neck painfully.
Colin grinned. "Beg."
"Please, let him feel me!" Angela sobbed, shame rising over her at this terrible betrayal.
"Okay," Colin said, "have a good feel, Roscoe."
Roscoe gave a growl of lust and ran his hands over Angela's tits, his enormous cock pressing out against the front of his pants.
"You want her to give you a blow-job, Roscoe?" Colin asked.
"Oooooh, boss, that would be great!" Roscoe gasped, his fingers rolling Angela's nipples until she screamed again in pain.
"Sure, anything you want." Colin chuckled. "Just have yourself a good feel and we'll get to work on her."
Angela broke out into shudders of agony. She simply couldn't take a man's cock in her mouth, she would rather die. It was that simple. It was bad enough taking a man's cock in her cunt. She broke down even further as she watched Colin and Inga playing together. Inga was holding him, sliding her leg up against his, her hot cunt pushing against his thigh.
"You wanna get fucked real bad, don't you?" Colin whispered.
"No, I wanna be fucked more than that," Inga moaned, rubbing her tits against his chest.
"You want to fuck while they work her over?" he asked.
Inga purred with delight. "Yessss! Yessss, I want to hear her scream!"
"As much as you like, honey," Colin promised.
"But I make her suck cock." Inga slid the whip through her fingers. "I want to make her scream."
"Sure, honey," Colin replied, sliding his hands over her thrusting tits. "Then we'll fuck and watch."
"Yessss!" Inga turned back to where Angela knelt in the chair, sobbing as Roscoe ran his massive hands over her tits.
Angela wept. Her tits ached. The brutal caress of Roscoe's hands was burning her tit-flesh, making her groan.
Inga smiled nastily. "You ready to suck some cock?"
Angela shuddered, her head jerking, the rope rubbing against the back of her neck. This was the point of no return, she knew it.
"Nooooo!" she moaned. "No, I won't! I don't care what you do to me!"
"You will," Inga promised.
Roscoe worked her nipples hard, sending Angela into spasms of shrieking pain.
Inga ripped Angela's robe away, tearing the lacy fabric, until Angela was bound in the chair in nothing but her teddy and stockings. The bound widow sobbed.
"Hey, Colin," Inga said, "she sure got a nice ass, huh?"
Angela shrieked as Inga ran her hand over her ass.
Inga worked her fingers down between Angela's thighs, reaching for her pussy. She no longer was the little slave maid obeying her mistress. Inga was pleasing herself, and Angela screamed in horror as the blonde's fingers slid inside the teddy and caressed her pussy.
"Go on," Inga said to Colin, "feel the bitch. She's got a great cunt."
"Please, no, no!" Angela sobbed, but Colin worked his hand into the crack of her pussy and ran his fingers over her flesh, stroking her cunt. "No, don't do it!"
Angela screamed, but his fingers dug deeper, working into her pussy-crack, feeling for the tight entrance to her cunt. Roscoe still ran his hands over her red, whipped tit-flesh.
"But don't you want Colin to feel your cunt?" Inga suddenly hissed into Angela's ear.
Angela threw her head back and screamed.
"Don't, please, nooooo!"
Inga chuckled, sliding the tail of the whip through her fingers. "You do everything, bitch, everything. And I will whip you until you do. And more than whip, you see. Now, beg to suck Roscoe's cock, he really wants you."
Inga went behind Angela and the helplessly bound woman screamed again, staring down at the enormous bulge in Roscoe's pants. The idea of taking that horrible thing in her mouth was more than she could take. She broke into sobs as she felt Colin work a finger into her pussy, rasping it over her dry pussy walls. She nearly fainted.
Glen gripped Brigitte's long dark hair as he pushed his cock into her pussy. His enormous cock-shaft rammed deep into her cunt, scraping over her wet pussy walls. Brigitte wept, her legs trembling as she held them apart for him, her hands gripping the chair arms as she was fucked.
Jack glanced at Brigitte, but most of the time he watched Angela being tortured, his eyes alight with lust, his cock pushed out at the front of his pants.
"Hey, little girl, don't you love to be fucked?" Glen laughed as he fucked the little maid with his huge cock. He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back as he rammed his prick into her fuck-hole.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes! Oui!" Brigitte screamed, her wonderfully large tits jerking around as she was being fucked.
She gasped as Glen's massive cock reamed out her cunt, sending shudders of lust through her body. She had been frustrated for too long, just like Inga, and now Glen's cock was getting her juices flowing. He growled with lust, slamming his cock deep into her fuck channel. He let go of her hair, then slid his hands down and onto her tits, gripping them painfully, pulling Brigitte back against him as he fucked her, twisting her soft tit-mounds until she moaned with pain.
But nothing stopped his cock from slamming in and out of her cunt. She moaned and wept, gasping, as her pussy began to spasm around his cock, sucking at his shaft, bringing him close to shooting.
"Yeaahhh, bitch!" Glen roared, his ass jerking harder as he rammed his cock into her cunt. "Now watch this bitch get hers, baby! Watch her get it!"
Glen yelled with lust as the cum boiled in his balls, getting ready to surge into Brigitte's hot cunt. But his eyes were on Angela.
Angela knelt on the chair, her tits still thrusting over the back, her hands tied brutally behind her back. Roscoe worked her tits, a grin of lust on his face, his cock pressing against the front of his pants.
Behind her, Colin crouched, rubbing her pussy, driving the bound woman into a screaming fit of humiliation. He looked back at Inga, who was curling the whip in the air, her eyes on Angela's swelling ass.
"You sure you can do this?" he asked.
"Make a mark on her ass, I land this within a centimeter," Inga snarled.
"Okay, baby." Colin chuckled and raked his thumbnail over the swelling mound of Angela's ass, scratching an indentation.
Inga swung the whip.
Angela had no idea what they were doing until the knotted tail of the whip cut into her ass-flesh, right over the mark that Colin had made. At the same moment, Colin shoved his finger hard into her cunt and Roscoe twisted her nipples.
"Eeeuuhhh!" Angela jerked in the chair, agony rushing out of her ass, surging all over her body.
"Fuck, you're good," Colin said, working his finger deeper into Angela's cunt.
"Better than you think!" Inga snapped, lashing Angela again.
The thin tail of the whip cut her ass-flesh, beating through the teddy, tearing the fabric with the viciousness of the blow. Angela rocked violently in pain, her scream echoing from the walls. Her tits throbbed as tears rushed out of her eyes.
"Noooo, stop! Please, stop!"
"Show her your cock, Roscoe," Inga said, "show her what she's gonna suck."
She whipped Angela's other asscheek, the lash of the whip tearing Angela's teddy again.
"Sure," Roscoe smiled. He let go of Angela's tits and unzipped his pants.
Angela sobbed. Her pussy throbbed as Colin pushed his finger in and out of her fuck-hole, shoving it in as he saw the whip coming down on her ass, then holding it deep in her cunt as the whip-tail withdrew.
Angela saw Roscoe's cock for the first time. It was enormous, a foot of solid fuck meat, standing out from his loins like a massive skewer, pointing right at her mouth.
"You like it, lady?" He chuckled. "I got a lot of chicks wanna get a cunt full of this."
He slowly rubbed his cock as he watched Angela get another stroke of the whip.
Angela couldn't take that thing in her mouth, it wouldn't go past her lips! The whip landed on her ass and she screamed in agony again, her eyes misted with tears.
"Heeeeey, Colin! Can I see his cock?" Inga asked, lashing Angela again.
"Like 'em big, huh?" Colin chuckled.
Inga grinned and stopped lashing Angela. She knelt down close to Colin. She chuckled and kissed him. "Please, let me fuck that cock a little."
As Angela wept and Roscoe stood obediently, stroking his cock and waiting, Colin slid his finger in and out of Angela's cunt and grinned at Inga.
"I'll whip you if you fuck that cock," he promised.
Inga gave a gurgle of lust, then kissed his neck.
"You got a deal, baby, you whip me any time I fuck another cock. Or even look at another cock." Inga handed him the whip. "Keep her screaming."
Colin grinned and stood up. "I'll need some practice with this. I ain't used to them this long."
Inga walked over to Roscoe, her little black leather skirt flicking as she pranced. She took his massive prick in one hand and hauled Angela's head up by her hair with the other.
"You like cock?" she jeered.
Angela sobbed, then screamed, as Colin whipped her ass. He wasn't as good as Inga with the whip, but the leather landed painfully across her ass, beating another curling line into her whipped flesh.
"I show you what to do with cock like this." Inga laughed. "Hold her hair, Roscoe."
Inga bent down and slid her mouth over Roscoe's enormous cockhead. Roscoe stood there, his eyes bulging as she worked her mouth lower, taking his prick deeper between her lips.
Colin whipped harder and Angela screamed, her body jerking helplessly, her hair being pulled painfully by Roscoe's iron grip.
"Yeah!" Colin laughed. "I get it now, it's all in the swing."
He whipped Angela again and the bound woman went out of her mind. She was close to breaking, still forced to watch Inga demonstrate her incredibly cocksucking ability.
The blonde's mouth moved down Roscoe's cockshaft. Deeper and deeper his cock went.
The whip lashed across Angela's ass, and she shrieked in agony.
Inga's throat bulged, and Roscoe's enormous prick worked deeper, his shaft vanishing slowly between the blonde's sucking lips.
"Beg to suck it!" Colin snapped, whipping Angela hard.
Each blow landed harder, lashing Angela's ass into a crimson mass of pulped flesh.
"Noooooooo!" Angela screamed, her eyes misty with pain, her body shaking, as she watched Inga's mouth work down Roscoe's prickshaft, taking more and more of his hard flesh.
"You say no one more time and you'll regret it!" Colin snarled. "Now suck him!"
He whipped Angela's ass with all the force he had. Her teddy tore once more, revealing more of her red, whipped ass-flesh.
Angela saw Inga's lips moving deeper on Roscoe's cock, her throat bulging, her tongue working over the hard flesh. She wept bitterly, but she knew she could never take a cock in her mouth, never. She would rather die.
"Noooooo!" she screeched.
CHAPTER FIVE
Glen grabbed Brigitte's tits harder as his cock went out of control in the little French maid's cunt. He fucked her, yelling with the power of his release as the bolts of cum rushed out of his balls.
"Yeaaaahhhh! Love it, baby?" he bellowed, twisting her nipples as the jizz burst out of his cock slit and splashed into Brigitte's sucking pussy walls.
Brigitte screamed as the jets of cum burst into her cunt. Her nipples throbbed painfully, and her cunt spasmed around his shooting cock. She gasped as the sudden rush of orgasm pulsed through her. Her large tits thrust at his hands, her ass jerked back, heaving at his cock as it plunged deep into her fuck channel.
Brigitte hated the thought that she was coming in the hands of such a brute, but she was. Her pussy sucked at his prick as it pumped out another stream of cum, her ass jerked as she spasmed. She groaned, feeling his cock thrusting deep in her cunt, slamming to the top of her pussy as it shot more streams of hot salty cock-goo.
"Come on, bitch! Admit it! You're coming!" Glen yelled, his cock jerking in her cunt, his stream of cum dwindling rapidly.
He held her pinned to the chair as she wept and moaned, her cunt sucking at his prick, giving her away as she climaxed in low pulsations of lust.
"Admit it, bitch! Admit it!"
"Please, please, no pain!" Brigitte sobbed, collapsing across the chair as Glen's stream of cum ran out and he held her tits in his hands.
His cock still throbbed a little in her wet cunt. With a low roar of frustration, he hauled her upright and gripped her by the front of her little maid's costume.
"Yes, yes, oui!" she wept. "I came! I came!"
"Better," Glen growled. "I can't stand little cunts who lie, you know that?"
"Oui, yes, yes!" she sobbed. "I won't lie! I won't!"
"Okay, now you get out there and you strip for me and Jack. You make it good, 'cause if I ain't hard by the end of it, your ass will be real hot, got that?"
"Oui, yes, I will!" Brigitte sobbed.
She turned to face the two men. Behind her, Angela was just about to get the punishment for her refusal to suck Roscoe's cock. Brigitte sobbed and her fingers went to her belt.
Angela screamed as the whip cut into her asscheeks. She tossed in the chair, her tits aching, her neck sore with the rope around it, her ass burning with all the fires of hell.
Inga slid her mouth down the enormous length of Roscoe's cock. He stared, glassy-eyed, at Angela's magnificent tits.
"Do you know what we're gonna do now, you stuck-up little cunt?" Colin yelled, lashing Angela's ass cheeks.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Please, let me go!" Angela sobbed. "I've got money, you can have money!"
Colin laughed. "We'll take what we want of that."
He whipped her again, the single-plaited tail biting into her ass.
"Now, bitch, lemme tell you what we're gonna do." The whip curled and Angela screamed. "Inga's gonna suck Roscoe off, all over your shitty face!"
"Aaahh, no please!"
"Then you're gonna stick him off," Colin promised, "and we're gonna give you lots of time to do it. You ready for cum on the face?"
"Aaahhhh! Please!" Angela screamed as the whip cut into her swelling ass cheeks again.
The chair almost tipped over. Angela saw Inga, she was bent at the waist, her mouth sliding down the length of Roscoe's cock, her little leather dress rucked up over her ass. She bobbed her head down the solid length of Roscoe's enormous fucker.
The whip cut Angela's ass again, and she wanted to die in the mixture of pain and shame that rushed over her. She knew she would die when Roscoe's cum shot into her face.
"You ready, Inga?" Colin yelled, his arm flashing the whip.
Angela jerked and screamed as the whip cut into her ass.
Very slowly Inga slid her mouth up Roscoe's cock, inching it up his cockshaft. She went on up until her lips were just around his cockhead, the massive prickhead filling her mouth. She gurgled with lust, her fingers working Roscoe's throbbing cockshaft, then she eased her mouth up until her lips were just running over the tip of his cock.
"Yeahhh," Inga purred. "Ohhhh, just tell me when and I'll shoot this all over her shitty face."
She lowered her mouth again, sucking the hot cockhead, her tongue swirling around, her fingers running up and down his shuddering shaft. She knew what she was doing. She made her sucking and cock-rubbing slow, keeping Roscoe on the edge of coming, not quite letting him go over yet.
"Yeaaaaah!" Colin chuckled, lashing Angela's ass. "Lemme get up speed and we'll give this shitty cunt something to think about."
He began to lash the whip in constant circles, so that it whipped into Angela's ass and swung back at once, lashing in again so fast that it was beating her continuously.
"Go for it, baby!" he yelled.
Angela was sure the end of her life was coming. The pain rose, breaking over her body, surging higher, her ass pulsating. Her screams were constant, ringing around the room.
A terrified Brigitte slid her dress slowly down, revealing the delights of her young body to Glen and Jack. Glen snapped at her to strip even more slowly since he and Jack wanted to watch what happened to Angela. Brigitte froze, her dress around her knees. She spread her legs, running her fingers in her pussy, which seemed to please them.
Below Angela's face, Inga worked her mouth down the entire length of Roscoe's cock, sliding her lips to the base of his enormous fucker, her throat bulging to the limit by the size of his cockshaft. Her head bobbed and thrust, working down his cockhead, rubbing it over her throbbing throat as she sucked the cum out of his surging balls.
Suddenly Roscoe leaned back. His hand went out and grabbed Angela by her lovely chestnut hair and his cock surged harder in Inga's throat.
"Uurrrhhhh!" he roared. "Yeahhh! Ohhhh, fuck!" He jerked and yelled, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of Inga's sucking throat.
Inga felt the cum rush out of his balls, and she gave a final deep thrust of her mouth. As Roscoe roared with lust and Colin whipped Angela's ass, Inga worked her mouth back up Roscoe's cock, holding her lips over his cockhead as the jizz surged up his cocktube.
Angela screamed as she struggled in the chair.
Suddenly Inga pulled away, and Angela was left staring at the massive cockhead of Roscoe's jerking cock. For a moment everything stood still for the bound widow. She stared in horror.
Roscoe roared and Inga's fingers slid up and down his cockshaft, rubbing as fast as his cock throbbed.
"Yaaaahhh!" Roscoe bellowed.
A stream of cum burst out of his cock, shooting out like a geyser erupting.
Angela saw the terrible rush of cum. She tried to pull her head away, but Roscoe's grip on her hair held her in place.
The cum shot up and splattered all over Angela's open mouth and cheeks. The horrible, salty goo spewed into her mouth, and she tried to close her lips against the stream of cock juice, but the pain was too much. Another lash of the whip, and she screamed just as another jet of fuck-juice splattered her face, pouring into her mouth and down her chin.
"Yeahh, look at the bitch!" Inga crowed, working Roscoe's cock, directing the stream of spunk onto Angela's face. "Take it, shithead!"
Inga worked her fingers under her little leather shirt and rubbed her pussy, watching as Angela screamed and sobbed in pain and horror, her face covered with cum.
"Uuurrrrhhh!" Roscoe growled as his prick shot the stream of jism into Angela's mouth. The cum spewed out of his balls in hot thick streams. He gasped, his grip on Angela's hair twisting her head whichever way he wanted.
"Now take it off!" Glen snapped.
At once, Brigitte obeyed, sliding her black dress down, taking the little apron with it. She dropped it and went for the layers of petticoats. She peeled them down as Glen watched, his cock getting harder by the moment, his hand slowly rubbing his thick prick.
Angela felt her whole body going crazy, agony throbbing out of her ass, disgust seething over her as the last of Roscoe's cum gushed into her face, running down her cheeks and into her mouth. It was all so perverted and degrading as well as agonizing.
The last shot of Roscoe's cum burst into her face, then it stopped. She was left bound on the chair, sobbing in absolute horror.
Inga guided Roscoe's limp cock to Angela's lips, running the cummy prickhead over her face, making Angela scream again.
"Suck it, bitch!" Inga laughed, pushing Roscoe's prickhead at her mouth.
Angela sobbed and gritted her teeth, trying to pull her head away from his prick.
"Let her be," Colin said as he curled the whip in his hands. "She's got enough coming. She'll lick cock soon enough."
Angela's asscheeks burned in total agony, but there was something else there-a warmth, almost sensual in the way it throbbed and surged through her body. She wept, cum running down her face and across her lips as she tried to keep it from getting into her mouth. The taste on her tongue made her want to spit it out. But she knew that would bring more punishment, so she tried to swallow it, get rid of the terrible salty taste. But the taste lingered.
Glen smiled. "Come here, bitch."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte almost rushed to him.
She stood trembling in front of Glen, her tits heaving out of the top of her slip. Glen reached for her petticoat.
Brigitte reached for the tie, trying to help him. He slapped her across her tits, beating them back and forth twice.
"Did I tell you to help!" he snapped. "No, no, sorry, sir."
He undipped the petticoat and let it drop, nodding to show Brigitte to step out of it. "Nice."
"Fuck," Colin grinned, "I wish I'd make you take them off like that."
"I tear them off!" Inga spat, sliding her finger over Angela's cum-smeared face, pushing a gob of it at her mouth.
Angela wailed and turned away as far as the rope around her neck would let her.
"Don't be impatient, baby," Colin said, and Inga stopped.
"Wow, that's nice," Glen said, running his hands up Brigette's body, starting at her stocking tops and running up to her swelling ass.
Brigitte stood, eyes down, as she sobbed softly. Then he was back at her tits, stroking them, caressing the perfect curves.
"You'll do anything to avoid the whip?"
"Oui, anything, sir!" she wept.
"Go and lick the cum off her face."
Brigitte started to turn.
Instantly Glen's fingers tightened on her nipples.
She gave a moan and swung back. "Sorry, sir. May I go?"
"Very good, you're learning. Yes, you can go."
In her little white slip and black stockings, Brigitte went over to Angela. She knelt and started to move her soft mouth to Angela's face, avoiding Angela's eyes.
"Nooooo!" Angela pulled away.
Instantly the whip cracked, and Angela screamed, jerking in the chair.
"Let her do it," Colin warned, "or I'll start on your tits again."
Angela screamed again as he lashed her. She didn't need to be reminded of the pain in her tits and what it would feel like if she defied them.
Brigitte moved closer, and this time Angela gave in and let the little French maid lick the cum from her face.
"Better," Colin said.
All of them gathered around to watch the two women. Angela wept as Brigitte licked at her face, taking off the cum and swallowing it. She held still, her whole body aching from the tortures she had been forced to endure.
"Get that stuff off her mouth!" Colin snapped. "And kiss her, bitch!"
Angela shuddered as Brigitte's mouth moved to hers. Brigitte's tongue licked out, taking the cum that clung to Angela's lips. The little maid finished licking off the cum and pulled away, looking up at Glen.
"Was that good enough, sir?"
Glen nodded. "Now come here and wait."
Brigitte got up at once and went over to him, standing submissively at his side.
Colin leaned over the sobbing, gasping Angela. "Now, I'm a good guy, so I'll give you one last chance to suck Roscoe's cock. Do it before I count to five or you won't escape anything. One."
Angela screamed as she stared at Roscoe's cock. It had gone down a little after shooting, but not much. The almost twelve inches of fuck meat were twitching, getting harder by the moment.
"Two."
"I can't!"
"Three."
"Please-no!"
"Four."
"Nooooooo!"
Colin turned away.
Angela broke into sobs of horror.
Inga appeared, carrying some clamps that made Angela shudder with despair. They were little clamps, with screws through them just behind the jaws. But, attached to the screws were little electric motors.
"What the fuck are they?" Colin asked.
"You watch," Inga said, "I carry these everywhere, you got to learn to use them. I need them sometime."
"Please, no, please!" Angela sobbed.
Inga took hold of one of her tits, caressing it, moving her fingers over the crinkled bud of Angela's nipple. Angela moaned, the remains of her little teddy wet with sweat. As Inga worked her nipples, they got harder and stood out more from her areolas. Angela began to moan with a dark, hidden knowledge of what the terrible clamps might do.
Inga gave Angela's nipple a last twist. "There, now, watch, honey."
"Nooo, nooo!" Angela screeched.
Inga took one of the clamps and slid it over the nipple, the small jaws just rasping over her flesh. Angela begged and pleaded, but Inga held the clamp on her nipple-bud and twisted the screw.
"Uuuurrrhhhh!" Angela groaned as the jaws bit, chewing into her nipple, sending a surging rush of pain through her tit and into her body. "Nooo, please, I'll do it, I'll suck him!"
"Too late, honey," Inga said as she tested the clamp.
"Nooo, please-aaagghhhh!"
Inga gave the clamp another twist. The terrible agony rushed out of Angela's nipple, and she gasped in pain. She shuddered in the chair, shaking with pain.
"There," Inga said as she let the clamp go and it swung from Angela's nipple, jerking with the terrible thrashing of the bound woman. "Now, watch this."
With the motors, the clamp was heavy enough to pull Angela's nipple down, drawing it out from her tit. Angela sobbed and wept as the churning pain rushed over her, then she stared as Inga pulled out a little black box.
"See?" Inga said. "You can work it in and out like this."
She pressed a lever and the motor whirred.
Angela jerked upright in the chair, screaming as the jaws tightened, crushing her nipple.
She writhed as the motor whirred and closed the screw, sending her into spasms of awful pain.
"Please, I'll do it, I'll suck his cock!" she wailed.
Inga turned the lever the other way, giving Angela a little relief.
"Or," Inga said, "you can do this."
She pressed a button. The motor whirred, the jaws tightened, sending Angela screaming in agony again, then the motor eased off, retreating, pulling the jaws back open again.
"Nice sharp pain," Inga commented, "great fun."
"Please!" Angela wept.
As Inga clamped Angela's other nipple, Glen took hold of Brigitte. He led her to the bed and pushed her onto it. She crouched there, waiting, head down as he climbed on.
"Make me comfortable." He leaned back against the pillows and Brigitte tucked them behind him, making sure he was comfortable and could see what was going on. "Now take my pants off and give me a good time. Use your tits, I wanna fuck 'em."
Brigitte reached for his belt.
Angela screamed as the clamp tightened on her other nipple, biting into her sensitive flesh.
She jerked in the chair. Her wide-open thighs ached, though that was nothing to the pain that surged out of her clamped nipples.
"Please, don't, I'll do what you want!"
Inga grinned and stood up, thrusting the box in front of Angela's horrified face. "You see this, bitch? This is going to give you much pain, until you suck Roscoe off and beg to be fucked. To be fucked sooo much."
"Please, please!" Angela wept, staring down at the terrible clamps that swung from her nipples, dragging her tits down with their heavy weight.
Inga pressed the switch on the box and the clamps whirred tighter and relaxed, making Angela scream again.
"No worry," Inga said nastily, "now you get some more pain, bitch. I'm going to whip your pussy, right in your pussy, bitch, until you beg to suck Roscoe's cock."
"All right, I'll! suck this cock!"
"Please?" Inga said, pushing the button again.
"Aaaahhh! I'll suck his cock-please let me suck his cock!"
"Funny," Inga said, "I can't hear you, not until I want to, bitch, so scream as hard as you like."
She laughed and went behind Angela.
Angela tried to turn around to see what Inga was doing, but she could only see Colin standing there, grinning at her pain and terror.
On the bed, Brigitte leaned over Glen's prick, running her tits over his swollen cockflesh, holding her luscious fleshy tit-mounds around it, listening to Angela's screams that reminded her of the punishment for any refusal. She moaned and licked her tongue over his cockhead as it eased out of her pressed-together tits. Then she let his rock-hard prick slide back between her tits as she moaned and kissed his lower belly, her mouth warm on his skin.
Angela twisted in the chair, her thighs trembling.
"I'll suck your cock!" she screamed at Roscoe as he stood there, working his prick, ignoring her. "Please, let me suck his cock!"
Angela heard Inga chuckling.
Angela listened, biting her lip, her tits aching with agony. She heard a slight swishing sound, then the tail of the whip cracked right between her spread thighs and lashed into her pussy. An agony worse than she had ever known erupted from her cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yeaahhh!" Colin yelled as he watched the tail of the whip curl downward, then flick up with terrible force, cracking viciously into Angela's soft pussy. Only the last couple of inches of the tail hit, but that was more than enough to send Angela into a terrible paroxysm of pain.
She tensed on the chair, her body heaving against the ropes, almost sending the chair toppling over. Agony gushed from her clit, seething in her body, as she strained against the ropes, her head thrown back.
On the bed, Brigitte moaned as she licked Glen's cockhead, her hands tightening on her lovely soft tits. She rubbed his cock harder between her tit-mounds, her tongue flicking desperately over his prick.
"Behave baby," he said. "Give me everything I ask for."
"Oui, yes, sir!" the little French maid wept as she kept his cock between her tits, his thick round cockhead emerging from the top of her cleavage as she licked and caressed it.
"Please, no, please, let me suck his cock!" Angela screamed.
"Sorry, what did you say?" Inga yelled as she swung the whip, the tail flicking into Angela's unprotected pussy.
"Eeeeuuhhh! Please let me suck his cock!" Angela screamed, her body echoing with pain.
"I'm teaching you pain, bitch!" Inga screamed, her free hand on her pussy, rubbing her wet cunt-flesh as she held her little black skirt up. She swung the whip again, and Angela jerked as the last two inches of the tail bit into her pussy-flesh with terrifying accuracy.
"Aaaaahhh! Please help meee!" Angela screamed, twisting in the bonds, the ropes biting into her neck, thighs and wrists.
"Tell me what you want to do!" Inga screamed, lashing out the whip.
Angela wailed, her body on fire with agony, her thighs shaking with the power of the blow that bit into her clit. Her teddy split for the last time and the sides fell away, leaving nothing between the whip and her soft flesh.
"Please, let me suck his cock!" she wept, straining against the ropes. Inga swung the whip, and Angela gave another scream, but nowhere as powerful, for the tail just skimmed over her asscheeks as it flicked around the hanging strip of her teddy. Inga pulled, and the teddy split right up the side, ripping away, one whole side flying onto the floor.
"You want your dick sucked, Roscoe?" Inga yelled, lashing the whip in again, curling the tail around the other side of Angela's teddy, ripping that away.
"Yeah, miss, yeahhh!" he growled, staring at Angela, his hand on his cock.
"It isn't hard yet, is it?" Inga hissed, the whip cutting into Angela's pussy, getting one more horrible scream of pain from the bound woman.
"Get it hard, bitch!" Inga screamed, beating Angela's pussy, jerking the sobbing, screaming woman upright again.
Angela stared at the massive cockhead that was suddenly quivering close to her lips. The whip lashed her pussy again, driving her into a screaming fit of horror, but still she couldn't bring herself to lower her mouth that inch or so and lick Roscoe's swollen cockmeat.
"Get it hard, bitch!" Inga screamed in rising fury, lashing Angela's pussy again. She slid her hands over her own hot cuntal flesh, moaning with lust as she watched Angela's suffering.
Angela's cunt was crimson. Her pussy lips throbbed in horrible agony, a pain that matched anything that had throbbed from her beaten ass. She screamed as she stared at Roscoe's massive cockhead. It was so swollen that she was sure it wouldn't even go into her mouth, but finally she lowered her head and licked over the hard flesh. It was hot and salty, and she moaned in horror, but another beat of the whip stopped her from pulling away. She jerked and screamed, the whip cutting into her clit, the electric agony spasming all over her.
"Can I make her suck it, boss?" Roscoe gasped, staring down as the bound woman licked his cockhead.
"Make her do what you want, Roscoe," Colin said, sitting down in another chair and picking up the black control box.
The whip cut her ass and Angela jumped and screamed, the pain soaring through her body. She moaned as Roscoe grabbed a handful of her lovely chestnut hair and rammed his cockhead at her lips. The whip lashed her. She screamed and her mouth went over his cockhead, taking the massive round ball between her lips.
"Yeah, boss, that's nice!" Roscoe sighed as Angela gagged on his prickhead, her mouth full of hard cockmeat.
"Make her suck you real good," Colin said, turning the control box in his hands, waiting, grinning at Inga.
"Suck him, bitch!" Inga yelled, whipping into Angela's cunt, rubbing her pussy hard, staring at the helplessly bound woman. Inga shuddered and came, her tits heaving out of the sides of her jacket in her excitement.
Angela jerked against Roscoe's hand, but he held her lips around his prickhead and pushed it deep, filling her mouth with hard cock. Her screams of pain bubbled out from around his fucker as the whip lashed her pussy again, driving the agony harder into her helpless body. She spasmed, her mouth around Roscoe's prick, sucking at it as the whip lashed her spread pussy.
As the next whip cut lashed into Angela's ass, Colin pushed the button on the control box. The motors whirred and the clamps tightened viciously, mashing Angela's nipples before they eased off again.
Angela had forgotten about the clamps because of the agony of her pussy. Suddenly the vicious pain rushed out of her nipples, throbbing through her body as the whip landed, sending more agony to her tits, making her scream with agony.
Colin and Inga did it again, Colin timing the surge of the clamps to the moment the whip landed on Angela's cunt. The double agony surged over the bound widow, mashing her guts into knots. Her raw scream of pain gurgled out from around Roscoe's cock as she jerked and his hands held her pinned to his cock.
"Suck it, you whore!" he snarled.
Angela desperately obeyed, her soft mouth running over his throbbing prickhead.
The whip landed, the nipple-clamps whirred tighter and relaxed. Angela's scream rang out and the knots tightened in her guts, twisting and squirming through her body. But, suddenly that strange feeling she'd had before was back, burning again. A sensuous agony overcame the pain of the whip and clamps. The whip lashed her, the clamps bit into her nipples, and she spasmed in the chair, her mouth sinking over Roscoe's cock. The whip and the nipple-clamps were working on her, churning in her guts.
Her mouth slid deeper on Roscoe's cock, sucking with soft rolling motions at the rock-hard head of his cock while her ass jerked to the pulse of the whip and her tits throbbed with the agony of the clamps. Her body began to spasm with feelings she had never known before.
"Suck my cock, you whore!" Roscoe yelled as he forced his bone-hard fucker into her mouth. He grinned at Colin. "This is great, boss! She's sucking good now!"
"You bet," Colin said, pressing the control button again, watching as Angela spasmed in the chair. "You want her to suck you off?"
"Hey, boss, that'd be great!" Roscoe gasped, heaving his fuck-rod at Angela's mouth.
"Can you wait a bit to fuck this whore?"
Colin yelled over to Jack.
"Sure. I got things to do, I can wait." Jack picked up a massive dildo from the pile of things in the middle of the room and grinned at Glen. "Yeah?"
Glen grinned and nodded, waiting as the obedient little Brigitte sucked his cockhead, her mouth running over her own big tits. Then, as she let his cock slide back between her luscious tit-mounds, he gripped her hair and pulled her tear-stained face up to his.
"Are you willing to do anything?" he asked. "Anything to stop the whip?"
"Oui, sir, yes!' Brigitte wept. Her soft lips went down to his cockhead as it slid between her tits again.
Glen let her suck his cock as he laughed lightly. "Ready to take this up the ass?"
Brigitte moaned, lifting her head as he pulled at her hair. "W-what, sir?"
Glen grinned, and Jack shoved the enormous dildo under the little maid's nose.
Brigitte screamed. The dildo was over a foot long and as thick as her arm. There were straps at the base. She could guess what the straps were for.
"Please, please, no, please, sir!"
"Fine," Glen said, "we'll whip you instead."
"No, please, no, sir! I don't take pain, I can't, please! I take it, I take it!"
Brigitte sobbed and sank her mouth over Glen's cockhead, sucking and weeping with horror.
"Get your ass up," Glen said, laughing and winking at Jack.
With a moan of submission, Brigitte knelt up on the bed, her lovely tight asscheeks thrust up, the crack between them wide open to Jack's fingers. He ran his hand over her ass-flesh, sliding the hem of her little slip up, out of the way, revealing the perfection of her ass.
Jack grinned and picked up a tube of vaseline. "You wanna do this yourself, baby?"
He pushed the dildo and the vaseline under Brigitte's nose again.
"Keep your mouth on my cock!" Glen snapped and the helpless little maid sobbed even louder.
"No, sir, you do it!" she wept, licking Glen's cock as it shoved out from the cleavage of her magnificent tits.
"Oh, I won't do it," Jack laughed, "I'll just ram it up dry. You want that?"
Brigitte gave a gurgling scream and reached for the dildo and the vaseline. It was very difficult to keep her mouth on Glen's cock as she worked open the tube and smeared vaseline over the enormous length of the dildo. But she had to do it. She managed to lubricate the dildo from one end to the other, her trembling fingers running over the hard dildo shaft.
"Thanks, honey," Jack said, laughing as he took the enormous dildo back from the trembling maid. He took it and held it tightly, running the vaselined tip over Brigitte's ass. She sobbed harder, her mouth around Glen's cock, sucking for all she was worth, trying to ignore the horror about to happen to her.
Jack worked the head of the dildo into Brigitte's tight ass entrance. She moaned and sobbed, her mouth going deeper on Glen's cock, but he took hold of her hair and hauled her face up.
"Tell us how much you want us to stuff that up your ass."
"Uuurrhh-yes, sir! Oui, sir, yes!" Brigitte wept as her ass tightened up against the invasion of the dildo.
Jack shoved, and the head of the dildo worked into her ass, pushing her ass-muscles open.
Brigitte gasped, her eyes bugging out, her body trembling, her skin breaking out with sweat as the enormous dildo worked into her ass.
"Beg for more!" Glen laughed, running his cock over Brigitte's lips.
"Please, sir-uurrghrghrhh! Please, stick it in me more!" Brigitte sobbed, her ass jerking and trembling around the head of the dildo.
Jack laughed cruelly and slammed the dildo deeper, pushing several more inches of the hard rubber into Brigitte's shitter.
She screamed, her fingers gripping Glen's cock until her knuckles were white, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Want more?" Glen grinned, his cock throbbing in her hands.
"Aaahhuuugg! Yes, oui, sir!" Brigitte moaned. "Oh, sir, it hurt, it huuuuurrrtttt! Aaagghghhh!"
She gasped and almost let go of Glen's cock in her agony as Jack rammed almost six more inches of the dildo into her ass. It entered easily on the vaseline, but that didn't save her any of the pain. She gurgled, sinking her mouth over Glen's cockhead in her agony.
"You rather be whipped?" Glen pulled her head back up, staring into the maid's eyes.
"Uuuurrghhh! No, sir, noooo! Please, sir, no!"
"Then beg for it." Glen grinned, stroking his cock over her lips again.
"Please, more, please-aaaauuuggg!"
The helpless girl almost collapsed over Glen's cock as Jack rammed the rest of the dildo into her ass. The enormously thick rod was stuck into her shitter for over a foot of its length and only a couple of inches stuck out of her ass. Jack rammed the last inches in, and Brigitte shuddered, her mouth running over Glen's cockshaft, her ass jerking and throbbing.
"Now, isn't that better?" Glen asked, gripping her hair, dragging her head up and down his cock.
"Uurrggghh! Yessss, sir, yessss!"
"Now get on with your sucking," Glen said.
Brigitte obeyed at once, sliding her mouth over his prickhead, sucking at it. Her moans emerged from around his prickhead, and her body shuddered in constant spasms as Jack tied off the dildo by sliding the straps around her thighs and tightening them. The dildo was trapped in her ass, rammed right into her guts, her shitter throbbing and spasming around its enormous length. She sucked at Glen's cock, sliding it in and out between her tits, her tongue working feverishly on it as she tried to please her terrible masters.
But her problems were nothing compared to the agony Angela was suffering. With each stroke of the whip on her cunt, Colin hit the control button, and the clamps tightened on her nipples. The exploding pain rushed over her tits, churning her guts. Her helpless ass jerked up as the whip lashed in, her bound thighs spreading as far as the bonds would allow. Her pussy erupted with constant streams of agony.
As Inga lashed Angela's cunt, drops of juice splattered away.
Angela jerked and screamed, her mouth ramming down on Roscoe's cock, her tits throbbing with agony; but her pussy was thrust up, opening for the next blow.
"We got the bitch, Colin!" Inga yelled. "Look at her cunt!"
She swung the whip again and Colin strolled around, pushing the control button, grinning as he watched the pussy juices being flicked away under the assault of the whip.
"We sure have!" he crowed, then tightened the nipple-clamps.
Angela screamed as the clamps bit even harder into her nipples. Her ass jerked as the whip lashed in and her tits erupted with even worse pain as the push of the control button forced the clamps even tighter before they eased off.
Angela's pussy was aching, her clit erupting with the most awful lust, her tits throbbing with a deep, depraved desire. Her mouth sank down on Roscoe's cock as she screamed, and somehow his prickhead was in her throat, throbbing, her neck bulging with his massive fucker. Her fingers twisted in the bonds as her pussy ran juices. Her mouth sank deeper as the churning feelings in her guts grew, washing over the pain, demanding more strokes of the whip to keep growing. She was out of her mind, ramming her throat down on Roscoe's cock as his fingers tightened in her hair and he bellowed with lust.
"Urrhh-boss! I'm coming!" he roared, his fingers deep in Angela's hair, ramming her mouth deep on his cock.
"Have a good time, Roscoe!" Colin yelled. "We're gonna whip this shit into next fuckin' week!"
"Oh, baby, we can do something with this cunt!" Inga gasped, lashing Angela with her incredible precision. "She's going to do real well."
"Yeah," he grinned, "you wanna do it?"
"Honey, I want to teach her, make her a slave," Inga hissed, "make her run everywhere!"
He grinned and hit the control button as Angela screamed around Roscoe's cock. "Guess I'll have to fuck her then."
"Yes!" Inga hissed.
Angela's mind was spinning into a pit of depravity, her body spasming as the first orgasm she had ever had rushed up over her. The pain drove it on, her pussy jerking up for the whip, her tits throbbing as the agony and lust mingled to the point that she couldn't tell them apart. Passion erupted over her, sending her mouth ramming down on Roscoe's cock, taking the enormous fuck-rod into her throat until her lips were around his cockbase and her sucking mouth worked his prick over, sending the muscle-bound Roscoe into roars of release.
"Yaaaahh, bosssss!" he yelled. "She's getting a mouthful now!"
He gripped Angela's hair, ramming his cock effortlessly into her throat as the cum rushed out of his balls and up his shaft. He bellowed with lust, the jizz spurting out of his piss-slit and filling Angela's throat with cummy goo.
As the first jet of cum gushed into her throat, Angela gave a terrible scream of passion and erupted into a climax that shook her whole body. Her pussy throbbed, almost sucking the whip into her fuck-hole. Her tits throbbed to the pulse of the clamps and she came helplessly, still sucking at Roscoe's cock as he roared and shot. She moved her head as he wanted, the spasms of orgasm beating through her.
Roscoe hauled her up, making her take great gobs of cum in her mouth, his cock-slit shooting right over her tongue. She swallowed, running some of the cockjuice around her mouth as she climaxed, her ass still jerking. Roscoe roared and pushed her mouth back down on his cock, slamming his prick into her throat as he shot gallons of spunk out of his fuck meat.
"Bitch, bitch!" Inga screamed as she whipped Angela In her passion, Inga's aim was wandering, and Angela's ass got more doses of the whip, reddening her asscheeks.
But Angela hardly noticed. She was coming, her ass jerking faster, demanding more from the whip as it lashed her. Everything speeded up except for the cum shooting from Roscoe's cock. The pulse of the whip drove her climax to a peak of unbearable lust as the last great gobs of fuck juice shot out of Roscoe's cock and rolled around in her mouth. Her body was rigid as she came, her thighs spread as wide as they could be to take as much pain as possible.
Angela dropped down, her mouth around Roscoe's slowly pulsating cock, sucking up the oozing cum that still oozed out of his cock. A wonderful blackness overcame Angela, and she sank deep into it, collapsing across the chair back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angela groaned as she came to. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom, unbound and naked except for her stockings. She rubbed her tits, staring in horror at the mashed red flesh and the deeper crimson of the bruises.
Everything ached, her tits, ass and pussy, her clit particularly. She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit to try and soothe it. She gasped, pressing her thighs together, her fingers working her whipped flesh. She sobbed as she ran her fingers over her nipples that still throbbed.
But then that strange and awful passion came back, breaking out in her whipped pussy and tits. Every movement of her fingers made it worse, and she rolled on the carpet, moaning with shame and a deep dark lust.
Guiltily she stopped rubbing her pussy and looked around. All her tormentors were standing around the bed, entirely engrossed in the humiliation of Brigitte as the little French maid knelt, her tits around Glen's cock, her little mouth sucking and licking at his cockhead as it slid between her massive soft tits.
At the same time, Jack was working the dildo in Brigitte's ass, thrusting it deeper for a while, then allowing her ass muscles to push it out as far as the straps would allow before he rammed it in again.
The sadistic Inga was playing a thinner vibrator over Brigitte's pussylips, yelling at the girl to beg for it up her cunt.
Brigitte's sobs rang around the room as she tried to please her terrible masters.
"Please, please!" she begged, still managing to keep her tongue running over Glen's cockhead. "Please, it won't go up, the other one too beeeg!"
Her asscheeks heaved in agony as the dildo plunged deep into her shitter.
"We'll see about that," Inga purred and slid the vibrator head to the tight entrance to Brigitte's pussy. "Come on, baby, tell us about the way you like your men."
She pushed and the vibrator slid inside Brigitte's open cunt-hole.
"Uurrrhhh!" Brigitte sobbed, her mouth working over Glen's cockhead as her cunt was invaded by the vibrator. Her thighs trembled as she tried to keep up her mouth on Glen's cock. She shuddered all over as Inga pushed the vibrator harder into her pussy.
"Say, did that thing go in?" Glen asked, leaning back on the bed, grinning as his prick slid in and out of Brigitte's lovely tits and mouth.
"Of course. Anything I can do, she can do." Inga stroked the vibrator in and out of Brigitte's cunt, and the little maid gave a scream of pain and jerked on the bed, her mouth sinking harder on Glen's cock.
"Well, hey," Glen said, "I think I'll stick my cock up there."
"Oh, honey," Inga said, working the vibrator into Brigitte's cunt. "Whatever you want, these two whores are always available."
Brigitte's ass throbbed and she moaned as her mouth ran over Glen's cockhead. Her whole body was jerking as the spasms of mixed pain and pleasure surged out of her pussy and ass. As she ran her mouth down Glen's cock, her sucking anal and pussy walls worked over the hard rubber pricks buried there. The vibrator was churning against the thin partition between her cunt and ass, rubbing against the massive dildo in her shit-pit, sending endless spasms of lust burning through the pain. She groaned, her mouth running deeper on Glen's cock, her mouth starting to suck at his cockhead with all the passion that was breaking loose in her cunt and ass.
"See the bitch go!" Inga grinned, sliding her hands over Brigitte's thrusting tits as she worked the vibrator into Brigitte's cunt. She turned to Roscoe. "You wanna work this?"
"Sure, miss," he grinned. "Can I fuck her later?"
"Any way you want, Roscoe," Inga said, and let him take over the vibrator.
He grinned, ramming it even harder into Brigitte's pussy.
Brigitte was going out of her mind as the climax built up in her degraded body. She kept her head down, sucking at Glen's cock until he was gasping with lust.
Angela realized that they were all so busy that she could crawl across the floor and escape. Then she would get her revenge, see them all in jail. Very slowly she moved, crawling toward the door.
"Come on, bitch, let's see you come!" Jack yelled as he pushed the dildo even deeper into Brigitte's ass.
Brigitte moaned, her tongue running over Glen's cockhead while her mouth sank deeper, taking more of his prick into her sucking mouth. She was trembling all over, her ass jerking under the twin invasions of the dildo and vibrator. Suddenly she screamed as an orgasm of terrible power broke out of her pussy, sending her jerking on the bed, her dark hair flicking around, her mouth slamming down on Glen's cock.
"Careful, baby," Glen said with a grin, running his fingers through her hair. "I wanna fuck your cunt, you make me come and I'll whip you."
"Aaaahhhh! No please, sir!" Brigitte screamed, her mouth jerking around on his cock. She ran her mouth over his prick, sucking and licking at it as the passion of her climax rolled over her. "I do everything, everything, sir! Please, no whip!"
She moaned and wept, the explosions of lust that rocked through her making her run her mouth helplessly over Glen's cock, licking at the hard flesh, unable to stop herself.
"Please, please!" she moaned. "No whip, pleaseeeee!"
As the lust rocked her body, she sank her mouth to the base of his fuck-rod, sucking at it, her throat spasming as she came.
Angela reached the door of the bedroom and reached for the handle. She fumbled, gripped the handle.
The door was locked.
She gasped, but, before she could turn, a hand gripped her hair and sent her sprawling on the carpet. She screamed once, and then Colin was standing over her, his legs spread across her tits, his hand holding his stiff cock.
"You fucked up." He grinned. "Hey, Inga, gimme the whip."
"No, please, no!" Angela wept, trying to crawl away, to pull herself out from between his legs.
"You stay where the fuck you are," Colin growled. "You're in enough fucking trouble as it is."
"Please, no, don't!" Angela begged, covering her tits with her hands.
"You know, this cunt doesn't learn too fast," Inga said, handing Colin the long-tailed whip. "I want my ass licked out, I like that from cunts like her."
"Sure, baby," Colin said, curling the whip in his hand as he stood over the terrified Angela. "Whatever you want."
Angela lay on the carpet, staring in horror as Colin swung the whip, cracking it in the air over her face.
"Take your hands away from your tits."
"No, please, not that, please!" Angela moaned, holding her hands over her tit mounds, pressing them together, making an even more tempting target for Colin. "Take 'em away!" Colin snapped. "No, please-aaaghhhh!" Angela screamed as Colin lashed the whip across her thighs.
"Take 'em away!" Colin ordered. "Or you'll be in real trouble."
"No, don't, you can't-no!" Angela wailed, twisting on the floor between his legs, her eyes on his massive cock as it swelled and throbbed above her face.
Colin spun away from her and lashed her across the thighs. She screamed and twisted, but the whip caught her across the ass. Sheer agony surged over her. She crouched, trying to get away, but the whip came in again, lashing her ass-flesh.
Screaming with pain, she crawled across the floor, her stockings tearing, the whip lashing her across her ass and thighs and into her pussy when Colin had the angle right. With a horrible wail of pain, Angela rolled, trying to protect her sore ass, but the whip lashed her tits before she could move and she screamed harder, rolling on the carpet, going out of her mind with pain.
"When you've had enough, he on your back!" Colin snarled, lashing Angela across the back of her thighs as she screamed and rolled.
He followed the screeching woman as she struggled on the floor, her huge tits pressed into the carpet as she tried to crawl away.
Angela was sinking into a horrible pit of agony. She knew she was beaten, she would have to give in and take whatever punishment they wanted to hand out. She rolled against Inga's legs and stared up at the terrifying blonde for a few moments as Inga grinned and slid her fingers up under the hem of her short black skirt and rubbed her pussy right over Angela's face.
Then the whip cut her tits and Angela screamed, rolling away, knowing she was lost.
"All right, stop, please!" she screeched, then rolled onto her back, her tits open to Colin and the whip, her eyes weeping bitterly.
Colin stood over her, the whip curling in his hand as he grinned in triumph. Angela stared up at him in terror, at his hard, brilliant eyes, at his massive cock swinging over her face and a strange, savage emotion rushed over her.
Her breath got ragged, and she shivered with an orgasmic tremor that made her pussy spasm and her cunt-juices flow.
On the bed, Brigitte gave a terrible scream of passion as the raging orgasm broke over her. She heaved her head down on Glen's cock, unable to take it out of her mouth as she came. The vibrator in her cunt, rubbing against the massive dildo stuck right up her ass, was driving her to a beat she had no control over. She sobbed and moaned. The pulses of her climax rushed through her and she screamed into his fuck meat, taking his prickhead right into her throat. "Last chance, babe!" Glen yelled, heaving up off the bed, his cock throbbing deep in Brigitte's throat. "I'm gonna fuck your cunt, bitch. You suck me off and I'll whip you, whip you till I'm hard again!"
Brigitte screamed in horror, her surging passion tearing her apart. As the dildo and vibrator worked her over, her sucking pussy walls spasmed around the churning vibrator and she peaked, her mouth right down Glen's throbbing fucker. Then, somehow, as the surging eruptions of lust broke over her, she' managed to move her mouth back up his cock, screaming and wailing. Her lips went to the soft skin of his inner thighs, sucking and licking as the crashing climaxes surged over her and broke,! beginning to fade away as her orgasm ran out. She crouched there, moaning, her ass and pussy still throbbing on the dildo and vibrator.
"Shit, you really don't wanna be whipped," Glen said, pulling the little maid up by her brunette hair.
"Please, sir, I do anything, anything! But please, no whip!" Brigitte begged, sliding her mouth over his thigh.
"Well, you gotta bring me off up that cunt of yours. How about you, Jack?"
"Oh, I'm fine, I'll get mine," Jack said with a grin. "I'm gonna fuck that whore on the floor first. Hey, take that thing outa her cunt, Roscoe, Glen wants to fuck her."
"Sure," Roscoe replied, his massive cock wobbling as he kept the vibrator churning in Brigitte's pussy. He pulled it out, and the little maid gave a gasp and moaned, her face pressed to Glen's thighs.
"Get on my cock," Glen said.
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte crawled up to him, her eyes averted from his face until she was crouched over his cock, her fingers working his hard prick. "Please, sir, too bigger than the vibrator, and the dildo still up my ass, it won't go up!"
"It'll go up," Glen said, "or your ass will be whipped until it does."
Brigitte gave a sob and pushed his cock to the tight entrance of her cunt, working his thick round rock head over her clit until it pushed at her fuck-hole. She moaned with pain as his cock began to penetrate. Her pussy was wet enough, but the massive dildo in her ass stretched her anal walls to the limit.
Glen's cock slid in, making her groan with the pain, her cunt spasming as his enormous cockhead pushed deeper, rasping over her cunt-walls as she gave in and sat on the monster.
Gurgling with the strange pain of being filled to the limit with cock, Brigitte pushed her cunt down on Glen's fuck-rod until her pussylips were around his prick-base and her cunt was filled with his thick cock. She moaned and sobbed as he reached up and took hold of her tits, working them, while his cock churned in her cunt, rubbing against the dildo still fucking her ass.
"Yeahhhhh!" Glen sighed softly, rolling her nipples in his fingers. "This is how you like it, huh?"
"Yes, oui, sir, yes!" Brigitte sobbed, tears running down her face.
Already spasms of excitement were throbbing in her cunt and ass. Her nipple-buds trembled in his fingers.
Glen chuckled. "I ain't kidding. This is how you love it, you know that? You'll find out."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte moaned, her pussy fucking on his cock, her body starting to throb with the passion surging over her.
Angela lay on the floor, staring up at Colin and Inga. Colin's cock was out and as hard as a rock. Angela was sure he was going to fuck her, but instead he dropped the tail of the whip over her tits.
"Hold them for me!" he snapped.
Angela obeyed. She held her wonderful, massive tits for him, pushing the sides in, making her naturally large cleavage even larger and deeper. Her nipples were close together, her soft, whipped tit-flesh trembling as she waited.
"The penalty for trying to escape is six strokes with this across your tits. But you beg for it and you hold them the whole time and don't pull away."
Angela lay on the floor, sobbing and moaning. On the bed, she heard Brigitte screaming as the little maid came again, fucking up and down on Glen's cock, spasming helplessly. It was all so degrading.
Angela screamed at Colin as a rush of hatred surged over her. The fury took her over completely. She screamed, twisted on the floor trying to throw Colin over, but he sidestepped and whipped her, the tail cutting across her tits before she was over.
"Right, whore!" he roared. "You got it coming!"
Angela rolled, but Inga was on her at once, then Roscoe, and she was pinned. They dragged her toward the enormous four-poster bed.
Brigitte fucked up and down on Glen's cock, the dildo throbbing in her ass as she came in wails of lust, her cunt sucking the cum out of Glen's cock.
"Yeaaahhhhh, come on, bitch!" Glen roared, sliding his fingers over her nipples. "You love it, come on, admit it!"
"Oui, sir! Please, don't whip me, please!"
"You stupid bitch!" Glen gripped Brigitte's nipples as the cum surged out of his balls and headed up his cockshaft. "Mean it, you bitch!"
"Oui, yes, sir-I'm coming!" Brigitte screamed, her cunt spasming around his cockshaft.
Glen started shooting jizz in Brigitte's hot cunt.
Angela struggled, but Roscoe had his hands around her and his massive cock was pressed into the crack of her ass.
They lashed her wrists, then flung the ropes over the top of the four-poster bed.
Angela's screams were drowned out by Brigitte's wails and moans as she came on Glen's shooting cock.
Inga and Colin hauled Angela's arms out until she was just about hanging from them, the ropes drawn tight.
"Yeaaahhhhh! Ohhhh fuck, come on, bitch!" Glen roared as he pumped his cum into Brigitte's sucking cunt. Thick wads of his jism pumped into the little maid's cunt as she twisted and moaned, coming helplessly, her body tossing and jerking wildly.
Angela screamed as Roscoe let go of her and reached for her ankle. Colin took her other foot, and they started to bind her legs to the bedposts so that she was spread-eagled.
"Ooohhh, sir, sir!" Brigitte screamed, falling across Glen as his cock squirted the last thick gobs of creamy cum into her cunt.
She lay on top of him, her pussy and ass throbbing, her tits heaving againt him as her orgasm subsided.
"You'll learn," Glen said. "You love it, you little whore."
"Please, no whip!" Brigitte begged.
"I wasn't talking about the whip," Glen said. He looked up at the massive frame of Roscoe looming over them. "You wanna fuck her?"
"Sure, I just wanna fuck," Roscoe replied. "Can I have her ass? It'll be real great now."
"You bet. Get off!" Glen snapped.
"Please, sir, please!" Brigitte wept.
"Come here," Roscoe said, and the terrified maid crawled off the bed and went right up to him, sliding her hand over his cock.
"I do anything," she moaned, "just don't hurt me."
Roscoe laughed. "Get over that chair."
Angela hung on the ropes, moaning and screaming as Glen picked up a thin cane and Colin held a long-tailed whip. Inga slid her fingers over Colin's cock, and Jack finally took his pants off. Angela wailed as Jack's cock came into view-another long, massive, thick prick.
"Please, please, what are you going to do?"
"We're gonna teach you to obey!" Colin snapped. "If it takes all week."
Angela hung on the ropes, weeping bitterly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angela burst into tears as Jack slid between her stretched legs, his cock thrusting up at her cunt. He worked her tits as he ran his cockhead over her clit, grinning at her terror and discomfort.
"Get his cock up your cunt!" Colin snapped, lashing across Angela's ass.
"Aaahhh!" Angela screamed, twisting on the ropes. The ropes were drawn so tight she could hardly move at all, and her arms and legs ached as her muscles spasmed. Agony surged out of her ass as the thin tail of the whip cut her flesh. Her cunt slammed down, but Jack's cock slid out of her pussy-crack and up over her belly. "Please, please, noooo!"
Inga chuckled, moving closer to Jack as he sat on the bed, fondling Angela's tits.
"Get it up you, whore!" Colin yelled and lashed Angela's ass with the whip again.
Inga took hold of Jack's cock, stroking it in her fingers, holding it against Angela's pussy mound. "You want to get this up you?"
The whip lashed Angela's ass again and she screamed, her cunt trying to get the cock in before she fell back.
"You want it?" Inga sighed, playing with Jack's cock. "You tell me. I'd like to have it while they whip you."
Inga smiled and bent down, sliding her mouth over Jack's rock-hard flesh, getting a moan from Jack as he rolled Angela's nipples in his fingers.
Angela screeched with agony, knowing she had to beg her one-time maid to put a man's cock up her. The humiliation was almost as bad as the pain, but that awful, surging passion that had betrayed her before was already starting to boil in her guts.
"Oh, good," Inga hissed, "I can have his cock."
She moved farther onto the bed as the whip lashed across Angela's tight asscheeks.
"Aaaahhhh! No, gimme, please, put it up meeeee!" Angela wailed, her body burning with agony and lust.
"What?" Inga crooned, stroking Jack's cock. "My virgin mistress wants a cock up her?" She grinned and licked Jack's prickhead slowly. "Surely not."
"Please-aaaghhh! Please, put it up me!" Angela screamed, gripping the ropes.
"Say, please, Inga, darling, fuck me with this great big cock!" Inga hissed.
"Aaaghhh! Please, Inga, darling, fuck me with this great big cock!" Angela screamed as her ass took another beating.
"What's in it for me?" Inga grinned, still playing with Jack's cock, her soft mouth pouting nastily.
Colin whipped her ass and Angela jerked on the ropes, thrashing around, her massive, painful tits bobbing in Jack's hands.
"What do you want?" Angela wailed, her tear-filled eyes staring at Inga in absolute horror.
"Oh, a lot," Inga replied, working Jack's prick as he grinned and sat on the bed with his legs between Angela's spread thighs. "First of all, the money you owe me."
"Yes, yes-aaaaghhh!" Angela bellowed as Colin cut her ass with the whip again. Her ass was seething with agony, her asscheeks getting even redder. "Yes, I'll give you the money!"
Inga kept Jack's cock running over her clit, and Angela gave a groan of horrible lust as the hard flesh rubbed against her pussy-flesh, sparking more hot surges of passion from her.
"And then you'll be my slave," Inga hissed. "Say yes to whatever I want."
Inga laughed and licked Jack's cockhead, then lunged upward, grabbing Angela by her hair, almost pushing Jack out of the way. She stared right into Angela's terrified eyes.
"I get what I want, bitch!"
Jack chuckled and twisted Angela's nipples. Angela screamed as the pain in her tits rushed out to join the agony in her ass. The whip lashed her ass and she jerked.
"Yes, yes, I will!" she moaned. "I will!"
"Good," Inga said softly, then worked Jack's cock to the tight entrance of Angela's throbbing no pussy.
"Yeaahhh!" he growled as his massive hard prickhead penetrated Angela's tight little hole. "I bet hubby wasn't up here much, hey?"
He twisted Angela's nipples viciously.
"I said I bet hubby wasn't up here much!" he yelled as Angela screamed to the beat of the whip, her pussy sliding farther down his prickshaft.
"Aaaaahhh, noooo!" Angela wailed, her cunt heaving up and down on Jack's massive fuck-rod.
"So," he chuckled, "how many times?"
"Aaaahhh, I don't know!" Angela wept as the whip lashed into her tight asscheeks again.
Jack laughed. "I bet you had him begging, real wimp was he?"
"Aaaahhh! Yesssss!" Angela twisted on the ropes, her body burning from the whipping. But her cunt spasmed over his cock and that added to the passionate fire already growing in her guts, burning brighter with every moment.
"I bet you made him crawl." Jack twisted Angela's nipples viciously as Colin lashed her.
"Yesssss!"
"Suicide, huh?" Jack laughed, twisting Angela's nipples until her scream doubled in intensity as the stroke of the whip hit her whipped ass. "I bet you drove him to it, huh?"
"Noooo-aagahhhh! No, no, please!"
The pace of the whipping suddenly doubled, and the tail screamed through the air to lash her ass.
"You're paying for that, bitch!" Jack snapped. "We cased you pretty well, we know your secret, bitch. You let him choke, huh?"
His fingers tightened on her nipples, and Angela jerked around wildly on the ropes, her body tossing like crazy.
"Nooo, I was asleep!" she wept. "No, I didn't, I-aaaghhh!"
Her cunt lunged down on Jack's throbbing cock.
"I don't give a shit, whore. You're gonna pay anyway!" Jack gave her nipples a final twist and leaned back on the bed, letting Angela work her cunt up and down on his cock.
The whip lashed her ass and Angela moaned, her cunt working over Jack's throbbing fucker as she jerked to the beat of the thin leather. She thought she had reached the worst, but she hadn't.
As Jack lay back on the bed, his cock thrust right up Angela's cunt, Glen took the thin rod and laid it across her nipples. She screamed and twisted, staring at Glen as he stood there, smiling nastily. Inga was at his feet, her mouth running over his cockhead, her fingers playing with his belly.
"He whip you until he comes," Inga said with great satisfaction. "And I can keep him from coming until you promise me anything!"
She cooed as she licked Glen's cockhead and Angela almost passed out.
Brigitte moaned as she lay over the back of one of the soft chairs, her ass waiting for whatever Roscoe wanted to do. He took his time, running his hands over her delicious asscheeks, pushing the massive dildo even farther into her throbbing shitter. Brigitte groaned, gripping the seat of the chair.
Finally Roscoe opened the straps that held the massive imitation cock in her ass. Brigitte moaned as he slowly worked the dildo out of her ass an inch at a time. But then, when it was halfway out, he slammed it back in again and Brigitte tossed on the chair back, sobbing in pain.
"Hey, lady, don' tell me you don' hke it?" Roscoe chuckled. "Uurrrhhh-no, no, I love it!" Brigitte moaned, sweat breaking out all over her body as the enormous dildo worked back into her shitter and then began to slide out again.
She tensed, waiting for the next thrust home. Roscoe did it, chuckling as the little French maid gave a bubbling scream while the thick dildo vanished into her ass again.
"Beg me to fuck you." Roscoe chuckled, his massive cock swinging around, his free hand stroking it slowly.
"Please, please, fuck my ass!" Brigitte begged.
"Hey, boss, you sure pick great ladies!" Roscoe laughed. "They beg for cock!"
"Yeah, sure, Roscoe," Colin said as he swung the whip into Angela's shuddering ass.
"You think I should fuck her now, boss?" Roscoe asked.
"Yeah, she ain't fucked us up, give her it."
"Sure, boss." Roscoe pulled the dildo out of Brigitte's ass with a rush.
The helpless little maid screamed as her ass was suddenly unplugged. She gripped the chair arms, her body shuddering painfully as she waited. Roscoe gripped her ass and ran his cock to the tight, throbbing entrance of her shitter. Then, with one shove, he buried his cock in her ass, working it in easily on the vaseline still left there from the dildo.
"Yeaaahhhh!" he roared, slamming his cock in to the limit, his balls slapping against Brigitte, his fingers gripping her soft flesh tightly, digging in.
Brigitte screamed as her ass was invaded yet again. She jerked on the chair back, her shitter throbbing around Roscoe's massive prick as she struggled.
"Tell me, whore!" Roscoe roared in delight, slamming his cock into her ass and churning it around.
"Yessss, I love it!" Brigitte moaned, clutching at the chair as her ass was reamed out yet again.
"Yeaaahhhh!" Roscoe roared. "I'm gonna shoot right up your ass, whore!"
He held the screaming, twisting Brigitte on the chair back and fucked her ass, driving her against the chair.
Brigitte's screams were nothing to the screeches coming from Angela. And Glen hadn't even whipped her tits yet. He just held the thin cane on her nipples, watching and grinning while the whip lashed Angela's ass.
"Please, noooo-aaaghhhh!" Angela wailed.
us "Noooo, don't do it! Please, I didn't do it to you-aaaghhhh!"
She sobbed, her ass raw, her cunt throbbing around Jack's fuck pole as the whip drove her up and down.
"You're sure right, bitch!" Colin laughed. "You didn't do it to us, now you will!"
He swung the whip, and Angela thrashed on the ropes.
Then Glen lifted the cane, holding it over Angela's tits.
Angela screamed at the sight, her eyes fixed on the thin, trembling wood. Inga giggled and sank her mouth over Glen's cock, taking it in gently, stimulating him, but not getting him too aroused.
Glen lashed her tits, and the whip lashed her ass. Angela went wild, throbbing, heaving, thrashing in totally abandoned pain. But her cunt rammed down on Jack's cock, and he gasped, thrusting up from the bed to fuck his cock deeper into her hot cunt.
"Yeaaahhh, guys, do that again!" he yelled. "Her cunt goes wild!"
Angela was going out of her mind as the thin cane lashed her tits and the whip cut her ass. The cane lashed just above her nipples, beating her tits viciously. She wept and sobbed, her body aching with pain, her ass and tits on fire. The whip landed again, jerking her down on Jack's cock, making her cunt suck at his prick. Her pussy muscles worked his cock over, slamming deep around the thick flesh, spasming over his rock-hard fucker. He gasped and thrust, his cock throbbing faster, going out of control.
"Yeahhhh, guys, do it!" Jack roared. "I'm gonna have a great come!"
He leaned back, his eyes on Angela's tits as the cane lashed across them, beating more pain into the soft flesh. Her ass jerked and slammed down, ramming her cunt over Jack's cock, and he growled with lust, thrusting hard, his cum breaking loose from his balls.
"Whip the bitch!" he yelled. "Whip the shit outa her!"
He thrust his cock up to meet Angela's next violent heave, his cum boiling in his balls.
The agony was unbearable, but the lust slowly overwhelmed everything else. Her ass began to pump harder as the whip lashed her. Colin had to increase the speed of his lashing to keep up. Her cunt spasmed harder on Jack's cock, sliding up and down his thick fucker, her body jerking and thrusting as lust overwhelmed her. She contorted on the ropes, her tits thrust out as the cane lashed across them, her ass jerking.
Suddenly the raging climax churned out of her guts and boiled through her body. She screamed in unearthly passion, climaxes breaking over her in endless waves. Her cunt rammed up and down on Jack's cock, sucking at it in a fury of lust as the orgasm washed over her.
"Look at the bitch, whip her!" Colin yelled, laying the leather whip into Angela's jerking ass.
The whip blurred, beating into Angela's ass-cheeks with slaps that rang out over her screams of passion.
Glen grabbed Inga's mouth and worked his cock deeper into her throat as he beat the thin cane across Angela's nipples, lashing her flesh, beating her tits downward with each stroke. He moaned and worked his prick harder at Inga's throat, but she wouldn't let him come, keeping her muscles loose, her fingers just easing over his balls.
"Jeeezzzzz!" Jack roared as hot streams of cum burst out of his balls and surged up his prickshaft. "Shheeeit, she's coming so fuckin' hard-aaahhhh!"
The jets of his jizz spurted into Angela's pussy as his cock thrust harder and higher.
"Fuuuuuck, what a bitch!" he yelled as Angela's tit-mounds jerked as the cane cut them.
Angela struggled on the ropes, coming helplessly, her body in tune to each lash of the whip and cane, her pussy throbbing as Jack's cum spurted deep in her sucking passage. The force of her come sent her leaping upward, her legs straining, her tits heaving, her ass jerking in horrible desire for the pain of the whip. She sobbed in shame as she realized what she wanted-she needed to come.
She screamed and jerked, Jack's cock pumping cum into her pussy, her cunt spasming as it sucked the hot streams of spunk out of his prickhead.
"Noooo, please, noooo!" she screamed, gyrating as the whip cut her ass and another spasm of orgasm burst through her.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Jack roared as his cock spat streams of cum into Angela's sucking cunt.
He gripped her slim waist, his hands digging in hard, holding Angela tightly as his cock surged in her cunt, rasping over her pussy walls, shooting his hot stream of juice.
"Jeeeezzz, you gotta have this cunt, she's fuckin' incredible!" he yelled, his ass lunging up off the bed, heaving his cock into Angela's cunt to the limit.
Angela screamed, her pussy hole sucking at Jack's cock as the stream of cum began to decline, her body heaving in the surging lust that still climbed and wouldn't break.
Jack gave a final roar as his last hot shots of cum burst out of his cock. He fell back on the bed, his prick subsiding in Angela's cunt as drops of cum oozed out of his piss-slit.
But still Angela heaved and moaned, her climaxes bursting over her, her pussy spasming as the whip cut her ass and the cane lashed her tits. She jerked and screamed, pulsating on the ropes with ever-increasing fury and lust. Jack's cock started to slip out of her cunt and she moaned, trying to thrust down on it for more satisfaction.
Colin laughed and stopped whipping. Glen did the same with the cane, standing there with Inga's mouth around his cock, watching as the bound widow moaned, her body throbbing and jerking.
"What ya want, bitch?" Colin yelled, curling the whip in his hand.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Angela screamed as her body lost the drive it needed to climax. The dull pain of the ropes around her wrists and ankles returned, and she sobbed as she hung there, sweat all over her body.
"What ya want, bitch?" Colin roared, grinning wildly. "Come on, tell us baby. Beg for it, you whore! You want pain, you know it!"
"Stop, you bastard, let me go!" Angela screamed, her body still throbbing from the climax that wouldn't break.
She stared wildly at them, at Glen standing with Inga sucking his cock, at Brigitte, still bent over the chair, moaning, as Roscoe stuffed his cock into her ass.
"You perverts, let me go!" she demanded. Colin came around and grinned at her, his face close to hers.
"You tried to escape," he said. "So now it's twelve strokes on your tits. Ready for it?"
"Fuuuuck offffff!" Angela screamed.
"Good," Colin chuckled, "it can wait. So who wants her next?"
"I want my ass licked!" Inga snapped, running her mouth over Glen's cock.
"And I'm gonna fuck her ass," Glen said. "It looks like a great ass."
"Nooooo!" Angela screamed. "You can't do that! I won't lick your ass, bitch, I won't!"
"You will," Jack said, "I'll make sure of that."
Angela broke into sobs, her body still heaving from the come that lingered and wanted to grow again. She hung on the ropes, getting a short respite for they were all cheering Roscoe on as he began to shoot up Brigitte's tight little ass.
CHAPTER NINE
"Go, Roscoe, go!" Colin yelled, then laughed as they all gathered around, watching as Roscoe pumped his cock into Brigitte's ass.
"Fuck her ass off!" Jack yelled, grinning at Inga.
Roscoe's big dull face was filled with lust as the cum shot out of his balls and rushed into Brigitte's hot ass.
"Pretty good ass, boss!" he yelled. "Oohhh, fuck, it's nice!"
He gasped, his hands gripping Brigitte's asscheeks as he shot wads of cum out of his piss-slit.
Brigitte moaned and gripped the chair, sobbing in as much shame as pain as Roscoe's cock rasped over her anal walls and shot streams of hot cum. Her body shuddered as spasms of deep, dark passion surged out of her ass, making her gasp with the most terrible pleasure. Her dark hair fell past her face and she was glad that it did. Her legs jerked, and her little torn slip fell down her back.
"Wooooowwww!" Roscoe yelled as he shot his cum into Brigitte's spasming shitter.
He rammed his cock up to the limit, then held it there while his balls gave out the last of their jizz.
"Heeeyyy, thanks, boss!" he gasped.
"No problem," Colin said easily. "Now give the little whore to me."
"Sure, boss," Roscoe said, yanking his still-hard prick out of Brigitte's shitter.
She moaned, gripped the chair until Roscoe reached down and hauled her up by her hair. She screamed and shot upright, moaning and sobbing, standing there, pushing her little slip down over her ass.
"What do you want with her, baby?" Inga purred, sliding over to Colin and gripping his cock hard.
"You're getting your ass licked, I'm getting my cock sucked."
"I'll whip her," Inga hissed, "sucking off my man."
Colin grinned and took hold of Inga's nipple, twisting it and gripping until she gasped with pain. "Maybe, if I say so."
"Chicken," Inga snarled, "you don't want to whip the little shit."
She gasped as Colin tightened his grip again. Her eyes held his as he crushed her nipple in his strong fingers.
"I think you're the one who needs a whipping," Colin said softly, "you're getting to be a pain."
Inga sneered at him and pulled out of his grip.
"Chicken!" she snapped, then walked away toward the bed.
Colin let her go and sat in a chair.
"Come here," he said to Brigitte.
Instantly Brigitte obeyed, her hands rubbing her sore ass as she moaned.
Colin slid the slip under her tits and caressed her large tit-mounds. "Nice. Now suck me and lemme feel these."
"Yes, sir!" Brigitte mumbled, sliding to her knees. "Please, no whip, sir. I do everything, everything, but no whip."
She slid her fingers over his cock, running her mouth over the hard flesh, moaning as she caressed him.
"Maybe," Colin said, sitting there, enjoying Brigitte's sucking. "I'll think about it."
"Please, yes, sir!" Brigitte gasped and sank her lips obediently over his throbbing prickhead.
Angela saw them all advancing on her. She sobbed louder, but the orgasm that had been churning in her guts was still there, working away at a lower level, sending shivers of depraved desire running through her. She hung on the ropes and awaited her fate.
It wasn't long in coming. Jack untied her arms, then he and Roscoe pulled her forward, across the bed, bending her at the waist until she was stretched out over the covers, her arms bound to the posts at the top, her legs still tied to the base of the foot posts.
This position was more painful for her and more degrading. Her ass was pushed up, her legs even more painfully spread because she was bent at the waist.
Angela had been expecting Inga to climb onto the bed, but it was Roscoe, his enormous face grinning with excitement. His cock was still hard, and it was covered with cummy goo and ass juices and vaseline.
Angela closed her eyes and moaned with horror.
"Lick it clean," Jack said.
"Nooooo!" Angela wailed, her stretched legs shaking with horror.
The cane whipped across her ass, making her leap and scream, another thin line of agony joining the pulped mass of flesh.
"Lick it clean!" Jack snapped, lashing her again.
Angela knew she was at the breaking point. Her ass had been whipped so much that each new blow erupted with the power of a bomb, sending the most searing agony over her flesh. She simply couldn't take it, her body was going to shatter. But, incredibly, mingled with the pain, the burning of her orgasm was revived, chewing deep in her guts. She screamed, her ass shaking, the pulped flesh trembling as the cane burned deeper into her flesh.
Roscoe giggled and put his massive legs over Angela's arms, pinning her to the bed even harder. He held his cock close to her mouth, and Angela smelled the disgusting earthy odor of Brigitte's ass on it. Her stomach heaved, but the cane landed again and the agony overwhelmed her disgust instantly.
With a moan, she surrendered and licked Roscoe's massive cock, sliding her tongue up the solid mass of flesh.
"Yeaahh, Jack, she's doin' it," Roscoe said, leaning back as Angela's soft mouth moved over his cockflesh, cleaning off the horrible goo.
"Better," Jack said and slid the cane over Angela's ass, just holding it there, caressing her ass-flesh.
Angela licked at Roscoe's cock again, but, as the pain of the whip went away, she tasted more of the horrible goo. It tasted of shit, and she almost threw up.
In a flood of tears, she pulled away, her head jerking. "Noooo, not that!"
"Lick it!" Jack snapped, lashing Angela's ass again.
"Aaahhh! No!" the bound widow screamed, her ass jerking back, her whole body throbbing.
Behind her, she heard Inga and Colin laugh.
"I won't do it!" Angela screamed, her ass throbbing with pain.
"Suck it!" Jack snapped.
He whipped Angela again, beating into her with a force that sent her jerking against the bonds, screaming and sobbing.
"Noooo!"
"Suck it!" Jack roared. Angela gave in.
As the cane lashed her ass, she leaned forward, licking Roscoe's cock. As the pain boiled through her, his cock became more desirable, the thick flesh trembling over her lips as she licked at it, cleaning off the goo and swallowing it.
Jack stopped again.
Angela screamed, pulling her head away again, her stomach twisting in disgust. "Noooo, I won't!"
"Suck it or I'll keep whipping you until you suck him off!" Jack roared, lashing Angela in his fury.
Angela's head spun. "I won't!"
Her tits were pressed hard into the soft mattress as she jerked and screamed. The cane beat her, but still she kept her mouth away from Roscoe's cock. It was the only way she could survive.
"Suck it!" Jack yelled, lashing Angela's hot ass.
"Nooooo!" Angela screamed and twisted, her whole body burning.
"You bitch, you asked for it!" Jack yelled, then whipped Angela hard, the cane lashing across her mashed ass.
With a scream of submission, Angela sank her mouth back over Roscoe's cock, ramming his hard cockhead at her throat in her rising agony.
"Too late, bitch!" Jack lashed her again, the cane cutting across Angela's stretched ass with vicious intensity.
As Angela screamed and sucked at Roscoe's cock and he stared down at her with a stupid grin on his face, Inga leaned over Colin and chuckled, running her hand over his chest.
"Jack doesn't see what he is doing," she purred. "She loves pain now."
Colin grinned and slid his hand into Brigitte's hair as she knelt between his thighs, sucking his cock. "You got it. Quite somethin' huh?"
"Yesssss!" Inga purred, raking her fingernails slowly over his chest. "She is valuable, you know that? I know places, people."
"I bet you do." Colin grinned, his cock fucking at Brigitte's mouth.
"Partners?" Inga asked. "Maybe."
"Partners and I don't whip this one," Inga grinned, pointing at Brigitte. "She's not right for us."
"Sure, but she gives a great blow-job," Colin teased. "I think we can keep her."
"As long as she behaves!" Inga snapped.
Brigitte sobbed and lifted her mouth from Colin's cock for a moment. "I behave, I do!"
Inga pulled on Brigitte's hair. "You always say you want big men with big cocks. You prove that and we be good to you."
"Oui, yes!" Brigitte said, her eyes full of tears. "I want big cocks, but not whipping, it hurt so much!"
"Hey, Jack, you wanna fuck this one?" Inga yelled.
Jack lashed Angela's ass, his hand working his stiff cock. "Sure, but I gotta get this one done over right."
His arm swept down, and Angela screamed in agony, ramming her mouth down the length of Roscoe's cock-rod.
"Hey, give me that and go and fuck the bitch," Glen said. "I'll have this one when I'm finished."
He took the cane from Jack's hand and lashed it over Angela's crimson-red asscheeks.
Angela's gurgling scream rang out from around Roscoe's cock as Inga moved over and pulled Brigitte's head away from Colin's cock. With a grin, the blonde sadist worked her pussy down his hot cock, fucking it into her cunt in one smooth movement. She leaned forward, nuzzling Colin softly, her ass heaving out as she fucked him.
"Now, lick my ass," she ordered Brigitte. "Show us how obedient you are."
"Oui!" Brigitte moaned and leaned in at once, running her tongue over the crack of Inga's small tight ass.
As she licked, Jack pulled her up brutally and slid his cock over her pussy lips, working it into her wet cunt. She moaned, thrusting back at him, her cunt throbbing as it was filled with cockmeat.
Jack growled, working his prick into Brigitte's cunt as she licked Inga's ass.
Inga sighed with pleasure, her cunt working up and down Colin's cock.
"It was to be the bitch suck my ass, but it can wait." Inga moaned as she fucked on Colin's fucker. "But plenty time when we train her."
"Hmmm, maybe I'll keep her," Colin sighed, twisting Inga's nipples tightly as she fucked him. "She's a great bit of ass."
Inga hissed and bit his neck. "She's a high-class piece of shit. I know men who want that, you don't, you want me. She's too valuable for you, you know that."
Inga's pussy spasmed around his cock, and Colin gave a gasp of pleasure.
"How valuable is she?" he asked.
Inga leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Fuck! You kidding?" His cock swelled in her cunt and Inga gasped, spasms of pleasure throbbing over her.
"The others get ten percent, we split the rest," she whispered.
"You're quite a business woman, huh?" Colin grinned.
"Now fuck me!" Inga hissed, plunging her cunt up and down on his cock.
Angela was unaware of the fate being planned for her, but she had more than enough to worry about. Glen knew how to whip her far better than Jack did, and he was driving her towards another massive orgasm. The mingled pain and lust were throbbing through her, erupting with each stroke of the thin cane. Her mouth sank deeper over Roscoe's massive fucker with each stroke and he propped himself up on the bed, staring at her.
"Fuck!" Roscoe gasped. "You whip this bitch, she swallows cock real good."
Glen laughed, lashing Angela's ass. "Yeah, and you get around here and fuck her ass when I tell you to. She needs an ass-fuck."
"Oh, hey, Glen, I like being blown," Roscoe muttered.
"She already blew you, now get ready to fuck her ass!" Glen snapped.
"Yeah, sure Glen," Roscoe said.
He leaned back and watched Angela's throat bulge as she rammed his cock into her mouth to the limit, taking all of his massive fuck-meat down her throat.
"Fuuuck!" he moaned. "What a mouth!"
Angela screamed as the cane whipped across her asscheeks. She shuddered, taking Roscoe's cock into her throat, pushing down, her throat throbbing around his massive fuck-meat. She wept in rising desperation, for Glen knew exactly how to whip her.
Glen whipped her ass, driving her higher with each blow, and Angela knew that with one or two more strokes she would crash over into orgasm. In a mist of passion, she lunged down Roscoe's cock, taking it in as the cane lashed her, and orgasm erupted over her.
She screamed around Roscoe's cock, spasming as she came, her mouth sucking at his prick with all the power she had. Her head pumped up and down, and her ass jerked up, waiting for the stroke of the cane that would give her more of the pleasure. It came, beating across her ass, leaving another thin line in her ass-flesh, and she went out of her mind with lust.
"Okay, Roscoe, get here and fuck this bitch's ass!" Glen yelled, lashing Angela's hot asscheeks.
"Okay, Glen," Roscoe said.
He rolled away from Angela, leaving her pinned to the bed, her ass jumping as she waited for the cane.
Angela screamed as Roscoe's cock popped out of her mouth. The cane lashed her ass and she climaxed again. Her flesh erupted with lust. She sobbed and moaned, chewing at the bedclothes as orgasms rushed over her, driving her out of her mind. The cane whipped her once again, and then she felt Roscoe's cock pushing at her tight anal entrance.
Angela wailed in horror as a splash of cream ran deep in her asscrack and over Roscoe's prickhead. His massive cockhead pushed into her shitter, just opening up her asshole a little.
She gasped, feeling as if her ass was being impaled on a massive skewer that would tear her apart. She jerked and moaned, her ass throbbing as Roscoe pushed again, invading her ass-passage with his enormous, thick cock. Angela screamed in horror as her ass was opened by his enormous fucker. His cock pushed in as he grunted and heaved, shoving his foot of cockmeat into her shit-pit.
Angela felt her head spinning. Her orgasm was slipping away, the pain of the ass-fucking wasn't enough to keep her going. She moaned, her ass thrusting back at Roscoe as he rammed his fucker in, filling her ass. His balls slapped against her, and he grunted with lust.
"Okay, Glen?" he asked.
"Yeah, now fuck the bitch," Glen said as he climbed onto the bed.
Roscoe slammed his cock into Angela's ass, then pulled back, slamming it in again, reaming out Angela's ass as she moaned and stared at Glen. He sat on the bed and pushed his cock at her mouth. She took it, sucking his cockhead.
Glen leaned back, letting her mouth work his prickhead while he waited.
Angela moaned and fucked, her ass thrusting back for Roscoe's cock as his massive prick sank into her guts and churned around, fucking her ass-passage. Spasms of lust gripped her asshole as his thick prick reamed her out, but the power of her orgasm was slowing, however hard she rammed her ass back for his thick cockmeat.
She moaned, her chestnut hair falling over Glen's cock as she sucked it for all she was worth.
Then Glen slid his hand over her hair and pulled her tear-stained face up to him. "What's up, babe? Not getting enough?"
Angela moaned, her body throbbing with a raging desire she couldn't control, her mouth sucking, trying to get back down on his cock.
"What do you want?" Glen chuckled, his cock swelling between Angela's soft lips.
Angela gasped, her ass jerking as Roscoe rammed his cock in deep and fucked her ass on his bone-hard fucker.
"How about these?" Glen laughed, showing Angela the two nipple clamps. "If you want, I'll give you the control box."
He held out the little black box and Angela gave a strangled moan of horror.
She needed the pain and that box could give it to her. She burst into tears, sobbing, knowing that she would have to confess to them to get what she needed.
"Noooo!" she wailed, then struggled, trying to get back to his cock.
"Think about it," Glen said.
With a moan, Angela sank her mouth back down over Glen's cockhead. She sucked at it, taking it as deep as she could, but it wouldn't go far without the pain to open her throat. Her ass shuddered as Roscoe's cock slammed in and out, and her mouth spasmed around Glen's cock as he rammed harder at her throat.
"Take it all in," Glen said, "come on, I know you can deep-throat."
Angela dove deeper, trying to obey him, but each time his thick round cockhead stuck at the entrance to her throat and she gagged. Horrible moans came from her as her throat spasmed, but still his cock wouldn't go any deeper.
Glen laughed and leaned back on the bed. "I'm coming, bitch, so it's too late to make it up to me. Now you take it and swallow it all! Or else!"
He gave a moan, his cock fucking harder at Angela's throat.
Angela tried to let his cock in, but it wouldn't go. He fucked at her mouth, -his cock swelling and throbbing as the cum burst out of it, but still her throat wouldn't open to let it in. Even when Roscoe started yelling and fucking his cock harder at her ass, it still wasn't enough. She moaned, pulled at the bonds, sobbing with shame and horror.
"Yeaahhhhhh, bitch, take my cum!" Glen yelled, thrusting up as his cock shot hot streams of white goo. Angela gagged and swallowed, tasting the fresh cum as it burst into her mouth. Her ass throbbed as Roscoe fucked his prick deep between her asscheeks, and suddenly she felt his cock spasm as hot gushes of cum burst out of it. As he bellowed, she sobbed louder, her ass-passage filling with cock-goo, as Roscoe shot and gripped her asscheeks, ramming his fucker into her ass as hard as she could.
She swallowed Glen's cum as it shot from his cock-slit, taking it down her throat as her mouth filled with white seed and Glen yelled with lust. He gripped her head and forced his cock in as deep as it would go, spurting cum from his piss-slit as his climax rolled on and his ass jerked.
"Ooohh, not bad, bitch!" he growled. "Not bad. Now bring me down real good." He lay back on the bed, and Angela sucked at his cockhead, lapping up the cum that still dribbled out of his cock.
Roscoe gave a final roar that shoved his fucker in Angela's guts, straining the bonds around her ankles until his stream of cum gave out and he let her back down, holding his spent prick in her ass. He stood there, working his cock around as it softened, and Angela moaned with shame and horror.
"Hey, Colin, what ya wanna do with this shit?" Glen called.
Colin looked up from the chair as Inga slid her hot cunt down on his cock. He grinned at Jack as Jack rammed his cock into Brigitte's pussy and the little maid spasmed with delight.
"Tie her to the bed!" Colin yelled. "Let her watch!"
CHAPTER TEN
With a grunt, Roscoe pulled his cock out of Angela's ass, then pulled her up by her hair. She didn't have to be told what to do, in four days she had learned well. She slid off the bed, her neck chain clanking. She knelt at his feet and started cleaning off his cummy cock. He waited a bit, then pulled his cock out of her mouth and left.
Angela sobbed and crawled up onto the bed. It had been like this since the first night.
Earlier that day, Glen and Jack had brought Brigitte in and double-fucked her. The squeals of delight coming from the little maid had driven Angela crazy.
Soon Inga would be in to whip her, but not even that mattered now. Inga never let her come, nor did any of them. That was the worse of it. She was forced to wear a chastity belt as well as the neck chain, but the belt was to stop her from masturbating. The ache in her cunt was driving her crazy, she was ready to do anything.
That was what drove her to suicidal thoughts. She lay on the bed, wondering why she had sunk so far and why she didn't even want to climb out of the pit she was in.
Then it hit her like a whip-slash across the ass. She had let Bob die in the car, gassing himself! She was being punished for that, and she deserved it. She burst into tears of sudden and terrible relief.
Inga walked in, carrying the cat. "Bend over!"
Angela leaped to obey.
"Yes, mistress," she sighed, then bent willingly, her hands on her ankles, her ass thrust up. "Oh, please, whip me hard, I deserve it."
Inga stared at her for a moment. "Really?"
She lashed the cat across Angela's ass.
Suddenly everything was clear between the two women. Inga lashed Angela to a screaming climax and kept the cat going until Angela collapsed to the floor, moaning and rubbing her ass with terrible satisfaction.
"I think you're ready," Inga said.
The whipping stopped and so did the fucking.
Angela was bathed and looked after, cream put on the weals until they went down. It made Angela's frustration even worse. Brigitte would rub cream on her ass until Angela was coming and then she would stop, making Angela sob with lust.
Then, one day, when her flesh was back to the creamy perfection it had once known, Inga came in and made Angela shower and wash her hair. She helped set Angela's hair into a cascade of chestnut beauty around her face and made her up.
Inga took her back to the bedroom, and Angela was shaken to see it had been cleaned and tidied. On the bed were some clothes and Inga made her put them on. They weren't much and they were all white. There were high heels and mesh stockings. There was a tiny lacy dress, lacy gloves, and a veil. No underwear.
Angela saw herself in the mirror and was shocked. With the veil the little outfit made her look like a depraved bride. She turned to Inga, but had long since learned never to question her one-time maid.
She stood submissively as Inga slipped bonds on her wrists and pulled her hands over her head, standing her up against the end post of the bed.
Inga turned down the lights and left.
It was terrifying in the near darkness, but there was also a surging excitement in Angela that churned in her guts and made her cunt wet.
A single light came on, spread softly around her and the door opened.
Angela gasped and turned as two figures came in. There was Inga in her usual outfit of black jacket, little skirt and boots. The other figure was a man who stayed in the near darkness at the center of the room.
"I think you like this one, sir," Inga said, walking up to Angela. "I know the price is high, but she's worth it."
Inga took the whip and slid it up Angela's thighs, drawing the skirt up.
"Open your legs," she snapped.
Angela sobbed as she obeyed at once. She knew then that she was being sold like a slave. She trembled as she spread her legs and the whip carried the dress hem up, revealing the creamy whites of her thighs.
The man stayed in the shadow, watching intently. He was tall and slim, and he wore an expensive suit.
Inga let the dress drop back to Angela's stocking tops. "She still need a little training, sir, "but I know you like to do the last training yourself."
Angela gave a moan as Inga's fingers went to the top of her dress and opened the button, revealing the cleavage of her magnificent tits.
"And I know you'll like these, sir," Inga went on, pulling the dress sides apart, showing some of Angela's wonderful creamy tit-mounds to the man.
He didn't show any emotion at all, just stood there studying her. It made Angela's insides cream into knots. She gasped and her pussy ran juices as she eyed him submissively, wondering what he would do with her.
"Would you like to see her face, sir?" Inga asked.
The man nodded.
As Inga reached for the veil, Angela blushed furiously. She heard the man give a low gasp as her face was revealed. She blushed with pride at that. Inga tossed the veil over Angela's head and stood back. The man came forward slowly. Angela kept her eyes down, but she could see that he was strong, good looking, probably in his forties. He ran his fingers slowly over her chin and examined her carefully. Angela gave a low moan and hung on the bonds that kept her arms up over her head. He ran his hand over her tits and then down, between her thighs, running it to her pussy. His fingers slid on her juices, and he gave a murmur of surprise and satisfaction.
He stepped back and nodded to Inga. Then he went to chair and sat down.
Inga undid the bonds and Angela's arms came down.
"Take the veil off," Inga ordered. Angela's fingers were trembling as she obeyed. The veil came off easily, and she put it on the bed as Inga walked to the door. It opened, and Jack and Roscoe came in, pushing a contraption that made Angela gasp with a mixture of horror and lust. It was a low-padded bar, but with an enormous dildo sticking up at one end. Jack and Roscoe put it close to Angela and left.
Inga stood there, tapping the cane. "Get on it."
Angela gave a moan and her cunt spasmed. There was no thought of disobeying. She slid over the end of the horse and slid her dress up, over her ass. She held the dress up and guided the dildo to the tight entrance of her pussy.
Not daring to look at the man, she gripped the dildo and pulled it on its strong spring, working it over her cuntal entrance. The very touch of the hard rubber made her cunt spasm with flowing juices.
She gave a heave and the dildo slid into her pussy, riding easily, making her gasp with pleasure as it rasped over her cuntal walls. She spread her legs, sinking the thick shaft deeper, trembling with the onrush of lust.
In the silent room, with the dildo up her cunt and the whip in Inga's hands, Angela gasped, moaning as she rocked on the thick shaft and came, her ass hunching with lust.
"Still a bit undisciplined," Inga commented, "but I know you like them that way, sir."
The man nodded.
Angela climaxed even harder. She held the dress up, her thighs trembling as she came on the dildo, her pussy spasming helplessly.
"Open that dress more!" Inga snapped.
As the orgasm rolled over her, Angela undid the buttons of her little white dress, showing off her tits to the silent man in the chair, holding them out for him.
"Bend down," Inga said and advanced on Angela with the whip.
Angela gurgled with lust, bending submissively at the waist, stretching out along the bar, her tits pressed on either side of it, her arms out. Without being told, she pulled the dress up over her ass and out of the way, waiting, her tits throbbing, her whole body on fire with expectation.
The whip lashed her ass, and delicious agony surged over her, sending her screaming on the bar, her ass jerking, her cunt ramming down on the dildo.
At the second stroke, Angela was coming, screaming in lust, her body jerking as she clutched the bar, her ass going wild for the whip. Fresh weals of pain were being beaten into her flesh, but she wanted it so badly, she didn't care. Explosions of lust rushed over her, driving her into wailing peaks of passion as her pussy slammed down on the dildo, sinking the thick shaft to the limit in her cunt.
Inga increased the speed of the whip.
Angela's climaxes burst over her with each lash, and she screamed in endless release.
The man stood up.
Inga stopped the whip, leaving Angela clutching the bar, gasping and screaming, her cunt still jerking up and down on the dildo.
"I'll take her," he said. "Half now and half in a month. She looks good, but ..."
He pulled out a thick wad of cash and handed it to Inga.
"Oh, you'll train her to perfection, sir." Inga took the cash.
"Come with me," the man said.
There was no thought of disobeying. Her climax was still surging around in her and the sight of his eyes and strong figure kept it going at a low, constant level, her pussy juices pouring freely.
He led her downstairs and into his limousine. It had dark glass all around the rear seats. The car purred away from her house.
Angela was sitting there, waiting.
"You will call me sir, or master."
"Yes, sir," Angela whispered, trembling in her little white dress.
"And you will only speak when spoken to."
Angela shivered with horror and lust.
"Now suck me, but don't make me come. And if you come before you're told, you'll be punished. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Angela moaned as she slid to the gently swaying floor of the limousine and reached for her master's pants.
His cock was massive and rock hard, and she crooned and gasped as she slid it into her mouth, sucking on it gently, running her fingers over the smooth shaft.
She spasmed with lust and came, her mouth sliding all over his cock.
"I told you not to come."
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir!" Angela moaned.
"Your punishment starts as soon as we get home."
"Yes, sir," Angela moaned, then sucked his cock, her orgasms running on and on.
