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 ENSLAVED SECRETARY, Velda Wilson finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Velda Wilson 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
Velda stood terrified in front of Glen's desk.
"I'm sorry Mr. Peters," she wept, "I didn't mean to do it. I won't do it again."
"Damn right, you won't!" he snapped turning in his swivel chair. "That's it. You nearly lost me an important contract last week too. I can't afford you any longer. You're fired!"
"Oh no, please don't do that, Mr. Peters, please! My dad'll kill me if. I lose this job. Please!" She twisted her hands together in awful agony.
"What your father does to you is not as bad as what you've done to me. Now get out of here!" Glen turned and got up.
"Please, please, Mr. Peters!" the girl wept. "Please, I'll do anything you want. I'll come in early, stay late, work at anything you say, really I will. Please. Please!"
Glen turned and looked at her. Velda didn't dare raise her head, she just stood there, weeping slowly onto the carpet. She hadn't meant to mess up that contract, she just didn't understand what went on, sometimes.
"What do you mean, your dad'll kill you?" Glen suddenly snapped at her.
"He says he'll throw me out of the house. He just married my new mom and she doesn't like me. He wants me out, too."
Velda started sobbing anew and her shoulders shook.
"How old are you?" Glen went on, disgust in his voice.
"Eighteen, Mr. Peters," said Velda, almost inaudibly. , "And you can't look after yourself yet? You deserve to be thrown out. Haven't you got a girlfriend to live with?"
Velda shook her head and sobbed louder.
"And who buys those clothes of yours? You're the laugh of the office."
"My dad and mom, Mr. Peters. They say it isn't right for a girl to, to you know ..."
"To show what she's got, right?" Glen turned back to the window. It was no wonder Velda was the laugh of the office. She always wore shapeless dresses, mainly flowered in patterns that were at least twenty years out of date. The hems always came more than halfway down her calves. White socks and flat shoes created the rest of the impression. "
"Y-yes", Mr. Peters. They say it's wrong." Velda looked at him shyly. He seemed to be melting slightly, perhaps she could keep her job after all. "I'm sorry Mr. Peters."
"And so am!" he snapped, "but that's it, now please leave my office before you get the carpet any wetter."
"Oh no, please don't do that to me!" Velda fell to her knees and begged him. "Please keep me on, I'll do anything you want, anything at all, please!"
Glen turned angrily on her and then suddenly-he stopped. He paused and Velda hung her head and waited.
"Stand up," he said, and his voice had anew note to it. "Stand up straight, girl."
Velda shot upright, still wiping tears from her eyes. Glen looked at her for a long time, walking around her, staring at her body. For Velda it was hope that she might not lose the Job, but the stare was very uncomfortable, he seemed to be looking under her dress at her body, and that, was wicked and evil, her dad had told her that.
"Hmmmm," said Glen after a long inspection. "There may be a way I can take you on. I'd never considered you for It, but, maybe-"
He stood close to her and looked right into her eyes. He slid her blonde hair back away from her face and looked at it.
"Has anybody ever told, you how to make up?" he asked.
"No, that's wicked. So my dad says. But my mom, she puts on-" But she couldn't complete the sentence or even think about her new mom with her plastered-on lipstick and makeup.
"Hmmmmmmm," said Glen again. "You really want to keep your job?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, anything, Mr. Peters, anything."
He paused again and his eyes sank deep into hers. "Take that dress off," he said.
"W-w-what?" stammered Velda.
"Take the dress off. I'll show you how to take clothes off properly later. For now, just take it off."
Velda gasped and her head spun. Mr. Peters had always seemed such a nice man. He was strong, dominant and most of the girls in the office had crushes on him. He was in his early forties and very well built, with salt and pepper hair and a strong, handsome face. But he had told her to take her dress off.
"Oh no, please, don't ask me to-"
"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you," he cut her off." Now, if you want to keep the job, take it off. If not, get out of my office." He stood leaning against his desk, looking at her with no mercy at all.
Velda sobbed again and, all her hopes vanished. She couldn't take her dress off in front of a man, it was wicked. But she couldn't lose the job. Glen just looked at her and waited.
How could she take it off?
"I'll give you ten seconds," said Glen looking at his watch. "If you aren't taking it off by then, you can leave." He looked at the second hand for a moment and then turned to stare at ;her.
Velda was hardly aware of her surroundings. Her hands went down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist.
"All of it!" Glen snapped. "Take it off!" Velda pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was glad she had the long white slip underneath that covered her from the neck to below her knees. It helped her modesty a little.
"Jesus!" Glen muttered. "How many more layers have you got on?" He came over and ran his hand down the front of the slip. "Hmmmm, show me your legs."
"Oh please, Mr. Peters. Please don't make me-"
"Get on with it or get out." Velda slowly lifted the front of the slip, sliding it up until. it was above her knees.
"Higher!" snapped Glen." Higher, and I won't tell you again."
Velda wept and pulled at the slip. Now it was almost up to the top of her legs and he would be able to see her panties if she went any further. Surely he wouldn't make her do that!.
"To your waist, if I have to spell it out," Glen snapped as Velda sobbed and hesitated. "All right, you obviously don't want the job, so get that dress back on and get out."
Glen turned back to his desk.
"Oh no, look, here you are, Mr. Peters, I'll do it." Velda pulled her slip all the way to her waist. "Hmmmm," he-said again and came closer to her. "You know, under all that stuff, you've got a pair of legs on 'you, young lady. Open them a bit."
Velda's breath was tight as she twisted her legs open a little.
"Hmmmmm," said Glen: "Go over to that closet over there and put the pair of high heels on. They're on the floor."
Velda dropped her slip like greased lightning and went over to the closet. Shoes weren't the only things in there, there were racks of clothing for women, all scanty things her father said were evil. She pulled the shoes out quickly and closed the door. They were red, high-heeled sandals, with a bow at the ankle She had never worn anything like them before and they were tight and difficult to get on.
"They don't really fit me, Mr. Peters, they're too tight"
"So what! "he snapped.
Velda crammed her feet into the sandals and turned to face him again.
"Now walk towards me."
Staggering and almost falling in the unaccustomed heels Velda tottered across the floor.
"Shit," said Glen. "You're going to have to be trained from scratch. Now turn around, slowly." Velda, shuffled around until she was back facing him.
"Yeh," he said, "you sure do have a pair of legs. We'll have to make sure the right people get to see them, won't we?"
"Oh please, don't make me do this, Mr. Peters, please!" Velda sobbed again.
"Shut up and get that slip off!" said Glen.
"The slip?" Velda moaned. "Oh no, please, I don't have very much on under it."
"I hate repeating myself, and I've still more than half a mind to throw you out anyway. Ah, that's better!"
Velda took the slip off as slowly as she could, then stood on the carpet, her hands over her breasts, dressed in only her bra, panties and white socks. Shit, who the fuck designed that bra? Get your hand away, girl. Down to your sides.
Thank you." He surveyed her closely. "That fucking bra: would flatten a mountain. 'Take it off." "Oh no, please don't, please don't make me. You'll see my-"
"Tits, damn right I will. Now take it off." He looked at his watch again, and Velda just stood there, transfixed like, a rabbit. "Ten seconds."
Velda's fingers went to the connection on her' wide bra strap. She fumbled behind her back. Glen waived his hand in the air, his watch hovering in front of her eyes. Suddenly, Velda got the clip open and the bra began to fall away. The massive tight structure dropped from her tits and she clutched at them with her hands, protecting them to the last. Without warning, Glen's hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face. "
"Put your hands down," he said.
Velda screamed and her hands swung up to her stinging cheek. She sobbed and stood there helpless. .
"Pull your shoulders back," said Glen.. "And drop your hands, put them behind your back!" Velda was too stunned to do anything but obey. She stood in her high heels, her cheek red from the slap her hands clasped behind her back while Glen came up and inspected her tits.
"Well, fuck me!" he said. "That's the best pair I've seen in a long while." ", Velda did indeed have a magnificent pair of tits. They were large and ripe, like melons, swinging proudly from her chest, their weight carrying them just a little down, and her large nipples stood out strongly in the middle of the pink areolas. Glen's hand reached out and ran slowly over ,the warm flesh. Velda trembled at this terrible invasion of her body. His fingers worked at her nipples knowingly, and she moaned with the utter disgust that ran right through her. He was humiliating her, desperately; completely. .
"Lift your hands over your head!" he snapped.
Velda did as she was told in a dream, a nightmare where things weren't really happening. His hands lifted her tits, tested them, played again with her nipples. Suddenly, his fingers tightened around her nipples and she screamed as the pain shot through her body. "Keep your hands up and shut up," he said, his terrible fingers tightening on her nipples again. Velda screamed and trembled, but somehow she managed to keep her hands in the air and get her breathing under control. He stayed as he was, his fingers painfully rolling her nipples as she stared in utter terror into his eyes.
"P-please, Mr. Peters!"
"'Sir' if you don't mind."
"Please, sir, please don't do this to me. Please!"
He laughed and ignored her. "You will call me Glen when you're in the office, and when I have you like this it will be 'sir', you understand'! 'Sir,' until I tell you 'differently."
"Oh yes, sir, yes," Velda gabbled. "Anything you tell me to, sir!"
"That's better. Now," he said, finally letting go of her nipples and standing back a little, "did anybody ever tell you that under those dreadful clothes you wear is one of the greatest bodies I have ever seen'!"
Velda shook her head and looked at the floor.
"Lower your arms." Velda dropped them with a sigh of relief. He came up to her and raised her chin with his hand, almost tenderly. He looked into her eyes and smiled.
"I'm going to make you appreciate that body and what it can do. Those wonderful lips of yours are going to get a lot of working out, too.
But you'll understand that later." Velda started sobbing again as he spoke. She didn't dare move as his mouth came slowly down and kissed her soft, full lips.
"Now," he said, his mouth inches from hers.
"Take those ridiculous panties off and we can see exactly what you've got."
Velda tore herself away and broke down.
"No," she screamed. "No, I won't do that, I won't!"
She ran to the desk: and tried to hide behind it. She wanted to scream but she knew it was well after five by now and there was nobody in the building. She was trapped, utterly trapped.
Glen just looked at his watch again. "Ten seconds."
"No!" screamed Velda, hanging onto the desk for dear life.
"I should explain," said Glen calmly. If you refuse to take those panties off, the results will be very painful for you indeed. In fact, they will be so painful you will beg me to let you take them off. Ten seconds from now."
Chapter Two
"No!" Velda screamed. "One."
"No!"
"Two, three, four, five."
"No, no please, please!" Velda clutched at the desk and looked desperately for a way out. The only door out was right past Glen. .
"Seven, eight, nine."
Please!"
"Ten. Right." Glen's hand dropped and he had grabbed Velda by the wrist before she could move. She screamed and tried to hit him, but he was immensely strong and simply threw her over his shoulder.
"No!" she screamed.
He shoved her back down, and carried her over to a closet next to the one that had the shoes. With her yelling and begging, he reached in and came out with several long pieces of rope.
He didn't answer, just carried her across to his desk. There, he cleared the few objects off it with one single sweep of his hand and threw her face down across the leather surface.
Velda screamed and struggled, trying to kick out at him, but he simply held her down with a knee in the back and wrapped one end of a piece of rope round her wrist. He walked round the desk, tossed the rope round one of its legs and pulled it tight. Velda screamed in real terror as her arm was pulled, but he had the rope tied securely before she knew what was happening.
Her body was weak with horror as he reached for her other hand. He swung a rope round it and had it tied to the other leg of the desk in a very few seconds. With Velda still 'yelling and begging, he walked back round the desk to her legs and grabbed them. She got one good kick at him, right in the chest.
"You'll regret that," he warned, but it didn't stop her. She kicked and lunged at him, her hands helplessly tied, her tits rubbing on the hard leather surface of the desk. She yelled as he "gave her a hard spank across her ass.
"Right!" he said and quickly grabbed her right ankle and tied that up, leaving her tied across the desk, her face so close to it she could feel her terrified breath as it warmed the surface. She felt his hands putting the shoes on her feet again. Suddenly, the terror took over and she stopped struggling, stopped everything, just waited for whatever horrors he had in store for her. Her lips trembled, and her body shook as he forced her feet back into the shoes, then rearranged the ropes on her ankles so that they were spread wider and her ass was forced higher into the air. Then he tightened the bonds on her arms, pulling them until she could hardly move at all.
As Velda softly wept on the desk, she saw his legs appear right in front of her. "Now," he said. "I am going to show you that disobedience will have very painful consequences for you indeed."
He reached down and lifted her head by a handful of her blonde hair. Velda gasped in defeat. In his hand was a thin springy rod. It was only an inch in diameter where he held it, and it tapered from there to a very tiny point about four feet from his hand. . '
Velda choked and gasped; her stomach heaving. "Oh no," she whispered. "Oh no, please don't hurt me with that, please!"
I gave you the choice," he said, "and you didn't take it."
"Oh, I'll take my panties off, honestly I will," Velda begged, suddenly remembering what this had all been about to start with.
"Please let me up, I'll take them off."
He laughed: "What, after all my work'? And you were such a bad little slut kicking at me and-"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do It again.
"Damn right you won't," said Glen and walked around the desk.
Velda trembled and felt as if she was going to vomit. She felt his hands moving over the cheeks of her ass, running over her panties, and partway down her, shapely legs as well. "No good," she heard him say. "These damn things are thick enough to repel a tank attack."
His hand went inside them and Velda gasped and then screamed as he ripped the fabric tearing the' thick briefs off.
"Fuck," he said, "'that's quite an ass you've got!"
Velda found herself begging him, the rush of words pouring out of her, promising anything if he would 'only let het go, promising to let him fire her If he would only untie the ropes and let her go home. On and on she went until she was cut off in mid word by the most terrible pain slashing across' her ass.
"Aaagghhh! " she screamed. "Please, please don't, aaagghhhh!"
She tore at the ropes as the pain surged round her body, begging him, begging him to stop as another slash cut into her soft rounded flesh. He laughed again and whipped her until her ass was one mass of red pain and she was weeping and crying as she twisted on the desk.
"Oooohh, please let me go," she begged "I don't want the job, you can fire me, please, please, aaaagghh, oh no, oh no, please!"
The whip of the thin rod beat into her ass cheeks again and she screamed, and dropped across the desk, gasping for air.
For several terrible seconds there was complete silence. Then Velda heard the swish of the cane again and screamed as It cut into her.
"That's for kicking me."
"Oh, I promise, I promise I won't-"
She screamed again and sobbed on the desk. Her ass was a mass of pain surging all through her as she tried to hide her body, but there was nowhere to go.
"Now," said Glen. He picked her head up by her hair again, staring into her tearful eyes. You are going to beg me to fuck you. Right here and now.
"Oh no, not that, please not that!" Velda sobbed, her chest heaving, her tits rubbing against the leather.
"You think I don't deserve a reward for all my hard work?
"Please, please!" Velda sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
"Say: 'please, please fuck me, sir,'" said Glen.
"No I won't please don't make me-"
She trailed off as he put cane down on the desk and unzipped the front of his pants. She gasped and sobbed again as he pulled out a cock so long and thick she knew she could never take it inside her body. It had to be a foot long, and nearly as thick as her arm.
"Ohhhh, ohh, please no!" she sobbed.
"Beg me to fuck you," said Glen, picking up the cane again.
"No, no, no, no, please!" Velda gabbled as he let his hold on her hair relax and walked around the desk again, She was screaming and begging in one long incoherent tumble of words as the cane cut into her ass again.
"Just let me know when you can't wait any longer to be fucked," he said as her scream died away to a low sobbing then he lashed her again and again, her screams echoing from the walls as the cane cut across her already flaming and painful ass cheeks. Her screamed got louder and more piercing, her body heaved against the ropes and she almost dislocated an arm as she pulled. Still the cane landed and cut into her flesh, still the thin rod beat lines across her ass until she was sobbing and begging and thought she was going to die.
"All right, all right, you can fuck me!" she suddenly gasped.
He lashed her hard across the ass again. "Pardon?"
"Aaagghh, oh no, I said you can fuck me, what more do you-aaaagg!"
"Ask me nicely." He lashed her ass and she screamed. "I like to be begged to fuck."
She fell on the desk and then leaped again as he cut her ass again.
"Sir," she yelled, "please fuck me, Sir.
"That's better," he said, and Velda dropped onto the desk again and sobbed her heart out. Then she felt his hands moving over her whipped and throbbing ass cheeks. "My, you've got one hell of an ass," he observed. There are a lot of people going to want a piece of this. "
Velda wept and sobbed unable to beg anymore, her body was such a mass of pain she could hardly think. Then suddenly, to her surprise, she felt a squirt of cream on her red-hot ass. It cooled it, spreading a sensual pleasure over her whipped flesh as he spread it. Terrified, she just stayed there and let him do as he wished, not pleading for anything. For several minutes he caressed her ass, his hands going over the twin thrusting ass mounds until her flesh felt almost cool and good again.
Then his fingers slowly went down between her legs to the soft mound of her cunt. Velda gasped again and, her body shook. His knowing hands were parting the lips of her pussy, stretching them back into the soft blonde hair of her mound.
"A nice little cunt," he said softly.
His finger rubbed over her clit and she moaned and begged him to stop, but he just laughed again. Then her body went rigid as he slowly thrust a finger inside her, reaching up her tight cunt, knuckle by knuckle. "Well, well," he said in surprise "Somebody's been here before."
Velda sobbed in shame and tried to press her face into the desk.
"Who' was it?" Glen asked.
"No!" she sobbed, almost silently.
"I'd hate to have to warm up your ass again after I took so much trouble to cool it, " he said.
This boy told me it would be good, it was horrible and my dad beat me for an hour 'cause I did it," she said in a rush.
"I see," said Glen. "Well, this time, you don t tell, your dad. And if he beats you, you tell me. I'm the only one who gets to do that unless I allow it. Is that clear?"
He pulled his hands away from her ass and she waited, hardly breathing until she felt the first push of his enormous cock at the entrance to her tiny cunt.
"Oooohhl!" she gasped, and her body contracted as he pushed again and slid just slightly inside her. Her mind was a blur. Only an hour before she would have died rattler than lie here tied up by a man who had just whipped her and who was thrusting his huge cock up her cunt.
"Not very well lubricated," said Glen, "but that will improve with time'."
He heaved his cock forward, and Velda gasped and almost passed out as he got another inch, of the monstrous fucker inside her. It seemed to swell, pushing the delicate walls of her cunt out until they were painfully stretched. She moaned again and pulled at the ropes as he moved deeper.
Now he was totally inside her, right to the hilt in her soft cunt. She didn't believe that such a huge thing could get up there. It filled her seeming to invade her entire body as it throbbed and thrust at the neck of her womb.
"Ooooooh," she sobbed as he slowly withdrew it until only the swollen cock head was inside her cunt lips. Then he rammed it in, going to the top of her cunt in one solid thrust. This time, Velda screamed. The ramming fuck was too much, it filled her cunt until he came to the end.
"Oh no!" she gasped. But he did it again, even faster, and soon he was fucking her cunt in 'long rapid thrusts, slapping his balls into her legs at each peak. Velda's heart was pounding, her whole body twisted and turned on the prick that skewered her, lifting her body as it fucked her.
"Shit, but you've got a tight little cunt!" His cock began to go faster and faster in her. "Your pussy's the best, the best, kid."
His hips went on fucking, and Velda wept and sobbed at the humiliation and pain she had been put through. Faster and faster he fucked her, and she screamed as his cock filled her cunt and rammed itself through her helpless body. Bent over, her face on the leather of the desk she choked and wept as he went out of control fucking her cunt for all he was worth, his huge cock stretching her pussy with growing pain, a rasping, vicious fuck she was helpless to prevent.
"Ohh, no!" she sobbed again as his cock rammed her cunt.
"Oh fuck!" he shouted. "Oh fuck me, oh yehhhhh!"
Suddenly, Velda felt hot fluid pouring out of his cock every time it rammed to the top of her cunt. On and on he went, fucking at her, making her take it all as she twisted on the desk and wept more tears of humiliation. At last his prick slowed its terrible invasion, but the fluid he had shot was running down her legs as it overflowed, her pussy. That humiliation more than any other sent her into another flood of tears.
Long after his cock had shot its last load of cum, Glen leaned on her, resting while his cock slowly softened.
"When you get to work in the morning, you are to come straight to me. Do you understand that?"
"Yes sir, I understand," she said.
He pulled his cock out of her and undid the ropes. Velda was crying quietly as she stood up and rubbed her painful ass and wrists and ankles. He let her go to the bathroom and tidy up, and then watched her as she got dressed.
"How am I going to explain?" she asked, holding up her torn panties.
"You're a big girl, you'll think of something," he said. "It won't happen again, you won't be wearing stuff like that here any more. Report to me at nine in the morning and you keep your job." The reminder was almost brutal. Velda stifled a sob and left. On the way home she almost decided to leave home, run away and never go back to that horrible, humiliating work again. When she got in, her father looked up from the television.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"I had to stay late at work," said Velda timidly.
"You probably messed something up and had to stay to fix it," he said contemptuously.
"You'll never do anything right. I don't know why I bother to keep you around." He turned back to the sitcom. "Remember," he said suddenly. "Lose this job and you're out."
Velda fled to her room, tears flowing down her face. She flung herself on the bed and wept bitterly. At least her father wouldn't know about the panties, but she had no choice. She had to go back to work tomorrow.
Chapter Three
When Velda woke the next morning, her ass cheeks were still sore. The ache instantly brought back the terrible memories and she wept helplessly until her new mom leaned around the door of her room and told her to get up. Velda took one look at the garishly made up, hard face and knew she would get no sympathy from her. Snuffling and fighting back tears, she got up, showered and dressed-in the dreadful, gigantic bra and thick panties, another slip just as long as the one she had worn yesterday, and a dress equally as shapeless as the rest of the wardrobe.
There was no breakfast, as usual, and her father was still asleep after a night of drinking but she did manage to make a cup of coffee before hurrying out to catch the bus to work.
She hardly knew what she was doing, she was so depressed and frightened. She was at work and opening the door to the secretarial pool before she knew where she was. Across the room, one of the secretaries a dark-haired, pretty girl called Julie, sniggered and whispered something to one of her friends.
Velda blushed and hurried to her desk. She didn't get there.
"Oh, Velda," called Julie, "Glen Wants to see you in his office. Now. You're late."
Velda gasped and almost burst into tears. She put her coat down and hurried along to the scene of her humiliation the night before. Hanging her head and trembling, she knocked on the door. She went in when he called.
"You're late," said Glen, getting up from the desk.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Peters," Velda said.
"Yes," he snapped. "This is Carol, you know her of course."
He pointed to the office manager, Carol Bates, who sat with her slim, perfectly shaped legs crossed, looking at Velda coolly. Carol was slightly taller than Velda. She was. always dressed immaculately in the latest fashions and had a beautiful face surrounded by dark hair cut short and swept back. Her features were strong and commanding, her nose was straight and her full sensual mouth always had a slight pout to it. Her dark eyes pierced into Velda as the girl stood there twitching in the center of the floor.
"She is going to see that you are dressed today as you will continue to be dressed," Glen went on. "She is also going to train you in some other matters, but we can get to them later. You will call her Miss Bates until your training is finished. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes Mr. Peters," said Velda.
"And until your training is finished you will also call me 'sir.'"
"Yes, sir," said Velda looking down at the floor tears now running down her face.
Glen turned away and ignored her. "I know she doesn't look like very much, Carol," he said, "but I think you'll find that there's a lot of promise under all that. Anyway, check her out and give me your opinion."
Carol nodded. She got up and went over to Velda. "Stand up straight, girl," she snapped. "That's better." She took Velda's chin in her hand and examined her closely. She flicked Velda's hair back away from her face. "Mmmmnn, you might be right." She stepped back and looked Velda slowly up and down. "Well, we'll see what we can do. Come along, Velda."
Velda followed Carol down the corridor to an elevator. They took the elevator to the subbasement, a place Velda had never seen before.
"In here," said Carol, and waved Velda into a large room. There were a lot of closets in the room. The floor was only partly carpeted and there were a number of mirrors and benches lying around. Carol directed Velda to the middle of a long strip of carpet and made her stand there while she walked around her slowly.
"My God, you do need a lot of work, don't you." She stepped back and leaned against, a bench. "Well, we'll start from first principles. Take those clothes off."
Velda looked at her and a desperate fury rose in her stomach. She wasn't going to do as she was told. She wasn't going though the humiliation of the night before. "No!" she screamed. "No, I won't do it! I won't!"
Carol raised one eyebrow. "You will do as I say, or the results will be very painful indeed for you. Now, take off that dress. It's a disgrace, anyway."
"No!" Velda screamed, her tits heaving with emotion.
Carol leaned over the bench and spoke into an intercom. "I think you'd better put our lunch date back a little Glen, this one is going to be difficult."
"Take your time," came Glen's voice.
Carol went over to one of the closets and took out a whip. The handle was short and made of braided leather that separated into long, knotted strips for another four or five feet. Velda moaned and the tide of fury in her turned to hatred of this woman who now walked towards her, the whip swinging in her hand.
Carol stopped a couple of feet from Velda. Their eyes locked for a split second, then Carol's free hand swept up and slapped Velda right across the face. Velda howled and clutched at her cheek, but Carol caught her with a back hand and then another forward slap, making her head ring.
"Oh please!" Velda moaned, but Carol caught her again and she dropped to the floor, weeping and clutching her face. She gasped as the handcuffs clicked around her wrist. She started in horror and tried to get her other arm away, but Carol already had her held, and the second hand was locked in before she could even cry out. Velda gasped and struggled, but the cuffs cut into her wrists and hurt as Carol hauled her to her feet.
There was a long chain hanging from a beam with a locking hook at the end of it. Velda was pulled towards it, crying and weeping. "Oh no," she gasped, "oh please don't hurt me, please, please, I'll take my clothes off I really will!"
Carol laughed. "Always decide to do these things too late, don't you?"
Velda yelled and tried to run away, but the chain rattled and Carol had clicked the hook around the link between the two halves of the cuffs and Velda was held.
"Oh please!" Velda begged. "Please, don't hurt me, please! I'll scream, I'll scream until somebody comes and you'll be sorry."
"Scream all you like," said Carol with a grin. "This place is totally soundproofed and only Glen and I use it anyway."
She heaved on the chain and Velda gave a sob of terror. The chain clanked through, a pulley and the hook went up, taking her arms with it. "Oh no!" Velda screamed, but Carol heaved again and the hook was raised above her head. Velda sobbed and wept as her arms were pulled higher until she was stretched out, her feet only just touching the floor, her whole, body painfully pulled by its own weight.
Then Carol stopped and secured the chain.
"Oh please," Velda whispered, "my arms hurt!" Carol laughed. "That won't be the only part of you that hurts." I'm going to teach you to be obedient to your masters.
Her hands went to the neck of Velda's dress.
"This thing is a disgrace!"
With a great heave, she tore the buttons off and the thin fabric ripped apart down to the top of Velda's huge, tit-covering bra.
"What the fuck is that?" Carol asked, and heaved again, tearing the dress farther until it was below Velda's, tits and her slip was also revealed. Carol stepped back and surveyed Velda as she moaned and twisted on the chain.
"You stupid bitch, you look a mess!" She tore the dress still farther, and went on tearing until it was split right to the hem. Velda wept and begged, but it was no use. Carol ignored her, reached up and ripped it away from her arms, tearing at it until she could throw the torn garment away and onto the floor.
"I'll do anything you want," Velda wept, "anything, just don't hurt me, please!"
Carol chuckled. "Maybe after this you'll learn faster," she said, and her hands reached up for the neck of Velda's slip. It was easier to tear than the dress, but Carol only ripped it to the waist and then went for the bra. Velda wept with humiliation, but Carol gave one mighty heave and the material parted across her tits.
Carol heaved again and snapped the whole thing apart while Velda's helpless body swung off the ground and back as she hung by her arms.
Velda's huge tits broke out of their prison.
"My' God," said Carol as she watched the twin tit-globes bounce free and swing at her.' "Those fuckers made you look as if you were flat chested. Fuck me, you've got the best pair 'of tits I've seen!"
Velda wept and tried, to hide her head. But with no ceremony at all, Carol ripped her bra apart, tearing the shoulder straps and then pulling the mutilated monster away. Then she ripped the slip farther and tore it away from Velda's tits and chest until she was satisfied.
"Now," 'she said. "Now I will show you what happens to girls who show even the slightest disobedience. " She reached down and picked up the whip. Velda started begging in earnest, promising anything, anything at all if Carol would only stop, only not hurt her.
In a dream, Velda watched Carol's arm go back, the whip dangling from her hand. Then the arm flashed in and the whip crashed right across Velda's unprotected tits;
"Oh God, oh no!" Velda wept as the arm went back again and the whip cut through the air and whipped over her flesh. At the impact, her tits bounced. She screamed again, her whole body contorting on the chain as Carol whipped her repeatedly, the red marks spreading over the whole of her luscious ripe tits. "Oh no, oh no, please, oh no, I'll be good, I'll be, aaaaghhhhr"
But Carol kept on whipping her. She was an expert, and each stroke landed slightly differently. In a series of threes, Carol would whip down on her tits, sending them bouncing towards her waist with the impact. Then, as they came back up, she would catch them right across the nipples, sending the bound girl screaming and twisting on the chain. Then Carol would whip upwards slightly, catching the heavy tit-globes and sending them fluttering with the beat of the leather.
The red lines spread all over Velda's tits. There were deeper red points where the knots had landed, but soon even those were lost in the crimson red mass of tortured flesh. Velda screamed continuously, her violently beaten body twisting and rolling on the chain, and the' tears flowed continuously down her cheeks. There were no more words, from her, only screams and sobs, as she hung there helplessly. As her eyes widened and stared, the pain from her tits mingled with the pain from her arms. She only felt the whole thing as just one great agony that flowed around her, spreading, taking her upwards, lifting her body with each stroke of the whip until a strange thing happened. With the last few strokes she hardly felt the pain, it was just as if a pulse was rising, lifting, her until she gave one last great scream and crashed over into blackness, falling on the chain, hanging there unconscious.
Chapter Four
When Velda came around, she was lying on the carpet. She moaned and rolled over, reaching for her throbbing tits. She was still in her torn slip and her hands passed over the red and painful flesh as she tried to caress them and make them stop hurting.
"Here," Carol said, and tossed her a tube of cream. "Rub that on them, it'll stop the pain and keep them soft. They need to be soft." Velda put some of the cream on her painful tit-globes. It did help. The pain was less almost at once and the cream gave an almost sensual glow to her as she rubbed it in.
"Get up!" Carol ordered, and Velda scrambled to her feet. "Now get the rest of those clothes off."
Velda didn't refuse this time. She took the slip off and even pulled her panties off so that she was quite naked in front of Carol.
"Well," said Carol, "Glen was right, there's definitely something here to work with." She cupped Velda's still-aching tits in her r hands and Velda moaned.
"Oh come on, that doesn't hurt. This hurts." Carol brutally squeezed Velda's beaten nipples between her fingers. Velda screamed, almost fainting again. Her breath went ragged and she gasped for air.
"Now, what shall we get you to wear? Carol went over to one .9f the closets and opened a drawer. She came back with some scanty under things in her hands. "Put these on." Velda took them and gasped when she saw what they were. The bra was a quarter cup and would leave all her tits from the nipple up exposed. There was a small corset that looked as if it would be very tight indeed. The panties were just string and a small triangle of white satin at the front, and then there were suspenders and a belt, and white mesh stockings.
"I~I can't put these on," she whispered. "I-I can't!"
Carol looked at her and lit another cigarette. "I thought those tits of yours were quite sore enough, but I can arrange that, if you like."
Velda didn't argue any more. The corset was indeed tight, it pulled her in at the waist and thrust her tits higher making them look even bigger. The bra added to the effect, so that her red and aching tit-globes spread away and up, giving her a deep cleavage.
She fumbled with the suspender belt and stockings. She wasn't used to putting such things on. But eventually she was ready and stood there facing her tormentor.
"Now the shoes, " said Carol, and tossed Velda a pair of six-inch, white sandals.
Velda put her feet in them and stood uncertainly on the stiletto heels.
"Turn around," said Carol, and, Velda almost fell over-in the attempt. "Shit, you've got one hell of a lotto learn, but I'll teach you." She picked up the"' whip again. "Oh I'll learn, I'll do it, Miss Bates!" Velda moaned. "I'll do whatever you say!" Carol caught her across the ass with the whip.
"Let me explain something," she said as Velda screamed and clutched at her ass. "You're doing this to turn men on. You get that? Now walk and let's see that ass of yours move. That's it, put your foot out straight, step down and roll your hips as you move. You walk so men are going to want to fuck you, got that?"
Velda stared sobbing again at the disgusting things Carol was saying. With casual timing, Carol flicked the whip over Velda's thighs, getting another low scream from the girl.
"Now walk!" Carol ordered.
Velda did as she was told, stepping to each curt instruction, trying to swing her hips and parade as Carol told her to.
"Shit, girl," said Carol after a while. "You got the tits, the legs, the ass, and still you can't use them properly. Now walk like you want to get laid or I'll have you on that chain again."
Bitterly resentful and bitterly terrified, Velda tried to do as she was told. Her walk was a parody, she just couldn't make it look as if she wanted that disgusting thing.
"I'm sorry," Velda wept, "I just can't do it, I just can't!" Carol lashed her across the tits, getting a scream, but Velda held her hands tightly, knowing what would come if she disobeyed.
"You'll learn," said Carol and lashed her again. "Now go and bend over the bench." Velda almost fainted. Too frightened to disobey, she went slowly over and bent at the waist until she was touching the hard surface and her ass was sticking up into the air, the high heels accentuating the curves of her legs.
Carol walked over and looked at her.
"Spread your legs! Lean further forward, that's it, get your ass higher! Hmmmn," said Carol, "that looks okay. Now run your hand down to your pussy and play with it."
Oh God, thought Velda, what had she said? She stood helplessly against the bench, her ass in the air, not moving an inch.
"I said," said Carol, menace in her voice, run your hand down into your panties and play with that little pussy of yours." Still Velda couldn't move. The order was just too disgusting to even contemplate. She couldn't even sob, she just stood there, her fingers clutching the edge of the bench, her vulnerable ass rigid, sticking up in front of Carol.
"I should explain," said Carol, coming around to Velda's head. "If I use the cat on you, all those knotted bits will hit your fingers too. And I like to be more accurate than that. So I use this. It' something like Glen used on you last night. It, hurts just as much."
She ran the long thin rod past Velda's paralyzed gaze., "Now, I suggest you do as I say, it will hurt a lot less."
She swished the rod through the air and the very sound cut into Velda's body like a knife, giving her a new and greater wave of terror.
Velda sobbed and almost gave in. But she couldn't do that, she couldn't touch herself there, particularly in front of another woman. She knew she was helpless. She knew what would happen if she tried to get up, and the very knowledge sent a desperate surge of feeling through her. She didn't know what it was, but it almost overwhelmed her, tingling sensations running down her legs and back up into her pussy.
"Run your hand down into your panties." Ohh no please!" she begged. "Please don't make me, aaaggghh, ohhh, please!"
Velda hung there, waiting for another whipping, but Carol held back. .
"Rub your pussy!" she said, and waited while Velda moaned and rolled her body on the bench, her tits rubbing over the wooden surface. Without warning, she lashed Velda across the ass cheeks again. "Rub your pussy!"
Slowly, Velda took her hand and slid it over her body, down to the tiny, white panties. Another cut of the whip stung her ass and she slid her hand inside and touched her throbbing pussy lips. The self-disgust made her break into sobs again.
"Rub your clit," Carol ordered. "It's that hard bud between your cunt lips. Do it; bitch!" Velda screamed again as Carol laid the rod across her ass cheeks, keeping it away from where her fingers exploited her cunt for the first time.
"Finger fuck yourself!"
Velda ran a finger over her clit and gasped in surprise at the sensations that coursed out from it. Her clit was damp, slick with juices as she slid her finger over the hard surface. Sparks of pleasure echoed out, running up into her body, making her moan and roll on the bench.
"Oh don't make me do this!" she begged Carol. "It's wicked, it's aaaaaghhh,ohhhh, oh no, ooohhh!"
Her fingers were suddenly working like crazy over her pussy, running up and down, over her clit and down to the entrance of her pussy itself. Carol landed the whip again, right, across Velda's ass, sending the girl leaping on the bench, her fingers rubbing at herself as hard as they could, rubbing to take away the pain of the rod on her flesh.
Velda flattened out on the bench, her fingers now working on her clit shamelessly. Carol landed the rod across her ass each time her fingers gave an extra lustful pinch on her clit.
"I said: finger fuck yourself!" Velda obeyed without a second thought. She rammed one finger up into her, throbbing cunt and worked it around the walls. But that wasn't enough, and she had to put another one up, and then another, rubbing as the whip landed on her, ass cheeks. She lost all sense of time and place and just screamed and her other hand went down without her noticing and took over the rubbing of her clit so .she was finger fucking herself and rubbing her fuck bud at the same time.
Carol whipped her ass as she moaned and sobbed on the bench, watching as Velda thrust her fingers higher and higher into her cunt. The hand rubbing the wet bud of her clit began to blur, she was rubbing so hard and fast. Then Velda's ass began to circle, thrusting lewdly up as she expected the whip to land. Carol watched and laid the rod into her at the peak of each heave.
Velda was lost. She couldn't admit what she was doing. She was masturbating herself with both hands while her ass actually leaped upwards to meet the whip. She was delirious. The rising sensation in her body was sending her further and further out of her mind. 'Her tits rubbed harder and harder on the hard wooden surface of the bench, and, at each thrashing cut of the whip, she would scream again and bear down her body, harder and harder onto the unyielding surface. Her hands were wet, her fingers sopping with her juices as she rubbed and scratched at her pussy and rammed her fingers up her cunt.
Then all the sensations began to go into one huge sea of pain and lust. The sharp agony of the rod on her ass blended with the softer pain from her tits on the bench and the furious rubbing of her clit. Her body leaped high at each cut, her moans echoed off the walls and her ass beat in higher and higher circles as Carol brought the thin rod down across her ass harder and harder as her climax built.
Then Velda soared and crashed into a world she had never known existed. All the, pain and lust mixed together into an orgasm that sent her falling into a pit of absolute abandon. Her screams became continuous and great sobs wracked the room as she came in an agony of disgust that she could be so depraved. But that only made the orgasm higher, sent fresh waves of lust through her until her ass was beating up and down, seeking the whip. She screamed again, a long, high scream, and collapsed on the bench, sobbing and crying at her own wickedness.
Carol let her lie there for a while. Velda was crying and muttering to herself. She deserved to be whipped, she deserved to be punished for being so disgusting. She would rather die than accept what she had done. She was as evil as her father ever said she was. On and on she went, her self-disgust getting higher and higher, her sobs louder.
"Shut up!" Carol suddenly said. "Now get up and take those clothes off!" Struggling back to her feet, Velda stared in amazement at Carol "But you just told me to put them on," she said.
"Bend over!" said Carol.
In a dream, Velda did as she was told. Three times she screamed, as the rod landed on her already red and sore ass.
"You will not question a single thing I say!"
"Yes, Miss Bates," said Velda, ,her breath coming in a rush.
"Now stand up and take those clothes off." Velda didn't say a word. She stripped in double quick time.
"Follow me," said Carol and led Velda through a door into a magnificently laid out bathroom. In the middle of the floor was a large hot tub. "Get in!" Velda did as she was told and the hot water bubbled around her and relaxed her almost immediately.
"You will stay there until we say you can get out," said Carol. "I will he about an hour. I will have one of the girls bring you down some lunch and you can eat it in there. Any questions?"
"No, Miss Bates," said Velda, her chest tight, her whole body doing the strangest things to her.
"Good," said Carol and left.
Velda found she had to relax as the water surged around her and the curves of the bath fitted her body perfectly. Before long, she was' almost asleep. She was so content she didn't even feel embarrassed as Julie came down with a tray and her lunch. She just took it and watched Julie walk out with a knowing look on her face. She discovered she was ravenously hungry.
When she had eaten, and drunk the wine she had been given, she quickly fell asleep.
Chapter Five
Velda came out of her sleepy haze to hear voices. She opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Glen and Carol. She started to tremble again.
"Get out!" said Glen.
Velda almost scrambled out of the hot tub. She didn't even try to hide her body, as she stood there in front of them, stark naked.
Glen reached out and ran his hand over her tits. You sure gave her the treatment."
"Yes," said Carol with, no sympathy at all. "She really made it hard on herself. What shall we dress her in for tonight?"
"Tonight?" Velda's throat went dry at the words. "Oh, please, Miss Bates, I have to go home tonight, my dad will be expecting me."
"Home?" laughed Carol. "You want to go home in this?" She tossed the torn remains of Velda's dress to her.
Velda looked down at the mutilated garment and burst into tears again. "But, this means I can't go home!"
Glen chuckled. "By the time we've trained you properly I don't think you will want to go home, but you might like to know that I phoned your father and told him you were doing some important work for us and probably wouldn't be back. For a few days."
"D-days?" Velda sobbed. She felt totally betrayed and helpless.
"He didn't seem to mind," Glen went on. "He said I was crazy and that you would mess up anything I gave you to do. He said he didn't care if you never came home again." That was too much for Velda. She fell to the floor, sobbing her eyes out.
"Get up!"
Velda struggled and tried to face them. Her face was streaked with tears and her hair hung down in damp rags to her shoulders. Her tormentors looked at her. "Get her dressed at the house," said Carol. "Too much to do here."
"Yes," said Glen, "I think you're right." He grabbed Velda and pulled her into the main room. The two of them threw a loose robe over her body, then tied her hands behind her back. Velda started to cry and plead with them, but a gag was thrust in her mouth and a blindfold placed over her eyes. Finally, they put a length of chain between her ankles and bound them, so she could only shuffle along.
Crying and bound, Velda was led out of the room. They didn't go in the elevator, instead she was taken into what could only have been the underground garage of the office block. There, as she heard a horn bleep and smelled the odor of oil and fumes, a car swished quietly up and she was forced inside.
"Lie on the floor," said a voice and Velda fell down and lay there like a sack. The drive was a long one, fully an hour, and Velda had no idea where she was by the time she heard the tires roll on gravel and the car came to a halt. The door opened and she was bundled out and taken up a flight of steps, across a floor and along a corridor. Then a door opened and Velda was pushed inside. She tripped and fell. Hands hauled her to her feet and' the gag and blindfold were taken off.
She was in a luxurious room. Mirrors and carpets and sofas, and a full line of makeup seats and lights and mirrors. Standing in front of her was Julie, the secretary from the office. But Julie wasn't dressed like a secretary any more. She wore a tight dress, held in at the waist by a wide belt. The dress was cut low over her tits and showed most of them as they bulged out. And the hem of the dress only just covered Julie's ass, ending at her stocking tops, black nylon stockings that accentuated her slim shapely legs and ended at a pair of high- heeled shoes.
"Well," said Julie, "I've gotta get you ready before they decide what you're going to wear. Go over there and sit down." She waved at the line of makeup tables and Velda went over, timidly, too shocked to resist a thing. "And take that robe off. It's disgusting."
Velda looked at her, but there was no way out. She slipped the robe down and sat at the mirror totally naked. She was ashamed to see herself in the bright lights. Her tits seemed to have grown bigger and to thrust more upward, even after the whipping they had just been given. The marks were almost gone. Just a faint red glow of the flesh which made her look even more vulnerable and lovely.
"Well now," said Julie, coming up behind her. "What will please our guests tonight?"
She looked at Julie for a few moments and then got to work. Amid all her terror Velda couldn't help but be fascinated by the change Julie was making in her. All these years she had been told she was plain, if not ugly, and there was no-hope for her at all. And it wasn't true.
She was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. Julie made her face up, accentuating her cheekbones, lining, her eyes and deepening them. Then her lips, a deep red, sensuous accentuating the fact that she always kept them slightly open, showing just a hint of her front teeth.
"Shit," said Julie, as she stood back. "That's not bad kid. Now the hair." She piled Velda's hair on top of her head, swirling it around until it lay above her face like a cloud.
"Oh well,'" said Julie, "if you can keep that up through all you have to do tonight you won't be doing bad, kid. "See you." No sooner had Julie left than Carol and Glen came in. Carol had several black leather things in her hands. She hardly said a word 'to Velda, just threw the garments across a chair.
First she put a tight leather corset around Velda. If started just below her tits and forced, them up almost painfully as Carol tightened, the knots at the back: She went on until Velda found it difficult to breathe and her waist was tied in like an hourglass. At the bottom, the corset came almost to her pussy at the front, but stayed above the swell of her ass cheeks behind, forcing her ass cheeks outward with its tight leather binding. Then there was a pair, of tight, transparent panties that served no purpose but to make Velda's pussy and ass look even more alluring. , There was a pair of long gloves that went up to her elbows. Then came the soft leather boots. Carol forced them on Velda, up to mid- thigh and fitting tightly all the way. The boots also had high heels and Velda stumbled as she tried to stand.
Finally, Carol put a thick collar around Velda's neck and attached a length of chain to it. When she pulled on the chain, Velda stumbled forward and almost fell again.' "Stand up!" Carol snapped and pulled Velda after her out of the room, along the corridor again and into another hall.
Here it was almost dark. Velda could see a platform and several benches and seats around the floor, but very little else. It was also deserted. Carol took Velda across the floor to a thick stone pillar standing to one side of the main arena. There, without saying a word, she took Velda's arms and tied them together in thick leather cuffs. Velda gasped, but she didn't resist.
Then Carol took her arms and forced them above her head, linking them again to something high on the pillar. She stepped back for an inspection, nodded and left without a word..
Velda tried to twist around in her bonds to see what was happening. But she could hardly move at all. Her back was against the pillar and her arms were bound so tight they bent considerably at the elbow, but still swelling her tits out farther than normal. Velda whimpered and waited, wondering what could possibly happen next.
Gradually, she realized that people were, coming into the room, dark figures in long robes. They took chairs and sat in a circle around the central stage that stood only a couple of feet above the main part of the floor. Slowly, the lights on the stage came up and music started strange, sensuous music that stirred even Velda's bound body. She wanted to cry out, but all the attention was on the stage, and she knew it was safer to be ignored.
Then Julie stepped into the light still wearing the tight black dress, high heels and stockings. She posed for her audience a moment, and then swung slowly round the stage, showing off to people. She paraded to the beat of the music, flicked her dress so it showed the tops of her thighs and the dark mound beneath the tiny, panties. She went up to one of the figures and lifted her skirt to her waist for him; swaying inches from his face, spreading her legs, rolling her pussy at him. Then she swung around and bent over, her ass waving at the men her fingers playing down over the tight pussy-hugging panties.
There was a murmur from the audience, and as her eyes became accustomed, Velda saw that most of them were men. There were a couple of women and there, over to one side, was Carol. Velda's breathing became difficult. A, wave of panic spread through her as she watched Julie bend forward in front of one of the men, opening the front of her dress and letting him slide his hand inside over her neat thrusting tits. They weren't anywhere near as big as Velda's, but they were a handful and the man got a great deal of pleasure from them, judging by the way he caressed them and squeezed her nipples.
Julie swung away from him and spent more time teasing the audience, swinging her dress up, spreading her legs and finally leaning, backwards over a desk, her legs wide, her fingers running over her tight little pussy in time to the music. She leaned back, arousing herself with her hand, turning so most of the audience could watch her slow masturbation.
Suddenly the music stopped and Glen's voice rang out over a loudspeaker. "What are you doing little girl?'"
Julie shot upright and trembled but her fingers stayed playing with her pussy.
"Nothing, sir, nothing," she said in a little-girl-lost- voice, her fingers working away in her panties. "You were playing with yourself, weren't you'?" the voice boomed out.
"Oh no, sir, honest I wasn't," Julie gasped, her fingers now running up into her pussy as she spread her legs wide for them. "You were playing with yourself, admit it!" said the voice.
"Oh yes, yes sir, I was," Julie gasped, her hand blurring on her clit.
"And what happens to little girls who play with themselves?" asked the booming voice.
"They have to be-aaahhhh!" Julie moaned as she brought herself off, her fingers rubbing her clit, her legs spread for all the audience to see. She clung to the table and waited until her come had died down. "They have to be punished, sir. They have to be punished severely."
"That's right. Now take those panties off, they must be wet enough as it is.." Julie slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. .
"Good " said the voice. "Now go over to the man in front of you and lean down."
Julie walked over and bent at the waist In front of the man. Since she was higher than he was, her head was still only low enough to reach his chest.
Slowly a figure stepped into the spotlight. Ve1da was sure it was Glen, but the man was in leather from head to toe and wore a mask. Only around his massive_ cock was the leather cut away, and the cock was already rampant and sticking out like a small flagpole. In the man's hand was another whip, a longer, harder one than Carol had used on Velda, but the same nine-tailed type._
The figure stepped up to Julie as she bent over, her dress already revealing most of her ass. With the whip, the figure tapped the arms of the chair and Julie put her arms on either side of the man. He leaned back and took her by the head and slowly forced her down until she was bent almost double at the waist and her face was only inches from his cock.
Julie was gasping and crying softly. From the pillar, Velda could see her plainly, her ass in the air, her short dress fallen back to her waist Julie's legs were still straight, her knees locked as she waited. .
Suddenly, the man in the mask flicked the whip over Julie's ass. Julie humped and yelled her head bobbing above the man's cock. "Now, when do I stop whipping you?" the man in the mask asked.
"When I've sucked you off," said Julie, her ass waving, her body trembling.
"Then-get on with it!" snarled the masked man and thrashed her ass again.
In utter horror, Velda watched as Julie slowly lowered her head even farther, and her mouth came in contact with the tip of the man's cock. Velda couldn't believe that anybody could do something that perverted, to actually let a man stick his cock in her mouth. Her breath going wilder and more and more uneven, Velda watched, fascinated and disgusted as Julie sank her mouth right onto the cock, going down and down, inch by inch as the man in the mask whipped her ass- hard, cutting strokes that sent Julie leaping and moaning at each one.
Velda could hear Julie gasp and moan at each thrash of the whip. The man was using it in a tight, slow rhythm, bearing the whip down as Julie thrust her twin ass cheeks up, their meeting sending a sharp crack through the room. Slowly the whip increased both its speed and intensity. Julie's mouth sank farther and farther onto the man's cock, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster as the whip urged her on.
Her hands bracing herself on the chair, Julie bowed deeper and deeper until her mouth had swallowed the whole of the cock, and Velda could see her throat bulging. Her cheeks glowed a bright red and her mouth open wide around the cock it was swallowing, let out a long guttural moan of lust. Her dress slid farther up her back as her body rolled and went lower, her ass the center of a bull's eye where the whip landed again and again, harder and harder the man swinging it higher and faster across the soft flesh where it splattered and cut deeper red marks into the glowing crimson.
Then the man in the chair was arching upward, his cock thrusting at Julie's willing mouth, his head thrown back as he yelled and his cock pumped cum deep into Julie's throat.
Julie was coming too, her hips thrusting for the whip, her mouth screaming and bubbling as cum rushed from beneath her lips and she sucked and licked at it as the man in the mask brought her orgasm to a shattering climax. For five strokes of the whip, Julie held rigid, her body trembling as cum still oozed out of her mouth and her scream of total abandon echoed around the room.
Then on the fifth stroke she collapsed, fell to her knees, her mouth still on his cock, cleaning the cum from the shaft and the dark hair at the base. The man in the mask looked down at her, and smiled slightly.
Hanging on her pillar, Velda felt sick. To have a man shoot that stuff in a girl's mouth. It was terrible.
On the stage, Julie was still sucking at the cock.
"Oh, give me another one, please do it again," she begged her lips around the slowly softening prick head.
"Later, my little slave," said the, man in the mask. "For now we have the surprise of the night, our new arrival."
Velda saw the than in the mask wave the whip towards her.
"This is Velda, our new slave., She needs some training yet, but I'm sure you will be more than happy to give it to her." The figure stepped off the stage and walked slowly over to the bound, helpless girl squirming against the pillar. "Please, come over and give her your inspection."
As Velda struggled to pull herself away from the stone and the bonds only got tighter, she saw the audience get up and also come over. She gave a groan and almost passed out.
Chapter Six
"Look at those tits!" said one of the men in awe.' He reached out and put his hand on Velda's right tit-mound, just above the line where it squeezed out of the top of her tight bodice. "Shit, man," he said, rolling her nipples around in his fingers. "She's not bad, Glen, not bad at all"
Velda sobbed and tried to pull away, but the man twisted her nipples harder, turning her flesh until she was moaning and heaving on the ropes.
"Please don't, please stop!" she begged, the pain running down her body and making her legs tremble.
The man laughed and gave her nipples another great heave. Velda screamed and pulled on her bonds, but they wouldn't give.
"Please!" she begged, "I'll do anything you want, anything!"
Then she screamed again as he twisted her sore flesh once more, turning and pulling the nipples straight out until Velda felt herself being hauled off the pillar by her tits. She screamed and begged again as the pain burned through her body, right down to her throbbing pussy.
Then the man let go of Velda's tits and watched as they bounced back and trembled against her chest. She screamed again as he stepped in and gave them a series of hard slaps with the palm of his hand. Then he stopped and went back into the line of people. Another man came out, also dressed in a loose robe. From the front of it, his long thin cock struck out like a ramrod and Velda could almost feel it skewering her helpless body.
He came right up to Velda and looked at her. She whimpered and twisted on the ropes, her arms struggling as his relentless gaze bore into her. Then, with great deliberation, he brought his arm up and Velda saw he had a long thin strip of rubber bound around it. Her eyes bulged. Slowly, he unwound a length of it, and then another, until he had nearly two feet of it hanging free. Velda sobbed and begged, staring in horror as he raised his left hand with the rubber wound round it, leaving it just an inch from her right nipple. She gasped and sobbed as she saw him slowly stretch the free end back, right in line with her tit until the rubber was taut and stretched as hard as he could pull it.
"Ooooooh, ohhhh, no, please, please!" Velda sobbed as she watched his hand hovering in front of her. He let the end go. It zipped out and cut a deep red line across Velda's tit, biting into the nipple and the surrounding flesh.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed, and her body leapt against the pillar as the pain seared through her.
Around her, there were murmurs of satisfaction. There was a deep red line across her tit, over her nipple and down, curving slightly back as it went.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh no!" Velda sobbed as she came down from her agonized roll against the pillar. She was weeping uncontrollably, tears running down her face. She saw him line the rubber upon her other nipple.
"Ooooohhhh, no, please, no, please, I'll do anything you want, anything, just please don't, please, no, no, no, aaaaaggghhhh!"
She screamed even louder this time, as the pain doubled, arcing through her body. The rubber slapped and bit into her left tit, cutting a second deep red line in her flesh.
She faced him again. The rubber stretched back and he let go at the instant she saw him. Velda almost went out of her mind with the pain. It echoed through her and her body went rigid, her head back, her mouth screaming in agony. She fell this time, hanging on the ropes, weeping and moaning.
Around her, she heard people breathing hard and the stares out of the semi- darkness drove her crazy.
"Face me!" said the .man with the rubber thong. His eyes bored into her and he smiled lightly. "You're going to beg me to do this." Velda screamed again and rolled as the horrible rubber thong lashed across her tits. She was delirious, she couldn't think for the pain. Again, he thrashed her and the agony got worse. It was a deep red pain, throbbing from her beaten tits, out and over the whole of her body.
Around her, the electric current in the crowd was getting stronger. Julie was on her knees sucking some man's cock while he watched the rubber biting across Velda's red, bouncing tits. Another of the women was bent forward over a table, her partner fucking her as they both watched. Many of the men were slowly rubbing their hard cocks. The rubber thong landed on her tits again. Velda's scream echoed off the walls.
"Beg me!" said the man, lining up the horrible thing again. Velda stared at the thin rubber line trembling in his hands as he increased the pressure and stretched it as far as-it would go. Her breathing got more and more irregular as he held it there, rolling the end in a slow circle, not letting her know exactly where it would land. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man fucking Julie's mouth start to spasm, his hands on her head, his cock running in and out of her mouth like a piston.
"Oh shit!" he yelled. "Come on, whip her, I'm coming!" His hips beat at Julie's face and the man with the rubber thong let fly with it again.
As Velda screamed in new agony and flung herself back on the pillar, she saw Julie sucking at the man's cum as it poured into her mouth and overflowed her lips. He held her head and made her suck it all down, spurt after spurt.
"You little whore!" he shouted. "Oh yes, suck my cock, oh yehhhhh!" Julie was licking the white fluid from his prick shaft as it flowed and dripped to the floor.
Velda hung against the pillar, her back sore from rubbing against the stone. Her whole body was on fire, fed from the terrible beating her tits were getting.
"Beg me!" ordered Velda's tormentor, and the terrible rubber thong beat into Velda's flesh again. The crowd watched as she gave another unearthly scream, twisting on the ropes, flinging herself back into the stone pillar, her arms tightening and almost lifting her whole body off the floor as the agony soared through her.
"Shit," said the man, "I sure ain't giving up." Swiftly he stretched the rubber back again and let it go, then again and again, until Velda was screaming continuously and twitching and rolling on the ropes. As he went on beating her, she felt somebody holding her legs and pulling them apart.
Her screams became desperate sobs as she felt something at the entrance to her pussy, protected only by the thin panties. It rubbed up and down, sliding over the nylon in the growing darkness that spread from her pussy.
"Oh no," she sobbed, but the long hard thing went on and she couldn't see what it was.
The rubber thong lashed into her tits again, bouncing them around on her chest as her screams now were rapidly sinking to moans at each thrashing cut of the thin strip. With her eyes almost closed, she saw him line it up again and lash her, spreading the pain all over again, while the terrible thing at her pussy went on rubbing and sending sparks of feeling out from there to mingle with the pain.
"Oooohh," she moaned, and her body rolled on the pillar again, her tits heaving with pain, her legs trembling. All around, the crowd was getting higher and higher.
"Shit," said one of the men holding her legs "I'm gonna fuck the crap out of this cunt when you're finished."
The other one grinned at him and ran the dildo back over the stretched material of her panties again. "Think I should fuck her with this?"
The first man reached up and took a handful of the crotch of Velda's briefs. "Shit, she's wet," he said and he heaved at them, tearing them almost at once, leaving the remains hanging around her waist.
"That's better," said the second, man, and he reached in, placing a dildo at the entrance to Velda's tight little pussy. He waited until the rubber lashed into her again and pushed.
Velda screamed as the first inch of the dildo sank into her helpless body. She sobbed pitifully, but the rubber lashed her tits again and she jerked as more of the thick plastic monster invaded her body. Inch by inch, thrash by thrash, they drove the dildo into her. Men came closer, watching the thick round monster slide deep into Velda's young cunt. With a final heave, the man had it right to the top, the tip pushing at the entrance of her womb. Then, as the rubber beat its way across Velda's tits, he began to fuck her with it, pulling it inches out and then ramming it back up as the rubber slashed across her beaten tits.
Velda was going crazy on the rope. Her whole body was leaping at the demands of the two dreadful monsters, the man with the rubber thong and the huge dildo fucking her pussy. Her body had lost all control. It leapt and twisted as it was made to do, and the fire of the agony from her deeply beaten, crimson tits was spreading out and meeting the horrible dark feelings from the dildo in her cunt. It rasped against her cunt walls, filling her fuck-hole stretching it as it rammed up inside her.
She began to lose her mind as the beating and the fucking blended into one. There was no more single pain, no agony from each lash of the rubber thong. She no longer knew if the dildo was up her cunt or pulling out. All she felt was a great building agony that slowly turned into fire, consuming her, lifting her on wings of pain. Her body thrashed up and down against the pillar to the beat of the rubber strip. Her hips slammed down on the dildo and her legs trembled as she screamed and twisted in a climactic release.
Again and again, the pain drove her to a moaning, screaming come. She didn't know her tits were now reaching for the thin rubber strip as it slashed into her. Nor could she see her cunt sucking at the dildo, trying to get more and more of it.
Suddenly she screamed: "Oh yes! Whip me! Whip me!"
The man gave her one last lash of the rubber and she collapsed in her bonds, hanging by her arms weeping in the most bitter humiliation of her life. Her father had been right. She was disgusting and evil. She was trash!
She hardly felt them take her wrist bonds off. She collapsed to the floor in a weeping heap and was left alone.
Chapter Seven
Velda came slowly awake in the semidarkness. She raised her head and stifled a moan. Her tits were a sea of pain and she reached out to rub them, trying to soften the rolling agony.
Something was going on the stage. Julie was bent over a soft padded bench on her back. One man held his cock deep in her throat while .he held her legs over her head and another one of the guests fucked her pussy . Velda watched
in disgust as Julie moaned and turned on the , bench, trying to get as much of the cocks into her as she could. Velda was determined that she would never give in like that, it was too disgusting to contemplate. They might beat her how they liked, but she would never give in like Julie had and do those things and enjoy them. Never!
The men were coming, their cocks leaping at Julie as she moaned and tried for more. All around them, the rest of the guests looked on as the man getting his cock sucked and pulled back, out from Julie's hot willing lips and started to spray jism all over her face.
"Oh, fuck my mouth, please fuck my mouth!" Julie wailed, trying to get as much of the cum as she could as it shot over her cheeks and forehead. The man laughed as more gobs of it squirted over Julie's eyelids and nose. Holding his cock, he milked it until just drops oozed from his cock-head, then he sank his prick back into Julie's wide-open mouth. She moaned again and sucked at it, trying to get the last tasting, running her finger over her face to pick up some more of it and suck it into her lips.
Then the guy in her cunt was spasming, her mouth still half full of cock as she came to the thrust of the man's orgasm. She convulsed on the bench, forcing the man at her cunt to hold her legs down tightly. As the man fucking her mouth finally eased his softening cock out, Julie and the second man crashed over into the final pulse of their mutual climax. The man moaned and came, falling across her body.
But Julie wasn't finished yet. As both the men pulled away from her, she swung her legs over and sat on the bench, her thighs spread wide. "Oh, I love the taste of cum," she said to the audience. "I love it." She eased the last of the drops from her face and licked them up. Then, to Velda's utter horror, she ran a finger down and into her pussy.
"Who wants to give me more cum to lick," she asked invitingly as she ran her finger into her cunt again.
Before anybody could answer, a voice spoke from behind Velda and shocked her into a scream.
"But our guest of honor is awake, we must entertain her some more!" Before Velda could even protest, Carol had picked her up by the arm and propelled her into the center of the stage. "Well, what do we have in store for this little girl, now?"
All the guests looked at Velda. Murmurs of appreciation went round the circle, and Velda tried to hide her savagely beaten tits, but a word from Carol stopped her. She stood there in the spotlight, becoming more frightened. The humiliation was getting worse with every second. She was being stared at like a sheep at an auction. Slowly she turned, letting each section of the audience get a close look at what they wanted.
Her face was flushed with pain and humiliation, making her look more beautiful and vulnerable. Above the corset her reddened tits stood out proudly and her nipples stood out from the like hard buds against a red fruit. The corset accentuated her slim waist, pushing her tits up and her ass out into wonderful curves. Below that, the tight boots hugged the curves of her legs and thrust her body up on the six inch heels, making it even more luscious to look at.
"I'll tell you what we have for the young lady now," said Glen, coming into the circle. He had taken off his leather outfit and the mask, and now wore only the robe that all men had on. From the front of it his massive cock stood out. "Come here, Mike."
The man who had so cruelly beaten Velda's tits came forward. His cock, too, was rigid and sticking out of the front of his robe.
"Now," said Glen as the two of them came closer to Velda. "We have saved ourselves for you, my dear. These two cocks haven't come tonight and you're going to make them."
"No!" Velda screamed. "No, not that, it's, it's awful. It's wicked, evil! No!" She moaned and buried her head in her hands.
"Oh, I can assure you, it's wonderful," said Glen with a laugh. "I enjoy it every time!"
His hand reached out and took Velda by one of her throbbing, painful nipples. She screamed as the fingers tightened, pleading with them to let her go. Mike came in and reached down to her pussy, running his fingers over her shrinking flesh. He thrust a finger into her cunt hole, making her gasp at the swift brutality of it.
"Nice little cunt," he observed. "Still, we can't pass up that mouth, can we?" "There'll be plenty more times," said Glen. "Now, walk around the stage a little, show the good people what you've got again."
"No, please, please, don't make me," Velda whispered, though she knew all too well the penalty for refusal.
"Walk!" snapped Glen, and Velda gave in. Her mind was swirling, dizzy with the lingering pain and something she couldn't understand. She turned and walked to the edge of the stage.
"Take the remains of those panties off," Glen snapped, and Velda slowly peeled the torn material away from her waist and down her thighs.
"Now spread your legs," said Glen.
Velda opened her thighs.
"Now lean back and open your pussy lips for them to see." Velda stifled a sob and bent back as far as she could go. She felt hands propping her shoulders and looked up to find Mike there. He told her to lean on him and spread her legs even farther. People crowded around as Velda did as she was told, trembling as her hands reached down and pulled the lips of her pussy apart.
"Oh yessss! " said somebody and a finger ran up into her cunt, exploring, reaching around. Velda sobbed again and started crying as the finger fuck went on and there was nothing she could do about it. Then the finger was taken away and she started to get up.
"Stay where you are!" Glen rapped, and Velda was pulled back by Mike, bent over backwards, her thighs spread for all to see, her pussy wide open. "Now masturbate yourself!"
"Oh no!" Velda sobbed.
Mike leaned his head in, close to her ear. "Don't you think those tits of yours make a wonderful target, stretched up like that?"
Velda almost fainted at the suggestion. Her hand went instantly to her pussy and played over it. The sense of shame was terrible as she rubbed slowly at her clit, feeling it grow and harden under her touch. Her father had ranted and raved about the evils of "touching yourself down there," and Velda had been terrified of it the whole of her life. Once he had caught her, and he had taken her and beaten her ass until she fainted.
She moaned as she hung in Mike's arms. Somehow, in a way she couldn't understand, the shame fed the awful fire that was building inside her. She, who had been a good girl all her life, was now wildly masturbating in front of an audience. Men were staring, inches from her fingers as they ran over her clit and down into her cunt.
"That's enough!" Glen snapped.
Velda sobbed and took her hand away very fast.
"Now come here." Nothing was real for Velda as she walked over, the high boots making her stretch as she walked, showing off her ass and legs to the best advantage.
"Kneel down and suck my cock!" ordered Glen, his monster cock inches from Velda's mouth.
She looked at it. The terrible length and thickness of it. The purplish head, swollen with lust, beating slightly up and down as he waited. No, she decided. She wasn't going to do a horrible thing like that willingly. Despite the pain it would bring her, she wouldn't give in. The idea of that thick cock ramming into her mouth was enough.
"No," she said. "I won't!" There was a gasp from the audience.
"I'll give you one more chance," said Glen. "Suck it!" "No! " Velda shouted. Her body shook with resolution and fear. "No, I won't do anything that horrible, it's disgusting! No!" She screamed as Mike grabbed her arms from behind and lifted her back to her feet. Glen seized the chain hanging from her collar around her neck and pulled her forward.
Held by the neck, Velda stared at a machine being lifted onto the stage. It had leather thongs at each side of the base bar and a thick padded bar running across at waist height. From that bar the padding ran steeply downwards for about three feet and then stopped. Running under the whole thing and at right angles to the bar was another padded bench, with slightly raised sides. Gears and ratchets around the whole thing made it look absolutely terrifying.
"Oh God!" Velda sobbed, and her body shook with new terror.
She was taken by Glen and Mike, and her legs were placed in the leather thongs on the bottom bar. Her legs were spread wide, but worse was to come. As she sobbed and pleaded with them, she was bent forward over the padded bar. There, they held her until they had moved it up slightly into the exact position they wanted. She was pressed farther forward until she was bent at the waist and held against the bar. Then Glen took her arms and tied them to two widely spaced handles on either side of the padded bench with the raised sides. Finally, they put a leather strap over her waist, holding her tightly.
She started sobbing again. In the tight bodice and her boots, bent over at more than ninety degrees, her ass high in the air, Velda presented a wonderful sight indeed.
Mike appeared in front of her, a long thin cane in his hand. He pulled her head up and whipped the cane through the air in front of her nose.
"In a moment, little girl," he said cruelly, "I'm going to start whipping your ass, and I'm going to stop only when you have sucked every last drop of cum from Glen's cock. So the sooner you start, the sooner it will all be over."
Velda burst into floods of tears. "Oh please, no! Please. I'll do it, really I will. I'll . . . I'll do it to both of you if you please don't whip me!"
"Do what to us?" Mike inquired.
"You know--...." Velda choked.
"Do what?" .
"I-I can't say it," whispered Velda.
"Very well," said Mike and dropped her head and walked away.
"Suck your cocks!" Velda screamed. "I will, honest I will. I will suck your cocks. But please, don't-"
"You always convert too late," said Mike, regret in his voice. ' 'You were given the chance and you missed it. I'm sorry, little girl, but we can't disappoint your audience, can we?" He walked back around her bound body.
"Oh no!" Velda screamed. "Oh no, please, I was silly, I didn't know, I will do it, I'll suck you, honest!"
"Shut up!" Glen snapped. "You're making far too much noise."
Without a word more, he slid onto the bench, running along under Velda's body. He got himself comfortable and eased up until his huge throbbing cock was just under Velda's mouth. Then he leaned back and rested.
"Let me know when you're ready to suck," he said. "Okay, Mike."
Velda moaned and struggled uselessly against the leather hand and foot cuffs. She heard the cane swish in the air and screamed as the new pain burst from her ass cheeks.
As the third landed, Velda's head sank helplessly and her lips came in contact with the engorged head of Glen's cock. It leapt at her mouth but she pulled back in disgust and screamed again as another cut from the cane bit into her flesh. This time, she parted her lips and the huge cock just came in contact with her front teeth.
"Ohhhh!" she sobbed, and pulled back again.
The audience gasped and a murmur of arousal passed through them. The horrible cane landed again, thrashing her tight swelling ass, raising another deep red welt on her luscious ass cheeks.
The audience stared as the cane landed again and Velda's ass tried to leap off the bar to avoid it. She screamed and sobbed and her head fell again onto Glen's cock.
"Oh no," she whispered, and somehow her mouth opened far enough for the cock to slide in just past her teeth. Her tongue flicked out over it and she felt his prick jump and tasted the first drops of the pre-cum fluid glistening at the tip. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. But that didn't make what she was doing any better. She pulled her head back and screamed once more. Mike let her have it. He brought the cane down across her ass harder than all the other blows put together. Velda leapt against the leather straps. She yelled, the first obscenity that had ever passed her lips, and her mouth went down and captured Glen's huge chunk of fuck-meat.
Mike laid into her ass again and Velda moaned, but her cries were muffled now by the cock in her lips. Glen took her head and guided it down, holding her by the hair. The audience stared eagerly, watching the first rape of that virginal mouth.
Velda was sobbing continuously and tears ran down her cheeks, but her mouth formed a perfect circle around Glen's cock, and she struggled to keep herself from gagging on the monster. It thrust deep to the back of her throat, filling her cheeks with its size. Another beat from the cane sent strange arrows of feeling through her and the cock sank farther into her mouth.
"Now let me tell you, Velda," said Glen softly as he worked his cock in and out of her lips. "When you are properly trained, you will take all of my cock right down into your throat, so that you can lick my balls as you suck my cock. Got that?"
Velda moaned and shook with fear. The idea that she could take that entire foot- long thing was unbelievable. Try as she might, she could only get about a half of it into her mouth.
"Oh, don't worry, there is plenty of time for that. Just bring me off now, and Mike can stop beating that wonderful ass of yours and get his own cock sucked." To emphasize his point, he thrust up hard into Velda's mouth just as Mike whipped her ass again.
The pain surged through Velda's whipped body. She struggled against the bonds that held her tight as the cane whipped her swollen ass cheeks and sent more agony beating through her. .
"Whip her like crazy, Mike!" he yelled. "I'm coming!" The cane landed in a series of fast, solid blows. Velda's screams were gagged and muffled on Glen's fucker as it rammed deep at her throat. He held her head as he pumped, holding her helplessly to his cock.
Velda almost gagged again. The fluid poured out of Glen's cock in streams that filled her mouth and overflowed down her chin. Remembering what Mike had said about licking it all up, she swallowed compulsively, ramming the spurting fuck-rod deeper and deeper into her mouth as the cane whipped her and the pain forced her jaws wide. The strong salty taste filled her mouth and she moaned as it went on and on, and Glen just lay there yelling with each pulse of his release.
The cane landed again and again. Cum poured into her mouth and she yelled and swallowed, feeling her body going into another of those strange spasms. It built and built, but finally Glen slowed his shooting cum and lay back with a sigh of contentment as Velda sucked up the declining amounts of white goo and felt her body straining for something, something she didn't understand.
Mike gave her a final whipping and dropped his arm. Glen's cock stopped shooting; and Velda moaned and twisted on the bar. Her ass swayed in the air, beet-red and throbbing from the cane.
Glen lay back. "Boy, that was a come! Now, are you ready to give Mike his suck off? I'm sure he's ready after that."
Velda moaned and gasped. The salty taste was still in her mouth and the pain surged round her body. She had to suck another cock.
Chapter Eight
"Please, oh please," Velda sobbed as she lay helpless on the padded bar. "I'll suck your cock, I will, anything you want, anything." She moaned as she tried again to move the bonds holding her ankles, wrists and waist, but they wouldn't give.
"I'm glad to hear that," said Mike, coming around to her head and lifting her by her hair. "There are a lot of guys here who want to fuck you, little girl, and if you're a good little girl and do as you're told, I think I'll let them. After all, that's much more fun for everybody, isn't it?"
Velda sobbed and couldn't reply. She couldn't stop any of them from doing what they wanted and she didn't know how many monstrous rapes she would have to endure.
She was still sobbing as Mike swung himself onto the bench and eased' his body down. until his cock was at Velda's mouth.
"Now, suck it, little girl, suck it," he said quickly, but with great menace.
Velda didn't even hesitate. She lowered her mouth and slid her lips down over his rigid prick. He gave a low murmur of contentment and leaned back, letting her do all the work.
"Deeper," he said, "and lick it with your tongue."
He lifted his hips slightly, pushing his hard cock to the back of Velda's mouth. She gave a sob and tried to do as she was told. She had no idea how to please a man like this, and she had to learn very fast to avoid another beating. Desperately, she sucked harder on the stiff cock working her head up and down on it as she had seen Julie do. She made her tongue run over the hard surface, licking at it in a fury.
Then his hands went around her head holding her hair again and he rammed her farther onto him. Velda gagged as his cock thrust into her throat, moving in and out several times before he let her pull her head back and gasp for air, trying not to vomit.
Then Velda felt the thrust of a strong hard cock at the entrance of her cunt. "Oh, she's lubricated pretty well," she heard a voice say. "She'll be a horny little bitch when you've trained her."
The cock sank farther into her soft cunt and Velda moaned and tried to move away. Instantly the cock pulled out and Velda screamed as a whip landed across her already extremely tender ass.
"Now stop that stupid behavior!" said the voice, and the cock came back, just penetrating past her pussy lips.
Velda moaned as her humiliation increased. She could almost see the crowd gathered around her red and throbbing ass, watching the cock slide up, the man's brutal hips slap into her tender flesh. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and then pulled back to heave in and out slowly, but with rising speed.
"Fuck, she's got a tight little pussy!" he said. Velda felt his cock throb and beat at the walls of her cunt. The rasping friction of the fucking was giving her strange feelings again. They shot up from her cunt to her beaten ass and mingled there, making the pain do things to her, making her moan and thrust her ass up. She couldn't help it, her body just moved like that without her telling it to. And the feeling was spreading. It was disgusting.
Just then, Mike's cock began to spurt. The hot cum burst into her mouth. It filled her cheeks and she swallowed, tasting the salty goo. More of it poured out and the man fucking her cunt was thrashing about, his cock leaping as he started to come. More cum poured from Mike's throbbing cock. He lay back, yelling with release as Julie held the base of his heaving prick and fed it into Velda's desperate mouth.
More and more of it rushed out. Velda started crying again as all her swallowing couldn't keep pace with the rush of white fluid. It overflowed her lips and ran down her chin and down Mike's cock. Suddenly, she felt the cock in her cunt spurt, and the humiliation of the double fuck made her tears almost continuous.
Then Julie pulled the cock from Velda's mouth and tasted several spurts of cum. She licked hard and grinned at Velda and showed her how to take everything a man can shoot. Growling with pleasure, she spread it over her lips and then licked her wicked little tongue out to pull it in and swallow it.
The man fucking Velda's cunt was yelling too, his cock spurting, mashing his cum into the walls of Velda's pussy. She wept and moaned as feelings rose in her. She saw Julie suck the last of the cum from Mike and lean in close to Velda's face. Then she ran her tongue over Velda's cheeks with their gobs of cum sticking there. Velda almost screamed at the touch of another woman. Julie licked at her cheek and nose until all of it was gone, and Velda collapsed down on the bench, sobbing with shame.
In her cunt, the man had almost finished coming. His cock still twitched and rolled and his hips beat against her body.
"Who wants her next?" he asked.
Velda screamed. "Oh no, no! Please don't do it again, please don't, ohhhhh!" She fell down and wept as the whip cut into her ass again.
"Beg us to fuck you," said a man's voice.
Velda wept and screamed as he whipped her again.
"Beg us!" said the man and the whip lashed into her once more.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Anything you want, anything!" Velda begged as the whip cut into her again and the pain surged through her unprotected ass.
"That's better," said the man. He came around to Velda's head and showed her his rampant cock. It was almost as big as Glen's and Velda gasped at the sight of it. "Now beg me to stick this up your cunt."
"Oh please, please stick that up my cunt!" Velda gabbled, her eyes wide, her breath uneven.
He grinned and walked around to her ass and she felt him slide the thick monster over the throbbing bud of her clit. He gave a murmur of pleasure and then slid in, thrusting his prick almost to the top of Velda's cunt in one movement.
Velda moaned and lay on the bench, her ass still sticking up in the air, her body tied so tightly she could hardly move at all. The man fucked her cunt with slow strokes and the throbbing touch of his prick against her cunt walls was increasing the terrible sensations she was having.
A few yards away, Mike and Julie bent over another bench while he whipped her ass with a nine-tailed leather brute that already had Julie's ass a beet-red. But Julie was begging for it, begging for more as she slid her mouth up and down another cock and thrust her ass to meet every stroke of the whip.
"Oh yes!" she screamed. "Oh beat me, oh yes, harder, ooohhhh, oh please, oh yes!" The man fucking Velda's cunt was coming. She could feel his cock leap as he plunged in. His hips beat a rapid tattoo on her ass and the cum pounded out, rushing into her cunt as she sobbed again and tried to hide, but all of them could see the man as his head went back and he bawled his release as the spasms of orgasm rushed over him.
His cock went soft and he pulled out. Almost instantly, another man came to Velda's head, his cock ready and throbbing.
"Oh, please fuck me!" Ve1da sobbed without having to be told. She was so terrified of the whip by now, she would beg for anything.
The man grinned, and she felt him work his cock into her and start another hard fucking.
There were four more of them who fucked and came in Velda's throbbing cunt. All the time, the horrible sensations grew in her body, whatever she did to stop them.
In front of her eyes, Julie was coming, her body heaving to get more of the whip, her mouth sucking at the cock in her mouth until he shot all over her face and down her throat. Then Mike grabbed Julie and laid her down and started to fuck her himself. Julie gave a great moan of lust and threw her legs back over her head, thrusting her cunt up until she could get all of his cock inside her. Then Velda saw Mike lean up, his body still pumping his cock deep into Julie's willing cunt as Carol came over and stood above Julie. Without a word, Julie reached up and pulled Carol's hot little cunt down onto her face, sucking and licking at the hard flesh.
Velda felt the fourth man come as she wrenched against the bonds again, her disgust at what she could see overwhelming her. To suck another woman. That was too much, that was beyond anything that she could imagine herself doing. It was the pit of depravity.
Suddenly, she heard a voice say: "Turn her over." Instantly, hands were taking the bonds from Velda, untying the straps and letting her stand up. But she hardly had time to rub her wrists and ankles.
"On her back over there," said a man. "I promised myself a tit fuck and I'm going to have it. " Velda moaned, but her ability to resist had almost gone. She allowed them to take her and lay her on a bench.
"Shit," he said, "this chick's got a pair of tits I could fuck all night." Without any further warning he lowered himself over Velda's chest and took her tits in his two hands and pulled them together. He slid his cock into the crack between them.
Velda was almost too exhausted to cry. She just lay there on the bench and let him fuck her tits until she heard Carol say: "Shit, this girl needs some livening up!"
"Oh no," Velda sobbed. The strange sensations of a man's cock sliding inside her cleavage vanished in what she knew was a horrible threat.
"Here," said Carol as she came up. "Let me hold her tits while you fuck them, and you hold her legs back. Yes, like that."
Velda sobbed and gasped as her legs were pulled up and then held down as Carol squeezed her tits together to give the man his channel to fuck her. Carol stood over her face and Velda could see the dampness slicking down her cunt hair where Julie had sucked her. Velda wasn't going to do that, she wasn't, she was determined.
Then the thin rod landed on her ass again. The pain seemed double as she screamed and heaved on the bench. Her ass was stretched tight, so tight the rod seemed to cut right into her flesh. Again, the monster landed, wielded by somebody she couldn't see. Her screams echoed around the room and the man fucking her tits speeded up as he felt her body roll and beat at the bench under him.
Again and again, the horrible whip cut into Velda's ass, pinioned back by the man's hands holding her legs. His cock ran in and out of the deep crack between her two fleshy tit-orbs and Carol held them t1ght, providing all the friction the man wanted.
The rod thrashed her ass and Velda went delirious with the pain. 'Her body rolled on the bench and her tits heaved as the man fucked them. Her ass seethed with agony. as the cane landed and beat her helpless body harder and harder. And then it all started to happen again. The pain withdrew. Each beat of the whip sent mingled pain and ecstasy through her. It grew, and the fire spread until Velda was giving one continuous scream and her ass was beating up to meet the whip, then thrashing down as it landed, only to thrust up again for the next stroke.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled. "Oh fuck! Oh no! No!"
She gave an ear-piercing yell and her body went out of control. It pounded against the bench, her screams getting louder and fiercer as the whip thrashed her and the man fucking her tits lost control and added his own yells to Velda's piercing shrieks.
Only Carol was calm as she held Velda's tits and smiled at the man as he and Velda crashed into a series of frantic comes. Velda suddenly didn't care about where she was or what she was doing or the humiliation of her life. Cum was spurting up from her tits and splashing over her neck and face. The man was yelling with release and the whip was still thrashing her ass. More of the cum shot higher, onto her mouth and cheeks, and she licked at it without thinking as the orgasms burst through her body.
Scream after scream echoed from the ceiling as Velda came. The cock spurted white goo all over her face, and the man finally rammed it into her mouth and made her suck the last drops from it as she still came, screaming in new ecstasy with each cut of the whip.
Finally, the cock slowed its spurts and the whipping ceased. The man let go of Velda's legs and Carol released her tits. Velda was covered in cum. She moaned in despair. Her whole body was wracked with pain and the horrible knowledge of what she had done.
She rolled off the bench and collapsed on the soft carpet, her slow sobs of remorse spreading through the room. She could feel the cum running down her legs and sticking to her face. And the taste was in her mouth and felt as if she could never get rid of it.
She was as wicked as her father had said. To have let them do that to her and make her have an orgasm was proof of it all. She deserved to be punished, to be whipped, for being the disgusting little whore her father had always told her she was.
She was too far-gone even to feel them as they picked her up and carried her out. Vaguely, she felt hands taking her clothes and boots off. Then she was laid on a soft bed and was asleep at once, dropping into a deep pit where there were no dreams at all.
Chapter Nine
When Velda woke the next morning, she found she was in a luxurious bedroom. Light streamed through the windows and illuminated soft carpets, the huge bed, a vanity table and full makeup equipment, comfortable chairs and a large sofa. She blinked.
Then the lingering pain in her tits and ass brought her back to the fact she was a captive. It also brought back the disgusting events of the night before, and she stifled a sob at the memory. She looked at her red and beaten tits, felt the pain in her ass and got out of bed to see how it looked in the mirror.
The swelling she had felt last night had gone down, but her ass-cheeks were still almost crimson and very sore. She ran her hand over them and gasped as it smarted. She looked at herself in the mirror, searching for some sign of her depravity, but if anything she looked better than ever. She pulled her hair back and gave her face the closest look she had ever given it.
So that was what the men had wanted so much-that soft face with the high cheekbones, wide eyes and pouting lips. When Julie had made her up, she had seen that she was beautiful, but this discovery was different. Now she understood why the men had wanted to fuck her so badly. Why they had made her do those terrible things. She did have a wonderful pair of tits, and a slim waist and swelling, tight ass cheeks. And her legs were great too. Soft thighs, slim shapely calves. She was worth it.
Not that that excused what had gone on last night, of course. That was terrible, and she had to get away from here to expose the things that went 011. When she knew where she was and how to get out, she would escape. And perhaps her father would be proud of her for letting the world know what a terrible place this was.
Glen and Carol caught her stretching and watching herself in the mirror.
"Ah yes," said Glen. "You certainly got yourself whipped last night, little girl. We shall have to do something about that. Julie, get in here."
Velda felt the old fear rising again as Julie came in, her face still in that fatuous grin of hers.
"Rub her down," Glen ordered, "and then make sure she spends an hour in the tub. That should do it."
He swept out with Carol and left the two girls alone.
"In there," said Julie, waving Velda toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was wonderful-white tiles, a shower, a large hot tub and a massage bench.
Julie made Velda lie on her stomach and rubbed oil into the red cheeks of her ass. It was a wonderful, soft, sensuous feeling, and Velda almost didn't feel guilty at all for enjoying it. She lay there in a semi-stupor and let Julie massage her as long as she wanted.
Then Julie told her to turn over. Velda rolled onto her back and suddenly realized Julie was going to rub the oil into her tits as well.
"I'll do that," she said hurriedly, but Julie just laughed at her.
"Don't even think about it, sweetheart," she said with a grin and let the oil flow out of the bottle and over Velda's swelling tit-mounds. Velda lay there, her whole body tense at the touch of another woman's hands on her t1ts. Julie was smiling knowingly and Velda didn't know why. The oil spread over her tits, and Julie spread it in long, slow strokes, feeling her way over the beaten, soft flesh. Velda could feel the suggestive touch that Julie gave to everything she did, feel her hands as they roved around and flicked her nipples, teasing them and making Velda gasp with horror.
"Ever had a woman do this to you before?" asked Julie.
"No!" said Velda and turned her head away.
Julie laughed. "You got a lot to learn, sweetheart but they'll teach you. You wait." She ran her hand slowly down Velda's body towards her pussy.
"Oh, please! " Velda whispered.
The hand went on down, over her flat stomach and down to where her triangle of hair just started.
"What's up baby?" asked Julie with a chuckle. "Here you are, cum encrusted all over your pussy hair and you tell me not to touch it? Stuck-up little shit, aren't you?" "
Oh no!" Velda shot up and realized Julie was right. Her cunt hair was a mass of tight, hard bunches from all the cum that had shot over it and oozed out of her pussy.
"I think you'd better have a shower," said Julie, "don't you?"
Velda almost ran in and cleaned herself off, shame burning her face. Then she allowed herself to be taken out and put in the tub. There she relaxed as the water surged around her and played with her body. Julie sat by the tub and looked at her curiously.
"You get a lot further by cooperating with Glen," she said.
Velda turned her head away and stared at the wall.
"Listen, you little slut," said Julie. "You're as horny as the rest of us, you just fucking well won't admit it yet!"
Velda was glad when Julie went off and left her alone. Things were even worse than she thought and she was determined to get out.
For several more days she let things happen as they would. Glen and Carol were away all day, presumably at the office. Julie was the only other person Velda saw and she would follow the same routine every day. In the morning she would rub Velda's tits and ass with the cream and then sit her in the tub for an hour.
It was an almost luxurious life, and Velda would have appreciated it under other circumstances. But she was trapped. The door to her room was always locked and the windows were barred. As the red marks on her body faded rapidly under the oil and hot tub soakings, Velda thought more and more of escape.
The one problem was that she was kept naked almost all the time. At the most, she was allowed to lounge about in scanty nighties and slips they would be no good at all for escape. So on the third day she asked Julie if she could have some clothes, because she felt strange, she said.
Julie looked at her closely and Velda felt her face burning. "I'll ask Glen." An hour later, she was back.
"Here, Glen says it's okay." She tossed Velda some clothes and left again. The clothes weren't much of an improvement, but at least she could walk around outside in them. There was a pair of white nylon stockings, suspenders and a belt. Tight, pussy hugging white panties and a short, pleated skirt that looked very much like a cheerleader costume. Above it was a blouse that came low on her tits and a quarter-cup bra to give them lift. In the ankle-high boots she knew she looked very sexy and alluring.
The next morning, she got up early and got dressed. She knew Julie's routine by now. She would come in and leave the keys on the dresser beside the door. Velda put pillows in her bed to make it look as if she was still there and waited behind the door.
It clicked open and Julie came in.
"Wake up, you little slut," she said to the pillows, dropped the keys on the dresser and walked over to the bed.
Velda was around the door, had grabbed the keys and was turning them with nervous fingers before Julie had turned around.
"I'm going to expose you to the world!" she shouted. "Show them what disgusting people you are!" She rushed down the corridor, looking for a way out. It was more difficult than she had imagined. There were lots of doors and passages and she was very quickly lost. She began to panic. She had to get out before Julie could escape and raise the alarm. Suddenly, in front of her was a door marked: EXIT. With great relief she pushed it open and went through. It was another passage and she started to run down it, but the floor gave way. She screamed and fell, sliding down a long chute and rolling out into a pile of straw. Her heart beating fast, she looked around in the darkness to try and find where she was. She had to get out.
Then the lights came on. She was in a stonewalled room. All around were bars and chains and whips and apparatus she now knew only too well. And standing in the middle of the floor, looking at her with amusement, was Glen. Beside him stood Carol, a long whip in her hand. She wore a tight black blouse, skirt and boots.
"Every time," said Glen with impatience. "They ask for clothes and they think they can get out. Every time." "Too bad," said Carol and they just stood there, looking at the terrified girl.
Velda couldn't even scream. She knew what was going to happen.
"Oh no," she whispered.
"Get up!" said Glen.
With a fear so deep she could hardly breathe, Velda got to her feet and stood there trembling.
"Hmmm," said Carol, walking up to Velda and running her hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. "I think we can complete her training today." Velda held her breath, but she couldn't stop the sob that escaped. She knew things were going to get a lot worse and her fear was making her tremble from head to toe.
"Yes," said Carol slowly. "I think she's ready." She stepped back and looked at Velda. "I get her tits, I love the way they bounce."
Velda sobbed and shook, her fear rising as she knew what they would do to her.
"Open the neck of your blouse," said Carol.
Velda knew that things would only get unbearable if she refused. She raised her hand and fumbled with the top button. Carol just stood there and waited, the whip flicking impatiently in her hand. The sight of that long thin, plaited leather whip mesmerized Velda. Her throat constricted and she could hardly keep on her feet as she watched the small knotted end flick across the floor as Carol swung the handle so casually.
At last she got the first button open, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. Her fingers went down to the next one. And then to the third on a nod from Carol. Finally the blouse was open to below her tits, and Carol tore it off. She stepped back and inspected the girl.
"No," she said, "that bra has to stay. It'll improve my marksmanship, won't it?"
Velda started to plead then, offering them anything they wanted, anything at all.
"But we're going to get anything we want, little girl, aren't we?" Glen asked with a grin.
Velda fell to the floor, but that didn't save her. She was picked up and carried over to a high frame near the far wall. There, her sobbing, terrified body was lifted up and her hands tied to each top corner of the frame, spreading her arms wide. Her feet didn't touch the ground and the pain in her arms made her sob and plead with them again.
Then they took her legs and spread them, tying each ankle to the side of the frame until she could put some of her weight on them and take the worst of the pressure off her arms. But it hardly improved her position. There she was, spread-eagled, her arms and ankles tied tight to the frame, her body open to everything they wanted to do.
Carol folded the top of her bra down a little more. It had already been below her nipples, but now they were squeezed up and out that extra inch. But Carol wasn't finished. Slowly, she lifted Velda's short skirt and tucked it into the waistband. Now it was all above her pussy and ass cheeks and all she had to protect her was the pair of tiny briefs.
Velda moaned and twisted on the ropes, but Carol reached into her panties and ripped them off, tearing them in a series of hard pulls that threw Velda against the ropes.
Now her cunt was totally exposed, and her eyes bulged further as she saw what Glen had in his hand. It was an enormous vibrator, fully ten inches long, and so thick Velda was sure it would split her apart. He ran it over the lips of her pussy.
"You'd love to have this up your cunt, wouldn't you?" he asked.
"Oh yes, oh yes, please!" Velda whispered in mortal fear.
Glen stepped back and slapped her hard across the face. "Please, what?" he asked.
"Please, sir! Please, sir!" Velda wept.
"That's better," said Glen. He put the vibrator back and eased it inside the opening of Velda's cunt. "Mmmmn, nice and wet already. You're doing better, my dear."
Velda sobbed at the horrible insinuation that she was getting turned on by all this. She tried to close her legs, but that was stupid and impossible. Glen rammed the rubber cock another inch into her body, and she moaned and twisted on the frame as the monster filled her pussy. She begged him to stop. He thrust higher and the vibrator worked 'its way up until it was right to the top of her cunt hole and banging at her uterus with each stroke.
But Glen didn't continue fucking her with it. Instead, he took some straps and fastened them around the end of the rubber cock where it stuck out of her cunt. Then he ran these around her thighs, up the crack of her ass and around her waist until the vibrator was trapped inside her and she could feel it widening the walls of her pussy.
Then he reached in and turned it on. Velda yelled and twisted on the ropes as the pulsing cock began to vibrate in her cunt. It rasped against her cunt walls and throbbed through her, making her jump and moan helplessly.
"Now," Glen said. "We're going to show you what happens to little girls who try and escape. And then we're going to finish your training. We have a big party this weekend." Velda closed her eyes and her body throbbed and rolled with the knowledge of what was coming to it. She didn't even see Glen pick up the cat-o'- nine tails and go behind her. She listened in growing horror to the sound of Carol swishing her long slender whip.
But her eyes snapped open and she gave the most unearthly scream as the thin whip cut into her tits. Carol was an expert. She landed the knots in a tight cluster right around Velda's nipple. Only the skin an inch or so around the throbbing little bud was touched, but that was more than enough to make Velda gyrate on the frame and scream for mercy.
Carol lined her up again and lashed the whip into her other tit, again cutting just around the nipple, sending it bouncing into the flesh mounds and springing back out again.
Then Glen lashed her ass and she jumped in the other direction, heaving against the ropes and screaming as the pain rushed up to join the other in her tits. They whipped her in turn. Glen on her ass and Carol on her tits, landing the strokes to achieve the maximum effect. As Velda jerked back from Carol's whip, she ran into Glen's lashing her ass.
They went on whipping her until her ass was a mass of crimson flesh and her tits throbbed with pain despite the fact that only around her nipples were there red marks and whipped flesh. Carol sent her climbing desperately on the frame again with an almost casual flick, and her nipples burned like hot coals. "Aaaaghh!" Velda screamed and heaved around, desperately trying to escape. "Oh fuck!" she wept. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
Then all the pain began to mingle again and roll into the whole sensation that was sweeping her up. The vibrator was running up and down the walls of her cunt and the throbbing beat inflamed the whipping and sent her body writhing higher and higher. Her mouth was open, her head flung back and endless screams beat against the walls as she spasmed under the whips. Her whole body seemed to break open as she came in a series of crashing orgasms. The whips fell in a continuous flow but she no longer felt the pain, just the unutterable release as each deep cut of the leather gave her another peak to her orgasm.
She went on, coming and screaming as they beat her. Then, with one last ecstasy- filled shriek, she crashed over the top and fell into a dark pit of silence.
Chapter Ten
Velda came around to find herself still tied up, but not on the frame. She was on her back on a bench, her head falling backwards over the edge. Her hands were free which surprised her, but she was held across the tits by two leather straps, one above and one below them. Then there was a belt around her waist, tying her firmly down to the bench. Finally, her legs, still in their stockings and ankle-length boots, were bent back and spread, and tied to a bar above her head. This pushed her pussy and hips up, and she moaned at the thought of what that would mean.
Glen appeared above her head. "I told you we were going to finish your training today and it's up to you how well it goes. Now, first you're going to learn how to really suck cock. I mean right down your throat like you saw Julie do. Then we have some other things for you."
Velda gasped and watched as he opened the front of his robe and his cock jumped out at her. It looked even bigger than before and she was certain she could never get it all in her mouth.
"Hold it," he said, and Velda realized why they had left her hands free. Timidly she reached up and held the foot-long throbbing cock, feeling how hard and stiff it was. Glen chuckled. "When you can take this, you can take any cock in the world. Now suck it."
Velda realized the vibrator was still in her cunt, though it had been switched off. Her whole body remembered the pain of the whipping as she opened her mouth and let him slide the head of his prick into her lips.
Velda closed her lips around his cock and sucked gently, running her tongue over the throbbing, engorged prick-head. Her fingers played on his cock shaft, and for the first time she felt a pang of pride that she could make a cock throb and pulse with such obvious lust to be in her body.
Glen leaned in slightly and pushed his fucker farther into her mouth. "That's right, keep sucking it and run your tongue over it. That's right. That's right!" Then Velda felt Carol reaching for the tip of the vibrator. She turned it on and the throbbing started again, running through her body. All she could feel was the cock in her mouth and the vibrator in her cunt.
Glen slid his cock deeper and his breathing got more ragged. "Now suck it and let your hands work it, yes, like that, you see, you knew how to do it all along! That's right, deep, like that!"
Velda moaned and sucked-, her hands holding Glen's cock shaft, her lips around his cock head. She felt him thrust and push at the back of her mouth. For a long while there was a kind of contentment in her. She had him, his prick was like a great big popsicle in her mouth, thrusting and surging in her, but then she remembered she had to take it all and fear rose in her again. She ran her hand around the prick shaft that was still outside her lips. There was at least six inches or so and she would never be able to get all of that in. Panic set in and she moaned and tried to pull away again.
"What is it, little girl?" asked Glen, easing his cock out.
"Oh please, sir, please!" Velda wept, her hands around his cockshaft, her fingers butterflying up and down it, trying to please him as much as she could. "Please, I'll never be able to get all of it down."
"Oh don't worry, you'll do it," said Glen. "Carol will give you a little bit of encouragement. She's really good with that whip, isn't she?"
Velda wailed and moaned, her body trying to hide from the pain she knew was to come. But there was something else there now, something she could feel, a strange, disgusting desire for it all.
"Oh please, sir," she whispered, but with no conviction at all.
Glen grinned and slid his cock back into her mouth. Again Carol whipped her, right on her clit again, expertly, just the tip of the leather striking and sending the bound girl screaming on the bench. Glen slid in deeper.
Her throat muscles wanted to close and gag on the immense fucker, but just as they were about to lose control, Carol landed the whip again and Velda jumped and took another inch of cock. Stuffed as her mouth was, she could still moan as the pain spread and added to the terrible fire that was raging in her body.
Again, Carol laid the whip against her cllt and Velda screamed and jumped, her head arching backwards, her mouth opening wide, taking another inch of the huge cock into her throat. The whip lashed her. Velda struggled backwards. Glen gave a last heave and incredibly, the last of his cock sank into Velda's hot little mouth.
Velda moaned and her throat muscles throbbed and beat around the solid fuckpole in her mouth. Carol whipped her again and she screamed and lunged up, sucking all the time, her throat desperately grabbing for Glen's cock.
"Now I fuck your mouth," said Glen, and pulled himself almost out of Velda's lips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Velda moaned. She couldn't sink to being the slave that Julie was. As he plunged his cock back into her mouth, she moaned and thrust herself back off the bench, denying to herself that she was trying to get as much as possible of his raping cock.
Slowly the rhythm increased. Carol whipped Velda's cunt at the peak of each thrust of Glen's cock. When he was deep in her throat, nothing but a low gurgle escaped, but when his cockhead was just at her lips, and her tongue played over the throbbing, swollen flesh, her screams of lust as the whip thrashed her clit could be heard echoing off the stone walls.
There was no resistance any more to his cock. It rammed in and out of her throat, all twelve inches of it, as if Velda's mouth was the deepest, easiest cunt of them all.
"Oh shit," he yelled, as his cock rammed in. Velda's mouth was open, her lips drawn back and her jaws wide, taking each beat of his hard cock into her throat.
Then, for the second time that day, Velda lost all control. The whip landing at her pussy lips sent the echoing pain up into her cunt where the vibrator played against her pussy walls and sent the waves of pleasure back to mingle with the agony until she couldn't tell the difference any more. It was all one sensation, the pain of her whipped flesh, the rubbing at her cunt by the vibrator, and the pounding in her mouth and throat of Glen's cock.
Velda went into a screaming orgasm. Her body thrashed about on the bench, her hips reaching wantonly for the whip, her mouth open as far as it would go to take all the cock Glen had. Her screams sounded at the top of his thrusts and then sank to gurgles as he fucked deep into her throat. On and on, she went until, riding on what was to her an endless wave of lust, she felt his cock jump and throb with the start of his release.
Glen felt the cum rising. It coursed around his balls and then shot down his cockshaft and poured out into Velda's throat. Suddenly, she wasn't screaming any more. Her mouth took the cum, her fingers pulled at his cock, trying to drive it deeper as white goo splattered into her throat and she swallowed it as hard as she could. Carol was whipping her 'clit hard, driving her to the final pulses of her come, and she felt the salty taste spread through her mouth and overflow her lips.
Glen was roaring as he came. His cock was jumping and heaving in the hot little mouth that sucked and swallowed, taking him in as far as he wanted to go and still begging for more. Cum shot into her throat and then her mouth as he pulled back, his hips twitching with the orgasm. For a second or so, he shot over her lips before he drove in again and she licked and sucked at that too.
Slowly, his come faded, and Carol slowed the whipping as it did. As the last of the fluid slowly emerged into Velda's soft mouth, Carol gave her one final hard lash of the whip then let the whip fall. Velda sucked on Glen's cock, tasting the last of his cum as her body relaxed back onto the bench.
She tried to remind herself that what she had just done was wicked and evil and she had to take the first chance she got to get out of here and expose them, but somehow it wasn't working any more. She moaned as Carol untied her legs and let them fall. It was a great moan of release. Velda had some thinking to do, her whole world was changing.
Chapter Eleven
Before Velda could relax, however, she heard the door open and there were Julie and Mike, standing, grinning at the three of them.
"Come in," said Glen. "She's learning fast, try her, she'll take you all down."
"Come here," said Mike, and Velda got up and almost ran over at his command. Julie opened the front of his pants and reached in, pulling his long thin cock out and sliding her hand up and down it.
"Show us," she said.
Obediently, Velda kneeled at his feet and slid her lips over the hard knob at the top of his cock. Slowly, she sank down inch by inch until her lips were touching his cock hair and her tongue flicked out over his balls.
"Mmmmnnn!" said Mike, running his cock in and out of the willing, straining mouth. He held her head and fucked her harder, his cock running deep into her throat at each pass. "She been ass fucked yet? Sucked pussy?" Velda almost choked. She could take a cock now, but she wasn't going to suck a woman, she wasn't. And the idea of a man sticking his cock up her ass was just as terrible. She had given them all they wanted and that was it. No more.
"Oh no," said Glen, "we were just getting to that. You want to fuck her ass?"
"Sure," said Mike, sliding his cock deeper into Velda's captive mouth. "But it can wait, I don't want to rush things." He laughed and fucked Velda harder. "Loosen your throat," he said sharply, "or I'll do your tits again."
That was more than enough to get Velda to relax her throat and let him slide in as deep and as fast as he liked.
The fear surged, and so did Mike in her throat. His cock was jumping, and Velda knew he was going to shoot his load in her mouth.
"Did I tell you to suck me off?" he demanded, his cock heaving, his hands clasping Velda's head and pulling it closer to him.
Velda could only moan and shake her head. As the cum poured out and Mike rammed his cock into her, Velda's fear rose. She was going to be beaten again, that was sure now, and the thought of that made her weep and moan as she tasted the thick cum running into her mouth. But the feeling got higher, the fear peaked and drove her into an orgasm and she almost passed out. Her body was shaking as he fucked her mouth and held her head tight to his cock. Her throat contracted and spasmed around his cock in time to the beats of his spurting cum, and her mouth filled with his fluid as she swallowed and ran the taste around her mouth.
As he ran out of cum, she almost fell off his cock, moaning and weeping as the spasms of her orgasm still wracked her body.
"Little slut," said Julie, "she comes just sucking cocks now."
"Oh please, don't!" Velda wept in shame as she fell to the floor and covered her face.
"Come here," said Julie, grabbing a handful of Velda's hair and heaving her up. "I'll teach you to suck my fianc�e off." "But he told me to," Velda wept, still bewildered by the terrible changes they were all making.
Julie chuckled. "You don't catch on very fast, do you, you little whore? Could you give me a hand Carol?"
Velda started sobbing again as Carol took her arms and extended them around a gymnasium horse, tying them below the padded leather. Her face hung over the edge and below it was a padded platform attached to the horse. Velda could guess how the two women were going to use it.
Then Carol took her legs and spread them again, but she didn't tie her ankles to the horse, she lashed them to two ringbolts in the floor, pinning Velda helplessly.
Velda begged her for mercy as Carol came around to inspect her.
"Shut up!" said Carol and slapped her across the face. Velda screamed and sobbed but she didn't plead any more. Carol reached in and made sure the blouse was well clear of her tits so that they rubbed on the rough leather. Then she picked up the vibrator.
Velda moaned again and held the horse hard with her arms as Carol eased the head of the vibrating cock past her wet pussy lips. Then Velda screamed as she rammed it right in. The vibrator rubbed at the walls of her pussy, the throbbing vibrations matching the long slow, in-and-out fucking it gave her.
Julie picked up the long thin whip that Carol had used and slashed Velda across her ass. She wasn't as expert as Carol, but the pain was more than enough to get another scream from Velda as she bucked and rolled and the tears ran down her face again. Then, on the next slash of the whip, she found out what Carol had meant and why her legs were tied to the floor and not the horse.
Carol cranked the legs of the horse up as Velda yelled and twisted. That meant that Velda's legs were being stretched and her ass pulled tighter. Again, Julie whipped her, and Carol eased the horse higher and Velda moaned as the pressure on her legs got more severe. The end of the horse was between her legs and it, too, stretched her thighs and forced its way toward her pussy.
Velda screamed as the whip landed again and Carol ran the horse up the last few inches. Julie went on whipping her.
"I'll teach you to suck my man off!" she snarled, and laid into the unprotected ass as hard as she could.
Velda was going out of her mind again. The whip, the pressure in her legs, the rubbing on her tits, and the great churning vibrator in her cunt were all doing their work and leading to one thing. She was going to come again. She knew it and she couldn't stop it. She tried, she tried not to give in, but the pressure mounted, stroke by stroke, pulse by pulse, until she suddenly snapped and started her long drawn-out scream of orgasm, punctuated by louder screams as the whip cut into her throbbing ass.
But suddenly the whip stopped. Velda screamed. She wanted the whip, she realized. She needed the whip to come!
Carol was sitting on the bench below Velda's panting, heaving face. She moved up, spreading her legs around Velda's head. She moved the back of the bench up so she could rest her back and still see Velda. Slowly, she eased her short dress up over her thighs until it was at her waist and her dark-haired pussy was right under Velda's nose.
Velda smelled the strong, womanly odor coming from Carol's hot wet cunt.
"Suck it," said Carol, and leaned back against the back of the bench.
Velda moaned and gasped, the pain of her unfulfilled orgasm worse than any of the pain she had from the whippings. She stared at Carol's cunt, the cunt lips parted, the hard bud of her clit standing out as Carol ran one of her fingers over it and lifted her hips just slightly.
"Suck it!" she repeated.
Suddenly, Velda wanted to suck Carol's pussy more than anything in the world. Just to sink her mouth over the hot open flesh and suck the cHt into her mouth. Her whole body went berserk at the thought. But she wasn't going to, not yet. She groaned as the pain from the orgasm she still hadn't had got wor'se, eating into her stomach and filling her with the feeling that her guts had just been ripped out.
"Suck it!" ordered Carol.
"No!" said Velda breathlessly, and she waited for the whip. It didn't come. She collapsed in more tears as she realized they knew exactly what she was going through and exactly what she had to do. Her body wrenched on the horse. Around her, all of them stood waiting. Velda sobbed and tossed around as far as she could, her body in endless torture from the come it couldn't have.
"No!" she screamed.
"Suck it," said Carol, running a finger into her pussy and rubbing it around. Suddenly, Velda cracked completely. Without knowing how, she understood the slave she was. Her body thrust up off the horse and she gave a scream that almost frightened Carol.
"No!" she yelled. "I won't suck you unless they whip me till I come!"
"I don't make deals with slaves," Carol snapped. "Suck it!"
"No, not unless you whip me!" Velda screamed, unable to believe the words coming from her mouth, or the feelings running through her.
Glen's face was at Velda's ear. "If you suck Carol off now like a good little girl," he said softly, "we'll forget all about this incident and you can go home."
Velda sobbed and gasped incoherently on the horse.
"If you won't be a good girl," said Glen relentlessly, "then we'll whip you not only while you suck Carol off, but Julie too. And then you'll get your tits whipped again while both Mike and I fuck your ass and probably your cunt too. And then probably more as we get horny again."
He stopped and Velda screamed, her voice twisted and coarse with lust.
"It's up to you," said Glen. "I'm going to stand up and count very slowly to five. If you aren't sucking Carol by then, you know what's coming to you." He stepped away and Velda moaned and screamed in the agony that ran through her desperate body.
"One," said Glen, and Velda screamed and her ass beat at the air.
"Two." "Aaaagh, ohhhh!" Velda sobbed.
"Three." "Oh God, whip me!" Velda screamed.
"You asked for it," said Glen.
Chapter Twelve
The cat-o'-nine-tails landed across Velda's ass. Her scream of lust left nobody in any doubt as to her new self. Her body rolled on the horse and her mouth went down onto Carol's open cunt. It was the first time Velda had been anywhere near another woman's pussy, but she seemed to know exactly what to do.
The whip landed across her tight ass cheeks, raising whole areas of red flesh and Carol gave a moan as Velda ran her tongue across the wet slick flesh of her clit and slid it into her cunt. Carol spread her legs wider and pulled Velda's willing little head right onto her gaping hot cunt slit.
Velda only took about three strokes of the whip to get back to the peak of orgasm she had been at before. From there on, she just came, endless wracking orgasms, the pulse of the whip meeting the thrusting fuck of the vibrator and joining in rising peaks of release that threw her higher with each beat.
Carol kept Velda's face to her cunt, forcing her hips at her, feeling the squirming roll of Velda's tongue and lips across her wanton flesh.
"Suck my clit!" she ordered and Velda clamped the fuck bud between her front teeth licking and sucking at it as she brought Carol off biting down suddenly on her clit and sucking harder and harder yelling and thrashing, in the grip of a climax that stretched out and on until she finally leaped on the bench and fell back with a contented sigh.
But not for Velda. Her breath was coming in great heaving sobs and her body rolled on the horse as the orgasm ran through her. "Ohh whip me more please give me more!" Carol got off the bench and Julie took her place with a great smile on her face. Velda went straight down on her t sucking her clit and licking into her cunt until Julie was yelling and moaning with her own rising come.
"Harder!" Velda begged as she pulled her face away from Julie's cunt for a second. "Ohh, whip me harder please!"
Glen grunted as he laid into her. His cock was rigid again and soon he was going to stuff it into this wonderful new slave. He threw the whip in hard hearing Velda's sobs of lust and the screams she gave as she came. She was so far gone she couldn't help bringing Julie off fast. The passion and single-minded lust she gave out had Julie screaming. Her hips thrust up and her legs spread wider to get as deep a sucking as she could. Again and again Julie came, feeling Velda's throbbing orgasms going on and on as she became truly a slave to the whip.
Julie had to pull her pussy away from Velda as the little girl went on sucking, trying to get Julie more orgasms than even she could take.
"Shit!" said Juliet swinging her leg off the bench and standing up. "Somebody's got to cool this bitch down. She's in heat!"
Glen stopped whipping Velda's ass and came around to her head. "It's cock time," he said.
"Which do you want, Mike, her mouth or ass?"
"But you promised to whip me while you fucked my ass," Velda moaned, her body in the same torture it had been in before. She wanted more come and she couldn't get it.
"You'll get all you can take, little girl," Glen promised with a chuckle.
"I'll take her ass," said Mike, his rigid cock waving in front of Velda's fevered eyes.
She moaned and sank Glen's prick shaft deep into her mouth the moment his cock was in reach. She wanted to hold his fucker, to lick and suck it inch by inch, but her hands were still tied and she couldn't.
She felt the first of the cream being rubbed on her ass. She felt a finger run inside the tight little-fuck hole. Just the finger in her ass sent explosions ripping through her. She moaned and sucked at Glen, feeling his cock swell even further, stretching her cheeks and invading her throat.
A new burst of pride shot through her and added to the endless come she was having. She could drive men and women crazy. Glen was moaning and yelling as she sucked him. Carol had screamed with release, and so had Julie. She sank Glen to the balls, hearing him yell and feeling his cock throb and beat in her throat.
Then she felt the tip of Mike's cock at her ass hole. She thrust back for it as if she had been as fucked for years. He slid in, meeting none of the resistance from her muscles he had expected. Velda screamed as he thrust to the top and his balls slapped into her still tender ass cheeks.
"Oh, fuck my ass!" she moaned and groaned with joy as he pulled out and rammed in again. "Oh fuck it! Fuck my ass, hard as you can!"
She slid Glen's cock into her throat again and worked it up and down, feeling him grab her hair and hold her down.
"Oh, please don't come yet! Please don't come yet, sir!" She sucked Glen's purple, throbbing cocktip and swirled her tongue around it.
"Please fuck my ass after Mike, sir, and make them whip my tits while you do it. Please, sir, please!"
Glen just grunted and thrust his cock back into her mouth. Velda gave a moan and sucked him, trying to keep him from going too deep and bringing himself off. She was desperate for more of the whip.
Even the hard cock in her ass, rubbing along the vibrator as they both fucked her, was not enough. She was coming still, but not with the intensity and release she wanted. She felt Mike's cock thrusting in and out, rubbing in her ass and driving new sensations through her body. She felt as if she was stuffed with cocks, three of them, one in every fuckhole.
Then Mike was shooting his cum. Almost without warning, his cock rose and throbbed in her ass, his hips beat at her harder and harder and he yelled as the hot white fluid burst out and ran over the throbbing walls of her shit chute.
"Oh yes!" Velda moaned, feeling Mike's cock running up into her with less and less friction as his cum lubricated her ass walls. He went on fucking her until every last drop was out and his cock was starting to go soft.
"Oh, please, sir, please! " Velda gasped. "Please fuck my ass and make them whip me, please!"
Glen didn't say a word, but he signaled to the girls, and they undid the still orgasming girl. She moaned as her muscles relaxed and that set off more spasms of come through her.
Glen seized her and took her over to one of the large soft chairs. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, then lifted her with no trouble at all and held her there while Carol took his cock and thrust it into the entrance of Velda's ass.
Then Velda screamed with lust as he dropped her onto his massive cock and sank in to the hilt in one heave. Instantly, she was coming again, and leaned back against him as Carol took her arms and pulled them back, holding them clasped behind Glen's head.
Glen's cock filled her ass to overflowing, and her ass walls seemed about to burst in one endless climax. She screamed with joy and her mouth turned and kissed Glen's face in a frenzy of ecstasy.
Then Velda's eyes widened and she gave a gasp. Her heart was pounding and orgasms were tearing through her. In front of her stood Mike with that strip of rubber.
"Ooooohhhh, yeeesssss!" Velda breathed and thrust her tits out towards him.
He reached in and tore the blouse away from her tits and then ripped the bra off. Velda screamed and wriggled with lust, pounding up and down on Glen's prick, feeling it get harder and harder in her ass.
She was gasping and weeping as Mike lined the rubber strip up. Her scream of orgasm tore through the room as Mike lashed it into her tender tits. They bounced on her chest with the blow, and Velda leaned back, jerking her hands in Carol's strong grasp as the pain sent her surging with an explosion of come.
Mike lined the rubber up again and Velda begged for it, her ass muscles clutching at Glen's cock, her pussy getting all the pulse of the vibrator. He let the end go and Velda was screaming even before it lashed into her tit-mound, her body wrenching around, her eyes closed, her mouth wide and panting.
She tore her wrists from Carol's strong grasp. Her hands went to her tits, cupping the red and flaming mounds, holding them higher, thrusting them out towards Mike.
"Oh, whip them!" she pleaded. "Right on the nipple, right there. Ooooohhh yess, oh yes!"
It was all too much for Glen. He had created slaves before, but none as perfect and demanding as this. She bucked on his cock, holding her tits to be lashed by the terrible rubber strip, screaming for more, demanding the agony she needed.
Velda's ass clenched around Glen's cock and almost sucked the cum out of it. He lurched up in the chair, holding Velda on his heaving hips as the boiling cum spurted into her ass. She shrieked for the rubber on her tits before he could shoot all his load.
Mike gave her all she wanted, lashing the rubber faster and faster into her tits as Glen yelled and heaved and his cock poured out great gobs of white jizz. It squeezed down, out of her ass and onto his legs, and still she screamed, holding her tits for the rubber strip until Glen gave a great yell and heaved the last of his cum into her ass and fell back.
Velda relaxed against him and gave a great sigh.
"Oh shit, I didn't know I wanted it like that! I am a little whore, aren't I?" she teased, her fingers playing with her cllt. "I'm disgusting and I deserve to be whipped and punished, don't I?"
"You bet," said Glen.
"And you will do it to me, won't you? You must punish me very severely for being such a depraved little slut." Glen laughed and that was the end of the dungeon for Velda. They picked her up, took the vibrator out of her pussy, stripped her, and they all went up to the hot tub.
There, Velda's lust was soon revived. After only a little time in the hot water, splashing and caressing the four other bodies, she worked on the two men, hand and mouth, until they were hard again. Then she begged for more of the whip, lying each of them down on the tiles beside the pool and sucking their cocks while Carol whipped her ass.
Again and again, she came, taking the men and holding them on the edge of coming until she had been whipped to orgasm.
Then she demanded a fuck sandwich. Glen in her cunt and Mike up her ass. Lying between their thrusting hard cocks, she also sucked both the other women off, going from one pussy to another as they lay there, their legs in the air, their cunts running with their juices.
Later than night, after Mike and Julie had gone, Velda lay in a contented heap on the huge bed in the main bedroom with Glen and Carol. Her mouth played with his cock which was slowly coming alive again. This little slave had got more cum from him in one day than most of his slaves could get in several nights of lust.
"It's time to discuss your future, little girl," he said, running his hands through her hair.
"Mmmnnnn," Velda murmured, and slid her hand gently over the inside of Carol's soft thigh. She wanted Carol to fuck Glen so she could suck them both off. "Whatever you say, sir, but please don't send me away." "Oh no, I have no intention of doing that," said Glen. "Julie's getting married and I fully intended for you to take her place. You will be our personal assistant. Carol and I are going abroad for several months on business and you will come with us. We'll be going to Hawaii, Singapore, 'Hong Kong, and on to Europe, with some sightseeing on the way."
"Mmmmmnn," Velda murmured. She couldn't believe it, all her dreams seemed to be coming true. "And what does your 'personal assistant' have to do?" she asked, her mouth running over the tip of Glen's now rapidly hardening cock.
"Oh, she has to lie on the beach all day and maybe swim a little if she feels like it."
Beside him, Carol chuckled.
"Maybe she has to come to some meetings," Glen went on, "And then in the evenings, she has to come out to restaurants and wine and dine customers with us, and then go back to the hotel, or maybe their houses, or wherever, and entertain them. Some of them are very kinky indeed. Our 'personal assistant' will probably get herself fucked and probably whipped like crazy for the next few months.
"Every night?" asked Velda with a moan of lust.
"Every night," said Glen.
"Oh, that sounds just too wonderful for words," gasped Velda and sank her hungry mouth down the length of his cock in total ecstasy.
