Natalie screamed, tossing helplessly on the ropes, her ass burning with the thin streak of red pain.
"Stop that, stop!"
She sobbed and screamed helplessly, her hands gripping the ropes she hung by, as hard as she could.
"Watch them!" Lance came up behind her again and ran his hands over her ass. "Did anybody ever tell you, you have the most delicious ass in the world?"
"You pervert!" Natalie sobbed, her eyes running with tears.
"Now that's naughty, and this is what naughty girls get."
"No, nooooo!" Natalie shrieked.
He stepped back and lashed the cane across her ass again, digging a thin line across her tight panties. Natalie's scream rang around the room.
Zane had his hands on Roxanne's tits, slowly kneading the soft heavy flesh as he played with her. Roxanne's low sobs could be heard as he fitted the other nipple clamp on his obedient wife. Her tits throbbed with pain, but she kept her hands up over her head, pushing back, her body shaking as the other clamp went around her nipple.
Zane tightened it until Roxanne gasped in pain and sagged, her tits trembling. Then he went to the one that was already on and tightened that, slowly turning the screw, digging the teeth of the clamps into Roxanne's sensitive tit flesh.
Roxanne screamed, her body tossing as the agony beat down her resistance. She fell to the floor, clutching and rubbing her tits, but she made no attempt to take the clamps off.
"Not bad." Zane picked up his beer and surveyed his moaning wife on the carpet. "Now get up and get the bench."
"Ohhhh!" Roxanne choked, her hands rubbing around the clamps, trying to get some relief to her nipples.
"Now that's what we mean by a good girl," Lance whispered into Natalie's ear.
"You, you sadist!" Natalie sobbed, her legs straining against the bonds on her ankles.
"Watch, whore." Lance ran his hand over her ass again and Natalie trembled, shrinking from his touch.
To Natalie's honor and amazement, Roxanne started to climax. She rolled on the carpet, one hand caressing her tits, but the other one digging between her legs, rolling her clit. With a deep shudder she heaved up, her legs shaking while she finger fucked herself into a fury.
"You bastard, you heap of shit!" Roxanne screamed, her body writhing on the floor.
But her hand blurred over her clit and the other one pulled at the clamps, viciously twisting them into her nipples, forcing more pain into her tortured body. She shrieked, her body convulsing.
"You made me come, you shit!" She gave an unearthly scream and collapsed, rubbing her aching tits again.
"Now, go get the bench." Zane calmly took another drink of his beer. "More of that and you'll be in real trouble."
Sobbing and gasping, Roxanne crawled over the floor, into the other room.
"See, that's what we want." Lance's hands were still rubbing over Natalie's ass. "Now tell me how much you'd love to get up on that table and show us what a great body you have."
"Never, never, you sadist."
"Okay, it's your ass," he grinned.
"No!" Natalie gasped, but he was standing back from her and the cane whistled through the air, lashing another stripe across her ass. She gasped and hung on the ropes, agony surging all over her body.
"Well, lookee at that," said Lance with great amusement. "Your panties tore."
Natalie could feel it. Over her throbbing ass, the thin material had torn, and a great strip of material was hanging off. She moaned and twisted, trying to see, but she could hardly move at all.
Roxanne came back in, still on her knees, moaning with the pain in her tits, but pushing a strange thing that made Natalie sick to look at.
It was a small contraption, on skids like a sled. The main padded length was at a fairly steep angle and would only reach to just under Roxanne's tits. From near the bottom, a thick dildo rammed out of the sloping surface and even Natalie could understand how it would be used. She sobbed as she watched the crawling woman.
"Ooooooh," Cherie crooned as she leaned against Matt, her pussy still sucking gently on his half soft cock. "This is gonna be great."
"Enough of that, Matt!" snapped Zane. "Come here and help with this bitch. She's gonna need her ass warmed, I know her."
"Sure thing." Matt lifted Cherie off his cock. It was slick with cum and pussy juices.
"Ohhh, Daddy, do you have to use him? I was getting him hard again," Cherie protested.
"Yes," said Zane, "and clean his cock off, it's disgusting."
"Ooooh, yes, Daddy!" Cherie sank obediently to her knees. She took Matt's cock in her skillful hands, sliding it between her lips, her hot tongue licking all the cum and goo into her welcoming mouth. Matt's cock got stiffer by the second as she worked, and, by the time she had licked off the last of the cum, it was as thick and hard as before.
"He's not going to whip his mother? No!" Natalie moaned as she saw Matt push Cherie away, pick up the cat and walk over to where Roxanne moaned before her husband, waiting for his command.
Lance laughed softly in her ear. "Don't you think Roxanne's a bit young to be his real mother? More like a step-mother if you ask me. Anyway, how about getting up on that table and stripping far me, huh?"
"Noooo, you beast, no!" Natalie gasped. Her head spun. She had no idea if he was telling her the truth, about anything that went on in this house. She groaned in pain as Lance ran his hand back, over her ass.
"Watch this, 'cause I really like it, and that's gonna be you soon."
"No, I won't, I – ohhhhh!" Natalie shrieked as he stepped back and lashed her with the thin cane again.
"Watch!" he ordered.
Through mists of pain, Natalie watched. Slowly, giving low, guttural moans, Roxanne leaned against the padded slope of the bench and spread her thighs around it. Then she slid up, until her pussy was running over the bulbous tip of the dildo. It was a full foot of hard rubber, sticking up, shaped like an enlarged cock. If they ever tried to get her to do that, Natalie knew she would die.
"Get it in, Mom!" Matt whipped the cat across Roxanne's straining ass.
"Yaahhhh!" Roxanne screamed, her hips jerking, the massive bulbous cock slipping between her wet pussy lips.
"See that, now ain't that great?" Lance whispered into Natalie's terrified ear.
"Deeper, Mom!" Matt snapped and the cat lashed into Roxanne's ass again.
Roxanne moaned, her hips convulsing, her pussy ramming up and down on the thick rubber prick. At each jerk the dildo rammed deeper into her hot curt, stretching her pussy lips wider, invading her fuck channel.
"Ready to strip for me?" asked Lance.
"Ohhh, leave me alone, let me down!" Natalie moaned. Her arms ached and her legs were painfully pulled apart.
The cane lashed her ass as the cat landed on Roxanne's heaving cheeks. Their twin screams rang around the room as the dildo sank almost entirely into Roxanne's hot cunt and Natalie tossed in desperation on the ropes.
"Here, let me help." Cherie climbed out of the chair, letting her short skirt fall back over her thighs, but keeping her top under her thrusting tits. She caressed her nipples as she walked over, grinning nastily at the bound librarian.
"Whip her!" she demanded.
The cane lashed Natalie's ass and she leaped, screaming on the ropes. But Cherie was very close, and moved closer, sliding an arm around Natalie's neck, her young tits pressing into Natalie's body, rubbing softly, even as the cane landed again, lashing another deep line of red agony into the bound girl's ass.
"Now, tell us how you'd love to strip for us," Cherie whispered. To Natalie's horror she ran her hand down, between Natalie's wide stretched legs, and caressed her pussy through the thin panties.
"Ohhh stop that, stop it!" Natalie screamed as the cane whipped into her ass cheeks again.
"Wouldn't you love to strip?" Cherie's mouth was close to Natalie's ear, licking and sucking at her neck, so gently, as gently as her fingers played with Natalie's pussy. "Wouldn't you love to see the men watching you? See their cocks getting hard, ready to ram right up your pussy?"
Cherie was getting turned on herself, but she kept up the soft caress as the whip cut into Natalie's ass.
Natalie gasped, pain rushing over her whole body. "Stop it. Don't do that, it's perverted."
"You mean you don't want to suck my pussy?" Cherie said breathlessly.
Her fingers dug into Natalie's clit and the cane whipped into Natalie's ass at the same moment. Natalie screamed and jerked, forcing Cherie's fingers into the entrance of her cunt, even through the panties.
Natalie gasped. A terrible, strange passion was developing out of the contact. She went cold, sweat breaking out all over her body as she struggled on the ropes. Her hips jerked and the cane whipped her ass flesh, lashing so hard that her panties were cut again.
"Watch Roxanne," Cherie whispered. "She wants it more than any of us. Watch her." She kept up the soft caress, her fingers sliding inside Natalie's panties that now hung, half off her tortured ass.
"Ohoooo!" Natalie sobbed.
Cherie took her by the chin and forced her head up, making her watch the degrading scene being played out.
Matt lashed Roxanne, driving her cunt right down the length of the thick rubber dildo. Roxanne's body heaved against the sloping bar, leaning on it as she spread her thighs and worked the dildo harder into her hot pussy.
"Undo my pants." Zane was leaning back, watching his wife's agony.
With a deep sob, Roxanne reached up, her tits still heaving with the agony of the clamps on her nipples, and worked Zane's zipper down. She gave a low guttural scream as the whip landed on her ass and her whole body twitched, her cunt ramming deep on the dildo.
"My boots," said Zane.
Roxanne gave a gurgling scream as she reached for Zane's boots and pulled them off, her body pressed hard into the padded sloping bench. Most of her weight was on the thick cock in her cunt, and her body pulsed as it rammed high into her body. At each downward heave, Matt lashed her ass again, getting a low moan of pain and lust from the struggling wife.
"Jeans," said Zane.
He didn't help at all as Roxanne struggled, pulling his jeans down his legs. Matt lashed her ass and the dildo rammed higher and harder into her cunt. She pulled them down, and at last got them off. By now her ass was beet red, lashed by the steady beat of the cat. With a guttural sigh of lust, she pulled Zane's cock to her mouth, licking and sucking at the massive thick length of prick.
"Suck it good, or we'll do it again." Zane leaned back and took another drink of beer, watching his wife struggle on the dildo, her mouth sliding deep on his fucking cock.
Roxanne heaved, her ass pumping deep to the beat of the cat, one hand rubbing her tits, dragging at the clamps as her passion mounted. The other held Zane's massive thick cock while she sucked on the swollen cockhead, her soft lips the perfect circle around, the throbbing prick meat.
"Not bad, not bad." Zane was leaning farther back and closing his eyes.
"Now wouldn't you love to have that cock in your mouth?" Cherie still held the struggling librarian around the neck and slid her fingers inside Natalie's panties, caressing the bud of her clit.
Cherie's soft mouth kissed and caressed Natalie's neck, licking at the hot skin and keeping her mouth there though all Natalie's desperate struggles as the whip lashed her ass. For a moment Lance stopped, but only to tuck her dress back into her belt to keep her ass clear for the whip.
"How about you strip for us?" Cherie murmured. "I love to strip for the boys, 'cause I know what they're gonna do to me then, and ohhh fuck I love being pussy whipped while I'm sucking cock; ohhh, fuck, does that feel good."
"Stop it!" Natalie moaned, her body seared with pain, her pussy throbbing as Cherie's skillful fingers worked over her clit.
The contrast of the agony of the whip and the subtle caresses on her cunt were doing strange things to the bound blonde. A fire, an awful passion was building in her cunt, spreading a warmth through her, even as the cane lashed her tight, agonized ass.
"Hey, a couple more and you can get 'em off!" Lance yelled. "Watch this!" He swung the thin rod at Natalie's ass, cutting into the thin material of her panties.
"Ohhh, God!" Natalie screamed, her arms trembling with the pain.
"Just a few more!" Lance lashed at Natalie, cuffing another thin line across her torn panties.
"Stop, stop!" Natalie screamed.
"This should do it!" Lance yelled and the cane whipped in viciously, cutting the last connection of the panties across her ass cheeks. Natalie's scream bounced off the walls as her body trembled in agony, but all the time it was mingled with the awful pleasure coming from Cherie's fingers running softly over her pussy.
Cherie pulled at Natalie's panties, ripping them through her legs and dropping them on the floor. Suddenly Natalie's tight ass cheeks were totally revealed, a mass of crimson lines, the muscles convulsing in pain. In desperation, Natalie screamed and tossed, her wrists struggling against the bonds.
"Oh come now." Cherie ran her fingers into the curly blonde hair of Natalie's pussy. "Tell me how much you'd love to strip, show us your delicious body, beg to have the men fuck you and ram their cocks down your throat. I'd love to suck your pussy while they do that. Would you like me to suck your pussy?"
"Stop it!" Natalie screamed, her head spinning in horror.
To her absolute horror, Cherie slowly slid down her body, her mouth dragging sensually over the dress until she went below, to the white flesh on the insides of Natalie's thighs.
Natalie moaned as Cherie's mouth traveled slowly over her flesh, licking and kissing closer to her pussy with each moment. It was the most disgusting thing Natalie had ever known, but there was fire coming from it, a depraved sensuality that spread, up from her pussy, into her stomach, burning brighter each time the thin rod lashed her ass. She arched, screaming at Cherie to stop, but her legs were trembling, her pussy twitching with the awful feelings as Cherie's mouth reached her pussy and licked at her sensitive clit bud.
Roxanne's gurgling screams beat out from around her husband's massive cock as she worked it in and out of her mouth. Her shaking body rammed down on the rubber dildo, forcing it to the hilt, into her sucking, fucking cunt. As the whip lashed her ass again, she came, orgasms surging out of her pussy and tortured tits.
She groaned, ramming her mouth on Zane's prick, sucking at it for all she was worth, her hand jerking up and down the cockshaft.
"Deep throat me," Zane said.
Desperately Roxanne tried to get more of the cock in her mouth. Her hand blurred up and down his cockshaft as she rammed her mouth as deep as it would go, but still could only take half his prick into her convulsing mouth.
"Deep throat me," Zane said, taking another drink of beer.
Roxanne screamed and sucked at him while her climaxes rushed over her, making her twist and heave on the rubber dildo.
"If you don't, I'll have you punished again," Zane said.
Roxanne moaned, her ass jerking for the whip, her fingers twisting the clamps on her nipples, pulling her flesh until the pain echoed all over her, sending her into delirious orgasms.
"I'm coming," Zane said. "if you don't do it by then, you know the consequences." He gasped and his body rose in the chair.
In a heaving mass, Roxanne sucked at Zane's cock, her fingers working his cockshaft. She kept up the torture on her tits and the cat lashed her heaving ass.
Zane yelled, "Here it comes!" He leaned back, his hips heaving up as his cock shot a thick stream of hot white cum into Roxanne's mouth.
Roxanne gave a bubbling scream of lust and sucked it in, her hot lips around his cockhead, licking up the thick goo as it poured out, filling her mouth with salty fuckjuice. Her hands urged him on, jerking his cock into her mouth as she milked it, sucking the cum out as it bubbled out of his piss slit.
"Oooh, not bad, not bad." Zane moaned as his balls emptied their thick load of jizz. "But it doesn't get you off, whore, you know that."
His hips jerked as Roxanne's skillful mouth sucked his cockhead, licking the last of the gobs away.
Matt stopped the cat, watching as Roxanne still slowly rammed her hips down on the dildo, bringing herself off to the last drop of satisfaction. Her hand stopped twisting the clamps and stroked her tits, moving around the biting teeth, caressing her sore flesh. Slowly she looked up at her husband, her tongue still caressing his cockhead.
"Do I have to keep these on, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
Roxanne moaned, ramming her cunt back down on the dildo, but never protesting at all. She stayed there, sucking Zane's cock gently, her ass circling, driving the dildo in and out of her hot cunt with long slow strokes.
Natalie was going out of her mind. The cane whipped her tight ass cheeks, lashing into the purple mass of pain, again and again. Her body twisted, heaving on the ropes, jerking helplessly. But the worst of it was Cherie's mouth, sucking and licking at her pussy, spreading the horrible passion, out from her cunt, down her white thighs and up, driving her into screaming paroxysms which got higher, with each lash of the whip and each subtle lick of Cherie's tongue over her clit.
For the first time in her life she was coming.
She knew it, and was utterly revolted. She couldn't come like this, with a dreadful cane lashing her ass and a woman sucking her pussy. Anything would be better than that. Even stripping for them.
"Yesssss!" she screamed suddenly. "I'll strip for you, I'll do it, just stop! I'll strip for you, I will!"
The cane stopped, but Cherie still kept up her soft licking.
"Stop that, stop it!" Natalie screamed, her thighs trembling. But, in some strange way, just the sucking was easier to take.
"Hey, come on, Cherie," Lance said. "You heard what the lady said."
Cherie grinned as she took her mouth away from Natalie's cunt. She stood up and kissed the helpless librarian, her mouth wet with saliva and pussy juices.
"I'll be back, whore," Cherie promised.