Corinne jerked in the chair, her head twisting, her body racked with the most terrible agony. She screamed, staring at her tits and the thin line of red that showed where the whip had lashed her creamy white tit flesh.
"No, no, I'll do it!" she wailed as the whip curled in again. "Aaaghhh! Help, Julius, help!"
Her tits bounced under the impact of the plaited leather tail, and another curling line of pain joined the first one.
"Ohhhh, I love it!" Melissa gasped as she lashed the screaming Corinne again. She swirled the whip through the air, lashed it in so that the very tip burned into Corinne's nipple, ramming the hard bud into her areola as it hit.
"Aaaghh! Ohhh, God!" Corinne screamed, shrugging against the collar, her arms heaving in the handcuffs. The hard metal bit into her wrists, but she hardly felt it. Everything was concentrated on her tits. "Let me do it!" She sobbed as she watched the curling tail of the whip lashing in on her. "Aaaaghhh! Oh, God, help me!"
Her lovely tit mounds jiggled as another crimson line of agony curled over her flesh. Her legs kicked up with the pain, showing more of her luscious thighs and the tops of her stockings. She tried to stop, but the pain made her legs spasm under each blow.
"Fuuuck, look at her!" Susie yelled, her fingers rubbing her pussy, her legs spread wide. She undid her bra with her other hand and rubbed her nipples, pulling at them as she watched. She yelled as she came, her legs tightening and pulling her ass up off the chair.
"OOOOHH, fuck, I gotta have it! Come on, once! You fuckers, fuck meee!" She moaned and jerked her fingers ramming into her cunt, her body thrashing wildly. "Come on, Saul! I'll give it to you any way you want, if you'll just fuck me!"
The little nympho crawled off the chair and over to Saul on her knees. She clung to his legs, her hand reaching shamelessly for his cock. He looked down at her.
"It'll cost you," he said, his thick hard cock pressing into Susie's hands.
"Anything!" Susie gasped, climbing up him in desperation of lust.
"Undress me," he said.
He kept watching Corinne's suffering as Susie greedily undid his pants and dragged them down, handling his cock the whole time as he stepped out of them. She almost ripped his shirt as he pulled it off and then went for his underpants.
"Uh-uh," he said and sat down.
"Oooh, Saul!" Susie wailed. She crawled closer and untied his shoes, taking them off, followed by his socks, gasping and wailing the whole time. Then she grabbed at his underpants and heaved them away, her mouth watering as she revealed his long thick cock. "Ooooh, fuck! Stick that up me!"
With a long drawn-out moan, she fell forward over the chair back, her ass thrusting out, her panties sopping wet with her cunt juices.
"Rip them off me!" she begged.
Saul grinned and reached into the top of Susie's little black panties.
"Like this?" he teased, pulling on the waistband, stretching it out a little.
"Yessss, yes!" Susie wailed. "Come on, Saul, fuck me!"
Saul pulled harder and the thin material stretched to its limit and began to tear, ripping away from Susie's ass.
"Ooohhh!" she mowed. "Oohbh, fuck, give me your cock, Saul, come on, give me!" She pushed back at him, rubbing her tits as she waited.
Saul slid his cockhead over the wet gash of Susie's pussy, working it up and down until she was screaming with frustration, her ass jerking uncontrollably.
"Fuuuck meee!" she begged, her fingers tearing at the chair cushions.
Slowly, Saul slid his cock into her throbbing cunt. Susie screamed and gasped with lust, bucking up against him, her cunt swallowing his cock.
"Fuuuck meee!" she begged, her pussy throbbing out of control as she came.
Saul rammed his cock into her cunt to the hilt, and Susie gave a long wailing scream of passion, her ass tossing on the chair back, her mouth gasping with lust. And all the time, she kept her eyes on the chair where Corinne jerked and screamed in agony.
"Now do it!" Corinne screeched, her body tossing, her tits a crimson mass of agony, the delicious tit mounds heaving under the hard lash of the whip.
"Please, let me do it!"
"Do what?" Melissa demanded, the whip curling in the air. Her fingers moved under the hem of her short slip to her pantied cunt where they caressed her cunt mound slowly. She was enjoying every second of Corinne's suffering.
"Take my clothes off!" Corinne wept, staring at the whip as if her pleading eyes could stop it from flailing.
"Take my clothes off, please," Melissa said, playing with Corinne, just moving the whip slowly around, keeping the bound blonde on the edge of terror.
"Take my clothes off, please!" Corinne wept, struggling against the collar. But Donald was keeping such a tight grip that her head couldn't move without cutting off her hair.
"Good," said Melissa, working the whip tail around, letting the plaited leather drag slowly over Corinne's tits. "Take my clothes off and show you all my body so you can fuck me."
"No, please, aaagghh!" Corinne screamed as the whip curled up effortlessly and lashed across her sensitive tits. "Don't make me, please, don't – aaghh!" She squirmed desperately in the chair, her body on fire with desperate agony, "Take my clothes off so you can fuck me!"
"Fuck, you gotta learn faster," Melissa said softly, her fingers playing over her pussy. "You know," she went on conversationally, letting the whip tail drop over Corinne's tits once more, the hard leather lashing over Corinne's suffering skin, "I get real horny when I whip little bitches like you. I mean real horny, like I go crazy. You understand?"
"Yes, yes!" Corinne wept, her eyes on the whip. "No, you fuckin' don't!" Melissa swung the whip downwards, beating Corinne's tits with another vicious blow. "Don't lie to me, bitch! If you know what I feel, your pussy'll be wet. Is it?"
"W-w-what?" Corinne sobbed.
"Let me see." Melissa slid her hand up the insides of Corinne's thighs. "Open your legs."
"Nooo!" Corinne wept as Melissa's hand pushed her skirt higher on her thighs. "Please, no, no!"
But already Melissa's fingers were playing over her upper thighs and closing in on her panties. She wanted to kick at Melissa, but she was too terrified to do that.
"I bet a good long pussy-suck she's as dry as a bone," Melissa said.
"I'll take the bet," Donald said. "If I loose, I'll whip the shit while she does it."
"Done," Melissa said, and her fingers played over the crotch of Corinne's panties.
Corinne wanted to die. It was bad enough that men tried to do that to her, but to have another woman feeling up her pussy was almost shameful enough to stop her from thinking about the suffering in her tits. Her legs trembled, but she was transfixed with fear, unable to close them against Melissa's hand. She cringed as Melissa's fingers ran inside her panties and probed to the entrance of her cunt, past her pussy lips and over her prominent clit.
"I told you," Melissa said. "You couldn't get a pencil up there. Fuck!"
She pulled back, but already Donald was leaning over Corinne, his fingers going for her throbbing nipples.
"Well, that's you in the shit," he said, taking one of Corinne's nipples between his fingers and thumb and twisting tightly until Corinne moaned with pain. "Tell me, what makes you wet, whore?"
Corinne sobbed as she looked over the people enjoying her pain and suffering. There was Julius, leaning on the table, a drink in his hand. His strong, handsome face had an almost detached expression – if it hadn't been for the glint of lust in his eyes and the massive cock-bulge in his pants. Over the back of the chair, Susie still rolled and came as Saul slid his cock in and out of her cunt, ramming her hips into the chair top as he fucked her. Martin sat in another chair, his feet propped up, watching with open enjoyment on his face.
"What makes you wet, whore?" Donald demanded, twisting her nipple and making Corinne sob with pain.
"I – I don't know!" she wept.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked, his fingers tightening even more on her nipple.
"Aaahhh!" Corinne sobbed, trying to pull her head away.
"Tell us," Donald said. "We're going to find out anyway."
His fingers worked her nipple and Corinne could see that the whole room waited for her confession.
Now she wished with all her might that she wasn't a virgin. She could imagine their reaction when they knew. She'd almost lost her cherry once or twice, but the clawing, the grunting and heaving of the men had disguised her each time to the point where she screamed and forced them away. That had been years ago, too. She hadn't allowed a man near her since. She sobbed and wept, trying to avert her face.
"Leave her to me," Melissa said.
Corinne screamed, but still didn't speak, hoping a miracle would happen.
Donald leaned back and gripped the chain again, forcing Corinne to stare up at Melissa as the dark-haired wife eased the whip through her fingers.
"Where was I?" Melissa mused. "Oh yes, I was saying how I get really horny when I whip little shits like you, that's right."
And the whip curled into Corinne's tits with a sickening smack.
"Aaghghhh!" Corinne wept, her body exploding with pain. "What do you want me to…"
"Shut up when I'm talking!" Melissa snapped, and lashed her tits again.
"Oh, God, God, God!" Corinne screamed and jerked desperately until the agony subsided a little.
"But the funny thing is," Melissa said, sliding the whip handle over Corinne's body, "that I can't get really off, you know, really off, unless I get whipped." She almost casually whipped the leather into Corinne's tits and waited until the scream ended. "Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know, really I don't," Corinne wept.
"Sure, you don't," Melissa said. "Oh, well." She whipped Corinne's tits again, driving the suffering blonde into shuddering spasms of pain. "Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, yes!" Corinne confessed, tears rolling down her face.
"Well, fuck me!" Julius exclaimed.
They stared at Corinne, grinning as she dropped her head as far as Donald would let her and wept her heart out.
"Hear that? A fuckin' virgin!" Saul roared as he slammed his cock into Susie's cunt. "Ohhhh, fuck, that's gonna be great to see! Oooohhh, fuck, I'm coming, babe, I'm coming!" His ass jerked as he jolted Susie off her feet with the force of his fucking, his throbbing prick swelling in her slippery cunt.
"Uuurhhh, yesss!" Susie screamed in delight, her pussy walls sucking at his prick, her body going wild with lust as she came to the beat of his ramming cockrod. "Fill my pussy! Come on, I'll make her lick it out, come onnnn, Saul! Oooohhh, fuck!"
Her hands tightened on the chair cushion, hauling it up in her orgasmic ecstasy.
"Heeeere it comes!" Saul bellowed, his hard body thrusting wildly, his cock fucking deeper into Susie's hot cunt.
Melissa strode up to the chair. "Are you fucking my husband?" she demanded, grabbing Susie's blonde curls.
"Yessss!" Susie screamed. "And he's coming up my cunt, gonna shoot his cum up me! How about that, cunt? How about that?"
"I'll teach you to fuck my husband!" Melissa snarled. "Hold her back, darling."
"Jealous bitch!" Saul roared with a great laugh as he grabbed Susie's upper arms and hauled her upright, slamming her harder into the chair back, heaving her tits out.
Donald leaned over Corinne again, his hands going for her tits, caressing the hard nipples.
"Watch this," he said softly. "Melissa is such a nasty bitch, she whips anybody who fucks her husband, well, most of the time. And you know what? She whips them if they refuse to fuck him. Now isn't that nasty?"
Corinne wept in pain as her nipples burned under his brutal handling. Helplessly, she stared out at the disgusting scene.
Susie screamed with, lust and thrust her tits out even more as Melissa lined the whip up on them.
"He's coming, I can feel him!" she screamed. The whip cut into her tits and she thrust back at Saul, her cunt spasming over his throbbing cock. "Your husband's shooting up my cunt, bitch, and you can't stop him!"
Her body bent back like a bow, her tits heaved out, getting redder by the moment as Melissa lashed them and rubbed her pussy, watching her husband coming in Susie's cunt.
"Whip her!" Saul yelled as his cock spurted thick creamy cum deep in Susie's cunt. His legs drove the blonde harder into the chair back as he held and fucked her. His cock jerked as another stream of hot cum poured out of his cock slit, filling Susie's squirming cunt with fuck-juice. "Yuuhhh, like that, darling, just like that, ooohhh, fuck she's hot!"
He gasped as Susie's spasming cunt sucked another hot wad of jism from his cock and Melissa lashed Susie's tits, the thin leather beating all over her rib cage.
Melissa whipped Susie's tits each time Saul heaved the screaming blonde upward on his cock to unload some more cum. Susie's orgasm crashed and rolled as she screamed under the whip and her pussy sucked the last jets of Saul's jism out. One final heave, and lash and Susie gave a long scream, falling forward over the chair back, her body heaving as she panted with satisfaction.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "I'd go crazy without you guys. That was wonderful, wonderful!" She rubbed her tits slowly as her orgasm subsided.
Saul eased his cock out of her cunt and slapped her ass. "Hey!" he said. "You gotta get me hard again – that's the deal."
"Honey," Susie gurgled deep in her throat, "have I ever let a cock get away, huh?"
She slid off the chair and pushed him into it. Greedily, she slid between his legs and took his cock in her fingers, sucking and licking at the half-soft cockhead, taking up the gobs of cum that ran over his flesh.
Corinne would have been sick if she hadn't had enough to worry about, herself. Her tits echoed with pain as Donald worked them, tightening his fingers until it felt as if her crinkled nipples were going to be crushed.
Then Julius was standing in front of her, still grinning, still with that horrible cock-bulge in the front of his pants. Saul's cock had seemed big enough to Corinne, but Julius' seemed enormous.
"Virgin, huh?" Julius said.
Corinne sobbed helplessly, her arms aching from the bite of the handcuffs, her neck burning in the tight, hard collar.
He knelt close to Corinne's knees, pushing his hand under her skirt, up her thighs.
"No, please, Julius, please!" Corinne begged, trying to close her legs against his hand.
"Open your legs," he said. "Wide!"
Corinne wept, but she was too afraid to disobey. She spread her legs for him, sobbing as his fingers probed her pussy.
"You're right," he said, "she's as dry as the Arizona desert. Have to do something about that."
He pushed a finger into Corinne's cunt, and Corinne jerked and wailed with the painful rasp over her pussy walls. He pushed again and came up against the tight drum of Corinne's cherry.
"Well, fuck me!" he said. "I thought you had to be lying to try and get some pity. Well, I gotta have that. Don't you think, boys? I should be the one to take my aunt's cherry?" He slid his finger out of her cunt and left Corinne weeping bitterly.
"Luckyfucker," Martin said. "Not often you get to do that. I never got to fuck my aunts. But then, with my aunts, who the fuck would want to?"
"Okay, Aunt Corinne," Julius said, grinning with anticipation. "But first, you get up and show us all that great body of yours. All of it, got that?"
Corinne broke into sobs of horror. "Please, Julius. Please, don't make me do this, please! What would your father say?"
"He'd say: 'Hey, Son, about time that stuck-up sister of mine got her cunt well and truly fucked out.' But then, you know what a crude fucker my father is." He'd laughed and turned away.
The cuffs clicked open and Corinne almost wept from the sheer relief. She rubbed her tits desperately, more throbbing pain rolling out of the contact. Then the chain came off the collar.
"Don't touch that," Donald said softly, running his fingers over the black leather around Corinne's neck. "You wear that until you're told to take it off. Now, stand up."
Corinne got to her feet and closed the torn sides of her blouse with an automatic gesture. Her bra was wadded up inside it, but she wasn't thinking of that.
Saul's cock was hard again as Susie's soft mouth worked up and down on it, sucking gently, her blonde ringlets falling over her face. Martin leaned back in his chair, the same amused smiled on his face. Julius and Donald had gotten another drink each and were waiting for her.
Her legs shook as she walked to the center of the room. They had all seen most of her body anyway, but it was still horrible to have to strip for them. Corinne thought about refusing, but she could see Melissa, holding the whip, stroking it, watching her carefully.
She was weeping as she opened the blouse again and let it slide down her arms and off. She unzipped her skirt and let that run down her lovely legs, stepping out of it and putting it over the back of a chair.
She reached down for the hem of her slip with dull submission.
"No," Julius said. "The bra, get that off."
Corinne let go of her slip. The top of it was partly over her tits, so she had to ease that to the side before she could slide the expensive bra off her shoulders.
It took a little effort, but eventually the bra was on the floor and she stood in front of them all in her little slip, panties, stockings and high heels.
"Keep the slip, but take off your panties," Julius said.
Corinne trembled uncontrollably as she lifted her slip hem and reached for the waistband of her panties. She made sure the hem of the slip dropped over her ass as she eased her panties away and down her legs. She managed to step out of them without showing too much more, but her audience didn't mind. They were going to get what they wanted, anyway.
"Come here," Julius commanded.
Corinne felt herself shaking wildly as she went over to her nephew and waited in front of him, the center of all the staring eyes.
"Drink this," he said, "all of it."
He gave her a tumbler with a considerable amount of straight whiskey in it. Corinne stared into the glass.
"I don't drink," she moaned.
"You do now – drink it," he said.
Corinne raised the glass and took a sip.
"All of it, in one go, or else," he said.
"Please, I don't want to drink."
Donald swung around and grabbed her elbows, his strong hands holding them into the small of her back. She screamed, but the drink was out of her hand before she could spill it.
Julius took a pair of massive paper clips out of his packet and showed them to Corinne. She squirmed and wept, for they had terribly strong springs that were designed to hold thick stacks of paper. He squeezed hard and one of them opened, the jaws straining hard against his fingers.
"I'm going to put one of these on each nipple," he said, "and take them off when you've drunk it. And a bit more for good measure." He let the paper clip go and the jaws clicked shut with terrifying force.
He turned back and added another half-inch of whiskey to the glass while Corinne choked and cried in horror.
"I'll drink it!" she wept. "Really, I will!"
"That's your trouble," he said, setting the glass back on the table. "You always think too late. Hold her, Donald."
Corinne screamed, struggling against Donald's hands as he held her tight and Julius slid the terrible clips closer to her already-beaten, throbbing nipples. Her tits were thrust out by the force of Donald's hands on her elbows in the small of her back, and she moaned as the cold steel of the clip ran over her tit.
"No, Julius, please! I'll drink it, I will! Please, I'll do anything, please! Aaahhhh." She stared at the open jaws of the clip, poised around her nipple.
Very slowly, he let his grip go, the clip jaws closed on her nipple, clamping it tightly, then biting in, the pain rushing out in a slow tide.
"Oohhhhh!" Corinne wept, her body ringing with pain as she struggled helplessly against Donald's iron grip. Her nipple felt as if it was crushed when Julius let go of it and brought the other clip to her other nipple. "Please, no, Julius, not like that, please."
"Like this, then?" He let the clip jaws go.
They slammed shut on Corinne's nipple. Her scream rang off the walls, her body twisted, breaking even out of Donald's grip as she fell to the floor, screaming in pain her hands going to her tits.
"Don't take them off!" Julius snapped. "Or I'll hang you up and make you wear them for an hour."
Corinne screamed, crawling in pain on the carpet, her tits exploding with agony. Sweat broke out all over her body, her lovely blonde hair dangling as her crushed nipples burned in utter agony.
"Get up!" Julius barked.
Corinne managed to get to her knees, her expensive stockings tearing as she moved. She held her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could to help ease the pain.
Julius held out the drink to her. She grabbed it and swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. Her head spun as she knelt there, and Julius reached for the clips. He took hold of them bath and pulled viciously.
"Aaaghgh!" Corinne screamed as the two terrible clips pulled her tits outward, still clipped hard on her nipples.
Her body racked as the full strength of the clips pulled against her flesh. Her tits stretched, her nipples standing out, thin lines of aching flesh. Corinne wailed as Julius gave a final great tug and the clips jerked off her nipples. She screeched and fell helplessly onto the carpet, rubbing her crushed nipples.
"Have you learned to behave yet?" Julius asked. "Yes, yes!" Corinne sobbed, her hands caressing her tits, the throbbing agony in them slowly subsiding.
"Good," he said. "I've been getting unbearably horny. Stand up."
Corinne struggled to do as she was told, pain still rushing from her tits as she struggled up, her stockings torn, her slip twisted all over the place.
"Shoes," Julius said.
Corinne had to stop and put on one of her shoes that had fallen off in her agony. Finally she faced her tormentor, tears rolling dawn her face, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Now," Julius said, "you're going to undress me and get to know my cock real well. Just for a start. So, bitch, undress me."
Corinne couldn't stop weeping as she reached out and tried to pull his jacket off his shoulders. She wondered if she would survive this nightmare.