Janet advanced toward the man, hips swaying, leading with her crotch. "Want it?" She slithered her tongue very slowly around on her lips.
"Go to hell." He looked away.
"Don't you like me?" Janet cooed, sliding closer to him. "I like you, Bob. I think we can have a real good time." She straddled his legs with her knees, rising to place her cunt near his face. "Why don't you eat me out? Just put your mouth all over my nice soft pussy." Her snatch touched his face.
"No!" Bob snapped his head around, trying to get away from the crotch.
"Eat me," she said softly. "I want to feel your tongue all over my pussy." Both hands grabbed his hair, twisting his mouth to her box. "Eat my pussy. Eat it." She wriggled closer, forcing his nose onto her clit.
"Bitch." Bob clamped his lips tightly together. He tried to turn his head away but the woman was too strong.
"You're not trying, Bob. I want you to eat me." She pulled his hair, forcing her cunt to cover his mouth and nose. When he leaned back she sat on his face. "Eat it!"
Bob tried to bite the tender flesh, snapping at the soft tissues.
"Yeah!" Janet leaped back. "There's some life in you. I knew it!" She touched her cunt to get more arousal flowing.
"You fucking dyke. I hate your guts!"
"You just need to get turned on. Then you'll like me." Janet crouched, one hand lifting Bob's prick. Her mouth opened and she sucked in the whole soft tool.
"No. Get away from me." Bob slung his hips to the side, pulling away from the mouth. "God damned whore."
"Be good and I'll make you real happy." Janet held his hips with her arms and started sucking again.
"Bitch!" Bob writhed, twisting to get away from her. She held him, her arms suddenly much stronger than they looked.
Janet slurped at the meat, rolling it all around with her tongue until it dripped with spit. "I want you hard." She licked at his rocks. "I want you to come. Come in my mouth."
Dan walked over, looking at the action. "Go ahead, Bob. She gives great head. Really one hell of a turn on."
"Get fucked, asshole." Bob kept trying to wrench away from her grasp. His dick, vanished into her mouth again, the tongue wiggling all over it. Her nose pressed into his crotch hairs and she bore down, sucking vigorously, cheeks dented from the effort. "Shit!" He arched up, tossing the woman away. "Just leave us alone. You had your fun. Let us go, damn it." He glared at Dan.
"We've just started to have fun, Bob," Dan said.
"You're going to go to jail for a hundred years. Both of you." Bob tried to get his arms free.
"For making it with a guy like you," Janet said, "that would be worth it. Really." She caressed his legs. "I want to get you all turned on so we can fuck and suck all night." She pulled his cock slowly.
"Bitch!"
"I want to see how big you are, how long your cock gets. How thick it is." She licked around the end of his rod.
Bob heaved up again to throw her off but she clung to him, arms around his waist. He thrashed again but she stuck to him, mouth plastered to his dick, hands down on his tail. He heaved again with no result. A fourth and fifth try failed to toss her away.
"That's it, Bob," Dan said. "Go at it, fuck her mouth. That looks great."
"Fuck off!" Bob slumped to the bench. Janet stayed with her blowjob. Her fingers kneaded his butt, gripping firmly into his cheeks. He tensed and tried one last heave, lifting clear of the bench with his hips. The woman hung on, still sucking and Bob fell back again. "God damn it."
"Just relax, Bob. Relax and enjoy it." Janet sucked at his nuts.
"Slimy dyke."
Janet held his balls up with her fingers and kissed down between his legs, licking toward his asshole.
"NO!" Bob tried to crush her head with his legs but she slipped away, pulling on his cock as she sat on the floor at his knees.
"Just relax and I'll get you all the way off. Make you come and come and come!" She kissed his leg.
"Dumb cunt!"
"You can fuck me if you want to, Bob. Put your big hard cock up my pussy and fuck all night." She pulled faster at his dick, fingers bunched near the end.
"No way in hell. Bitch!"
"How about we string him up? Let you really have a good shot at him." Dan stood and walked around behind Janet.
"Yeah. Nice idea." She kissed the dick before she stood.
"What the hell do you want now?"
"Just going to get you on your feet." Dan dug through the pile of gear. He picked up two shackles, large links of steel chain with leather lined cuffs at one end.
"Jesus Christ!" Bob stand at the manacles as the man came around and stood behind him. "You are really crazy."
"Just relax, Bob." Dan clamped one manacle to a wrist, leaving the long chain dragging on the floor. He clamped the other manacle to Bob's right wrist and picked up the chains.
With the chains in one hand, Dan climbed to the back of the bench and reached up. Above him dangled a potted ivy and he hauled it down, running the decorative rope through from the pulley set in an upright beam. He unhooked the plant, handed it to Janet and secured the chains to the hanging hook, making sure they were both securely held.
"What the fuck?" Bob looked up, his hands close together above his head.
Dan turned and unlaced the rope to the pulley from its bracket on the wall. He tugged firmly and the chains went taut, then putted more until Bob's arms were tightly stretched toward the slanting ceiling.
The cuffs bit into his wrists. The lifting pressure continued and Bob had to arch his tail from the bench to reduce the pain.
"He looks gorgeous." Janet licked her lips.
Dan tied off the rope and went around in front of Bob. "Relax. Take it easy, man." He crouched at the prisoner's legs.
"That hurts, damn it!" He flexed his fingers, trying to reduce the pressure.
"Don't worry." Dan clamped a chain to each ankle.
"Just what the hell are you after, anyway?"
"Sex. What everybody else is after. We just have the guts to go out and get what we want." Janet squatted and helped Dan finish securing the man's legs. Two lengths of chain ran across the floor. She shoved them back under the bench toward the wall.
"You're crazy. Both of you. Just plain nuts."
"You won't say that when you relax and go with it. Have some fun." Dan pulled the chains along the wall, looping them around steel bolts at the base of two beams. He pulled some of the slack in, then went back to the pulley rope.
"Let him get free of the bench," Janet said.
"Sure." She unwound the wire and let Bob flex his legs for a moment, moving out of range of any kick.
"Here we go." Dan jerked on the rope, hauling Bob to his feet, making him dance, toes just barely touching the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" Pain thudded from his arms and shoulders.
Janet shoved the bench aside and grabbed the leg chains, drawing them taut to hold Bob's legs apart. "Okay, Dan."
Dan eased the pressures on the ropes so Bob could stand easily, keeping the arms above his head. He tied off the rope. "He's all yours, Janet."
"Thanks." She walked slowly around Bob, admiring the man's muscular form. He stood, legs spread, hands together higher over his head. She went up behind Bob and ripped his shirt, tearing it up the back, then ripping off the sleeves one at a time, making the man completely naked.
"Nice!" She stroked his sides, butt and belly, moving around to run her hands over his chest.
Bob drew back from her touch. He found he could move few inches before the cuffs cut into his wrists.
"I want you, Bob," she said slowly. "I want your body." She slung her arms around his neck and hung there, tits pressed to his bare chest. Her legs lifted, wrapped around his hips and she crushed her cunt to his be fly. "I want you to get all turned on so we can have a lot of fun."
"Drop dead."
Janet jammed her crotch forward suddenly. She knocked the man off balance, forcing his arms to hold both their bodies.
"Oww!" The cuffs cut in deeply. Pain radiated from his arms into his chest.
Janet put her feet down and let the man stand on his own. "You see. I can make you do things, Bob. Just one little push and you get to dangle there." She shoved his hips again, making him take another dose of pain.
"God damn you! God damn you to hell!" He got his feet to the floor again, breathing deeply, commanding his arms to relax. The pain faded.
"Now will you be good?" Janet dropped to her knees before the chained man. She held his prick for a moment, looking closely at it before she started to suck.
Bob almost started to twist away, then remembered the pain and stood still while her hands crawled over his belly and around to his butt. He slowed his breathing and looked over at his wife. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yes. It's not bad. But I don't want them to hurt you."
"It's okay. It's not much." He looked at her firmly bound figure. "We'll get out of this. And I promise you I'll kill both of these bastards. Both of them."
"That'll be a good trick." Dan walked over and looked at Linda. "You see him, honey? Your big, strong husband? All tied up with chains. Look at him. And look at Janet going at his wang. Take a good look. You might learn something about giving head." He crouched and touched her pussy.
"Keep your rotten hands off her!" Bob shouted.
"It's my prick you should worry about, Bob, not my hands." One finger went deeply up Linda's snatch.
"No," she moaned.
"Come on, Bob," Janet said. "Just relax and try to have some fun. You'll like it." Her hands played with his dick and rocks. "I bet you'll like it a lot."
"Just let us go. Now."
"When we're ready and not before." Dan moved away from Linda.
Janet looked at the guy's tool. It was a little bigger, but not enough to matter. "I guess I'll really have to go to work on you." She stood up, her tits touching his chest.
"No use, honey."
"Just you wait!" She turned and went to the storage room.
"You should cooperate, Bob." Dan sat on a thick pillow just a few feet from the man. "This is going to be fun." He massaged his dick slowly with his hand.
Janet came back to the living room. Her hand held a stout oak rod. A bolt held nine thin rawhide thongs, each tipped with a small steel ball. She took three steps toward Bob and slashed the air with the whip.
"Christ!" Bob gasped at the whip.
Janet walked over to Dan. "Turn me on." She spread her legs and shoved her cunt toward the man.
Dan curled one hand around her tail and stuck out his tongue, moving in to lick her snatch. His hands climbed up her torso and fondled her tits. As he pressed into her crotch he pinched at her nipples.
Janet turned, looking at Bob, holding the whip high as Dan aroused her passions with his tongue and fingers. Her nipples became firm and lust flowed again from her twat.
Dan's prick stiffened and he kissed firmly at the pussy, tongue flickering all over the clit until it pulsed and dripped with his saliva.
Janet waited until the lust boiled inside her.
"Now!" She stepped toward Bob. "I want you!" The whip snapped toward his chest.
"Ouch!" Bob flinched back. Pain, danced down his anus. The whip bit in high on his body, bright points of pain, pinpricks of blood showing where the steel balls hit. He tried to get to his feet but another blow snaked around his side, the leather biting into the flesh, stinging sharply, the points leaving red dots behind. He hung on the chains, gasping for air.
"Now!" A third blow, low, the lashes creasing into his as. Bright red dots appeared on both checks.
Janet held the whip high, her tits rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
"Stop, stop," Linda cried. "Don't. Don't hurt him. Me. Take me. Please don't hurt him."
"Shut up, Linda. I'm okay?" Bob got to his feet.
"I want you," Janet said slowly.
"Never," Bob hissed the word.
Janet brought the whip down full force, striking across his chest and belly. Long red strings appeared where the lashes struck.
"Shit!" Bob gasped as the agony rammed through his muscles.
"I want you!" She stood just inches from him. Her tongue crept out and she licked a drop of blood from his body.
"Oh, God." Bob dropped his head.
"Kiss me," she whispered, lifting his chin.
"Jesus," Bob sighed. Her lips touched his and he held very still. Her tongue probed for his lips, squeezing through to touch his teeth.
"Kiss me." She drew the words out into a long sigh. Her arms circled him and she let him feel her body, all of it flowing to him. "I want you, Bob. Your cock." She cupped his organs in her hand.
The pain from the whip faded and he could breathe regularly. He knew she would slash at him whenever she wanted, whenever he failed to… to perform for her. He knew he had no choice.
Bob closed his eyes and let his mouth open. "Okay," He whispered.
"Yes!" Janet's triumphant voice filled the room. "Yes!" She dropped the whip, took his head in both hands and began a new kiss, drawing him to her, plunging in with her tongue.
Bob held still while the woman wiggled against him. He felt her mouth suck at him and advanced his tongue, moving it mechanically into her mouth. Her hands were all over him, arms and hands caressing wherever they could reach, back, butt, cock, balls.
Her fingers pumped at his dick. It began to stir, just a whiff of thickness moving into the shaft. Bob felt it and tried to think of other things, anything but sex. But her fingers worked skillfully, her tongue licked and kissed and her tits slid on his body. The dick kept growing.
Bob surrendered to his body. Maybe, just maybe if he gave her what she wanted they would turn them loose. The cock got bigger, pulsing now, thickening all along the tool.
"Yes, yes." Janet twisted her crotch against the rising rod. "Yes. That's better."
Bob closed his eyes and hoped it would all be over soon.
Janet stepped back a pace and looked at the man. Drops of blood glimmered darkly on his chest. His tool curved thickly over his balls, slowly becoming harder. Her lust picked up a notch and she dropped to her knees.
Janet's hands spread over Bob's strong thighs and she felt the power of his muscles for a moment before she started to suck his cock. Desire deepened and she took the swelling meat into her throat. Her hands massaged up past the hips onto the flat belly, crawling to the chest as she licked at the tool.
Bob looked at the floor, the walls, at anything but the other people. He felt the full stiffness of his cock. And he felt a stir of pleasure in his balls a small moment, but he knew there would be more. The corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of Linda and he shut his eyes. A flash of enjoyment stung from his crotch.
"Oh." Janet sat back, staring at the hard-on. "You're big. Huge." She ran her hands along the shaft. "Linda, look. Look at your husband!" She stood up. "I got him nice and hard. And now I'm going to get him off."
Linda glanced over for a moment, long enough to see her husband's erection. She turned her head and closed her eyes.
"Beautiful, beautiful cock!" Linda held the rod with her hand and pressed her snatch to it, guiding the tool to her clit, sliding the dick around until her cunt boiled and her clit pounded with lust.
Bob stood still, trying not to enjoy the experience. But the feel of her moving fingers, the cunt on his cock, her tits pressed to his chest got to him. A brush of desire passed out of his crotch.
"Yes." Janet pushed her hips ahead, taking some of his prick into her cunt. "Oh. Yes." Lust soared instantly when she felt the hard rod in her warm flesh. She wiggled closer, moving most of the dick into her box.
"Fuck me." She clung to him, hips moving slowly, caressing his prick with the slow movements of the muscles in her pussy.
"I can't. Not with these fucking chains."
"Try." She squeezed his dick, leaning into him. "Fuck my cunt." Her lust kept getting hotter. Juice seeped from her snatch and spread along the inside of her thighs. Rocking back and forth, she brought herself almost to climax. "Kiss me." She hugged him, pasting her mouth to his, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Her legs lifted, curled around him and she hung there, his cock stuck way up her snatch.
Bob slowly began to move, curling his hips back, sliding a couple inches of hard rod back and forth in her sweet pussy. Pressure built in his crotch, sexual need growing, the friction of her slick tunnel along his organ raising his lust. His hips took on a life of their own, moving automatically, driving faster into the woman.
"Ohhhhh. Yes. Like that. Fuck me. Bob. So big. Big cock. All hard. Hard!" She crushed her tits to him, sweating with passion. Her legs locked around his torso and the heat steamed in her cunt.
Bob shaved faster. He wanted to came, wanted to get it over with. Just come and then she would stop. Maybe turn him loose so they could go away.
Bob clenched his teeth and rammed, driving steadily. He leaned back, enduring the pain that swept through his arms and stroked up, feet braced, wide apart, his balls swinging as he fucked.
"YES!" Janet yelped as the man really began to screw. Her passions thrashed along her nerves. "OH. OH GOD!" Her clit turned to molten fire. She clung to the man, swaying with him as they both lurched into climax.
Bob fell back, agony in his shoulders, holding the woman, screwing desperately, the pleasure strained from his balls. His body flexed, legs like steel girders. He forced himself to come, hammered at the twat, sudden blind fury ripping from him as he shot a batch of cum into the cunt.
"OOOOOHHHHH!!!!" Janet tore at his body, arms like whips, thrashing as she got off, lust devouring her, the powering of his body surging into her, his hard cock pounding her into the full savagery of sexual pleasure.
Bob grunted as the last of his jism sped out. He went slack on the chains, gulping air desperately.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, Bob! Bob!" Janet kissed him frantically, sliding from his dick. "I knew you were going to be great. Just knew it." She helped him get to his feet.
"Let me go now. You got what you wanted."
"I sure did." She caressed his damp prick. "God damn. You are sure good."
"Take off the fucking chains. Do it, Janet." Bob looked right into her eyes. "I got you off. Now let us go."
"Not yet." Dan stood up. His cock was mostly erect. He stroked it as he walked. "I don't know about you, Bob, but once just isn't enough to satisfy me." He went toward Linda. "Hell, I'm just getting started."