Fay struggled to pull free of her bonds as Leah approached her with the gag. Leah attempted to force the gag between Fay's lips, but Fay twisted her head and pressed her lips together. Roger assisted Leah by holding Fay's hair. When Leah still could not get the gag into Fay's mouth, Roger pinched Fay's nose closed and they simply waited until Fay was forced to open her mouth to breathe. Then Leah stuffed the ball gag between Fay's teeth. Roger lifted Fay's head and Leah strapped the gag in place.
Fear raced like a siren through Fay's insides as Leah finished buckling the head harness behind Fay's neck. Roger let her head fall back. Leah walked from the room. While Leah was gone, Roger smiled at Fay's pathetic struggles to free herself from the bonds around her wrists and ankles. Roger stroked his cock as he watched Fay's useless struggling. He smiled at the fear showing through her eyes.
"It's not going to do you any good to struggle. You can't get loose."
As Roger's huge cock again lifted itself into an iron-hard erection, Fay screamed and cried into her gag. What were they going to do to her? She couldn't believe they were actually holding her prisoner. Didn't they know what they were doing was literally rape? She could get them in trouble with the police. And then Fay remembered the snapshots Leah had taken upstairs and she began to understand why they had been taken. It wasn't to give her something to remember the night by. They would use the pictures as a threat to keep her from complaining to the police.
Fay knew she would do anything to keep pictures like that from being shown to anyone. She shivered fearfully at the thought of thousands of the pictures being dropped over her hometown from an airplane. She knew she was being paranoid, but shame and humiliation washed over her at the fantasy.
Leah returned pulling a small, wheeled cart loaded with camera equipment. Roger helped Leah set, up the tripods and lights. Fay struggled with renewed fear as she realized the snapshots were only a preliminary to the horrible pictures they were contemplating now. As Leah plugged in the strong lights and positioned them over Fay's helpless body, Roger adjusted the camera. Fay squinted her eyes against the blinding lights.
Leah pulled one of the straight-back chairs near the camera and sat down naked, her legs crossed.
"Okay, Roger, you're on."
Roger smiled, his cock standing out from his body like a lance, ominous and threatening. He picked up a whip from the collection against the wall. The whip was about four feet long and made from soft black leather.
"You're going to be in the movies now," Roger said to Fay. "We're prepared to give you a real break in life. If you do a good job of pretending you don't like being whipped, we'll try to get you a job in Hollywood." He laughed at his joke.
Fay struggled harder against her bonds. She felt the straps cutting into her wrists and ankles, but she couldn't stop struggling despite knowing she could not pull free. Fay screamed at them through her gag, but they only laughed at her muffled cry. Leah turned on the camera and nodded to Roger to begin whatever evil thing they had planned.
Roger drew back the whip and lashed it at Fay's helpless body. The leather kissed against Fay's defenseless breasts, leaving a stinging red line that cut across both nipples. Fay cringed and screamed into her gag. Roger drew the whip back again. Crack! The leather lashed her breasts from the other direction. Again Fay jerked against her bonds. Crack! Crack! Crack! Roger began beating a tattoo of vicious lashes against Fay's legs, stomach and breasts.
Fay felt the stinging lashes cutting into her tender flesh like knives. Roger continue raining lash after lash down on her body, whipping and torturing her until her smooth skin was criss-crossed with red lines. Fay's body quivered and writhed under the lash. The whip caused Fay to strain and jerk, arching and bucking her body, until the water bed tossed and rolled her about as though she were being tossed about in an ocean storm.
"How does it feel?" Leah asked, her voice teasing and taunting. "Does it feel like the finer things in life?"
Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip kissed Fay's nipples into feverish excitement. Fay felt the lashes stinging her flesh and arousing her body in a perverse display of deviate lust. She could not believe the way she was responding to the sadistic beating. Instead of pure pain, Fay felt an arousal growing in her body like a smoldering fire, building and growing hotter and hotter with each merciless lash.
Again and again, Roger savagely lashed the black leather against Fay's helpless flesh. Crack! Crack! The front of Fay's body was entirely criss-crossed with red lines. Fay's breasts felt like they were on fire. Yet despite the sadistic torture, Fay's arousal continued building. Fay hated herself for the way she responded to the beating. What kind of a perverted masochist was she?
Each lash brought her to a more aroused state. Instead of screams of protest, Fay began moaning with passion instead of pain. Crack! Crack! Fay felt her cunt quivering and throbbing with deviate lust. The camera whined continuously as Roger lashed the whip against Fay's flesh.
Leah directed from her chair. "That's it, Roger. Keep beating her. Make her squirm and scream. Get a tortured expression on her face."
Leah leaned back in her chair, her hands toying with her own pussy, stretching and spreading her cunt-lips to expose her pink, wet center to her stroking fingers.
As her body was tortured and beaten with the lash, Fay watched Leah masturbating. The perverse sight also added to the inflamed passion surging through Fay's veins. As Roger flayed the whip over Fay's flesh, his cock throbbed between his legs, his balls swinging against his thighs each time he lashed Fay's body.
Finally Roger dropped the whip and untied Fay's legs. Leaving her wrists tied to the head of the bed, Roger drew Fay's legs up until he could reach the straps to the tops of the canopy posts. Fay was hauled upside down, her body now spread-eagled to the two posts at the head of the bed. The camera filmed the whole procedure. Fay's back now faced the camera, her buttocks and cunt naked and defenseless against the whip.
As the camera recorded Fay's humiliation and torture, Roger continued, whipping Fay's body, this time lashing her ass-cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Fay felt the whip stinging against her skin like hot wires. Fire spread out from each bite of the whip until her entire body seemed consumed with flame.
Since Roger whipped Fay from behind, she could no longer see when the lashes were coming. Each stroke caught her by surprise and caused her to jerk spastically each time the leather bit into her flesh. Yet her arousal continued to build, growing more and more savage and perverse with each cruel blow.
When Roger next stopped whipping Fay's body, a new method of torture was employed. The camera, continued filming as Roger again got in the picture and tied a candle to the top of the canopy so it dangled about two feet above Fay's exposed crotch. The candle was about one inch thick and eight inches long. Suspended above Fay's pussy by leather, the candle was tied so the wick was at the bottom. Roger lit the candle. The small flame licked upwards and began to melt the wax.
Fay screamed and writhed, her whole body coiling and twisting as the first drop of hot wax dropped onto her gaping cunt. The second drop landed on the same place. Roger pushed the candle gently so that it swung in a small arc from side to side. Wax began dripping faster and faster as the candle melted, causing hot drops to fall on the insides of Fay's thighs and pussy as the candle swung from side to side.
The burning drops of wax tortured Fay's tender flesh and caused her body to burn with perverse lust. No matter how hard Fay struggled to dodge the constant drops of wax, she could not avoid them. The punishment went on and on as the candle continued melting and torturing Fay's thighs and cunt.
Roger stood at the head of the bed so his cock and balls were even with Fay's hanging breasts. As pain burned erotically through Fay's body, Roger began slapping his cock against Fay's breasts. Twisting his hips back and forth to let his prick hit the sides of Fay's boobs. She felt his erection stimulating her nipples and driving her wild with humiliation and shame.
Leah never got in the scene. She stayed in her chair by the camera, masturbating and giving Roger encouragement and directions. "Stuff another candle in her pussy and light it, Roger."
Roger was quick to obey. Using an identical candle to the one swinging from side to side and dripping hot wax on her thighs and cunt, Roger stabbed the base of the candle deeply into Fay's tortured cunt. Roger lit the wick. It took only a moment for enough wax to melt and drip down the side to bum into Fay's tender pink flesh. Fay screamed. Another drop dripped onto the other side of her pussy, burning hotly against the inside of her right inner cunt-lip. Soon Fay's entire slit was being splattered with drops of burning wax.
Fay jerked and twisted spastically each time a new drop of wax scorched her flesh. But even that didn't satisfy them, and a third candle was rammed between her ass-cheeks and wedged deeply into her asshole. The third candle was lit and began dripping hot wax into the crack of her ass.
Fay had never been so passionately aroused in her life. The more painful and humiliating the torture, the more aroused Fay became. She felt like she would pass out with the intensity of her torture and arousal. Roger resumed tantalizing Fay's breasts with his cock as her body twisted and coiled like a tortured snake.
Using the first finger and thumb of each hand, Roger pinched and twisted Fay's nipples, pulling and stretching her large breasts so his cock was buried in her deep cleavage and his balls slapped against her neck and chin each time he ground his hips forward. Never had Fay been so perversely humiliated.
Fay's torture continued until Roger suddenly began spasming and squirting cum into Fay's cleavage. As soon as the first spurt of semen burned into her breasts, Fay's orgasm ripped up from her body with the force and violence of an erupting volcano. Passion unleashed itself in her flesh with such intensity that Fay felt herself blacking out as release washed over her.
The camera missed nothing as Fay and Roger thrashed wildly in orgasm. Roger screamed curses as his cock spit his viscous fluid onto Fay's breasts. Fay felt the hot cum dripping from her breasts onto her neck and face. Violent contractions convulsed through her body. Wax burned and tortured ever-tender spots of Fay's flesh.
Behind her, Fay heard Leah gasping and moaning and Fay knew that Leah, too, had reached a climax from the visual stimulation of the deviate sexual scene being played in front of her.
Fay's orgasm seemed to grow in intensity and spread hotter and hotter through her body. Even after Roger's cock emptied itself of its fresh load of cum, Fay continued to writhe and twist in convulsive spasms. As long as the candies continued dripping hot wax and torturing her flesh beyond endurance, Fay's orgasm continued.
Spasm after spasm, convulsion after convulsion, Fay screamed into her gag and writhed in erotic torture in front of the camera. Only after Roger blew out the candles and pulled them from her pussy and asshole did Fay's climax began to subside. Roger slid slowly to the floor and stretched out on his back in complete exhaustion. Behind her, Leah turned off the camera.
No one said anything. Fay was left spread-eagled upside down while Roger and Leah rested. Tears of frustration and shame filled Fay's eyes. She felt dirty and perverted. Why did she respond to their torture and humiliation as though she actually liked it?
Hard drops of cooled wax covered Fay's body. Now, surely, they would untie her and let her go. But when Roger at last stood up and untied her ankles, he lowered her back to the bed and retied her ankles to the bottom posts, leaving her spread-eagled and as helpless as she had been at the beginning.
Without so much as a single comment to Fay, Roger and Leah left the room. Fay lay helpless on her back, each movement of her body causing the waterbed to slosh her up and down. A moment later, Roger returned with a large rubber sheet. He spread the cover and worked it under Fay's body so the rubber sheet completely covered the bed. Still without saying anything to Fay, he turned and left the room.
So her torture wasn't over yet. Fay shivered and felt her heart racing in fear. How had she gotten into this? She began to wonder if she would ever be set free. Horrible fantasies of them chopping her up in little pieces and burying her in the garden began to flit through her mind. Fay waited for something to happen, but neither of them returned. She pulled and tugged at the straps around her wrists and ankles, but she was bound too securely to get loose. When at last Leah and Roger returned, they were not alone.
Dressed in the same business suit he had worn that day at the club, Fay's boss, Mr. Capatosto, strolled in casually and looked down at her.