Jerry left to go to the Congressman's mansion, leaving Doris tied up in the shabby wooden building. He had checked the knots on the ropes that bound her wrists to the legs of the couch, and they were tight! There was no way for her to escape. Even so, she twisted and turned, trying to figure out same way to loosen her bonds. It was impossible. The pain that racked her body soon became too much for her to bear. Nature took its course – and Doris blacked out.
The wretched teen-age girl was still unconscious when a man and a young woman, entered the shabby wooden building.
"Is this the bitch?" the woman asked, a snide tone in her voice.
Doris awakened, but she kept her eyes partially closed – just open wide enough to look at the two people who had entered. They were glowering at her – smug, self-important expressions pasted to their young faces.
"Yeah, Uncle Barth said to pick her up out here. Obviously, sister, this is the bitch. Doris is her name. That's what Uncle Barth said, anyway."
"Christ!" the girl said. "Uncle Barth sure gave us a tough job to do this time. You know, we could get in real trouble doing this."
"Don't sweat it, Sis," the young man said. "The private jet is waiting at a small airport not far from here. The pilot's cool. Listen, Suzanne. If you want to chicken out, it's all right with me. I can take care of the little bitch all by myself, if I have to. Nobody says you have to come along."
"Nothing doing, Samuel. I want to go along. This is liable to be fun. We're gonna have total control over the bitch. Aren't we?" the young woman asked.
"You bet your sweet ass, Sis. We can use her in any way we want – all the way to Mexico! Then, we're supposed to take her to Uncle Barth's secluded country estate outside of Culiacan, where she'll be trained as a house servant. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of fun with the cunt. But I have strict orders not to let you get too tough with the little slut. Understand?"
"Yeah, all right. I understand," the young woman replied, pouting with apparent frustration. Doris detected a glint of evil in the woman's eyes.
Doris took a long look at the young couple. She realized that the man, Samuel, was Congressman Barth's nephew. He wore jeans and an open collared shirt. His chest had dark black hair coveting it, and his arms were muscular. The woman was obviously Samuel's sister – his younger sister. She struck a stunning figure, with a haughty and somewhat nasty disposition. She was obviously accustomed to luxury and, like her brother, to leading a very privileged life.
The girl's tits were big and firm, thrusting upward and showing a deep cleavage through the thin, filmy silk blouse that she wore loosely. She had a taut, curvaceous ass and a tiny waist that accentuated her luscious, sexy figure.
Samuel bent down and untied the knots of the ropes which bound Doris chafed wrists to the legs of the couch. Doris continued to pretend that she was out cold.
"Time to wake the little cunt up," Samuel snorted gruffly.
Suzanne needed no further cue. She sauntered forward and lifted her foot up high, bringing her high heel down hard on Doris' tender tit. Doris flinched in pain as the woman ground the heel of her shoe into her nipple, laughing sadistically.
"Wake up, stupid!" the woman shouted cruelly. "Wake up and meet your masters."
"Back off, Sis!" Samuel hissed. "There's plenty of time for that stuff later." He lifted Doris up off the floor. She immediately fell back down, rubbing her sore and chafed wrists, trying to regain her strength.
"Get the fuck up!" Suzanne commanded in a harsh and shrill voice. She kicked Doris in her ass, digging the tip of her pointed shoe into the young girl's soft flesh.
Doris hastened to obey, rising unsteadily on her shaking legs. She stared long and hard at her tormentors, frightened at the manner in which they were abusing her. She wasn't sure what they were up to, but she knew damn well, that whatever it was, it was no good.
"Where are you going to take me?" she asked weakly.
"To Mexico, bitch!" Suzanne rasped. "You're gonna go with us. You're lucky. You're gonna go first-class, in my Uncle Barth's specially equipped jet. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of the flight. Ha! Ha!"
"Put this dress on. Right now!" Samuel instructed. "The plane's waiting for us."
Doris put on the flimsy cotton dress that Samuel flung at her. She was led out the door and into a waiting limousine. She was forced to stretch out on the floor, under the feet of Samuel and Suzanne. During the drive to the airplane, Suzanne kept grinding her heels into Doris' back, digging painfully into the girl's tender flesh. Doris was stiff and racked with pain, her poor back aching terribly from the tips of the sharp heels. She was very happy when they reached the small jet plane. They pushed her in, and before long they were airborne – heading for Mexico.
The jet plane was small, but it was strangely decorated. A big, wooden box stood in the corner and there was a post affixed to the floor. It had a ring attached to it. Samuel opened the wooden box and pulled out a thin leather strap. He casually walked toward Doris and grabbed her under her arms, flinging her toward the steel pole. Before she knew what was happening, Samuel had tied her up.
"This," Samuel said, by way of explanation, "is a whipping post." He gestured to his sister, who stepped toward the wooden box. She reached inside and pulled out a horrible looking whip. The whip was dark black, with a thick leather handle and nine thin leather tendrils dangling down in front. Suzanne stroked the whip lovingly, running the tendrils through her fingers and glowering at the helplessly bound blonde girl. Suzanne smiled lewdly, licking her lips in anticipation as she fondled the whip. "Shall we start with the cat?" she asked her brother.
"I'll start with the cat, Sis!" Samuel said coolly. "You shut up and stay put. You're not getting your nasty hands on the bitch until I'm finished getting my kicks." He ripped the whip out of Suzanne's hands and stood above Doris, menacingly, his legs stretched far apart. "I haven't had a chance to whip a young cunt in a long time. I've been looking forward to a chance like this. I'm sure Uncle Barth wouldn't mind if I worked her over a bit. I won't damage his house servant too badly!"
Doris stared up at the man wide-eyed, her heart racing with fear. "What are you talking about? What's a cat?"
Suzanne and Samuel exchanged knowing glances and shook their heads laughing at the naive young girl who was tied to the whipping post. "A cat-of-nine-tails," Samuel said, smirking. "A cat-of-nine-tails is a whip, a whip that was used in medieval days to torture people. I'm going to use it to torture you!"
"But, why? I didn't do anything! Why would you want to torture me?" she asked in a thin and quivering voice. Her voice was a mere whine, barely audible. She couldn't understand what was happening. She had done nothing to anger Samuel. Why in the world would he want to harm her? It made no sense at all!
"Because I feel like it," he answered matter-of-factly. "I feel like hurting you. I feel like beating you. In fact, I think I'll whip that dress off of your body!"
"Nooooo!" she shrieked.
But, her cries of protest went unheeded. He threw his arm back and whipped the cat-of-nine-tails through the air. The whip made a sickening, whistling noise as it cut through the air and sliced across her tits, biting into her flesh!
"Owwwwww!" she wailed as she felt nine leather tendrils slashing across her flesh-cutting through the thin cotton fabric of her dress! The flimsy material tore away when the whip struck, leaving her tits totally exposed. Her nipples puckered and stiffened, pointing skyward, her areolas covered with goosebumps. "Good God! That hurts!" she shrieked.
"No shit, bitch!" Suzanne interjected, getting into a comfortable position from which to view the brutal whipping. "It's supposed to hurt, you fucking fool! My brother doesn't fuck around when he has a little cunt at his mercy."
Samuel leered at Doris and reared back. Again, he slashed the whip across the young girl's body, this time striking her ripe cunt-mound. Her pussy ached as the whip cut into her like nine steel claws raking across her tender flesh.
"Owwwwww! Aaaaiiieeee!" she cried. Tears streamed down her face as she tried her best to endure the horrible pain which rushed through her tortured cunt and tits. Again, Samuel flailed her cunt.
By the time he had flogged her a sixth time, she was bare-assed naked, with not a stitch of clothing covering her ripe, young body. She flinched and winced in pain, but Samuel didn't seem to care in she slightest. He didn't give a damn about her discomfort. In fact, she could tell by looking at the bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans that Samuel was actually getting turned on by whipping her. He was enjoying flogging her, getting some sort of kick out of abusing the helpless young girl. She writhed about, tightly secured to the whipping post.
He flung the whip aside. Suzanne bent down to pick it up but Samuel anticipated what was on his sister's mind. "Not now, Sis," he said. "I've got other things planned for the little cunt."
"What's that?" she asked, pouting and disappointed that she would not be able to whip Doris herself. She was obviously looking forward to her chance to torture and abuse the helpless young girl.
Doris waited, nervously for the young man's answer. What was he planning to do to her next? Whatever it was, she knew that it would be painful.
Samuel glowered at Doris, savoring his power over the tormented young beauty. He slipped his hands between his thighs and stroked his balls beneath his heavy jeans. His big prick lurched beneath his pants, causing the bulge in his crotch to get bigger.
"Yeah!" he said nastily. "Whipping the little cunt seems to have gotten me all excited. I'd swear I can feel my cock getting nice and big and hard. What do you think about that, Sis?"
"I think maybe you ought to have Doris take care of you, Samuel," the haughty brunette bitch replied, casting a cold look in Doris' direction. "I think you should make the little slut suck your cock. In fact, I'd like to see that. Make our new servant give you a blow-job. That would be fun to watch."
Suzanne's face was beaming with youthful exuberance and excitement. She rose from her seat and walked toward the wooden box, reaching inside and pulling out a vibrator that was shaped like a long, thin prick. Then, she returned to her seat and pulled her skirt up high, revealing a sexy pair of red silk crotchless panties, through which her brown, cunt-hair showed. The brunette bitch spread her legs far apart, draping her lovely, lithe limbs over the arms of the seat. Licking her lips lasciviously, she slowly brought the vibrator down between her creamy thighs until the tip rubbed up against her pink cunt-lips.
"I think I'll jerk myself off while I watch you fuck the cunt's pouty little mouth, Samuel. That'll keep me nice and busy until you're finished with her?"
"You do that, Sis," Samuel said, nodding in agreement. He turned back toward Doris, pulling down his tight jeans. "I think I'll make her suck my cock for starters. You'd like to lick my big prick, wouldn't you Doris?"
"No, I wouldn't like it!" she blurted in response, shuddering with humiliation and fear. She stared past Samuel, looking straight at Suzanne, amazed that the haughty rich bitch could behave in such a lurid and obscene manner. Suzanne was actually rubbing the vibrator across her pink cunt-lips, in full view of her brother and Doris. She didn't seem the slightest bit ashamed or embarrassed! Doris watched closely as she saw glistening cunt-juice dripping down Suzanne's creamy thighs. The woman was getting turned on by the vibrator. She pressed a button, and the cock-like instrument sprang to life. Suzanne swooned lustfully. The vibrator massaged her pussy-lips, causing more cunt-nectar to leak out of her hot cunt. She seemed totally at ease, pleased with herself, a look of lust pasted to her lovely features.
"Give it to her, Samuel! Unngggghhhh!" Suzanne panted. "Make the little whore suck your cock while I watch! This is gonna be fun!"
Samuel was watching his sister work the vibrator between the slick, juicy folds of her pussy. He seemed to have a look of sincere admiration on his face. Samuel was getting aroused watching his sister dildo-fuck herself. He turned abruptly back to Doris, gripped his prick in his fist, and began to pump his cock-shaft rapidly. His cock throbbed to life in his pumping fist, filling with red-hot blood that coursed through the rope-like veins which ran along the length of his thick, throbbing prick. His cock lurched upward, the rubbery cock-knob turning a purplish hue as it filled with blood.
"Okay, bitch!" he snorted. "Here's my cock. Lick it!"
Doris cried and turned her head to the side. She was quaking with fear as the man towered over her, stroking his prick, jerking oft.
"Lick it, I said! Lick my cock, you slut!" he commanded harshly.
His tone of voice was bitter and demanding. Before she even had a chance to obey his lewd command, he reached out and grabbed her bare tit in his hand, twisting her tender tit-flesh and squeezing down on her nipple. She jerked about in pain and horror as her tit began to ache from the abuse.
"I said lick my cock, you asshole!" he bellowed coarsely. "Lick my prick or I'll twist your tit off and stuff it down your throat!" Pulling her tit upward, he forced her face into contact with the very tip of his cock. Her lips brushed across his cock-knob. She tried to jerk away. But it was impossible. If she tried to move away, he only griped her tit tighter, making the pain even more intense. She knew that the only way to get any relief from the agony which she felt was to obey his command and lick his cock. Feeling great disdain for the brutal young man, she reluctantly slipped her tongue out of her mouth and raked it across his cock-shaft.
"Unnnn! Yeah, that feels nice!" Samuel gasped. He breathed deeply and flexed the muscles in his hips. His prick lurched forward and upward, his cock-knob pointing skyward. Blood raced through a big, blue vein that ran beneath his cock-stalk. "Keep it up, bitch! Keep licking my cock! Follow my instructions and I won't hurt you!"
Doris obeyed, licking and lapping at his cockshaft, running her wet and raspy tongue along the bottom. He moaned and straddled her upturned face, planting his feet wide apart on the floor of the airplane, steadying himself as she licked at his lurching cock-shaft.
Doris was so ashamed and disgusted. She despised Samuel. He was such a rude and sadistic young man, just like his uncle, Congressman Barth. Being forced to lick this man's prick was a horrible fate. It was as though she were living through a dreadful nightmare!
"Mmmmmm, this is fun," purred Suzanne as she tensed the muscles in her thighs and gripped the vibrator in her tight, wet pussy. "I love watching you dominate the little slut, Samuel."
Doris glanced past Samuel's throbbing cock and peered at Suzanne, who was relishing the brutal and perverted treatment that Doris was receiving. The battery-operated vibrator, made a barely audible purring sound as Suzanne pressed it into her pussy. She was moving about in the seat, writhing in sexual pleasure, savoring the wonderful, thrilling sensations that pulsed through her cunt. It was obvious that Suzanne was getting hot and horny watching her brother taunt Doris with his raging cock.
She was an evil bitch, Doris thought remorsefully.
In some ways, Doris felt that Suzanne was even nastier than her brother. The haughty brunette bitch seemed to have no inhibitions, acting in a lewd and licentious manner in front of her brother Samuel. Suzanne was just as perverted as her brother, if not more so!
"Just keep up the good work, Doris," Samuel said. "Now, do as I say. I want you to open your little mouth nice and wide."
"Yeah," Suzanne interjected. "Get ready for my brother's big surprise." She laughed sadistically ass she increased the motions of the vibrator which sliced deep into her cunt. "Mmmmmmm, yeah! This is great! I love it!"
Doris opened her mouth wide and Samuel slid his stiff, hard prick between her full lips, pressing his rigid cock down on her tongue. His cock throbbed mightily in the girl's mouth. She kept her tongue still, at first refusing to lap and suck.
It didn't take long for Samuel to respond in anger. "Suck my cock, you bitch! Suck it deep into your fucking mouth, you slut!" His tone of voice was harsh and nasty. He meant business, that was certain. His balls became constricted in the tight leathery ball-sac that hung down below the girl's chin.
Doris accepted her grim fate and tentatively sucked his prick between her full lips. His prick quivered as Samuel instinctively responded to her hot, wet mouth. His cock inched its way deep into her throat. She gasped quickly to take in a breath of air. Then she went about her vile task, unwillingly but anxiously, knowing full well that he would torture her badly if she failed to give him a good blow-job.
Samuel groaned with obscene sexual joy. He had every intention of getting his rocks off right in Doris' sucking mouth. Her lips slurped at the tip of his lengthy prick. He gasped with crude sexual delight, savoring his power over the helpless and tormented young girl. Samuel felt no embarrassment or shame, only lust and depraved power. He loved face-fucking Doris. It made him feel terrific! He reveled in perverse glory as he tightened his muscles and slammed his prick forward, impaling her mouth on his stiff prick.
The evil brunette bitch was impressed with the manner in which her brother was dominating Doris. She was reeling with sexual delight. Her legs splayed lasciviously over the arms of her seat. She shamelessly dildo-fucked her pussy with the vibrator, sluicing the hard, plastic prick in and out of her cunt. She purposely, slid the vibrator over her erect and spasming clit with every stroke. Her cunt was hot and slippery with pussy-nectar.
Doris looked past Samuel's cock and peered with awe at Suzanne. It was obscene, she thought, as she watched with fascination, seeing the plastic vibrator pump deep into Suzanne's brown thatched cunt. The teen-age girl wondered how Suzanne could behave in such an unrestrained and decadent manner. What sort of woman was the brunette bitch?
"Keep sucking my cock!" Samuel bellowed, pumping his hips forward so that his prick plunged deeper into her wet mouth. "This feels great! You are a pretty good cocksucker, Doris! Haw! Haw! Let's see if you've got a nice deep throat!"
He reared back and slammed his prick into her mouth, choking her as his cock-knob burrowed deep into her mouth and down her throat. His prick-tip banged hard into the walls and linings of her throat, suffocating the tormented young girl.
Doris coughed and spit out Samuel's prick, saliva dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She couldn't help it, and she hastened to tell him so. "Please! It wasn't my fault! My… my mouth isn't that big!"
"Tough shit!" he hollered. He slapped her hard across the face. Her face flushed with fear, turning crimson.
"It… it isn't fair!" she protested. "Your cock was choking me! I'm doing my best! It just isn't fair!"
"Who said I was a fair person?" Samuel said, his cock wagging in front of him.
"Life isn't fair, honey. Didn't you know that?" Suzanne moaned, slicing the vibrator between the folds of her glistening pussy. The woman looked like she was about ready to reach a climax. Her dark brown eyes were half-closed and the muscles in her creamy thighs flexed as the plastic prick slid deep into her hot cunt. Her eyelids fluttered. When Doris looked closely at the evil brunette bitch, she saw gleaming cunt-juice dripping out of Suzanne's pussy and puddling into the leather seat on which she sat, her lovely asscheeks taut with tension.
"Get back to work, and this time don't you dare choke on my cock!" Samuel demanded hoarsely. "I don't want to hear anymore complaints or excuses out of you."
His ass-cheeks tightened, forming muscular, hollow pockets in his firm flesh. He slammed forward with a powerful cock-thrust into her open and waiting mouth, ramming into her like a jackhammer, splitting her lips apart brutally. His prick throbbed mightily and Samuel seemed like a man possessed – possessed with the obscene desire to satiate his sexual demands by pumping his steelhard prick into her sucking mouth!
She gasped and bent to the vile task of sucking Samuel's prick as it blasted its way into her mouth. His prick seemed even bigger and thicker than before. The veins on his cock-stalk rippled with fresh blood. His cock-knob probed and prodded into her mouth, banging against the linings of her throat as she did her best to keep from choking and gagging. Doris was exhausted, her knees weak, her legs quivering – her tortured and abused mouth aching from his pounding cock-knob!
Suddenly, he reared back and slammed really hard into her mouth. He came, jism spurting out of his cock-slit and shooting into her mouth.
"Swallow my cum, whore!" he shouted. "Swallow every drop of my cum!"
His load of cum was splashing into her throat. A thick glob of his jism dripped out of her mouth, coating her lips with sticky sperm, drooling out of her mouth down her chin. She felt sick to her stomach. But she gulped down his load of thick, white-hot jism, knowing that it would be unwise to disobey his lewd command. She made muffled, gurgling noises as she swallowed his cum down her tortured throat.
At least, this was better than choking and suffocating on his hard prick, she thought, trying to console herself. But, no matter how hard she tried to make light of the situation, she felt terribly abused and thoroughly humiliated!
Samuel grunted in satisfaction and stepped back, savoring the afterglow which flushed through his prick as it drooled with spent jism. He gripped the base of his prick in his fist and moved back toward Doris. She was aching with pain, her mouth oozing cum. He crudely squeezed the base of his cock, causing a drop of jism to form on the tip of his prick. He rubbed his cock-knob into her eyelid. She blinked as the drop of jism was rubbed into her eye. Then, he moved his prick across her forehead, coating her thick eyebrows with jism.
She retched in revulsion and complete disgust. She looked terrible, but, her hands bound to the whipping post, there was not a thing that she could do about it. Doris wept and bit her lip, wishing that she were back at Uncle Melvin's New York apartment. Instead, she was in a small jet airplane, high in the sky, flying toward Culiacan, Mexico. If Samuel and Suzanne had their way, Doris knew that she would be held prisoner at Congressman Barth's home in Mexico – and be forced to work as a lowly servant for the rest of her life! She would be forced to serve the sadistic whims of Congressman Barth and his niece and nephew. The thought of her dreadful circumstances made Doris ill.