Chapter 12
"Please, oh please, not that," Dawn Gerald sobbed unrestrainedly as a cold-eyed, stonily determined Darrell drew his brown whip back.
"Roll over on your stomach," Darrell sharply commanded.
A trembling Dawn did what she was told, rolling on her stomach, then cringing as she wondered whether Darrell would whip her or not, or if so when it would happen.
"So I was the dumb, shiftless cowboy," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're gonna get it. And I mean right now."
Once more Darrell drew his whip back, gritting his teeth as he did. The whip landed with a loud popping sound as it made contact with Dawn's vulnerable, exposed left buttock. The decisive crackling sound was like music to Darrell's ears as he immediately broke into a wide grin. He observed her assflesh redden and heard the whimper that she gave out with after the contact had been made.
"Now you're finding out who's in charge," he laughed.
Again Darrell brought his trusty whip into play, this time allowing it to land with stinging impact against Dawn's right buttock, causing her whole body to quiver with pain as she let out a painful shriek which she had tried to suppress but could not.
"Please, please, please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged.
Ellen felt uncomfortable over having to watch the degrading spectacle in progress. She vividly recalled how painful the ordeal had been when she had been whipped by Jason, and she knew that the humiliation to which the distraught Dawn was being exposed was as great as the physical pain with which she was being inflicted. Several times she turned her head away, not wanting to have to look at a spectacle which sickened her. Ellen sympathized totally with the trembling, tearful, humiliated Dawn.
Darrel grinned crookedly, then commenced lashing his trembling, sobbing victim's buttocks several more times, stopping just short of producing blood but leaving her ass cheeks with red welts.
"Okay, if you'll stop bawling the whipping is over," Darrell said laughing amusedly.
Jason walked over to Darrell and took the whip, hanging it back up as he got set to watch more of the unfolding activities.
Darrell's stone hard cock stood out with great prominence as he took several menacing steps toward Dawn, whose body trembled from a combination of pain and fear as she lay on her stomach.
He reached down and summarily grabbed Dawn by her coal black hair, holding on tightly as he broke into another grin. It made him feel happy to derive revenge from the previously sharp-tongued Dawn, who was now in a position of total subservience.
"Roll over on your back," he commanded.
Dawn immediately rolled over, then looked up at Darrell with glassy eyes, wondering what he would force her to do next. He surveyed her for several seconds, then let his eyes shift over to Ellen. The knowing manner in which he grinned at Ellen caused her to feel discomfort. She had been wondering all along why she had been forced to watch this escapade, which she found sickening and revolting. Finally Darrell's eyes shifted back to Ellen.
"Ellen's a beautiful woman, Dawn, don't you agree?" Darrell asked ever so suddenly.
"Yes, she is," Dawn replied, wondering just what Darrell was doing bringing Ellen into the picture.
"We could have really punished you by forcing you to make it with some old hag, but you're going get to go down on a beautiful blonde," Darrell said "You're very lucky indeed."
Dawn flinched, after which Ellen did the same. Now Ellen knew why she had been brought into the picture. These three men seemingly never stopped thinking of ways to humiliate her and make her feel uncomfortable, and now she had company in the person of Dawn.
"C'mon, Dawn, just crawl over to your baby on your knees and start sucking her pussy," Darrell laughed. "Better yet, I wanna see you play with her boobs and suck them first."
"I... I've never had sex with a woman before," Dawn told him in a voice rendered almost to silence, projecting almost totally abject defeat.
"Now ain't that just too damned bad," Darrell exploded. "You keep your mouth shut, Ellen, or you'll get that cute blonde butt of yours whipped and whipped hard. As for you, Dawn, I've heard as much of this damned schoolgirl bickering as I'm gonna listen to. I've had it, baby, I've really had it. Now you're gonna do just what I tell you and that's it. Isn't that right men?"
"You bet," Charlie said. "If you know what's good for you, gal, you're gonna do exactly as Darrell says. That is, if you want to end up all in one piece."
"That's pretty good advice." Darrell nodded "Now get over there, bi ten. Crawl to the beautiful blonde and start playing with her boobs. I'm giving you a break. I'm giving you a chance to get into it gradually. You oughta be more grateful for the favors I'm willing to do for you."
"That's right, you oughta be more grateful," Jason chimed in.
Fear dominated Dawn's eyes as she accepted the inevitable, realizing that if she failed to yield to Darrell's wishes that she would be beaten far worse than she already had been. Darrell smiled broadly as he watched her slowly crawl toward Ellen, who looked at her sympathetically, disliking having to be a party to such forced activity.
Dawn's trembling hands moved slowly toward Ellen's firm ivory breasts. Her head swirled in a rising sea of confusion. Never in her life had she been forced to perform sex with anyone against her will. Not only that, but now she was compelled to have sex with a woman, making that a first time proposition as well.
And there was Darrell, grinning sadistically as his even white teeth glistened, enjoying the prospect of watching her engage in something demeaning. She had considered him dehumanized right from the beginning, but now Dawn resented deeply having come on that strong when he had asked her out in what she construed to be a crude manner. Maybe if she had not leveled such insulting comments at him he would have left her alone and would not have involved himself in a kidnapping plot against her to extract revenge.
As Dawn's fingers began to press with uncertainty against the crinkly white flesh of Ellen's bosoms her eyes met those of Ellen. Theirs was an expression of mutual sympathy and understanding. Neither of them had ever been involved in a lesbian act previously, but now they were being forced to endure anything that the three depraved men asked of them, recognizing that if they failed to do so that it might cost them their lives.
"C'mon now, you can do better than that. Dawn you bitch," an unsympathetic Darrell called out with rising impatience. "We all expect, to be treated to a damned good show, and if we don't get it then there'll be all kinds of hell to pay by both of you."
"You can just bet your damned tits on that one!" Jason said. "We're not the kind of guys who'll put up with any crap from spoiled broads like you two. You'd just better do any damned thing that we tell you to do, and when you do it you do it just like we say."
"Very well put," Charlie said. "Snap to it, you lousy little whores. We expect to be entertained."
As Dawn continued to look into Ellen's eyes, the blonde leaned over slightly toward her and whispered, "You'd better do what they say, honey. I can tell you from past experience that they mean business."
"We'd better make it look real," Dawn whispered back.
"We've got to."
Dawn realized that her scruples had to be surrendered in the interests of safety as her fingers curled and pressed with greater speed and intensity than before as they shoved against the alabaster warmth of Ellen's dramatically hardening breasts.
As her fingers began to move with greater speed and smoothness against their taut target, Dawn's heart started to dramatically pulsate while she discerned a definite change coming over her. All of a sudden she started to experience those same nervous sensations in her stomach that always accompanied sex with someone she found appealing. One other familiar sign surfaced as well, Dawn felt tingling waves of titillating warmth generating between her nakedly splayed, now trembling legs and inside her restless, invigorated pink pussy.
She looked over at Ellen once more and observed a reddening in her cheeks and a breathless condition emerging. Could it actually be that they were getting excited in each other's presence, Dawn asked? She had to admit, even as she sought to deny that there was any relevance to such a viewpoint, that Ellen was about as stunning a blonde as she had ever laid eyes on. Not only did she possess a beautiful face and flawless smooth skin, but her voluptuous body was tapered to perfection, her skin possessing a firmness as well as smoothness.
The fires continued to build within Dawn's steadily intensifying body as she allowed her fingers to dig in even more tightly as they pressed against Ellen's ripe tits. The quicker and more resolutely that she applied her stirring fingers, the more eagerly that Ellen in turn reacted as her hips and ass cheeks circulated in a circular fashion with rippling enthusiasm and her warm, captivating breasts pushed forward as they responded to the timely, spirited finger stabs being sent forth by Dawn.
"Now that's a little more like what we wanted," Darrell nodded. "C'mon now, Dawn, and start pushing your fingers against her nipples. Squeeze them real nice. They oughta be good and hard by now, so give it all you've got. Move your fingers real crisp. Yeah, oh, I'm really getting hard just watching this. Do I ever love it. What wild action, damned wild action, I love the way things are happening."
Dawn's warm, pistoning fingers withdrew themselves from her lover's warm twisting breasts and went solidly to work against the prickly hard pink pebbles of her nipples, causing Ellen's writhing body to twist more resoundingly than before. Dawn heard her let out a loud, seething sigh as her fingers rapidly and decisively pierced the firm folds of taut accommodating flesh.
"Get down there and start sucking her tits and nipples," Darrell called out. "Really get into it. I wanna see results. I wanna see you two really go to it."
Dawn reached out and let her fingers clutch against Ellen's breasts in a vise-like grip. The longer that her probing fingers twisted against the silky white cones, the louder Ellen's gasps and sighs grew until Dawn realized that it would be foolish to even try and con herself anymore. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, there were joys to be derived by fingering the lovely blonde's ripe breasts and hard nipples, and it was equally obvious judging by the response her efforts received that Ellen was enjoying the brisk activity as well.
Reacting quickly to Darrell's latest demand, Dawn reached down and let her scarlet tongue slither forward and make initial contact with Ellen's quivering ripe mounds of flesh, which stuck up prominently like a pair of tent poles. Although her first few movements were slow and meticulous, the breathless gasps that Ellen uttered coupled with the manner in which her asscheeks reeled prompted Dawn to eagerly step up her gyrating tongue pace as her wet pistoning digit splashed with speedy authority against the silky white globes of trembling flesh.
"They're really going at it now," Charlie said. "You got them going, Darrell, and you can be damned proud of yourself."
"They sure are putting on one hell of a show now," Darrell laughed robustly. "Looks like I'm gonna have to keep directing things just like I am. Yes indeed, this is great."
Without even having to be told, Dawn started alternating her spearing tongue efforts from Ellen's inflamed boobs to her taut pink nipples, her pace spiritedly increasing with each succeeding tongue blast.
Darrell watched the action for a few minutes longer, then decided it was time to push Dawn into another phase of activity.
"Okay, so you've got Ellen loosened up," he said, "so now I want you to get busy down there in her twat. Just tickle her clit a few times with your tongue and you'll drive her wild. If that won't get her off then nothing will."
Suddenly the full realization of what was expected of her dawned resoundingly on Dawn's consciousness. Of course, she realized, the preliminary actions were designed to get herself and Ellen warmed up, and now she was expected to finish things off beautifully with a wild tongue attack on Ellen's pussy.
She looked up at Darrell with pleading eyes that were suddenly misting with tears.
"Please don't make me go that far," she said in a soft, subservient tone of voice.
"I said before and I'll say just one more time that I don't want to hear anymore crap out of you," Darrell exploded, his face reddening with rage. "Now when I tell you to do something you just go ahead and do it without handing me any static. Now get down there and start sucking Ellen's box before I start slapping the hell out of you, and don't think for one second that I won't do it."
Fear once more intensified within Dawn as she recognized that Darrell would not compromise one inch where it came to his pleasures.