Chapter 14
Delighted over his triumph, Don peered down at his helpless lover.
He reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to cup ever so solidly over her firm warm breasts. He squeezed and tweaked at her pink, fleshy nipples, causing her body to spontaneously jerk as tinges of pain shot through it.
"Fascinating," Don said. "Am I hurting your tits?"
"They sting a little."
"That's good. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing like shaking somebody up by squeezing their tits."
The other two men closed in on the action, standing right next to the towel, watching as young Don kept on whipping his fingers frenziedly against her warm ivory breasts. Her eyes closed every now and then as she emitted sharp gasps of pain. Joyce remained helpless under the onslaught of Don, who was beginning to feel all powerful as a new wave of wild sensuality started to shoot through his whole body.
He squeezed tightly with his fingers against her jutting tits for a little while longer, after which he then released his fingers from them.
"Go get the whip," he called out to Orlando.
"I'll go get it," Harold said. "Orlando, you just stand by with the machine gun."
Joyce's heart sank. Her body began to tremble as she anticipated what it would be like to be whipped.
A few moments later she observed a grinning Harold reappearing from the house, holding a shiny, black whip in his right hand. He reached out and several times snapped the whip. As she heard the crackling sound of it making contact with the air, her heart pounded furiously.
"Just look what I've got," Harold said. "Okay, Don, since you suggested it, I'll let you wield it this time."
"Thank you," Don laughed.
Just the thought of wielding the shiny, black whip caused Don's swollen cock to harden ever so noticeably . As Joyce looked up at him, she could see just how much of a sadist he was. If he were anything other than a sadist, she recognized that he would not have such an enormous, swelling erection as he sported at that particular moment in time.
Before actually testing the whip on his helpless lover, Don took it from Harold, then wielded it sharply several times in the air, letting it snap and crackle with brisk, painful efficiency. All the while she continued to lay there, her body trembling, recognizing just how much pain she would be feeling in just a few moments.
"Just the warmup," Don explained. "You're gonna get your ass whipped, honey, and you're gonna enjoy it. Hell, you might be afraid now, but like any other bitch, you'll learn to endure the pain. As a matter-of-fact, you're not going to be the least bit concerned about it. I can guarantee you that. You little bitches all want to get hurt by a man. At least that's the way I've got it figured and I'm basing this on the women I've known."
What a fallacy, she couldn't help but think. Just because the women that he was heaping pain upon had no alternative, he interpreted their submissiveness as pleasure and enjoyment.
She watched as he snapped the whip several more times. Finally he reached out with his bare right foot and kicked at her helpless buttocks.
"Roll over on your stomach," he said, "because I'm gonna whip your ass."
"You sound like a mean-assed mother fucker," Orlando chuckled loudly.
"I am a mean-assed mother fucker," Don nodded. "You know that, Orlando. I wouldn't be a member of this crew if I weren't a mean-assed mother fucker"."
"He certainly has a point there," Harold laughed.
"He really does, and he's gonna whip her ass but good," Orlando smiled. "Go ahead, Don. Tear her up."
As she lay there trembling, her stomach pressed against the towel, Don reached back and got set to deliver his first stinging thrust with the whip. As he let it land with sickening impact against her left buttocks, she burst into tears and sobbed unrestrainedly.
Even though Joyce had told herself beforehand she would have to keep her cool and not demonstrate just how painful the ass thrusts were, she couldn't help but sob and cry bitterly as she felt the stinging stabs of pain brought into being by the contact that he made with the whip.
After withdrawing it, Don reached back and delivered another stinging slap which caught her on the right ass cheek. Her skin reddened, which prompted Don to smile with great delight. It made him feel as if he had been highly successful.
"Just look at those red welts," Don pointed with pride. "I'm just showing this little bitch who's boss. You've got to show her she's a bitch. You've got to do it with all these women that you capture and bring to this island. That's what you taught me, Harold."
"I sure did," Harold grinned. "You're learning very quickly."
"Next thing you know, he'll be after your job boss," Orlando laughed.
After landing several more times with solid impact, Don tossed the whip aside.
"Roll over on your back," Don commanded loudly.
Even though her reddened ass cheeks were paining her greatly from the stabbing whip attack, Joyce regarded his loud, ringing command with a certain measure of relief. That apparently meant that he was at least finished with her ass cheeks, and she wouldn't have to suffer the indignities of solid contact with his whip for a little while longer.
As she stretched out on her back, Don reached down with his right hand and allowed his fingers to move with stirring impact as he started to grind them inside of her vagina.
I'm gonna play with your pussy," Don chuckled. "You're all stiff now, Joyce, and I don't like that. Are you still tense from the whipping?"
"I guess I am," she admitted.
"You're gonna have to learn to endure pain a little better than that. I think you're gonna do a lot better after you've been around us for a little while."
"Of course, they all learn when we get through with them," Orlando said.
Joyce gulped hard. Suddenly she felt a tremendous dryness in her parched throat. First of all she'd been under the rays of the hot, intense sun for quite some time. For another thing, she knew that she'd been subjected to great tension and it was, therefore, not all that unusual for one's throat to go dry.
Don reached down with his stiff fingers and started to unfurl them against her silky pubic bush. His desire was to get her nice and wet, to do his best to make her feel a little more comfortable at this point in the act.
"You're as dry as a bone," he said, "and I don't like that. I'm gonna make you nice and wet, Joyce, I'm gonna bring a little juice out of your pussy. Damned, that's gonna excite you. And the more you get excited, the better the fuck you're gonna be. We want the best around here. We're a spoiled bunch of big-cock studs, we are."
Orlando laughed in amusement, watching as Don continued to move his fingers stirringly against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick, stirring finger strokes, he then proceeded to drive his fingers against her pink vagina.
"Now I can feel some wetness," he grinned. "We're starting to make a little progress."
His fingers moved with stirring precision, grinding fast and deep as he pushed them around inside of her warm, wet, velvety box. The quicker that his stimulating fingers maneuvered their way inside of her soft silky nest with rhythmic precision, the closer that he drove her toward the searing point when the juices would explode from her hot bush.
As his fingers kept driving inside of her juicy triangle, Don noticed with great delight just how quickly she was now reacting to his every hot stroke.
It bothered Joyce greatly that she was able to react to this terrible beast, who had only a few moments earlier whipped her savagely, causing red welts to surface on her buttocks. She still was in a state of great acute pain from the sharp whip attack, but through it all he was able to bring her to the verge of a wild climax through his expert-like, rhythmic finger stabs.
After a few more strokes, he whipped his sizzling fingers into an even more erotic and passionate frame. He let them slide soothingly against her clitoris, causing her stomach and ass cheeks to bounce up and down as she was pushed ever nearer to the state of orgasm.
"There you go, now you're reacting," Don laughed.
Even though she felt like shrieking with delight, Joyce suppressed the desire to do so. It was much too embarrassing, having herself fully exposed, lying out there in the sunshine, being watched by two horny beasts while yet a third manipulated his fingers ever so carefully inside of her vagina as he pushed her nearer to the state of an earth-shattering explosion.
A few stirring, passionate strokes later, the juices just had to pour from her intense mound. She kicked her legs back and forth with unrestrained passion as she watched her pussy droplets spurt searingly from her seething vagina and into her lover's hand.
Don smiled triumphantly, feeling once more he had accomplished something great. Now all he had to do to supply himself with the final ultimate note of triumph was to juice one more time.
As he withdrew his fingers from her still-trembling vagina, Don shoved his hard, mammoth, rigid cock forward. He wanted to let it grind with uninhibited passion as he pushed it inside of her ass.
"Here I go," Don said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside your mound. Damned, I really feel the itch now. I can feel it in my balls. Men, if this bitch can't bring a cock up, nobody can."
"That's just the way we feel, too," Orlando said. "Show her how much of a stud you are, Don. Just push that thing inside of her. Just get that gun off."
Don proudly stroked his blue-veined penis with swift, decisive movements for several moments. When he ultimately released his fingers from his searing spear, his body tensed as he reached down with both hands and let his supercharged fingers begin to grind against his lover's ivory breasts. The tighter that he squeezed with his plunging fingers, the more excitement that he felt rippling through his whole body as he prepared to launch forward with his stiff and sturdy cock.
"Move those hips around," Don said. "I'm gonna really dent that pussy of yours. I'm gonna slam with my big dick. I'm gonna push it inside of you until all the juices shoot. What a feeling. Damned, what a feel-mg.
After fingering her smooth breasts for a few strokes, Don reached down and made a grab for her fleshy ass cheeks. He pushed his fingers against the soreness that he had brought about through the whip attack. After he observed her flinching several times, he then reached down and grabbed for her trim thighs.
Ever so promptly, Don manipulated his fingers up and down the warmth of her finely tapered legs. He touched her heavily bronzed calves and thighs, his fingers circulating spiritedly as he then began to push his stiff, excited cock forward.
"Here I go," he announced. "I'm gonna get my rocks off. I'm gonna push with my hot stick. Just keep moving your hips, honey. That's the way it's got to be. This is where it's at."
His stiff, super-aroused cock pushed forward with scintillating desire. He let it blast in a riptide of seething passion as he pushed it deep inside of her mound, driving it into the womb of her belly.
"Damned, tight, tight, how tight," he sighed.
Don kept on slashing with his hard, dagger-like organ, moving it with surging passion as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of an energetic orgasm.
His fingers kept on driving against her seething, beautifully tapered legs as his ever-resounding cock blasted against her tight mound. He slammed it into the inner tightness of her wet vaginal walls as he worked his way ever nearer, driving his cock dazzlingly as he pushed that much closer to the state of a wild and captivating orgasm.
"Ohhh, just move your thighs," he said.
He liked the quick 'movements of her body as he kept on charging with his thundering cock, driving it deep into her moist mound as he propelled himself ever closer to that moment when all of the hot, white, spewing liquids would shoot from his rock hard cock.