Chapter 2
Very slowly and with her fingers trembling almost uncontrollably, Sandra reached up and took hold of the top button of her uniform. As she opened it, her eyes ran over the scarlet and purple flesh and the thin line of blood running across Hazel's ass. The blood wasn't flowing, but it was staining Hazel's panties as it ran in her sweat. Hazel twisted and lurched on the rail. Her eyes were closed and she moaned constantly, sobbing at intervals as the pain ran through her.
"Slowly, that's right," Zenda said, moving closer to the terrified Sandra. "Show them what you've got, girl. We wanna see that body of yours. Turn, show them, or you'll be over the rail."
Shivering in horror, Sandra turned and opened another button of her uniform. She knew what they would say when they saw what she had on underneath, and she almost broke into sobs as the sides of her uniform fell away to reveal the top of her little white slip.
"Come closer, bitch," Malcolm said as he fucked his cock in and out of Desiree's squirming cunt.
The little blonde was gurgling with pleasure, sliding back against him, her cuntal walls spasming over his rock-hard fucker as it reamed them out.
Sandra trembled even harder as she walked close to the depraved spectacle of the doctor fucking the whore. Desiree grinned up at her.
"Enjoying the party?" the blonde giggled. "That's right, honey, fuck my cunt, it's all hot for you, oohhhh!" She moaned, thrusting her tits into Malcolm's hands as he gripped them tighter, holding the stroke of his cock slow and easy in her hot buttery fuck-hole. "You wait, cunt," Desiree promised Sandra. "I heard what you did, and you're gonna pay for it all."
"Take it off, bitch!" Greg yelled. "I wanna see what I'm gonna fuck!" He walked closer to Sandra as the horrified brunette opened the last button of her uniform.
"Off!" Malcolm snapped.
Sandra let the uniform drop down her arms and onto the floor. She faced them in what looked like nothing but her slip and stockings and the five-inch heels, but Zenda was too expert to fool.
"What the fuck are you wearing, cunt?" she snapped and walked up to the trembling nurse.
"Nothing," Sandra mumbled, her head down.
Hazel moaned as she began to come around. She jerked, pulled, then stared down at her hands and feet as she found that she was still tied up, and her ass burned with terrible pain.
"Nothing?" Zenda sneered at Sandra. "Hold her arms."
"No, I . . . " Sandra started to protest, but broke into a scream as Greg jumped up and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her back, pushing her tits out in the little slip.
"Nothing?" Zenda laughed and lined the thin rubber rod up on Sandra's tits, running it over the lacy material of her slip top.
"No, please, nothing, please!" Sandra gasped, staring down at the rod as it ran over her swollen tit-globes which were only protected by the lacy slip top. She struggled, but Greg's grip was more than strong enough to hold her in place. "Nooo, please, noooo, aagahhhh!"
Zenda had lifted the rod and whipped it down across her tits. The thin rubber lashed right over her tit-mounds, beating the slip down almost to her nipples, and leaving the most terrible line of pain across Sandra's white tit-flesh, just above her areolas.
"What is it?" Zenda asked, lashing the rod down again.
"Aaaaahhhh! It's a bodice, a bodice!" Sandra screamed.
"It's a bodice, mistress!" Zenda snapped, lashing the rod down over Sandra's tits.
"Uuurrrghh! It's a bodice, mistress!" Sandra screamed, unable to take the pain. The rod had lashed three thin, spreading welts into her tit-flesh and almost torn the little slip right off her tortured tits.
"A bodice," Zenda laughed and lashed Sandra once more. She waited until Sandra's scream had faded away. "Let her go."
Greg released Sandra's arms. Instantly, the weeping brunette dropped to the floor, holding her tits, rubbing them as they throbbed with the lingering pain.
"Ohhh, don't you just love to watch that?" Desiree cooed to Malcolm as she worked her sucking cunt over his cock. "Ohhh, it makes me come, again and again, oooohhh!"
She spasmed and heaved, her cunt sucking at Malcolm's prick like a vacuum pump as the climaxes shook her tight little cunt.
"Get up, bitch!" Zenda snapped, standing over the cowering Sandra. "You didn't come here to take naps on the floor."
Sandra moaned and struggled to get up. Her tits ached as she struggled up and the welts spread on her white flesh.
"Take it off," Zenda ordered and stood there tapping the rod in her gloved hand.
"Ooooh, Zenda, please, please whip one of them when Malcolm comes," Desiree gasped, heaving back at the young doctor. "It makes 'em shoot so hard, please!" She moaned and came again, jerking back at Malcolm's cock as it filled her fuck-hole.
"If this bitch gets that slip off in time," Zenda said, twisting the rod in her hands. "If she doesn't, she's really gonna know about pain."
In a haze of terror, Sandra slid the slip off her shoulders and down her arms. It was revealing her most intimate secrets to them, and she knew what would happen next.
"Woooowww!" the men all yelled, staring at her wonderful, tight, lithe figure. "Fuck, what a body!"
Sandra stood shame-faced in the upthrust bodice she often wore. It was white with little pink flowers, and she loved it. It also held the suspender straps for her stockings, which was why she wore it for work. The top of it heaved around the lower curves of her two wonderful and now very whipped tits. They weren't as big as Hazel's tits, but they were more than ample enough.
"Is that regulation?" Zenda snapped at Sandra. "No," Sandra said.
"Hold the bitch," Zenda said as she ran the rod through her fingers.
"No, nooooo, pleaseeeee!" Sandra screamed, and she tried to run for the door.
But Greg had already grabbed her and twisted her wrists as before, holding her arms straight down, rammed into the crack of her ass while her tits were heaved up.
The rod ran over her nipples for a moment where they thrust out of the uplift bra of the bodice.
"You call me mistress," Zenda said.
"Yes, mistress!" Sandra moaned, staring at the thin line of rubber caressing her hard nipple-buds.
"Let's hear you say it three times," Zenda said, lifting the rod.
"Ooohhh, baby, come on, shoot up me now!" Desiree moaned, her pussy sucking harder at Malcolm's cock as it rammed in and out of her hot fuck-hole.
"Yeaahhh, whore-you know I'm coming!" he roared. "Come on, Zenda, whip the cunt hard, I wanna hear her, yeaahhhh!"
He jerked his cock in Desiree's cunt and yelled, almost lifting the little blonde off her feet with the force of his fucking.
"Nooo, please, nooo!" Sandra screamed, jerking against Greg's grip as the rod lashed down, catching her right across the nipples.
Her luscious tit-globes bounced under the impact, her nipples almost disappearing into the top of the bodice before the twin mounds heaved upward again, the red lines burning into each other and spreading over Sandra's tit-flesh. She screamed and jerked, but Greg's grip on her wrists was tight and all she managed to do was cause extra agony in her twisted arms.
"Ohhh, yessss, Zenda-whip her, whip her!" Malcolm yelled as his cock shot jism into Desiree's hot little cunt. He gripped the moaning blonde, slid his hands onto her tits, rubbing her nipples and tit-flesh. "Yeaaahhh, wow!"
Desiree came in constant gasps of lust, her ass heaving back to ram as much of his cock as she could into her sucking fuck-passage. She shuddered, looking up as Zenda whipped the rod down across Sandra's heaving tits.
"Whip her!" Desiree yelled, her pussy exploding with orgasm as she watched Sandra's tits bounce and redden under the agonizing rod.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandra screamed, tears pouring down her face, her whipped tits jerking and bouncing.
"Say mistress!" Zenda snapped, lashing Sandra with a furious blow that nearly split her skin as it had Hazel's ass.
"Aaahhhh! Mistress!" Sandra screamed as her legs went weak under the terrible agony. "Please, no more, mistress, mistress-I'll do anything you want, please!"
"Whip her! Ohhh, whip her!" Malcolm yelled as his cock pumped hot cum into Desiree's sucking cunt.
He heaved the little blonde up on his cum-shooting prick, filling her pussy with his creamy jizz. He gripped her tits, holding them tightly as his orgasm peaked.
"Yeaaasss, whip her!" Desiree screamed, heaving on the chair back.
The pulsations of climax were running through her with each hot shot of Malcolm's jizz. Her pussy walls sucked the hot cock-cream out, her cunt spasming around the cum-shooting fucker. She gasped, her legs shaking, as she tried to get even more of Malcolm's cock into her wet pussy.
Sandra screamed again as the rod whipped her tits, beating her hard nipples downward, making them crimson with pain. She trembled and shuddered, the agony surging all over her.
"Please, mistress, please!" she begged.
"Yeaahhh!" Malcolm bellowed as the last hot shots of his cum burst out of his piss-slit. His ramming cock mashed them into Desiree's cuntal walls and gobs of the white cum slid out of her fuck-hole on his cock-shaft and stuck to her pussy-hair. "Fuck, that was good!"
"You liked that, honey?" she murmured, turning toward him, sliding her hot cunt over his still-hard prick.
"What do you think, you little whore?" he grunted and held hex tits while he slid his cock slowly in and out of her pussy, getting every last ounce of pleasure from her welcoming body.
The rod slid over Sandra's tits and she moaned. The tip scratched her raw flesh, sending sharp arrows of pain to mingle with the still-throbbing agony of the beating.
"Say mistress," Zenda said softly, her tits heaving in the top of her little black dress.
"Mistress," Sandra moaned, trying to pull herself free from Greg's grasp.
"On your knees!" Zenda snapped.
Greg almost threw Sandra to the floor. She collapsed and crouched there, moaning, rubbing her whipped tits, sobbing in horror and pain.
"Lick my boot," Zenda ordered, pushing the toe of one of her highly polished boots under Sandra's nose.
Hazel was now fully conscious and staring in horror at the torture Sandra was suffering. Hazel almost forgot her own pain as she watched Sandra give a shuddering groan and lean down, licking her tongue out over the patent leather, shining it even more with her saliva. Sandra's hands were still on her tits, cradling them above the top of the little white bodice. Her stocking knees were already crumpled from the way she was kneeling and it seemed that only her panties were fresh and new. But Hazel knew that wouldn't last long either, and that thought brought back the pain of her own savagely beaten ass. She moaned softly, her arms straining against the bonds, her long chestnut hair falling away from her face.
Sandra knelt and licked at Zenda's boot. Inside her, pain struggled with her fury-and the fury was winning. She looked up furtively at the terrible figure of Zenda above her, still holding the rod, sliding it in her fingers. Sandra felt that just to get hold of that rod once and whip Zenda with it would make anything they did to her worthwhile. But still, she was just too terrified to try.
"Okay," Zenda said, "now kneel up."
Slowly, Sandra obeyed, her eyes down, her tits heaving with passion.
"Now you suck some cock, bitch," Zenda chuckled.
She nodded, and Malcolm pulled his cock out of Desiree's cunt.
Suddenly Sandra was staring at a cummy cock, right in front of her nose. The guy's disgusting jizz was all over his prick, along with Desiree's cuntal juices, and the little whore had enough of those. Malcolm's prick was still half hard, and it twitched and got harder with every moment as he stared down at the kneeling nurse.
"Lick it clean!" Zenda snapped. Sandra broke. With a scream, she lurched around Malcolm and attacked Zenda, flinging herself at the woman's knees. The speed of her attack took Zenda by surprise, and the two of them were down on the carpet before any of the men could move.
"You bitch!" Sandra screamed, punching and spitting at Zenda. She grabbed for the rod and managed to get hold of it.
"Leave them!" Roland snapped and strode into the middle of the room. "It's a fair fight."
"I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed as she wrestled the rod away from Zenda and lashed it down over her supervisor's back. "I'll kill you!"
But Zenda wasn't in charge for nothing. Instead of screaming under the pain, she twisted and kicked Sandra's knee out from under her, throwing the nurse back to the floor. Sandra screamed and lashed out with the rod again, catching Zenda on the ass. But Zenda was already closing, ignoring the pain, her gloved hands going right for Sandra's throat.
"I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed.
But Sandra had already lost the fight. As Zenda's hands closed on her throat, she dropped the rod to protect herself and Zenda twisted her over, onto her face. Changing her grip with incredible speed, Zenda pulled Sandra's arm around and hammer-locked her, pushing her face into the floor. Sandra screamed and struggled, but it was over. She was trapped, her tits rubbing painfully on the hard pile of the carpet.
"Good fight, bitch!" Zenda hissed into Sandra's ear. "You've got guts, baby. I like that." She gripped Sandra's wrists tighter and leaned on the struggling, clawing nurse. "You've got potential, bitch. You got some respect-don't lose it. But now, you suck cock."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snarled.
"Good, but don't push it, honey. You gotta know when you're beaten. Hey, boys, put her in the well and stand her up, you know. And tie her up good."
Sandra had no idea what they had in store for her, but she struggled like a tigress as Greg and Chuck grabbed her and hustled her into the lower part of the sunken floor. They held her while Kevin took one of her arms and lashed her wrist to the joint where the upright and the bar met.
"Let me go, you bastards!" Sandra screamed, her delicious tits heaving out of the top of the bodice. She was so flushed that it seemed as if the whipping had hardly reddened her tits at all.
But Kevin was already taking her other hand and pulling it to the other upright. Sandra screamed, and her pleading eyes turned to Hazel.
But Hazel was still bent over the bar, her ass throbbing and red, the blood dried on her skin. She stared at her friend with horror as Sandra was lashed to the rail, facing out over the floor at the laughing, joking doctors. Desiree had put her panties back on and sat in one of the chairs, rubbing the crotch into her pussy, getting it wet with her juices and the plentiful overflow of Malcolm's cum.
Sandra shook her head and screamed at Kevin as he grabbed her ankle and pulled that out, opening her legs wide until the tendons strained. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. Soon both her shapely ankles were lashed to the uprights, her legs stretched wide open, her wrists tied, too. She struggled, but she was securely bound, even though she could move a little. Her tits were just about fully out of the bodice and she knew the men were staring at them with rising lust.
The real horror for the young nurse was that she now understood why Zenda had made them bind her that way. Standing on the lower floor, her face was now just about on a level with the men's cocks. And Malcolm was standing close, waiting, his cummy cock drying, the fuck-slime encrusting his cock-shaft. His fucker was almost hard again, and Sandra shuddered as she saw it.
"I'm gonna beat you like I beat your friend," Zenda hissed into Sandra's ear. "When I've finished, you can lick his cock clean. You fuck me around now and you'll be real sore, bitch. You ever had one of these up the ass?"
She slid a massive rubber cock in front of Sandra's nose.
Sandra gasped and moaned as she saw it. The dildo, or vibrator--she couldn't tell which--was so massive she was sure it wouldn't fit into any hole she had, let alone her tight little asshole.
"I didn't think so," Zenda purred. "But you will, very soon, bitch. Now, have a good scream."
"No, no, please!" Sandra begged, her face going white with fear as Zenda stepped back. "No, I won't do it again, no . . . aaaahhh!"
She heaved and jerked in the most horrible pain as the rod lashed her ass. Her body slammed into the rail and fell back as she screamed, her dark hair tossing helplessly.
"Untie that one and make her strip for you, then use her any way you want," Zenda said, lashing the rod into Sandra's ass.
The material of Sandra's little briefs was tearing, revealing the crimson flesh underneath.
"Urrrhhh! Ooohh, God!" Sandra screamed, her body pulsating with agony as the rod lashed her ass.
Another blow cut her flesh and she fell forward, half bent over the bar, her body twitching in agony. Her ass stuck out and she heaved back upright at the next stroke, her panties shredding under the assault, her skin crimson and ready to split under the terrible rod. She took another cut high on her ass and fell across the rail again, screaming helplessly.
Hazel moaned as she finally got to stand upright. She sobbed and rubbed her ass, feeling the torn panties and the welt where the encrusted blood covered her skin.
"Strip, bitch! Let's see what you've got!" Roland shouted.
Hazel jumped. With Sandra's piercing screams in her ears, she wasn't going to disobey. Her fingers went to the button between her tits and opened it. She sobbed and kept her eyes down, running her fingers slowly down the buttons to the hem of her uniform. She wanted to push her tits back into her bra properly, but she was sure that would bring punishment. Her delicious tit-mounds were almost exposed to the nipples, and the men were staring at them with undisguised lust.
The uniform came open and Hazel let it slide off, down her arms and to the floor. She faced them in just her slip, bra, panties, stockings and the five-inch heels that pushed her legs into the most wonderful curves.
"Keep the slip on and take your bra off," Roland said over Sandra's screams as the rod whipped her shuddering ass.
"Got you, bitch!" Zenda yelled as she lashed the rod in and finally split Sandra's ass-skin, getting the slow swell of blood into the brunette's panties. "Now, say: Thank you, mistress."
Sandra fell across the bar, her body burning and throbbing with agony.
"Thank you, mistress," she sobbed, wishing she could get hold of Zenda again and really kill her this time. But something deep inside her told her that she would never be able to do that.
Hazel unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, holding her slip up over her tits. The lacy top hardly even hid them, but it made Hazel feel a little better. She worked the bra out and let it drop on top of her uniform, but she held her arms over her tits as protection.
"Get them down," Roland warned, and Hazel dropped her arms at once.
"Oh, wow! Look at those jugs!" Greg grinned. "Come here, Nurse Doyle, I wanna see them in close up."
There was no thought of rebellion in Hazel. Meekly, she walked over to Greg and stood waiting for what he wanted to do. He slid his hands up and over her slip top, caressing her wonderful tits through the lacy material.
"Fuck, they're great," he murmured.
Indeed, Hazel's tits were her pride and joy. They were large and heavy and fell away from each other a little without the support of her bra, swelling on her chest, the nipples pointing straight out. Her tits were trembling a little in Greg's hands. Normally, Hazel's nipples were almost flush with her areolas, but now they pushed out, hard and crinkled to the touch. That made Hazel ashamed, for the only times she had felt her nipples do that was during times when she had been sexually aroused. It seemed a terrible betrayal that they were getting hard now.
"Well," Greg said, "you ready to give your favorite doctor a tit-fuck?"
"Yes," Hazel whispered, though she didn't have much idea what he had in mind.
"Then get my cock out," Greg said.
Hazel stifled a sob as she saw the massive cock-bulge in his pants. She'd never gotten much from fucking, and only a few men had gotten into her cunt before she met Sandra and it all stopped. Now she had to do something she had never dreamed of before--get a man's cock out. But she didn't want any more of the whip, so she sank to her knees and reached for the zipper of his pants, sliding it down with trembling fingers. Around her, she could feel the doctors waiting, enjoying her submission.
The zipper slid down and she gasped as Greg's cock almost jumped out at her, for he wasn't wearing any briefs. She moaned at the size of it, the enormous round cock-head and the thick, smooth cock-shaft. At Greg's instruction, she opened the top of his pants and spread the sides so that the whole of his prick was visible. Then she had to reach in and caress his balls as he enjoyed her helplessness.
"Now get that slip top down and fuck my cock with your tits," he ordered. "And make me feel good, whore, real good, or you'll be back over the rail."
Hazel sobbed a little as she reached for the top of her slip. The lacy material pulled away easily and she leaned down, working her wonderful fleshy tit-mounds over Greg's prick. She found at once that she had to make a false cunt with her tits and run his cock in it as she knelt between his legs. She shivered with the humiliation, but there was a strange churning in her guts, as well. She didn't understand it, but it was something to do with her utter helplessness.
"Not bad. Now suck the top of it as it comes out," Greg ordered.
Hazel almost begged him not to make her do that. The idea of sucking a man's cock had always been repulsive to her. But her ass ached and the split skin reminded her of the penalty for any refusal. With a moan, she leaned down and held her tits tighter around the pumping shaft of Greg's cock. As his cock thrust up between her tits, the big cock-head pushed out and reached her mouth. She sobbed and submitted, letting the swollen round prick-head work between her lips until she could lick at it, swirling her tongue softly over the hard prick-flesh.
"Not bad. You're a hot piece of ass, you know that, Nurse Doyle?" Greg said with a roar of laughter. "Now, keep that up, give me a real good time, or else."
Hazel groaned around his cock, but she obeyed, sucking his cock-head as it thrust up out of her tits, then letting it sink down between her soft tit-mounds until her saliva and his pre-cum juices were slick on the upper slopes of her tits.
Zenda ran the tip of the rod between Sandra's ass-cheeks as the bound brunette lay over the rail, moaning and sobbing in pain, her whipped ass heaving, the blood from the torn flesh still smearing into her panties.
"Ready to lick it clean?" Zenda asked.
"Y-yes, y-yes, m-mistress," Sandra sobbed.