Chapter 3
"Suck it, baby, suck it good," Greg said softly, running his fingers through Hazel's long chestnut hair. "You make me feel real good." He gave a short laugh. "Don't you wanna have all my cum in your mouth, baby?"
Frantically, Hazel bobbed her head up and down on his cock-head, taking the massive round ball deeper into her mouth.
"That's good," Greg said, his voice still as soft as before. "I'd hate to have to tie you up and whip you again right now. Spoil my blow-job, wouldn't it?" His fingers caressed Hazel's hair softly.
"Mmmnnn," Hazel wept, bobbing her head again as she held her tits around his cock-head,, letting him fuck his prick into her mouth as he wanted. With tears running down her face, she sucked at the thick round cock-head as it swelled in her mouth.
Sucking cock wasn't so bad, she found. The cock-head filled her mouth, rubbery and warm, tasting a little salty from the drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tiny slit at the tip of his fuck rod. Hazel knew all that horrible cum would come rushing out of that slit soon, but at least it was better than the whip. She moaned and sucked, running her tongue over the throbbing cock-flesh, feeling the long thick prick rub gently over her tit-flesh.
Malcolm stood right in front of Sandra, and his cock was now as hard as it had been when he fucked Desiree. The cum was still encrusted on his prick though, and the sight made Sandra want to throw up. But her ass burned with the fires of hell and she could feel the blood from her split skin still oozing into her panties. Anything was better than more of that.
"Come on, bitch, clean my cock off," Malcolm sneered and gripped a handful of Sandra's long brunette hair.
"Yeah, slut, get on with it," Zenda purred, sliding the tip of the rubber rod between Sandra's ass-cheeks, pushing it through the split in her panties and right to the entrance of her asshole.
Sandra gave a sob, but she gave in. She lowered her mouth and licked at the hard ball of Malcolm's cock-head. It was horrible. The cum was dry and came off on her tongue, tasting disgusting, making her retch. The smell of Desiree's hot little cunt was also on Malcolm's cock, and that made the sensitive Sandra queasy, too. She moaned and drew away.
"Bitch! Suck it or this is going right across your ass again," Zenda rasped, and she pushed the rod right into Sandra's shit-hole.
It went in easily enough, because it was very thin, but it still sent Sandra jerking on the rail, gasping as her ass-muscles resisted the horrible thing. She moaned, struggling against the grip Malcolm had on her hair.
"Lick that cock, bitch, or I'll make you lick the rod off," Zenda warned.
As the thin rod pushed farther into her ass-guts, scraping her sensitive ass-walls, Sandra gave a groan and surrendered, letting Malcolm pull her head down to his cock again. She closed her eyes and licked, tasting the dry cum, licking it up, her mouth salivating freely to wash the horrible stuff down into her stomach.
"Better," he said, and the rod started pulling out of Sandra's ass. Malcolm pushed her mouth deeper and his cock-head pushed to the entrance of her throat while his hand kept up the grip on her hair. "Suck it, whore! Suck it! Clean it right off!"
Sandra was doing her best. She licked at the hard cock-flesh, taking up the cum and letting it run down her throat and into her stomach. Shudders of horror passed over her as the rod slid out of her ass and began to run over her whipped ass-cheeks, stroking with a horrible menace. She tensed, knowing that the caress could become another stinging blow at any moment. "You liked the rod up your ass?" Zenda asked, stroking the horrible thing over Sandra's beaten ass-cheeks.
Malcolm pulled Sandra's mouth off his cock. "Well, did you?" he snapped.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sandra moaned. "Mistress!" she shrieked--but not fast enough. The rod lashed over her crimson, bruised flesh and she jerked, screaming in the new pain.
"So you'd love to have a real cock up there, huh?" Zenda asked, running the cane over the shivering cheeks of Sandra's ass again.
"Up there?" Sandra gasped in horror.
"Up your ass, bitch! Say it!" Zenda snapped.
"Plead for it!"
"Uuuhhhh!" Sandra sobbed in the most horrible dilemma. The idea of having a man stick his cock up her ass was only slightly less horrifying than the thought of another whipping.
The rod lashed Sandra's shivering, crimson ass with a horrible slap, opening up another cut in her skin. Blood oozed into the remains of Sandra's panties and the bound nurse screamed and fell forward over the bar, her wrists and ankles pulling at the ropes.
"Please, yes, let him do it! Let him do it, fuck my ass, mistress!"
"Who?" Zenda asked, sliding the rod over Sandra's ass again.
"I don't care, mistress!"
"Choose," Zenda said, the rod running over Sandra's horribly beaten ass. Sandra looked up, her eyes bleary with tears, her face running with the sweat of her skin. She saw Hazel kneeling, her lovely large tits around Greg's cock while she sucked his cock-head when it slid out of her cleavage.
Desiree was leaning back in the chair, her panties soaking wet from her pussy juices and Malcolm's cum. She still rubbed the material into her pussy, smiling wickedly at Sandra. The doctors sat around, waiting.
"Him," Sandra sobbed, nodding at Kevin.
The choice didn't seem to matter.
Kevin gave a slow grin and got up, his cock pushing out against the front of his pants.
"And somebody else should get her mouth, Malcolm," Roland said. "You had yours."
"Sure," Malcolm said. "I'll get her later." He pulled away and sat down, holding his cock, rubbing it gently, waiting to see the next humiliation Sandra had to face.
Kevin stood close to Sandra and slid his zipper down. He reached inside and took his cock out, and the bound nurse gave a moan of horror. It was another monster cock, at least nine or so inches. And that was going up her ass! He grinned and stepped out of his pants, pulling his shoes and socks off, as well.
"Hey, let me get it ready," Desiree said as she giggled and got up, rushing over to a closet and coming back with a tube of cream. "I mean, you being a nurse and all, you know," she said to Sandra, smearing some of the cream on Kevin's cock-shaft. "If it isn't lubricated right, it hurts." She laughed at her own joke, rubbing the cream all over Kevin's cock with such glee it almost made Sandra sick. She struggled helplessly against the bonds, her once-white bodice now stained and slightly ripped where it rubbed against the wood of the rail.
Hazel kept her soft, sensual lips on Greg's cock-head as he thrust his prick up and down between her tits with growing urgency. She could feel the massive thick rod swelling and throbbing as the cum boiled in his balls and got ready to shoot out into her innocent mouth. She closed her eyes, trying not to take any notice of his hand gripping her hair, pushing her head deeper onto his big cock.
"Fuuuuuck, whore!" he gasped. "Gimme a good time, a real good time! Oh, fuck, I can't wait to shove it all down your throat." He gave a moan of lust and fell back in the chair. "Take it! Aw, fuuuck, here it comes!"
He groaned and his cock went wild between Hazel's tits, the cock-head swelling and jerking between her lips.
Hazel stayed kneeling, keeping the throbbing cock-head in her mouth as she felt the cum erupt out of Greg's balls. He yelled and gasped, his ass jerking up off the chair seat, his cock-head blurring between her lips as he came.
"Suuuck it, whore!" he demanded and gripped her hair hard, holding her mouth over his thrusting prick.
Hazel moaned, and suddenly a spurt of hot cum burst into her mouth, making her choke. She struggled to pull back, but instantly Greg's fingers tightened in her hair and held her in a tight grip.
"Don't you try it, whore! I'll whip your ass to shreds!" he yelled. "Take it all, swallow it, lemme see my cum on your lips--yeaaahhh!"
He lurched, his cock-head pouring another hot stream of jizz into Hazel's helpless mouth.
Hazel sobbed and tried to hold still as slimy cum filled her mouth. The thick sticky cock-cream ran over her tongue and into her throat and she tasted it, salty, almost creamy. Her revulsion at the rape of her mouth wasn't enough to stop her from doing as she was told. The ache in her ass made sure of that. She took his cum, let the globs of it that spurted over her lips stay there as she swallowed the rest.
Greg yelled and jerked, his prick shooting another wad of fuck-juice over her mouth as he fucked his cock between Hazel's luscious tits.
"That's better!" he gasped. "You just escaped a whipping, whore. Now take it all, lemme see it!" He jerked in the chair again, his cock shooting the last thick gobs of cum as his climax ran out.
Hazel let the cum boil over her lips. More of it was running down his cock-shaft and over her upper tits, and there seemed to be no end to the thick stream of jizz. But eventually it was down to a slow ooze from his cock-slit, and she moaned with relief.
But she didn't have any reason to feel relieved. Greg pulled her up by her hair and grinned at her suffering face. Creamy cum was running all over her mouth.
"Yeahhh!" He grinned. "Now, lick it off, whore--lemme see you lick it off."
Hazel shivered, her hair hurting in his grip, but she licked her tongue out over her lips and took some of the thick gobs of cum sticking there. They ran into her mouth and she swallowed them. He grinned and laughed and held her hair until she had taken it all and her face was clean.
"Now lick that jizz off your tits," he ordered, letting her hair go.
Hazel could do that and he knew it. Her tits were quite big enough. She crouched in the middle of the floor, tears running down her face as she eased her slip top farther away from her tits and lifted them to her mouth, licking off the cum that hung there.
The young doctors were almost growling with lust as they watched her in the remains of her uniform, the slip, panties, white stockings and high heels.
Sandra was just about to get her panties taken off, but not in any way that pleased her. Kevin was behind her, running his hands over her whipped ass, sending sharp arrows of pain rushing through her.
"Jeeez, Zenda," he said, "you sure whipped her ass." His fingers ran over the drying blood on the two cuts that had opened up.
"She asked for it," Zenda said. "And she'll get a lot more if she doesn't get her act together."
"Yeah," Kevin said, and his fingers ran inside Sandra's panties and gripped the ripped material. "Here goes."
The once-white panties began to rip at once. Sandra sobbed as her last protection was torn away, but it didn't take Kevin long. A couple of sharp heaves, and the briefs were in shreds. He tossed them aside, ignoring the slight smear of blood on his hands.
He laughed casually and slid his well-lubricated cock to the tight entrance of Sandra's whipped ass. He held her ass-cheeks wide open, causing the bound nurse to moan with fresh pain as his fingers worked her bruises. "Looks like a real tight ass." He grinned. "But then, this is a real tight-assed whore anyway."
He pushed, and his cock-head worked into Sandra's shitter, spreading her asshole open a little, fucking in about an inch.
It was more than enough to send Sandra tensing on the rail, her bound hands pulling at the ropes, her legs trying desperately to close. Sharp points of pain rushed out of her ass, nothing like that pain of the whip, but bad enough. She groaned and jerked, trying to push her ass forward to get away from the invading prick. But all she managed to do was ram her pussy against the rail where it couldn't go any farther, and that set Kevin up for the fuck-thrust he then gave. His cock-head pushed at least four inches into Sandra's shivering asshole.
Her body went tense and she gasped, tears pouring out of her eyes as she was forced hard into the rail, her ass being invaded by the enormous cock-lance. Her ass-ring spasmed around the thick fuck-meat, shuddering as Kevin pulled back a little and slapped her sore ass before fucking in again.
Sandra gasped, jerking against the rail as the thick length of Kevin's cock fucked into her ass almost to the hilt. His prick throbbed in her ass, sending horrible, strange feelings over the bound nurse. She had never felt anything like it before, and she gasped as the massive length of the fucker pulled back a little and then rammed in, fucking into her ass to the balls, filling her ass-guts with hard cock-shaft. She gave a groan of strange passion and fell against the rail, her ass throbbing and spasming under the relentless assault of Kevin's cock.
He slapped her whipped, cut ass-cheeks as he pulled his cock out of her shit-pit, then fucked it back in again as she moaned in pain and jerked against the bonds. He kept his pace slow, taking his time and spanking her throbbing ass while his cock worked just inside her spasming shitter.
Sandra was moaning in constant pain-but it wasn't all pain.
There was a dark passion that surged out of the hard slap of his hand on her pained ass. Her ass-walls were starting to react strangely to the invading cock, sucking at it, throbbing over the hard cock-meat. She fell against the rail harder, surrendering to the demands of Kevin's massive fucker.
"Who gets the blow-job?" Chuck yelled.
"You can have that one," Roland said, pointing to Hazel. "I'm having this cunt." He came closer to the squirming brunette nurse, his cock already out of his pants.
"No, not yet, Roland," Desiree said, rushing out of her chair. She slid her arm through Roland's and ran her leg up his thigh. "My panties are all cummy. She oughta clean them. I'll make it worth your while, Roland."
Roland laughed. "Sure," he said. "Just don't make me come, bitch, or you'll be over the rail."
"Honey," Desiree purred, sliding her panties down her long legs, "do I ever bring anybody off before they wanna shoot?" She giggled again and went up to where the helpless nurse lay across the rail, moaning and heaving with each ramming fuck-thrust of Kevin's cock in her shitter and each slap of his hand on her ass. "Lick these clean, bitch."
Sandra took one look at the panties. The pink crotch was soaking wet, and there were white streaks over it from Malcolm's cum. She gagged and her ass trembled as Kevin's cock slammed back up into it.
"No, please!" she moaned.
Kevin leaned back, his cock fully embedded in Sandra's tight asshole. Sandra screamed and turned as far as she could, but already the rod was sweeping down.
The bound nurse wailed, her body heaving as the rod cut into her tight ass-cheeks, inches from where Kevin's cock was buried in her shit-pit. She heaved back in her agony and shoved the guy's prick even deeper into her ass-guts. And strange things happened. Her ass spasmed and the agony of the rod twisted into the most horrible passion. She sobbed and jerked, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
"Lick those panties clean," Zenda demanded, "or I'D whip your ass until he comes and, by God, it'll be in bad shape by then."
Sandra tossed wildly against the bonds, pulling as her ass pumped in frantic passion at Kevin's cock. But the thought of another whipping was breaking her resistance, even to the cummy panties. With a moan, she leaned forward and licked at the crotch of the gross panties.
"Hold them, Kevin," Desiree said, and she pushed her panties into Sandra's mouth.
Sandra spluttered, but instantly Kevin leaned in and gripped the panties, holding them between her teeth. Sandra moaned, her ass spasming as Kevin kept up a slow fucking, churning his cock around in her ass-guts. She licked at the panties, tasting the cum and the hot female odor of Desiree's pussy-juices. She gagged, but kept breathing through her nose as she licked at the panties, her saliva getting them even wetter.
"Now, darling," Desiree cooed as she undid Roland's pants, easing them down his legs, one hand caressing his cock at intervals, "we gotta get you ready."
Roland grinned and let the little blonde take his pants off. He kicked his shoes away, watching as Sandra moaned and heaved, sucking and licking at Desiree's panties while Kevin churned his cock around in her ass.
Desiree's lips slid over Roland's cock-head and he gasped, his prick heaving at her skillful mouth.
"Careful," he warned. "I wanna come in her mouth, not yours. Yet."
"Mmmnnn," Desiree giggled, working her lips down his prick-shaft, her fingers playing with the hard cock-flesh. She pulled back a little, so that her lips were just running over his cock-head. "Promise?"
"You'll get yours," he said. "You always do."
Desiree drew away from his prick. She stood up and played with the top of her little slip as she watched Sandra moaning and sucking at her slimy panties.
"That's enough," she said, yanking the panties away.
Sandra sobbed as Kevin pulled her head up harder by her hair, forcing her to look up at the teasing little whore Desiree. The taste of the cum and Desiree's pussy-juices was still in her mouth, which made her feel sick, but her ass still spasmed strangely on Kevin's cock.
Desiree threw her panties aside, walking over to Kevin.
"If I get it hard, will you fuck me?" she said, standing over him, her hands on her hips.
"You got a deal," he said.
The little blonde sank to her knees, her mouth going around his already-stiffening cock.
"Get it right, whore," Roland said. "Suck it, or scream." His cock throbbed near Sandra's trembling lips.
Sandra didn't hesitate any longer. She sobbed and let him push the head of his cock into her mouth. The enormous prick pushed to the entrance of her throat and she gagged, but managed not to stop sucking at the hard cock-flesh. Roland took over the grip on her hair, holding her head as he fucked her mouth.
"Down your throat, you bitch!" he growled. "You and your fucking friend, walking around the hospital looking as if you give blow-jobs for breakfast. Now you learn to suck cock properly, bitch, really properly."
Sandra gagged and sucked, her ass jerking back as Kevin's ass-fucking got faster. Roland's cock pushed at her throat, but she couldn't take it. Her throat just clamped and spasmed, whatever she did. She moaned, trying to relax and let Roland have what he wanted. She knew that she would get a lot of pain if she didn't. Her ass was throbbing with erotic sensations as Kevin's cock fucked in and out of it, and that helped her. Her throat relaxed a little, and the tip of Roland's cock ran into her throat. But at the next cock-thrust, she was choking again.
"You get it right, bitch!" Roland snarled. "Or you're really gonna get it, you understand?"
Sandra understood, all right. She moaned and tried to take his big cock deeper into her helpless throat. Her ass heaved and her legs trembled as she did her best to give him what he wanted.
But Hazel was in just as terrible a situation.
"Come here," Chuck called from his seat, and the still-weeping nurse pulled herself to her feet and went over to him. "Open your legs."
Hazel trembled, but obeyed. Her wonderful long shapely legs slid apart on the carpet and the hem of her little slip eased up even more, well over her stocking tops. Her whipped ass glowed red through her torn panties, and Chuck grinned as he leaned forward and ran his hand over her whipped flesh. She winced and moaned as he pulled at the dried blood over the cut the rod had given her. He leaned back, his cock bulging in his pants.
"Masturbate," he said.
"W-what?" Hazel gasped, holding her trembling legs open, the curves outlined by her white stockings.
"Masturbate-rub your fucking pussy, bitch!"
"Please, not in front of ... " "Do it, or else," Chuck said firmly.
The throbbing in her ass told Hazel what the 'or else' was. She was so ashamed of masturbating that her face blushed beet red as she obeyed Chuck and moved her hand down over her tummy, pulling her slip up, sliding her fingers into her panties.
She had terribly vivid flashbacks as she rubbed her clit. Lying awake at night, rubbing her pussy when she thought Sandra was asleep, because she was too ashamed to admit that she wanted a man of her dreams to come and fuck her. A gentle man, of course, not like these depraved beasts, one who would understand every little thing she needed. She blushed even harder and worked her pussy, but not a single throb of excitement came out of her clit.
Chuck leaned forward. "I'm gonna fuck you, you little slut." He grinned at her. "And your pussy is gonna be wet, got that?"
"Yes, yes," Hazel moaned, cringing at the thought of having to take his cock into her cunt.
"If it isn't, I'm gonna whip your tits, you little bitch. And I love whipping tits, real nice tits, like yours." He leaned forward, running his hands over Hazel's magnificent tit-globes, pulling the top of her slip out of the way.
Hazel gave a shudder of horror. She knew she could never get excited in this hell-hole. Her pussy would never run juices for them. So her tits would get whipped and, if they whipped them like they whipped her ass, her tits would be ruined. She moaned and sobbed, rubbing her clit frantically, trying to get juices out of her cunt.
Chuck laughed and ran his fingers over Hazel's panties, sliding them down, covering her hand as she rubbed her pussy.
"Let me feel," he ordered. He pushed her panties at her cunt. "Dry as a fuckin' bone. You got a couple of minutes, baby, then I'm gonna start."
As Hazel wept and rubbed her pussy for her cruel tormentor, Sandra gurgled and tried to force her mouth farther down on Roland's big cock.
Both young nurses were running out of time.