Chapter 4
Desiree slipped her soft lips around the tip of Greg's cock, her fingers working over the hard surface, her brown eyes alight with lust.
"It's hard enough now, baby," she crooned. "Can I stick it up my pussy?" She licked his cock-head gently, her fingers butter-flying up and down his cock-shaft.
"You're too fucking good at blow-jobs, you bitch," Greg chuckled. "But hey, if you wanna fuck, baby, you can get on my cock."
"Ohhh, thank you, Greg!" Desiree simpered.
She climbed up onto his knees, her legs spread wide, her fingers pulling his stiff cock to the steaming entrance of her cunt. She rubbed his cock-knob over her clit for a while, gasping as the pulses of lust shot out of the contact.
Greg grunted and grinned as his hard cock-head rubbed over her wet hot cunt-flesh. He reached up and played with her tits, pushing the top of her little slip aside, caressing the soft tit-globes, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers.
"Uuurrrhh, yessss!" Desiree hissed.
She slid his cock to the cuntal entrance and rammed it right in. She sighed as the shaft of thick cock-meat filled her fuck-hole, throbbing deep in her sucking wet pussy. She clung to his neck, fucking her cunt up and down on his prick, her nipples thrusting at his fingers as he played with them.
He grinned and looked past her to where Hazel was finger-fucking herself.
The weeping little nurse was rubbing her clit in a fury, staring at. the wall, trying to ignore the grinning Chuck as he sat in the chair, watching her. But her cunt simply wouldn't get damp, let alone wet. She sobbed as he reached out and slid his fingers over her ripped panties, working slowly toward her pussy.
"No, please, please!" Hazel begged as she shuddered in horror at the touch of his hand.
"You're not getting wet, are you, whore?" he said softly.
"I will, I will! But please, don't whip me, please!" Hazel sobbed, her legs trembling as her fingers dug into her dry cunt.
"No go, whore," Chuck said. "You don't get wet, you get whipped."
"No, no, please don't! I'll suck you, anything you want, but not that!" Hazel screamed.
But Chuck was already out of the chair.
Hazel screamed and begged, but he twisted her arms behind her back, pushing her toward one of the supporting pillars that reached up to the roof of the main room.
"Nooo, please! Don't do this, please! You've hurt me enough!" Hazel wailed as she was pushed facing into the pillar and held there.
Malcolm grabbed her hands and slipped them into thick leather bonds at the end of a rope that hung over the beam at the ceiling. As the weeping, pleading nurse sobbed helplessly, Malcolm pulled her arms up over her head until she was just about hanging from the rope, her feet only just flapping on the floor. Then she was twisted around to face the two men, her chestnut hair all over her face, her body trembling. Her feet were grabbed and forced out, her shoes almost falling off as the men hauled her legs open and lashed her ankles to ropes that ran to the bases of other pillars. Hazel moaned and fell back against the hard, rough wood, her legs aching because they were forced out so far, her arms throbbing with the weight of her body hanging from them.
She hardly dared look as Chuck came back, but she did-and she almost fainted.
He was carrying a small cat, the many tails knotted all along their length, all of them shiny from frequent use. He smiled at her, running the cat-tails through his fingers.
And then Hazel saw Malcolm. He had a small vibrator in his hand, the hard shaft trembling with the power of the little motor churning in it. He pulled up a low bench, sat right in front of Hazel's spread legs and ran the tip of the vibrator over her pussy-mound, the plastic tip running over her panties.
"No, please, don't do that!" Hazel pleaded, staring down at Malcolm.
He just smiled at her and carried on. "Gotta get your cunt wet, honey," he said. "Or when we fuck you, it'll hurt. And you don't want a cock to hurt you, do you?"
He and Chuck snickered at the running joke they had with the two captive nurses, but Hazel had no time to even weep, because Chuck was pulling the top of her slip below her lovely tits, pushing it right under the lower curves to the soft flesh of her rib cage.
"No, no, don't! Please don't do that!" Hazel begged, staring in wide-eyed horror at the cat.
Chuck grinned and draped the cat-tails over her heaving tits, the massive heavy tit-globes standing out as perfect targets for his lust.
"Boy," he sighed, "these are the best tits I've seen in a long while. They're gonna jump like crazy."
Hazel burst into floods of tears as the terrible cat whisked up and hung over her swelling tit-mounds. Through her tears, she watched it hover, while all the time the vibrator trembled on her pussy, rubbing gently on her cunt-flesh through what remained of her panties.
The cat cut into her right tit, bouncing across her chest, biting lines of red pain into her skin with points of deeper crimson where the knots landed. Hazel leaped against the pillar and screamed, her body trembling, her legs trying to close against the pull of the ropes. The cat lashed her left tit, and her hands twisted, pulling at the leather bonds. Her scream rang out through the room as the heavy tit-flesh bounced.
"No, don't! Aaaagagghhhh! Please, I'll do anything, I'll . . . aaagaghhh!"
She jerked and rolled, trying desperately to escape the sting of the cat, but without success. Whichever way she twisted her lovely body, the whip found her tits, beating them around, lashing red lines all over them, spreading the awful pain all over her tit-mounds.
And the vibrator ran over her panties, trembling against her pussy, the gentle throb of the plastic prick-head sending soft waves of pleasure into the screaming bound nurse. She jerked at the beat of the cat, heaved and moaned, the passion growing, mingling with the agony.
It was the horrible contrast of pain and pleasure that was breaking something down in the beautiful young nurse. The soft waves of pleasure from her pussy pulsated out and rolled with the agony coming from her tits. The whole mess of pain and emotion mingled in her guts and made her scream to the beat of something more than the whip. Her arms pulled at the ropes, her tits thrust out, and her legs strained to heave her pussy down harder on the vibrator tip.
"Heeeyyy," Chuck murmured, "now we're getting somewhere! The little whore's getting wet." He ran the vibrator harder against Hazel's cunt, rubbing more of the smooth prick-head over her panty-covered pussy.
Hazel didn't understand what was happening to her. Her head was swimming, her tits erupted with pain at each stroke of the terrible cat-and yet her pussy was spasming and getting wet. Her thighs trembled as she pushed at the vibrator, trying to get more of it to rub her clit harder.
But Malcolm let the vibrator ease off, leaving Hazel's cunt frantically heaving at it, her moans of pain changing to horrible moans of perverse desire.
"Nooo! Please stop, please!" Hazel sobbed, her pussy throbbing with her dark lust, juices running down her cunt and into her panties as she twisted and heaved against the pillar.
"Don't you want to be fucked, little girl?" Malcolm asked, running the vibrator hard against her clit for a moment, just long enough to get a shriek of lust from the bound nurse.
"Aaaghghhh!" Hazel wailed, jerking again as the cat cut across her tits, beating across her chest, the red-lined tit-flesh rolling with the tortured writhing of her body. "Yes, yes! I want to be fucked!"
"Beg me!" Chuck snapped and whipped her tits viciously, his arm swinging hard as his eyes feasted on Hazel's agony and rising lust.
"Hazel's nipples stood out on her tits, hard and crinkled, getting harder with each blow of the cat. And they throbbed with her depraved passion as the leather cut them, the dark desire surging through the pain and into her body, pouring more fuel onto the fire burning in her cunt. She screamed and twisted, her face contorted with the passions raging through her, her tits and pussy jerking helplessly.
"Here," Malcolm said, "you fuck her. I got an idea."
He took the vibrator away and Hazel gave a shriek of strange pain. The cat stopped too, and she hung there, her body straining and jerking. Dimly, she saw the two men lean together and chuckle, and she wondered what horror they had in line for her.
As Hazel hung there and wept, Sandra gurgled and screamed around Roland's colossal cock, still trying to take more of the ten-inch monster into her throat. But it was still impossible. Even the rasping fuck of Kevin's cock in her ass wasn't making her throat relax enough. She wept and struggled, pulling against the ropes that held her to the rail. The strange fluttery feelings of pleasure she got from the raping fuck of Kevin's cock had reached as high as they were going to go, and nothing helped her now to take more of Roland's huge fucker.
She knew what that meant.
Roland pulled her head back and looked right into her eyes. "Last chance," he said. "You take my cock right into your throat or your ass gets it until you do."
He slammed her head back onto his cock and Sandra gurgled with horror, trying her best to take more of his thick prick into her mouth.
She even managed to get the massive cock-head into her throat for an instant, but she gagged almost at once and drew back.
"Please, no, no, I'll try again," she begged, her body rubbing against the rail, her ass throbbing around Kevin's cock.
"Time's up," Roland laughed as he got a firm grip on her hair, forcing her mouth back down on his prick.
Sandra screamed as his thick fucker sank back into her mouth. She gasped and wept, struggling helplessly against the ropes, her hands squirming to get free.
Chuck gave a roar of laughter and gripped Sandra around the tops of her thighs, leaning backward, his cock shoving into her shit-pit as hard as it could while he heaved her up on it, churning his prick deep in her ass-guts while he left her ass a perfect target for Zenda and the rod.
Sandra screamed around Roland's cock, but her voice was muffled by the thick fuck-meat. Her ass tensed, her ass-ring tightening around Kevin's cock as she waited for the terrible agony of the thin rod.
The blow sent her writhing in agony against the rail, her little bodice ripping on the rough wood. Her ass-muscles clamped down on Kevin's fuck-rod as the pain surged through her body, and her scream rang out even with the cock buried in her mouth.
"Hey, her ass goes wild when you whip her!" Kevin yelled. "Give it to her! I wanna feel that again!" He gripped Sandra's thighs harder, heaving his cock at her asshole with all the force he had.
Zenda lashed the rod across Sandra's tight ass-cheeks, only an inch from Kevin's cock. Sandra went almost out of her mind with pain. She jerked back, her ass sucking and heaving as the muscles tightened in a spasm of terrible force. Kevin roared with delight, his cock throbbing harder in the tight grip of her ass-sheath.
"Whip her, whip her!" he yelled, fucking Sandra's ass harder, his cock churning deep in her shit-hole.
Zenda whipped Sandra with hard fast strokes, the rod bouncing up from the contact, ready to strike again. Sandra was screaming constantly on Roland's cock, her throat pumping up and down on his cock-head.
But their plan was working. The pain was opening Sandra's throat. With each blow of the rod, her head lurched up and slammed down deeper, taking an inch or so more of Roland's cock. His massive round cock-knob rasped over her throat muscles, opening them even more with the force of his face-fucking.
"Come on, bitch! Fuck, that's good!" Roland yelled, staring down at Sandra's dark hair as her head slammed deep onto his cock, her throat spasming around his cock-head.
"You're fucking right!" Kevin bellowed, his cock surging in Sandra's shitter, thrusting, twisting as the rod lashed down across Sandra's crimson ass. Her hips began to jerk as he lost control, his cock slamming in and out of Sandra's ass faster and harder.
The strange fire was burning again in Sandra's guts. But this time it got stronger, burning higher with the ramming fuck of Kevin's cock and the agony of the rod. Her ass burned and erupted with agony, but the horrible, depraved passion was there with it, climbing, surging, melting into the pain. Even the thrust of Roland's cock into her throat was sending a terrible excitement through her. And the desperate pulling of her arms against the ropes was adding a new passion, almost as if her struggle against the bonds was making the fire burn brighter.
It was all so confused in her mind-there was just the raging pain and lust, surging around into each other, driving her out of her mind.
"Yeaaahhh, Zenda, she can do it!" Roland yelled as Sandra's lips reached the base of his cock on a frantic lunge down to the beat of the rod. "Fuck, keep it up! I'm gonna shoot! Let her have it all! Ooooohhh, fuuuuuck!"
The rod beat her ass, Sandra's scream bubbled around Roland's prick, her ass heaved back and she took the whole of Roland's cock into her throat. The two men yelled with fuck-lust, pumping their cocks at her as their cruelty raged out of control.
Sandra's head spun, her body lurched and her screams developed a guttural, moaning lust to them as her own long-denied passion broke loose. Her hatred of men surged back over her, but it only served to fan the flames of her lust. Her body undulated as she fucked and sucked, trying to rip the cocks off at the roots and giving the men an even better ride in her pain, lust and fury.
Hazel's wait on the ropes was just about over. The ache in her arms was getting unbearable as Chuck came back to her and pushed the low bench between her spread thighs until it ran up against the pillar. Without saying a word to her, he ripped her panties off, tearing them brutally, ignoring her moans. He lay on the bench and pushed his legs on either side of the pillar, moving between her thighs until he could get his cock to the tight entrance of her cunt. He pulled her out a little and held his hard-on in one hand, playing his cock-head over the now-damp flesh of her clit. And all the time, he grinned up at her mockingly.
Roland handed him the end of the rope that held Hazel's arms and Chuck leaned on it, stretching her arms even more for a moment.
"You wanna fuck me?" he asked.
"Yes, yes!" Hazel sobbed, staring at her whipped tits and the crimson stains all over them.
"You gotta beg real nice," Chuck said, pushing his ass off the bench for a moment, sliding his cock just inside the tight entrance of her cunt. He dropped back onto the bench, resting comfortably, holding the rope tight.
Hazel understood their plan. Because her arms were stretched so tightly, she could only get her cunt around Chuck's cock if he released the rope a little. And for that, she had to beg.
"Please, let me fuck you," she moaned, thrusting her pussy at his cock in an attempt to be sexy. Then her eyes stared in widening horror, for Malcolm had the cat and it was sweeping in on her tits once more. "Nooo, don't do that! I'll fuck! I'll . . . aaagghhh!"
She jerked and heaved, the agony rushing from her tits as the tight knots bit into her tit-flesh. She slammed down and her cunt managed to capture an inch or so of Chuck's upthrust fucker.
"Beg real good," he laughed. "Your tits get it till I come."
"Aaagh!" Hazel wailed as another slashing blow cut her wonderful tit-mounds. "Please, please fuck meeeee!" Her body was tossing wildly as her tits heaved. "I want your cock! Please, fill me up, come up my cunt, please, please!"
The cat lashed her tits hard and she screeched with pain.
"You wanna lick my cock clean afterwards?" Chuck demanded, holding tightly to the rope.
"Yesssss! Yes, I want to lick your lovely cock clean, every inch of it! Please, fuck meeee!" Hazel wailed, her lovely body burning with pain.
"I suppose so," Chuck laughed, and he eased his grip on the rope.
With a horrible moan, Hazel managed to sink her cunt down onto fully half his cock-lance, taking it into her tight fuck-hole on the cunt-juices that were now running freely. She rammed down and then leaped up as the whip cut her tits, her pussy spasming around his prick. As the agony rolled over her, she rammed down again, taking even more of Chuck's prick into her spasming pussy.
The whip lashed her tits and she lurched up and rammed down, her thighs trembling with the force of her movements. She was screaming in constant pain, but already the passion that had surged out before was burning again. Her nipples throbbed to the beat of the cat and her pussy spasmed harder and faster around Chuck's cock. She sobbed and moaned, unable to control herself as she heaved up and down harder, her cunt drooling juices, her tits heaving out as the cat lashed in.
She flung her head back and howled in her rising lust, hating herself for the perverse passion she felt.
By now Sandra's screams of pain and lust were muffled by Roland's cock, for she had it right in her throat and her mouth stayed rammed down to the hairy hilt. Her throat spasmed over the thick cock-meat as the rushing lust surged up and overwhelmed her. She had no idea of anything except the pain and the two cocks filling her ass and throat. Her ass jerked up for the rod as it lashed down, her hot flesh erupting with the mingled agony and lust at each blow.
Kevin was going out of his mind as Sandra's asshole sucked the cum out of his balls like a vacuum pump. He gripped her thighs and roared with lust as the stream of jism broke loose and erupted up his cock-shaft.
"Oooohhhh, fuuuuuck!" he gasped. "The bitch is gonna come!"
Sandra heard him through everything. Her hatred of men rushed over her and triggered the most incredible spasm of lust she had ever known. It exploded in her body, sending her sucking mouth working over Roland's cock in a fury as her ass took the first great wad of Kevin's cum.
"Uurrggghh!" Kevin roared as his cock shot streams of hot fuck-juice into Sandra's sucking, spasming ass.
His hips pumped at her ass in a fury, his cock ramming in and out faster than Zenda could whip the screaming, climaxing nurse. Cum gushed out of his piss-slit at the peak of each surging lunge of his cock.
"Jeezusss!" Roland bellowed as Sandra's throat worked his cock-head in a fury of lust and hatred. He gripped her hair, his cock throbbing deep in her throat as the hot spunk gushed from his balls in a sudden tide of release. "Take it, whore!"
There was no need to yell at Sandra anymore. She was gone, her endless spasms of climax surging to the beat of every slash of the rod, every pump of cum into her throat or ass. Her terrible hatred of the men who raped her only made her lust worse, inflaming her to a pitch of fury as she swallowed Roland's cock to the balls, taking the shots of cum deep in her throat, sending him lurching and bellowing with release. Her tongue flicked out over Roland's balls, sending him even higher in his orgasmic release.
"Jeeezusss, will you look at the bitch go!" Roland yelled, his cock pumping cum into Sandra's throat.
"You ought to be up her ass!" Kevin yelled as his prick spat another thick creamy wad of cum deep in Sandra's ass. He stared glassy-eyed at the bound nurse's ass as it circled and heaved under the blows of the rod, and his fingers dug deep into her thighs.
The rod was spreading the drying blood all over Sandra's ass and re-opening the earlier cuts, spreading fresh blood over her whipped ass. The screaming nurse came again and again, her mouth and ass sucking at the cocks shooting their cum-loads deep in her body. She sobbed and moaned, her head pumping up and down, the shattering pulses of orgasm driving her wild.
Then the streams of cum slowed, the cocks stroking slower in her throat and ass. But Sandra was still raging high, her ass thrusting up for the rod as it lashed down. She screamed and sucked, but the cocks were running out and the beat of the rod slowed, leaving her climax to fall away rather than break. She fought, struggled, sucking harder at Roland's cock, but it was no use. The rod stopped whipping her ass, the cocks slowed and only oozes of cum came out of them and she was left moaning, heaving, her lust turning to pain as the passion fell away.
"Fuck, would you look at that," Roland said as he pulled his cock out of Sandra's mouth.
Sandra fell across the rail, heaving and sobbing, her body still rolling to the beat of an orgasm that was fading fast, leaving only the agony in her plundered ass. Then Kevin pulled his prick out of her shit-pit. Her sphincter spasmed and closed as she sobbed, staring at the floor, wanting to kill them all.
"She's not the only one," Zenda chuckled. "The other bitch is getting into it, too.' All eyes turned to Hazel.