Chapter 6
Hazel came around slowly. Her body ached, and it took her a second to remember the horror. She jerked up and fell back as a chain tightened. She reached for her neck and found that the chain was clipped there to a very wide, studded leather collar. The clip of that was padlocked, and it was obvious there was no way out of it. She turned and suddenly realized she was in a bed. It was even a very comfortable bed. The sheets were clean and white, and light poured in through the cracks in the curtains of a small window on the other wall. The furniture was all the same rustic wood, and the room was cozy and warm. It almost made her think pleasant thoughts, but the memories of the night before were flooding back, and she stifled a sob.
She reached down to her ass and ran her fingers over the still-throbbing flesh. She felt the awful welts and the thin cuts that the rod had made. Then she realized that her ass had been washed and the cuts cleaned. In fact, she had been washed all over. She thought back and remembered a bath vaguely, warm water pouring all over her.
She examined her tits. They were in better shape than her ass, but the red flesh still ached and her nipples stood out like little buds. She touched them and winced as the pain rushed out. But something warm also went off in her body. She touched her nipples again and the pain was mingled with the passion that had betrayed her. Guiltily, she stopped, but she wanted to touch her tits again. That mixture of pain and pleasure was becoming irresistible.
She heard a groan, and Sandra moved in the bed beside her. Hazel turned, and Sandra opened her eyes. Sandra looked at her friend, felt the collar around her neck and broke into tears.
"The perverts!" she sobbed. "What they did to my ass, and my tits . . . look." She pulled the bedclothes back and showed Hazel her whipped tits.
Silently, Hazel turned her sheets down and showed Sandra her tits, but Sandra was only really interested in her own pain.
"We've got to escape and show the police these marks," Sandra said, trying to get up even though the chain threw her back every time.
"How?" Hazel sighed. She looked at Sandra and thought her friend was being very stupid. They weren't going to let them go that easily.
"See what's outside the window," Sandra hissed, glancing around the room.
"How?" Hazel asked impatiently. "You wanna chew through the leather?"
Sandra was going to answer, but the door opened and Zenda stood there, watching the two young nurses carefully. She was dressed in a little black robe and high-heeled shoes with matching black stockings, and that was all.
"So you woke up, you dumb cunts," she said. "Desiree, come here."
"Hey, they awake?" Roland said, peering in, spooning cereal into his mouth as he grinned at Hazel and Sandra. "You gotta stop coming that hard, girls. We were just getting started, and you passed out. Shit. Can we watch?"
"Of course," Zenda said.
"Hey, boys, lezzie time!" Roland called out down the corridor.
"Oooh, hi, girls," Desiree giggled, coming in behind Zenda. She wore a shortie nightie. The bow in the front was opened, her panties were gone and there was cum in her pussy-hair.
There were footsteps down the corridor, and Greg joined them with Malcolm. The three young doctors sat down and grinned at the cringing nurses.
"You two are gonna have to learn to pace yourselves," Zenda said, coming up to the bed. "These guys are horny-they don't just come once a night. Desiree here had to fuck them all after you passed out, and you know how Desiree hates to fuck."
"Ooooh, yes, I hated every minute of it," Desiree giggled, sashaying up to the bed where Sandra lay.
Sandra's fury was coming back, but she held it in, restrained by the collar.
"So you gotta thank Desiree and thank me, before breakfast," Zenda said, getting onto the bed with Hazel. "Don't fuck me around. Whipping people on an empty stomach makes me real mad. You suck us off, or else." She slid her robe off and moved up, spreading her legs around Hazel's head.
Desiree giggled as she slid up over Sandra's face. "You wanna kill me, huh?" she whispered to the helpless Sandra.
"Yesss!" Sandra spat, staring up at the dizzy little nymphomaniac.
"But instead, you gotta suck my pussy," Desiree giggled. "That's the breaks, baby." She giggled and laughed with delight, turning and stripping the sheets off Sandra in one sweep.
Sandra twisted, trying to get her naked body away from the grinning doctors, but Desiree straddled her face, her thighs tight around Sandra's cheeks. She gripped Sandra's hair.
"Suck me, bitch!" she hissed. "And clean all that cum out. I've been fucking my brains out. Shit, I'm sloshing around with spunk."
Sandra struggled and moaned, but the collar was tight and she knew she was helpless. Desiree had a grip on her hair, and the flaky blonde's grip was a lot stronger than it looked. Making a vow to get the little tramp back when she had the chance, Sandra surrendered and licked her tongue over Desiree's hot clit.
There was a lot of cum there, running out of Desiree's fuck-hole and right into Sandra's mouth. For a moment, Sandra shuddered and retched, but she couldn't pretend that the taste of cum was that bad anymore. She sucked Desiree's clit into her mouth and licked over the hot flesh.
Desiree relaxed her grip on Sandra's hair and leaned back, grinning, her thighs opening as she enjoyed Sandra's mouth. "Fuck, that's good! Come and look, boys-see how chicks suck other chicks."
It was a desperately humiliating moment for Sandra as the three men leaned in, Roland still chewing his cereal. She closed her eyes and sucked at Desiree's cunt, wishing she could kill the bitch.
Hazel was having just as bad a time. She stared up at the horrible dominatrix. Zenda spread her thighs over her face and opened her robe, showing her body for the first time. It was a good body, tight, slim, big tits. Zenda's cuntal hair was black, just as dark as the hair on her head, a thick, bushy growth that spread almost to her asshole. The strong odor of pussy came to Hazel's nose, and she shuddered a little as the terrible dominatrix straddled her. Zenda slid her thighs around Hazel's face and pushed her cunt right down on her mouth.
Hazel sucked Zenda's cunt, running her tongue over the spasming pussy-flesh. Zenda gave low moans of satisfaction, thrusting her cunt over Hazel's face with long slow strokes, rubbing the whole of her cuntal slit on Hazel's mouth. Her pussy ran hot juices into Hazel's mouth and the helpless nurse swallowed them as Zenda began to moan with greater pleasure, her thrusting hips moving faster, rubbing her long cuntal slit all over the bound nurse's face.
"Come on, bitch, suck me!" she hissed. "It's the only way I get off except whipping you, so make it good!" She gasped and rubbed her pussy on Hazel's mouth, staring down at Hazel's horrified eyes. "Tell me how much you love to suck me!"
"Yes, yes, I love it," Hazel sobbed, her face smeared with Zenda's pussy-juices.
"More than cock?" the dark-haired sadist snapped, rubbing her hand over her own large tits, twisting her nipples with vicious power.
"Yes, more than cock!" Hazel gasped in terror.
"Hear that, boys?" Zenda yelled. "She likes pussy more than cock! You gonna take that?"
"No, please!" Hazel sobbed, but her pleas were buried in Zenda's cuntal slit as the black-haired dominatrix shoved her cunt back down on Hazel's face.
The doctors left off watching Sandra and Desiree and came over, grinning, their cocks pushing out of their robes as they saw the chance for some action of their own on the bound nurses.
"Gotta inspect their asses," Roland said as he pulled up Hazel's legs, pushing them towards her head until Zenda could grab hold of her ankles and push them downwards, spreading Hazel's ass and pussy out for the men to see.
Hazel screamed into Zenda's cunt as her legs were spread wide and pushed down by Zenda until her feet were just about level with her head. Her muscles strained, her ass thrust up off the bed and her pussy was wide open as the doctors peered in a mock clinical inspection.
"Hell of a fuckin' ass," Greg commented. "Hey, somebody bring the whips!"
Hazel screamed and begged as the men ran their hands over her ass, pushing their fingers into her cunt and asshole. She struggled a little, but she was too terrified to do much and, anyway, Zenda had far too tight a grip on her ankles. Zenda was very strong and was starting to groan with rising lust as she rode Hazel's face, rubbing her cunt ever harder on her mouth.
"Slight cuts, probably from a thin instrument," Roland mused as he inspected Hazel's ass. "Extensive bruising. Hmmmm, this cunt's been whipped." He pushed his finger into Hazel's ass, and the helpless brunette jerked and screamed into Zenda's cunt.
"This rod, perhaps?" Chuck said, showing Roland a thin cane.
"Hmmmm, don't think so," Roland said. "It doesn't look heavy enough to cut skin. Try it."
"Okay," Chuck said and he lined the cane up on Hazel's ass.
The moment it whipped her ass, Hazel knew it wasn't the same terrible rod that had cut her flesh, but it was more than painful enough. She screamed, her voice bubbling out from around Zenda's cuntal flesh as her ass heaved and she twisted on the bed.
"Oooooohhhh, boys, that's good," Zenda moaned, rubbing her cunt over Hazel's suffering face. "Do it again. I love to feel her squirm."
Hazel screamed as the cane whipped into her taut ass, making her buck and jerk on the bed. She was being driven to suck harder at Zenda's cunt to counteract the pain and Zenda liked that, demanding the doctors whip the helpless nurse harder.
The thin cane whipped into Hazel's ass and she spasmed, sucking and biting at Zenda's cunt, the agony churning over her body. Above her, Zenda gasped and gave a long drawn-out moan of lust, her pussy spasming on Hazel's mouth, her cuntal juices running all over the brunette's face.
"Urrrhhh, yesss!" Zenda sighed as she came, rolling her cunt around as her spasms peaked. She leaned down on Hazel's ankles, pushing the nurse's feet right to the bed as she gave a final gasp and dropped back into satisfied slow rolls of her cunt on Hazel's mouth. "That wasn't bad, boys. We might do that again, but now we ask her why she likes cunt better than cock, right?"
"Riiiiight!" Roland said, leaning over Hazel as Zenda eased her cunt back off Hazel's mouth. "Why don't you like cock, bitch?"
Hazel stared up at the mocking, laughing faces and felt the cane running softly over her ass. "I do like cock," she sobbed, shivering, her legs trembling under the pressure of Zenda's hands.
"So you lied," Roland chuckled.
"No, no," Hazel said. "She asked if I liked cunt more than cock, and I said ..."
"Lezzie, huh?" Roland laughed.
"No, no, I like cock more than cunt!" Hazel wept, knowing there was no way out for her.
"You fuckin' lie any time you feel like it, huh?" Roland laughed.
He nodded, and Chuck lashed the cane into Hazel's stretched ass.
"Aaaghghhh! Please, you tricked me, you tricked meeeee!" Hazel screamed, her body contorting, the collar tight around her neck.
Roland laughed and the cane lashed into Hazel's helpless ass three more times before he was satisfied. Finally, he leered down at the bound nurse as her screams died away.
"So beg me to fuck your ass," he said. "You didn't get your ass fucked yesterday."
Hazel gasped and moaned, but she knew there was no way out. "Yes, yes, please!" she begged. "Please fuck my ass! Please ram your great big cock up my ass!"
And a strange thing happened. A surge of submissive pleasure washed over the helpless nurse. Her tits heaved and she moaned as her cunt went wet and buttery. Her head fell to the side until Zenda grabbed her hair and spread her thighs wider.
"I know you, whore," Zenda chuckled. "Now suck me off again. That was nice, real nice."
Her hot wet cunt came down over Hazel's mouth and the helpless nurse sucked at it, taking the whole of Zenda's clit into her mouth and working it over. Then she felt the touch of Roland's cock, running over her pussy while his hands stroked her whipped ass.
"Well, fuck me," he chuckled. "The bitch is wet, I mean real wet. Look at that, boys."
Hazel sobbed and moaned as she sucked at Zenda's pussy, feeling Roland running his fingers up and down her cunt-slit, sliding on her plentiful pussy-juices.
"You know, I bet I could get it up her ass if I just cunt-fucked her first," Roland said. "Whadaya think, boys?"
"Worth a try," Greg commented, peering down at Hazel's spread pussy.
Hazel gasped and tensed as Roland shoved his enormous fucker at her tight pussy-hole. She tried to resist, but her cunt was so wet his prick slid in easily, spreading her fuck-channel, sending pulses of strange delight rushing out from the rasping of his thick cock-head over her soft cuntal walls.
"Jeeez!" Roland gasped, ramming his cock in while he leaned harder on Hazel's spread thighs. "She's one hell of a fuck!"
"She's learning," Zenda said, holding Hazel's hair as she continued ramming her hot cunt over Hazel's mouth.
"Wow, gotta finish up there later." Roland commented as he pulled his prick out of Hazel's cunt. His cock was shiny with her cunt-juices.
He took his prick and eased it down, right to the crinkled entrance of Hazel's ass. Hazel stiffened, moaning as she thought about the horrible indignity of having her virgin ass fucked. Roland pushed, and his slippery cock-head pushed a little into Hazel's shit-pit and the bound nurse leaped, jerking on the bed as the pain rushed out of her stretched ass-ring.
"Come on, whore, it isn't that bad," Roland said, and he pushed again.
Hazel tensed hard, her whole body rebelling against the ass-fuck, but it was no good. Her pussy had been more than wet enough to cover Roland's cock with her juices and his prick sank into her shitter with sickening force. Her muscles trembled, her ass jerked and she sobbed deep into Zenda's cunt as the pain soared out of her shitter.
"Yeahhhh!" Roland gasped, ramming his cock deeper, pulling it back, then fucking into the helpless nurse's ass again.
He was fucked more than three quarters into her asshole and her stretched thighs shook with passion as Zenda leaned down on them harder. Then Roland's enormous fuck-rod plunged into her ass to the balls and he held it there, churning it around, leaning hard on the captive nurse.
Hazel gasped, her head spinning with a mixture of shame and submissive passion as she sucked at Zenda's pussy and had her ass reamed out by Roland. Her body was trembling and pushing at the cock, her ass spasming in painful passion with each ramming fuck into her ass-guts.
She felt that same dark passion surging around in her body and wanted to fight it. But the sheer shame of what she suffered was turning her on, not just the fucking itself. She was being used, totally used for their pleasure-and that sent shivering arrows of submissive lust through the chestnut-haired nurse. She heaved her large tits up at Zenda's ass as the dominatrix straddled her, sucking at the woman's wet cunt as well as she could. Her ass throbbed harder over the cock churning away in it, and she gave herself up to her shameful lusts.
"Hey, guys, how about some action over here?" Desiree called out as she held onto Sandra's legs and pushed her cunt on the brunette's face. "This one needs some extra, too."
Sandra had been slowly boiling at the humiliation she was forced to suffer, and that pushed her over the top. Even knowing that she would be whipped couldn't stop her from jerking her legs straight, slamming them out of Desiree's grip and then twisting out from under the hateful blonde.
Desiree screamed in rage, turning and tearing at Sandra, but she wasn't in Zenda's class and Sandra was out of her mind with fury. Despite the collar, Sandra gripped Desiree's hair and turned her onto her back, pinning her down, tearing at her baby-doll nightie, ripping it away in strips, biting at the little blonde's flesh.
"Get her off me!" Desiree screeched, twisting desperately, trying to get away from the insanely strong Sandra. She screamed as Sandra held her hair and forced her down to the bed with one hand, hitting and slapping at her with the other.
Instead of pulling Sandra away, Greg loosened the chain holding her collar. With a scream of triumph, the brunette lunged up and gripped Desiree with her thighs, straddling her as the blonde had done to her.
"Bitch, I'll kill you!" Sandra screamed, throwing the chain that had held her to the bed aside and slapping Desiree across the face, her hand slamming back and forth in her fury.
"Get her off me! Help!" Desiree screamed, trying to protect her face.
"Your problem," Greg said, leaning back on the wall, watching with an amused expression.
"Get her off me!" Desiree wailed, almost begging this time. She twisted and turned, but Sandra was too strong for her.
"Bitch!" Sandra gasped.
She reached for Desiree's tits with her free hand. She slapped the twin tit-globes about, getting a screech from Desiree. Then she gripped Desiree's nipples, pulling, tearing at them in her fury.
"What do you want?" Greg whispered in Sandra's ear.
Sandra shuddered and pulled at Desiree's nipple. "I wanna get out of here!" she screamed, turning to Greg, her face twisted with terrible desires.
"You can't get out of here," he chuckled. "Too many people wanna fuck you."
"Aaaagghhh!" Sandra screamed in terrible fury. "You bitch!"
She was gripping the blonde's hair, pulling her head right down into the bed. Sandra found to her own amazement that she was working her pussy up over Desiree's tits, heading for her face. She was confused, almost out of her mind.
"You pay, bitch!" she snarled as she slammed her cunt over Desiree's mouth. "Suck it, cunt! Feel what it's like!" She gasped and gripped Desiree's hair, pulling the blonde's mouth hard onto her cunt.
"Oh, she knows how to suck cunt," Greg said, leaning in and running his hand over Sandra's heaving tits. "That's fine, you can have her. But you have to get us off, too."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snarled, and she pushed his hands off her tits.
"Mistake, bitch," he said levelly. "You don't say no to anybody you can't beat. So you don't say no to me."
"Shut up!" Sandra snapped as she gripped Desiree's hair and rammed her cunt harder down on the blonde's mouth. The chain holding her to the bed rattled, but she didn't notice it.
"Don't fuck this up," Greg warned. "You're doing great, you stuck-up, shit-faced whore, but don't fuck it up. Now, you suck my cock, bitch."
He threw his robe aside and got up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread around Desiree's head and over Sandra's thighs, his cock sticking up, an enormous pole of rigid cock-meat.
Sandra looked around and there was Chuck, holding the cane, waiting for her to lean forward and suck Greg's cock. The brunette nurse shivered and gasped as a surge of depraved lust washed over her at the sight of the thin wooden rod. Keeping her grip on Desiree's hair with one hand, she leaned forward, her mouth coming down until her soft lips brushed over Greg's cock-head. She held his cock-shaft, her body trembling as the cane slid over her crimson ass-cheeks.
"You have to be punished, don't you?" Greg said, his big cock throbbing at Sandra's lips.
"Fuck off, you bastard!" Sandra snarled, but she worked her lips over his massive round cock-knob.
"Give her a good thrashing," Greg urged, leaning back against the headboard, his cock sinking deeper into Sandra's sucking mouth.
Sandra tensed, her grip on Desiree's hair even tighter, her cunt running hot juices all over the blonde's face. Desiree was struggling as hard as she could, gripping Sandra's ass, scratching, trying to lift the strong brunette off her face. But the pain hardly registered with Sandra. All her ass knew was the cane, running slowly over it.
"Get your hands away, or get 'em whipped, you stupid bitch!" Chuck growled at Desiree.
With a sob, Desiree conceded defeat, at least for the moment. She took her hands away from Sandra's ass and lay there, sucking at Sandra's cunt, suffering the pain in her hair as the brunette twisted her fingers deeper into it.
The cane lashed into Sandra's bare ass, beating a thin line across the painfully whipped flesh. Sandra jerked and screamed around Greg's cock with the pain, but the surge of perverse lust that rushed over her took her breath away. It soared through her body, making her pussy run hot juices as it shuddered on Desiree's mouth. Her ass shook and thrust up for the next blow, and her lips sank to the hairy base of Greg's prick. She sobbed and trembled, seeing for the first time the terrible truth about who she really might be.
"No, nooo, nooooo!" she moaned around Greg's cock as the cane lashed her ass again.