Chapter 8
When Hazel and Sandra emerged from the bedroom about twenty minutes later, Hazel was shivering a little with suppressed desire and Sandra was plainly furious. The reason for the different reactions was the same. Zenda had made them wear fantasy nurse uniforms that made the ones they used to wear seem respectable.
Now, on top of the white five-inch heels and mesh stockings, the hems of the little dress uniforms just reached the tops of their stockings and the lacy suspender straps showed with every movement they made. The uniforms were dresses, buttoned down the front, tight at the waist, cut very low, showing the lacy tops of their white bras and slips. Their hair had been set in flattering styles, and they wore little white hats.
Hazel knew that the outfit was sure to arouse the lust of their captors, and that thought sent the shivering submissive arousal through her. Her lovely tits heaved as she walked and her long shapely legs were a little unsteady in the high heels.
Hazel was furious, thinking that one giggle out of Desiree and she would kill the little bitch.
Zenda led them into the main room to a chorus of cheers from the doctors and pushed them to the far side of the sunken area, beyond the terrible rail, close to the kitchen and the large wooden table. Desiree poked her head out of the kitchen, but didn't comment. Hazel looked around at the massive wood-lined room with the pillars and shivered.
"Serve them all," Zenda said.
The woman sat at the table with the men, grinning at them, still in her robe. Her big tits were showing, and all the young men noticed, their eyes on her tits with a certain strange desire. But Zenda ignored them.
Hazel and Sandra were waved to the kitchen where Desiree, who looked as sulky as Sandra, pushed two plates at them.
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Sandra exploded at once, pushing the plate off the table. It clashed to the floor and broke.
"You bitch! She broke the plate! Guys, she. . . aaahhh!"
Desiree reeled back as Sandra attacked her, slapping and hitting with everything she had.
Instantly Roland was on his feet, rushing to the kitchen, where Hazel was already picking up the plate and clearing the ham and eggs.
"Break it up!" he snapped.
But the two girls ignored him. Sandra had a grip on Desiree's blouse and was tearing it off, ripping it down the front, showing the lacy cups of the blonde's bra.
"Last warning-break it up!" Roland yelled.
Desiree screamed and tore at Sandra's uniform dress, but Sandra slapped her across the face, driving her to the wall.
Roland grabbed Sandra, twisted her away. Malcolm gripped Desiree by the arm as she screamed at Sandra.
"That's six strokes each. Over the table, now," Roland ordered.
Desiree opened her mouth but shut it again.
"Walk to the table, bend over and take it, and it's six," Roland went on. "Any more shit, and it's twelve. And, if I have to tie you up, it's two blow-jobs with the rod. Work it out."
Desiree broke into sobs. "Please, Roland, please, you know I can't take ..."
"Now, or else."
"So you can't take it, huh, you little wimp shit," Sandra spat at Desiree. "Fuck it! I'll take hers as well, as long as you let me at her after."
She turned silverware to the side and spread her legs. Then she bent at the waist slowly, sliding the hem of her uniform up over her ass as she went down, revealing the white of her thighs, the lacy suspender straps and then the crimson, bruised cheeks of her ass. Even through the tiny stretched white panties, the men could see the red lines where her skin had broken under the assault of the rod.
"Anytime, boys," she said, rocking gently, her ass swaying, her legs straight and deliriously stretched.
"Don't let her at me, please! She's crazy!" Desiree begged Roland, turning and sliding her hand into his robe and stroking his cock. "I'll do anything you want, anything!"
"Bend over," Roland said, "or she gets the twelve and gets you afterwards."
"Oh, no, Roland! You wouldn't, you . . ."
"Now," Roland said levelly.
Desiree moaned and burst into tears, but she went slowly to the table. The men made her lean over it on the opposite side from Sandra so that the two could see each other. Sandra stared at Desiree's face without blinking, but Desiree kept her eyes lowered as she bent down, spreading her legs for her punishment. She let her skirt stay where it was, the hem near the tops of her thighs, but still protecting her ass.
"I'll get you, bitch!" she hissed, very low.
"You can't take it, wimpy cunt!" Sandra snarled back. "I'm gonna get you, because I don't care what they do to me. I can take it."
She stared, but Desiree kept her eyes down.
Hazel had finished cleaning up the mess and now she waited nervously in the kitchen, wondering what her punishment would be.
Roland called her over. "Now you gotta suck two cocks off while we whip these two," he said. "If you don't do it in the six, then you'll keep going until you do. And whichever of these two bitches gets the extra strokes, she can give the same to you afterwards."
Hazel nodded and trembled.
"Which two guys do you want to suck?" Roland asked.
It had to be a trap of some kind, Hazel was sure. She looked around at the men. Roland and Greg had already come in the bedroom, so they would be difficult to bring off. At least one other doctor had shot his cum-load that morning. Hazel remembered the cum oozing from Desiree's cunt. So it would be pure guesswork. She glanced round and decided that Kevin looked particularly horny and anxious.
"Kevin," she said.
"And?"
"Malcolm." He'd watched all the fucking in the bedroom without coming, so he might be ready to shoot.
"Okay, guys, pick your weapons," Roland said.
Kevin and Malcolm got up and went over to the closet. Kevin came back with the single-tailed whip. Malcolm had the cat.
"I'm taking her," Malcolm said, pointing at Sandra.
Kevin just smiled and walked over to Desiree, running his hands over her thighs, easing her skirt up over her ass.
"You wanna go first?" Malcolm asked.
"No, I like watching," Kevin said.
"Okay," Malcolm agreed.
Hazel went over to Malcolm immediately. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands into his robe, holding his cock, sliding her fingers over it at once. She eased the sides of her uniform away, revealing more of her cleavage for him. He glanced down and his cock throbbed harder in her fingers, so she knew she'd made the right move. She lowered her head and slid her lips over his cock-head, sucking at it with a passion born both of her terror of the whip and the desperate, slave passion that was running wild in her.
Malcolm took the cat and swung it, but not at Sandra's ass. The knotted tails swept down, brushing the floor before they beat upwards, right on the brunette's pussy and upper thighs.
Sandra gave a gasp, her ass jerking, her thighs spreading wider as the knots left points of deep red among the crimson lines on her thighs.
"One," Malcolm said. He swung the cat again, beating the tails into Sandra's pussy. "Two."
Sandra gave a moan of such perverse desire that Hazel almost choked. From the corners of her eyes, she glanced at her friend as the brunette rocked against the table, her upper thighs a burning red, her ass beating back as the lust surged through her.
"Three!"
"Urrrrhhhh!" Sandra growled, her ass and pussy vibrating with her lust as the agony surged through her body.
Even through the little white panties, they could all see the deep red of the whip marks. In a display of terrible, wanton lust, she spread her thighs even wider, pushing her pussy out for more of the cat. Her long, slim legs trembled in the white stockings, the curves tightened to perfection by the high heels.
Hazel ran her mouth down Malcolm's fucker, taking his cock-head into her throat, sucking at it as hard as she could, letting her throat muscles work his throbbing prick. She knew they all wanted that, and it was easy for her now. But she also knew that Malcolm wasn't going to come in the six strokes of the whip. Moaning with horror, she sank her throat deeper, taking more than the three quarters of the cock-shaft through her lips, sucking at it, caressing his balls with her fingers. The cock throbbed and swelled, but still she knew that Malcolm wasn't going to shoot in time. "Four!"
"Aaahahhh, you fucker!" Sandra gurgled, her pussy and thighs almost vibrating, they were moving so fast to the demands of her terrible passion.
"Admit it, whore! You love the whip!" Malcolm yelled. "Five!"
"Urrrghhh! Love it? Fuck off, you shit-faced prick!" Sandra screamed. "I'm gonna visit you in jail fucker! But I can take it, I can take anything you hand out, fucker! Dick-faced fucker . . . aaahhhh!"
"Six! And your friend still hasn't sucked me off."
"Go on, cunt-face! Show me what you can do!" Sandra taunted. She turned her head, spreading her ass out for him. "Come on, you disgusting, ass-brained jerk! Hazel, stop sucking him. He'll fuckin' shoot if he whips me more than a couple more times. Wouldn't want him to show up as the shit-eating jerk he is!" She laughed and lay back on the table, pulling her uniform up, her thighs spread, waiting, her little cunt throbbing through the material of her panties. The crotch of her briefs was already wet.
"You stuck-up cunt!" Malcolm bellowed, lashing the cat upward, into Sandra's spread pussy. "I'll show you! I'll make you crawl, you little whore!"
Hazel heard Zenda laugh, but that wasn't the cock-sucking nurse's main concern. She sank her mouth to the hairy base of Malcolm's cock, working it in her clenching throat for all she was worth. She slid one hand around to Malcolm's ass, holding him close, making sure his cock stayed deep in her throat.
"You bitch, you ass-lickin' bitch!" Malcolm yelled, lashing Sandra's cunt with the cat.
The knotted tails were sweeping down and up in a circle, lashing through Sandra's spread cunt-gash at each stroke. He had lost control of his rage, but he had also lost control of his cock. It throbbed and pulsed in Hazel's throat as the cum boiled out of his balls and surged up his prick-shaft.
"Aaahhh, you bitch!" he bellowed.
"See? See, he's coming!" Sandra screamed, her ass jerking as she began to climax. "Keep going, fuck-face! I wanna finish coming! Don't leave me hanging, you shit-brained jerk!"
She came hard, gasping and moaning, her ass trembling.
"Yaaaaaaaahhh!" Malcolm bellowed, lashing the cat through Sandra's cunt, his arm circling as the cum gushed out of his cock into Hazel's throat.
Hazel moaned and sucked as her throat filled with hot cock-cream. She leaned back a little, holding his cock-shaft, letting her mouth bring the spunk out of his cock. His cum gushed and rolled over her tongue and the hot salty taste sent shivers of passion through her. She trembled, wanting to rub her pussy while she swirled the cum around in her mouth. Another hot pulse of cum poured over her tongue as Malcolm yelled and whipped Sandra with all his strength.
Sandra screamed with fuck-lust, her pulses of climax bursting in her like hot rushes of molten lava. She tossed and heaved, thrusting her pussy out for the whip, heaving her ass up, spreading her thighs as far as they would go.
"Yeahhhh! Better, fucker, better!" she screamed.
Malcolm gave a great yell as the last gobs of his cum-load gushed into Hazel's mouth. He swung the cat as hard as he could, four strokes, beating through Sandra's cunt furiously. The brunette nurse gave a screech of climax and dropped to the tabletop as the whip stopped. She looked up at Desiree, but the little blonde had her head down, her tears wetting the tabletop.
Hazel gasped, sucking the last drops of cum as they oozed from Malcolm's piss-slit. She was trembling helplessly, knowing that it was her turn for a beating. But her pussy was wet, even in her terror.
"How many was that? I lost count," Roland said.
"Fuck if I know," Malcolm gasped, running his slowly collapsing cock in and out of Hazel's cummy lips.
"So, how many does she get?" Roland wanted to know. "It must be at least twenty."
"Fuck off!" Sandra snapped as she rose from the table. Brazenly, she walked over to where Hazel knelt, her mouth still around Malcolm's cock. "Had enough of her?"
"Yeah, good blow-job," Malcolm said, watching the arrogant brunette cautiously.
"Get up, darling," Sandra said softly.
Hazel didn't know what to do, but she got up, her lovely tits thrusting out of the top of her fantasy uniform. Her eyes were down as Sandra lifted her chin and kissed her right on her cum-slimed mouth. Hazel stiffened, then moaned as Sandra slid a hand around her neck and pulled her close, moving her other hand over her lovely tits.
"Oh, fuck, I've wanted to do this for so long," Sandra moaned. "Just didn't know it." She flicked her tongue through Hazel's slowly opening lips, kissing her with rising passion.
Hazel moaned as her insides went buttery and her pussy drooled warm juices. She clung tighter to Sandra, her arms around her neck, kissing her wildly, her tongue flicking out. Her tits throbbed with the pleasure of Sandra's fingers as they caressed her tit-flesh, twisting her nipples hard enough to make the young nurse moan with surging lust.
"Just stay right where you are," Sandra whispered as she worked her other hand down, under the hem of Hazel's uniform and right to her wet pussy, caressing the sensitive cunt-flesh through her panties.
The effect was startling. Hazel gasped and gave a moan of orgasm as she came, her cunt throbbing on Sandra's fingers, her tits pressing into Sandra's other hand as the brunette brought her off, right in front of the watchers.
Zenda sat with an arrogant grin on her face. Desiree clutched the table and wept. The men stared with open lust.
"Ohhhhh!" Hazel sighed as the rippling orgasms faded to a low purr of pleasure from her pussy. Her mouth came off Sandra's and she clung to her friend's neck, moaning gently.
"Now for that bitch," Sandra said with a wicked grin.
Hazel let go of her and Sandra turned. Without waiting longer, she led Hazel around the table to where Kevin waited, the whip in one hand, his other hand playing over Desiree's ass as she moaned and wept on the table.
Hazel sank to her knees at once and eased Kevin's cock out, sliding her mouth over it, caressing and licking. She knew Desiree wouldn't let her free if she didn't get Kevin to shoot off inside the six strokes, and the thought of the whip drove her to suck even harder at his stiff cock.
Sandra slid Desiree's dress up farther, working her hands over Desiree's ass. "Just making sure," she said.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Desiree screamed, turning to get at Sandra until the brunette slammed her back down to the tabletop.
"You gotta take six, whore," Sandra spat, pulling at Desiree's blouse, ripping it more.
Desiree started to turn again.
"You get off that table, you'll be in trouble," Roland warned.
Desiree flailed her hands back at Sandra. "But she's . . ."
"Tough shit!" Roland snapped.
Desiree collapsed back to the table, sobbing as Sandra pushed her skirt back up out of the way again, revealing the un-whipped, creamy white of Desiree's cute ass in the little panties.
"Not bad," Sandra said, sliding her finger in the ass-crack, pushing Desiree's panties deeper. "Six, bitch."
"I'll get you," Desiree sobbed, her legs trembling.
All this time, Hazel had been sucking at Kevin's cock and it was already swelling in her mouth. She glanced thankfully at Sandra, but her friend was leaning on the table, taunting Desiree as Kevin lined the whip up.
"You'll scream with the first one, wimp," Sandra snarled as the whip curled in the air and the single tail bit into Desiree's firm ass-cheeks.
Desiree leaped, jerking, her fingers scratching at the tabletop in her agony. She moaned, her body twisting, her legs trembling. But she managed not to scream. She gasped and sank back to the tabletop, the red line all across her ass.
"Not bad," Sandra commented. "Managed to hold it in?"
"Stop her! Stop the bitch!" Desiree sobbed, tears running down her cheek as she waited for the next blow.
"One," Kevin said as he curled the whip through the air for the next blow.
Hazel sucked at his cock, her knees spread on the floor, her pussy itching and throbbing to be rubbed again. Her head was spinning, but she felt more in control, and she wasn't sure why. Her fingers played with his throbbing cock-shaft while she slid his big round cock- knob into her throat, working it with increased ease and confidence.
"Two!" Kevin yelled, his cock fucking faster at Hazel's mouth.
Desiree screamed as the whip cut her ass and the agony erupted through her. She gasped and wailed, her body lurching. Her ass was turning red as the lines of pain spread over her white flesh.
Hazel felt Kevin's cock-head spasm in her throat, and suddenly she understood why she was so confident now. She could bring Kevin off anytime she wanted. She gasped, knowing that she could suck and fuck her way out of any trouble now. But she didn't want Kevin to shoot just yet. She wanted to keep him on the boil. With a moan, she slid her mouth back, holding her lips at his cock-head swirling her tongue around the hard prick-flesh while her fingers caressed and slowed him down, making him move to her tempo.
"Three!" Kevin gasped, lashing the whip into Desiree's heaving ass.
Desiree screamed and wept, her red ass throbbing.
"Casually, Sandra pushed the little skirt back out of the way of the whip.
"Having a good time?" she asked, smiling nastily, her other hand under the hem of Desiree's uniform, rubbing her cunt with undisguised lust.
"You cunt! I'll get you! I'll . . . aaagghhhh!" Desiree screeched, jerking and jumping, her legs shaking and kicking.
"Four!" Kevin yelled, the whip curling above his head, ready to strike.
As the whip curled in for the fifth stroke, Hazel sank her mouth back down Kevin's cock, taking it right into her throat in one go. Kevin yelled as the whip struck, the cum gushing out of his prick.
"Five!" he yelled over Desiree's scream of agony.
The cum gushed into Hazel's throat. She kept it there, making the creamy slime back up over Kevin's cock-head as the spurts shot from his piss-slit.
"Six!" he yelled, spunk gushing from his cock, backing up into Hazel's mouth.
The whip lashed Desiree's trembling ass. The little blonde screamed and collapsed, sobbing on the table. Sandra laughed and walked away. Kevin stared down at Hazel as she held his cock to her lips, her fingers rolling the cum out of his piss-slit in streams, smearing it all over her mouth. Her eyes were downcast, but she made sure he could see every drop of his cock-cream as it spurted over her lips and her submissive tongue licked it away greedily, into her mouth.
"Fuuuuuuck!" he gasped.