Chapter 2
"Nooo, don't make me do that!" Queenie wailed as the two massive cops grinned at her.
"Sir!" Norman snapped.
"Please, don't make me do that, sir," Queenie sobbed. There were several thick gobs of cum on her tits and she stared down at them with revulsion. "Ohhh no, please, don't, not that again!" she screamed as she was picked up and hustled across to the rope hanging from the pipe.
All her protests were in vain. In a matter of seconds she was hanging from the rope again, her arms straining, her feet just flapping on the floor.
"I'll do it!" she screamed, "I'll do it!"
"Sir!" Norman snapped again. He drew back his belt and lashed Queenie's ass, the slap ringing around the room.
"Uurgghh! I'll do it, sir!" Queenie screamed. "No, not again, nooaaagghh!"
"Gonna teach you manners, young lady," Norman said grimly. "Say, thank you, sir, every time I whip you. When you've said it ten times, I'll stop."
The belt lashed into Queenie's ass and she screamed, twisting on the rope. The belt lashed in again, driving another thick red stripe across her creamy white ass flesh.
"Aaaagghhh, thank you, sir!" she screamed.
"Good. Hold her legs open, Ian."
"Nooo, aaghhh, thank you, sir!" Queenie screamed in agony, her body jerking on the rope.
Ian took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, until the young girl's feet were hardly on the floor at all. The belt lashed her ass.
"Ooohh, thank you, sir!" Queenie sobbed.
The belt changed direction. Norman slung it downward, then swept it up, to crash between Queenie's open thighs, right onto the soft flesh of her pussy.
"Owwww!" She sobbed, her body shaking helplessly. "T-thank you, sir!"
"Hold your own legs open," Norman snapped. "It doesn't count if Ian has to hold them."
The belt lashed Queenie's ass, jerking her as she wept and screamed. The next blow landed on her pussy, the tail of the belt whipping her panties into her flesh until the curly mound of her pussy could be clearly seen.
"T-thank you, sir!" Queenie sobbed as the belt cut her ass. The belt came back, lashing her cunt, and she screamed in agony. "Uuurrgghhh! Thank you, sir."
"How many's that?" Norman asked as he lashed her again.
"Dunno," Ian said, "call it five."
"Okay," Norman said and whipped the screaming teenager again. She sobbed and thanked him. Another four blows went in and Queenie somehow thanked Norman for all of them, twisting on the ropes in agony.
"Good," Norman said, "one more." He laid into her ass viciously.
"Aaaggghhhh! Thank you, sir!" Queenie screamed and hung there, her legs still wide open, her body heaving with pain.
Norman walked around to the sobbing teenager. Cum still ran over her tits and down her stomach. He slid the tail of the belt up, catching several gobs of it on the warm leather that had lashed Queenie's ass and pussy.
"Lick it off," he said.
Queenie moaned. Her eyes stared at him as the tail of the belt approached her mouth. She flicked her tongue out and licked the cum off the leather, swallowing it quickly, gagging on the thick, salty goo.
Norman took the belt down again and drew some more of Ronald's cum onto the tail. Queenie licked that off, weeping all the time.
"Okay," Norman said and let the weeping schoolgirl down. "Let's see how well you've learned. Some of it went on the floor. Crawl over and lick it up."
There were several gobs of cum on the floor. Some of it was mixed in with the dust and dirt, but Norman didn't let Queenie off any of it. He stood over her as the terrified, weeping schoolgirl licked the goo up, swallowing it until it was all gone.
"Good," he said and gave her ass a lash of the belt to make his point. He put his foot on the moaning teenager's neck. "Now, what do you do if a guy shoots in your mouth?"
"I, sw-swallow it," Queenie said, sobbing helplessly.
The belt lashed her ass.
"What did you say?" Norman snapped.
"I, sw-swallow it!" Queenie screamed.
The belt lashed her again.
"I swallow it, sir!" Queenie shrieked.
"Good," Norman said, "you're learning. Now get up, take your panties off and sit in that chair, hands on the back of it, and don't move."
"Yes, sir," Queenie gasped and scrambled over to the chair the moment the pressure came off the back of her neck.
"Now," Norman said, "let's see the other one."
Justine stayed where she was, trembling in horror. She didn't want to do a thing to upset them.
"Come here," Norman said.
Justine rushed to do as she was told. She stood in front of the two cops, her tits heaving out of her dress, her bra hanging down her sides.
"Take the dress off," Ian said.
"Y-yes, sir." Justine grabbed for her dress, trying to drag it off.
"Slowly!" Ian snapped.
"Yes, sir," Justine moaned. She slipped the dress down her trembling arms and let it fall to the dirty floor. She faced them in just her bra and her panties.
Ian pulled the bra down her arms and off. He slid his hands over her tits, playing with them, squeezing the nipples. Justine moaned and shrank away from him.
"Don't you love having a real man touch your tits?" He grinned.
"Y-y-y-yes, sir," Justine stammered.
"Then hold them out to me," he said silkily.
Justine tried, but her tits felt as if electric shocks were going through them at the touch of his hands. Suddenly he took hold of her nipples and squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Aaaaahhh!" Justine moaned as the pressure mounted and pain shot through her swelling tits.
"Tell me how you love it," Ian said, tightening his grip further.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Justine choked as agony rushed through her body. "I love it, sir!"
"Good." He released his fingers. "Now get on the table and he on your back with your head over this end. Move!"
Justine scrambled up onto the table, fear echoing through her whole body. She lay on her back, her head just at the end.
"Pull your legs up and spread them," Ian said.
Justine did as she was told. The black triangle of her cuntal hair showed through her thin panties. Norman ran a finger over the stretched material.
"Whadaya think?" he said as Justine trembled under his touch. Ian grinned and slid his own belt out of his pants waistband. "I think these tits will look real good, all red and sore, hey?" Norman chuckled.
"Oh no, please, sir, I did what you told me!" Justine wept. She stared at the thick leather of the belt as Ian wrapped the buckle end around his hand.
"But you tried to escape, didn't you?" he asked softly. He took the belt and drew it slowly across Justine's large soft tits.
"Y-yes, sir, but I was-"
"Didn't you?"
"Yes, sir." Justine sobbed helplessly. She was staring right at the massive bulge in Ian's pants.
"So you deserve to be punished, don't you?" Ian slowly dragged the belt across Justine's tit-flesh.
"Ohhhh, please, sir, no not... aagghhhh!" Justine leaped on the table as the thick belt lashed her tits, slapping them across her chest, leaving thick red welts across them. "Yes, yes, sir, I deserve it!"
"Hold your ankles," he said, drawing the belt across Justine's tits again.
Justine wept with terror as she did what she was told, holding her ankles, with her legs spread wide apart above her head.
The belt swung above her terrified eyes, and she tried not to flinch as it came down, lashing right at her tits. The thick leather beat into her flesh, the sharp slap ringing around the room. Agony echoed out of her tits, sending her into a horrible scream of pain. She gripped her ankles tightly and somehow that helped as she bucked on the table, her back arcing in pain. The belt came down again, cutting her flesh, beating thick crimson lines into Justine's deliciously large tits.
"Aaaaaagghhhh!" Justine wailed, gripping her legs tight, heaving up and down on the table, her body bouncing the thick wooden legs around on the concrete floor. Another blow lashed her tits, driving her out of her mind with pain.
Norman stepped up to Queenie in the chair. "Undo my pants."
The trembling blonde reached out and unzipped his pants. She reached in and moaned as she touched a massive cock, inches bigger than Ronald's, standing thick and ready.
"Take it out," Norman said.
Queenie gurgled with suppressed fear as she eased the monster cock out. There were ten inches of it at least, and the shaft was as thick as her hand.
"Wouldn't you love to suck that?" Norman said.
"Y-yes," Queenie whispered in terror. Instantly Norman grabbed her hair and bent her back, heaving her young tits out. "Yes, sir!" Queenie screamed. "Yes, sir, yes, yes, aaaagghhh!"
"You gotta learn," Norman said as he whipped his belt over Queenie's tits.
"Yes, sir, sir, sir!" she shrieked and Norman stopped.
"Wouldn't you love to suck it?" Norman asked, his cock inches from Queenie's mouth.
"Yes, sir, oh yes, sir!" Queenie gasped. She put out her hand and took the shaft, reaching her mouth out for the bulbous cockhead.
"Did I tell you to suck it?" he snapped, gripping her hair again.
"No, but I thought, sir, that's what you wanted!" Queenie screamed. She wept as she was pulled back and the belt lashed her tits again, sending her into paroxysms of pain.
"Now, what have you learned?" Norman asked.
"I mustn't do anything, sir, not until you tell me to," Queenie sobbed, clutching her tits, caressing the painful flesh.
"Good. Now, would you like to suck my cock?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" Queenie wept.
"Very well, now you can," Norman said cruelly. He laughed as the terrified schoolgirl leaned forward frantically and sucked his massive cockhead into her tiny mouth. It filled her cheeks, making her gag with its size. Norman let her do it for a while and then pulled her slowly back by the hair. Her mouth was just at the tip, licking over his swollen cockhead. "What do you do when a man shoots in your mouth, little girl?"
"I swallow it, sir," Queenie wept.
"Close enough. The right answer is whatever he says. If he says to take it all over your face, you do that, got it?"
"Yes, sir," Queenie moaned.
"Good, you've got a ways to go, but we'll train you. Now get up and lean over that table face down, there's enough room. I'm gonna have your cunt. I love young cunt like yours."
"Yes, sir," Queenie wept.
She got up and walked over to the table. It was a terrible sight. Justine was still shrieking with pain, clutching her ankles with each blow of the belt across her swollen, crimson tits.
"Now I'm, gonna fuck you," Ian said, "say thank you."
"But I'm a virgin, sir, please!" Justine wailed.
"What?" Instantly, Ian rushed around the table, pushing Queenie aside, and tore Justine's panties away, ripping them to shreds in an instant. Without another word he shoved his finger at her pussy, pushing it in over the terrified, dry walls. He pushed up farther until he came up against the tight drum of Justine's cherry. "Fuck me!"
"Boy, will Verna thank us," Norman said. "That'll put the bidding sky high, and us on thirty percent. Fuck!"
"Can't screw that up," Ian said. "Still, she can blow me, that'll do." He came back to Justine's face. "Well, little girl, you're a real find. How would you like to blow me?"
"Ohhhh, yes, sir, yes, sir!" Justine sobbed.
Ian reached for his pants and unzipped them, taking out his massive cock, almost as long and thick as Norman's. He played it close to Justine's mouth. "When I come, what do you do?"
"I swallow it, sir," Justine wept.
"Good, we understand each other. Fuck me up like our friend fucked Ronald up, and you'll be on the rope, getting a real going over, got that?"
"Y-yes, sir," Justine said. She stared at the cockhead as it got closer and touched her lips. Terrified out of her mind, she licked it, and felt it quiver. With a grunt Ian pushed and the thick bulbous knob slid into Justine's mouth. She gagged as the huge thing forced her mouth to open. She ran her tongue over it and that seemed to please him. He pushed it in until it reached the entrance to her throat. Then he just eased it in and out a little, letting her mouth work on it.
To Justine's surprise it wasn't half as bad as she'd thought it would be. The cock was thick and rubbery, pushing relentlessly at her throat. But there was something almost comforting in having her mouth so full of male cockmeat. She lay on the table, her legs spread wide, gripping her ankles, her eyes closed, sucking the massive prick.
"Over," Norman said and pushed Queenie forward.
With a moan, the little blonde bent at the waist and went forward over the table, close to Justine.
Norman's cockhead slid over the entrance of her pussy. She moaned at the thought of that massive cock invading her cunt. She was sure it would split her in two. Norman slapped her ass and she shrieked, jumping on the table.
"Ready little girl?" he yelled.
"Yes, sir," Queenie wept.
With a chuckle he pushed and his thick cockhead thrust at her pussy, working in as Queenie shrieked and heaved up on the table. The force of his invasion made her pussy walls stretch and tremble in pain. Another massive heave and he was several inches inside her pussy.
"Ooohhhh, God!" Queenie moaned, clutching the table top.
"Don'cha love it?" Norman yelled as he heaved more of his thick cock into the young girl's cunt.
"Yes, sir, yesssss!" Queenie screamed, her feet heaving off the floor as his next ramming thrust carried him almost all the way into her cunt. Her pussy was bursting with thick cock, the massive prick rasping over her stretched and throbbing walls as Norman heaved back, his cock almost out of her cunt, and then rammed back in.
"How ya doin'?" Norman yelled at Ian.
"Fuck!" Ian gasped as he slid his cock back into Justine's submissive mouth. "I'm gonna shoot real soon."
"Damn right!" Norman yelled, his cock pumping in and out of Queenie's pussy. "And this one's so fuckin' tight, ohhhhh fuck!" His cock speeded up, fucking in and out faster and harder.
Ian gripped Justine's tits, squeezing them, sending sharp pangs of pain over the helpless girl as he fucked his cock into her mouth, ramming it harder to the back of her throat.
"Ooookay, little girl!" he yelled. "Get ready to swallow lots of cum, heeere it comes!"
His cock pistoned in and out, swelling in Justine's horrified mouth as the young girl clung to her ankles and prayed that she could swallow it all. She felt his cockshaft swelling as the cum pumped down it.
"Yeahhhhh! Here it comes up your cunt, whore!" Norman yelled as he pumped his cock into Queenie's soft pussy. The young blonde moaned as she gripped the table top, her pussy a spasming mass of pain. Suddenly Norman leaned over her, his cock thrust right to the top of her pussy as massive gobs of cum gushed out of it, mashing into her cunt.
"Uuurrggggg!" he yelled, his hips heaving, bashing Queenie's hips into the edge of the table. "Uuurrggg, yeahhhhh!" Norman panted, his cock spouting cum, pistoning in and out of her helpless body as he spent himself.
On her back on the table, Justine shuddered as she felt Ian's cock heaving. Then it happened, she had a mouthful of hot salty cum. It gushed out, she swallowed compulsively and some of the horrible sticky stuff went down her throat.
"Yaaaaa!" Ian yelled, his cock pumping at her mouth, his hands twisting her nipples as he shot. "Take it all, little girl, take it all!"
His cock shot another massive dose of jism, and Justine choked, somehow managing to swallow more of the gooey cum. Gobs of it formed at her lips, but she swallowed again and licked her tongue out, taking it in as Ian rammed home, almost invading her throat as he yelled and shot another hot wad of jism.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" he bellowed. He gave a great final pump, gushing more cum down Justine's throat, and then pulled back so that his cock was just at her lips as it oozed the final gobs. "Lick it up, little girl. I like to watch."
It was desperate humiliation for Justine. Gobs of sticky goo formed at his cockslit and she had to lick them off and swallow them. She wept as she did it, but again, she found that it wasn't so bad in the end. The stuff tasted fresh, and went down her throat easily.
Norman leaned over Queenie's twisting body, his cock slowly pumping around in her twitching cunt. "Not bad. We'd better get these two over to Verna's."