Chapter 5

"Again!" Verna lashed the rod into Justine's ass with terrible fury.

"Aaagghhh!" Justine lurched on the ropes. Her straining arms pulled at the springs they were tied to, and the massive dildo rammed higher into her cunt. There was a smear of blood on the shaft, but the sobbing girl had no time to worry about her lost cherry. The whip cut her. She screamed, leaping up and plunging down on the dildo.

"Fuck yourself with it!" Verna yelled, lashing Justine again. "Come on, whore!"

In desperation Justine began to do as much as she could. It was a constant strain on her arms and legs, but she tried to fuck herself up and down on the dildo. Her thighs trembled, her legs heaved and she pulled with her arms as she did her best to ram the dildo up and down in her cunt. Every few seconds her terrible scream rang around the room as the rod cut her ass.

Queenie wept and sobbed as well. She rammed the man's cock up her cunt, leaping up and down on it, her body seething with new feel­ings. The man grabbed her pert, upright tits, squeezing them, pinching her nipples until she gave a shriek of pain, her pussy slamming up and down on his cock.

"Yeahhh, little girl, tell me how you want it," he growled.

"Yes, yes, master, yes!" Queenie screamed. Her ass still burned from the whipping and the pressure of his fingers on her nipples was terri­ble. But something strange was happening to the little blonde. The rasping of his cock in her hot little cunt was combining with the pain to set off a desperate sensual rage in her. She lunged up and down on his cock, feeling her pussy exploding with emotions she had never felt before.

Verna drew the rod back and lashed Justine's tight, red ass again.

"Down!" she snapped as the screaming schoolgirl lunged at the dildo, driving it deeper into her helpless pussy. Verna laughed at Justine's screams, lashing the girl again. "Don't worry, you little thief, you'll have a real cock up there in a moment."

Justine sobbed as the cane lashed her ass again, driving her pussy deeper onto the huge imitation cock. Her whole body was wracked with pain, surging from her ass and the invading dildo. She screamed at the beat of the rod, and then it stopped. Unable to believe it, the weep­ing girl waited, her pussy still sliding slowly up and down the massive dildo.

One of the men from the audience came up, attended by Diana. Diana's stockings were out of line, her blonde hair was mussed wildly and her dress was creased and had a stream of cum down the front of it. She was grinning wildly as she knelt and caressed the man's cock. Her little dress rode up, revealing that she had lost her panties somewhere.

She wasn't the only one who had lost clothing. Most of the men in the audience were naked, and the man in front of Justine was wearing nothing but his shirt. His big thick cock stuck out, quivering as Diana slid her skillful hands over it.

"Now, how would you like this nice man to fuck you?" Verna asked, stalking close to the bound Justine.

"Y-yes, mistress, of course, mistress, I'd love it," Justine wept.

"Good," Verna said.

The man grinned and Diana let go of his cock. He walked up to Justine, his massive prick swinging from his loins.

"Yeah," he said. He reached out and took hold of the top of Justine's little white slip. "You stole this, didn't you?"

"Yes, master," Justine sobbed.

He ripped it, tearing the material from the neck to the hem. Then he ripped the straps away, jerking Justine's body around as she moaned and wept in shame. He threw the tatters aside and Justine hung on the ropes in nothing but her stockings.

"Okay," he said, "whip the shit while I fuck her, Verna, I like that."

"Oh no, please, mistress," Justine wailed, "I'll do what you want, I will, honest, I just-"

"What?" Verna slammed around on Justine and grabbed her dark hair. "You begged me not to whip you, didn't you?"

"N-no, mistress, I didn't-aaagghgh!"

Verna pulled Justine's head back viciously, thrusting her already whipped tits out. "Hold her!" she snapped to Diana.

"Yes, mistress," Diana gasped and ran for­ward, pulling Justine's head back by the hair even harder.

Justine burst into screams, as she saw Verna lining the rod up on her tits. She craned her head as far as it would go, but that wasn't very far in Diana's grip.

"You begged me not to whip you, didn't you?" Verna snarled, lashing Justine's tits.

"Aaghghhh, yesssss, mistress!" Justine screamed as her tits erupted with more pain.

"Beg me for it!" Verna snapped, lashing the rod down again, catching Justine's tits close to her nipples, thrashing the twin globes down­wards until they bounced up again, another red line of agony across them.

"Ooohhh, please, please whip me-aaaghhh! Mistress, please whip me!" Justine screamed, her body jerking as Diana pulled viciously on her hair.

"Better," Verna said. She turned to the man. "Sorry about that."

"Ohhh, don't worry," he said.

His cock had grown another few inches as he watched Justine getting whipped. Now he came forward and grinned at the helpless girl. His cock pushed at the tight entrance of her pussy.

Justine stared at him through her tear-filled eyes. His relentless gaze sent shivers up her spine as he slowly reached out and caressed her tits, stroking the whipped flesh.

"You know," he said, "if you were a good little girl like Diana, you'd only get punished when you were really bad, hey, Diana?"

"Ohhh, yes, master," Diana said, "but I'm bad such a lot."

"Yes," said Verna, "I see you got cum all over you again."

"Yes, mistress," Diana giggled.

"It can wait," Verna said and Diana giggled again.

But Queenie couldn't wait any longer. The man fucking her was coming, gasping, heaving upward, his cock straining in her cunt, his fingers tightening around her nipples. Queenie screamed as the passions that had built up inside her finally burst out, raging over her aching body.

"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed as the orgasm broke. Her pussy slammed up and down on the cock, sucking at it as the shaft prepared to release the load of cum. Her tits heaved at the man's hands, her body rocked and jumped, pumping at his cock with all her might.

"Fuuuck!" the man bellowed. "The little shit's coming, look at her, she's fuckin' coming!" He thrust Queenie up off the chair as his cock suddenly erupted with cum, the white goo pouring into the blonde's hot little pussy.

All around her, people turned to watch Queenie as she screamed in climax, her pussy throbbing around the man's cock, cum squirt­ing out of her hole and over her thighs.

"Nooooo!" she wailed, as her tits burned with lust and her body erupted, consumed with the raging orgasm.

"Hey, she is, look at this, boys, the little shit's coming, she's coming!" somebody yelled, but even that couldn't stop Queenie.

In a haze of unstoppable lust, she screamed and came, lunging up and down as the man pinched her nipples, squeezing them for all he was worth while his cock poured out the streams of salty goo into her cunt. His cock throbbed as it unloaded the final streams of fuck juice and began to soften, throbbing slightly. Cum oozed high into Queenie's cunt as she moaned, her climax still coming down.

"Lick me clean," he ordered and Queenie almost jumped to obey him. She slid off his cock and down to her knees, taking his cummy cock, licking over it, cleaning it of his jism and her pussy juices.

"Heyyy," another man said, "is she as good a fuck as she looked?"

"Yeah," the man said as she licked at his cock, "but you'd probably better whip her too, she needs that."

"Okay," the second guest said. "Stand up, whore!"

Queenie trembled with fear as she stood up and turned to see a huge man waiting for her. His cock stuck out like a pole and his eyes were fixed on her luscious body.

"Take that nightgown off!"

"Yes, master," Queenie said, close to tears again. She slid the baby doll nightie off, throw­ing it onto the floor.

"Over that table," he said, "on your back, you little whore."

"Yes, master," Queenie wailed and rushed to the table as fast as she could. She lay down on her back, but then began to realize the full horror of what was waiting for her. Another man came up and grabbed her shoulders, pull­ing her around until her head was at the edge of the table. The first man took her legs and stretched them over her head. The other man took them, leaning on her ankles until she moaned with the pain, her legs spread wide around her head, her pussy wide open.

"Suck it," the man at her head said and his cock bobbed at her lips.

With a moan Queenie gave in and let the thick prickmeat run into her mouth. At the same time she felt the pressure of the other man's cock at her pussy lips. He pushed and his big thick cock pushed into her helpless cunt.

The final degradation came to her then. She felt the tails of a cat being drawn across her tits.

She sobbed, knowing the pain to come. In desperation she sucked at the cock, drawing it deeper, hoping the man would shoot soon and it would all be over. But there was more.

Very slowly the man eased his cock back so that his cockhead was just at her lips. "Tell us how you deserve to be whipped because you're a stinking shoplifter."

Queenie screamed. She knew she had to beg for her pain and humiliation. But there was that strange passion surging along with the helpless fury and shame. It rushed to her pussy, mak­ing the walls tremble around the cock as it forced its way in. Her tits tingled, thrusting up against the tails of the cat as they slowly drew across her flesh. She wept as she struggled on the table.

"Please, yes, master, whip me!" she gabbled. "I was wicked, I stole things, please, I deserve it!" She almost collapsed, her body shaking with awful feelings.

Justine had her own terrors. She clung to the ropes as the man's massive great cock slowly invaded her pussy. Her pussy shuddered around the thick cockpole as it invaded her helpless cunt. Her wide spread legs trembled as her pussy throbbed, the walls opening to take a real cock, shoving harder at her cunt.

"Ohhh yeahhhh!" the man said softly. His cock throbbed in Justine's cunt as he heaved upward. His cock slammed to the top of her pussy, his loins lifted her and her legs stretched against the bonds holding her feet to the bar.

Justine gave a low moan of pain as the man pulled his cock out, bringing the weight back on her feet. Her body throbbed and shuddered as he slowly forced his way back in.

"Fuck," he gasped, "she's tight, ohhh fuck that's good." He ran his hands over her tits and Justine sobbed in shame, turning her face away as he stared at her. "Kiss me."

Justine sobbed, her body shaking with emo­tions. His cock in her pussy was rubbing over her walls, sending out electric pulses, all over her body. In a dream she moved her head back to face him and her soft mouth met his, kissing him a show of absolute submission. Her tongue flicked out into his mouth, her chest heaved with the emotions surging around in her. As his cock worked its way back up her cunt, the fever built, shaking her from head to toe. He held her tight, fucking her as they kissed.

Finally their mouths came apart.

"Ooooohhh God!" Justine moaned.

"You were a bad girl, weren't you?" he said.

"Aagghhhh!" The feeling burst over Justine like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed, her body heaved and she broke into tears. She rammed her cunt down on his cock, sobbing with the release of emotions she didn't understand.

"Yes, master, yes," she wept, "I was a bad girl, I have to be punished."

He smiled and kissed her again, strangely tender, his mouth staying on hers as the rod lashed into Justine's trembling ass.

Her scream broke all over his mouth, but she as kissing him even more feverishly as her ass throbbed and she slammed down on his cock, feeling it fill her cunt, even as the rod whipped into her ass again, setting off another desperate scream in the bound girl. Her mouth clung to the man, her ass thrust to his demands. It rammed her pussy down on his cock, then leapt back for the slash of the cane, jerking as the agony burst out and flooded over her.

But the agony was deeper, softer, spreading all over her body, mingling with the depraved desire rushing from her pussy until with a scream of horror Justine finally realized what was happening. She was having an orgasm. The rod beat her ass and she screamed as a climax broke, rushing over her bound body, sending her ramming down on the man's cock, her cunt spasming with lust.

He pulled back and smiled at her. "You're a whip whore, a real whip whore. You'll have more pleasure than you can possibly imagine."

"Aaagghhhh!" Justine screamed as the cane cut her ass and another great surging climax rushed over her helpless body. Her dark hair tossed as his cock slammed high in her cunt, her body shuddered with orgasm and she sobbed helplessly. This horror just couldn't be real.

Queenie was in the middle of her own horror. Her body jerked as the cat lashed into her small, thrusting tits and the two cocks slammed into her. Her throat spasmed, the muscles opening to take the cock as it thrust at her mouth. Her pussy throbbed with horribly depraved excitement.

"Heyyy, look at the whore!" the man she was sucking yelled. He leaned down on her ankles, forcing her legs wider as he fucked her face and the other man whipped her tits and rammed his cock into her soft pussy.

They rammed into her and her screams burst out from around the cock in her throat. Her body heaved, pulsating with the horrible lust building up in her. She was helpless, jerking to their dance, the beat of the whip and the ram­ming fuck of their cocks. She closed her eyes, aware of the crowd gathering around to watch.

Several of the men were stroking their cocks as they watched, while others had three of Verna's maids bent over, or on their knees; sucking cock or getting fucked.

"Bet she comes again," one of the men said.

"Come on, Jack, whip her harder, make her come!" another yelled.

"Yeahhh," Jack snarled, lashing the tails of the cat into Queenie's jutting tits.

Queenie heard them and wept with shame. But her body was reacting, heaving to the rape of the cocks and the beat of the horrible whip. Her screams became more and more muffled as the cock slammed into her throat, filling her mouth until her lips were buried in his cock hair and the entire length of his shaft rammed in and out of her mouth. The man was gasping and yelling with lust, pushing harder on her ankles as his cock speeded up in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the cockshaft, felt it pulsate as it built towards orgasm.

"Bitch, bitch!" Jack yelled, whipping her harder as his cock ran to the top of her cunt, slamming in, throbbing with the desire that boiled the cum in his balls. "I'm gonna shoot up your cunt, bitch!"

Queenie knew she was going to come. In fact the first helpless waves of desire were already thrusting her to the peak. She sobbed, trying to stop her body betraying her, but each lash of the whip, each thrust of the cocks drove her closer to the surrender.

"Yeahhh," the man fucking her mouth yelled, "get ready, whore, I'm coming!"

"Two at once, whore!" Jack bellowed, lashing her tits in a fury of lust.

As the two cocks swelled inside her, the whip lashed into her tits. It was too much, Queenie gave in. The climax she had fought broke over her in all its fury.

Justine was in the same predicament. The cane lashed her ass, driving her harder onto the man's cock, leaving her screaming with agony and lust as his cock swelled in her cunt, throb­bing as it got ready to release a load of thick wet cum.

The man leaned away a little, his mouth brushing her lips. "Confess, whip whore. Tell us how much you love it."

Justine's shriek rang around the room. The cane lashed her ass, her pussy erupted with helpless lust and the first jolt of a terrible, depraved climax broke over her. She sobbed as her body jerked to the beat of the cane, her pussy throbbing around the man's cock as it swelled, hot cum bursting out of his balls. She screamed with shame and passion. She was com­ing, helplessly coming.