Chapter 3
Bob strolled up to the moaning, struggling Janna, and her eyes widened in terror as she raised her head.
"No, no, please, not that, please!" she begged.
He grinned and dropped a massive vibrator, several bonds and some clamps onto the sofa beside her before he ran a short, thick leather strap under her nose.
"I'm gonna teach you, bitch," he growled.
"And I'm gonna have such fun."
"Please, don't whip me again!" Janna begged, struggling against the bonds. Her swelling tits swayed out of her torn blouse, and her little denim skirt had fallen a little over her crimson ass.
Bob laughed and picked the vibrator up again, turning it in his hands. It was a massive thing, ribbed and curving a little.
"How about this up your cunt?" he asked.
Janna gave a shudder as she looked at the thick fuck-rod. Bob switched it on and it started the purring vibrations that sent the head rolling and shaking. Janna turned away, her stretched legs aching, her whole body sore.
Bob went behind her and Janna waited, listening to Rosanne's screams and moans from across the room. Bob eased her little skirt back up, over her ass and down her back. Janna moaned in a terrible mixture of horror and passion, her pussy-lips twitching, her tits heaving.
Bob ran his hand over her ass, stroking the whipped flesh, grinning to himself as he played with the bound blonde. His fingers eased down into her ass-crack and then farther, right to her pussy in the little panties.
"You bitch," he said, "you're as wet as hell. Fuck, you're soaked." He worked her clit through the panties, rubbing the sensitive bud until Janna moaned and gurgled with helpless desire and her ass started to heave and jerk. "Bitch!"
He whipped the short leather strap on one of her heaving ass-cheeks.
"Urrrhhh!" Janna screamed, lurching up, her pussy-juices flowing into her panties, the single stroke of agony bursting a terrible lust through her ass.
"Come on, bitch, tell us how much you want it, and then you can get free, come on!" Bob said and lashed the strap into Janna's other ass-cheek while his fingers played with her pussy.
"Uuuurrhhh, you fucker!" Janna screamed. "Come on, I wanna be fucked, you can fuck me, come on! But no more, no more of that, please!"
"You stupid cunt!" Bob yelled and whipped Janna's tight ass-cheeks three times each, whipping the strap in with a slap that rang around the room.
"Uuuurrhhh, fucker!" Janna cried, her tight ass-cheeks trembling and heaving on the very top of the sofa back as they got even redder.
Her spread legs shook and pulled at the bonds and she struggled to free her arms, but the bonds held easily. She moaned, knowing the strange lust the strap beat into her would break her soon. But it was horrible for the bound blonde to admit she got off so hard on the agony in her ass, and she fought it with all she had.
"Come on, fuck me, you can fuck me!" she screamed in desperation, twisting around as hard as she could to see her tormentor.
Bob laughed again and picked up the whirring vibrator. He eased Janna's little panties away from her cunt and slid the shaking tip of the imitation cock over her trembling pussy-flesh.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "you know, your ass looks real great with those panties on. Fuck, you got a great ass!" He rolled the vibrator head on Janna's cunt.
"Nooooo!" she begged, "please, no, don't do that!" She sobbed and pushed her head down into the pillows, totally unable to stop the throbbing lust that churned out of her clit. "It's going right up your cunt, bitch!" Bob yelled and lashed the leather strap into her jerking ass.
"Aaahhhh! No, no!" Janna wailed, her body throbbing out of control, rushing into seething lust that was climbing fast to orgasm.
Bob pushed the vibrator harder on Janna's clit, moving it closer to her tight little cunt-hole. Janna moaned and struggled, her ass pulsating out of control on the peak of the sofa back, her stockinged legs heaving until the sofa shook. With a horrible grin on his face, Bob lashed the strap into Janna's ass, whipping each ass-cheek twice as he eased the vibrator to the very open- ing of her cunt.
"You bastard, bastard!" Janna screamed, gyrating on the sofa back, her ass twitching, her ass-cheeks tightening and jerking as she struggled with the depraved lust burning in her guts.
But Bob only laughed again, whipping her ass with the strap as he pushed on the vibrator, and it slid into her cunt easily, moving on her gushing pussy-juices.
Janna screamed in agony and exploding passion as her cunt was filled with the thick imitation cock. The whirring cock-shaft rubbed over her pussy-walls, the ribbed rubber scraping her sensitive flesh as her ass erupted with the stroke of the strap. She jerked up, her back arched, her whole body straining as the repressed lust broke right through, sending her into a screaming, wailing orgasm.
"You bastard! Cunt-sucking fucker! You shit-fucker!" she screamed, tossing out of control on the sofa back.
Bob eased the vibrator back, running the tip over Janna's twitching pussy, stroking it just in and out of her spasming cunt-hole.
"Beg for it!" he laughed and lashed her ass with the strap.
"Aaagghh!" Janna wailed, jerking and tossing, her long, platinum-blonde hair flicking all over her face. Her orgasm surged and faded as the vibrator was fucked in and out of her throbbing cunt. The strap lashed her ass and she surged back up for a moment, hanging on the edge of the climax. But she needed another one, and it didn't come. "You bastard! Why can't you fuck me, like a real man, huh?"
But Bob wasn't falling for it. He eased the vibrator into Janna's cunt again for a moment, sending her lust soaring. He lashed the strap into her sore ass-cheeks as he pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and played the tip over her throbbing clit.
Janna screamed in the most horrible agony of pain and frustration. Her ass heaved back for the vibrator and the strap, but Bob played her expertly, just easing the whirring vibrator head on her cunt and stroking her trembling ass with the strap.
"Beg for it, stupid bitch," he growled, "or I'll keep you like this until you pass out." He lashed her ass again.
"Aaahhh, you bastard, I hate you, I hate it, hate it all!" Janna screamed in desperation, her ass burning and throbbing with passion.
She jerked and struggled, trying to get free, trying to get more of the vibrator into her throbbing, sucking cunt. Her body was burning out of control, and she was helpless in the grip of her depraved lusts. She'd always loved being oversexed, loved the endless desire she had for cock, but now it had betrayed her and she was falling into being no more than a sex-slave to their perverse desires.
Bob laughed and pushed the vibrator into Janna's squirming cunt as he lashed her ass, keeping the screaming, struggling blonde on the edge of her churning orgasm.
"Look at your friend," Nathan murmured to Rosanne as he took the handcuffs off. "Isn't she a whore? You'd never surrender and love it like that, would you?"
Rosanne sobbed and rubbed her wrists, but she didn't answer. She was horrified at the sight of Janna screaming and writhing, her ass wantonly thrusting up for the strap and her cunt trying to swallow the trembling vibrator. Even though Janna was still yelling that she hated it, even Rosanne could see that she was coming. Rosanne knew it was Janna's fault that they, were in this mess. After all, she'd accepted the date with these perverts. She vowed that she'd never speak to Janna again.
"So," Nathan hissed in Rosanne's ear, "you will do anything to protect your dress, huh?"
"Yes, yes," Rosanne sobbed.
"Shall I tell you what you have to do?" Nathan chuckled.
"Yes, tell me," she whispered.
"You go over to that chair and bend over the back," Nathan said, pointing to a chair that matched the sofa. "You'll pull the dress right up over your ass arid beg me to whip you."
Rosanne sobbed and broke into fresh tears.
"You'll take twelve strokes with this," Nathan said, running the riding crop under Rosanne's nose. "And after each one, you'll beg me for the next and say: 'Thank you, master.' " He grinned as the horrified Rosanne sank to her knees, begging him for mercy. "And if you get up, just for a moment, I'll tie you down, give you all the strokes again and then cut the dress off you. Well?"
"Please, not that! You can fuck me, you can have me, please, but not that!" Rosanne wept, clinging to his legs. Trembling in frantic terror, she slid her hand up and touched the massive cock-bulge in his pants. She knew men liked that. "Please, come on, fuck me!"
But Nathan just grinned. "If you wanna save your dress, you get up and go over to the chair," he said.
Rosanne's lovely chestnut hair fell over her face. She had to obey him if she wanted to save the dress. Her ass would heal, but the dress would be ruined forever. Sobbing helplessly, she struggled back to her feet and stood in front of Nathan, hanging her head.
"Ready?" he asked.
Rosanne nodded and wept.
"Over there," Nathan said and pointed with the riding crop.
Rosanne's legs trembled helplessly as she walked over to the chair. She could hardly put one of them in front of the other, she was so terrified. She passed the screaming, heaving Janna as the blonde jerked on the sofa back, her crimson ass pulsating with her depraved desire. Rosanne felt even sicker at that.
She got to the chair and stood, her pussy pressing against the top of the back. She shuddered as the three of them gathered around, grinning at her helpless degradation. Sobbing uncontrollably, she lifted the lovely red leather dress up to her waist, revealing the full length of her legs, her lovely tight ass and the lacy panties and suspender straps that ran down to her stocking tops.
As the others waited, she bent slowly down, her creamy white ass pushing up on the top of j the padded chair back, her face going down towards the cushions. She held her dress up out of the way until she was bent so far down that it wouldn't fall over her ass. Finally she was fully bent over, her ass sticking up, her legs trembling, her hands gripping the chair cushions.
"Open your legs," Nathan ordered.
Rosanne gave a gurgle of horror as she spread her luscious thighs, revealing her swelling cunt-mound and the outline of her pussy-hair. Her stockinged legs shook as she waited, almost out of her mind with terror.
"Now, beg me," Nathan said. He ran his hand over the front of his pants and gasped with lust. His cock was as hard as a bar of steel, and he couldn't take his eyes off the delicious sight of Rosanne's tight, stretched ass-cheeks.
"Please, please whip me!" Rosanne sobbed.
"Louder!"
"Please, whip me!"
"That's better," Nathan said and then, just at that moment, Janna made Rosanne's suffering even worse.
The surging lust in her cunt and ass was too much for the blonde to take anymore. Every cell in her body throbbed with depraved desire, the desire to sink into the pit of lust they held open, waiting for her. She lurched and screamed as the vibrator rubbed her clit and the strap played over her crimson, whipped ass.
"You shit-brained fucker, I want it, give it to me!" she screamed. "Come on!"
"Yeahhh!" Bob roared and lashed her ass with the strap as he rammed the vibrator deep into her spasming pussy. "Yeah, come on, bitch, you can have it all, all of it!"
He whipped her ass as it heaved up in seething desperation and churned the vibrator in her sucking, hot cunt.
"Aaahhh, yeahhh, more, more!" Janna demanded as she surged over the top into the sort of orgasm she bad never thought she'd have. Not just the tepid comes of a cock fucking in and out of her cunt; this climax exploded in her pussy and ass, driving her into a screaming mass of spasming flesh. She jerked at the bonds, heaving her ass up, her sucking cunt devouring the vibrator. "Gimme more! Come on, I can't get enough!"
Rosanne felt as if she'd been betrayed by everyone as she heard that. She pressed her face into the chair seat, sobbing her heart out. Nathan grinned, running the riding crop over her ass, stroking it gently on her panties as he let Janna's screams of depraved desire echo in Rosanne's ears.
Then, with a horrible scream of satisfaction, Janna fell back across the sofa back, her ass relaxing as she pumped it up and down.
Bob stopped the strap, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed with lust, his cock almost bursting out of his pants.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
"That's not enough!" Janna screamed, "I want more, give me more!" She twisted as she heaved on the sofa back, gasping in her surging desire.
"Fuck," Bob snarled, "you're gonna get it up the ass, bitch, and I ain't gonna take the vibrator out!"
He pulled down his pants, revealing his rock- hard fucker in his desperation to get at Janna.
Janna gave a scream of horrible perverse lust, her cunt sucking at the vibrator to keep it in.
"You shit-head! Come on then, but you make it worth it, jerk-face! Make it worth it for me!"
Her fawn-like eyes were alight with raging fuck-lust. Her cunt sucked at the ribbed, churning vibrator that Bob had just let go of. Her sucking pussy worked at it, sliding the end of the shaft several inches in and out of her fuck-channel on each stroke.
"You cunt!" Bob roared as he threw his pants aside and advanced on the bound blonde, his cock sticking out like a skewer.
He gripped her panties and yanked. The flimsy material ripped at once.
"Come on," she yelled as he tossed the ripped panties aside. "I want it, gimme!"
"Keep your fuckin' mouth shut!" he roared, whipping her ass with the strap.
"Make me, piss-brain, make me!" Janna screamed, her ass jerking with terrible lust as the red stain got another stripe added to it.
Bob jerked the vibrator out of Janna's cunt, and she screamed in rage.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he growled, lashing the strap into her ass.
As Janna screamed for more, he slammed his prick into her cunt, filling it with his cock-meat.
"Just gettin' it wet, whore!" he snarled and pulled his prick out again, streaming with Janna's cunt-juices.
"Fuck-face, shit-brain, you useless fucker, you . . . aaaghghh!" Janna gasped as he slammed the vibrator back into her seething fuck-channel.
"Now, bitch, let's see how you take it up the ass!" Bob yelled as he pulled her aching, crimson ass-cheeks wide open.
"Uururhh, yeahhh, show me, fucker, show me what a man you are! Fuck the shit outa my ass!" Janna screamed, gasping and heaving at his cock.
Bob pushed his cock-head at the tight ring of muscle around Janna's trembling shit-hole. She screamed at him, heaved back and he slid in, his cock-head working right inside her shit-pit.
"Ever had it up the ass before, cunt?" Bob asked, lashing her heaving ass-cheek with the strap.
"None of your fucking business!" Janna screamed. "Just do it, fucker, satisfy me, gimme more, more, more!" She jerked back and screeched with lust as Bob rammed his fuck-pole into the hot, sucking depths of her ass. She felt his cock in her ass rub over the ribbed shaft of the vibrator in her cunt. "Yeaaahh! Ohhhh, come on, gimme, honey, gimme it all!"
While Bob roared and churned his cock in Janna's sucking ass, Rosanne sobbed in horrible shame and fear, for Nathan had finally taken the riding crop away from her trembling ass. She knew it was coming and tried to brace herself, but her whole body was weak and she clutched the chair cushion in her trembling hands.
"Ready?" Nathan said brightly. "I don't want to surprise you."
In a fever of shame and fear, Rosanne nodded her head, her soft chestnut hair all over the chair cushion.
She heard a faint swish, even over Janna's screams and moans. She jerked, heaving in the most awful agony she had ever known as the riding wop whipped into her tight ass-cheeks. Her scream rang off the walls as she fell back into the chair, her legs trembling helplessly.
"Say thank you and beg for the next one," Nathan said, his voice harsh.
"Oh, God!" Rosanne sobbed, her whipped ass burning, the single stripe of red agony denting her flesh. "Thank you, master! Please, give me another one!" She waited, then leaped as a second stripe was added to her flesh. "Aaaahh! Help!"
"Say it!"
"T-thank you, master. Pl-please, give me another one!" the helpless wife moaned.
The riding crop beat in, fraying Rosanne's panties, beating a thick welt in her ass flesh. Her long legs kicked up in her agony i her heels almost to the height of her tortured ass. But somehow she stayed over the chair back, clutching the cushion, praying that she could hold out and save her dress.
"Well?" Nathan asked.
"Uurrhh! Thank, thank you, master. Please, give me another one!" Rosanne wailed into the cushion.
Her panties ripped halfway across as the riding crop lashed right over another welt and cut deep into her trembling ass. Her scream was muffled by the cushion as she held onto it in her horrified desperation.
"Help me, help me!" she wept.
"What?" Nathan asked.
"Uurrhh! Thank you, master. Please g-g-give me another one!" Rosanne sobbed, her lovely body trembling.
She leaped with the next lash, her legs kicking helplessly, one shoe flying off and almost hitting Nathan. Her panties tore again and her skin broke. Blood oozed out of the cut.
"God save me!" Rosanne screamed. "Uurrhh! Thank you, master! Please, give me another one!"
Nathan laughed horribly as he lashed her hard, aiming for the cut on her ass and opening it farther. The blood oozed and Rosanne's scream echoed through the room. She jerked, fell back and almost passed out. Her body went limp and she gasped into the cushion.
"Hey, Nathan," Percy said nervously, "go easy on her!"
"Don't be a wimp," Andrea snapped as she rubbed her pussy, her ass circling.
"No, come on," Percy said, "she's bleeding."
"So fuckin' what?" Nathan demanded. "Come on, bitch, beg for it!"
Rosanne felt her head spinning as she lay in the chair. "Thank you, master," she moaned. "Please, give me another one!"
The agony erupted again, but she didn't feel it as badly. In fact, the agony was almost warm as it exploded in her ass. She jerked, her ass burning with all the fires of hell.
"Fuck," Nathan said, "how many is that? I always forget."
"Dunno," Andrea said, her fingers blurring on her clit. "Give her one more and call it quits. Maybe two. I wanna come."
The riding crop lashed Rosanne's ass and the helpless wife screamed, her body jerking, her ass heaving as another line was added to her agony.
"Thank you, please give me another one!" she moaned, her mouth sucking at the cushion.
Then she screamed, chewing at the cushion as the riding crop whipped into her ass and opened up another cut among the welts that covered her flesh.
"Yeah, one more!" Andrea yelled, gasping as she brought herself off, her fingers digging deep into her sucking pussy.
Rosanne screamed, her body rocking on the chair back as the riding crop whipped the last shreds of her panties apart and left them hanging from her whipped ass. The purple bruises covered her skin, the welts were deep, beaten viciously into her flesh, and the slow ooze of blood still issued from the two cuts. She lay helplessly over the chair back, sobbing and moaning.
"Get up!" Nathan snapped.
It was almost all Rosanne could do to straighten up from the chair back. She sobbed and pushed herself up, holding her dress away from the blood on her ass. Her panties hung from the waistband, shredded by the riding crop.
"C-can I take it off now?" she asked.
"Beg me," Nathan laughed.
"Please, master, can I take my dress off?" Rosanne begged.
"Sure," he chuckled, "whatever you want."
Rosanne was sure he was going to cheat her and cut her dress, but he didn't. The three of them stood around and watched as she pulled it over her head and put it gently on the back of the chair she had suffered so much on. She reached back and felt her ass, shuddering in horror as she touched the blood.
"Put your shoe on," Nathan ordered.
Rosanne staggered over to it, somehow sliding it back on her foot amid all the pain she suffered. She faced them all in just her bra, panties and stockings, her lovely tits heaving.
"Yeah," Nathan said, pointing the crop at the bra, "get that off, too. And the panties."
Even an hour ago, Rosanne wouldn't have dreamed of stripping for such disgusting people. Now she reached at once for her bra clip, frantic to save herself any more pain. She let the little lacy bra cups fall away, reveling to their lustful eyes the perfection of her tits. They were smooth and round, just the right size for her body, the nipples soft red buds in the middle of her wide areolas. Still trembling with fear, she pulled what remained of her panties off.
"Fuuuck!" Nathan gasped. "This bitch is just in-fuckin-credible." He ran his eyes all over Rosanne's luscious body, taking in her legs, the curves of her waist and tits and her lovely, sobbing face. "Come here."
Rosanne trembled and walked, terrified of what was coming next.
"On your knees!" Nathan snapped.
Rosanne fell to her knees, still terrified.
"Suck me off," Nathan ordered. "I got a head on me that'll blow a hole in a tank!"
"Oh, no, please, put it up my pussy-but not that!" Rosanne begged, almost throwing up at the thought of taking a man's cock in her mouth.
Nathan laughed. "Your choice, bitch," he snarled. "Suck me off, or go over the chair and watch your dress get shredded while I whip the shit out of you. Then you can suck me off. Well, bitch?"
Rosanne knew she was beaten. But she also knew she would throw up if she took his cock into her mouth. Then he would whip her anyway. But, with fingers that trembled almost too much to hold anything, she reached up for his pants, her eyes on the massive cock-bulge.