Chapter 9
"Go, Roscoe, go!" Colin yelled, then laughed as they all gathered around, watching as Roscoe pumped his cock into Brigitte's ass.
"Fuck her ass off!" Jack yelled, grinning at Inga.
Roscoe's big dull face was filled with lust as the cum shot out of his balls and rushed into Brigitte's hot ass.
"Pretty good ass, boss!" he yelled. "Oohhh, fuck, it's nice!"
He gasped, his hands gripping Brigitte's asscheeks as he shot wads of cum out of his piss-slit.
Brigitte moaned and gripped the chair, sobbing in as much shame as pain as Roscoe's cock rasped over her anal walls and shot streams of hot cum. Her body shuddered as spasms of deep, dark passion surged out of her ass, making her gasp with the most terrible pleasure. Her dark hair fell past her face and she was glad that it did. Her legs jerked, and her little torn slip fell down her back.
"Wooooowwww!" Roscoe yelled as he shot his cum into Brigitte's spasming shitter.
He rammed his cock up to the limit, then held it there while his balls gave out the last of their jizz.
"Heeeyyy, thanks, boss!" he gasped.
"No problem," Colin said easily. "Now give the little whore to me."
"Sure, boss," Roscoe said, yanking his still-hard prick out of Brigitte's shitter.
She moaned, gripped the chair until Roscoe reached down and hauled her up by her hair. She screamed and shot upright, moaning and sobbing, standing there, pushing her little slip down over her ass.
"What do you want with her, baby?" Inga purred, sliding over to Colin and gripping his cock hard.
"You're getting your ass licked, I'm getting my cock sucked."
"I'll whip her," Inga hissed, "sucking off my man."
Colin grinned and took hold of Inga's nipple, twisting it and gripping until she gasped with pain. "Maybe, if I say so."
"Chicken," Inga snarled, "you don't want to whip the little shit."
She gasped as Colin tightened his grip again. Her eyes held his as he crushed her nipple in his strong fingers.
"I think you're the one who needs a whipping," Colin said softly, "you're getting to be a pain."
Inga sneered at him and pulled out of his grip.
"Chicken!" she snapped, then walked away toward the bed.
Colin let her go and sat in a chair.
"Come here," he said to Brigitte.
Instantly Brigitte obeyed, her hands rubbing her sore ass as she moaned.
Colin slid the slip under her tits and caressed her large tit-mounds. "Nice. Now suck me and lemme feel these."
"Yes, sir!" Brigitte mumbled, sliding to her knees. "Please, no whip, sir. I do everything, everything, but no whip."
She slid her fingers over his cock, running her mouth over the hard flesh, moaning as she caressed him.
"Maybe," Colin said, sitting there, enjoying Brigitte's sucking. "I'll think about it."
"Please, yes, sir!" Brigitte gasped and sank her lips obediently over his throbbing prickhead.
Angela saw them all advancing on her. She sobbed louder, but the orgasm that had been churning in her guts was still there, working away at a lower level, sending shivers of depraved desire running through her. She hung on the ropes and awaited her fate.
It wasn't long in coming. Jack untied her arms, then he and Roscoe pulled her forward, across the bed, bending her at the waist until she was stretched out over the covers, her arms bound to the posts at the top, her legs still tied to the base of the foot posts.
This position was more painful for her and more degrading. Her ass was pushed up, her legs even more painfully spread because she was bent at the waist.
Angela had been expecting Inga to climb onto the bed, but it was Roscoe, his enormous face grinning with excitement. His cock was still hard, and it was covered with cummy goo and ass juices and vaseline.
Angela closed her eyes and moaned with horror.
"Lick it clean," Jack said.
"Nooooo!" Angela wailed, her stretched legs shaking with horror.
The cane whipped across her ass, making her leap and scream, another thin line of agony joining the pulped mass of flesh.
"Lick it clean!" Jack snapped, lashing her again.
Angela knew she was at the breaking point. Her ass had been whipped so much that each new blow erupted with the power of a bomb, sending the most searing agony over her flesh. She simply couldn't take it, her body was going to shatter. But, incredibly, mingled with the pain, the burning of her orgasm was revived, chewing deep in her guts. She screamed, her ass shaking, the pulped flesh trembling as the cane burned deeper into her flesh.
Roscoe giggled and put his massive legs over Angela's arms, pinning her to the bed even harder. He held his cock close to her mouth, and Angela smelled the disgusting earthy odor of Brigitte's ass on it. Her stomach heaved, but the cane landed again and the agony overwhelmed her disgust instantly.
With a moan, she surrendered and licked Roscoe's massive cock, sliding her tongue up the solid mass of flesh.
"Yeaahh, Jack, she's doin' it," Roscoe said, leaning back as Angela's soft mouth moved over his cockflesh, cleaning off the horrible goo.
"Better," Jack said and slid the cane over Angela's ass, just holding it there, caressing her ass-flesh.
Angela licked at Roscoe's cock again, but, as the pain of the whip went away, she tasted more of the horrible goo. It tasted of shit, and she almost threw up.
In a flood of tears, she pulled away, her head jerking. "Noooo, not that!"
"Lick it!" Jack snapped, lashing Angela's ass again.
"Aaahhh! No!" the bound widow screamed, her ass jerking back, her whole body throbbing.
Behind her, she heard Inga and Colin laugh.
"I won't do it!" Angela screamed, her ass throbbing with pain.
"Suck it!" Jack snapped.
He whipped Angela again, beating into her with a force that sent her jerking against the bonds, screaming and sobbing.
"Noooo!"
"Suck it!" Jack roared. Angela gave in.
As the cane lashed her ass, she leaned forward, licking Roscoe's cock. As the pain boiled through her, his cock became more desirable, the thick flesh trembling over her lips as she licked at it, cleaning off the goo and swallowing it.
Jack stopped again.
Angela screamed, pulling her head away again, her stomach twisting in disgust. "Noooo, I won't!"
"Suck it or I'll keep whipping you until you suck him off!" Jack roared, lashing Angela in his fury.
Angela's head spun. "I won't!"
Her tits were pressed hard into the soft mattress as she jerked and screamed. The cane beat her, but still she kept her mouth away from Roscoe's cock. It was the only way she could survive.
"Suck it!" Jack yelled, lashing Angela's hot ass.
"Nooooo!" Angela screamed and twisted, her whole body burning.
"You bitch, you asked for it!" Jack yelled, then whipped Angela hard, the cane lashing across her mashed ass.
With a scream of submission, Angela sank her mouth back over Roscoe's cock, ramming his hard cockhead at her throat in her rising agony.
"Too late, bitch!" Jack lashed her again, the cane cutting across Angela's stretched ass with vicious intensity.
As Angela screamed and sucked at Roscoe's cock and he stared down at her with a stupid grin on his face, Inga leaned over Colin and chuckled, running her hand over his chest.
"Jack doesn't see what he is doing," she purred. "She loves pain now."
Colin grinned and slid his hand into Brigitte's hair as she knelt between his thighs, sucking his cock. "You got it. Quite somethin' huh?"
"Yesssss!" Inga purred, raking her fingernails slowly over his chest. "She is valuable, you know that? I know places, people."
"I bet you do." Colin grinned, his cock fucking at Brigitte's mouth.
"Partners?" Inga asked. "Maybe."
"Partners and I don't whip this one," Inga grinned, pointing at Brigitte. "She's not right for us."
"Sure, but she gives a great blow-job," Colin teased. "I think we can keep her."
"As long as she behaves!" Inga snapped.
Brigitte sobbed and lifted her mouth from Colin's cock for a moment. "I behave, I do!"
Inga pulled on Brigitte's hair. "You always say you want big men with big cocks. You prove that and we be good to you."
"Oui, yes!" Brigitte said, her eyes full of tears. "I want big cocks, but not whipping, it hurt so much!"
"Hey, Jack, you wanna fuck this one?" Inga yelled.
Jack lashed Angela's ass, his hand working his stiff cock. "Sure, but I gotta get this one done over right."
His arm swept down, and Angela screamed in agony, ramming her mouth down the length of Roscoe's cock-rod.
"Hey, give me that and go and fuck the bitch," Glen said. "I'll have this one when I'm finished."
He took the cane from Jack's hand and lashed it over Angela's crimson-red asscheeks.
Angela's gurgling scream rang out from around Roscoe's cock as Inga moved over and pulled Brigitte's head away from Colin's cock. With a grin, the blonde sadist worked her pussy down his hot cock, fucking it into her cunt in one smooth movement. She leaned forward, nuzzling Colin softly, her ass heaving out as she fucked him.
"Now, lick my ass," she ordered Brigitte. "Show us how obedient you are."
"Oui!" Brigitte moaned and leaned in at once, running her tongue over the crack of Inga's small tight ass.
As she licked, Jack pulled her up brutally and slid his cock over her pussy lips, working it into her wet cunt. She moaned, thrusting back at him, her cunt throbbing as it was filled with cockmeat.
Jack growled, working his prick into Brigitte's cunt as she licked Inga's ass.
Inga sighed with pleasure, her cunt working up and down Colin's cock.
"It was to be the bitch suck my ass, but it can wait." Inga moaned as she fucked on Colin's fucker. "But plenty time when we train her."
"Hmmm, maybe I'll keep her," Colin sighed, twisting Inga's nipples tightly as she fucked him. "She's a great bit of ass."
Inga hissed and bit his neck. "She's a high-class piece of shit. I know men who want that, you don't, you want me. She's too valuable for you, you know that."
Inga's pussy spasmed around his cock, and Colin gave a gasp of pleasure.
"How valuable is she?" he asked.
Inga leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Fuck! You kidding?" His cock swelled in her cunt and Inga gasped, spasms of pleasure throbbing over her.
"The others get ten percent, we split the rest," she whispered.
"You're quite a business woman, huh?" Colin grinned.
"Now fuck me!" Inga hissed, plunging her cunt up and down on his cock.
Angela was unaware of the fate being planned for her, but she had more than enough to worry about. Glen knew how to whip her far better than Jack did, and he was driving her towards another massive orgasm. The mingled pain and lust were throbbing through her, erupting with each stroke of the thin cane. Her mouth sank deeper over Roscoe's massive fucker with each stroke and he propped himself up on the bed, staring at her.
"Fuck!" Roscoe gasped. "You whip this bitch, she swallows cock real good."
Glen laughed, lashing Angela's ass. "Yeah, and you get around here and fuck her ass when I tell you to. She needs an ass-fuck."
"Oh, hey, Glen, I like being blown," Roscoe muttered.
"She already blew you, now get ready to fuck her ass!" Glen snapped.
"Yeah, sure Glen," Roscoe said.
He leaned back and watched Angela's throat bulge as she rammed his cock into her mouth to the limit, taking all of his massive fuck-meat down her throat.
"Fuuuck!" he moaned. "What a mouth!"
Angela screamed as the cane whipped across her asscheeks. She shuddered, taking Roscoe's cock into her throat, pushing down, her throat throbbing around his massive fuck-meat. She wept in rising desperation, for Glen knew exactly how to whip her.
Glen whipped her ass, driving her higher with each blow, and Angela knew that with one or two more strokes she would crash over into orgasm. In a mist of passion, she lunged down Roscoe's cock, taking it in as the cane lashed her, and orgasm erupted over her.
She screamed around Roscoe's cock, spasming as she came, her mouth sucking at his prick with all the power she had. Her head pumped up and down, and her ass jerked up, waiting for the stroke of the cane that would give her more of the pleasure. It came, beating across her ass, leaving another thin line in her ass-flesh, and she went out of her mind with lust.
"Okay, Roscoe, get here and fuck this bitch's ass!" Glen yelled, lashing Angela's hot asscheeks.
"Okay, Glen," Roscoe said.
He rolled away from Angela, leaving her pinned to the bed, her ass jumping as she waited for the cane.
Angela screamed as Roscoe's cock popped out of her mouth. The cane lashed her ass and she climaxed again. Her flesh erupted with lust. She sobbed and moaned, chewing at the bedclothes as orgasms rushed over her, driving her out of her mind. The cane whipped her once again, and then she felt Roscoe's cock pushing at her tight anal entrance.
Angela wailed in horror as a splash of cream ran deep in her asscrack and over Roscoe's prickhead. His massive cockhead pushed into her shitter, just opening up her asshole a little.
She gasped, feeling as if her ass was being impaled on a massive skewer that would tear her apart. She jerked and moaned, her ass throbbing as Roscoe pushed again, invading her ass-passage with his enormous, thick cock. Angela screamed in horror as her ass was opened by his enormous fucker. His cock pushed in as he grunted and heaved, shoving his foot of cockmeat into her shit-pit.
Angela felt her head spinning. Her orgasm was slipping away, the pain of the ass-fucking wasn't enough to keep her going. She moaned, her ass thrusting back at Roscoe as he rammed his fucker in, filling her ass. His balls slapped against her, and he grunted with lust.
"Okay, Glen?" he asked.
"Yeah, now fuck the bitch," Glen said as he climbed onto the bed.
Roscoe slammed his cock into Angela's ass, then pulled back, slamming it in again, reaming out Angela's ass as she moaned and stared at Glen. He sat on the bed and pushed his cock at her mouth. She took it, sucking his cockhead.
Glen leaned back, letting her mouth work his prickhead while he waited.
Angela moaned and fucked, her ass thrusting back for Roscoe's cock as his massive prick sank into her guts and churned around, fucking her ass-passage. Spasms of lust gripped her asshole as his thick prick reamed her out, but the power of her orgasm was slowing, however hard she rammed her ass back for his thick cockmeat.
She moaned, her chestnut hair falling over Glen's cock as she sucked it for all she was worth.
Then Glen slid his hand over her hair and pulled her tear-stained face up to him. "What's up, babe? Not getting enough?"
Angela moaned, her body throbbing with a raging desire she couldn't control, her mouth sucking, trying to get back down on his cock.
"What do you want?" Glen chuckled, his cock swelling between Angela's soft lips.
Angela gasped, her ass jerking as Roscoe rammed his cock in deep and fucked her ass on his bone-hard fucker.
"How about these?" Glen laughed, showing Angela the two nipple clamps. "If you want, I'll give you the control box."
He held out the little black box and Angela gave a strangled moan of horror.
She needed the pain and that box could give it to her. She burst into tears, sobbing, knowing that she would have to confess to them to get what she needed.
"Noooo!" she wailed, then struggled, trying to get back to his cock.
"Think about it," Glen said.
With a moan, Angela sank her mouth back down over Glen's cockhead. She sucked at it, taking it as deep as she could, but it wouldn't go far without the pain to open her throat. Her ass shuddered as Roscoe's cock slammed in and out, and her mouth spasmed around Glen's cock as he rammed harder at her throat.
"Take it all in," Glen said, "come on, I know you can deep-throat."
Angela dove deeper, trying to obey him, but each time his thick round cockhead stuck at the entrance to her throat and she gagged. Horrible moans came from her as her throat spasmed, but still his cock wouldn't go any deeper.
Glen laughed and leaned back on the bed. "I'm coming, bitch, so it's too late to make it up to me. Now you take it and swallow it all! Or else!"
He gave a moan, his cock fucking harder at Angela's throat.
Angela tried to let his cock in, but it wouldn't go. He fucked at her mouth, -his cock swelling and throbbing as the cum burst out of it, but still her throat wouldn't open to let it in. Even when Roscoe started yelling and fucking his cock harder at her ass, it still wasn't enough. She moaned, pulled at the bonds, sobbing with shame and horror.
"Yeaahhhhhh, bitch, take my cum!" Glen yelled, thrusting up as his cock shot hot streams of white goo. Angela gagged and swallowed, tasting the fresh cum as it burst into her mouth. Her ass throbbed as Roscoe fucked his prick deep between her asscheeks, and suddenly she felt his cock spasm as hot gushes of cum burst out of it. As he bellowed, she sobbed louder, her ass-passage filling with cock-goo, as Roscoe shot and gripped her asscheeks, ramming his fucker into her ass as hard as she could.
She swallowed Glen's cum as it shot from his cock-slit, taking it down her throat as her mouth filled with white seed and Glen yelled with lust. He gripped her head and forced his cock in as deep as it would go, spurting cum from his piss-slit as his climax rolled on and his ass jerked.
"Ooohh, not bad, bitch!" he growled. "Not bad. Now bring me down real good." He lay back on the bed, and Angela sucked at his cockhead, lapping up the cum that still dribbled out of his cock.
Roscoe gave a final roar that shoved his fucker in Angela's guts, straining the bonds around her ankles until his stream of cum gave out and he let her back down, holding his spent prick in her ass. He stood there, working his cock around as it softened, and Angela moaned with shame and horror.
"Hey, Colin, what ya wanna do with this shit?" Glen called.
Colin looked up from the chair as Inga slid her hot cunt down on his cock. He grinned at Jack as Jack rammed his cock into Brigitte's pussy and the little maid spasmed with delight.
"Tie her to the bed!" Colin yelled. "Let her watch!"