Chapter 2
Angela screamed, but Roscoe was far too strong for her.
"You bastard, you bastard!" Angela screeched, trying to hit him, but he pivoted her around and slammed her onto the chair, facing over the back. "Let me go!"
He held her by the back of the neck and suddenly Inga was lashing the rope around one of her knees, pushing the semi-transparent robe out of the way as she did.
"Stop it!" Angela screamed. Roscoe held her neck, and Inga lashed her knee around the base of the chair. Angela tried to grab her Swedish maid, but Inga leaned back and laughed at her before swinging around the chair and lashing Angela's other knee to the leg on the other side.
Angela's feverish eyes saw what Brigitte was doing and she almost threw up. The little French maid was sucking gently on Colin's cockhead, working her lips over his throbbing hard flesh while she eased her luscious tits over his thighs and caressed his massive prick with her gloved hands.
"Aaaaah! Stop!" Angela screamed. She twisted and tried to get her ankle out of the bonds, but Roscoe just grabbed a handful of her hair and grinned down at her.
"Bad idea, lady." He chuckled.
Angela twisted, her red robe and teddy coming apart. Already her magnificent tits were almost out of the teddy top.
Inga had lashed her other ankle, and Angela was helpless, pinned to the chair seat, her thighs spread wide.
The door opened, and Jack came in with another man, tall and slim. This man dropped some things on the floor and grinned at Colin.
"Looks like fun," he said and sat down, peeling off his gloves.
"Got all the stuff," Jack said, "in fact Glen and me took a fast trip for the rest."
"You weren't seen?" Colin asked.
"Do I get seen?" Glen said smugly, tossing the gloves on the floor. "She good?"
"Not bad," Colin replied, running his hands in Brigitte's dark hair. "You want her?"
"Later." Glen leaned back in the chair and lit a cigarette.
"Nooo!" Angela wailed as Inga took her hands and twisted them behind her back. She struggled, but Roscoe pulled harder on her hair.
"Can I smack her one, Colin?" he asked.
"Sure," Colin said lazily, staring at his cockhead as it slid in and out between Brigitte's soft lips.
"Nooo! Aaahhhh!" Angela screamed as Roscoe lashed across her face.
"Then hold still, bitch!" Roscoe warned.
Angela froze to the chair, hardly daring to breathe. She moaned as her wrists were lashed behind her back, thrusting her tits out even farther, straining the limits of the teddy.
Inga took the rope, ran it up from Angela's wrists and lashed it around her neck, pulling it tight before she tied off the knot. As Angela wept and moaned, Inga pulled her forward, so that her tits thrust over the back of the chair. Then Inga slid the rope down and under the chair, running it up her back and tying it again around Angela's neck.
Angela tried to move, but the rope cut painfully into her neck.
"You've done that before," Colin said with a grin, holding Brigitte's mouth to his cock. "That's it, baby. She's good, but then, she'll do anything to avoid the whip."
"Anything?" Glen said from his chair. "Pull your dress up and work your pussy."
With a moan of submission, Brigitte slid her dress up her lovely long thighs and slid her fingers over her lacy white panties.
Glen chuckled. "Make yourself come, bitch, and don't make Colin come ... or else."
He sat watching the moaning Brigitte as she rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties and sucked on Colin's cock. She was trying to keep her sucking slow so that he wouldn't come, but she was having trouble since her pussy-rubbing was making her groan with rising passion.
"You bitch!" Angela screamed at Inga who stood over her, legs spread. "I'll put you in jail!"
Inga sneered and very slowly peeled off her long lacy gloves. She then slid her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them.
"What are you . . ."
Angela moaned as Inga gripped her hair and leaned down, kissing her full on the mouth.
"You bitch! I'll see you in-noooo!"
Angela stared in horror as Inga tied a knot in her gloves, holding them together. Then Inga picked up her panties and moved them to Angela's face.
"What? You can't!" Angela screamed as Inga pushed them viciously into her mouth.
She gagged, smelling the odor of Inga's lust in the lacy panties as the maid shoved them into her mouth, pushing them brutally between her teeth until her mouth was full and she gurgled softly.
Inga took up her long gloves and bound them around Angela's head, holding the gag in place while Angela tried to scream.
"There," Inga said nastily, staring down at Angela. "I want to do that for long time. Now you pay, bitch, you pay for it all. You watch, you watch good, you get all this and more.
She straightened up and turned toward where Colin sat in the chair, his cock still sliding in and out of Brigitte's soft mouth.
The little French maid was in a bad way. Her fingers were rubbing her hot little clit to an orgasm very fast, and her mouth was sliding deeper on Colin's cock as the passion mounted in her. She groaned, trying to slow down, but she was getting even hotter.
Inga strode over and grabbed Brigitte's hair, flinging her back onto the carpet. Brigitte sprawled, her fingers still playing with her pussy as she rolled on her back.
"That is my cock!" Inga snapped, standing with her hands on her hips over Brigitte. "Mine!"
"Oh really?" Colin said lazily, his prick throbbing.
"Yeah, mine," Inga sneered, leaning over him.
"You willing to take real pain to get it?"
Inga smiled. "You can't give me enough."
"You couldn't suck me off and take a whipping at the same time," Colin said.
"That easy," Inga replied. "She got you so hot, you shoot when I get my lips 'round your cockhead. Give me twenty strokes first, then I suck you off."
Colin gave a groan of lust.
"Bend over," he said, and Inga swayed up to him, spreading her legs, lowering her head until her mouth was just above his cock.
"Twenty?" Colin said in disbelief.
"Yes!" Inga snarled as she flipped her little dress up over her ass.
It was then that Angela fully realized what all the stuff was that Jack and Glen had brought in. She choked. There were whips, bonds, dildos and other horrible things in the pile on the floor. She wanted to throw up as Jack bent down and picked up a riding crop. The leather handle was shiny with use, and Angela felt her blood run cold.
"Don't stop!" Glen snapped at Brigitte as she lay at his feet, her fingers still moving on her pussy. "Give me a good show."
Brigitte moaned as she spread her thighs wide, pulling the crotch of her panties aside so that he could see her fingers playing with her pussy. She opened the neck of her dress even more, showing him her tits, putting on a show for him.
"You think you can take this?" Jack snarled, shoving the riding crop under Inga's nose.
"That?" she sneered. "Make it thirty."
Her tight ass trembled as she licked the riding crop brazenly, her hands on the chair arms, her mouth just above Colin's throbbing prick.
"You asked for it." Jack stepped back.
"Now you watch this," Roscoe growled in Angela's ear. "You're gonna get all of this."
Angela wept as she watch Jack lift the riding crop.