Chapter 3
Bound to the chair and gagged, Angela stared in absolute horror.
Jack lifted the riding crop over Inga's ass. Inga held the chair arms, her mouth just above Colin's cock, her thighs trembling. Her dress and petticoats were up over her back.
Jack lashed Inga's ass.
Angela gasped, wincing as a red line appeared on Inga's white flesh. But Inga's reaction stunned Angela.
Instead of the scream that Angela expected, the long-legged blonde gave a moan of undisguised lust, rocking forward a little, her ass twitching.
The riding crop landed again with a sound that beat at Angela's ears, and Inga gave a guttural sob, gasping, her mouth just above Colin's massive fuck-rod.
Jack whipped her again, adding a third red line to her flesh.
At the fourth blow, she gave a low scream, her blonde hair tossing, her legs trembling as she rocked and jerked. "Yessss! Yesssss!"
"Fuck," Jack said as he whipped the blonde, lashing her ass-flesh with all the force of his arm.
"Yesss, ohhhh, whip me, whip meeee!" Inga gasped, her ass heaving as the next blow came in. Her ass was red now, yet she hunched back for the next blow.
"Uurrrrhhh!" she gasped, her hands gripping the chair arms, her mouth still just over Colin's throbbing cock.
"Fuck me!" Jack gasped as he whipped Inga hard, lashing her tight asscheeks.
"Come on, little girl, suck my cock and we'll stop," Colin said, sliding his hand in her blonde hair.
Inga stared at him, her eyes alight with lust.
"Twenty," she gasped. The crop whipped her, and she screamed, her ass jerking wildly.
"How many, Jack?" Colin asked.
"Dunno," he said, lashing Inga again.
"Aaaaaaaahh! Eight!" Inga screamed. She turned to Jack. "Say it's five!"
"You bitch!" he roared and lashed her again, making Inga scream with rising passion as the agony burst out of her ass. "I'll whip the shit outa you!"
His arm blurred as he whipped the blonde.
Roscoe leaned over Angela and grinned at her. "You think you can take that?"
Angela moaned and gasped in the gag, her eyes fixed on the horrible sight.
"Remember to scream," Roscoe chuckled. "Colin likes his women to scream."
Angela almost passed out as the horror mounted.
Inga gave gasping screams every time the crop landed, but she wasn't trying to avoid them at all. Her ass thrust back for the terrible rod, and her legs trembled. Shamelessly she ran her tongue down the length of Colin's cock, just once, making him leap in the chair.
"Suck it, little girl!" he demanded, his cock thrusting at her mouth.
Inga gasped, her face contorted with pain and lust. "Twenty."
Her ass jerked up, and she gave a moan of awful satisfaction, her body pulsating as an orgasm rushed through her.
"Fuck, how many is that, Jack?" Colin yelled.
"No fucking idea, but this bitch is gonna get it!" he snarled, lashing the bent Inga with incredible fury.
"How many, little girl?" Colin asked.
"Twenty-five-aaaahh! Six!" she moaned, her ass jerking back for the crop. "Come on, whip me!"
"Jesus!" Jack gasped, and his hand dropped as he surveyed Inga's whipped ass.
Inga shrieked in desperation. "Whip meeee! Come on, please, I need it, please!"
"Jesus Christ!" Colin gasped, pushing his cock into the blonde's mouth. "You win, baby, now suck me!"
Inga grabbed his cockshaft and ran her mouth over the swollen cockhead, making him groan with lust. She eased back, her lips at his flesh, her ass still heaving.
"Whip me 'til he shoots!" she screamed. "Whip meeeeee! Please!"
She sank her mouth down his cockshaft, her lips tight around his pole of fuck-flesh.
Colin nodded to Jack and he shrugged, lifting the crop.
Angela shuddered and burst into tears as she watched. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Inga pumped her mouth down on Colin's cock with each blow of the riding crop, her moans and screams of lust bursting out from around the thick fleshy pole. And she was taking more and more of Colin's prick, her head thrusting farther down each time. Angela could even see Inga's throat bulge as she took his cockhead deeper, her lips running down his cockshaft until they were around the base of his prick, her fingers playing with his balls. Her ass jerked to the beat of the crop and her muffled screams of passion burst out as she came, her body trembling, thrusting, heaving in total abandon.
Lying on her back on the floor, her fingers deep in her panties. Brigitte was also coming, her face a mask of terror as she avoided Glen's eyes. He sat in the chair above her, staring at her pussy in the white lacy panties, while heT fingers blurred on her clit and she climaxed, her orgasm even more intense because of her fear. She turned her face away in shame, moaning, as her fingers slipped over her wet clit.
"Come on, baby, show me how you come," Glen said, laughing at the helpless French maid. "That's it, come for me and you won't get whipped."
"I come-oui, sir, I come!" Brigitte moaned, her little dress up around her waist, her petticoats a mass of lacy white from her waist to just above her pussy as she spread her legs wider for him and rubbed her cunt.
Glen leaned back in the seat. "Okay, now get up here and see if you can suck cock well enough to avoid a beating."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte gasped.
She crawled between his legs and reached for his pants zipper.
"Open your dress wider," he ordered.
She reached for the buttons at once. She pulled the sides apart and waited for him, her eyes staring beseechingly at him.
"Take your bra off," Glen ordered.
"Oui, yes, sir, yes!" Brigitte sobbed, her face still a mask of terror. She reached for the clasp of her bra, fumbling behind her back, tears in her eyes as she found it and managed to unhook it.
The bra cups fell away, and Glen gave a murmur of approval as he saw her tits come into view.
"Nice," he said as Brigitte pushed her bra-cups out of the way and let him see her luscious tit-mounds. "Hold them."
Brigitte held her tits up for him in her gloved hands and waited, trembling.
"Well," Glen said slowly, running his fingers over her swelling tit-mounds, "that's a real nice pair, you know that?"
Brigitte nodded. Her wonderfully large and thrusting tits shook as her hands trembled.
"Take your hands away."
Brigitte obeyed instantly, letting her wonderful tit-mounds hang there.
"Nice, very nice," Glen went on. He leaned in and took hold of one of Brigitte's tight little nipple buds, rolling it in his fingers as he stared at the terrified girl. "You like that?"
"Yes," Brigitte moaned, her eyes wet with tears as they tried to avoid his gaze.
Glen tightened his grip, working her nipple-buds harder, twisting them with increasing viciousness. Brigitte gasped in pain, then burst into tears. "You like that!"
"Please, sir, I do anything, anything! But please, no pain, no pain! I can't!"
He continued twisting her nipple. "Can't what?"
"Can't-how you say? Can't take it!" Her lovely young face was contorted with pain as he rolled and pulled on her nipple.
Glen chuckled. "We'll see about that. So, you ready to suck cock?"
"Yes, yes, sir, yes!" Brigitte babbled, reaching for his pants.
"Do it real good, babe, or you'll be taking pain until you do it real good." He let go of her tits and leaned back in the chair.
Brigitte sobbed and pulled at his zipper.
"Take it easy, you stupid bitch!" Glen growled. "Slowly!"
"Yes, sir," Brigitte moaned and eased his zipper down slowly in her trembling fingers, reaching in to get hold of his cock.
There was no way Inga was taking it easy. With each beat of the crop, she sucked harder on Colin's cock, her throat bulging, her head pumping up and down. Her crimson asscheeks shoved up for the crop, jerking and shaking with each blow. Her blonde pussy hair was already wet with her freely flowing pussy juices as she screamed and sucked at the ten inches of cockmeat buried in her throat.
"Fuccckkk!" Colin roared, fucking his cock up at Inga's mouth, watching in awe as she swallowed his boner, taking it to the hilt, her sucking throat working his cockhead harder with each blow of the crop. "Go for it, Jack! I'm coming-fuuuuck! This bitch can suck like a pump! Oooohhhh!"
He writhed in the chair, his rock-hard prick thrusting deep into Inga's throat.
Jack whipped the blonde harder and faster, the crop blurring as it lashed her tight asscheeks.
Inga's head pumped up and down on Colin's cock with every blow, traveling almost the length of his cockhead, then, as the crop whistled in again, she rammed her head down, still screaming with lust as she came, her throat filling with Colin's wonderful cock meat.
"Yaaaaahhhhhhh!" Colin roared. "Here I commmeeeeee!"
He gripped Inga's head and slammed his cock right to the limit into her sucking mouth.
Instantly Inga slid one hand down, between her legs and rubbed her pussy, her fingers sliding over her wet flesh as she drove herself to the peak of her come, her ass jerking as the crop lashed her ass. Her mouth stayed on Colin's fuck-rod, sucking at it.
Angela trembled as she watched. She saw Brigitte's mouth running over Glen's cockhead as the little French maid did her best to keep from sharing Inga's fate, but mostly Angela watched Inga. She watched as Colin gripped Inga's blonde hair, his cock jerking wildly as he came.
"Yaaahahah!" Colin yelled. "Oohhh, fuck! What a suuuuck!" He hurled up, pumping his cock at Inga's welcoming mouth.
Angela saw jets of hot cum burst into her mouth. Angela saw Inga rub her pussy, around Colin's shooting cock.
Angela felt sick at the thought of a man shooting cum into her mouth, but Inga seemed to love it. She gurgled, running her mouth over his cockflesh, her hands holding his cock as it shot. Cum bubbled on her lips as she played with his cock. Angela stared at the white goo and almost threw up. They would never make her do that, she vowed.
"Aaaahhh! You gorgeous bitch!" Colin gasped, his cock thrusting up into Inga's hot pit of a mouth as he shot more wads of fuck juice.
He watched the little blonde playing with his cum, running it over her lips as she opened her mouth and let him watch his salty goo splash over her tongue. Her moans of lust went on even after Jack had stopped the whipping, watching the blonde in disbelief.
Inga licked at Colin's cockhead, taking the cum, swallowing it, licking him clean as he relaxed and leaned back in the chair.
"Fuuuuuck," he sighed. "That was un-fucking-believable.'' "I win," Inga said, licking his cock. "This is my cock."
She smiled at him and her ass still circled as if waiting for more.
"Fuuuuck, baby, you got it," Colin moaned.
"I whip anybody who comes near this cock," Inga murmured, sliding her lips over his cockhead slowly. "So make sure you fuck that bitch in the chair as much as you can. Anyway you want, fuck her and let me teach her for what she did."
She gasped and sank her mouth over his cock again, taking it deep, moaning in lust and fury. "You can do what the fuck you like to her," Colin said, "but don't kill her, that's all."
Inga smiled. "Killing her would be easy."
She chuckled and stood up, standing over him, her legs spread. She opened the last buttons of her maid's dress, tearing the fabric in her disgust. She ripped the apron off and threw it aside, tearing at the petticoats, ripping the lacy material off until she was down to her bra and stockings. Then she ripped the little uplift bra away, throwing it aside and standing by the chair, holding her tits out for Colin to see.
"She says they're too small. What do you think?"
Colin slid his hand over her tit-mounds. They were a good handful. He grinned at her. "Look at my cock."
Inga smiled as she saw his prickshaft beginning to grow again as he handled her tits.
"I think she's gonna really regret saying that," he said softly.
"Yesssss!" Inga hissed.
"Just one thing," Colin said, sliding his hands around Inga's nipples, pulling at them and increasing the pressure.
"Yesssss?" Inga gasped, moaning as the pain rushed over her.
"You say what I do with my cock, so I say what you do with your cunt. You only fuck if I tell you. Got that?"
Inga gasped and her hips jerked as she came, her nipple throbbing in his fingers. "Yessss!"
"Good," Colin said and let go of her nipple.
He stood up and slid his arms around the hot little Swede.
As Angla stared at them, they kissed, their mouths locking. Finally they pulled away.
"Well, let's see what we can do with this bitch in the chair," Colin said.
"Let me put on new clothes," Inga said, sliding her hand over his cock, her lips close to his. "I got to get out of all this. She is now in bondage to me."
"Sure, baby. I'll just go and get acquainted with the lady.
"Hurt her!" Inga hissed, then turned away.
Angela saw Colin coming toward her, a grin on his face. He was pulling his shirt off and reaching for his pants.