Chapter 4
Angela moaned and gasped into the gag, weeping, as Colin took off his shirt. For some reason, she was relieved that he pulled his pants back on and stood there, looking at her.
"Let's hear what she has to say," he said quietly. "Take the gag out."
Angela trembled with fear as Roscoe reached for the lacy gloves that Inga had knotted around her face and ripped them apart with one heave of his immensely powerful hands. He pulled out the wet panty gag, throwing them aside.
Angela screamed, twisting in the chair, her parted thighs aching, her wrists feeling painful, her neck scraped with the rope.
"Let me go!" she wailed. "Let me go, what did I do to you?"
"Nothing yet," Colin said with a laugh, "but you're gonna do an awful lot."
He came closer, his hand running over Angela's soft red hair and she screamed again, trying to bite him.
"You stupid bitch," he said, pulling his hand away fast. He swung around, went back for the riding crop and returned fast, a hard look on his face, his eyes glaring. "You cunt-faced whore!"
"No, let me go! What are you doing?"
Angela screamed as he reached for the material of her gown and ripped at it. The thin garment tore across her shoulders and down, ripping away as he exposed her teddy and her magnificent tits bulging out of them.
"No, stop!" she screamed, but he ignored her and ran his hands over her tits. Angela could see that the bulge of his big thick cock was swelling again as his hands ran over her tit-flesh. There was nothing she could do to stop him.
He slid his hand over the lacy red top of her teddy, sliding the little garment down, revealing more and more of her soft tit-mounds. Angela's flesh cringed at the touch of his hands. All her revulsion against men was coming out, making her feel sick and weak with horror.
But nothing stopped him. He spread the top of her teddy under her tits, using it like a bra to shove her tits up, making them project even farther over the back of the chair.
"Well, what a choice of tits we got." Colin chuckled, running his hands over Angela's incredible tit-mounds. Her large heavy tits were pushed up, pressed almost painfully over the back of the chair. "You like those tits, Roscoe?"
"You bet, Colin!" Roscoe chuckled. "I wanna get my hands off 'em."
"Well," Colin said, "help yourself, feel her up. You can fuck her later."
"Hey, thanks, boss!" Suddenly Roscoe's massive hands were on Angela's tits, feeling, squeezing with brutal pressure.
"Nooooo! No, please!" Angela moaned, trying to struggle.
"What, you don't like my friend feeling your tits?" Colin tapped the crop on his hand.
"Get him off me!" Angela screamed.
"Sure. Roscoe, leave the lady alone. She don't want your hands on her."
"Sure, boss," Roscoe said, stepping back.
In the chair across the room, Glen hauled Brigitte to her feet and pulled her around behind it, pressing her face down over the back. She moaned, then pulled her dress up for him to get at her pussy more easily.
"My panties," she moaned. "I take them off for you."
"Don't you worry about your panties." Glen laughed. "I can take care of them. You just watch what that bitch is about to get. And you keep on being a very good little girl for us."
"Yes, yes! Oui, sir, yes!" Brigitte moaned, holding onto the arms of the chair as she was pressed down over the back, her ass up in the air.
Colin smiled at Angela. "Now, you just tell me when you want my friend to feel your tits."
Angela's chestnut hair tossed as she watched Colin slide the crop out and run it over her luscious tits, stroking it over her nipples. In rising terror, she struggled against the bonds.
"No!" she gasped in a hoarse croak.
"Yes," he whispered and lifted the crop.
Angela screamed as the terrible rod hovered her tits. She went cold all over. Then the crop lashed down, catching her right across the nipples. "Aaahhhh!"
She tossed wildly, sending the chair bucking and rolling until it began to topple over. Roscoe grabbed it and held it steady.
"Noooo, please, noooo!" she sobbed, staring down at the red line appearing across both her tits. Her nipples throbbed with a pain worse than she had ever known.
The crop whipped in. Agony erupted from her tits as the crop whipped them, leaving another red line across her aching tits. Her scream rang around the room as she jerked and tossed in helpless agony.
"Noooo, please! Don't! You can't do this to me, you can't!" She jerked as the crop beat into her soft tit-mounds again, lashing her nipples. "Uuuuurrrrrhhhh, please stop!"
"You gonna try and bite me again?" Colin lashed her tits hard, beating her nipples.
"Aaahhhh! No, no, I won't! I promise!" Angela screamed, jerking wildly in the chair.
"And do you want my friend to hold your tits?" Colin demanded, lashing her tits again.
Angela screeched. Her head spun, she couldn't answer the question. The idea of Roscoe handling her tits made her feel sick, almost worse than the pain.
"Well?" Colin asked, whipping Angela's massive tits once more.
As Angela screamed, Glen slid his hand into Brigitte's panties and started to rip them off. As Glen pulled, the seam started to tear, ripping, as Brigitte clutched the chair and wept, her head down, her long dark hair running over the cushion. Her panties tore away, pulling against the inside of her thighs as the final seam broke.
Brigitte gasped and moaned as Glen's hands ran over her ass and down into her pussy. He leaned against the sobbing little French girl.
"You want to get what she's getting?"
"No, please! I do whatever you want!" Brigitte moaned.
"Good, you're wet, that's good," Glen said. "Now get ready for a fucking."
"Oui! Yes, please!" Brigitte thrust her ass back at him as he slid his cock over her pussy-mound and down to her fuck-channel.
In truth, she was well-lubricated. Not only because of the jerk-off she had been forced into, but the sheer terror was making her excited in ways she couldn't understand. Her pussy trembled as Glen's massive fuck-rod pushed into her cunt, an inch at a time, working slowly, taking his time.
Brigitte gave another moan as Angela screamed. Glen's big thick cock filled her cunt and pushed her against the back of the chair. Her long stockinged legs trembled as he filled her fuck-hole, working his cock over her spasming cunt-walls as he watched Angela's suffering.
"Noooo, please, not that, please!" Angela screamed.
The crop lashed her nipples again, and she knew she couldn't take much more.
To make things worse for her, Inga came back, and she had indeed changed. She wore skin-tight black boots that went halfway up her thighs. Just above the tops was the hem of a flared black leather skirt, tied at the waist with a broad black belt. Above that, she wore a loose jacket that flapped open, revealing her tits at every turn. A black cap was pulled down over her eyes. In her hands, she carried a number of whips, most of which she dumped on the floor.
She walked straight up to Colin, sliding a single-tailed leather whip through her fingers.
"Good," Inga purred, looking at Angela's tortured tits. "The bitch hurts."
"She tried to bite me, and she won't let Roscoe touch her tits."
Inga snickered and took hold of one of Angela's nipples, twisting it hard. "You like a woman doing that?"
Angela screamed.
"Why, she lezzy?" Colin asked.
"She's nothing," Inga snarled, twisting Angela's nipple again. "She made us suck her pussy, but she never come. She's just a bitch. She's gonna suck my ass!"
Pain rushed out of Angela's nipple as Inga twisted it. Inga stepped back and Colin lined the crop up on her tits again.
"No, please!" Angela wailed. "Please don't-pleaaaaahhh!"
Colin whipped her tits, beating her tit-mounds against the back of the chair. Her once-creamy-white tits were now bruised and red with pain. But the crop was lashing in again and she knew she couldn't take it.
"Yes, yes, he can feel me!" Angela screamed as another blow slashed across her tit-mounds. She jerked, the rope cutting across the back of her neck painfully.
Colin grinned. "Beg."
"Please, let him feel me!" Angela sobbed, shame rising over her at this terrible betrayal.
"Okay," Colin said, "have a good feel, Roscoe."
Roscoe gave a growl of lust and ran his hands over Angela's tits, his enormous cock pressing out against the front of his pants.
"You want her to give you a blow-job, Roscoe?" Colin asked.
"Oooooh, boss, that would be great!" Roscoe gasped, his fingers rolling Angela's nipples until she screamed again in pain.
"Sure, anything you want." Colin chuckled. "Just have yourself a good feel and we'll get to work on her."
Angela broke out into shudders of agony. She simply couldn't take a man's cock in her mouth, she would rather die. It was that simple. It was bad enough taking a man's cock in her cunt. She broke down even further as she watched Colin and Inga playing together. Inga was holding him, sliding her leg up against his, her hot cunt pushing against his thigh.
"You wanna get fucked real bad, don't you?" Colin whispered.
"No, I wanna be fucked more than that," Inga moaned, rubbing her tits against his chest.
"You want to fuck while they work her over?" he asked.
Inga purred with delight. "Yessss! Yessss, I want to hear her scream!"
"As much as you like, honey," Colin promised.
"But I make her suck cock." Inga slid the whip through her fingers. "I want to make her scream."
"Sure, honey," Colin replied, sliding his hands over her thrusting tits. "Then we'll fuck and watch."
"Yessss!" Inga turned back to where Angela knelt in the chair, sobbing as Roscoe ran his massive hands over her tits.
Angela wept. Her tits ached. The brutal caress of Roscoe's hands was burning her tit-flesh, making her groan.
Inga smiled nastily. "You ready to suck some cock?"
Angela shuddered, her head jerking, the rope rubbing against the back of her neck. This was the point of no return, she knew it.
"Nooooo!" she moaned. "No, I won't! I don't care what you do to me!"
"You will," Inga promised.
Roscoe worked her nipples hard, sending Angela into spasms of shrieking pain.
Inga ripped Angela's robe away, tearing the lacy fabric, until Angela was bound in the chair in nothing but her teddy and stockings. The bound widow sobbed.
"Hey, Colin," Inga said, "she sure got a nice ass, huh?"
Angela shrieked as Inga ran her hand over her ass.
Inga worked her fingers down between Angela's thighs, reaching for her pussy. She no longer was the little slave maid obeying her mistress. Inga was pleasing herself, and Angela screamed in horror as the blonde's fingers slid inside the teddy and caressed her pussy.
"Go on," Inga said to Colin, "feel the bitch. She's got a great cunt."
"Please, no, no!" Angela sobbed, but Colin worked his hand into the crack of her pussy and ran his fingers over her flesh, stroking her cunt. "No, don't do it!"
Angela screamed, but his fingers dug deeper, working into her pussy-crack, feeling for the tight entrance to her cunt. Roscoe still ran his hands over her red, whipped tit-flesh.
"But don't you want Colin to feel your cunt?" Inga suddenly hissed into Angela's ear.
Angela threw her head back and screamed.
"Don't, please, nooooo!"
Inga chuckled, sliding the tail of the whip through her fingers. "You do everything, bitch, everything. And I will whip you until you do. And more than whip, you see. Now, beg to suck Roscoe's cock, he really wants you."
Inga went behind Angela and the helplessly bound woman screamed again, staring down at the enormous bulge in Roscoe's pants. The idea of taking that horrible thing in her mouth was more than she could take. She broke into sobs as she felt Colin work a finger into her pussy, rasping it over her dry pussy walls. She nearly fainted.
Glen gripped Brigitte's long dark hair as he pushed his cock into her pussy. His enormous cock-shaft rammed deep into her cunt, scraping over her wet pussy walls. Brigitte wept, her legs trembling as she held them apart for him, her hands gripping the chair arms as she was fucked.
Jack glanced at Brigitte, but most of the time he watched Angela being tortured, his eyes alight with lust, his cock pushed out at the front of his pants.
"Hey, little girl, don't you love to be fucked?" Glen laughed as he fucked the little maid with his huge cock. He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back as he rammed his prick into her fuck-hole.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes! Oui!" Brigitte screamed, her wonderfully large tits jerking around as she was being fucked.
She gasped as Glen's massive cock reamed out her cunt, sending shudders of lust through her body. She had been frustrated for too long, just like Inga, and now Glen's cock was getting her juices flowing. He growled with lust, slamming his cock deep into her fuck channel. He let go of her hair, then slid his hands down and onto her tits, gripping them painfully, pulling Brigitte back against him as he fucked her, twisting her soft tit-mounds until she moaned with pain.
But nothing stopped his cock from slamming in and out of her cunt. She moaned and wept, gasping, as her pussy began to spasm around his cock, sucking at his shaft, bringing him close to shooting.
"Yeaahhh, bitch!" Glen roared, his ass jerking harder as he rammed his cock into her cunt. "Now watch this bitch get hers, baby! Watch her get it!"
Glen yelled with lust as the cum boiled in his balls, getting ready to surge into Brigitte's hot cunt. But his eyes were on Angela.
Angela knelt on the chair, her tits still thrusting over the back, her hands tied brutally behind her back. Roscoe worked her tits, a grin of lust on his face, his cock pressing against the front of his pants.
Behind her, Colin crouched, rubbing her pussy, driving the bound woman into a screaming fit of humiliation. He looked back at Inga, who was curling the whip in the air, her eyes on Angela's swelling ass.
"You sure you can do this?" he asked.
"Make a mark on her ass, I land this within a centimeter," Inga snarled.
"Okay, baby." Colin chuckled and raked his thumbnail over the swelling mound of Angela's ass, scratching an indentation.
Inga swung the whip.
Angela had no idea what they were doing until the knotted tail of the whip cut into her ass-flesh, right over the mark that Colin had made. At the same moment, Colin shoved his finger hard into her cunt and Roscoe twisted her nipples.
"Eeeuuhhh!" Angela jerked in the chair, agony rushing out of her ass, surging all over her body.
"Fuck, you're good," Colin said, working his finger deeper into Angela's cunt.
"Better than you think!" Inga snapped, lashing Angela again.
The thin tail of the whip cut her ass-flesh, beating through the teddy, tearing the fabric with the viciousness of the blow. Angela rocked violently in pain, her scream echoing from the walls. Her tits throbbed as tears rushed out of her eyes.
"Noooo, stop! Please, stop!"
"Show her your cock, Roscoe," Inga said, "show her what she's gonna suck."
She whipped Angela's other asscheek, the lash of the whip tearing Angela's teddy again.
"Sure," Roscoe smiled. He let go of Angela's tits and unzipped his pants.
Angela sobbed. Her pussy throbbed as Colin pushed his finger in and out of her fuck-hole, shoving it in as he saw the whip coming down on her ass, then holding it deep in her cunt as the whip-tail withdrew.
Angela saw Roscoe's cock for the first time. It was enormous, a foot of solid fuck meat, standing out from his loins like a massive skewer, pointing right at her mouth.
"You like it, lady?" He chuckled. "I got a lot of chicks wanna get a cunt full of this."
He slowly rubbed his cock as he watched Angela get another stroke of the whip.
Angela couldn't take that thing in her mouth, it wouldn't go past her lips! The whip landed on her ass and she screamed in agony again, her eyes misted with tears.
"Heeeeey, Colin! Can I see his cock?" Inga asked, lashing Angela again.
"Like 'em big, huh?" Colin chuckled.
Inga grinned and stopped lashing Angela. She knelt down close to Colin. She chuckled and kissed him. "Please, let me fuck that cock a little."
As Angela wept and Roscoe stood obediently, stroking his cock and waiting, Colin slid his finger in and out of Angela's cunt and grinned at Inga.
"I'll whip you if you fuck that cock," he promised.
Inga gave a gurgle of lust, then kissed his neck.
"You got a deal, baby, you whip me any time I fuck another cock. Or even look at another cock." Inga handed him the whip. "Keep her screaming."
Colin grinned and stood up. "I'll need some practice with this. I ain't used to them this long."
Inga walked over to Roscoe, her little black leather skirt flicking as she pranced. She took his massive prick in one hand and hauled Angela's head up by her hair with the other.
"You like cock?" she jeered.
Angela sobbed, then screamed, as Colin whipped her ass. He wasn't as good as Inga with the whip, but the leather landed painfully across her ass, beating another curling line into her whipped flesh.
"I show you what to do with cock like this." Inga laughed. "Hold her hair, Roscoe."
Inga bent down and slid her mouth over Roscoe's enormous cockhead. Roscoe stood there, his eyes bulging as she worked her mouth lower, taking his prick deeper between her lips.
Colin whipped harder and Angela screamed, her body jerking helplessly, her hair being pulled painfully by Roscoe's iron grip.
"Yeah!" Colin laughed. "I get it now, it's all in the swing."
He whipped Angela again and the bound woman went out of her mind. She was close to breaking, still forced to watch Inga demonstrate her incredibly cocksucking ability.
The blonde's mouth moved down Roscoe's cockshaft. Deeper and deeper his cock went.
The whip lashed across Angela's ass, and she shrieked in agony.
Inga's throat bulged, and Roscoe's enormous prick worked deeper, his shaft vanishing slowly between the blonde's sucking lips.
"Beg to suck it!" Colin snapped, whipping Angela hard.
Each blow landed harder, lashing Angela's ass into a crimson mass of pulped flesh.
"Noooooooo!" Angela screamed, her eyes misty with pain, her body shaking, as she watched Inga's mouth work down Roscoe's prickshaft, taking more and more of his hard flesh.
"You say no one more time and you'll regret it!" Colin snarled. "Now suck him!"
He whipped Angela's ass with all the force he had. Her teddy tore once more, revealing more of her red, whipped ass-flesh.
Angela saw Inga's lips moving deeper on Roscoe's cock, her throat bulging, her tongue working over the hard flesh. She wept bitterly, but she knew she could never take a cock in her mouth, never. She would rather die.
"Noooooo!" she screeched.