Chapter 5
Glen grabbed Brigitte's tits harder as his cock went out of control in the little French maid's cunt. He fucked her, yelling with the power of his release as the bolts of cum rushed out of his balls.
"Yeaaaahhhh! Love it, baby?" he bellowed, twisting her nipples as the jizz burst out of his cock slit and splashed into Brigitte's sucking pussy walls.
Brigitte screamed as the jets of cum burst into her cunt. Her nipples throbbed painfully, and her cunt spasmed around his shooting cock. She gasped as the sudden rush of orgasm pulsed through her. Her large tits thrust at his hands, her ass jerked back, heaving at his cock as it plunged deep into her fuck channel.
Brigitte hated the thought that she was coming in the hands of such a brute, but she was. Her pussy sucked at his prick as it pumped out another stream of cum, her ass jerked as she spasmed. She groaned, feeling his cock thrusting deep in her cunt, slamming to the top of her pussy as it shot more streams of hot salty cock-goo.
"Come on, bitch! Admit it! You're coming!" Glen yelled, his cock jerking in her cunt, his stream of cum dwindling rapidly.
He held her pinned to the chair as she wept and moaned, her cunt sucking at his prick, giving her away as she climaxed in low pulsations of lust.
"Admit it, bitch! Admit it!"
"Please, please, no pain!" Brigitte sobbed, collapsing across the chair as Glen's stream of cum ran out and he held her tits in his hands.
His cock still throbbed a little in her wet cunt. With a low roar of frustration, he hauled her upright and gripped her by the front of her little maid's costume.
"Yes, yes, oui!" she wept. "I came! I came!"
"Better," Glen growled. "I can't stand little cunts who lie, you know that?"
"Oui, yes, yes!" she sobbed. "I won't lie! I won't!"
"Okay, now you get out there and you strip for me and Jack. You make it good, 'cause if I ain't hard by the end of it, your ass will be real hot, got that?"
"Oui, yes, I will!" Brigitte sobbed.
She turned to face the two men. Behind her, Angela was just about to get the punishment for her refusal to suck Roscoe's cock. Brigitte sobbed and her fingers went to her belt.
Angela screamed as the whip cut into her asscheeks. She tossed in the chair, her tits aching, her neck sore with the rope around it, her ass burning with all the fires of hell.
Inga slid her mouth down the enormous length of Roscoe's cock. He stared, glassy-eyed, at Angela's magnificent tits.
"Do you know what we're gonna do now, you stuck-up little cunt?" Colin yelled, lashing Angela's ass cheeks.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Please, let me go!" Angela sobbed. "I've got money, you can have money!"
Colin laughed. "We'll take what we want of that."
He whipped her again, the single-plaited tail biting into her ass.
"Now, bitch, lemme tell you what we're gonna do." The whip curled and Angela screamed. "Inga's gonna suck Roscoe off, all over your shitty face!"
"Aaahh, no please!"
"Then you're gonna stick him off," Colin promised, "and we're gonna give you lots of time to do it. You ready for cum on the face?"
"Aaahhhh! Please!" Angela screamed as the whip cut into her swelling ass cheeks again.
The chair almost tipped over. Angela saw Inga, she was bent at the waist, her mouth sliding down the length of Roscoe's cock, her little leather dress rucked up over her ass. She bobbed her head down the solid length of Roscoe's enormous fucker.
The whip cut Angela's ass again, and she wanted to die in the mixture of pain and shame that rushed over her. She knew she would die when Roscoe's cum shot into her face.
"You ready, Inga?" Colin yelled, his arm flashing the whip.
Angela jerked and screamed as the whip cut into her ass.
Very slowly Inga slid her mouth up Roscoe's cock, inching it up his cockshaft. She went on up until her lips were just around his cockhead, the massive prickhead filling her mouth. She gurgled with lust, her fingers working Roscoe's throbbing cockshaft, then she eased her mouth up until her lips were just running over the tip of his cock.
"Yeahhh," Inga purred. "Ohhhh, just tell me when and I'll shoot this all over her shitty face."
She lowered her mouth again, sucking the hot cockhead, her tongue swirling around, her fingers running up and down his shuddering shaft. She knew what she was doing. She made her sucking and cock-rubbing slow, keeping Roscoe on the edge of coming, not quite letting him go over yet.
"Yeaaaaah!" Colin chuckled, lashing Angela's ass. "Lemme get up speed and we'll give this shitty cunt something to think about."
He began to lash the whip in constant circles, so that it whipped into Angela's ass and swung back at once, lashing in again so fast that it was beating her continuously.
"Go for it, baby!" he yelled.
Angela was sure the end of her life was coming. The pain rose, breaking over her body, surging higher, her ass pulsating. Her screams were constant, ringing around the room.
A terrified Brigitte slid her dress slowly down, revealing the delights of her young body to Glen and Jack. Glen snapped at her to strip even more slowly since he and Jack wanted to watch what happened to Angela. Brigitte froze, her dress around her knees. She spread her legs, running her fingers in her pussy, which seemed to please them.
Below Angela's face, Inga worked her mouth down the entire length of Roscoe's cock, sliding her lips to the base of his enormous fucker, her throat bulging to the limit by the size of his cockshaft. Her head bobbed and thrust, working down his cockhead, rubbing it over her throbbing throat as she sucked the cum out of his surging balls.
Suddenly Roscoe leaned back. His hand went out and grabbed Angela by her lovely chestnut hair and his cock surged harder in Inga's throat.
"Uurrrhhhh!" he roared. "Yeahhh! Ohhhh, fuck!" He jerked and yelled, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of Inga's sucking throat.
Inga felt the cum rush out of his balls, and she gave a final deep thrust of her mouth. As Roscoe roared with lust and Colin whipped Angela's ass, Inga worked her mouth back up Roscoe's cock, holding her lips over his cockhead as the jizz surged up his cocktube.
Angela screamed as she struggled in the chair.
Suddenly Inga pulled away, and Angela was left staring at the massive cockhead of Roscoe's jerking cock. For a moment everything stood still for the bound widow. She stared in horror.
Roscoe roared and Inga's fingers slid up and down his cockshaft, rubbing as fast as his cock throbbed.
"Yaaaahhh!" Roscoe bellowed.
A stream of cum burst out of his cock, shooting out like a geyser erupting.
Angela saw the terrible rush of cum. She tried to pull her head away, but Roscoe's grip on her hair held her in place.
The cum shot up and splattered all over Angela's open mouth and cheeks. The horrible, salty goo spewed into her mouth, and she tried to close her lips against the stream of cock juice, but the pain was too much. Another lash of the whip, and she screamed just as another jet of fuck-juice splattered her face, pouring into her mouth and down her chin.
"Yeahh, look at the bitch!" Inga crowed, working Roscoe's cock, directing the stream of spunk onto Angela's face. "Take it, shithead!"
Inga worked her fingers under her little leather shirt and rubbed her pussy, watching as Angela screamed and sobbed in pain and horror, her face covered with cum.
"Uuurrrrhhh!" Roscoe growled as his prick shot the stream of jism into Angela's mouth. The cum spewed out of his balls in hot thick streams. He gasped, his grip on Angela's hair twisting her head whichever way he wanted.
"Now take it off!" Glen snapped.
At once, Brigitte obeyed, sliding her black dress down, taking the little apron with it. She dropped it and went for the layers of petticoats. She peeled them down as Glen watched, his cock getting harder by the moment, his hand slowly rubbing his thick prick.
Angela felt her whole body going crazy, agony throbbing out of her ass, disgust seething over her as the last of Roscoe's cum gushed into her face, running down her cheeks and into her mouth. It was all so perverted and degrading as well as agonizing.
The last shot of Roscoe's cum burst into her face, then it stopped. She was left bound on the chair, sobbing in absolute horror.
Inga guided Roscoe's limp cock to Angela's lips, running the cummy prickhead over her face, making Angela scream again.
"Suck it, bitch!" Inga laughed, pushing Roscoe's prickhead at her mouth.
Angela sobbed and gritted her teeth, trying to pull her head away from his prick.
"Let her be," Colin said as he curled the whip in his hands. "She's got enough coming. She'll lick cock soon enough."
Angela's asscheeks burned in total agony, but there was something else there-a warmth, almost sensual in the way it throbbed and surged through her body. She wept, cum running down her face and across her lips as she tried to keep it from getting into her mouth. The taste on her tongue made her want to spit it out. But she knew that would bring more punishment, so she tried to swallow it, get rid of the terrible salty taste. But the taste lingered.
Glen smiled. "Come here, bitch."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte almost rushed to him.
She stood trembling in front of Glen, her tits heaving out of the top of her slip. Glen reached for her petticoat.
Brigitte reached for the tie, trying to help him. He slapped her across her tits, beating them back and forth twice.
"Did I tell you to help!" he snapped. "No, no, sorry, sir."
He undipped the petticoat and let it drop, nodding to show Brigitte to step out of it. "Nice."
"Fuck," Colin grinned, "I wish I'd make you take them off like that."
"I tear them off!" Inga spat, sliding her finger over Angela's cum-smeared face, pushing a gob of it at her mouth.
Angela wailed and turned away as far as the rope around her neck would let her.
"Don't be impatient, baby," Colin said, and Inga stopped.
"Wow, that's nice," Glen said, running his hands up Brigette's body, starting at her stocking tops and running up to her swelling ass.
Brigitte stood, eyes down, as she sobbed softly. Then he was back at her tits, stroking them, caressing the perfect curves.
"You'll do anything to avoid the whip?"
"Oui, anything, sir!" she wept.
"Go and lick the cum off her face."
Brigitte started to turn.
Instantly Glen's fingers tightened on her nipples.
She gave a moan and swung back. "Sorry, sir. May I go?"
"Very good, you're learning. Yes, you can go."
In her little white slip and black stockings, Brigitte went over to Angela. She knelt and started to move her soft mouth to Angela's face, avoiding Angela's eyes.
"Nooooo!" Angela pulled away.
Instantly the whip cracked, and Angela screamed, jerking in the chair.
"Let her do it," Colin warned, "or I'll start on your tits again."
Angela screamed again as he lashed her. She didn't need to be reminded of the pain in her tits and what it would feel like if she defied them.
Brigitte moved closer, and this time Angela gave in and let the little French maid lick the cum from her face.
"Better," Colin said.
All of them gathered around to watch the two women. Angela wept as Brigitte licked at her face, taking off the cum and swallowing it. She held still, her whole body aching from the tortures she had been forced to endure.
"Get that stuff off her mouth!" Colin snapped. "And kiss her, bitch!"
Angela shuddered as Brigitte's mouth moved to hers. Brigitte's tongue licked out, taking the cum that clung to Angela's lips. The little maid finished licking off the cum and pulled away, looking up at Glen.
"Was that good enough, sir?"
Glen nodded. "Now come here and wait."
Brigitte got up at once and went over to him, standing submissively at his side.
Colin leaned over the sobbing, gasping Angela. "Now, I'm a good guy, so I'll give you one last chance to suck Roscoe's cock. Do it before I count to five or you won't escape anything. One."
Angela screamed as she stared at Roscoe's cock. It had gone down a little after shooting, but not much. The almost twelve inches of fuck meat were twitching, getting harder by the moment.
"Two."
"I can't!"
"Three."
"Please-no!"
"Four."
"Nooooooo!"
Colin turned away.
Angela broke into sobs of horror.
Inga appeared, carrying some clamps that made Angela shudder with despair. They were little clamps, with screws through them just behind the jaws. But, attached to the screws were little electric motors.
"What the fuck are they?" Colin asked.
"You watch," Inga said, "I carry these everywhere, you got to learn to use them. I need them sometime."
"Please, no, please!" Angela sobbed.
Inga took hold of one of her tits, caressing it, moving her fingers over the crinkled bud of Angela's nipple. Angela moaned, the remains of her little teddy wet with sweat. As Inga worked her nipples, they got harder and stood out more from her areolas. Angela began to moan with a dark, hidden knowledge of what the terrible clamps might do.
Inga gave Angela's nipple a last twist. "There, now, watch, honey."
"Nooo, nooo!" Angela screeched.
Inga took one of the clamps and slid it over the nipple, the small jaws just rasping over her flesh. Angela begged and pleaded, but Inga held the clamp on her nipple-bud and twisted the screw.
"Uuuurrrhhhh!" Angela groaned as the jaws bit, chewing into her nipple, sending a surging rush of pain through her tit and into her body. "Nooo, please, I'll do it, I'll suck him!"
"Too late, honey," Inga said as she tested the clamp.
"Nooo, please-aaagghhhh!"
Inga gave the clamp another twist. The terrible agony rushed out of Angela's nipple, and she gasped in pain. She shuddered in the chair, shaking with pain.
"There," Inga said as she let the clamp go and it swung from Angela's nipple, jerking with the terrible thrashing of the bound woman. "Now, watch this."
With the motors, the clamp was heavy enough to pull Angela's nipple down, drawing it out from her tit. Angela sobbed and wept as the churning pain rushed over her, then she stared as Inga pulled out a little black box.
"See?" Inga said. "You can work it in and out like this."
She pressed a lever and the motor whirred.
Angela jerked upright in the chair, screaming as the jaws tightened, crushing her nipple.
She writhed as the motor whirred and closed the screw, sending her into spasms of awful pain.
"Please, I'll do it, I'll suck his cock!" she wailed.
Inga turned the lever the other way, giving Angela a little relief.
"Or," Inga said, "you can do this."
She pressed a button. The motor whirred, the jaws tightened, sending Angela screaming in agony again, then the motor eased off, retreating, pulling the jaws back open again.
"Nice sharp pain," Inga commented, "great fun."
"Please!" Angela wept.
As Inga clamped Angela's other nipple, Glen took hold of Brigitte. He led her to the bed and pushed her onto it. She crouched there, waiting, head down as he climbed on.
"Make me comfortable." He leaned back against the pillows and Brigitte tucked them behind him, making sure he was comfortable and could see what was going on. "Now take my pants off and give me a good time. Use your tits, I wanna fuck 'em."
Brigitte reached for his belt.
Angela screamed as the clamp tightened on her other nipple, biting into her sensitive flesh.
She jerked in the chair. Her wide-open thighs ached, though that was nothing to the pain that surged out of her clamped nipples.
"Please, don't, I'll do what you want!"
Inga grinned and stood up, thrusting the box in front of Angela's horrified face. "You see this, bitch? This is going to give you much pain, until you suck Roscoe off and beg to be fucked. To be fucked sooo much."
"Please, please!" Angela wept, staring down at the terrible clamps that swung from her nipples, dragging her tits down with their heavy weight.
Inga pressed the switch on the box and the clamps whirred tighter and relaxed, making Angela scream again.
"No worry," Inga said nastily, "now you get some more pain, bitch. I'm going to whip your pussy, right in your pussy, bitch, until you beg to suck Roscoe's cock."
"All right, I'll! suck this cock!"
"Please?" Inga said, pushing the button again.
"Aaaahhh! I'll suck his cock-please let me suck his cock!"
"Funny," Inga said, "I can't hear you, not until I want to, bitch, so scream as hard as you like."
She laughed and went behind Angela.
Angela tried to turn around to see what Inga was doing, but she could only see Colin standing there, grinning at her pain and terror.
On the bed, Brigitte leaned over Glen's prick, running her tits over his swollen cockflesh, holding her luscious fleshy tit-mounds around it, listening to Angela's screams that reminded her of the punishment for any refusal. She moaned and licked her tongue over his cockhead as it eased out of her pressed-together tits. Then she let his rock-hard prick slide back between her tits as she moaned and kissed his lower belly, her mouth warm on his skin.
Angela twisted in the chair, her thighs trembling.
"I'll suck your cock!" she screamed at Roscoe as he stood there, working his prick, ignoring her. "Please, let me suck his cock!"
Angela heard Inga chuckling.
Angela listened, biting her lip, her tits aching with agony. She heard a slight swishing sound, then the tail of the whip cracked right between her spread thighs and lashed into her pussy. An agony worse than she had ever known erupted from her cunt.