Chapter 7
Angela groaned as she came to. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom, unbound and naked except for her stockings. She rubbed her tits, staring in horror at the mashed red flesh and the deeper crimson of the bruises.
Everything ached, her tits, ass and pussy, her clit particularly. She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit to try and soothe it. She gasped, pressing her thighs together, her fingers working her whipped flesh. She sobbed as she ran her fingers over her nipples that still throbbed.
But then that strange and awful passion came back, breaking out in her whipped pussy and tits. Every movement of her fingers made it worse, and she rolled on the carpet, moaning with shame and a deep dark lust.
Guiltily she stopped rubbing her pussy and looked around. All her tormentors were standing around the bed, entirely engrossed in the humiliation of Brigitte as the little French maid knelt, her tits around Glen's cock, her little mouth sucking and licking at his cockhead as it slid between her massive soft tits.
At the same time, Jack was working the dildo in Brigitte's ass, thrusting it deeper for a while, then allowing her ass muscles to push it out as far as the straps would allow before he rammed it in again.
The sadistic Inga was playing a thinner vibrator over Brigitte's pussylips, yelling at the girl to beg for it up her cunt.
Brigitte's sobs rang around the room as she tried to please her terrible masters.
"Please, please!" she begged, still managing to keep her tongue running over Glen's cockhead. "Please, it won't go up, the other one too beeeg!"
Her asscheeks heaved in agony as the dildo plunged deep into her shitter.
"We'll see about that," Inga purred and slid the vibrator head to the tight entrance to Brigitte's pussy. "Come on, baby, tell us about the way you like your men."
She pushed and the vibrator slid inside Brigitte's open cunt-hole.
"Uurrrhhh!" Brigitte sobbed, her mouth working over Glen's cockhead as her cunt was invaded by the vibrator. Her thighs trembled as she tried to keep up her mouth on Glen's cock. She shuddered all over as Inga pushed the vibrator harder into her pussy.
"Say, did that thing go in?" Glen asked, leaning back on the bed, grinning as his prick slid in and out of Brigitte's lovely tits and mouth.
"Of course. Anything I can do, she can do." Inga stroked the vibrator in and out of Brigitte's cunt, and the little maid gave a scream of pain and jerked on the bed, her mouth sinking harder on Glen's cock.
"Well, hey," Glen said, "I think I'll stick my cock up there."
"Oh, honey," Inga said, working the vibrator into Brigitte's cunt. "Whatever you want, these two whores are always available."
Brigitte's ass throbbed and she moaned as her mouth ran over Glen's cockhead. Her whole body was jerking as the spasms of mixed pain and pleasure surged out of her pussy and ass. As she ran her mouth down Glen's cock, her sucking anal and pussy walls worked over the hard rubber pricks buried there. The vibrator was churning against the thin partition between her cunt and ass, rubbing against the massive dildo in her shit-pit, sending endless spasms of lust burning through the pain. She groaned, her mouth running deeper on Glen's cock, her mouth starting to suck at his cockhead with all the passion that was breaking loose in her cunt and ass.
"See the bitch go!" Inga grinned, sliding her hands over Brigitte's thrusting tits as she worked the vibrator into Brigitte's cunt. She turned to Roscoe. "You wanna work this?"
"Sure, miss," he grinned. "Can I fuck her later?"
"Any way you want, Roscoe," Inga said, and let him take over the vibrator.
He grinned, ramming it even harder into Brigitte's pussy.
Brigitte was going out of her mind as the climax built up in her degraded body. She kept her head down, sucking at Glen's cock until he was gasping with lust.
Angela realized that they were all so busy that she could crawl across the floor and escape. Then she would get her revenge, see them all in jail. Very slowly she moved, crawling toward the door.
"Come on, bitch, let's see you come!" Jack yelled as he pushed the dildo even deeper into Brigitte's ass.
Brigitte moaned, her tongue running over Glen's cockhead while her mouth sank deeper, taking more of his prick into her sucking mouth. She was trembling all over, her ass jerking under the twin invasions of the dildo and vibrator. Suddenly she screamed as an orgasm of terrible power broke out of her pussy, sending her jerking on the bed, her dark hair flicking around, her mouth slamming down on Glen's cock.
"Careful, baby," Glen said with a grin, running his fingers through her hair. "I wanna fuck your cunt, you make me come and I'll whip you."
"Aaaahhhh! No please, sir!" Brigitte screamed, her mouth jerking around on his cock. She ran her mouth over his prick, sucking and licking at it as the passion of her climax rolled over her. "I do everything, everything, sir! Please, no whip!"
She moaned and wept, the explosions of lust that rocked through her making her run her mouth helplessly over Glen's cock, licking at the hard flesh, unable to stop herself.
"Please, please!" she moaned. "No whip, pleaseeeee!"
As the lust rocked her body, she sank her mouth to the base of his fuck-rod, sucking at it, her throat spasming as she came.
Angela reached the door of the bedroom and reached for the handle. She fumbled, gripped the handle.
The door was locked.
She gasped, but, before she could turn, a hand gripped her hair and sent her sprawling on the carpet. She screamed once, and then Colin was standing over her, his legs spread across her tits, his hand holding his stiff cock.
"You fucked up." He grinned. "Hey, Inga, gimme the whip."
"No, please, no!" Angela wept, trying to crawl away, to pull herself out from between his legs.
"You stay where the fuck you are," Colin growled. "You're in enough fucking trouble as it is."
"Please, no, don't!" Angela begged, covering her tits with her hands.
"You know, this cunt doesn't learn too fast," Inga said, handing Colin the long-tailed whip. "I want my ass licked out, I like that from cunts like her."
"Sure, baby," Colin said, curling the whip in his hand as he stood over the terrified Angela. "Whatever you want."
Angela lay on the carpet, staring in horror as Colin swung the whip, cracking it in the air over her face.
"Take your hands away from your tits."
"No, please, not that, please!" Angela moaned, holding her hands over her tit mounds, pressing them together, making an even more tempting target for Colin. "Take 'em away!" Colin snapped. "No, please-aaaghhhh!" Angela screamed as Colin lashed the whip across her thighs.
"Take 'em away!" Colin ordered. "Or you'll be in real trouble."
"No, don't, you can't-no!" Angela wailed, twisting on the floor between his legs, her eyes on his massive cock as it swelled and throbbed above her face.
Colin spun away from her and lashed her across the thighs. She screamed and twisted, but the whip caught her across the ass. Sheer agony surged over her. She crouched, trying to get away, but the whip came in again, lashing her ass-flesh.
Screaming with pain, she crawled across the floor, her stockings tearing, the whip lashing her across her ass and thighs and into her pussy when Colin had the angle right. With a horrible wail of pain, Angela rolled, trying to protect her sore ass, but the whip lashed her tits before she could move and she screamed harder, rolling on the carpet, going out of her mind with pain.
"When you've had enough, he on your back!" Colin snarled, lashing Angela across the back of her thighs as she screamed and rolled.
He followed the screeching woman as she struggled on the floor, her huge tits pressed into the carpet as she tried to crawl away.
Angela was sinking into a horrible pit of agony. She knew she was beaten, she would have to give in and take whatever punishment they wanted to hand out. She rolled against Inga's legs and stared up at the terrifying blonde for a few moments as Inga grinned and slid her fingers up under the hem of her short black skirt and rubbed her pussy right over Angela's face.
Then the whip cut her tits and Angela screamed, rolling away, knowing she was lost.
"All right, stop, please!" she screeched, then rolled onto her back, her tits open to Colin and the whip, her eyes weeping bitterly.
Colin stood over her, the whip curling in his hand as he grinned in triumph. Angela stared up at him in terror, at his hard, brilliant eyes, at his massive cock swinging over her face and a strange, savage emotion rushed over her.
Her breath got ragged, and she shivered with an orgasmic tremor that made her pussy spasm and her cunt-juices flow.
On the bed, Brigitte gave a terrible scream of passion as the raging orgasm broke over her. She heaved her head down on Glen's cock, unable to take it out of her mouth as she came. The vibrator in her cunt, rubbing against the massive dildo stuck right up her ass, was driving her to a beat she had no control over. She sobbed and moaned. The pulses of her climax rushed through her and she screamed into his fuck meat, taking his prickhead right into her throat. "Last chance, babe!" Glen yelled, heaving up off the bed, his cock throbbing deep in Brigitte's throat. "I'm gonna fuck your cunt, bitch. You suck me off and I'll whip you, whip you till I'm hard again!"
Brigitte screamed in horror, her surging passion tearing her apart. As the dildo and vibrator worked her over, her sucking pussy walls spasmed around the churning vibrator and she peaked, her mouth right down Glen's throbbing fucker. Then, somehow, as the surging eruptions of lust broke over her, she' managed to move her mouth back up his cock, screaming and wailing. Her lips went to the soft skin of his inner thighs, sucking and licking as the crashing climaxes surged over her and broke,! beginning to fade away as her orgasm ran out. She crouched there, moaning, her ass and pussy still throbbing on the dildo and vibrator.
"Shit, you really don't wanna be whipped," Glen said, pulling the little maid up by her brunette hair.
"Please, sir, I do anything, anything! But please, no whip!" Brigitte begged, sliding her mouth over his thigh.
"Well, you gotta bring me off up that cunt of yours. How about you, Jack?"
"Oh, I'm fine, I'll get mine," Jack said with a grin. "I'm gonna fuck that whore on the floor first. Hey, take that thing outa her cunt, Roscoe, Glen wants to fuck her."
"Sure," Roscoe replied, his massive cock wobbling as he kept the vibrator churning in Brigitte's pussy. He pulled it out, and the little maid gave a gasp and moaned, her face pressed to Glen's thighs.
"Get on my cock," Glen said.
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte crawled up to him, her eyes averted from his face until she was crouched over his cock, her fingers working his hard prick. "Please, sir, too bigger than the vibrator, and the dildo still up my ass, it won't go up!"
"It'll go up," Glen said, "or your ass will be whipped until it does."
Brigitte gave a sob and pushed his cock to the tight entrance of her cunt, working his thick round rock head over her clit until it pushed at her fuck-hole. She moaned with pain as his cock began to penetrate. Her pussy was wet enough, but the massive dildo in her ass stretched her anal walls to the limit.
Glen's cock slid in, making her groan with the pain, her cunt spasming as his enormous cockhead pushed deeper, rasping over her cunt-walls as she gave in and sat on the monster.
Gurgling with the strange pain of being filled to the limit with cock, Brigitte pushed her cunt down on Glen's fuck-rod until her pussylips were around his prick-base and her cunt was filled with his thick cock. She moaned and sobbed as he reached up and took hold of her tits, working them, while his cock churned in her cunt, rubbing against the dildo still fucking her ass.
"Yeahhhhh!" Glen sighed softly, rolling her nipples in his fingers. "This is how you like it, huh?"
"Yes, oui, sir, yes!" Brigitte sobbed, tears running down her face.
Already spasms of excitement were throbbing in her cunt and ass. Her nipple-buds trembled in his fingers.
Glen chuckled. "I ain't kidding. This is how you love it, you know that? You'll find out."
"Oui, yes, sir!" Brigitte moaned, her pussy fucking on his cock, her body starting to throb with the passion surging over her.
Angela lay on the floor, staring up at Colin and Inga. Colin's cock was out and as hard as a rock. Angela was sure he was going to fuck her, but instead he dropped the tail of the whip over her tits.
"Hold them for me!" he snapped.
Angela obeyed. She held her wonderful, massive tits for him, pushing the sides in, making her naturally large cleavage even larger and deeper. Her nipples were close together, her soft, whipped tit-flesh trembling as she waited.
"The penalty for trying to escape is six strokes with this across your tits. But you beg for it and you hold them the whole time and don't pull away."
Angela lay on the floor, sobbing and moaning. On the bed, she heard Brigitte screaming as the little maid came again, fucking up and down on Glen's cock, spasming helplessly. It was all so degrading.
Angela screamed at Colin as a rush of hatred surged over her. The fury took her over completely. She screamed, twisted on the floor trying to throw Colin over, but he sidestepped and whipped her, the tail cutting across her tits before she was over.
"Right, whore!" he roared. "You got it coming!"
Angela rolled, but Inga was on her at once, then Roscoe, and she was pinned. They dragged her toward the enormous four-poster bed.
Brigitte fucked up and down on Glen's cock, the dildo throbbing in her ass as she came in wails of lust, her cunt sucking the cum out of Glen's cock.
"Yeaaahhhhh, come on, bitch!" Glen roared, sliding his fingers over her nipples. "You love it, come on, admit it!"
"Oui, sir! Please, don't whip me, please!"
"You stupid bitch!" Glen gripped Brigitte's nipples as the cum surged out of his balls and headed up his cockshaft. "Mean it, you bitch!"
"Oui, yes, sir-I'm coming!" Brigitte screamed, her cunt spasming around his cockshaft.
Glen started shooting jizz in Brigitte's hot cunt.
Angela struggled, but Roscoe had his hands around her and his massive cock was pressed into the crack of her ass.
They lashed her wrists, then flung the ropes over the top of the four-poster bed.
Angela's screams were drowned out by Brigitte's wails and moans as she came on Glen's shooting cock.
Inga and Colin hauled Angela's arms out until she was just about hanging from them, the ropes drawn tight.
"Yeaaahhhhh! Ohhhh fuck, come on, bitch!" Glen roared as he pumped his cum into Brigitte's sucking cunt. Thick wads of his jism pumped into the little maid's cunt as she twisted and moaned, coming helplessly, her body tossing and jerking wildly.
Angela screamed as Roscoe let go of her and reached for her ankle. Colin took her other foot, and they started to bind her legs to the bedposts so that she was spread-eagled.
"Ooohhh, sir, sir!" Brigitte screamed, falling across Glen as his cock squirted the last thick gobs of creamy cum into her cunt.
She lay on top of him, her pussy and ass throbbing, her tits heaving againt him as her orgasm subsided.
"You'll learn," Glen said. "You love it, you little whore."
"Please, no whip!" Brigitte begged.
"I wasn't talking about the whip," Glen said. He looked up at the massive frame of Roscoe looming over them. "You wanna fuck her?"
"Sure, I just wanna fuck," Roscoe replied. "Can I have her ass? It'll be real great now."
"You bet. Get off!" Glen snapped.
"Please, sir, please!" Brigitte wept.
"Come here," Roscoe said, and the terrified maid crawled off the bed and went right up to him, sliding her hand over his cock.
"I do anything," she moaned, "just don't hurt me."
Roscoe laughed. "Get over that chair."
Angela hung on the ropes, moaning and screaming as Glen picked up a thin cane and Colin held a long-tailed whip. Inga slid her fingers over Colin's cock, and Jack finally took his pants off. Angela wailed as Jack's cock came into view-another long, massive, thick prick.
"Please, please, what are you going to do?"
"We're gonna teach you to obey!" Colin snapped. "If it takes all week."
Angela hung on the ropes, weeping bitterly.