Chapter 7
The dying rays of the setting autumn sun no longer stung Julie's bare butt. For the last hour or so, though, the bite of the sun on the un-tanned flesh of her well-rounded ass had been sheer torture. She moaned and pushed with her tongue at the rolled handkerchief knotted in her mouth. What do they have in store for me next? She wondered.
She didn't particularly care at this point. In the past few hours she had been degraded past the point of caring what happened to her. She didn't even feel any relief that the high walls surrounding the backyard hid her from the prying eyes of the neighbors.
It would have been interesting to know what the neighbors would have thought, however; how to react to the sight of a lovely brown-haired fifteen-year-old girl, naked as the day she was born, bent over a picnic table so that her white ass cheeks could be exposed to the late afternoon sun, her wrists chained to the upright that supported the back-porch roof with the chain that had earlier secured her bike against thieves. They'd probably shake their heads and make some disparaging crack about the deteriorating morals of today's youth, the bound girl thought bitterly. Yeah, and spend the rest of the afternoon peering surreptitiously out the back window at her.
Julie's muscles ached. Her belly was raw from being scraped over the rough, sharp edge of the wooden picnic table with every little movement she made. Her hair hung down the sides of her face.
The bound teenager was aware of the back door opening. "How do you like the fresh air, sweetheart?" Karin asked in that low, musical voice of hers. Julie's belly curdled with hatred.
"I asked you a question dear," Karin said sweetly. Julie stayed quiet, fuming.
There was a whistle in the air behind her. Then her naked butt exploded in pain. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she cried. Her agonized scream was muffled by the gag.
Her head hung between her outstretched arms, Her ass hurt. "Oh, I shouldn't play so rough," Karin said. "I forgot your little bottom's a bit sunburned."
Julie twisted her head on her neck. Karin was standing there in Ben Sanders' red bathrobe. From one slender hand dangled a whip.
Karin saw where the captive girl was looking. She smiled. "Oh, you like my toy?" she asked, opening her hand and letting the lash hang from a thong about her wrist. "I found it in your brother's closet, on the top shelf. It's one of those cheap little Mexican jobs-six feet of enameled black and white leather strips braided together. Just a plaything-but what a plaything!"
The whip slithered forward like a leather snake across the cement porch. The tip reared up like a cobra readying itself for a strike, then coiled around a bare brown calf. Julie sucked her belly in, gathering air for a scream.
Karin laughed and twitched the lash away. It rubbed off a little skin as it uncurled from around Julie's leg. The girl winced.
"Now, that didn't hurt, did it?" Karin laughed. "This nasty old whip doesn't have to make our baby girl scream. Why, it can even make you feel good!"
Julie looked at her, and then froze. The whip was hissing forward again. No! she thought, it's heading right for my tits! She closed her eyes and got ready to die.
The softest, gentlest touch she'd ever felt flicked lightly over the skin of one hanging boob, licked teasingly at a dormant nipple, and was gone. The touch stung slightly, but the girl's gasp was one of pleasure, not pain.
She opened her eyes and looked at her tits. The nipple Karin had touched with the whip was jutting downward, stiff and quivering with passion!
"I can do it to your other nipple, too, pretty baby." Karin grinned. "Watch!"
Julie did. The black-and-white thong seemed to flow in slow motion toward her pointy jug. It wrapped around the boob. The very tip slapped against the nipple. It too inflated. Julie shook her head wonderingly.
"Ha-ha!" laughed Karin. "You see? That's not bad at all!" She slipped the robe off a shoulder, pulled her arm from the furry sleeve, transferred the whip-handle to the other hand and shrugged the garment completely off. Her perfect body gleamed in the waning light.
In spite of herself, Julie caught her breath. Karin was beautiful! She was like a huge marble sculpture, with jutting round jugs, firmly rounded belly, golden thatch of cunt fur tucked away between sleek legs. Her rosy nipples were hard as Julie's. Her breast wobbled as they rose and fell in time with her breathing.
The whip slung from one slim wrist added to the picture, Julie had to admit. It gave the girl a certain barbaric magnificence, like a naked Viking priestess. "You like my body?" Karin asked kittenishly.
Involuntarily, Julie nodded.
"Oh, how sweet!" beamed the nude blonde girl. "I like yours, too. Those darling pink little ass cheeks of yours, with that coy little slice of your pussy fur peeking out from between them, down at the bottom. Mmm-yummy!"
The whip moved again. Before Julie could react it swung up between her parted legs. Like a rawhide tongue it licked straight along the slash of her pussy!
It felt good!
Julie felt her cunt begin to water. Her whole body was suddenly flushed with heat. She was turned on! The whip moved again, under perfect control. It lapped at her pussy once more.
This time the sandpaper-rough surface scraped over the tip of her distended clit. "Mmmmpppphhhh!" she moaned. Cunt sauce moistened the leather thong.
Karin reeled the lash in. She held the shiny damp spot to her nose, which wrinkled prettily. Then to Julie's disgust, she stretched out her tongue and tasted it.
"Ahh! Pussy juice and leather-what a taste treat!" She cocked her head and looked coquettishly at Julie. "You ever had your pussy eaten?"
Surprised, the prisoner shook her head.
The tall blonde ran her tongue over her lips. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Her nipples seemed to vibrate with desire.
A curious tingle ran through Julie's body. Was Karin about to eat her cunt? She felt the big girl right behind her, felt hot breath feathering her ass cheeks as the blonde bent over. Why, that would be Lesbianism! But it would feel good! Her pussy drooled with excited anticipation.
To her disappointment, the teenager felt not the forbidden touch of another woman's mouth on her cunt, but the picnic table being slid out from under her. She was standing on her own now, still bent over, and still chained to the post. She made a small plaintive sound.
Karin scooted the table to one side. She looked up and smiled warmly at the naked prisoner. "Feel neglected?" she cooed. The whip moved again.
Again it snaked between bare sun browned thighs. Julie sighed expectantly.
Once more the whip hit smack between her sopping cunt lips. Full force.
The pain blew the top of Julie's head off. She tried to scream and couldn't. The searing, incandescent agony drove the breath from her lungs. She sagged. Her knees thudded painfully on the pavement.
Her pussy lips pulsed with agony. It went on and on, unabated. At last the tortured girl found her voice and screamed through the gag. She pressed her thighs together, trying to contain the excruciating hurt.
The teenager slumped against the post. Her arms were held over her drooping head by the chain. "What's the matter?" Karin asked her in mock astonishment. "Didn't you like that?"
Without seeming to move she made the whip fly. It curled out from her side like a tentacle to wrap stingingly around Julie's exposed boobs. When it came away it seemed to flay the skin from the naked jugs.
"Unnnnnhhhhhh-huh!" Julie wailed. Her tits were on fire. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and spattered on the abused tit flesh. They burned like acid.
"You know, that's something about these cheap painted whips," Karin commented matter-of-factly. "They tend to really bite at your skin. Really abrasive, you know?"
Julie shuddered. She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her tits in bloody tatters.
An angry red welt crawled across both boobs. But they were intact. "It's a matter of skill," Karin told her. "I can make you feel as if you're being skinned alive, without leaving a mark on your beautiful little body-at least, not a permanent mark. Now stand up!"
Julie stayed where she was. She was afraid to obey, knowing that to do so would be to expose her ass and her still-smarting twat to the attentions of Karin's whip. And even if she had wanted to obey, she was too weak.
"I said, stand up!"
Julie buried her face in one arm.
The whip snaked down around a molded ass cheek. The small knot at the very end of the thong popped right into the moist crack of Julie's ass. An electric jolt of pain made her jump straight into the air.
She fell against the upright. With unerring accuracy, Karin cracked the whip once more into the crack of her ass. It felt like a branding iron had been shoved into the crack between her buttocks. Julie screamed her throat raw, but all that came out past the rolled handkerchief was a low keening, like a distant air-raid siren.
"You 'pigs! You brutal sadistic pigs!" As if from far away Julie heard her mother's voice, shrill with anger.
Through a shimmering mist of tears the girl saw people on the porch. Her mother and brother, both naked and looking sick, furiously sick. And Don Weber, with his camera in one hand and the snub-nosed .38 in the other.
The man gestured at the two low wooden benches that went with the picnic table. "Sit down," he ordered. Glaring hatred at him and his unclad accomplice, they obeyed.
"I got a couple of shots of you whipping the little bitch before I went to fetch her relatives," Don told Karin. "Why don't you make her dance a little more before we go on to the next step?"
Marge gasped. Julie shrank shivering against the post. "You son of a bitch," Rob gritted. "I'll make you pay if it's the last-"
Whir-crack! went the whip. Julie's bare ass blazed with pain. "God, noooooooo!" her mother shrieked.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The fire spread up Julie's bare sides, then her tits blossomed into agony. Karin's heavy jugs swung wildly as she lashed the writhing, squalling teenager. Roaring with anger, Rob surged to his feet. Don stretched him on the porch with a casual backhand of the .38, then went back to taking pictures.
The whip began to lick at the insides of Julie's thighs. She turned to the upright, pressing herself against it for protection. Karin popped her hanging pussy lips. Julie's wail was piercing even through the handkerchief.
She spun. Her pretty thighs were a tracery of red lines. Her boobs were inflamed. Laughing with sadistic glee, Karin snapped both of her jugs in turn, then brought her lash forward in a vicious underhand blow that stung the puffy lips of Julie's cunt.
The brown-haired adolescent gave one final, muffled cry and collapsed, sobbing.
A gentle touch on her face made her look up. Karin was standing right above her. The light forest of her cunt bush was two inches from Julie's upturned nose. The girl became uncomfortably aware of the thick, cloying reek of excited cunt.
Karin smiled down at the tortured captive tenderly, almost lovingly. Then she tilted her hips back. Her pussy opened like a pink flower greeting the dawn. Its shiny wet petals kissed Julie full on the mouth.
The girl tore her head away. Her lips were smeared with aromatic cunt sauce. "You perverts," Marge gritted. "What are you doing to my daughter?"
"I'm just teaching her how to eat pussy, Ms. Sanders," Karin said politely. "Something every little girl should know."
She reached down. Her fingers went around the back of the girl's head and pulled her face forward. She turned her gagged mouth to the side at the last moment. She felt hot cunt oils cover her cheek.
Karin's fingers worked agilely. "There," she said, removing the gag. Julie spat. "Now you can stick your sweet little tongue all the way up my needy pussy!"
"Ugh!" Julie croaked, nauseated.
Karin flicked her wrist. She had shortened her grip on the whip so that about a foot of it dangled from her fist. The top of this lash snapped Julie's right nipple.
"Ooooooow!" sobbed the girl. "Don't! Please don't!"
"Then do what I tell you," Karin said, "and eat my pussy!"
Julie opened her mouth.
"Use your tongue!"
Gingerly, she stuck her tongue out. Her stomach roiled at the thought of touching her tongue to that brimming, rank, repulsive cunt. She closed her eyes.
"Farther!" The whip-tip caressed her belly. Julie poked her tongue out till her facial muscles ached with the strain. The tip of her tongue quivered in midair.
Then suddenly slippery warmth enfolded it.
Julie jerked her head back instinctively, and then winced in expectation of another burning kiss of the whip. It never came. Eyes shut in ecstasy, Karin rolled her hips around and around, fucking her cunt on the captive girl's stiff tongue.
The flavor of cunt filled Julie's mouth. Her cheeks quaked with the need to pull her tongue out of the sloppy, slithering, steaming morass of her tormentor's blonde-rimmed pussy. The feel of rubbery pussy lips slipping and sliding around her tongue made Julie want to throw up.
"Yes!" gasped Karin. "Now eat my pussy! Lick it, suck on it-hurry!"
Marge gagged, unable to tear her eyes off the spectacle of her naked, bound daughter forced to devour the blonde bitch's cunt. Beside her, Don had helped her son up off the concrete and let him lie down on the other bench. Then before the groggy youth could recover, he'd passed a length of rope over his chest and under his arms, tying it beneath the bench.
Rob let his head loll onto one side. He heard slurping and smacking sounds. He goggled.
His baby sister was on her knees, gobbling Karin Hall's blonde cunt! The tall secretary stroked the brown head with one hand, while the other mindlessly twitched the shortened lash.
Foaming pussy juice sloshed down Julie's chin. She felt it running down onto her abused tits. God, let me die now, she thought. I hurt all over, and here I am having to eat this disgusting pussy, in front of my mother and brother-and Don Weber's camera.
She could feel the currents of electric pleasure flowing through the blonde's body. She was apparently doing a good job of eating Karin's cunt. Julie was glad-not because she wanted to make the blonde feel good. She just didn't want to be whipped any more!
The inexperienced tongue-lashing the brunette was giving her made Karin faint with pleasure. Just the joy of inflicting such obscene humiliation on the beautiful adolescent turned her on. And the nubile little slut did have some of the sweetest lips ever to gobble at her brimming snatch! She cradled Julie's head in her hands, pressing her face ever deeper into the flooded pink flesh of her cunt.
Marge shook her head helplessly. Her inability to help her beloved daughter was far more painful than any whipping that sadistic, perverted bitch Karin could have dealt her. What must it be doing to poor Rob, to see his baby sister first tortured, the forced to perform unnatural sex acts on her tormentor? She glanced at the boy.
Her eyes flew wide. He was staring single-mindedly at his sister nibbling and licking Karin's cunt. And his big cock was ragingly, totally erect!
He felt the pressure of his mother's eyes. He looked at her, then dropped his eyes, blushing. "I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered. "I can't help it. It's just a . . , a reflex."
The sloshing noises continued to issue from Karin's well-devoured cunt. She was making low animal sounds of pleasure in her throat. Her hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, fucking her gaping cunt against her teenaged prisoner's face.
Don turned, saw what Marge was staring at. "Aha!" he said. "The adolescent libido takes over." He pulled his pistol out. "On your feet, bitch. Straddle that cock of your son's!"
Marge glared at him. Her hands, bound behind her back like her daughter's, yearned to reach for his throat, to claw out his hatefully-gleaming eyes. But she obeyed. She stood up, tall and ivory-skinned and unconsciously dignified. The first cool breezes of evening brushed her high firm tits and rustled her pussy hairs. She stroke over to the bench on which her son lay tied. "Face this way-toward the kid's feet," Don ordered. "Don't want you to miss the show. Hm, there's still enough light yet to get some real juicy pictures."
Marge swung a leg over her son's prone body. The crack of her faultless ass smiled at his face. "Mom, don't!" he gasped. "You can't let them-God, don't-I-ahhhhhh!"
The kiss of his mother's pussy lips was moist and loving. Marge's cunt was well-lubricated, for reasons she herself could not understand. Maybe the sight of her daughter lapping Karin's cunt had turned her on involuntarily, the way it had her son.
She shifted her hips, seating herself firmly on Rob's hard cock. Tendons stood out on her slender legs. Gradually, she lowered herself. Her son's cock slid smoothly into his mother's white, lovely body.
Marge threw her head back, crying out. Rob's cock was so huge! It felt fantastic. A rush of nostalgia hit her: his gigantic cock was just like his father's!
Rob watched bug-eyed as his mother's butt, rotating slightly, descended on his prick. Those perfect ass cheeks tightened as her pussy drank his mighty cock in. He was short of breath. His mother's pussy tunnel was as tight as Julie's.
Her cunt lips squashed out on Rob's crotch. The whole nine-inch cock was pulsing inside her pussy. Marge let her head fall forward. Her black hair spilled onto her tits, contrasting brilliantly with the milk-white skin.
"Oh, God," the woman murmured. "God forgive me. I'm about to fuck the hell out of my own son!" She raised her head and glared at Don.
"I sure as hell hope you get your jollies out of this, you bastard!" she flung at him. Rob's belly was hard and flat under her soft rump. She tensed her muscles and began to raise herself.
A long, low moan of pleasure came from Rob's lips as his mother's cunt corkscrewed up his proud pillar of cock!
Julie had one firm tit pressed against a satiny thigh. She could feel Karin's skin start to tingle with pleasure. Her mouth was completely surrounded by rubbery cunt flesh. Her tongue probed deeply into the pungent gash of the woman's pussy.
To her astonishment, Julie realized that the point of the tit touching Karin's smooth thigh was hard. She was getting horny-turned on by eating another woman's dripping cunt!
She was surprised, but she was beyond the point of feeling shame. Later, perhaps, when the sweet winds of ecstasy that had already begun to blow over her nubile, naked body had died away, she would feel remorse, condemn herself as a wanton slut. But not now! All she wanted to do now was get a mouthful of that greasy, ripe cunt!
"Just keep licking my pussy!" Karin groaned. The whip lay at her bare feet now. Both hands caressed that maddening head that Julie was giving her so freely. "Your lips and tongue are so, so nice! My pussy is happy-so happy I can hardly stand it!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Julie's own moan echoed the passion in Karin's voice. How could she ever have thought this blonde-furred pussy was vile? It tasted delicious! The spicy juices it slathered over her tongue and lips were a treat to tempt the fussiest palate! And the feel of an aroused cunt sucking and slurping at her greedy mouth-it was heaven!
Julie forgot the pain the blonde had given her such a short time ago. All she wanted to do now was make her former tormentor squeal and squirm with ecstasy. She had to find Karin's clit!
She pulled her face back a little ways, keeping up the maddening action of her tongue so Karin wouldn't think she was being abandoned. Then the tongue tip traced a line of joy up the crack of Karin's cunt to the little notch of flesh at the upper corner. Julie's tongue teased open the flaps of pussy flesh. She saw it. It gleamed like a tiny pearl.
She extended her tongue. It touched the swollen clit.
Karin screamed.
She ground the adolescent's face into her suddenly spasming pussy. She was coming! The little adolescent twat's avid mouth was bringing her off, so hard her body shook.
Waves of happiness flowed over Julie. She was making Karin come! The blonde's pussy sauce flooded her mouth. The woman's big body quaked to the fury of her climax. The little love-button of her clit was twitched away, but Julie didn't care. It had served its purpose! She buried her tongue in the boiling quagmire of Karin's twat.
A slippery noose strangled Julie's tongue. Her own pussy pulsed once, then tied itself in knots as orgasm piled into it. Julie's head swam with the heady flavor of pussy, with the joy in her cunt-devouring mouth and the joy in her furiously climaxing cunt. She was coming! She was making Karin come, and she was coming too! It was delightful.
Don's camera faithfully recorded every surge and twitch of naked, sweating, climax-driven female flesh. He recorded the stabbing of Julie's tongue into the blonde cunt, and the wash of pussy sauce that soaked her face. He recorded the way his captive clamped her thighs around his accomplice's slender leg, fucking her own cunt up and down Karin's calf. The glass eye watched the pair soar upward on clouds of orgasmic ecstasy, then float gently earthward in delicious afterglow.
Slowly, Julie came back to earth. That hadn't been bad at all. She felt tremendously liberated, somehow-even when her fury of lust, and her frenzy of coming, had died down, she was neither ashamed nor disgusted. She had enjoyed eating Karin's cunt, and that was that.
Karin stood, allowing her cunt juice to leak over Julie's face. The teenager nuzzled the brimming cunt. Then Julie pulled her face away to smile up at the blonde. Noises touched Julie's ears. Rhythmic, squelching noises. Fucking noises. She turned her head.
With her head thrown back and her ass cheeks pointing toward his sweat-covered face, Julie's mom was fucking herself crazily on her own son's rigid plug of cock!