Chapter 6
All Mary Lynn could do was lie on the floor and shake with horror. She had no idea if the dog had actually fucked her or if they'd just brought the beast in to intimidate her . If that was it, they had succeeded. She wanted to wash her cunt out with acid, to core it out and throw it away. She couldn't bear the thought that she might have enjoyed letting a dog fuck her . That was more than the young girl could handle.
She strained at the ropes around her wrists. She felt her raw flesh quiver as she cut deeper into her own skin. The ropes were soaked through and through with her blood and were starting to tighten up as they dried.
Heaving herself to her feet, she managed to teeter around the room on the high heels. The girl kicked them off and wondered why she was being left alone in here. It couldn't be for any good reason. Morgan and the others were plotting new and more diabolical ways of humiliating her .
But she wou1dn~ let them!
Mary Lynn vowed to fight back then. She didn't know how she'd do it, but-the blonde girl wanted to. Hatred burned brightly inside her and gave her strength. She should have collapsed on the floor and just! cried. Instead, she looked for ways out of her predicament.
The boarded-over window provided her with the first part of her escape plan. A piece of jagged glass jutted up from the inside of the Window, perfect for cutting her ropes. She went to the window and began dragging the ropes painfully over the sharp edge of the glass. It was harder than she'd thought it would be. In the movies, the hero always got free~ in seconds. It took her closer to five minutes.
By the she she was freed of the ropes, her wrists bled profusely. She had cut them as well as the soft white cotton cord. But at least she was free! Rubbing them smeared blood all over her hands. but it also restored circulation to her arms. They danced with the needle-pricks of sensation until she was feeling almost whole again.
The pain continued to assault her senses but she could ignore that now. The pain in wrists and shoulders, pussy and legs was all behind her . The sweet smell of freedom drew her on.
The girl futilely pounded against the boards over the windows. They didn't budge. She knew she couldn't make too much noise, or the others would come to investigate. Mary Lynn wasn't in any shape to fight off even Morgan, much less Angela and all the men running around this old dusty house.
One door led into the room where she'd seen Roxanne being fucked by the dog. The other door led into the rest of the house. The blonde teenager didn't know what else to do but go deeper into the bowels of the house and hope for a quick escape, either out the back or from another window.
Cautiously opening the door, she peered through the crack. An empty hallway stretched before her. She hastily went into it and started to run. She tripped over a stack of tin cans piled carelessly by one of the doors, fell and made a loud racket.
The girl didn't have to be told that the others would come to investigate the sounds.
What she hadn't realized was that Morgan had planned for her to do just what she'd done.
The tall girl stood at the end of the hallway with a short whip in her hand. An evil smile crossed the sandy-haired girl's lips as she uncoiled the whip.
"You should not have tried to escape. I don't take kindly to my pledges trying to get away from the initiation."
"You're a monster! I hope you bum in hell!" screamed Mary Lynn. She felt helpless, but she had to fight back. She got to her feet and started toward Morgan, intent on physical violence.
She never got the chance to rip and claw and tear at the lovely girl's face. The long black whip snaked out and looped gently around her feet. A small tug sent her falling onto her ass. Another little ripple down the whip freed it from around her feet.
"You shouldn't have tried that," said Morgan, obviously enjoying this. "I'm going to have to punish you now. And discipline for an escaping pledge is most severe. It's a whipping!"
The whip cracked like thunder over the fallen girl's head. She cringed and tried to scuttle away. The whip lashed out again and lightly brushed one of her nipples protruding from the open end of her bra cup. The feel of the leather on her nipple made her cry out in pain.
But it wasn't pain as much as surprise. Morgan hadn't done more than brush the tip of the whip across the nipple. Her control of the long leather strap was remarkable. Mary Lynn realized with a sick insight that her expert handling of the whip came from long practice, probably at pledge initiations.
Don't bother to get up," Morgan told her . "I like my pledges to grovel. You wish to kiss my shoes again ?
"Go to bell!"
Mary Lynn spun and got to her feet. She felt the full fury of the whip across her taut as cheeks. An ugly red welt was raised on the smooth white skin of her buttocks but this only added speed to her flight. She ducked through a door and slammed it shut leaning against it to keep the other girl out.
"Hello," said Angela, smiling, a whip in her hands. too. The girl lashed out and jerked Mary Lynn around.
The pain lancing into the blonde's body was almost more than she could stand. By the time she had freed herself from the whip, Morgan had come into the room. The two tormentors looked at her and then separated, each going to a different side of the room. This way they could keep her squarely between them .
"She tried to get away." said Morgan in a mock-mournful voice. "I think we have to punish her for that, don't you, Angela?"
"Definitely," the dark-haired girl agreed. "I don't like disobedient pledges at all . . . and this is Hell Week . . . "
The whips sang their wicked songs and tormented Mary Lynn. She dodged, but still felt the cunning whips reach her naked flesh. One quick snap of the whip cut through the f1imsy bra strap. She was naked to the waist. Another worked against her ass. She winced as the sharp pain rocketed into her body. She wouldn't be sitting down for quite a while.
The other two finally tired of their light, teasing, tormenting' whip-strokes that raised only the mildest of welts all over her body. Mary Lynn hurt, but they had done her no real damage. They were both expert in using the whip to humiliate, but not to injure seriously.
The only thing seriously injured was her pride. She felt like an animal being herded to market when they decided to move her into another room. They simply cracked the whips in the air near her, and she jumped to where they wanted.
They chased her into a darkened room. She sought to evade their whips, but they were familiar with the room and she wasn't. The blonde kept falling over furniture and finding the sharp sting of the whip to keep her going where the two wanted her.
"Here she is," said Morgan. "I think she needs considerable disciplining. She tried to get away from us."
"My, that does call for some punishment. I hereby declare her eligible for fraternity discipline."
"Wh-what's that?" Mary Lynn stammered. "Y-you're not going to let me go, are you?"
A mocking laugh was her only answer . She stood more naked than dressed in the darkness and waited helplessly for what they were going to do to her . Even though the teenager was braced, the hands grabbing her from behind surprised her . She jumped and tried to twist away, but they were too strong for her .
She was bent double over the high back of a wooden chair , the edge cutting into her belly.
"Fasten her hands to the legs. I'll get her ankles tied down to the back legs."
She was tied securely over the chair, her snowy white ass jutting up into the air. Occasional strokes over the warm curves of her ass told her what they were going to do to her.
Fraternity punishment, they'd said. They were going to spank her with one of those brutal paddles!
The swish of the wooden plank coming through the air hardly prepared the girl for the impact against her naked butt. The paddle had holes cut into it so that there would be less air resistance. She felt the spanking through her body, even though it was just administered to her ass.
The pain knifed into her and made her want to vomit. Never had she felt such agony. The occasional whip touches given by Morgan and Angela were nothing compared to this. The paddling went on and on, until her ass glowed a dull red. Finally one of the men caned a halt and placed the .flat of his hand against her ass.
"Not yet. It's not the right temperature. I think this fox is a really hot one, and her ass should be just as hot. Continue."
The paddle landed again with a dull meaty think. Mary Lynn cried openly at the pain. She felt the back of the wood chair cutting into her" belly and she could hardly breathe. The ropes cut mercilessly into her hands and feet. The shame of being on display like this for who knows how many men made her want to die.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Haven't you abused me enough? Why are you doing this to me? Why?"
"You asked for it," came Morgan's cool answer. "You wanted to pledge and this is our initiation. That we chose to do it along with one of the fraternities is incidental. The sisters of the sorority have agreed it's a good thing to go co-ed on all initiations. It gives them a little more spice, don't you think?"
"I think you're all animals!"
"She still thinks longingly of the dog that fucked her nice little pussy. Are you going to fuck her nice little pussy now that you've spanked her butt adequately?"
"Nope," came the male voice, "I said fraternity discipline and I meant it. How can a guy fuck another guy's cunt? I'm going to take her up the asshole."
Mary Lynn went cold an over. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. They weren't content with whipping her throughout the house and herding her like a cow. Now they had her tied down over a chair and had paddled her ass until it glowed with its own heat. They were going to fuck her up her ass.
"NO!"
But she already felt the man moving in behind her. She tried to rock the chair back and forth enough to topple it. But the feet were too wide apart and she was too drained, both emotionally and physically, from her encounter. All she managed to do was jiggle the chair a little. She could do nothing to keep the man from shoving his hot cock between her well-spanked asscheeks.
"Ummmm . . . oh, don't do this to me. Nobody's ever done this before!"
"Hey, she wears her cherry for a taillight. I can dig it. I've never had any virgin ass before."
"You will now. Go to it, man," urged Angela. "I want to watch."
The dark haired girl came around and sat cross legged in front of the chair so she could see the expression on Mary Lynn's face.
The blonde teenager had never hated anyone more in her life. Then she forgot about Angela. The thick shaft of the man's prick pressed between the slabs of her meaty as cheeks and surged into the humid canyon. When the blunt tip of his prick shoved hard against the tightly puckered fist of her shatter , she cried out in pain and shame.
"No, please, don't do this to me. Oh. . . ohhhh! That hurts!"
"Go slower," commanded Angela. "I want to see how she reacts when you get it an the way into her virgin asshole."
Mary Lynn pressed her forehead onto the seat of the wooden chair . She felt her entire body bead up with sweat as the pressure mounted against her asshole. The man's cock was insistent. It was going to get through that tightly clenched fist of her shithole. She tried to relax to keep him from hurting her when he finally drove his prick into her asshole.
No matter how she tried, it wasn't possible. Was it the fright or the humiliation doing it to her? She couldn't tell. It might have been the fact that Angela was sitting in front of her and watching so intently.
She'd always thought fucking was something to be done in the dark and with only the man screwing her. Having an audience further degraded her. And having an audience wanting to participate like this was a further blow to her self-esteem.
The cock throbbed and pulsed with virile life against her asshole. But it seemed to be lubricated. The purple knob on the top managed to force its way into her asshole. The ring of muscle tried to clamp down powerfully and chop off his prickhead.
"God!" the man grunted. "She's got an asshole like a hangman's noose. She can really squeeze down on me."
"Don't stop," said Angela. "Drive it all the way up her spine. I want to see her come as you fuck her. I wonder how a virgin would react to getting her ass fucked for the first time."
"I doubt if you'd know firsthand, would you?" shouted Mary Lynn. "Were you ever a virgin? Did your precious daddy allow you to stay that way past your fifth birthday?"
"Fuck her fast and hard!" snapped the dark-haired girl. "Hurt her an you want."
Mary Lynn almost passed out when the thick pillar of cock entered her fully. This prick drove into her body where no cock was meant to go. But the girl's insides were young and tough. They expanded to take the full girth of the huge male invader.
She sobbed as the pressure in her asshole mounted. She could feel the entire cock jerking around inside her. The thick blue vein on the top of the man's prick pulsated with virile life. The girl had to admit it excited her.
It was terrible hating what they did to her-and then loving it. She was tom emotionally as well as physically by the act. The man's hairy crotch ground into her well whipped ass and made her moan in pain. But the pleasure given by the cock an the way up her bowels offset the pain.
She was pulled back and forth between pleasure and pain. She hated the idea that this was even happening to her, yet the feel of the man's cock an the way up her shitter was nice. The stuffed to overflowing feeling was good. She enjoyed having cock in her body - anywhere in her body.
But when he started pulling back, she had to scream with fear. It felt as if her guts were being sucked out with that piston of fucking prick.
"Fuck her . . . really fuck her!" said Angela, her eyes glowing with an insane inner light.
"God, what an asshole she's got! Tight. . . like a furnace inside it. And she is trying to chop me off, too. I feel her muscles clench up and smash down on my cock. God!"
He began fucking with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt whatever' he had smeared on his prick begin to lubricate her asshole. The tight ring of clutching muscle tensed and relaxed as the man tucked farther and farther into her depths, The girl shuddered as the pain went away and the joy grew.
Sexual tensions just like having her cunt fucked mounted inside her. But the feelings were subtly different. This was more exciting for her, somehow. He touched nerves that usually didn't feel a cock. The movement behind her thrilled her, too.
She was like a bitch in heat again. The idea of being fucked like an animal appalled her, yet at the same time turned her on in a big way. She didn't understand any of it. All she could do, tied as she was, was to accept.
"Fuck me harder!" she shouted, not caring that Angela gloated. "Burn me up with that cock of yours."
The words on her lips sent tremors of desire earthquaking throughout her tender body. She normally didn't use words like she'd just used. But this was a special case. She needed his prick in her ass - nothing less would do - and she needed it fucking her fast, hard, brutally!
He began stroking and grinding his crotch into the fleshy half-moons of her asscheeks. She wanted to drive her ass back onto his cock, to get even more-of his fleshy spike of cockflesh into her body. But she was too securely tied. Passion mounted to the breaking point in her guts. She came hard, shaking and moaning and trembling all over until the chair shook.
"Oh, shit!" the man cried. "I can't hold back any longer. She's sucking the come out of my balls like a goddamn vacuum cleaner!"
He fucked wildly, his hips working double-time. The girl lovingly took every single stroke of his cock into her tortured ass. She loved the feel of his hairy thighs against her spanked ass. The warm glow from her buttocks spread throughout her loins. Her belly tensed with the impact of his cock in her shitter, then accepted it all.
She came again. She felt her asshole snapping closed on his cock. And then the girl's entire world shattered. She came so hard she almost turned the chair over. Her body heaved as her ass practically cried out for more cock.
The man fucked and fucked and fucked, and then he couldn't take the tight hot confines of her asshole any longer. He shot his cum into her clinging shitter. The entire load blasted forth and whitewashed her shit-chute.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned as he pumped fiercely into her body.
"Yeah . . . go, man, go!" prompted Angela. "Really fuck that lily-white ass of hers. Give it everything you got!"
Mary Lynn felt drained and limp as a dishrag by the time the man's prick melted in her hot ass and dribbled out. She almost liked the feel of his jism leaking down the insides of her thighs. At least he hadn't come in her face. That had been the worst - that and maybe getting fucked by a dog.
But this? She could take a cock up her butt all night long and beg for more when it was over.
She'd won this round.
The girl wasn't so sure about the next.
CHAPIER SEVEN
The sight of Morgan and Angela standing together, talking quietly, no doubt discussing her future, made Mary Lynn wince. The idea that they hadn't even tapped the full resources at their command made her wary.
She had actually enjoyed being raped up the ass. The girl felt guilty about that. She knew she should have hated every instant of it.
The feel of the man's prick fucking hard into her asshole had lit fires deep in her guts that refused to die down. The girl knew that she could no longer be content with her life. Cock had to be a part of the new Mary Lynn's existence. They had shown her how much fun getting fucked could be.
She kept thinking that this was really rape. But it was still fun, even if a little scary . She could do without the abuse and pain that they were dishing out along with the cock, but for the most part she had nothing but good feelings about the way her body felt now.
The pain in her pussy had died away. She guessed that having her cherry popped was only a passing annoyance. From now on she would relish the feel of long hard cock fucking her up the cunt.
But the rest of the pain still plagued her. Wrists aching, belly hurting from being strung over the back of the chair, her legs throbbing from the stretched taut position, she was in agony. It wouldn't take much more for her to scream.
But she felt warm and cozy inside. Her cuntwalls trembled at the idea of getting more cock. Her ass glowed with the intensity of a well fucked woman. She had been missing out on a lot for too long. Whenever they let her go, she was going to go out and get as much cock crammed into her body as possible to make up for lost time.
Still she hated the abuse she had received, learning how nice it was to have a man's prick driving hotly up her cunt or asshole. The idea of being fucked by a dog didn't appeal to her at all. It made her blush thinking about it. And being forced to suck that guy off and having him come in her face had been terrible!
Mary Lynn decided, though - for the most part - she couldn't complain about this initiation. She was learning much about herself, about her body, about what she really wanted out of life.
"Get her into the next room. She can watch the main attraction."
A knife flashed out and cut the ropes on her wrists and ankles. She was unable to stand. Those hands that had supported her before did it again. The girl was hustled out of the room and into the adjoining one. There on the table, tied up and helpless, was Roxanne.
"Mary Lynn, are you okay?" the brunette cried.
"They told me they were doing rotten things to you."
"They have, but don't worry. We'll get through this in good shape. Just relax and go with the flow."
"String her up," came Morgan's command.
As they hoisted Mary Lynn's hands high above her head and fastened them to a beam, she found her own advice hard to follow. She wanted to panic again. She wanted to run. When they had her on her toes they knotted the ropes.
At first she thought they were being kind to her by not stringing her up in such a way that her feet were off the ground. But she was wrong. They had chosen the worst possible way to tie her. With just her extended toes on the ground, she strained to keep all her weight off her arms and shoulders. This put just enough weight onto her legs for her muscles to begin to knot and cramp almost immediately.
The shooting pain lanced into her thighs and crotch. In spite of herself, she felt her pussy begin to churn. The pain was making her wet in the cunt. The thin river of fuck-sauce leaked from between her puffy cuntlips and ran down the insides of her thighs, teasing and tickling as it went.
She rubbed her legs together, hoping no one in the room would notice. They didn't. They were too busy working on the bound Roxanne. At the beginning, Mary Lynn couldn't see what they were doing to her friend. Then she saw perfectly and it chilled her all the way to the bone.
Angela was sucking and licking the bound brunette's nipples. The flashing pink tongue darted out and swirled around the soft swells, teasing and tormenting those mountains of titflesh. While the dark-haired girl attended to the bound girl's boobs, Morgana buried her face between her wantonly spread legs.
Mary Lynn saw Morgana's tongue reach out delicately and flick along the edges of Roxanne's cuntlips. She teased and tormented one trapped pussy-lip with her tongue and then stabbed out hard into the wet cunthole.
Roxanne convulsed on the table and screeched, "No. . . oh sweet Jesus, that's too much! It's so good!"
Mary Lynn felt a little sick. She wondered about her friend. Roxanne was getting off on some pretty weird things. She had loved it when the dog had fucked her and now she was coming with both of the other girls licking and sucking at her nipples and cunt.
But was Mary Lynn guiltless'! She blushed furiously thinking about the way she had come when the man had fucked her for the first time. And she'd gotten fucked by a dog and had loved it. Trying to explain it all away saying she'd believed a man had been fucking her wasn't good enough. She had enjoyed it, whether it had been a dog or a human.
And hadn't she gotten off in a big way when the man had raped her up the ass? The girl couldn't get that out of her mind. Her asshole still burned from the hard fucking cock.
She had been degraded and whipped and had men come in her face and been robbed of her cherry, and she had still been thinking how good it all was. She was no better than Roxanne. Maybe she was worse. Roxanne hadn't been a virgin when this Hell Week initiation had begun. She knew the joys of a man's prick.
Maybe she had experienced some of the other things, too, like being fucked by a dog and having other women eat out her pussy. Mary Lynn didn't know because she'd never thought to ask. Maybe Roxanne had loved this type of kinky lovemaking, and it wasn't all that embarrassing for her. But it was for the blonde teenager.
The way she was strung up kept her from twisting away. She could have closed her eyes and not seen the tongues working all over Roxanne's trembling body, but something about the erotic scene made her study every single detail.
The way Morgana tongue-fucked that tight little cunt appalled her, yet it appealed to her, too. She wondered what it would be like having another woman's tongue moving all over her crotch. Just thinking about it made her own pussy begin to churn and boil with desire. Her clit grew and poked up out of the sheath of protective flesh.
How she wished she could reach down and stroke it! That would get her off. That would release the intense sexual tensions mounting in her. The girl's breath came in tortured, hurried gasps. She felt her unfettered tits rising and falling quickly now, bobbing in front of her chest. The way her heart hammered so strongly filled her tits with all the blood they could hold. She simply knew they would pop at any second.
She couldn't take her eyes off the suck-job being given to her friend.
What was worst of all, Mary Lynn wanted some of that for her own cunt, for her own tits.
"Ummm . . . oh, give me more," moaned Roxanne. "I can't stand it unless you're doing all those things to my pussy."
Morgana sucked harder and lifted Roxanne straight off the table. Mary Lynn saw her pink tongue leap out and bury itself between the trembling cuntlips. She was tongue fucking that little cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Angela's mouth clamped down firmly over one ripe cone of titflesh and sucked up all of that marshmallowy mass. Her teeth cut raw red grooves in snow-white flesh. Her tongue whirled around like a tornado on the crest of that tit. All the time she was doing this, Roxanne tried to jam more of her boob into that questing mouth.
Mary Lynn felt the tensions approaching the breaking point in her own body. "Stop!" she cried. "Don't do that to her!"
"Oh?" asked Angela, looking up. "You'd rather we did it to you?"
"Yes . . . yes!" Mary Lynn never figured out whether they moved from Roxanne to her because they thought she was volunteering to take some of the strain off the other bound girl or whether they wanted to share some of the pleasure with her. Both Angela and Morgana left Roxanne and came to where Mary Lynn hung helpless.
"The whip," said Morgana. "Use it on her!"
"NO!" shrieked Mary Lynn. The blonde girl cried out in anguish as the whip lashed along her back. "That's not what I wanted!"
"No?" asked Morgana. "Perhaps this is what you wanted. Tell us!"
She dropped down and shoved her face into the blonde's cunt. She pushed her tongue through the tangled mat of corn silk fur and found the trembling cuntlips. She stroked and licked and teased them.
Mary Lynn's entire body exploded in orgasm and pain. The lash landed hard on her back at exactly the same instant that Morgana's tongue penetrated her pussy.
Angela chuckled out loud as she continued to use the whip on the bound and helpless girl's back. Mary Lynn shuddered with every blow. The sharp sting of the whip cut into her senses and threatened to make her puke from the pain. Grimly she held on. She wouldn't let Angela see her in pain. She would get back at the girl with the whip in the only way open to her.
Mary Lynn vowed to get off on the pussy licking, if she could.
The blonde teenager concentrated on the rough touches of the tongue on her cunt. The thrill blasting through her caused her to suck in her breath. It was as if this was the signal for Angela to move the target for her whip.
The leather end of the whip lashed across the girl's taut nipples. She exploded in a frenzy of - orgasm.
The blonde girl didn't know what had happened to her. The feelings in her loins had been mounting. Nurturing them, she had made sure they grew to the point where she might get off. But the stinging pain lancing into her tits caused by the whip surprised her.
She came and came and came as Angela continued to use the whip on her ample naked tits. The lashing produced ugly red welts on the once silky smooth flesh. She cried openly. It didn't matter to her if the others saw her agony. She hurt all over.
She came again when she felt Morgana's tongue dancing all over her gash. That woman knew exactly the right places to 1ouch to make her feel the tongue-lashing the most.
Her darting tongue grazed along the ridges of cuntflesh, then burrowed into the Vat the top of her pussy. She diddled the tiny little spire of Mary Lynn's clit until it was standing erect. Then Morgana sucked it into her mouth.
Soft lips caressed it. A tongue lightly flicked over the very tip and sent carnal electricity ringing into the captive girl's pussy. The sucking action of her mouth made Mary Lynn moan and cry and beg for more.
"Your mouth. . . it's so good on my cunt. Give me all the mouth you can! My cunt needs it so bad!"
The singing of the whip interrupted her demands for more tongue in her pussy. She felt the sharp sting and almost passed out from it. The mixture of pain and pleasure inside her tender young body confused her. She didn't know if she was getting off on the whipping or on the tongue-fucking. The more she tried to concentrate on her pussy , the more the whip cut into her skin and brought her attention directly to her tortured back and tits.
"I can get into this," chuckled Angela. "I like marking up blonde chicks. They think they're so tough. Look at this one squirm!"
She used the whip expertly. She never once cut the skin so badly that Mary Lynn bled. But the ugly red welts burned as if the whip had been dipped in acid. The girl's misery mounted. And so did the pleasure she got from the tongue exploring her cunt.
Morgana had moved her mouth back from her clit and pressed her mouth firmly into Mary Lynn's cuntlips. With a sudden rush of her tongue, she plunged all the way up into that damp pussy . The roughness of the tongue more than made up for its lack of size. Mary Lynn would have preferred a man's prick up her cunt, but if she couldn't get that, she wanted all the tongue she could stand.
Every single square inch of her cuntwalls was lightly brushed by that exploring tongue. And when Morgana began sucking hard, Mary Lynn found it impossible not to come.
The pain in her shoulders from hanging didn't matter. The agony brought to her shoulders and back and tits by the whip didn't matter. The degradation and shame heaped upon her by all those in the room didn't matter . All she knew or cared about was the tongue fucking her cunt.
"Please, stop doing all this to me. I can't take any more of it. I . . . I'm going crazy!"
Morgana laughed as she continued to eat out the pussy spread so wantonly in front of her face. Mary Lynn wanted to clamp her legs tightly together and stop the woman from licking and tonguing her, but her body refused to obey. In fact, her legs widened even more so she could drape her legs over the girl's shoulders.
This opened up her pussy even more widely to the questing tongue working over her cuntflesh. The thick juice leaking from her humid pussy was quickly licked away as the tongue reamed out her cunthole. Spasms of shivering desire raced through Mary Lynn's tensed body. As the tongue gave her still another orgasm, the whip lashed across her straining back muscles.
Pleasure and pain mixed into one heady climax. She couldn't keep them straight at all any more and didn't even try. She wanted to experience that sweet sucking mouth on her pussy and nothing else.
But the pain!
"No, not there!" she cried in horror. "You can't tongue-fuck my asshole!"
But Morgana did, and Mary Lynn got off on it. She felt the wiggling tip of the tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her bowels. The feel of that rough dexterous tongue set her off. Angela took full advantage of her vulnerable condition to whip her faster and faster.
"Damn, I'm getting tired," complained Angela. "The bitch can take all I can give out."
A feeling of triumph surged through the bound girl. She had worn out Angela!
But the triumph was short lived when Morgana said, "My jaw's hurting, too. I'm going to stop!"
"No!" cried Mary Lynn, horrified. She felt her intense sexual needs even more now than ever before. She had to have that tongue fucking her pussy in order to get off. "I want more of your tongue!"
"The bitch is still hungry for anything up her twat," said Angela.
"I suppose," said Morgana, "it wouldn't matter if I licked her. . . or if you did."
Mary Lynn was too confused to understand what Morgana really meant. She thought the tall sandy-haired girl was relinquishing her post at the tasty cunt to the other woman's tongue.
She was wrong.
"Open up, bitch. I want to see those puffy little cuntlips of yours."
Mary Lynn hastily spread her legs as far apart as she could so that Angela would be able to drop down and start licking. She wanted the dark-haired girl to pick up where Morgana had left off.
But she didn't use her tongue on those quivering cuntlips - she used the whip.
It snaked out and lashed hard on the rigid flaps guarding Mary Lynn's pussy.
She felt the pain in her most delicate flesh. The action of the whip on her sensitive flesh was the same as if Angela bad used a blowtorch. Mary Lynn screamed and thrashed around, held only by the ropes on her wrists. She kicked and twisted and tried to get away from the searing pain in her cunt.
The blonde girl failed. The whipping of the girl's snatch continued until Angela wiped the sweat from her forehead and left the room, complaining of a sore arm.