Chapter 3
"It's show time!" Derrick announced. "Tom, go tell the girls that we're waiting."
Cyndi was still chained to the stool as the three young studs surrounded her. Her torn blouse gave tantalizing peeks at the full, firm tits that Derrick had so brazenly handled. Cyndi's sexy tit-mounds moved temptingly with her heavy breathing, and she could only imagine what it must look like to her sex-hungry captors. She kept her head down, afraid to see the bestial lust in their eyes. She couldn't avoid hearing them, though, and that was almost as bad.
"Gee, Derrick," Billy complained, sounding disappointed. "I thought we were going to punish the bitch first."
"Don't be so impatient," Derrick chided, lightly slapping his buddy on the arm. "We'll get to her again. You know me, I'll make sure the chick gets hers in the end!"
"And in the mouth, and up the ass, and everywhere else," Billy joked as Tom went to get Lisa and Heather.
Cyndi risked a glance to see Tom walking off toward the small room at the other end of the basement. When he entered the room, he disappeared from Cyndi's view.
"Are you comfortable, little animal?" Derrick asked, standing in front of her.
She kept her head down, too frightened to look up or speak.
"You have very nice tits, cousin," Derrick commented approvingly. "It would be a shame to hide them. And the one thing we don't allow here is shame. Now, thank me for helping you to show those great tits. And look at me when you say it."
With an incredible effort, Cyndi looked up at him as she spoke.
"Thank you." Her eyes were wet and her cheeks blushed beautifully.
"Not bad, but there is something else you need to learn. When you are permitted to speak, you must address all males as Master and all females as Mistress. So, thank me once more. And this time, be sure to state exactly what you are thanking me for. Okay?"
Cyndi nodded. "Thank you, Master, for exposing my breasts."
Derrick smiled and patted her head. Then he pulled a chair next to the stool. Billy had already taken a seat at one end of the couch and was stroking the big cock-bulge in his jeans, anxiously waiting for more fun to begin. They both looked expectantly at the doorway to the other room. Cyndi, too, was watching. She tried not to notice that Derrick was the only one not watching the doorway. He was still examining her.
Finally, the two girls emerged from the other room.
Cyndi gasped, too shocked to even turn away.
Lisa wore nothing except a tiny pair of black leather panties and long black boots that went up to her thighs. She had a haughty, insolent look as she walked, swaying her small hips seductively and thrusting out her peach-sized tits. Her childish body contrasted with the womanly lust betrayed in her face. The sexy teenager looked like something from a sailor's wet dream.
The thin riding crop she held in one hand tapped lightly against her shiny boots. In the other hand, she held a long leash that she kept tightly pulled, not allowing much slack. At the end of the leash, on her hands and knees, was Heather.
Heather crawled behind her younger sister. She was completely naked except for a collar locked around her neck which was snapped to the leash Lisa controlled.
The older sister looked like a beautifully trained show animal ready for exhibition. Her large heavy tits swayed as she crawled. The thick black hair that framed her head like a dark curly mane shook loosely every time Lisa jerked on the leash. Lisa kept Heather's head pulled up, so everyone could see her face. The older sister's blue eyes burned bright and clear, and her full, soft lips were damp where she constantly brushed them with the tip of her tongue. The sleek muscles in her thighs moved sexily as she crawled.
Her bowed body erotically flashed her sexy, firm ass-cheeks and delicate back. Everything about her movement was designed to expose the most sexually stimulating qualities of her nakedness.
Cyndi noticed that the tips of Heather's nipples were hard and pointed and that her breathing was labored by more than just physical exertion. Even Cyndi could tell that her dark-haired cousin was extremely aroused at being so displayed.
"Heather has been trained," Derrick informed his bound cousin, "as indeed you will be trained."
Cyndi, horrified, quickly looked at him. He meant it! They were going to try to turn her into some kind of sex-slave!
But she would resist, she convinced herself. She would somehow fight them. Maybe she could even pretend to become what they wanted, and fool them. She had to, she couldn't let them win. She just couldn't.
Lisa led her sister to the couch where Tom and Billy watched hungrily. Heather had kept in step expertly, crawling quickly and obediently. She had clearly done it many times before. Cyndi wondered how many men had seen her cousin this way. When Lisa stopped just in front of Tom, Heather immediately came in to rest on her hands and knees.
Tom lay back on the couch, one leg dangling over the arm rest. He stared openly at her. Heather's head was held high by the collar and leash. Lisa pressed the tip of the riding crop against her sister's cheek, turning her head toward the hired hand seated near her.
"Say hello to Tom," Lisa commanded, smiled wickedly.
The tension on the leash slackened, and Heather put her face to the floor, where Torn rested a foot. She then began pushing her thick hair and soft face affectionately against his dirty boot. She moved upward, continually pressing against his leg. She even made a small purring noise as she pressed her lips to his jeans.
"Every female has certain animalistic qualities that emerge through proper training," Derrick whispered to Cyndi, who had been too horribly captivated by the bizarre spectacle to even turn away. "Heather's dominant trait is somewhat feline in nature. Lisa's, on the other hand, is particularly reptilian. Yours is currently unknown-an ignorance we will assuredly rectify."
Cyndi shuddered. Heather had reached Tom's thighs. He held a hand in front of her and she immediately licked his fingers and palm.
Swinging his other leg from the armrest, Tom trapped the young girl's head between his knees, forcing her to struggle briefly. He then allowed her to move her face upward. As she nuzzled her lips against his cock-bulge, Heather's tits rubbed against his legs. Finally, unable to control himself, Tom seized the sexy creature's arms and pulled her face up to his. He crushed his mouth against hers as she pressed her body against him.
Whimpering with need, Heather raised a leg and tried to push her hot juicy pussy against one of his knees, desperately trying to stimulate her engorged clit. Because Tom's powerful grip held the girl's arms pinned to her sides, the dark-haired she-beast could only twist and twitch her ass in an effort to hump his kneecap. It was a shameless effort to rub her burning cunt.
Swish! Smack!
Lisa lashed the riding crop against Heather's ass, leaving a dim red line where it hit. She raised her hand to bring it down again.
"Stop that," the slim teenager ordered. "You weren't given permission to pleasure yourself!"
Swish! Smack!
The riding crop struck again, this time high on the back of Heather's thighs. Her whole body began twitching uncontrollably. Tom pulled his mouth away from hers and locked her even more tightly in his muscular arms, trapping her helplessly for the beating.
"Go ahead, whip the whore!" he shouted, laughing as she struggled sensuously in his hands.
Lisa rained down blow after blow on her struggling sister.
Tom's knees were between Heather's thighs so he could spread her long legs widely apart. As he pulled her body tightly to him, he forced the legs apart, leaving her inner thighs and pussy vulnerable to Lisa's blows. The wicked nymphet kept slashing away at Heather's plump ass and sensitive thighs.. She aimed her blows so they sliced evenly along her ass-mounds and down the backs of her sleek, tanned legs. The flexible shaft of the crop also lashed against Heather's inner thighs and on her curly-haired cunt. Whenever a blow landed on the girl's damp pussy, it snapped brutally at her aching setting her whole ass to twitching.
Lisa, meanwhile, did her work enthusiastically. As one hand continued to beat away with the whip, her other hand reached into her leather panties and she stroked her own pussy.
Derrick quietly explained to Cyndi, whose eyes were wide and unbelieving.
"Female animals must be given permission to do everything from relieving themselves to speaking. Do you understand?"
His cousin was so engrossed in the spectacle that she barely heard him. Suddenly he reached out and viciously pinched one of her nipples and jerked it, shaking the tit brutally.
"Do you understand?"
"Y-yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master," the girl answered quickly, remembering.
Derrick nodded, releasing her nipple and returning his attention to his sisters.
Heather's knees were on the edge of the couch, pushing her ass and legs high in the air. Lisa's small arm was swinging the whip wildly, leaving tiny red lines all along the back of the beautiful body in front of her. Finally, Tom threw the girl off the couch and onto the floor. Heather quickly returned to a resting position on her hands and knees. Lisa pulled on the leash, jerking the girl's bead upward. She held the riding crop directly in front of her sister. Heather pushed her tongue along its shaft slowly and pursed her lips to kiss it frequently. She even sucked at the edge, making small soft noises as she did it. When her lips reached the handle, she kissed Lisa's hand.
"Thank you, Mistress," Heather told her sister.
"Bring the pussy over here. I want to check out her ass," Billy said, licking his lips hungrily.
Lisa led Heather to where the other hired hand waited. Heather crawled to him and then turned so her ass was easily within his reach. Lisa stood directly in front of the girl, so that Heather's face was mere inches from the younger teenager's black leather panties. Heather kept her gaze forward, staring at her sister's belly. Without warning, Billy suddenly slammed his open palm against the delicious ass just beneath him.
The vicious slap made a loud clap that filled the whole room. Heather was knocked forward into Lisa, but she quickly moved back into position. There was a deep smear of red where Billy had hit her.
"Okay, let's see if the bitch is as hot as she looks," Billy said, grinning and leaning forward.
He put one hand on the small of her back as if to hold it down. He curled the fingers of his other hand and reached between the1girl's legs and harshly raked at the thick black bush covering her cunt. Shoving several fingers deep in the girl's hot pussy-hole, he pulled his hand through the curly cunt-hairs. He was able to keep the tips of his fingers in Heather's fuck-pit as he pushed his thumb up her ass-crack and began teasing her tiny asshole. Then he closed his fist, violating both holes at once. Savagely holding the helpless girl by cunt and asshole, Billy began thrusting his arm forward, actually lifting Heather's ass off the ground.
Heather went wild.
Cyndi had never heard the kinds of moans coming from deep inside the abused girl. She had never even imagined such bestial growls of pure sexual heat were even possible in humans. The blonde captive found herself irresistibly responding to the lewd noises. Her hands, tied behind her, began to clench and unclench as she pushed her nails into her palms, fighting the emotions overwhelming her. She didn't realize that her ass was squirming against the stool seat, but she knew her pussy was hot and damp.
Heather, not permitted to speak, was moaning deliciously. She had pressed her face tightly against Lisa's panties and was desperately licking and biting the leather that covered the girl's hot pussy. The petite sex imp didn't slap her sister's face away. Instead, she gripped her own small tits and fondled them roughly, never taking her eyes off the cute ass being jerked back and forth by Billy's powerful arm.
Billy was having a really good time. Used to moving heavy ranch equipment, he found it easy to lift Heather's fight ass with one hand. With his free hand, he slapped at the reddening ass-cheeks bouncing before him. The rocking, twisting motion of his other hand caused his fingers to slither in and out of Heather's fuck-holes. And Heather was humping his hand for all she was worth.
"Yeah, baby!" Billy cried out. "Ride it, ride it hard!"
"Do her, Billy, do her good!" Lisa shouted, puffing the girl's head even harder against her leather panties.
Suddenly, Heather's stomach muscles began to convulse and her long legs stiffened.
"She starting to come," Derrick told Cyndi. "Watch her-it's almost as interesting as when Lisa does."
Heather's thighs clamped down on the fist stuck between her legs and her toes pointed outward. Every beautiful muscle in her sleek body stood out as she shook. With her palms still supporting her front weight and her face being pulled tightly against Lisa's cunt, all of her back weight was held up by the fingers buried deep in her cunt and asshole. Her trembling turned to powerful spasms as she came. Lisa was shoving her sister's face up and down in her crotch, much as Tom had done to Cyndi's face earlier.
"That's it, bitch!" Lisa screamed at the twitching, jerking girl. "Show us what a hot cunt you really are!"
Heather grunted, closing her eyes but keeping her face moving against Lisa's crotch. Just as Heather peaked, Billy rammed his hand up her cunt so that it seemed to swallow his whole fist. Laughing lustily, he impaled the writhing girl on his fist as she orgasmed.
Even when Heather's legs relaxed and her body collapsed under the drain of energy, Billy kept his fingers in her fuck-holes and toyed with them to keep her hot and at the edge of another orgasm.
Lisa, too, was at the edge, but she hadn't come. Cyndi wondered if Lisa, like her sister, as not permitted release until commanded. Cyndi, correctly, had understood Lisa's pleading glance at her brother to be a request for such permission. The bound blonde had also correctly understood the reply as Derrick shook his head mercilessly. Cyndi shuddered at the thought of being under such rigid control.
Finally, it looked like Billy was finished teasing the sexy young creature. He jerked his fingers from Heather's fuck-holes. Cyndi could see his fingers soaked with pussy juices and covered with tiny black cunt-hairs. Billy didn't bother wiping them off. Instead, he indicated to Lisa that he wanted Heather facing him. Immediately, Lisa tapped her sexy pet on the shoulder with the riding crop, signaling her to turn around. Heather, still shaking, turned on her hands and knees and held her head level with the edge of the couch.
Saying nothing, Billy put his pussy-stained hand in her face. Heather quickly licked and sucked at his soaked fingers. Her full, soft lips became shiny with saliva, and cunt-juices as she sucked each slimy finger separately, carefully. Billy kept his thumb in her mouth the longest, making certain she cleaned it properly.
"Good girl," Billy told her, petting her dark-haired head affectionately.
"Lisa," Derrick instructed, pointing to the mat where everyone could easily watch, "take your pet and show us some tricks."
Lisa jerked on the leash, pulling Heather behind her as she went to the place that Derrick had indicated. Smiling, Lisa put her hands on her slim hips and looked over her rapt audience. She knew what they wanted, and she knew how to give it to them. From both ends of the leash. For Lisa had been, and would be again, in the same spot as her sister. And she loved it just as much, if not more.
Walking around Heather, Lisa bent forward to undo the leash from her collar. The sexy nymph was between Heather and the men, and she bent in such a way as to display her leather covered ass. Wiggling her ass seductively, she slowly undid the leash. Tossing the long leash and riding crop off to one side, Lisa went over and stood next to her sister's shoulders.
"It's just too damn hot in here," Lisa remarked.
She unzipped the long boots she wore and slid them off. Next, she pulled her panties off to expose the beautifully wet, blonde bush around her thick, pink cunt-lips. She turned the black panties inside out, showing the damp crotch which had been covering her humid pussy. Lisa held the leather in front of Heather and allowed her to lick it clean. When Heather had finished, Lisa tossed the panties away.
"Time for some tricks!" she announced.
"Go fetch the snake, bitch," Lisa commanded her sister.
Heather quickly crawled to a trunk sitting against one of the walls. Using her nose and face, she struggled to open it and put her head inside. When she pulled her head out, she held a long black whip. She turned and crawled back to Lisa, keeping the whip between her teeth. It did indeed resemble a big black snake. The big whip was much more deadly looking than the small riding crop Lisa had held before.
"W-what is she going to do?" Cyndi asked, afraid.
"They're going to put on a show," Derrick answered coldly, resting one hand on the bound captive's knee.
Heather had reached Lisa and held her head up so that her mistress could take the whip. Lisa pulled it from Heather's mouth and patted her sister's dark mane.
Lisa snapped the whip in the air, cracking it loud enough to cause Heather to jump. Derrick's hand began slowly moving up Cyndi's leg.
"Roll over!" Lisa snapped the whip, hitting Heather's ass.
Heather immediately went to the floor, put her arms over her head and stretched her long legs tightly against each other. She rolled.
Lisa snapped the whip again, this time in the direction Heather was twisting. Obediently, the collared sex-beast changed directions and twisted the other way. She had turned only a few twists when the whip cracked near her again. She went the opposite way, her thick hair shaking wildly.
Lisa played this game with the loud encouragement of Billy and Tom. Both of them had pulled their clothes off and were jacking off.
Derrick's hand had reached Cyndi's pink panties and his fingers nipped at the thin silk covering her cunt. The flimsy panties were soaked. He ran two fingers up and down the wettest spot, slowly stroking the thick cunt-lips straining against the thin material.
Cyndi couldn't control herself as her ass moved toward Derrick's hand. She closed her eyes, ashamed.
"Don't shut your eyes," Derrick ordered harshly. "Watch the show!"
Terrified, Cyndi obeyed.