Chapter 2
Slowly Brenda got up off the table and turned to Jack. "What we gonna do?"
Jack pulled his young bride close to him and his stiff cock pushed the white lace of her dress between her legs.
"Stupid bitch," he snarled. "Couldn't leave it all alone, huh? Shit, we'll have to get you into shape real fast."
Angie almost fainted. She was still ufterly confused, the remains of her wedding day bliss still hanging on. But the grim reality was undeniable. Her husband dragged her round the still-kneeling Candy toward the table.
"W-what are you going to do, Jack?" Angie whispered, sudden terror rising in her.
"I'm gonna make sure you don't give us away," said Jack. "Then we can start properly on you. Hey, don't just stand there, girls. We gotta gag her."
Angie gasped. She tried to keep her dignity, turning to her husband.
"Let me go," she said urgently. "I'm telling you, we were never married. I'm going to get an annulment. I'm not doing anything with a brute like you."
She struggled and tried to get away, but his grip on her arm was too strong and he effortlessly swung her around until she was almost forced to sit on the table.
"Don't," she whined, "you're hurting me. Let me go, you'll get my dress dirty."
Jack laughed and gripped her by the hair, pulling her head back. In front of her, she saw that Candy had peeled her panties off and Brenda had almost got one of her stockings down to her ankle.
Finally Angie realized the desperate position she was in.
"Don't," she moaned, her hair almost pulling out of her head as she struggled. "I'll scr...mmmgghh!!!"
Candy stuffed her panties into Angie's protesting mouth. Angie almost threw up as the hot smell of Candy's young pussy wafted into her nostrils. She spluttered helplessly. Brenda came and tied the white stocking around Angie's face, knotting it behind her head. The panties were held tight and it was all Angie could do to breathe. She stared at Jack, tears rolling down her face, her whole world shattered.
He turned her, held her arms behind his back. "Shit," he said. "I know we gotta work fast, but I gotta see my wife's tits before I teach her her first lesson. Open the dress for me, Brenda, will you?"
Angie struggled and wept. She stared as Brenda came forward and slowly undid the top button of her white bridal dress. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the panties muffled the sound and only a strange gurgle came out.
Brenda grinned and undid the next button. Angie's chest heaved as she struggled, but Jack was strong as he brutally wrenched her arms back, pushing her tits out even farther.
Brenda slid the top of Angie's white dress open. That didn't yet reveal her tits, but Brenda was playing with the terrified bride, opening her inch by inch to their lascivious gazes.
The next button came undone. Angie moaned and wrenched her body as hard as she could, but nothing broke Jack's iron grip. Brenda slid the lacy sides of her dress apart and finally the clasp of Angie's little white bra was showing. Brendagrinned again, her finger on the next button.
"Got to see them all," she taunted Angie.
She opened the next button and now only the flimsy material of the bra protected Angie's innocent tits. Brenda spread the dress until she could run her hands over the bra, playing with the clasp between Angie's swelling tit mounds.
Suddenly she undid the clasp and Angie broke into hysterical floods of tears. Her luscious young tits jumped out of the bra, and Brenda eased the bra and her dress aside until they were totally open.
"Nice," said Candy.
She reached in and tweaked Angie's nipple. Angie's tits were indeed wonderful. The swelling globes had only a slight curve to the under-side and the areolas were tiny and pink. Angie's nipples stood out in the cold room and Candy ran her fingers over them, urging them to stand out more.
"Wow," said Candy, "we can have some fun with these."
She twisted Angie's nipples hard and the young girl staggered back against her husband.
"And we're gonna," said Jack.
He held Angie's wrists effortlessly in one hand and leaned over her shoulder. His hard fingers played with her tits, holding them, testing how they felt. He took one nipple between his fingers and tightened his grip, slowly, relentlessly until his bride was screaming in-to the panties that blocked her mouth and her body shook with the pain.
He let go suddenly, then spun Angie around and shoved her face down over the table. Angie's head was clouded with pain and humiliation, but she couldn't believe that she was going to get the same treatment as Candy had got.
"Use your stockings," she heard Jack say.
His hand pinned her to the table by the small of her back and she felt the rough wood of the table on her tits. Suddenly she felt hands tying a stocking around her ankles and lashing it to the leg of the table. Then she felt hands run- ning up her leg, and she screamed again into the gag. She struggled on the table, but the hands reached her knee and put another stocking around it.
Then she felt her dress being lifted until it was clear of her knees. Angie moaned and wept as the stocking held her knee to the table leg and she was rendered helpless.
The two girls moved to her other ankle, lashing another stocking around it.
"You want to use one of hers?" Brenda asked.
"Shit," said Jack. "I forgot we only got three. Hell no, use my belt. I'll get something better for her ass."
Horror rose in Angie like a tide. Then she felt the hard leather of Jack's belt going around her other knee. As the girls tightened it, it forced Angie's thighs wider apart and she wept at the realization that her virgin pussy would be open and vulnerable to their depraved lusts. She tried to yell, but Jack held her down, and it was clear that he was by no means finished with her.
"Hold her down," he said.
The two girls came around and pirined Angie, Brenda pushing down on her shoulders and Candy holding her hair. Angie felt thin leather thongs being lashed around her thumbs and then down her fingers, each in turn, until her arms were helpless as well as her legs.
"That'll have to do," said Jack. "Hold her Candy. Brenda, go to my luggage and get me the electric cock, will ya? We'll keep her under control with that."
Angie didn't understand, but she heard Brenda's footsteps as she hurried away. Candy took her hair and pulled Angie's tear-stained face up to her.
"Silly little cunt," she said, and her hands roved over Angie's tits. "You're gonna get it now."
Angie tried to pull her tits away from Candy, but the girl just laughed at her and slapped her across the face.
"You'll do as you're told," she said, and held Angie's hair while she slapped her again.
Angie heard Jack come back into the room, and suddenly he stood in front of her, a long thin wooden rod in his hand.
"Just the thing," he said. "Must have held up a curtain. What do you think, Candy?"
"Ooooo, probably," said Candy. "Why didn't you fmd that before?"
"Horny little cunt," Jack said. "Now, Angie, you see this cane?" He waved it under Angie's nose. "I'm gonna beat you with this until you agree to come downstairs with us, say good-bye to all your guests and we make sure they go. So all you- have to do is nod your head, real hard so we know. Got that?"
Angie stared at her husband, then at the cane, and her stomach twisted with fear. He was going to beat her with that thin wood, but she would never give in.
"Oh well," said Jack, "she'll catch on."
He walked around the table, and Angie found herself tensing for the agony she knew was coming. Jack bent down and slowly lifted the hem of her dress up over her knees, his hands running over her stockinged legs eve?y inch of the way.
Angie moaned and tossed on the table, but he went on. He took the dress up, over her stocking tops and then tossed it over her ass and onto her back. Her ass cheeks were totally ex- posed, and, with her thighs so spread out, her ;virgin pussy was also open to him.
"What the fuck are we going to do with this dress?" Jack wondered aloud. "If Candy couldn't keep it up, you sure as hell won't."
"I'll hold it," said Candy. "I got two hands." She rea9hed over Angie's shoulders and grabbed the hem of the wonderful bridal gown. She pulled it up until it was over Angie's head, and Candy could hold it and Angie together. "Okay, she's ready."
Angie moaned, trying to push the panties in her mouth aside so that she could scream for help. But it wasn't very successful. The panties managed to block her mouth very effectively. Then Angie really did scream. The most unbearable pain broke across her stretched ass cheeks. Jack had lashed the thin cane over them and the "crack" echoed around the room. Angie bucked on the table, her mouth wide as she screamed into the gag.
"Shit, this cunt's got an ass," Jack said. "She's gonna be great when she learns." He swept his hand down again and Angie rolled on the table, tears flooding down her cheeks and staining the stocking around her face.
Each stroke of the cane on her helpless ass doubled the agony. Angie didn't know pain like that existed. It burned out of her tight ass cheeks. Her thin white panties were no protection at all from the furious beating she was getting. Another stroke laid an additional line of red pain across her flesh, and her head twisted in agony.
Again her husband beat her.
"Just let me know when you're ready to go downstairs," said Jack as the thin rod beat in-to his bride's innocent flesh. "Just nod your head."
Angie wept and screamed as the pain soared from her ass and up into her body. Her lungs were sore from screaming, and her stomach twisted in knots that threatened to drive her insane with fear.
Jack lashed her ass, his arm swinging high in the air before crashing down and laying extra lines of red flesh into her ass.
"Nod, you little cunt!" he ordered.
Angie couldn't think anymore. The pain and degradation she was suffering had driven all of that out of her mind. Her hair hurt as Candy held her down on the table, but that was the least of her pain.
Her ass was on fire. Each stroke was like an explosion bursting in her guts, surging over her helpless body. She knew she would faint if it went on much longer.
But Jack was an expert. He knew how much she could take. His strokes became slower, but harder. He allowed his young wife a few seconds to recover before beating her again. Angie struggled, but nothing could stop the cruel beating. Somehow she was aware that Brenda had come back into the room.
"Here," Brenda said, "and get on with it. I had to tell them that the innocent bride was fixing her hair and would be down soon."
"Nod, you bitch!" Jack yelled.
The thin rod slashed into Angie's ass again. The agony erupted and Angie gasped for air as she screamed. But, somehow, it cleared her head. She would nod, nod as hard as they wanted. Then, when they got downstairs, it would be simple. She would run to her mother and the nightmare would be over. Then she could get the police.
"Nod, you shit!" Jack yelled as he beat his wife again.
Angie nodded, straining her head against Candy's grip on her hair. She nodded as hard as she could. She bobbed her head up and down, weeping all the time.
"Was that yes?" Jack demanded.
Angie nodded again, kept on until the cane slashed into her ass one last time and Jack stepped back, apparently satisfied.
"Good," he said. He took Angie's blonde hair in his hands. "Now don't think I'm so stupid as to think you'll keep to that." He was grinning all the time. "As soon as we're downstairs, you'll run to that mother of yours, screaming about how your husband is a beast and you want to go home." He laughed into Angie's terrified face. "But I have something here to persuade you to do as I say."
He took out a thick metal dildo and Angie felt herself cringing in new fear. It was nearly as big as Jack's real cock, and it shone in the dim glow of the light above.
"Shit," he said. "I keep forgetting. Is she cherry, Brenda?"
Angie burst into fresh tears.
Brenda pulled her panties aside, and her prob ing fingers reached for the virgin entrance to Angie's cunt.
Angie screamed and shouted at her husband, but it didn't do any good. He held her while his lascivious cousin slid her finger around the tight entrance to Angie's pussy.
"Shit, she's dry," said Brenda.
"Give her a chance," snapped Jack. "She doesn't even like it yet."
Brenda giggled and her finger pushed inside the tight hole. Angie struggled as Brenda shoved hard and forced her way in. The pain surged from the walls of her virgin cunt. It was not as bad as the pain of the whip, but the humiliation more than made up for it. Angie felt Brenda force her finger in until she came up against the drum-tight skin of Angie's virginity.
"Yup," said Brenda, "she's cherry all right." She pulled her finger out and slapped Angie's whipped ass. "What ya gonna do now, Jack? Fuck her?"
"No time," said Jack. "And we don't want to rush that, do we?" He bent down and pulled his wife up by the hair once more. "This thing's gonna have to go up your ass."
Angie knew she was going to be sick. He was threatening to push that terrible metal cock in-to her ass? The man was utterly crazy.
"Yes," said Jack. "Can't spoil your cherry, can we?" He left his weeping bride and went over to where leather straps lay on the floor. He came back, attaching the metal cock to a cup in the straps. "You'll wear this when we go downstairs." He showed Angie the dreadful thing again.
"If you do anything to spoil our farewells, then I'll turn on the controls and shoot enough volts through you to make you pass out. I'll show you how it works when I've got it up your ass."
Angie's muffled pleas for mercy were no use at all. Her bound legs twitched horribly as she felt the first touch of the metal dildo against the cheeks of her ass.
Jack reached in and took a handful of her thin panties. Then he ripped and the material parted at once. Angie gasped and prflyed, but nothing stopped him.
"We spread some Vaseline on the dildo," he said, "and then, up we go."
Angie tensed, her tears still flowing continuously. Her body shook as the tip of the monster ran over the puckered entrance to her ass.
Angie screamed and passed out.