Chapter 4
Angie moaned as consciousness returned. She tried to move, but she was tied up again. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her husband fucking his great big cock in and out of Candy's willing cunt as she knelt on the floor, her bridesmaid dress up over her back and her thighs spread and thrusting for the fuck she was getting.
Candy's face was deep between Brenda's thighs as the dark-haired girl lay on the floor, her own dress pulled right up, her legs in the air. All three of them were groaning with passion as they pleased each other. Jack's cock fucked in and out of Candy's hot little cunt and Brenda clutched her cousin's hair as the knowing little mouth played with her clit.
"Oh, look," said Jack. "My lovely wife is awake."
"Don't stop!" Candy yelled. "Fuck me, come on, shoot it all up me!" Her face buried itself back in Brenda's pussy and her tongue lapped and licked up into Brenda's wide-open pussy hole.
Angie realized that she was looking at them all upside down. She was lashed to the table again, but this time she was on her back. Her head hung over the edge and her legs had been pulled back over her head and tied to the table legs on either side of her face. Her ass had been kept close to the tabletop by a strong rope put round her waist.
From there the rope went back under the table and was lashed tight to the other table legs. Her arms were strapped to her thighs so that her fingers were just over her virgin pussy. More rope wound round her shoulders and round her lovely tits. Itheld her upper body to the tabletop.
Her bridal dress had been torn down the front to expose her legs and ass, and the neck had been opened to the waist and her tits were naked.
She looked at the dreadful scene on the floor. Jack was fucking Candy deeply and the little whore loved every huge cock-hrust.
Jack turned to Angie and laughed. "I warned you, you little cunt. You didn'tlisten, you tried to get your mother to save you."
He fucked Candy hard until she was moaning and heaving on his cock. "So we're gonna teach you a thing or two right here, before we all get in the car and head off for our wonderful honeymoon."
He fucked into Candy and she moaned as she sucked Brenda's squirming cunt.
"Your fuckin' mother was as bad as I said she was," Jack went on. "She didn't believe you had fainted. Said there was something wrong, that she knew her daughter and all that. Said she should call you when we got there. That shit got up my nose, and you're gonna pay for it. You either get her under control or take the consequences.
He held Candy's heaving ass cheeks as she started to come under his deep fucking.
"When I've come," he said, "you'll learn all about it. And you'll be sorry you tried to get to your fuckin' mother."
Tears rolled over her cheeks as she saw her husband ramming his big cock into his cousin, while her moans of pleasure rang round the room.
"Oh, don't worry," said Jack. "They've all gone. We've got the place until tomorrow if we want it. So you can scream as loud as you like. Nobody will hear you now."
Angie sobbed and tried to get free of the ropes binding her to the table. But they were as secure as the stockings and leather belt had been, and she gave up. She stared in horror at the threesome fucking on the floor.
Brenda was squealing with pleasure as Candy sucked her sopping wet cunt, working her over with the skill of long practice. Candy gave a yell of lust as Jack rammed his cock deep into her cunt, lifting her off the floor, holding her on his prick until she was writhing and pulsing on the rigid fuck-pole.
"Ohhh, Jack," she moaned. "Ohhhh, don't ever stop, please, don't ever stop!"
The little whore screamed with growing lust as Jack bounced her body up and down on his cock rod, still holding her off the floor.
Candy's legs stretched out, her toes found a grip on the rutted wooden floor, and she screamed a long wailing scream of orgasm as Jack worked his hands over her ass.
Brenda took her cousin's face and rammed it hard into her pussy. "Suck it!" she demanded. "Suck it! Ohhhh, shit, suck it."
Her ass thrust off the floor and she groaned as Candy licked deep into the crevice of her cunt.
The depravity went on as Angie watched. Her bridesmaids screamed together as they came, orgasms racking them, their bodies bowed as they gave way to the lust.
Then Jack bellowed out, his cock deep in Candy'scunt. "I'm coming!" he yelled. "Coming, ohhhh fuck! Watch this, you cunt, watch it! This is how I'm gonna fuck that cherry of yours, you wait."
Angie felt the tears running into her hair. She saw Jack heave Candy even higher. Saw his hips jerking as he rammed his cock into her willing cunt. He gave a great yell of release, and Angie could see his cock twitching as he caine.
Candy moaned with pleasure and she ran her hand back, caressing his balls as the white cum shot out of them, deep into her cunt. Angie saw the first oozings of cum force its way out of Candy's throbbing pussy as Jack poured it in- to her. Cum ran down Candy's legs, and Angie was almost sick again seeing it.
For almost a minute, the three of them were unaware of her as they tossed and came on the floor. Jack's cum covered the insides of Candy's thighs by the time she gave a final moan of release and sank back to the wooden boards. Brenda subsided too, her body slowly twisting in pleasure. And Jack grinned like a demon, while his slippery cock slowly slid out of Candy's wet cunt.
"Fuck," he said, "you two just go on getting better." He slapped Candy on the ass and she wriggled with pleasure. "How about some food? There's plenty downstairs."
Candy grinned as she turned and slipped her dress down her slim legs. "Sure," she said, "just for you. I'm also gonna get outa this piece of crap. Won't be long."
She got up, slipped her high-heeled shoes back on and left.
Jack came over to his weeping, bound bride. "How ya feelin'? Oooohhhh, baby, feel bad? Don't worry, daddy got a great big cock for you."
Angie looked up as his prick hovered above her face. It was slimy with his cum and with Candy's cunt juices. His cock was also about half hard, even after the orgasm he'd had. He slowly leaned in and ran the slippery pole over Angie's mouth. Angie sobbed, keeping her lips tightly shut and closing her eyes to try and pretend the whole thing wasn't happening.
"Now, now, baby," said her husband. "Little baby gonna suck daddy's cock. Open wide."
The dreadful, thick cockhead pressed against Angie's innocent lips. Angie twisted her head away. She screamed as she managed to get away from it for a second. She would have screamed again, but Jack had thrust the hard cock meat back to her lips almost instantly.
"Oh now," he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "Little girl gonna take great big cock in her mouth, or little girl gonna feel a lot of pain."
Angie opened her eyes. There, right in front of them was the quivering tip of the thin birch rod Jack had beaten her ass with earlier. This time it was Brenda who held it, and there was a demonic light in her eyes.
"Please," Brenda whispered, "please refuse to suck his cock. I love to whip little shits like you. Almost as much as I love Jack whipping and fucking me."
She laid the rod down until it was resting across Angie's lovely nipples.
Angie moaned and closed her eyes again to the horror.
"Don't," she begged, "please don't. Please let me go. I won't tell the police, I won't, I promise.
Brenda laughed. She left the thin cane lying across Angie's tits and slid the zipper of her dress down. Effortlessly, she stepped out of it. She was now dressed in nothing but the tiny slip all the girls had worn under their bridal clothes.
Still grinning, she picked the cane back up, running it very slowly over Angie's body. With her other hand, she lifted the hem of the slip the few inches it needed and caressed her wet pussy.
"You're gonna do everything we say," she promised the terrified bride. "And we're gonna have a great time teaching you."
Suddenly she lifted the cane a little and slashed it down across Angie's tits.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" Angie choked with the pain, She could just see the red line as it formed over her young, thrusting tit flesh. She stared in horror as Brenda lifted the cane again.
"Suck Jack's cock," Brenda said, the cane quivering.
Angie looked at the cane, looked at the gooey cock above her face and felt like throwing up.
"I can't!" she yelled. "Please, don't make me. . . aaaggghhhhggg . oh God, help me!"
The cane had landed right across her nipples.
"Why don't you lean on her legs, Jack?" said Brenda. "I can get a better shot then."
She raised the cane and Angie stared at the dreadful thing as it rose and lined up on her tits.
Jack grinned down at his wife. "You know, baby," he said silkily, "Brenda has such good ideas."
He spread his legs and. put his hands on her ankles. Then he leaned on them, and Angie groaned with that pain too. She thought she had been doubled up as far as she could go, but Jack forced her feet another six inches down, past her head, level with her flowing blonde hair.
"That's better," said Brenda. "See?"
She slashed the cane across the bulging mounds of Angie's tits with a force that beat another thin red line into the flesh.
"Eeeegghhhh!" Angie screamed. Then she looked up at the dreadful cock. Some of the cum had dried on it now, leaving a white-encrusted film, and she gagged at the thought of letting that into her mouth.
"Suck his cock now or I won't let you suck it until you beg me," said Brenda, with a hard, gloating tone in her voice.
Angie whimpered. She looked at the cane, looked up at the cock above her mouth, and she knew she couldn't do it. However hard they beat her, she couldn't give in and take that thing in her mouth. She burst into tears.
"Stupid little cunt," said Brenda.
Her arm swept up and the cane crashed across Angie's tits with double the force she had used before. Brenda didn't wait now. The cane went up again, and Angie's screams became continuous as the thin wood beat her tits mercilessly. The agony from each blow spread like jolts of lightning, tearing at her, leaving her weeping and begging for mercy.
But there wasn't any mercy. Brenda started to whip one tit at a time. She increased the blows, bouncing the bulging tit flesh around until Angie sobbed and choked, her begging eyes flicking back and forth between the cane and the cock inches above her mouth. The cane whipped another red line into her right tit.
Jack leaned down over her, his face mocking, his cock stiff and hard, ready to rape her mouth.
"She's being a stubborn little cunt," he said, and pressed Angie's legs another couple of inches downward.
"Sure is," said Brenda, slashing Angie's left tit with two rapid strokes.
Angie moaned and her head rolled as the pain surged through her. Her tits were crimson now, one mass of whipped flesh.
"If you don't take my cock in on the count of three," said Jack, "you'll get your tits whipped until my cock is hard again."
Angie opened her eyes and stared at his huge prick through a haze of tears and pain.
"One," said Jack, and Angie leaped against the ropes, screaming as Brenda whipped her. "Two."
Brenda whipped again, clouding Angie's mind further.
"Three!"
Angie screamed as Brenda put all the strength of her arm into the blow. Angie's tits bounced and pulsed as the cane at into them.
"Well, well, well," said Jack with a grin. "She sure loves to get whipped."
He leaned down on his young wife's legs and waited while Brenda slashed into her tits.
"Please, please!" Angie screamed in utter agony as the cane laid into her.
"What the fuck is the little cunt talking about?" said Jack as Angie bounced around on the table, screaming with pain. "Does my cock look hard to you, Brenda?"
"Nope," said Brenda, whipping Angie hard. "And it's all her fault, because she won't suck it. She deserves everything she gets."
With a fury that almost sent Angie into a dead faint, Brenda slashed her tits, whipping up over the bruised, crimson flesh, line by line, up over the nipples to the top and then down. She concentrated on Angie's nipples each time.
Angie's screams had sunk to a low moan with sudden yells at intervals. She had to do something to stop the pain and there was only one way. In a nightmare of agony she opened her mouth, but Jack didn't slide his cock in. He pushed down on her legs and laughed.
"Beg for it, cunt," he said.
Angie felt another lash on her tits. "Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, let me do it!" Instantly shame overwhelmed her. She broke into more tears.
"What do you want to do, little girl?" asked her evil husband. His mocking face hung above the bound woman.
"S-s-aaaagghhhh, ohhhh help!" Angie moaned. "S-s-suck your cock!"
"Now that's not very good," said Jack. "Try again."
"Oh, don't make me, don't, d-aaaagghh, ohhhh!" Angie tossed on the table as the pain shot to unbelievable heights. "Please let me suck you!"
"Suck my what?" Jack demanded, his voice impatient and hard.
"Please, please let me suck your cock!" Angie screamed.
Angie slobbered as she looked up at the rampant monster cock she had to take in her mouth. As he slid it to her lips, Angie's fingers touched her pussy lips. The electric shock of pleasure that shot out of the contact made her gasp.
Now, with the head of Jack's cock just inside her lips, Angie felt herself wanting to do it again. It made the pain so much easier to take.
"Suck," her husband commanded.
Angie opened her mouth and let him slide another few inches in. The dried cum came off, washed away instantly by saliva that was suddenly flowing very freely. As the cane landed on her tits once more, Angie let her scream beat into the cock fucking her face and her fingers went back to her throbbing cunt lips again.
He fucked into her mouth, beating the cockhead right to the entrance to her throat. The throbbing cock filled her mouth, beat into her cheeks, then pulled back until just the great cir- cumcised cock head was inside her lips.
"Suck it, bitch!" Jack ordered. "Lick it, make it feel good."
He waited, his hands pressing her legs down.
Angie, lost in her nightmare, did as she was told. She sucked the prickhead, felt it jump and twitch with excitement. Her fingers rubbed at the hardening bud of her clit, and she struggled to get her hands to the hole of her pussy. But the bonds on her hands wouldn't let her go that far. All she could touch was her clit, and she rubbed at it in a fury. The harder she rubbed, the easier the pain in her tits got. Slowly the pleasure shooting out from her opening pussy mingled with the pain, rising, soaring until she was not sure which was which.
Jack fucked his cock deep into her throat once more, and Angie gagged as she tried to take it. But her mouth wouldn't open, and however hard he pushed, the cock lodged and stuck. He grunted and eased it back.
"I'll teach you, cunt," he promised. "You'll learn to take it all in, right to the balls."
Then he pulled out of her mouth and Angie moaned suddenly.
"Do you think my cock is hard enough?" Jack asked, walking over to Brenda.
She stopped whipping Angie and slid her hand over the rock-hard cock.
Angie gasped and moaned on the table. Her fingers tried to hold her slippery clit and rub it harder, but she couldn't move her fingers enough. She saw Brenda squeeze Jack's cock, testing it. The agony in Angie's tits rolled over her body. She looked down at her tortured tits, and they were terrible to see, red lines beaten into one crimson mass.
"Nah," said Brenda, "that's not hard enough. She'll have to do more."
Angie screamed. She looked at the cane as Brenda raised it over her tits again. Angie ran her tongue over her lips, watching the thin birch, moaning as it trembled.
Jack slid his cock back into her-mouth, and Angie gave a groan as the hard fuck-rod sank deep and throbbed with that overpowering male domination. She was helpless.
Then Brenda whipped her sore tits again. The renewed agony was sharper than before. Angie could feel each line of the cane as it thrashed into her. She clutched at her pussy.
"Shit," said Brenda, "the cunt's gonna come and you ain't even fucked her yet."
Jack laughed. "Told you," he said. "Gimme a week, maybe less." He leaned down over his wife as she struggled in the grip of the ropes. "Now that's very bad, what you're doing, isn't it?"
Angie could hardly hear him through the raging torrent of her agony and lust.
"Your mother told you not to play with yourself, didn't she?" Jack said.
"Y-yes," Angie sobbed. She didn't know what she was doing anymore. Her tits thrust up to meet the cane suddenly. Her fingers rubbed her clit with a rising demand, and her mouth sucked at the cock as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
"So you certainly need to be punished for doing such a wicked thing, don't you?" Jack asked his rolling, screaming wife.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes!" Angie screamed. She arched up as far as the ropes would let her. Her tits rolled under the cane. Suddenly her throat muscles opened and Jack sank his cock effortlessly into her throat.
"Oh, fuck," he said in surprise. "Ohhhh, fuck!"
He leaned on Angie's legs, pumping his prick into her, watching her thrash and moan on the table. Angie sucked the massive shaft of cock meat. Her throat muscles convulsed round it. Her fingers slipped over her wet clit and the first burst of an orgasm shattered inside her.
She had never had one before, hadn't even been told what they were, but she knew. The beat of the come burst like starshells in her guts. She screamed, took the cock deeper into her throat and sucked on it until Jack was yelling and fucking her mouth.
"You little cunt!" he bellowed. "You were supposed to get me hard, not bring me off. I'll get you for this, I'll get you!"
Angie didn't care anymore. The cane on her tits beat down in perfect time to the rising beat of her orgasm. The orgasm washed over her, pulse after pulse, rising with the beat of the cane and the ramming thrust of the cock in her mouth. She worked her clit, moaning into the hard prick meat as it rammed deeper into her throat and his balls slapped into her chin.
Then, as the first jet of Jack's cum hit the back of her mouth, Angie climaxed in a burst that almost threw the table over. Screaming with lust, she swallowed the cum. Another hot blast of sperm splattered into her throat, and another, until her mouth was full and she had to swallow again and again.
Jack was yelling at her, telling her she was a whore, a cunt, a bitch that was -going to pay for messing up his plans, but Angie didn't care. At each shot of cum, her climax burst anew, rising with the flow of scalding white sperm and then falling with it as it tapered off.
Brenda lashed her tits, waiting for each jump of Jack's hips as he pumped more cum into his wife's mouth. And Angie tossed to each blow, her tits heaving up against the ropes.
Jack groaned and he sank down over Angie's face, his cock dribbling the last drops of white jism into Angie's throat.
Brenda slowed and then stopped the cane, and Angie moaned as she sank back onto the tabletop, her mouth still full of Jack's slowly softening cock, her fingers slowly playing with her pussy, ber mind swirling out of confusion and sinking peacefully into a bliss she had never known before.
Now, the euphoria was gone.
Angie lay miserably on the tabletop, the pain from her bound body and whipped tits returning. She wept bitterly for her lost innocence.