Chapter 7
As Jack shot the last of his cum-load into her cunt. She couldn't open her eyes and look at them all-she was too ashamed.
Jack grinned at his two cousins. "I think we're making progress" They untied Angie then let her fall to the floor.
The circulation was returning to her legs and arms, and the pain drove her into more sniffles and tears as she looked up at the three of them. She rubbed her wrists and ankles, stretching her muscles to ease her cramped body.
"You beast," she muttered.
"What was that, my dear?" Jack asked, leaning over the table.
"Nothing," said Angie, cringing in fear.
"How about something to eat, my darling?" Jack asked with sarcasm running deep in his voice.
"I'm not hungry," said Angie, trying to sound harsh, but only sounding terrified.
"Suit yourself," said Jack.
The three of them sat down around the table and Candy brought out the food she had managed to find downstairs.
"Well whatdya think, gals?" Jack asked. He had put his pants back on, so Angie didn't have to look at the cock that had raped her so viciously. "Do we stay here the night or do we set out for our honeymoon home?" He grinned at his cowering bride on the floor. "What would you like, darling?"
Angie ignored him. All she could feel was the pain in her whipped ass and tits. Her pussy felt as if it had been split apart and the rest of her body just ached. But it was a strange ache.
There was something sensuous about it, something that made her want to caress her tits, slide her hand down over the red and raw flesh of her clit and make it feel better. She didn't, of course, and she was disgusted that she even felt that way, but the feeling didn't go away. It slowly got worse until Angie's fingers were twitching to get at her young body.
"I dunno," said Candy. She eased the short dress over her stocking tops. "I mean we've got all the equipment there and all, but I dunno."
"I think she should get fucked over her wedding tables, don't you?" said Brenda. "There's a bar just down the street. I bet there are lots of guys there who'd love to kiss the bride. And a lot more. How about that?"
Jack grinned at her. "Yeahhhh," he drawled. "Hey, that's a great idea. How about it, Angie?"
Angie was horrified. She couldn't believe he meant it, but he'd meant every other thing he'd said. "You mean, you'd let other men, d-do what you did to me?" she stammered. Her hands went up over her tits, covering them in a most futile gesture.
"Sure," said Jack with an easy grin. "I mean I get other girls so you should get other men. Lots of them. I'm so good to my wife, don't you think, girls?"
Brenda and Candy laughed as Angie broke into new sobs. Jack got up easily, the cock bulge in the front of his pants growing bigger as he approached his bride. "You get us some guys, Brenda," he said. "You're real good at that. Candy and I'll get her ready for the fun."
"Okay," said Brenda. "I just gotta get dressed."
"Oh, take your time," said Jack. "We gotta get her ready and I bet she doesn't like it, so it may take a little bit."
Brenda grinned and left, lifting her white slip over her head as she left. Angie looked up at Jack as he stood over her, his legs spread, his hands folded.
"Get to your knees," he ordered.
Angie didn't dare protest. Her blonde hair was a mess, knotted and damp with tears, but her tits thrust out as proudly as they had ever done. The red lines over them had melted into one deep crimson mass and somehow it made her look even more alluring. She knelt at his feet, tears running down her face.
"Open my pants," said Jack.
Angie's hands shook as she reached for the zipper of his pants. She slid it down and reached inside without having to be told.
She felt the huge stiff mass of his cock meat and eased it out. Each time she saw his prick, it looked bigger and she couldn't imagine how she had ever taken it into her cunt and mouth.
"Suck it," he said and picked up another cookie.
Angie slowly lowered her mouth and tasted the tip of his monster fuck-pole again. Somehow it seemed familiar, the hardness, the massive swollen cock head, engorged with blood. She let her tongue run over it, licking as she knew he liked. If she was good enough, she wouldn't get whipped again, and that was important to her.
She let her tongue flick over the hard warm surface, then sank it into her mouth until it reached the entrance to her throat. She moaned softly and pushed slowly back and forth, running the cock head just into her throat and back again. Jack put his hands on her head, gulding her.
"Now, my little bride," he said. "You're going to learn to fuck everything I tell you to. Men, women, dildos, anything. Got that?"
Angie felt her blood racing. The disgust in her surged. He was going to degrade her until she was as disgusting as he was. But, somehow there was something else racing through her veins. An excitement, a dreadful desire. She hated herself.
"Got that?" Jack snapped.
"Mmmmmm, yes," Angie whispered as she pulled her mouth away from his cock for a second.
"Good," he said. "Now suck my cock as far as you can and then get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You look a disgrace."
Angie wept more as she slid her mouth over the thrusting cock rod and took it as deep as she could. It fucked about an inch into her throat and stuck there. She couldn't take more of it.
"Come on, you cunt," said Jack.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and rammed his prick into her mouth.
Angie choked and struggled as the thick fucker pushed deeper into her mouth. She felt her throat muscles open, throbbing every inch of the way as the invading cock slid in, deeper and harder until her eyes were bulging and she could hardly breathe.
"Breathe through your nose!" Jack snapped. "I'm staying right there until you do."
Angie struggled with her urge to vomit. The cock was so deep in her throat she felt as if it would reach right into her stomach. Dimly she remembered that she had been able to breathe with it right down her throat before. When she had been coming.
She took a breath through her nose. And then another one. And another, and then it was easier. She felt Jack ease his cock back and then thrust it in again. This time it slid almost without resistance and Jack gave a sigh of contentment.
"That's better, slut," he said. "Now once more and you go get ready."
Angie took the fuck-rod as deep as he wanted to push it.
"Now swallow on it," said Jack. "You better learn that, it's the way I want it."
Angie tried it. It was easier than she thought it would be. She felt her throat convulse around the stiff cock as she tried to swallow it, and Jack gave another great sigh of lust.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh," he said. "You Won't be half bad when you're trained. Now get out."
Brutally, he flung Angie back onto the rough boards of the floor. She gasped and burst into new tears, but Jack ignored her "Take her," he said to Candy. "And any trouble, do what you want."
"Ohhhh, sure," said Candy. She picked up the thin birch and swished it through the air. "I can handle her." She flicked out the cane and Angie screamed as it cut into her upper thighs. "Get those clothes off."
The only things poor Angie had on were the remains of her slip and her stockings. She struggled out of them under Candy's pitiless gaze and waited, trembling.
"Here," said Jack. "We'd better, just in case."
To Angie's horror, he came forward with a length of rope. At one end of it was a noose and he put it around Angie's head until the noose circled her neck.
"There," he said. "If she gives you trouble, just pull."
To illustrate his point, he eased the knot a little closer to Angie's neck. She whimpered, but he just grinned at her "Come on," said Candy, grabbing the rope and leading the terrified Angie out into the cor- ridor. Candy took the weeping girl back to the bathroom and shoved her inside. "You look terrible. You'd better have a shower."
Angie was too cowed to protest. She allowed herself to be put in the stall while Candy turned the water on. It was cold at first and Angie screamed until Candy told her to shut up. Candy gave Angie some soap and told her to get on with it. More miserable than she had ever been in her life, Angie took the soap and washed herself, making sure she got all the blood from the insides of her legs. She heard the toilet flush, but she didn't dare leave the shower.
"Come here!" shouted Candy.
Angie came out of the shower and trembled in the cold. She still had the rope round her neck and that was wet, which added to her discomfort. She stared at Candy as the wanton little whore sat on the toilet, her legs in the air and spread wide.
"Clean my pussy off," she ordered.
Angie looked around for some tissue but snapped back as Candy yelled at her.
"Lick me clean, you cunt," she demanded.
Angie stared at the wide-open thighs. Candy stared back at her, the bud of her clit clearly defined in all her pussy flesh. The dark hair of her cunt triangle was damp with her piss, and she grinned at Angie.
"Come on, fuck-meat," she ordered.
Angie dropped to her knees in her eagerness to avoid more pain. She closed her eyes as she leaned in on Candy's open legs. She could smell the odor of cum and sweat and piss on the damp pussy hair, and her whole body reacted. She almost threw up on the floor.
Candy slashed the cane down over Angie's back and the poor beaten girl jumped and sobbed in pain.
"Suck me now, bitch," Candy snarled, "not next week." She added another stripe to Angie's back.
With a moan of resignation, Angie sank her mouth into the warm wet cunt. Once more it wasn't as bad as she had expected. The smell and taste of Candy's piss were gone almost at once, and Angie found that she was salivating massively to dilute the drops of piss she had to lick up. Candy leaned even farther back on the toilet seat and gave a grunt of lust.
"That's more like it," she said. "Now lick it all over.
To please her terrible mistress, Angie did as she was told. She licked and sucked at the hot flesh, tasting Candy's pussy juices as they flowed out of her cunt.
"Take my clit and bite it," Candy ordered. "And lick all over it."
Angie had forgotten that the two cousins actually got off on pain. She forced herself farther in, pushing her mouth over the hot slick flesh and sucking it between her teeth.
"Ohhhh yeahhh!" Candy gasped, spreading her thighs wider, holding Angie's mouth to her throbbing pussy. "Ohhhh yeahhh, suck it, lick it, ohhhh fuck, bite me, cunt! Bite me!"
Angie bit harder, sawing her teeth across the hard flesh, hearing Candy gasp and moan with delight.
Candy's hips began to thrust out at Angie's face, and Candy's hands tightened around the captive blonde's hair, pulling Angie's face deeper into her demanding cunt.
"Make me come, fuck you!" Candy yelled.
Her fingers rasped through Angie's hair and her legs danced around as the spasms shook her. Screaming and demanding, she held Angie's face to her fuck-hole and tore at the blonde's hair until Angie thought clumps of it were coming out.
"Fuuucckkk!" Candy screamed.
Her hips went wild, her pussy throbbed and twitched and her cuntal juices overflowed into Angie's helpless mouth. Suddenly Candy let go of Angie's hair with one of her hands and lashed the rod over the young bride's back with the other. The cane lashed into Angie's back in time to the pulses of Candy's come. Then she sat there, her legs on either side of the toilet bowl, her eyes glazed.
Angie looked up at her tearfully. Her back ached from the whipping and it wasn't the same ache as she had from her whipped pussy, ass or tits. There was a sensual glow from those, but this was nothing but pain.
"You bitch!" Angie wept. "You bitch, I'll get you for that!"
To her utter surprise, Candy didn't lash out at her. Instead an alinost idiotic grin spread over the redhead's features. She pulled Angie's head close to her by the rope round her neck.
"Yeah," she whispered to Angie. "If you're good enough, you might, you just might. Now get the fuck up. We gotta get you dressed."
Angie shivered as she climbed back to her feet. She hadn't dried after her shower, and, indeed, the shower was still running. Candy switched it off and pulled Angie out of the bathroom, throwing her a small towel as she did.
As she pulled the helpless blonde down the corridor, Angie tried to dry as much of herself as she could, but it wasn't much. Candy pulled her into the room Angie had used before the wedding to dress in, and there Angie found another horror.
Jack was standing by the table, all of Angie's sweet little nothings for her honeymoon laid out before him.
"Do her hair," he said without looking up.
Roughly, Candy pulled Angie to the mirror and made her sit down. Angie had stopped crying by this time. She didn't know if she would even be able to cry again, she was so exhausted. She slumped in the chair and let Candy work on her hair. Angie stared at herself in the mirror as Candy added some make-up. In a few more minutes, Candy stepped back.
"Whatdaya think, Jack?" she asked.
"Oh, yessss," Jack said softly.
Angie looked at her reflection and saw herself for the first time as the beauty she was. Her flowing blonde hair, framing her flawless face. Her wide blue eyes, her soft, sensuous mouth, high cheek bones and long neck just added to the picture. Her naked tits, whip marks and all, still thrust boldly out from her rib cage above the slim waist. From there her swelling hips and tight ass led to the shapely legs that had driven more than one man crazy with lust. But none of them had touched her. Before today. She wondered if it was the same girl who had said "I do" so recently.
"Well now," said Jack. "What do we put on her?"
She was forced to put on several outfits before Jack settled on some purple high-heeled slippers she had, and a lacy baby-doll nightie with matching panties.
"Sheeeeit, yeahhh," he said. "You look good enough to fuck for a week."
Angie caught herself in the mirror. She was ashamed of having to parade in front of Candy like this, but she could hardly take her eyes off her own body. Her long, shapely legs led irresistibly upward to the hem of the nightie, just hiding the edge of the matching panties. Above that, her wonderful tits pushed the thin material of the nightie outward until it looked as if they might burst the seams. She was ashamed and exhilarated at the same time.
"Okay," said Jack. "Now come with us."
Angie followed him, trembling. They went back along the corridor she had last walked with the metal dildo in her ass. At the head of the stairs, she stopped to take in the scene of the deserted bridal hall. Only a few hours before it had been packed with her well-wishers and family. Now it was strewn with paper and other trash, and the ruins of the buffet and wedding cake lay on the central table. The whole place echoed with emptiness.
Jack led her down the staircase. There were people laughing and talking. Then footsteps and more laughing, men's voices and squeals of delight from Brenda. Then the inner doors were flung open and Brenda came in. She had obviously been drinking-and she had four men with her.