Chapter 10
Mr. Jackson didn't look very pleased to see them as he opened the door.
"Hello, girls," he said ungraciously.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson," Barbara said, swaying on the doorstep, her white church dress tossing higher on her legs than it should have done. "Are you coming to church?"
"What? Probably not." He looked really insulted.
"Well, could we come in anyway?" Sandy asked, her fingers playing with the top button of her dress.
He was baffled, but he stood aside to let them in. Barbara closed the door. Both girls were blushing with excitement and apprehension.
"Well?"
"Well," Sandy said, "uh, we were wondering if Mrs. Jackson was coming back."
She smiled coyly and slid her hands down the front of her dress, but he didn't seem to pick anything up.
"What the hell is it to do with you?" he snapped. "Did your father send you?"
"Oh no, no, not at all," Barbara said, moving slowly toward the kitchen and the basement.
"Where are you going, Barbara?" he demanded. "I'm not coming to church, so you might as well-"
"We know who broke in here," Sandy said with a rush.
That pulled him up. He looked at them both very carefully.
"They were bikers," Barbara said, her chest heaving as she walked brazenly to the door of the basement. "They kidnapped us, took us down there and made us do the most disgusting, depraved things."
"What?" Mr. Jackson yelled, but Barbara had the door open and was going down the stairs. He raced after her and stopped at the bottom, just as Barbara was looking round, her head swimming with the memories.
Sandy came behind him and closed the top door.
"You see, Mr. Jackson," she gasped, "they made us do all these horrible things and we wanted to say how sorry we are that we did them."
"What the hell are you-"
"And we feel that you should punish us, like they did, for doing all those things, I mean we were really bad girls, really bad," Barbara moaned. "We have to be punished, Mr. Jackson, we have to be."
Mr. Jackson stood stock still, not saying a word. He hadn't done anything to change the basement, just tidied it up. He stared, his own chest beginning to heave as Barbara opened the top button of her dress.
"What do you want? Money? Is that it?" he demanded.
"Oh no, Mr. Jackson," Sandy said and she slid up to him. She opened the top button of her dress and the next one, leading his eyes down to the top of her tiny white bra. "Did Mrs. Jackson leave home because of this?"
"None of your business!" he snapped.
Sandy undid her belt and slid the dress off. Mr. Jackson's eyes followed her movements as if hypnotized. She stood in front of him in her sexiest slip, stockings, heels and panties, while she played with the clasp of her bra.
"Come on, Mr. Jackson," she gasped, "you can tell me, we know your secret."
"Yes," he said grudgingly.
"Oh good," Barbara said, moving closer, sliding her dress up her thighs, showing him her shapely legs in their white stockings, "that means she won't come back?"
"Yes," Mr. Jackson said. He was struggling, trying to believe what his eyes and ears were telling him.
"Ohhh, that's good," Barbara panted. "We wanted to be sure that we wouldn't be interrupted, you understand. You see, we've been such bad girls, I mean we come when big strong men whip us, and I can take a cock right down my throat and Sandy loves to have her ass fucked, real deep."
She blushed and panted with desire as she slid her dress higher.
"Can we show you what bad girls we really are and how much we have to be punished?"
Mr. Jackson was losing it. He stood with Sandy sliding her hands inside his shirt, playing with his muscular chest.
"You mean it was you two?" he asked, still not sure what they were offering.
In answer Barbara walked over to the closet and opened the door. She ran her fingers over the lines of whips and pulled off one of the thinnest, most painful canes. She walked back with it, posing close to him.
"Shall I take my dress off, Mr. Jackson?" she asked. "Or would you like to whip me with it still on, that's fun, makes me come even more. Then I'll take it off, show you I can swallow your cock."
Brazenly she raised the shivering cane to her lips and kissed it, running her hot tongue down the length, moaning in horrible desire as she felt the trembling wood that could give so much pain. "I'm such a bad girl, Mr. Jackson. Promise you'll punish me real hard?"
"And me," Sandy whispered, running her hand now over the front of his pants. "Ohhh, my God, Barbara, it's as big as Wolf's, I swear it."
Barbara shuddered. She kissed the end of the cane and handed it to Mr. Jackson. Then she walked back to the bar, the one that Sandy had been over so much. She spread her legs and bent over the padded bar, sliding down until her hips were pressed into it and she could hold her ankles, her fingers tight over the laced-up Victorian boots. She reached back and worked her dress up, over her ass, dragging it up until it was around her waist and falling over her head. Her ass stuck up brazenly, waving as she panted and tossed on the bar.
"I must be punished, Mr. Jackson," she gasped.
Sandy opened Mr. Jackson's pants and slid her hand in. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "what a cock, ohhhhh!"
She eased her hand around it and stood up and led the bewildered Mr. Jackson over to the bar where her sister quivered and moaned, gripping her ankle. "Punish her, hard!"
Mr. Jackson shuddered as he began to understand that all his dreams were coming true. And not only with one woman, but with the two sexiest sisters in the town. And any of the towns around, too. He slid the cane out, ran it over Barbara's shaking ass.
"Ohh, yes, Mr. Jackson, yes," she moaned, "whip me hard, really hard, I deserve it."
Sandy eased Mr. Jackson's cock out of his pants. With the frustrations of his life, it was iron-hard, sticking out like a stake, fully ten inches of cock-meat. In a fever of impatience, Sandy ripped his belt open and then his pants, reaching in until she could caress his throbbing balls.
"Whip her hard," she urged, and slid her hot mouth over his cock-head.
Finally Mr. Jackson understood that these two were for real. He shuddered and gasped, then lifted the cane.
"Oooh yesss!" Barbara sobbed, and the bar shook as she rolled in expectation.
Mr. Jackson slashed the cane downward, right across Barbara's ass.
"Yaahhhh!" Barbara screamed. "Ohhh, like that, ohhh again, again, whip me!"
Mr. Jackson lashed her with even more force, digging a deep red line in her ass-flesh, almost splitting her tiny panties.
Barbara sobbed, her body gyrating on the bar. Her ass spasmed, shaking the steel supports as she screamed and jerked. "More, more! Whip me harder, harderrrr!"
The next stroke lashed into her ass, and she came, rearing up, her hands slipping off her ankles as the climax rushed over her.
"Oh what a bad girl I am!" she wept. "Look at me, coming when I'm punished, whip me until I beg you to stop, whip me, punish meeee!" She jerked and screamed again as another cut of the cane drove her to the heights of frantic orgasm.
Mr. Jackson's eyes were glazed. He lashed the tiny girl who screamed for more, no matter how hard he whipped her.
At his feet, Sandy slid her hot mouth deeper around his long, hard cock, ramming it to the entrance of her throat, and then farther, until her throat muscles spasmed around his cock-head, and he groaned with unbearable passion. After the frustrating years with his wife, he couldn't keep his cum back. He grabbed Sandy's head and rammed his cock deep into her willing mouth, his hips jerking as he lashed the cane into Barbara's ass harder and faster.
Suddenly he pulled Sandy's head back by her blonde hair. "You take it in your mouth!"
"Oh yes, let me taste your cum, shoot in my mouth, Mr. Jackson!" she begged.
That finished him. His arm lashed the cane into Barbara's ass as his rising orgasm overtook him.
Barbara sobbed as her ass erupted in burning fires of the most delicious pain. "Ohhh, punish me, Mr. Jackson! Punish me, I'm such a whore, tell me I'm a whore, Mr. Jackson, tell me! Tell me I have to suck your cock, lick your ass, anything, ohhhh!"
Mr. Jackson roared as the cum burst out of his balls and surged down his long hard cock-shaft. "You whore, I'll punish you, both of you, whores!"
His arm blurred as he whipped the screaming Barbara to a frenzy of lust.
The cane bit into Barbara's ass and gushes of his cum burst into Sandy's mouth. With a gurgle of lust she ran it over her hot tongue, let it fill her cheeks as thick salty streams of it hosed out of his piss-slit. She eased her cock back, just kept her lips around his cock-shaft as his jism jetted out, into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, tasting the sticky goo, remembering how it had been with all those bikers raping her. To her amazement she came herself, just remembering those depraved fucks. She ran her fingers down to her clit and caressed the tight bud, sending extra pangs of excitement through her body.
"Yeahhhh! Whore!" Mr. Jackson bellowed as he lashed Barbara's ass with a final series of slashing attacks. "Take that, you whore!"
Barbara screamed in the most degraded release. She wouldn't try to hide from it any longer. This was what she wanted. Her ass burned and heaved, another stroke of the cane setting off farther sobs and screams of lust. She moaned as Mr. Jackson dropped his hand and stared down at Sandy.
Sandy held his cock in her hands, licking and sucking at his cock-head, cleaning the cum that oozed out of it. "Was that nice for you, Mr. Jackson? We want to do what you want. To pay for being so bad."
Barbara got off the bar. Her fingers fumbled with her dress, she slid it down her legs, stepping out of it as soon as she could. She rushed over and sank to her knees. She grabbed for his cock, her hungry mouth licking down his cock-shaft, sharing it with Sandy as the two of them made up for all they had missed for two weeks.
Mr. Jackson regained his composure. He stared at the two of them and ran the cane slowly through his fingers. "So tell me, what did these bikers make you do?"
"Oh, everything," Barbara moaned as she licked his cock-shaft. "They whipped our asses, or pussies, and our tits."
"Oh God, yes," Sandy moaned, "they made us stand together with our nipples touching and whipped the cane down through them, ohhhhh, it hurt soooo much!"
"Show me," Mr. Jackson said.
In a fever the girls stripped off their slips and bras, standing in front of him with just their stockings, heels and panties on.
They came together, their thrusting nipples rubbing against each other. Sandy had believed that she wanted her ass fucked more than anything else, but she stared at the cane with the same depraved lust as her sister, her whole body trembling.
"Ohhhh," Barbara gurgled as Mr. Jackson ran the cane between them, the wood rolling over their nipples.
"Like that?" Mr. Jackson asked.
"Oh yes, and they whipped straight down," Barbara confessed, her head dizzy with lust.
The cane lashed between their tits, catching their nipples, forcing them sharply down with a slap until their tits burst free and swung up again.
The girls wept and thrust their tits against each other, pain and lust ringing through them.
"Okay," Mr. Jackson said. "I've got it. Now you, Sandy, go to the closet and get two sets of straps."
Sandy trembled from head to foot. They had started this and they had to finish it. Mr. Jackson was taking over. That was frightening, but also even more exciting. She rushed to the closet and fumbled around until she found the straps.
"Lash your sister's arms behind her back," he commanded.
Barbara moaned as Sandy put the strap around her arms and pinioned her elbows until they almost touched in the small of her back. At Mr. Jackson's instructions the strap was wound around her arms all the way to her wrists. Barbara moaned, her tits thrusting up for what she knew as going to be more whipping.
Mr. Jackson himself tied Sandy's arms behind her back, straining her arms as hard as Barbara's. Then he left the two girls while he went back to the closet. He came back with an even thinner cane, one that was only a fraction of an inch around that trembled with every move he made. He made the two girls kneel, then thrust his cock into Barbara's mouth while he ran the thin rod over Sandy's thrusting young tits, already red and sore with the previous whipping.
"You two are the most depraved little girls I've met," he said, lashing the rod across Sandy's tits. "You'll have to be punished a great deal."
"Ohhhh yes, yes, Mr. Jackson!" Sandy wept as Barbara gurgled, her throat around his throbbing cock. Sandy's body rocked as she thrust her tits out for the next blow. It whipped right across her nipples and she screamed with terrible excitement. She moaned and almost fell over as a surging climax rolled over her.
Mr. Jackson lashed Sandy's tits until they were a crimson mass of agony and she was rolling in heaving, unrestrained lust. At a sudden, vicious stroke she shrieked and rolled forward, longing to caress her tit-flesh, her orgasm erupting in its final surge.
"Get up, whore!" he snapped.
The girls knew they had a real master. Moaning and weeping, Sandy straightened up and took three more lashes across her aching tits, screaming in pain with each one.
Mr. Jackson pulled his cock out of Barbara's mouth and turned the girls until he could slide his cock between Sandy's lips and whip Barbara's tits.
Barbara's lashing went on even longer, since she wanted it even more, and proved what a depraved whore she was. Mr. Jackson almost came in Sandy's mouth before Barbara screamed and fell, her tits ringing with agony, crimson from the very top of the curve to the delicious underflesh.
"Ooohhh, yess, Mr. Jackson," Barbara sobbed, "please, undo Sandy and let us show you what we can do. Let me sit on your cock while she whips me, show you how good we can be."
"Sheeeit!" Mr. Jackson gasped. His cock was already close to shooting. He gasped as he undid Sandy's arms, waiting as she moaned and caressed her tits. But the very feel of it sent shock waves of excitement through her and she gasped with more rising lust.
He lay on the table, stripped naked by Sandy. Moaning with lust, her arms still tied behind her back, Barbara climbed over him and waited as he thrust his cock to the entrance of her tight pussy. It was sopping wet, which only inflamed his desire further as she slid her tight little fuck-hole over his throbbing prick. She moaned and lay forward, so that her red ass would be perfectly presented for her sister.
Mr. Jackson groaned as Barbara's quivering cunt-walls tightened around his huge prick, sucking at it like the softest mouth in the world. He slid his hands over her tits, getting a scream from the tiny girl as her whipped flesh trembled at the touch of his rough hands.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Jackson," Barbara sobbed, "make sure she whips me properly." Her pussy jerked and sucked at him as she rammed her cunt down hard on his heaving cock.
Barbara lashed the cane across Sandy's ass.
"Oh shit!" Mr. Jackson gasped as Barbara's body erupted, her pussy sucking at his cock like a vacuum, her body gyrating as she moaned and licked at his chest.
"We have to go to church," Sandy said as she lashed her sister again.
Barbara gurgled and moaned while it was all Mr. Jackson could do to stop his cum pouring out.
"How about you hire us to clean your house for you?" Sandy asked, holding the cane over her sister's throbbing ass.
"Uuurggg. You wanna do that?" Mr. Jackson asked, his head rocking on the table. "I'll punish you for everything you do wrong."
"Then you'll be punishing us an awful lot," Sandy breathed, "we ain't touching your fuckin' housework."
She lashed Barbara's ass again and Barbara heaved with a bubbling scream of climax. Her cunt spasmed around Mr. Jackson's cock until he yelled and heaved the tiny girl upward on his hips.
"That's a deal," Mr. Jackson yelled, "but there's a lot of punishment for no housework at all."
"Uuurgghhh!" Barbara gasped. Her tiny front teeth closed over his chest skin and bit hard, tearing at him.
"Whip the shit, until she lets go," Mr. Jackson yelled, his body heaving as Barbara chewed his flesh.
"Only if you promise we have to clean your house at least three times a week," Sandy said, holding her hand.
"At least!" Mr. Jackson yelled. He made no attempt to pull Barbara's teeth away, in fact his chest heaved with the challenge.
"And we have to start right after church," Sandy said, slowly playing the cane over her sister's ass. "And you promise to come to church and sit where you can see us, and think all the time what you're gonna do to us afterwards, and then fuck my ass, before anything else!"
"Yeaaahhh! Now whip her, I'm gonna come!" Mr. Jackson yelled.
The cane lashed Barbara's ass. The little girl lunged upward, screaming as her cunt sucked the cum out of Mr. Jackson's cock and another climax rushed over her. The cane landed again and her scream rang around the basement. Her cunt pulsed around the delicious hard cock spurting into her insatiable pussy. Mr. Jackson was going to have his work cut out to keep the two of them satisfied.