Chapter 2
"Yeaaah!" the bikers yelled. "Again!" Wolf shouted, lashing the rod across Sandy's helpless ass.
"Aagghhh!" she shrieked. "Do as he says Barbara, do as he says!"
Sandy's ass throbbed as the red lines of agony spread out over it. The ropes burned her wrists and ankles, holding her so tightly she could hardly move at all. "Come on, whore, all of them!" Dale snapped, sliding his hand up and down his stiff cock-rod. "Whip her again!"
Barbara trembled, her fingers at the button right between her young, thrusting tits.
"No, no!" Sandy screamed as her suffering ass-cheeks were whipped again. Her ass was crimson, the stain of whipped flesh spreading with each blow. "Do what they say, Barbara! Ohhh, please, do it!"
Barbara's fingers shook almost uncontrollably as she undid the next button of her dress. She had her slip on under it, and her bra, but it was still horribly revealing as the sides of the dress began to open.
"The next one, you little cunt," Roy snapped. "Fuck, she's so slow, I'll rape the shit out of her."
"Come on, you horny shit," Dale said, grinning all over his face. "No fuckin' patience, that's your trouble. Wait, you're gonna get them any fuckin' way you want. Now, the next one!"
"Oh please," Barbara sobbed. Her dress now showed the lacy top of her slip and bra and she was suffering horrible waves of shame.
"Go on, Wolf," Dale said.
Sandy yelped as her ass was whipped again, the rod lashing her flesh with a sharp smack.
"I'll get you Barbara, I'll get you," she wept, as her painful ass erupted again with a stroke of the rod. Her ass bounced on the sofa back, her legs and arms trembling helplessly.
Barbara sobbed, but undid the next button. At a nod from Dale she reached for the next one, but not in time to save her sister from another lash of the rod. As Sandy's scream died away, Barbara managed to open her dress buttons to the waist.
The dress opened, and the men all stared at her lovely figure showing underneath the tiny white slip.
"Now the belt, and take that thing off," Dale said, his hand still slowly stroking his cock.
Barbara burst into fresh tears and looked over at Sandy.
Sandy was in a bad way. She was sobbing, and Barbara could see her crimson ass-cheeks. Her dress almost covered her head, falling in ample folds to the sofa cushions. Her arms strained at the ropes as she wriggled and heaved, but she was helpless.
"Please, Barbara, do as they say, please!" Sandy sobbed.
Feverishly, Barbara's fingers fumbled with her dress belt, almost ripped it open, and slid her dress down her legs and off. Instinctively she dropped the dress over the back of a chair before standing in front of them again, shaking all over.
Now she faced the men in nothing but her tiny slip, stockings, suspender belt, bra and laced-up boots. The worst thing was that the slip didn't quite reach her stocking tops and the men could all see her lacy suspenders. She bent her knees and back, trying to cover herself.
"Hey, bitch, walk over here," Dale said.
Barbara's legs almost gave out as she walked across the carpet toward her tormentor. She was almost hysterical with fear. She knew that men raped women when they got them like this, only she wasn't really sure what rape was. Something to do with sex, that was all she had picked up through her protected adolescence.
She stood by the chair, trying to keep her eyes off Dale's huge cock as he slowly stroked it, his hot gaze traveling all over her body.
"Jeeezz, you two sure are built," he said. He reached out and ran his hand up over Barbara's thighs, feeling her warm flesh above the stocking tops. "You wanna be a good girl for me?"
"Oh please, don't hurt us!" Barbara sobbed.
"Come on, Dale, let's fuck 'em!" Roy yelled.
"You heard them," Dale said. "They're cherry. Now we ain't gonna rush that. If you gotta get off, have a fuckin' blow-job. Hey, that's not a bad idea." He grinned at Barbara. "Wanna kiss my cock?"
"W-w-what?" Barbara gasped, trembling all over.
"Kiss my cock," Dale said, and the men all roared with laughter.
"I-I couldn't," Barbara whispered, her throat dry, her heart pounding with terror.
"Honey," Dale said softly, "you're gonna do everything we tell you to do. It's just easy or hard, take your pick."
The bikers all waited breathlessly as Barbara burst into harder tears and fell to her knees. "Please, please, don't do that, please!"
"Okay, enough," Dale said. "Just don't take their cherries, boys, we'll toss for them."
"Riiight!" Roy yelled and leaped over to where Sandy sobbed and struggled on the sofa. He practically ripped his pants off and thrust his long thin, hard cock at Sandy's mouth. "Suck it!"
"No, no!" Sandy shrieked, pulling as hard as she could against the bonds. "You can't make me, you can't, that's perverted, you go to hell for that."
Roy laughed and his cock jumped at Sandy's mouth. "Hell? Fuck, we got hell with us, baby, you gonna learn what hell is. Now suck!"
Sandy's blonde hair tossed as she clamped her teeth together and turned her head away. She screamed, then leaped on the sofa as Wolf lashed the rod across her ass. She moaned, her body shaking with pain.
Wolf leaned over her, pushing her dress and petticoats out of the way again.
It's like this," he said, "you're gonna suck Roy off. I'm gonna whip your ass until you start, okay? If you take longer than ten strokes, I'm gonna keep whipping you until he comes. Then you're gonna suck me off, 'cos I get real horny whipping cunts like you."
"Ohhh no!" Sandy moaned, her tears running down her lovely face. "You wouldn't, you couldn't be beasts like that, you couldn't!" "One," Wolf said as he lashed Sandy's ass. "Yaaahhh!" Sandy screamed, struggling on the sofa, her entire body raging with pain. "Two!"
"Aaagghhh!" Sandy's agony was rising with each stroke. "Three!"
Sandy's scream rang around the room. She saw Roy's swollen cock-head thrusting close to her mouth. She would have to give in, much more of this and she'd die.
"Four!"
"Ohhh God!" Sandy screamed. "Help me, help me!"
"Suck it!" Roy demanded and ran his cock over Sandy's soft lips. "Five!"
Sandy's mouth opened to scream, and Roy thrust his cock past her lips with an impatient jerk. She heaved, almost vomited as the horrible thing pushed at her throat. She tried to pull y, but the rod landed again across her ass. Sandy gurgled around Roy's cock as he pushed again, opening her throat a little. The bound girl thrashed around as she tried to throw up, her throat spasming helplessly.
Roy eased back, letting his prick come back into Sandy's mouth. "Now suck it, bitch! And if you don't do it right, you get this."
Wolf lashed Sandy's ass again, making his point over the helpless girl's scream of agony.
Sandy almost fainted. She tried to do as she was told, sucking at the horrible monster, but she obviously wasn't doing it right, for another lash of the rod drove her to more screams of agony. With a moan, she ran her tongue over the throbbing cock-head, sucking at the shaft, letting it slide in and out as Roy wanted.
"Better," he said, "we'll get Lala to train you properly."
At least he wasn't having her whipped any more. Sandy concentrated on sucking the cock, making her tongue roll over the hard flesh. It wasn't actually as bad as she has thought it would be. The cock felt rubbery, throbbing, not half as disgusting as she had imagined.
Barbara shuddered with terror. Dale ran his hand up, over her thighs to the crotch of her panties.
"Nice little girl," he remarked as Barbara sobbed and tried to ignore what he was doing.
"Open your legs wider."
Barbara shuddered, but she did as she was told. Dale's fingers ran over her panties, probing her soft pussy, feeling the puffy lips, and the bud of her clit between them.
"Okay," he said, "that's real nice, and I'm gonna be the first up there, honey, how about that?"
Barbara trembled and wept, but said nothing.
"Now, suck my cock, just like your sister's doing for Roy."
Barbara looked over at Sandy, struggling on the sofa, her mouth crammed with Roy's long cock. It was too horrible to think about.
"Please, don't make me. Please," Barbara whispered.
"You know, little girl, I've had it with you," Dale muttered. He pinched her pussy-lips and Barbara cried out in sudden pain.
Dale got out of the chair, his cock bobbing with each movement. He grabbed Barbara and stood her with the backs of her legs against the arm of the chair. "Got any more rope?"
"Sure, Dale," Ned answered. He came over, his eyes alight with lust. "Can I fuck her while you-"
"I told you," Dale snarled, lashing out at Ned, driving him back halfway across the room, "later, fuck-face, wait! Tie her fuckin' ankles!"
Ned knelt down and Barbara felt him lashing the rope around the ankles of her boots. She trembled, knowing it was useless to protest.
"Hey," Ned said, "I like these boots, they'll look good around my fuckin' waist. Or neck." He laughed for a reason Barbara didn't understand.
"Oh, please," Barbara whispered as her legs were pulled apart and tied to the back and front legs of the chair. She trembled, wondering what was coming.
It was worse than she had imagined. Dale pushed her back. With a scream, she fell across the arms of the chair, bending her legs and back painfully. Like Sandy, her feet were now off the floor, spread wide apart. The tiny girl was helpless, bent in such a way it was almost impossible to move.
"Fuck, she's delicious," Ned declared as he stared at the sobbing girl.
"Yeah," Dale said briefly. He stood over Barbara's head, his cock out and pointing at her mouth. "Now, shall we do this the easy way and you suck it?"
Barbara sobbed at the close-up sight of the monster that was Dale's cock. It was bigger than her mouth, she knew it. It would split her in two if it got in. "Please, don't, you can't be such a beast."
Dale reached down and took the lacy neck of her slip. He smiled at the helpless girl, then ripped.
Barbara screamed as the material split under his iron grip. The slip tore almost to the waist before he'd finished, and the sound it made sent horror through the girl. She tried to look, but Dale pushed her head back against the arm of the chair with one vicious shove.
His hands went to her bra, and Barbara screamed again in utter terror. If that went, he would see her tits. She beat at his thighs with her tiny fists and Dale grinned.
"Hey, I like that, real fight you got, baby," he said. Without warning, he slapped her face hard.
Barbara screamed. Dale's hands went back to her bra, working inside the cups, ignoring the clasp in the back. His horrible, calloused fingers ran over her tits and she sobbed in horror.
Dale gripped her bra cups and began to pull. It began to rip, tearing slowly, resisting to the end, but giving suddenly, the cups separating with a jerk.
"Heyyyy! Well, okay," Dale said, running his hands over Barbara's lovely tit-flesh. "That's the greatest pair of tits I've seen in a long time. Fuck, Ned, gimme the whip!"
"Sure Dale," Ned said, and rushed off.
Barbara closed her eyes, sobbing in rising terror. She felt Dale's massive cock at her lips. Desperately she gritted her teeth, unable to bear the thought of the degradation if she let his cock in.
Her eyes jerked open and she felt something running over her tits. She stared up at the knotted tails of the cat, sliding across her young tit-mounds.
"Last chance, baby," Dale said softly. "Please don't give in. I love whipping a pair of tits like yours."
Barbara stared in unbelievable horror. Despite what Sandy had been through, she couldn't grasp that Dale might actually use that thing on her tits. Dale's cock rubbed over her lips again, and she moaned, but closed her teeth against any attempt to get in.
"Fine," he said.
The cat flicked up and lashed across Barbara's perfect tits.
The pain surged through Barbara's chest. She writhed across the chair arms, screaming in pain. She saw the cat lash again, the knots biting into her flesh, most of them within an inch of her nipples.
"Eat me, whore!" Dale ordered, lashing Barbara's tits again.
He heaved his cock at her mouth and Barbara almost gave in. The pain in her tits grew as another lash bounced them across her rib cage.
"Suck my cock!" Dale yelled, his prick thrusting at Barbara's mouth in a fever of impatience, his arm lashing the cat across her tits.
Barbara screamed in pain, and, just as Sandy had done, she allowed the thick cock to enter her mouth. To her surprise it went in without splitting her lips apart. The thick, hard cock-meat filled her tiny mouth, and she sucked at it, terrified of more whipping.
"Better," Dale said with a snarl. He thrust at Barbara's throat and the poor girl gagged, her air cut off, the cock making her struggle and heave in pain.
"Okay," Dale growled, "we'll teach you the real thing later, just suck it now, I'm gonna come real soon, so make it a good one, whore!"
The cat trailed over her tits, reminding Barbara what faced her if she refused anything. She moaned, but allowed the massive prick to ram at her throat as Dale got more and more excited. The rock-hard cock throbbed and pulsed, jumping as her tongue ran over it. She hoped that it would soon be over.
On the sofa, Sandy moaned and heaved as Roy's cock rammed into her throat. To make things worse, Wolf was running his hands over her ass, stroking the painful flesh. His fingers probed into her pussy, but also between her ass-cheeks, and Sandy sobbed as he played with the crinkled bud of her asshole. She had no idea why he wanted to do that, but it was horribly degrading. At least she still had her panties on.
"Shit," Wolf gasped. "I gotta do it!"
"Yeahhh," Roy drawled as he rammed his cock into Sandy's mouth, "go on, you horny fucker."
Wolf's fingers ran all over Sandy's ass, into her pussy, stroking and playing with her as Roy fucked her mouth. Wolf had his cock out and was working it hard, the throbbing cock-head pointing right at her panty-covered ass.
Roy's prick filled her mouth and rammed at her throat, the thick round cock-head rasping over her teeth though Roy didn't seem to mind.
Suddenly he began to fuck her faster, ramming in and out of her mouth.
"Yeahhh, fuuuck!" he yelled. "I'm gonna shoot, ohhh boy, I'm comiiinnnggg!" He threw his head back and bayed like a wolf as the cum surged down his long cock-shaft.
Sandy gave a bubbling shriek as hot sticky fluid gushed into her mouth. It was disgusting, thick, horrible. Her mouth filled as she strained against the ropes.
"Swallow it, whore!" Roy yelled, grabbing Sandy's blonde hair, pumping his jism into her mouth. "Or I'll make you lick it up."
His cock went wild in her mouth and another jet of sticky fuck-juice rushed out. Gobs of it dribbled out of Sandy's mouth as she screamed in disgust, spitting the horrible cum out.
"Whore, whore!" Roy yelled. "You're in for it now, whore!" He rammed his cock deeper, into the tight entrance of Sandy's throat until she was gagging again and had to swallow some of the hot salty jizz.
But Roy pulled back again, more streams of his jism rushing into Sandy's mouth. She spat them out, weeping and sobbing as she saw them dribble off her chin onto the sofa cushions. Some oozed down to the carpet.
Slowly Roy's jerking cock slowed and he drew back, wiping his prick over Sandy's sobbing lips. Cum clung to them, still rolling slowly down her chin.
"Whore!" Roy snarled. "You ready for this?"
Sandy had no idea what he meant.
Wolf eased her panties out of the crack of her ass-cheeks and spread them into their original position. "Yeahhh! Whip her, Kyle."
For a split second, Sandy didn't think that things could get worse, but she was wrong.
The rod lashed her ass, while Wolf stood close, his hand blurring over his rock-hard cock-shaft.
"Yeahhh!" he roared. "Here it comes!"
Sandy's screams rang out as the rod lashed her agonized ass. A stream of white cum gushed out of Wolf's cock. Sandy felt a sudden hot splatter of juice across her ass, straining her panties, running over her agonized flesh. As Wolf yelled with excitement, training his spurting prick across her tight ass-cheeks, Kyle lashed the rod into Sandy's ass, splattering gobs of cum away, mashing more of it into her panties.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandy screamed. "Aaaghhhh, stop!"
Wolf released another great spout of cum over Sandy's panties as the rod beat her flesh, splattering more of the fuck-juice into the air. Six more great gushes of cum jerked into the bound blonde's ass as the rod beat at it, mashing the cum around until Sandy's ass was covered in jism, her panties wet through with the disgusting, sticky stuff. She screamed until the last beat of the rod and then collapsed across the sofa back, sobbing in agony.
Dimly she became aware of her sister's screams. She painfully lifted her head and moaned at what she saw.