Chapter 3
Barbara's screams burst out from around Dale's massive prick as he rammed it into her mouth, slamming it as far as it would go each time he lashed the whip across her young tits. Barbara's body was bent even farther now, her ankles straining against the ropes, her thighs and shoulders heaving. Her tiny fists beat at Dale's thighs, but that only seemed to inflame him more.
"Yeahhh! Whore, do it!" he snarled, his arm sweeping the whip across Barbara's tits with sickening slaps of leather on flesh. He yelled as his cock rammed into the helpless girl's mouth faster and harder. "Take it, cunt, take it, I'm coming! Swallow it, whore, or I'll whip your fuckin' tits till I'm hard again!"
Barbara struggled, her back aching, her head forced back against the chair where Dale's cock could ram right in, slamming against the muscles of her throat, forcing them slowly open. She gagged, the agony leaping through her tits as the tails of the cat lashed across her heaving tit-globes. Her nipples stood out, hard and crinkled under the beating, and the rest of her tit-flesh was crimson, with deeper marks of red where the knots of the cat tails landed.
Dale yelled suddenly, his balls driving the cum out and down his thick hard cock-shaft. "Here it is, cunt, all for you, drink it dooowwwnn!"
Barbara wanted to die as the first gush of hot white cum filled her mouth. The smelly, sticky goo flooded over her tongue, and it was all she could do to stop herself from vomiting. But she remembered Dale's threat. If she didn't swallow it, he would whip her tits more and she couldn't stand the thought of that.
The whip cut her tits as another thick rope of jizz gushed into her mouth. Above her, Dale bellowed with lust, his head thrown back, his arm swinging the cat like a madman. In desperation Barbara swallowed, letting the fuck-juice pour down her throat. It was easier than she'd thought it would be. Another thick gush filled her mouth as the whip cut her tits, but she swallowed again, her mouth sucking at the horrible, thick cock-flesh that invaded her.
The next cut of the whip drove more pain through her body, but Dale's shooting cock was slowing, his cum pouring out in smaller doses. Barbara swallowed again, taking more thick ropes of the goo into her stomach. With one final lash of the whip, Dale thrust his cock in as far as it would go and left it there, oozing cum into Barbara's throat as the poor girl moaned with pain.
"Not too bad, sister," he growled, "we'll have to get Lala to show you how to do it properly. Now keep it there until I say otherwise. I like a nice long suck down after a blow-job."
Sandy thought she was being freed as they untied her bonds. She moaned as she was allowed to stand up. Her ass rang with pain, and the wet sticky cum all over her panties made her squirm with shame and discomfort.
"Turn around," Wolf said.
She did as she was told and gasped in horror. She had seen Dale's cock and that was big enough, but Wolf was built big enough to scare any girl, even though the monster was half-limp after shooting over Sandy's ass.
"See this donger?" he said, flipping the foot of prick up and down. "This has gotta shoot a lot, honey, always horny, I mean, look at it!"
It was true, the thick hard cock was getting hard again already.
"Hold it, feel it!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy's fingers trembled as she reached out and held the enormous cock. It trembled in her hand and grew, getting harder with each touch.
"Play with it," Wolf said, "you're gonna get to know it real well, you and your sister."
Sandy sobbed, holding the cock, caressing it as Wolf told her to, shivering when she saw Ned slapping the thin rod in his hand. Wolf's thick cock grew fast, until it was throbbing in her hands and she was weeping with shame, trying to stop the huge thing thrusting at her.
"That's fine," Wolf said with a horrible grin. "Now, take your dress off."
"Please, please, let us go, we won't say a word!" Sandy pleaded, her eyes running with tears.
"Take it off," Dale demanded from across the room, "or your sister's tits will get it again."
He drew the cat across Barbara's thrusting tit-globes, heaved up even higher by her painful position over the chair.
Sandy almost refused, wanting to let Barbara get some of what she'd got, but the sight of her sister's tits made her relent. They were both in for a lot of shame and torture and she shouldn't make it worse.
Sandy sobbed as she undid the buttons of her dress, cringing with shame as the bikers all watched, their hungry, depraved looks fastened on her lovely young body. She opened her belt, slid the dress down and stepped out of it.
Instantly the jeers and catcalls started.
"Whatdaya think, Dale? Shall we have that slip too?" Wolf called.
"Naahhh!" Dale said, still working his cock in and out of Barbara's mouth. "Come on, take your time boys, I mean, once they're stripped, well, that's it, right?"
His cock was getting harder and Barbara's gasps got worse as the big chunk of cock-meat filled her mouth again, thrusting at her throat.
"Okay, whore," Wolf said with a grin, "but you still got some cum to lick up, so get to it!" He pointed to the gobs of jism clinging to the sofa and embedded in the carpet.
Sandy almost fainted. "No! No, you can't make me do that!"
Nobody said anything, but Ned slapped the thin rod into his palm. The sound rang around the room.
"No, please, please," Sandy moaned.
"Hey, Dale, can I have the cat?" Wolf called.
"Sure," Dale said, easing his cock out of Barbara's mouth. "I'm finished with it."
He tossed it over and Barbara managed to ease herself up until she could sit on the arm of the chair. It wasn't comfortable, but it was better than the horrible back-breaking position she had been in before. To her surprise, nobody paid her any attention. She sat there, rubbing her tits, massaging her whipped flesh. She noticed that her nipples stood out more than ever before and they were very sensitive to the touch.
Dale walked over to where the rest of his gang surrounded the weeping Sandy.
"You don't learn real fast, whore," Wolf said. "Hold her!"
"No!" Sandy sobbed, but Roy and Ned grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs so far apart she screamed with the pain in her stretched tendons. She lurched forward, but Kyle seized her wrist and pulled her back, then bent her farther, until she was in danger of falling backwards.
He took both her arms and twisted them, holding them straight behind her back so that her shoulder blades were almost touching. She screamed as she saw Wolf swinging the cat closer to her wide-spread legs with each stroke.
"Noooo! No!" she wept. "I'll lick it up, anything, just don't whip me, please, don't- agghhh!"
With a vicious stroke, Wolf lashed the cat upward, right between Sandy's wide-spread legs. Her tiny slip simply flipped out of the way as the tails bit right into her pussy, lashing over the tops of her delicious, white thighs.
"Aaaghhh! I'll do it!" Sandy screamed, but another lashing was on its way, swinging down close to the floor before it whipped up, the knots biting into her pussy-flesh, sending her crazy with the pain. Sandy sobbed. Her tiny panties were no protection, and soon her pussy-lips were outlined clearly under the cum-stained material. Sandy screamed and another blow slashed into her pussy, some of the knots biting into her clit, sending awful stabs of pain through her cunt. She struggled, but her arms were held far too tightly.
Wolf lashed her, his eyes fixed on her panties, his chest heaving, his massive cock bobbing with each stroke.
"Come on, Wolf," Ned said, "I ain't had the bitch yet."
"Okay!" Wolf grunted, lashing a final beat into Sandy's spread and trembling cunt. "You gonna lick that cum up?"
"Yes! I told you, yes!" Sandy screamed- and screamed again as the whip lashed her agonized pussy.
"Don't give me hp!" Wolf roared, lashing the screaming girl. "Now, ready to lick up some cum?
"Yessss!" Sandy sobbed. "Ohhh yes, I'll do it!" She collapsed to the carpet, sobbing, rubbing her pussy as they let her go.
"Over to the sofa! Crawl!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy crawled, her white stockings getting dirty on the carpet. Dimly she stared at the gobs of cum sticking on the edge of the sofa.
"Lick it up!" Wolf snarled.
They all gathered around, watching as Sandy sobbed and licked her tongue out, over the rough cover of the sofa. The gob of cum came away and she swallowed it, tasting the sticky, salty goo, smelling the disgusting odor.
"And that one!" Wolf snapped.
Sandy licked up another one, and another, the taste of the cum mingling with the dry, dusty taste of the sofa cover. She felt sick, her mouth dry, her stomach heaving.
Finally the sofa was clean to Wolf's satisfaction, but Sandy had forgotten the carpet.
"No!" she screamed as Ned pointed the thin rod at a pool of the stuff, stuck into the deep pile of the carpet.
"Shithead!" Ned said, "I'm gonna whip your ass till it's all up, whore."
His arm flashed and agony burst through Sandy's ass once more.
"No!" she screamed, trying to crawl away.
The whip lashed her ass, then her thighs, driving her back to the pool of jism.
"Can't leave cum on a carpet," Ned snarled, lashing the screaming girl again. "Lick it up!"
Sandy felt her head swimming, the pain was more than she could stand. She bent down, licking into the deep pile, sobbing with degradation and pain as she licked up the pool, the dust from the dirty carpet getting in her mouth and nose.
"Get the other whore over here," Dale said as Sandy sobbed and screamed, licking up the remaining cum from the carpet.
He lashed Sandy's ass twice more and then stopped, leaving her to lick up the rest of the cum. The carpet was wet with her tears by the time she'd finished. She lay there, crouched, sobbing her heart out, wondering what agony was to come.
"Up, whore!" Dale snapped.
Sandy scrambled up and there was Barbara, sobbing hard, held by Wolf and Kyle. They threw her at her sister.
"Take your panties off, both of you," Dale ordered.
They looked at each other helplessly. "Now!"
"Don't, please, we're virgins," Sandy begged.
"Fuuuck! These two are so fuckin' stupid," Dale said with a grin. "Hold 'em!"
Both girls screamed as they were grabbed. Their screams got worse as they found out what they were in for.
To begin with, while one of the men held their arms behind their backs, both girls had their slips ripped away. Barbara's was already torn, and it was easy for Wolf to shred it to the hem and rip the shoulder straps off, tearing it away until the helpless girl stood almost naked. The remains of her bra were ripped away too, leaving her in nothing but panties and stockings.
Sandy had it even worse. Her slip was ripped away. She sobbed and begged them as it ripped apart, her shoulders jerking as they tore the straps. Then she had to face them with her last cover, her lacy bra.
"Do it yourself, if you don't want it ripped," Dale said.
Helpless, weeping, Sandy reached back and undid her bra, holding the cups over her tits until the last moment with hands that trembled uncontrollably in her little lacy white gloves. Slowly she let the bra fall away. The two girls stood close together, their tits almost touching.
"Heyyy!" Ned said. "Them's some tits."
The two girls shuddered as they were pushed together so that their tits rubbed against each other. The two girls stared into each other's eyes, weeping and trembling with fear.
Dale took the thin rod and laid it across the two pairs of young nipples.
"Oh God!" Sandy whispered, her whole body heaving with terror.
"Now," Dale said softly, "I wanna hear you say that you'll do everything we tell you to do."
"Yes, yes!" the girls sobbed.
The rod swept up and lashed down, cutting through the touching nipples, slashing them down as the girls screamed.
"Louder!" Dale yelled, drawing the rod out and raising it again.
"Yes, yes!" the girls screamed.
Dale lashed the rod through their nipples again, beating the buds viciously. "Tell us you'll beg for everything we wanna do!"
"Yes, yes!" the girls shrieked.
The cane lashed down again, beating crimson agony into the twin nipple buds.
"And you know what happens, if you refuse!"
"Yes, yes!" The two of them sobbed, their bodies trembling with horror.
"Beg me to show you what will happen if you refuse."
Barbara screamed. Sandy shuddered as she watched the rod being lifted. Their bodies were wet with sweat as they stared at the rod hovering over their tits.
"Please, don't make-aaghhh!"
The girls twisted as the rod lashed their nipples again, sending surging agony through their bodies.
"Beg me to show you ..."
"Oh, please, show us what will happen," Sandy gabbled, so terrified she hardly knew what she was saying.
"And you, little girl?"
"Yes, yes, please, show me." Barbara's eyes were wide open, staring.
The rod lashed through their nipples once more, and their screams rang around the room.
"That's what happens!" Dale said. "Now take your panties off!"
Neither of the girls tried to rub their tits as their arms were released. Frantically they reached for their panties and slid them down, tossing them aside in terror.
"Hey," Ned said, "these have got cum on them, pick them up."
Sandy shook, but she obeyed at once. She bent down and picked the panties up, trying to hold them where there wasn't any cum, but the sticky stuff was almost all over them.
"Suck the cum out," Ned said slowly, laughing the whole time, "and leave some for your sister."
Sandy thought about pleading with them again, but her tits still rang with pain. Shuddering, she raised the panties to her lips and licked at them.
"I said suck it out!" Ned snapped.
The bikers stood around laughing as the helpless girl sucked at her panties, tasting the cold cum, cleaning it out. She handed them to Barbara when they told her to, and her weeping sister did the same, sucking until the bikers were satisfied that the panties were clean.
"Okay," Dale said when they finally let Barbara drop the panties to the floor, "now for the real thing. Beg us to put you both over the sofa and teach you how a real woman gets it- right up the cunt!"
"P-please, put us over the sofa," Sandy whispered.
"Louder, shit!" Dale snapped.
"P-p-please, put us over the sofa." Sandy wept. "Please!"
"Tell us how much you want us all to fuck you, how much you love it," Dale said nastily.
"Oh yes, we love it! Please, we love it!" Sandy shrieked as Dale advanced with the rod.
"Okay," he said, "you over that arm and you over the other, so you can see each other get it."
Still sobbing helplessly, the two girls rushed to the sofa and bent down over the two arms. They looked at each other as the bikers made them spread their legs.
"Hold hands, won't that be nice," Dale said.
The sisters gripped each other's hands, staring at each other.
"Oookay," Dale said easily. "Wolf and I get to take the cherries, then the rest of you can have 'em any way you like."
There were no protests from the gang, but Sandy cried out in horror as she realized that it was Wolf standing behind her. His enormous cock would break her wide open.
She moaned, her whole body trembling, her pussy clamping tight at the expected assault. She felt the hard, monstrously thick cock at the tender entrance to her pussy. It pushed and her cunt-walls contracted in protest. "Oh no!"
"What?" Ned snapped, laying the cane across her ass.
"Oh, please, do it!" Sandy screamed in terror.
"Good," Ned said and took the rod away.
The cock pushed and Sandy buried her head into the sofa cushions as the pain rushed over her. Her virgin cunt tore as the thick cock-meat invaded her fuck-channel.
Barbara jerked upward, staring as Dale's cock heaved at her tight pussy. She gasped, but fear stopped her from crying out.
"Hey, isn't this the greatest!" Dale chuckled, heaving his cock harder at her cunt.
"Yes, yes!" Barbara screamed. "I love it!"
She sobbed as another massive thrust drove the whole of Dale's cock-head into her suffering cunt.
Suddenly the two girls heaved on the sofa, clutching each other's hands. Both cocks had come up against their tight little cherry drums. They wept and stared at each other.
"Yup," Dale said, "they wasn't lyin'. Now, beg us to ram the fuck outa your cherries."
"Oh yes!" Sandy jabbered, "yes, we're ready." She buried her head in the sofa cushions, sobbing with horror.