Chapter 6
"Hey," Lala said, "let's dress 'em up a bit, I mean, fuck, I think I'll try something." She went over to the closet and began sorting through the clothes.
The men laughed and went over, playing games, throwing clothes out as they rummaged through.
"Fuck me," Roy said, "they sure are a pair of perverts here." He held up a tight pair of black leather panties with a zip all the way from the belt at the front, through the crotch to the back.
"Heyyy," Lala said, "just what I need, gimme those boots too."
She stripped off her clothes with no thought at all, fully revealing her slim figure with its tight ass-cheeks and thrusting tits. She took the panties and heaved them on, pulling them tight before zipping them up.
"Not bad," she said, parading in front of the full-length mirror. "Now the boots."
All the men were totally engrossed in Lala as she pulled on a pair of thigh-length black boots with six-inch spiked heels. They were tight and she struggled with them, the men offering to fuck her as she worked.
Barbara turned to Sandy. "We could escape, if we can get to the door."
"It's too dangerous," Sandy sobbed softly. "If they catch us, we'll be really punished."
"I'll go then," Barbara said, looking over at the door. "If I can just get outside, I can probably get away. Stay quiet."
As the men cheered and laughed, Lala finally got one of the boots on and reached for the other. Slowly Barbara crawled away, keeping the sofa between her and them.
She reached the door, reached for the handle. Slowly it turned and she eased the door open. The door creaked, loudly.
"What the ... " Dale yelled, turning and seeing instantly what was happening.
In horror, Barbara flung the door open and bolted up the stairs. She reached the kitchen and ran for the main room, but Dale was right behind her and tackled her, bringing her down in a sobbing heap on the floor. He held her down and crawled up her body until he was astride her. Then he turned her over and stared down into her sobbing face.
"Nice try, sister," he said. "Hey, I like a whore with spirit, you got more guts than your fuckin' sister."
He laughed and ran his hands over Barbara's soft tits. Almost tenderly he unzipped his pants and slipped his cock between Barbara's lovely tit-mounds. He rolled them over his cockshaft, tit-fucking her with long slow strokes. Barbara lay there petrified.
"Yeahhhh," he said softly, "you know who I blame most?"
"N-no," Barbara whispered.
"Your fuckin' sister who wouldn't go with you, and wouldn't tell us, I mean fuck, no guts at all."
"You get her?" Roy called up.
"Yeah," Dale yelled, "truss that sister of hers up right, she's for it. Put her over that bar, let's have some real ass-fuckin' around here."
"Riiiiight!" Roy shouted.
"Oh please, don't hurt Sandy," Barbara begged.
"Don't you worry, sister," Dale said, "you play right with me and you won't do bad." He slid his huge cock between her tits, pushing them harder to make a tighter channel for it. "Promise me you'll do everything we tell you to do and we'll go easy on you."
"And Sandy?" Barbara asked, hearing a heart-rending scream from her older sister as she spoke.
"Your fuckin' sister is a bitch," he said, "but you play ball and we won't hurt her too much. She'll be sore all over, but that never killed nobody."
Barbara moaned a little. Dale's rough hands were working her tits, rubbing her sensitive nipples and she was getting aroused again. She bit her hp, hoping Dale hadn't noticed, but he had.
"Well, okay, little sister," he crooned, "you're somethin' else, you know that?"
"Oh please," Barbara sobbed. Her tits were on fire as he rasped his fingers over her nipples. Her pussy was getting wet, and she moaned with rising excitement. From downstairs there was the slap of a whip and a scream from Sandy and even that aroused her. She gasped, waiting for the next crack. When it came, she sobbed and her tits heaved up at his hands, her thighs trembling with excitement as Sandy's scream died away.
Dale chuckled. "We'd better take you down to see this, get you creaming your jeans if you had any on."
"Oh no!" Barbara protested, but Dale picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her to the stairs as if she were a sack of feathers. She pounded at his back, but the excitement wouldn't stop. His brutal treatment carried a real lust for her underneath, she could feel it. Dale wanted her, and that turned her on. She sobbed with shame, but it wouldn't go away.
"Well, okay," he said as he carried her into the dungeon, "look at this."
He tossed her effortlessly across the back of the sofa, so that she could see what Sandy was going through and still be open for him.
Sandy was over a bar that stood about waist height on a piece of what looked like gym apparatus. Her ankles were lashed to the supports and her wrists to her ankles, so that her ass pitched up in the air, a perfect target for Lala as she lashed Sandy's ass with the long plaited tail of the whip.
Lala had finished dressing. As well as the skin-tight panties, she wore the black boots and a tight leather top that thrust her high tits up, almost revealing them completely. On her head she wore a black cap, pulled down over her eyes, and black elbow-length gloves completed the outfit.
"Aaaghhh!" Sandy screamed. "Please, don't don't!"
"Beg one of these boys to fuck your ass," Lala snarled, lashing the helpless girl, and then you only got a few more strokes to go."
"Noooo!" Sandy wailed as she struggled, and the horrible whip cut her helpless ass again, leaving a bright red streak across her already painfully mashed flesh.
"Beg them!" Lala yelled, her arm blurring as she brought the whip across Sandy's ass.
Sandy's scream rang around the room while all the bikers held their cocks and slowly rubbed them, watching Sandy's terrible whipping.
"Beg, whore!" Lala yelled as the whip cut across Sandy's ass again.
"Aaaghhhhh! Please, please, yes, you can do it!" Sandy wailed as she cracked, her will broken.
"Beg them to fuck your ass, sister!" Lala snarled, lashing the whip across Sandy's helpless body once more.
"Please, please, fuck my ass!" Sandy screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"That's better," Lala said, "now all you have to take are six more strokes for helping your-"
"Nooooo!" Sandy screamed. "Please, you promised."
"Make me take them!" Barbara yelled as Dale ran his hands over her ass and his cock probed between her ass-cheeks. She hung on the back of the sofa, her eyes misted, with a strange feeling surging around inside her. She could take it, Sandy couldn't. "I was the one who escaped."
"Yeah, come on, Lala," Roy said, "I wanna fuck this whore's ass."
"Whatever," Lala said and lowered the whip, walking over to the sofa where Barbara hung, panting.
Dale leaned over. "It ain't as simple as that, whore. I need fuckin'. You're gonna be on my cock while Lala whips you till I come. Then you're gonna suck me hard again while anybody who wants fucks you, and then I'm gonna ass-fuck you. However long it takes, got that?"
The most perverted desire rushed over Barbara as she stared at Lala and the whip. She screamed, trying to disguise the rush of emotions that crested, roaring through her body.
"I'll do anything to save my sister," she screeched, "you can do what you like to me!"
"Riiiiight," Dale hissed in her ear, "I'll show you who you are, whore, you wait. Now get my pants off and get on my cock."
Barbara trembled as she reached for his jeans, she unzipped them, slid them down and off, then reached up for his underpants. He waited while she worked them over his rampant cock, and Lala stood with the whip curled in her hand. The very sight of it made Barbara's throat constrict with fear and a desperate excitement.
Dale kept his shirt on and waited for her. Barbara trembled as she looked at his cock again. It throbbed and pulsed at her and she knew how much he wanted to fuck her.
"Get on it," he demanded.
Barbara gasped as she realized that he wanted her to climb on his cock while he was standing up. She was so tiny the head of his prick reached almost to her rib cage. Shaking almost uncontrollably, she climbed onto the sofa seat and spread her lovely, stocking-clad legs. "Please, help me."
Dale grinned and walked to her, his cock throbbing and bouncing with more urgency than ever before. He picked her up like a doll and lifted her pussy over his cock, moving her around until she was ready to slide down on it.
"Oh yes, that's right," Barbara gasped, hardly believing that she was helping a man to fuck her. Or that the most depraved lust was already surging through her body.
Very slowly Dale lowered the quivering Barbara onto his massive cock.
"Uuuuuugrrrrrgggg!" Barbara sobbed as her tight little cunt was invaded. The massive thick cock-rod spread her pussy-walls, sending endless sparks of passion surging through her body. She shrieked with lust as the massive cock drove deeper, filling her pussy with hard fuck-meat. Her hips were already jerking to the pulse of the lust surging through her body, and she moaned with the unbearable rising passion. She gasped as his cock reached the limit, filling her pussy to the hilt, the massive shaft throbbing like an engine deep in her body.
"Get your legs right up," he ordered, "so Lala can get you right with the whip!"
"Ooooohhhh," Barbara moaned, her pussy sucking and jerking uncontrollably. She hung around Dale's neck as she slid her wonderful shapely legs up his hips until they were around his thighs, holding him tightly.
Lala lined the whip up, cracking it experimentally in the air, inches from Barbara's tight ass-cheeks. Then she swung it for real, the tightly braided leather cracking across Barbara's ass, beating a thick line of agony into her flesh.
Over the bar, Sandy was sobbing and pleading with Roy as he rubbed her ass, moving his fingers between her ass-cheeks, probing for her tight knot of ass-muscles.
"Please, just fuck me up the front," she pleaded. "I can take it there, but not there, noooo!"
She squirmed on the bar in terrible shame as his finger pushed in, probing her shit-hole.
"Get me some cream," Roy said, "nice little hole, fuckin' dry."
There was a roar of laughter at that and Ned tossed across a container of skin cream that had been sitting among the whips and chains.
"Ready, whore?" Roy asked Sandy as he squirted gobs of the cream over her whipped and pulped ass.
Sandy sobbed and tugged at the bonds that held her wrists to her ankles. Her little white gloves were shredded by now, but still somehow clung to her hands. She sobbed in desperation as Roy's hands played over her ass, rubbing the cream into her sore flesh.
Then his fingers began probing at her asshole, pushing cream in, lubricating her hole for his cock. Sandy shrieked as one of his fingers penetrated her shit-hole, thrusting through the protective ring of muscles running deep into her hot ass.
"Yeahhhh," he chuckled, "now ain't that nice?"
"Oooooohhh, no," Sandy sobbed, but he pushed another finger in and the pain began. Her ass-walls shook as he scissored his fingers inside her, driving pain and fear with them.
"Okay," Roy said, "let's do it right." He took his fingers out and spread cream over his long hard cock, stroking it as he surveyed the whipped blonde's lovely ass, spread out helplessly for him. "Fuck, this is gonna be great."
Sandy felt his cock-head pushing between her ass-cheeks, moving down closer to her shit-hole all the time.
"Stop!" she begged. "Oooooh don't do it, don't!"
But he just laughed and slapped her desperately painful ass-cheeks, making her scream again. His cock pushed against the outer ring of her ass-muscles, and they clenched to try and stop him. It was hopeless. He played there a bit, stroking his cock around the very edge of her tight asshole, and then pushed.
The bar stopped Sandy moving at all. She was shoved into it as the pressure of his cock on her asshole increased. His thick bulbous cock-head pushed in, opening her tight asshole, straining her muscles.
"Stop it!" she begged, but he pushed again and the whole of his cock-head pushed into her ass.
"Aaahhhhhh!" Sandy screamed, her body twisting on the bar, her arms pulling helplessly at the bonds.
"Sheeit, she's great," Roy gasped as he eased his cock back, then pushed again, driving deeper into Sandy's virgin shitter. He moaned as her hot tight asshole engulfed his thick straining cock. He eased back again and then pushed, fucking his cock into Sandy's ass to the hilt.
"Yaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Sandy sobbed as her shitter-walls exploded with pain. He was right up, his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks, his huge cock filling her guts, straining her ass-walls apart until she screamed in agony. She jumped and heaved on the bar, sobbing with the pain and humiliation.
Barbara's scream rang around the room as the whip cut into her ass. She heaved up on Dale's cock, her pussy erupting as the pain and lust mingled so she couldn't tell which was which. Her pussy slammed down on the thick fleshy prick as the whip cut in again, dealing her ass another terrible welt. Barbara screeched, her pussy sucking at Dale's prick as she leaped up and slid back down it, her tight pussy-walls spasming with a rising orgasm.
"Now you see who you are, whore," Dale whispered in her ear as his cock throbbed and swelled in her cunt-pit. "You're coming, admit it, you love it, love to be whipped and fucked, and whipped again, come on, admit it!"
"Nooooo!" Barbara screamed as she leaped again, her ass on fire, her pussy going crazy with lust. Her cunt squeezed at his thick cock as the whip creamed her tight ass again, driving her into a surging, rolling climax. She clung around his neck, her legs tightening around his waist as she screamed and heaved in the grip of the most depraved emotions of her life. "You bastards! I hate you, hate you, bastards! You shits! Shits!"
But Sandy was having the same problem Barbara suffered earlier. She couldn't believe that she was getting turned on by having her ass fucked, but she was. Even her desperate struggles on the bar, pulling at the bonds, only made the passion worse. She sobbed helplessly as the thick bulk of Roy's cock filled her shit-hole, pumping in and out like a thick meaty piston. Her thighs shook, trembling under the onslaught as Roy's cock throbbed inside her.
"Jeeeezzzz!" Roy yelled. "She's got some fuckin' ass, this whore, ohhh, fuuuuck!" His thrusting hips speeded up, his cock rasping over her shit-pit walls as he gripped the bar on either side of Sandy's body and leaned on her ass with more and more force. I'm gonna come! Right up your fuckin' ass, whore!"
Sandy struggled, her body rolling on the bar as she felt his cock growing, throbbing, getting ready to shoot his load cum up her shitter. She moaned at the force of his fucking. Her asswalls started reacting to his cock, sucking in on it, demanding the full force of his prick. He yelled, his hips speeding up, his thighs slapping into her ass-cheeks as he fucked her, his cum boiling in his balls.
Sandy wept as the climax built inside her. She moaned and struggled, but nothing stopped it.
As the cum finally burst out of Roy's throbbing piss-slit and poured high in her ass, she screamed and arched on the bar, an orgasm of incredible force taking her over completely. Sandy gurgled as her ass thrust back wantonly for more of Roy's cock, her ass-walls throbbing around his cock, sucking the cum out of it in great hot wads of creamy goo.
"Oooohhh stop!" she wailed as she came on the bar, shaking the whole apparatus, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
"Whore, whore!" Roy yelled as his cock pumped its load of fuck-juice into her ass, jerking like a snake until the last drops of it oozed out and he fell forward, panting with exhaustion.
But Sandy was still moving. She couldn't disguise her climax as it moved her ass helplessly around, sucking at his slowly sinking cock, she struggled and bit her lips, but she wanted more.
"Bitch!" Roy yelled. "I'll teach you."
Violently he pulled out of her ass, his cock still twitching and heaving, cum-cream and ass-juices all down it. He dropped to the floor and shoved it at Sandy's mouth.
"Clean me off!" he ordered.
Sandy shuddered as his cock pulled out, but suddenly she was staring in horror at his cock-rod, shining and sticky with goo. Her body still rocked with desire, but she couldn't face sucking that slimy cock.
Ned's prick rubbed over her pussy. "Clean his cock off and I'll fuck you! Refuse and I'll whip the shit outa you."
It wasn't just the threat of the whip. The feel of a hard prick at her pussy-lips was more than Sandy could stand. But that wasn't where she wanted it. She couldn't beg for that, she told herself, she couldn't.
Ned misunderstood here. "Right, bitch, now you're for it!"
"Put it up my ass!" Sandy suddenly wailed, breaking, sobbing with horror at herself.
"Ohhhh, so that's the way it is," Ned said with a grin. He slid his cock to the tight asshole, playing over it until Sandy screamed with helpless lust, her asshole heaving for his cock. "Suck Roy clean!" he ordered.
Sandy gave in. She licked at the sticky goo all over Roy's cock-shaft, and he pushed his prick into her mouth. With a gurgle Sandy swallowed it, choking on the earthy taste. But then Ned slid into her ass and she lurched up on the bar, her mouth sucking furiously while her ass went wild with lust.
"Great, whore!" Roy said, grabbing her hair and ramming her mouth over his cock.