Chapter 2
"Oh, please, Simon," Debbi gasped, turning in her chair. "No, I'm not ready for that-give me a day or so, please."
He smiled down at her. "I'm sorry, Debbi, but this is a training seminar for you, and I can't waste any time. Now get up."
"Shit," snarled Vera as Debbi shivered and clutched her purse. "I wanna get laid, Simon, and if she makes a fuss, I gotta work on her."
She stood at the end of the table, sliding her hand over her hot cunt, her legs trembling with lust.
"You know," said Simon, "you're the horniest cunt I ever met. Here, give me the whip." He took it from Vera and turned back to Debbi. "Time to stand up, Debbi. We're paying a lot of money to train you, and I don't want to waste it."
Debbi stared around the table. Every face was on her and all of them were rampant with lust. Even one of the women guests licked her lips as she watched Debbi.
"I can't," Debbi whispered to Simon. "You didn't tell me, you just said..."
"Get up," he said, and his voice held the most terrible menace.
Mesmerized, Debbi slowly got up, still clutching her purse.
"Walk out so everyone can see you," said Simon softly.
Her legs almost refused to move, but Debbi managed to get out into the middle of the room, looking back at the table and the circle of lustful faces, all centered on her.
"Put down your purse," said Simon, walking out a little way, too.
"W-where?" asked Debbi, her head spinning with terror.
"On that chair, you stupid slut."
Debbi shook and almost choked at the change in his voice.
"Now, walk to the wall and back," said Simon, looking her over.
Debbi stifled a moan as she turned and tried to walk to the wall. Her legs trembled so badly she almost stumbled and her breath came unevenly, and she was close to tears.
"As you see," Simon said to the company, "there is a good deal of promise here. Note that she wears a dress that shows her figure off to the best advantage, even though she professes to hate sex with her husband."
Debbi reached the wall and stumbled back toward the chair. She gave a low sob as she looked at Simon. He had betrayed her. She had told him there secrets, and he was blurring them out to these terrible people.
"Stop there," said Simon.
Debbi tripped and almost fell as she stopped in the middle of the carpet.
"Turn to face the table," slid Simon.
Debbi's hands shook as she stood, looking at them all. The sexual lust of the whole group was getting more and more open. Vera was bent forward over the table, her legs apart as Roger slowly rammed his stiff cock up her cunt. She moaned and heaved as she got fucked, her mouth licking at some ice cream that had been left over. With the most disgusting lust, she sucked it up, thrusting her ass back with each slow fuck.
One of the maids was kneeling at another guest's feet, her fingers running over his stiff cock as he looked at Debbi and told the maid to slow down, keep him up, not shooting. Even Sylvie was being used. She knelt too, sucking gently at Bill's cock-rod, getting it hard again as he stared at Debbi.
"Now, show us a bit more of those legs of yours," said Simon softly.
"S-sorry?" Debbi gasped as she trembled and shook.
"Lift your fuckin' dress and show us your legs " said Simon.
"Oh, no-I couldn't do that, please," Debbi wept, turning to him for mercy. "Please, Simon, let me go, I don't want the promotion! I just want to go home, please!"
"Your husband is out fucking that whore of his," said Simon without any mercy at all. "He'll be real pleased to see you, won't he?"
Debbi broke down, sobbing as she realized that she was truly friendless.
"Stop bawling, girl," snapped Simon. "And lift your skirt."
"No, no, I can't!" Debbi sobbed. "I can't! You can't make me do it, you can't!"
"Oh, I won't make you do it," said Simon softly. "You'll do it because you want to. Now stop this stupid crying and do as I say, or you'll be over the table and get what Sylvie just got."
"No, no!" Debbi screamed. "No, let me out!"
She ran for the door. She didn't stand a chance. It was locked. She pounded on it and turned in utter panic to find Simon standing there, the whip in his hand.
"Now," he said to the terrified woman, who was cowering back against tie locked door, "since this is your first night I will give you one more chance. Get back out there and do as I say or else you will find out how painful it is to defy me."
Debbi gasped and stared at her tormentor, tears flowing down her cheeks. The whole group waited, anticipation in their faces. Vera leered at Debbi as she heaved back for more of Roger's cock, and even Sylvie looked at her with a grin of satisfaction. Through her tears, Debbi saw another door at the other end of the room.
"No!" she screamed. "No!"
She broke away and rushed past Simon. Suddenly something snaked around her ankles and she crashed to the carpet. Her dress had ridden up, but she didn't pay that any attention. There, wrapped around her ankles, was the whip-and Simon stood at the other end of it with a very nasty grin on his face.
"Sorry, Debbi, but I gave you all the chances." He stepped up and flicked the whip off her ankle. "It's over the table for you, girl."
"No!" she screamed, rolling on the carpet, trying to escape.
With a laugh, Simon reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to her feet effortlessly and then flinging her over his shoulder as if she were a tiny doll.
The guests swept the top almost clear of the dishes and food as Simon dropped Debbi across the table, face down.
"Stop it!" she pleaded, struggling to get up, but two of the maids had grabbed her wrists at once and Simon pushed his hand into the small of her back, pinning her down.
"Use the ropes," he said. "She's gonna be a red bitch."
"Stop it, let me go, please!" Debbi begged as ropes went around her wrists and tightened.
The two maids put the rope around two of the legs of the table and then leaned on them, pulling until Debbi's arms were stretched painfully out, reaching right across the polished wood. She gasped and moaned, everything being made worse by Vera, who was still getting fucked only a few feet away.
"How do you like it, bitch?" Vera taunted. "I bet you can't take the whip. I bet you'll give in right away. You're just a wimp, a poor little whip wimp." She arched up as Roger fucked his cock deep into her cunt, sliding her hands down over her tits. "I'll show you how to take it, cunt. I'll show you how to take the whip."
Debbi burst into more tears. She didn't really believe it was all happening.
Things got worse. There were ropes going around her ankles, pulling her legs wider apart until her legs strained at the bonds. When the two maids got up, Debbi found she couldn't move at all. Her ankles were lashed to the legs of the table as were her hands, and her face was pressed close to the hard woe den table top.
All around her, the guests gathered to watch. Debbi pleaded constantly, hoping that one soft heart might let her go. But nobody said a thing and Debbi felt Simon's hands running up the backs of her legs, pushing her short dress higher.
"Ohhh, yessss," he said slowly. "Now this is a pair of legs. Better than I thought, eh?"
"Shit," said Desmond, "just look at that."
"Oh, stop it, don't do that!" Debbi pleaded. She knew that as her dress went up it would show them her thighs above her stocking tops, and then her tiny black panties and matching suspender belt. Her ass would be revealed and she would be totally shamed.
"Fuck me, look at that ass," murmured another guest. "Her fuckin' husband must be a real jerk letting that go begging."
"Well, we won't let it go begging, eh?" chuckled Simon. He slid Debbi's dress right up, over her waist until her ass cheeks were exposed and only the thin nylon of her panties protected her modesty at all. "Now, when you promise to do everything I say, I'll let you up."
"Don't whip me, please!" Debbi begged.
She looked up and saw the ring of faces, grinning; down at her. Vera still moaned as Roger slammed his cock into her cunt, lifting her whole body with the force of his fucking. Sylvie was bent over as another of the men ran his hands over her tight panties. His cock was out and he played with it slowly, watching Debbi all the time.
"Just let me know," said Simon.
Debbi gave a moan of terror, but it was cut off almost at once by the most terrible agony that exploded in her ass.
"Aaaggghhhh!" she screamed, her hands digging at the table, her body straining upward. "Ohhh, don't whip me, please don't! No! Please, no! Aaaaggghhh!"
Her body writhed as the thin leather beat lines of deep red agony across her ass, and she screamed in the most desperate fear and terror.
"Fuck, look at that ass move," said one of the men. "I get horny just looking at it. Fucking it'll drive me crazy!"
"No-stop, stop!" Debbie screamed. "Let me go, I'll go away. I won't tell, just let me-aaggghhh! Ohhhh God, help me, help me!"
The agony burned through her like a wave of flames, reaching to the tips of her fingers with each terrible lash of the whip.
Simon lashed her again, driving the thin knotted end of the whip into her ass flesh with incredible accuracy. It never hit the same place twice, so Debbi never knew the focal point that would burst out with pain. Sobbing and weeping, she writhed on the table while Vera heaved and screamed as she came close to her climax.
"Whip the shit outa her, Simon!" Vera yelled. "I wanna hear her scream while I come, whip her, come on!"
She sank back to the table, her black waist cincher heaving with her rising come.
The whip lashed across Debbi's ass and something in her mind snapped.
"All right!" she heard herself screaming. "All right, I'll do as you say, "I'll do as you say!"
"And if you refuse at any time, I'll whip you again," Simon promised as he laid the leather back into her heaving ass.
"Yes, yes, I won't refuse!" Debbi screamed.
"Very good," said Simon. "Let her up."
"You shit!" Vera screamed, pounding her ass back at Roger. "I wanted to hear you scream, bitch! Oh, whip me Simon, come on, you know I need it, come on!"
She moaned as she tossed on Roger's big fucker, ramming it deep into her cunt.
The maids took the ropes from Debbi's wrists, but she lay there on the table, hugging the surface as if for security. Then Debbi gasped in amazement as she saw that Vera had meant
U what she said. Simon stepped to the side, and lined the whip up. Roger rammed his cock into the blonde's demanding pussy and leaned back, holding her by her upper thighs, lifting her so that her ass stuck up higher.
"Whip me, whip me you fucker!" Vera snarled as she jerked up and down, ramming her ass at Roger's cock. She pushed herself backwards on the table, fucking harder at him.
Simon raised the whip and cracked it once for range. Then he swung it, lashing the tail in a constant circle, but one that creaked across Vera's ass at each pass. In seconds Vera's ass-cheeks were a flaming mass of red, and she screamed with the eruptions of orgasm bursting over her.
"Ohhhh yeahhh, whip me, whip me!" Vera demanded, her body heaving on the table, her arms stretched out as she pushed herself up off the surface, her tits swinging free under her, her ass pulsing as it jerked forward and back on the stiff pole of Roger's cock. "Harder, shit head, harder! Come on, you trained me, now satisfy me. Whip me!"
In a screaming, heaving mass, Vera lunged back at Roger as the whip beat a tattoo of pain into her flesh. Her legs trembled and she yelled at Debbi as she came.
"See, shit!" she screamed. "This is how to take it, this is how to be whipped! Oh, fuck me, ohhhh yeahhhhh!"
"Ohhhh, you fuckin' whore!" Roger suddenly bellowed. "I'm coming-whip her Simon, whip the little cunt!" He leaned back, his cock slamming into Vera's pussy until it was fucking her faster than the whip lashed her ass. "Oh, yeahhhhh!"
White cum oozed out of Vera's pussy each time she slammed back at Roger. Her screams reached a pitch of ecstasy that sent new waves of terror into Debbi. Suddenly Vera crested.
"Ohhhh fuuuuucccckkk!" Vera screamed and collapsed across the table, her ass still beating back as the last drops of jism came out of Roger's cock and ran down the crack of her pussy. Vera ran her hands over her beaten ass. Her blonde hair tossed as she slowly straightened up. "Fuck, a few more of those and I should be okay."
Debbi stared at her in horrified fascination. How could Vera want that agony? How could she demean herself like that? She didn't get a chance to ask.
Simon turned away from Vera and looked at Debbi. "Okay, now get out then; and do as I say."
Debbi gasped and shook. She had almost forgotten that her ankles had been untied. She stood up, rubbing her sore ass through the dress that had dropped back across it. The whole of her ass flesh burned, but there were deeper pockets of agony where the knots had landed.
"Step out to where you were," said Simon.
Debbi went to the center of the carpet and turned to face her tormentors. Her hands and legs trembled to the point where she almost fell over, and she had the most terrible difficulty keeping her high heels straight.
"Now," said Simon. "Be a good girl and show us your legs."
Debbi almost control of herself as she reached down and took the hem of her short dress. Staring at them, praying that it would all be a joke in the end and she could go home, Debbi slowly lifted the dress until the hem came up to her stocking tops.
"Spread your legs!" snapped Simon. "Now lilt it farther."
Debbi gasped in fear as she slowly eased the dress higher, working it up until she knew they could see to the crotch of her tiny panties.
"Farther!" snapped Simon.
She had already shown it all as she was bent over the table, but somehow it was more humiliating to do it herself, as if willingly. Debbi wept as she lifted the dress, showing them all the luscious curves of her ass and the curly mass of her cunt hair through the half-transparent material of her panties.
"Keep it up-and walk," said Simon.
Debbi stifled a moan and turned, walking along the path she had walked before, to the wall and back. She stumbled and tier legs felt as weak as water, but she managed to reach the wall and get back to where she started.
"Hmmmm, has to be taught some stuff still," said Simon, "but that's only to be expected. Now, keeping your dress up, bend down and hold your ankles, with your legs spread."
Debbi gave a low moan of desperation. Only the knowledge of the whip made her obey. She turned and bent slowly at the waist, sliding her hands down her legs, then pushing them up over her ass to keep her dress in place. She held there, bent almost double, her hands on her stockinged ankles, her dress came close to her neck as it fell over her back.
"Fuck! She looks better all the time," said Simon. "I can hardly wait to get my cock in there. Okay, get up and face me."
Debbi almost shot back upright and faced Simon, her face still wet with tears. Nothing stopped the awful trembling in her whole body.
"Now, take that dress off," said Simon. "Slowly-you've got a body that lakes a long hard look."
Debbi felt her throat constrict. She knew she couldn't refuse. That would get her put back on the table again. But she hadn't much on under the dress, and they would be able to see almost all her body. Slowly, she reached up and undid the shoulder buttons. She stared at the wall, but all of them stared at her. Debbi slid the dress off her shoulders and down her body, stepping out of it.
Now all she wore were her stockings and heels, a tiny matching black slip and her bra and panty set. She looked at the guests. They were breaking out into an orgy. One of the women was up on the table, her legs spread while Sylvie leaned in and sucked at her demanding pussy. One of the maids was bent over the table as the man watched Debbi and fucked his cock into the maid's hot cunt.
"The bra, I think," said Simon.
"Oh, no," Debbi whispered. She hated the thought that they might see her huge tits.
Simon flicked the whip and Debbi shuddered. Gasping for breath, she reached back and un-d d the clip of her bra, sliding the straps of her slip down her arms and pulling the bra out. She rushed the slip back up for what protection it was worth and dropped the bra on the floor.
"Stand still," said Simon sharply. He came over to her and slid his hands over the material at the top of her slip. "Put your hands behind your back."
Debbi trembled as she obeyed. Her tits thrust out and she wanted to burst into tears.
Very slowly Simon slid the top of her slip away from her tits, exposing them to the gaze of the guests, inch by inch.
"Jesus," whispered Simon, "they don't droop at all. Fuckin' hell!" He slid the top of the slip below her heaving tit mounds and stepped back. "Will you look at that? I'm a fuckin' genius, I know what is gonna be great."
"Well, I hate to agree with you, ' said Roger as he came up. "But that's one hell of a pair of tits. I wanna come all over then. Oh, fuck, are they great!"
He bent down and licked at Debbi's nipples and she almost fainted with the shock. A scream choked in her throat as she looked it Simon and he slid the whip through his fingers.
Roger stood up and gazed deep into Debbi's eyes. "Your fuckin' husband is out of his tree. I wouldn't let something like you out of the house, you make me so horny. Still, if there weren't ass-holes like him around, we wouldn't get to fuck beauties like you."
Debbi just wept as she stood there.
"Well," said Simon. "I wanna see her in that stuff for a while. This is the whore who can't stand sex-and she dresses like she wants every man in the world to have a hard-on. Well, darling, we do have hard-ons and they're all going into you. Who wants to be first?"
Debbi choked and sank to her knees, terror overwhelming her.