Chapter 2
"Aaaghhhh!"
Tammy's scream rang around the room. She jerked on the table top, her legs trembling with the force of the blow. The handcuffs cut into her wrists, but she hardly noticed that in the surging agony that rushed out of her ass. It was as if Michael had laid a red-hot iron on her ass-flesh and neither her dress nor her slip below that were any protection from the pain. "No, please, no, no, aaaaaggghh!" she screamed as the rod whipped into her stretched ass-cheeks again.
Noel yanked on the ropes and Tammy's legs were forced a little wider apart, the seam of her expensive outfit tearing a little more. Now the slit was above her stocking tops, showing the lacy straps of her suspenders.
"Ready to get up on the table?" Michael snarled, lashing the bound evangelist's wife with a vicious stroke of the rod. The thin hard rubber whipped into her skirt with such force it began to tear across her ass, the material fraying along the thin line of agony.
"No, no, please! You can't, please, I'll give you money, I'll-aggghh!" Tammy writhed on the table top, her legs aching, her wrists tearing in the handcuffs, her ass a boiling sea of pain. "Please, for the love of-aaagghghh! Please, please!"
"We wanna see your tits, bitch," Michael laughed. "And your pussy, and we wanna fuck your brains out, got that?" He lashed the weeping, sobbing wife with a vicious stroke that cut across her tight ass-cheeks as Noel heaved on the ropes.
"Urrrghh!" Tammy screamed as she jerked, her arms straining against the terrible metal handcuffs. Her legs were forced wider open, the hem of her tight skirt ripping a little more until the hem of her slip could be seen by the depraved men torturing her. "Please, please, I have money!"
But the rod whipped her again and she screamed and fell forward, panting into the hard top of the table.
Beside Tammy, Luis was ramming his rock-hard fucker into Carla's sucking hot cunt. He was panting, heaving her up off her feet with each slamming fuck-thrust of his cock. His hands gripped her tossing ass-cheeks, digging deep into the red flesh where he'd spanked her.
"Go on, Michael, whip the bitch! I come like hell when she screams!"
"Yeah, Michael, whip her!" Carla urged, jerking her ass back at Luis as she spasmed with rising lust. "Come on, I wanna hear her scream, too!" She sighed and gasped, her large, spread tits pressing into the table top.
"No, no, please, help me!" Tammy screamed as the rod cut her heaving ass, breaking open a gash about an inch long in her skirt. Below it, the glow of her crimson ass could be faintly seen.
Michael chuckled cruelly as he lashed the rod at his captive.
Tammy's screech of agony echoed off the walls as the thin rod lashed her ass, opening the tear in her skirt another half inch or so. Then Michael changed his direction, moving the lash of the rod up to the crest of her straining ass and then down to the base, where her ass-curve met the flesh of her thighs. At each beat, Tammy jerked and screamed, lurching madly on the table top, her arms pulling at the handcuffs until there was a red stain of bloody skin on her wrists.
"Yeah, Michael!" Luis bellowed, his cock heaving at Carla's cunt, the cum surging out of his balls in his lust as he watched the bound wife jerk and listened to her screams of agony. "Oooh, fuck! Whip her! Lemme hear her beg for it!"
He jerked and his cock spat a stream of hot cum juice deep in Carla's wet cunt.
"Urrghh, yes, Michael! Oh, do it, yes!" Carla screamed, tossing and heaving on the table top as the cock in her cunt shot thick wads of jism. "One more and I'll come-yessssss!" Michael whipped Tammy and the scream of the bound woman sent Carla into a spasm of climax. "Urrrhhh, yes! Ooohhh, Michael, Michael, Michael!"
Carla came, thrusting her cunt back to take the full length of Luis's cock as it creamed in her sucking pussy.
"Woooowwww!" Luis yelled as he came, his cock spurting fuck-juice all over Carla's hot pussy-walls.
He heaved her up on his cum-shooting cock, holding the little dark-haired nympho's feet off the floor as he shot the last creamy wads of his jizz. He gasped, his hips jerking, his cock sliding and ramming deep into Carla's fuck-passage. He growled as his balls ran out of jism. He slowly let the gasping, moaning blonde down onto the floor and she lay across the table, her wide eyes staring at the sobbing Tammy.
"Ready for a cock, bitch?" Carla asked.
Tammy moaned, then screamed as another hard blow sent her jerking on the table top. Her head fell, her eyes stared along the hard surface of the table and she heard a faint scream from Donald, muffled by the doors. But that hardly mattered to the suffering young wife.
Michael came up and leaned over her, his mouth close to her sobbing lips. "You don't want any more of that, do you?"
"No, please, please, I'll give you money, I will!" Tammy wept.
"Then get up on the table and do what we say."
"No, please, don't make me, no!" Tammy screamed as Michael leaned back.
But nothing stopped the man. He whipped the rod into her ass and Tammy wailed in agony as her sore ass was beaten yet again. At the same time, Noel pulled hard on the ropes, and her legs were forced even farther apart and her skirt seam ripped another inch. She knew her little lacy slip was now visible, but that wasn't the worst of it. Her pussy was slammed hard into the top of the table, and every time she rubbed it on the hard wood a spasm of strange satisfaction rushed over her. It made the beating bearable-but she knew it was sinful, so she did her best to resist it.
"Ready?" Michael asked, his voice dripping kindness.
Tammy's pussy rubbed into the edge of the table top and she gurgled as the strange spasm rocked her. But it was bad, it was the sort of thing that could send her to hell.
'No!" she wailed. "No, please, don't, please!"
She moaned and sobbed as he stepped back and lashed the rod once more across her tight ass-cheeks. The agony surged over her and her pussy rubbed against the table top, the two sensations surging together and blending. She was mewling and moaning, her ass circling as she rubbed her cunt over the hard wood, trying to ease the pain.
"No, no, no!" she screamed to herself and stopped. "Yes, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
It was better to endure the sexual perversion of these monsters than risk the fires of hell, she knew that. God wouldn't punish her for submitting when there was no choice.
"Good," Michael said gently. "Let her go, boys."
Tammy sobbed and wept as Noel undid her ankles and Luis opened the handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists as soon as they were free, moaning at the sight of the smear of blood on them. But it was her ass that burned the worst, and she rubbed it as hard as she could, discovering the rip in the material.
"This cost three-hundred dollars," she wept, turning, trying to see the cut over her ass. "You ruined it."
Michael laughed as he sat in a chair and patted the arm. Instantly Carla was over and sitting close to him, her fingers running in his hair.
"Fuck it," he chuckled. "We whip the shit outa her, and she worries about her skirt. "Hey," he said, turning to Carla, "did you clean your cunt out?"
"Me? No," Carla pouted. She crossed her legs tightly. "I'm saving it."
Michael chuckled louder. "Yeah," he said. "Okay, bitch, up on the table."
Tammy found a chair and climbed up on the table with great difficulty. Her legs were woozy, her whole body trembled from the beating, and she was shaking with terror on top of that. She stood on the table top, trying to stop her high heels from digging into the perfect polish.
The worst of the men was Luis, for he sat in a chair, shamelessly rubbing his cock as he watched her. Noel reclined on one of their best sofas, his drink in his hand, sipping as he took her in. He seemed almost remote from the lusts of the other men, but Tammy could see that he too had a massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants. To the desperate wife, his prick looked even bigger than Luis's.
"Slowly," Michael said, snapping Tammy back to her present terror.
With her hands trembling, she reached up and ran her fingers over the ruffles that spanned her shoulders. She loved those ruffles, they were so feminine. Trying to put off the terrible moment, she ran her fingers down the divide of the lacy top, feeling for the first button in the lace. Though she didn't know it, her hesitation was turning the men on like crazy, and Michael gave a growl of lust as she undid the first button, right between her swelling tits.
Michael gasped, his ass jerking in the chair. "Hey, I can't take this," he said to Carla. "Get down there and show the bitch how to suck cock."
Carla pouted at him. "But I wanted to watch, too."
"Did you hear me, cunt?" Michael yelled.
With another pout, Carla slid off the chair arm and went to her knees between his legs. She reached up and pulled at the zipper of his pants, easing it down with sulky expertise.
"You could be over the table too, you snitty cunt!" Michael warned her, but she ignored the threat, reaching in and pulling out his cock.
Standing on the table with her fingers at the next button of her pink outfit, Tammy almost threw up at the sight. Not only was Michael's cock another monster, but Carla was kneeling there, running her tongue over the man's cock-head. Tammy knew you went to hell for that-there was no way out of oral sin. Or that other sin she didn't even dare think about. Her fingers shook as she eased out the button, her staring eyes on the kneeling Carla as she ran her whole mouth over Michael's cock-head, slipping the glossy prick-knob between her lips and sucking on it gently as he looked up at Tammy.
"Looking forward to sucking cock?" he chuckled.
"No! Please, that's a mortal sin!" Tammy moaned, her fingers somehow finding the next button of her top and opening it. "You can go to hell for that."
"Yeah," Michael laughed, totally unfazed, "but it's so much fun. Now get that top off, bitch. I wanna see your tits better."
Tammy shuddered at his tone. She knew she was helpless now, because hell didn't hold any terrors for these men.
She undid the button and her top opened, all the lacy ruffles falling to the side, held now only by a single button at her waist. Her little lacy slip was showing, the semi-transparent material barely disguising the outline of her little quarter-cup uplift bra. It reminded her again that the way she dressed could be seen as sexy and provocative rather than just fashionable. Now she wished she'd listened to the people who'd criticized her.
Michael grinned as his cock slid in and out of Carla's expert lips. He stared harder as Tammy undid the last button and let her little top slide wide open, showing the wonderful curves of her body even better. He kept his eyes on the beautiful brunette as she slid the top slowly down her arms, the ruffles and lace moving down an inch at a time as she unwittingly provoked the men even further. Her tits pushed out against the material of her slip as she let the top fall to the table top.
Now they could see the tightness of the wide belt that encircled her waist, the full delicious curves of her whipped ass and legs in the tight skirt. The rips in the seam had run so high that several inches of her slip were visible as she tearfully reached for her belt and pulled it open.
Michael grinned again and his cock jerked in Carla's mouth as Tammy unzipped the back of her pink skirt and opened it to work it over her hips. She stared terrified at the wall, wondering how she had reached this terrible point of stripping for the lusts of men. She worked the skirt down, revealing the lovely lacy pink slip under it and her stockings beyond that. The curves of her thighs had never looked better as she stepped out of the pink skirt and let it drop beside her top. She stared down at her lovely outfit and sobbed. Now all she had left on was her slip, stockings, shoes, bra and panties.
"Come here," Noel said.
Tammy started, turning to find the tall dark-haired man right at the edge of the table behind her. She trembled at the sight of him. There was a sort of power coming from him that turned her guts to water. Slowly, she stepped over to the edge of the table and stood, her pussy just at the level of his face.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Tammy moaned as she obeyed, sliding her high heels out on the polished surface, trying not to mark it. But there were chips already in the highly reflective surface, and each movement of her high heels made more of them. She stopped, her legs apart, her hands over her tits.
"Slide the hem of your slip up a little," Noel said, his fingers playing with the top of Tammy's stockings.
"Please," she whispered, her thigh shaking at the horrible touch of a man.
"Do as I say, or else," he said, sliding his finger inside the lacy suspender strap that clung to Tammy's thigh.
Tammy moaned, but she knew she couldn't take any more of that rod. She slowly slid her fingers down over her tits, down to her slim waist.
"Yes," Noel said, "just like that. Do it just like that and really turn me on." His fingers eased up under the suspender strap, easing it out a little, moving up toward Tammy's pussy.
She choked, only now realizing how much her terrified actions were arousing the men. With her fingers shaking horribly, she worked them over her pussy, pressing against the material of her slip, showing the outline of her spread thighs and the swell of her pussy-mound. Noel nodded in approval and she moved on, reaching the lacy hem of her little pink slip. It only just reached her stocking tops anyway, and she knew how much the view of her legs was arousing Noel. With a sob, she eased it up a little, showing the creamy white of her thighs, the material creasing above her hands as she showed more and more of her flesh.
"Fuck, I gotta see this," Michael snapped. He pulled Carla's mouth off his cock and stood up. "Come over here." He hauled her to her feet by an arm.
"Fuck it, Michael, hold off!" Carla protested as she was dragged close to the other end of the table, where Noel's fingers were playing with
Tammy's thighs as the helpless wife stood on the table and sobbed.
"You're getting above yourself," Michael snarled as he slammed Carla back to her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth. "I'll hand you over to Darcie and Paulina when they've finished with Mr. Wonderful."
Carla moaned and her head shook from side to side as she sucked his cock. "No, no, I'll be good."
"Get on with it," he said.
Carla's soft lips sank deep on his prick, sucking at the hard cock-flesh as she caressed the rest of his cock-shaft with her skillful fingers. She knew how he wanted it, slow and easy, and she kept her mouth circling on his prick-knob, sucking as she ran her tongue over the throbbing flesh. Her hands ran up and down his thick prick-shaft, and she slowly moved one of them deep into his pants to caress his balls.
"Yeah," he growled. "That's better."
Tammy shuddered and wept as Noel's fingers crept slowly up her thigh and ran over the stretched material of her panties. She had never felt so violated in her life, and she had to bite her Up to keep from screaming in horror.
Then Noel looked up at her and grinned, his finger pushing at the tight entrance of her cunt through the silky material of her briefs.
"You're wet," he said. "You know what that means?"
Tammy would never admit it, but she knew. Sluts got wet when they fucked, because they were full of lust, not like ladies. A wave of terror and repulsion shook her. Before she knew what she was doing, she was staggering back on the table, screaming at Noel.
"Get your hands off me, you brute! No! You'll go to hell for this!"
"Sure," he said, "but I'm getting into your panties first. Now get back here!"
"No, no!" Tammy screamed and tried to get off the table.
"Don't do it," Noel warned.
But Tammy was out of her mind with a mixture of terrors that were well out of control. She sobbed as she grabbed a chair and stepped down on it, almost falling to the floor, then rushing in a screeching panic at the door to the rec-room.
It opened in her hand and she reeled back, screaming in horror.
Donald was spread-eagled on the floor, facedown, his arms and legs lashed to bolts that had been screwed into the hand-laid parquet flooring. Darcie stood over him, the whip in her hand, her spiked heel rammed right up his ass. His ass was crimson from the beatings and there was blood on it where the sadistic women had whipped him. Sitting on the floor at his head was Paulina, her legs spread around his face, her hands holding his hair as she rammed his face all over her pussy.
"Now do it good, honey, or big bad momma will whip you again," Paulina crooned. "Come on, make me feel real good, I love having my pussy sucked." She looked up at Tammy. "You know, your hubby sucks cunt real well if you train him right. Look."
Tammy was so terrified she couldn't move. She didn't notice Noel standing behind her, leather bonds in his hands. All she could see was Darcie fucking her spiked heels cruelly in Donald's ass.
Donald moaned and gave a scream that bubbled out of Paulina's wet cuntal flesh.
"Deeper, honey!" Paulina gasped. "Oh, big bad momma's gonna have to whip you. You don't do well enough, naughty boy, but don't cry-you just suck pussy."
Donald struggled and screamed, but Darcie lifted the whip above his ass and lashed it down, cutting another deep welt across the suffering preacher's ass-flesh. Donald's body flopped up and down on the floor, but he sucked harder at Paulina's cunt, and then she leaned back, satisfied for the moment.
"Not bad. Now tongue-fuck my cunt," she ordered.
And the moaning, beaten preacher obeyed his terrible mistresses.
Tammy jerked and screamed as the bonds slipped over her wrists, and she turned to face Noel.
"Very silly," he said. "You'll have to learn real discipline now."
"No, I was stupid, I'm sorry," Tammy whined.
But he pulled her back into the main room and shut the door. The sounds of Donald's pain became remote and muffled again.
Noel gripped the sobbing wife by her hair and hustled her over to the table. Beside her, Michael fucked his cock in and out of Carla's mouth, his eyes devouring the delicious curves of the weeping, begging Tammy.
"You're going to learn," Noel said, "however long it takes. If you want to learn now, do as I say. If you don't, then fight me. Get on your back on the table."
"Urrrhhh!" Michael moaned and gripped Carla's dark hair, thrusting his cock in and out of her sucking lips with increasing fury. "Fuck her, Noel!"
Noel grinned as Tammy backed away from him, almost ending up falling onto Luis's cock before she had a clear thought. She knew she had to resist. That way, God would excuse her for the things she was forced to do.
"No, no! I don't care what you do!" she screamed.
Noel grinned and pulled on the rope that still ran to the bonds on Tammy's wrists. She screamed, but he was so much more powerful than she was that he caught her and threw her on her back on the table in seconds. She screamed and struggled, but Luis came to help, his massive cock swelled and ready to fuck again. Her wrists were still held by the bonds and she struggled in vain to get them loose as the two men pulled her legs right over her head, spreading them as they went.
Tammy screamed and begged, but it did no good. Her shapely legs were pulled down until her toes touched the table top on either side of her head. Her tendons and muscles throbbed with the pain, she wept and begged, wriggling, trying to get the pressure off her doubled-over body. But the men lashed leather straps around her ankles and then put them around the tops of the corner table legs. They pulled them tight and Tammy was trapped, her shoulders pressed into the hard wood, her ass and pussy up in the air, protected only by her pink panties, her legs spread horribly wide.
"No, no, you can't, please!" she begged, struggling, even though things then got a lot worse.
Noel put a wide leather collar around her neck. She wept and sobbed, but he twisted her a little until her head was over the edge of the table, her neck bent, her long brunette hair falling to the carpet.
While Luis re-adjusted the ropes around her ankles, Noel clipped a chain leash to the collar. It was a thick chain and the sheer weight of it made it almost impossible for Tammy to lift her head. She moaned and sobbed, but screamed when she saw Noel standing over her. He carried in his hand a whip with a short handle and a great many tightly knotted tails.
Almost casually, he draped the tails over Tammy's tits as they heaved in the top of the little slip and bra.
"Do you know what these are?" he said and showed Tammy a couple of tiny clips. They had serrated jaws and screws that opened and closed them.
"No," she whispered.
"My little innocent," he said softly. "Don't worry, you won't be innocent for long." He leaned down close to Tammy. "When I've finished with you, you'll know just about everything there is to know about depravity." He smiled. "You'll have done it all."
"No, oh, God!" Tammy whined as he reached into the top of her slip, his fingers moving into the open cup of her bra. "No, don't, you can't!"
She pushed at his hands. Instantly he slapped her face hard, jerking her head to the side and then back, getting a horrible sob from the helpless wife.
"Your hands are free to help you, bitch," Noel growled. "Help you work my cock. You fuck around and make me tie them up and I'll make you scream until every last drop of my cum's gone down your throat. Take them away!"
"No!" Tammy screamed and pushed at his hands. Without really knowing what she was doing, she pulled his hand to her mouth and bit it.
"You bitch!" he yelled, and his enormously strong hands forced her jaw open. "You stupid bitch!" He slapped her face again, driving her head to the side, rolling it on the table edge.
She screamed and stared up at him with foggy vision as her head steadied.
"Fuck," he said. "Now you're in for it." But there was a strange note of admiration in his voice.