Chapter 5
They threw Tammy off the chair back and onto the thick carpet. She lay there, sobbing, exhausted, caressing her tits and ass where they had been so badly whipped. Her slip was so torn that it hardly protected her lovely body at all from their horrible gazes, but she was well past worrying about anything like that. The pain echoing in her body was doing the awful things it had done before. The ache throbbed, burning, centering in her cunt and tits, sending spasms of dark, depraved pleasure over her. She twisted her mashed nipple as an experiment and shuddered at the rush of lust that burst in her guts.
It was terrifying to the young preacher's wife. What was happening to her?
She pulled her long brunette hair out of the way, wiping her face with it a little where her salty tears stung. Cautiously, she looked up and saw that the men were flopped in chairs, while Carla had gone to the door to the play room and was standing in it, grinning. Tammy trembled and sank back close to the floor, thinking that if they got too involved with Donald, she might get a chance to escape. The only problem was that she needed a bathroom desperately. Her bladder was close to bursting.
A muffled groan came out of the play room and then Darcie yelled: "Come on, you stupid jerk! Come on, keep it up, fucker!"
There was another moan and a blubbering scream from Donald.
Despite her horror, Tammy crawled around the chair, holding onto the chain from her collar, until she could see what was going on. She almost wished she hadn't.
Donald was still spread-eagled on the floor, but Darcie was riding his cock and Paulina was sitting on his face, rubbing her cunt over his mouth. That wasn't all. Darcie had a spur in her hand and was rolling the spiked wheel over Donald's belly and thighs as she rode him.
"Come on, you self-righteous little fucker!" she jeered, her ass jerking as she fucked her helpless victim.
She dug the spur harder into Donald's thigh, leaning back as she churned her pussy on his cock. Her tight little leather dress was pulled up, but still concealed the full horror of what she was doing to Donald. Her leather boots rocked and swayed as she dug the spur into Donald's trembling flesh. There was blood where the spur had passed and Darcie rolled the wheel slowly, sometimes with brutal power.
Donald moaned and writhed on the floor, his body gyrating with each horror the two women inflicted on him. He couldn't move much, because his hands were clipped to the sides of a tight leather corset he had been forced to wear. His legs kicked and twitched, but Darcie ignored that.
"Yeaahhh!" she yelled, rocking her cunt over his fucker. "Come on, mini-cock, show us what you can do with it! Did you please Tammy with it, did you?" She laughed and, in the other room, Tammy trembled with shame. "Wifey's being fucked by great big cocks," Darcie went on, rubbing the spur into Donald's thigh. "Think she'll want your mini-dick after that?" She laughed almost uncontrollably, her hips rocking on his helpless fucker.
Paulina laughed too, holding her little black dress up off Donald's face as she rubbed her hot cunt over his mouth. Her black-stockinged legs were spread wide as she rolled her steaming cunt around. The top of her dress was open and she rubbed her tits as she got her suck.
"Do it, fucker, do it!" she demanded, rolling her nipples, pressing her cunt down harder on Donald's mouth. "Suck, you shit-faced dick-head!" She leaned down, gripping Donald's hair, rocking on him harder, pressing down on his face until he groaned with pain. 'You cockroach!" She rolled forward, pushing her cunt away from his mouth. "Lick my ass, shit-head! Come on, lick your mistress's ass, you sticky little scum-bag!"
Donald screamed into Paulina's ass as he surrendered. But it didn't stop the terrible blonde from digging the spur into his chest and running the points agonizingly across his nipples. He yelled and screamed, jerking up off the floor, trying to please his mistress.
"Shit!" Darcie yelled, rolling her cunt on Donald's cock. "This shit-bag couldn't fuck his way out of a brothel." She rocked and pushed, yelling at Donald to do better.
"Hey, you guys!" Paulina cried. She got up off Donald's face, strolling past Carla, giving her a pat on the cheek as she went. "You guys gotta get in here and give us some decent cock. This fucker's useless, and I don't like to be sucked all night." She stood with her legs spread, sliding her little black dress up her thighs. Her pussy-hair was slicked down and she played with her cunt, teasing the three men. "Come on, guys. We could have some fun."
"Hey, you!" Michael called to Tammy. "Get up and come here."
Tammy struggled to her feet, taking hold of the chain from the collar and holding it out of the way as she went to her tormentor. She tried not to look at her husband, still trapped on the floor, trying to fuck Darcie to satisfaction. His eyes were closed with his suffering, and he moaned constantly.
"Fuck, she looks good," Paulina said as she came up to the shivering wife, running her hands over Tammy's heaving tits.
She twisted Tammy's nipple and Tammy shuddered, moaning with the rush of pain and passion.
"Wow," Paulina chuckled, "Look at the cunt go!"
Tammy trembled as the men laughed knowingly. "Please, I have to go to the bathroom," she whispered.
There was a massive burst of laughter at that.
"Yeah, right, babe-that great bathroom of yours, you bet," Noel said and picked up
Tammy's chain.
"Funny," Paulina said thoughtfully, running her hand over Tammy's tits. "I feel like a piss, too."
"Well, let's all have a piss," Noel laughed. "Come on."
He jerked the chain and Tammy realized that she would have to piss in front of them all. Trembling shame rushed over her, but her bladder was so full she knew she'd have to give in soon. She staggered after Noel as he jerked the chain and led her into the massive bathroom.
It was Tammy's pride and joy, the thing that had impressed her most about the house. With the money Donald got, he'd had a massive tub put in with room for four. Not that he and Tammy ever had baths together, of course-that would be too much of an invitation to lust-but Tammy loved the long, luxurious baths she had alone. The bathroom was on two levels, and done out in pink-and-white tile, all of it. The toilet bowl was pink and so was just about everything else. There was even a sofa in there to relax on while she did her nails and things. There were three sets of mirrors, a shower and a vast mirrored make-up cabinet. The guilt that Tammy occasionally felt while lying around in there came back to haunt her with full force as Noel pulled her in.
"Fuck," Carla said, strolling past the trembling Tammy, "you sure look after yourself, you rich bitch. Look at this!" She wandered around and picked up some of Tammy's toilet things, laughing at them. "Piss-elegant bitch."
But then Tammy got a horrible shock.
Darcie and Paulina came in, leading Donald by a chain that jangled around his neck. His arms were still locked to the leather corset, and his ankles were lashed together so he shuffled and twisted as he walked, getting endless curses from Darcie as she dragged him along. His body was red all over with whip marks, the skin crimson with welts below the neck. His head was down and he blubbered like a baby, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
But it was his cock that made Tammy moan and hold her hand over her mouth. His prick was hard and swollen, swaying around as he walked, a tight leather set of thongs around the base of his prick and his balls. It looked incredibly painful and made Tammy sob with pity for him.
Noel snarled at her. "This is the dumb shit that wanted to sell you to us instead of paying money," he said. "You feel sorry for the shit-faced worm?"
"He is my husband," Tammy whispered.
"That's your problem," Noel said.
Tammy continued to stare at Donald's cock. Only now did she realize what a small prick
Donald had, compared to the massive pricks she'd had to take. Now, his cock seemed to be small, like the rest of him. like the soft swell of his white belly. Pathetic beside the rippling abdominal muscles of the men who'd raped and violated her. She trembled, not understanding why she felt so strange.
"Little wifey wants to take a piss," Michael said.
Noel pushed Tammy forward.
Tammy had almost steeled herself to the horror of having them all look at her, but what actually happened made her weak with sick feelings deep in her guts.
"On the floor, sucker," Darcie said and pushed Donald to his knees. "On your back, fuck-face!"
Donald obeyed, cringing with terror. Darcie stood over him, the curling whip in one hand, the spur in the other.
"Cost a lot of cash, did this place?" Darcie demanded, her legs spread around Donald's face.
"Yes mistress, yes," Donald said weakly.
"Send us money so we can do the work of the Lawd!" Darcie taunted him. "Fuck, you only do that good ole-boy accent when you preach. You're a real shit." She turned and grinned at Tammy. "You gotta take a piss, honey?"
"Yes, yes, please," Tammy gasped. "Lemme show you how you do it," Darcie laughed.
Donald gave a scream as the terrible blonde dominatrix squatted, her cunt and ass right over his face.
"Move, shit-face, and you'll be sorry," Darcie warned, running the whip handle over Donald's face.
He whimpered and lay still, his eyes staring up at Darcie's open cuntal lips.
"Come here, honey," Darcie said.
Paulina jerked on the chain, and Tammy staggered. The curly-haired blonde forced Tammy down to her knees, close to Donald's head and Darcie's waiting cunt. Tammy wept, looking along the perfect pattern of pink-and-white tile that covered the bathroom floor up to the small area of carpet around the sofa.
"Open my pussy-lips," Darcie said. "Come on, get your fingers in there."
"Please, no, please, don't make meaaaghghhh!"
Tammy staggered forward as Paulina rammed the whip handle into her ass. The thick plaited leather rod fucked into her ass, and she only just stopped herself from falling onto Darcie's squatting body.
"Do as you're told, cunt!" Paulina yelled, gripping Tammy's hair and pulling her head back as she forced the suffering preacher's wife forward with a knee in her back and the scraping whip handle in her ass.
Tammy screamed and shivered. The dry whip in her ass was beginning to get lubricated with the cum still running there, but it was still painful. But it was the sight of the men-Michael and Luis sitting on the sofa, Noel sitting on the raised tiled platform around the bath-that was even worse. They were there to enjoy her terrible degradation.
"Do it!" Paulina snapped.
Tammy gave in. She reached out and put her fingers to the wet lips of Darcie's throbbing pussy. Darcie's cunt-flesh was hot as she pulled the outer pussy-lips back, showing the deep red of Darcie's clit and cuntal slit. Tammy closed her eyes, shaking at the terrible horror she was being forced into.
But Darcie hadn't quite finished with Donald yet. She rubbed her whip handle over his mouth, grinning at him. "Open wide for mommy," she taunted.
Donald obeyed, opening his mouth so that Darcie could slide the whip handle between his teeth. She held it there, swaying her hot cunt over his face.
"Ever drank piss?" she chuckled.
Donald's eyes were closed in horror as he shook his head.
Tammy felt a trickle of warm liquid running over her fingers and trembled. Her eyes opened in a flash, and she saw the stream of Darcie's piss running right down over Donald's face. He couldn't close his mouth because of the whip handle, and the amber stream of piss ran in. He gagged, almost throwing up before he jerked and swallowed her warm piss.
"That's a good boy," Darcie purred, pissing harder, her hot yellow piss running over his face and onto the bathroom tiles. It was running close to Tammy's crouching knees, but she dared not move, particularly with Paulina's knee in her back and the whip handle still churning in her ass-guts. She held onto Darcie's pussy-lips, feeling the piss running over her fingers.
"Good boy! Drink it all down from mommy," Darcie teased, pissing wildly, her thighs spread on either side of Donald's head, her legs rocking slightly in the high-heeled boots. "Yesss, now isn't that nice?" Abruptly her stream of piss stopped, and she pulled the whip handle out of Donald's mouth. "Now, tell mommy how nice that was."
"Yes, yes, mistress, that was nice!" Donald moaned, his head twisting, his body shaking. He looked as if he were going to throw up.
"Tell mommy how you'd like to have mommy do that to you again," Darcie said.
"Yes, yes, mistress, I'd like to," Donald moaned pathetically.
"And now it's wify's turn to piss on your face," Darcie said. "It's what you deserve, isn't it?"
"Yes, mistress, yes!" Donald sobbed.
"Good," Darcie purred. "Come on, wify."
Tammy sobbed louder than ever as Darcie got up and stepped away from Donald's face. Donald stared at her with beseeching eyes, as if Tammy wasn't as helpless as he was.
Paulina twisted the whip handle in Tammy's ass. "Go on, bitch. But this stays in, got that?"
"Yes, yes!" Tammy moaned as she started to crawl over Donald's face.
The piss was running all over the tiled floor, and there would be a lot more of it soon. Tammy's bladder was straining to let go. On top of that, the pressure of the whip handle in her ass was making it even worse. Her stockings got wet in the still-warm piss and her slip was so torn in places that strips of it dragged in the amber liquid.
In a haze of horror, Tammy squatted over her husband's face, her eyes staring down at his wriggling feet and bound cock, her high heels almost slipping in the piss on the tiles. She moaned as Paulina rammed the whip handle deeper in her ass.
"That's right," Paulina said. "Now piss on the fucker."
Tammy sobbed, seeing the rest of the men gathered around in her wonderful bathroom, waiting for her to obey. Carla was rubbing Michael's and Luis's cocks as she sat between them. The little whore didn't want to miss a moment of Tammy's humiliation.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped, standing astride Donald's body, her pussy inches from Tammy's mouth under the tight black dress. "Piss on the fucker's face!"
"I can't, I can't!" Tammy sobbed, her bladder aching for release. The chain jangled between her knees as she wept, and the remaining hem of her slip flicked around her thighs.
Darcie took the spur and ran it over Tammy's heaving tits slowly, rolling the wheel lightly, pushing the torn slip aside as she went. "Piss, or else," she warned.
The spur rolled over Tammy's nipple, the metal teeth biting harder into her tit-flesh. She trembled, staring up at the terrible dominatrix, her bladder straining to piss. Yet she was horrified at the thought of doing such a thing in front of all her tormentors.
Darcie eased her skirt up, spreading her thighs wider, dragging the spur harder on Tammy's tits.
"Piss and suck cunt, bitch," she ordered. "And if you don't, I'll hang you up by your wrists and whip you over his fucking face until you do. Then I'll punish you. Got that?"
She dug the spur over Tammy's tits, making the helpless wife shudder and moan.
It was more than the pain. There was something about Darcie that reduced Tammy to shivering helplessness. It wasn't the same as her submission to the men, but it was as powerful. Her head spun and she leaned in, running her mouth over Darcie's thigh, moving closer to the open gash of her cunt.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped, and Paulina twisted the whip handle in Tammy's ass.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Tammy wept and heard Donald moan beneath her. She licked along the slit of Darcie's pussy.
Darcie put her whip handle at the back of Tammy's neck, holding the weeping woman's mouth to her pussy. Then she rolled the spur over Tammy's neck, digging it in just a little.
Tammy choked as the rolling wheel of the spur dug into her throat, the pressure increasing as she tried to jerk back against the whip handle. But Darcie was much stronger than she was and held her easily, forcing her cunt over Tammy's mouth with each movement. The hem of Darcie's leather dress rubbed against the bridge of Tammy's nose as she sucked at the blonde's pussy, her head spinning wildly.
"Piss!" Darcie snapped.
And Tammy's bladder-gave way.
She moaned as the stream of hot piss washed out of her bladder and all over Donald's face. At least, he didn't have the whip handle in his mouth now and could avoid swallowing most of it, but there was a lot of piss and it gushed out hot and strong. Tammy's pent up stream of piss splashed over Donald's face, and he bubbled and gasped for air as it washed over him and onto the tiled floor. He struggled and jerked, but he knew better than to move. He had whip marks all over his body to remind him. So he lay there, weeping and gasping while his wife took one of the longest pisses of her life.
Tammy sucked at Darcie's cunt, her bladder aching as it emptied. Her soft mouth moved over Darcie's pussy, licking and sucking, tasting the hot juices that flowed from Darcie's tight cunt.
Darcie chuckled and held Tammy tightly to her cunt with the whip handle, though she dropped the spur away, letting the suffering little wife do her best.
And Tammy was doing well. Her mouth sucked at Darcie's hot cuntal slit, and almost immediately the dominatrix was moaning in arousal. She swayed her cunt against Tammy's mouth, her pussy throbbing and jerking.
A strange, building passion had started in Tammy. The release of her piss was letting her body relax, and the churning of the whip handle in her ass was arousing her, rasping over her sensitive ass-walls, making them shudder with rising excitement.
As if in a dream, she slid her hands up, under Darcie's leather dress, holding the blonde's ass, pulling the hot rank cunt closer to his mouth. Her ass started to jerk to demands of her own, fucking up and down the whip handle as she pissed and sucked at Darcie's pussy. Warmth ran all over her body as the stream of piss ran off Donald's face and over the floor. Tammy sucked at the hot cuntal flesh, running her tongue deep into the cunt-crack, flicking it over the hard clit-bud and into the hot opening of Darcie's fuck-hole. Her thighs started to spread as the stream of piss finally gave out, and her cunt came down closer and closer to Donald's face.
"Suck her, fucker!" Paulina yelled, churning the whip handle deep in Tammy's ass.
Donald had to crane his neck at an almost impossible angle to lick his wife's cunt without getting in the way of the whip handle. He just managed it, licking his tongue over the wet gash of Tammy's pussy.
Tammy shuddered and came in a low, building spasm, the whip churning in her ass-guts, Donald's busy tongue running over her clit. She moaned, her knees in the torn stockings sliding a little on the piss-slick tile. With her head spinning, she pulled Darcie's pussy harder onto her mouth and sucked the hot clit between her teeth, biting and sucking on it as she came in spasms of climax that horrified her with their force.
Darcie gave a gasp, pushing on the whip handle, her pussy throbbing and jerking on Tammy's mouth.
"Yesss, yessss!" she screamed. "This one is gonna be good! Yesss, bitch, yesssss!" She came in a shudder of climax, screaming and wailing, her pussy spread wide, her hand holding onto the back of Tammy's neck. "Fuuuuck, suuuuck meeeeee!"
Tammy shook and rocked, her cunt heaving up and down, unable to fully slam her cunt down on Donald's mouth for the whip handle up her ass. She sucked and bit at Darcie's clit, the hot spasms of her own orgasm making her hot mouth work even harder.
"Yes, uurrrghgh!" Darcie screamed, climaxing and moaning as she held Tammy's mouth to her cunt.
Then she relaxed and pulled away, staring down at Tammy, who was still impaled on the whip handle and enjoying the rasping of Donald's helpless tongue on her clit.
"Not bad, whore," Darcie commented. "You might get somewhere."
Tammy moaned as the shivers of orgasm continued to twitch and roll over her. Her ass slid up and down the whip handle and her clit shivered to the pulse of Donald's tongue.
"I bet you guys need to piss too," Darcie said, standing in front of the men, who were sitting on the sofa.