Chapter 4
"Oh, no, please, no!" Lysa sobbed. Her face was smeared all over with cum and Joanie's pussy juices, and her tears rolled through it all and added to the mess. "Please let me go, please!"
With a brutal heave, Brad pulled the rope through the pulley and Lysa was back up, hanging by her arms, her legs still spread and lashed to the ring bolts.
"Now," Joanie said, parading around the helpless girl, "which of these wonderful men would you want to beg to take those jeans of yours off?"
She came around to face Lysa, and Lysa couldn't help noticing that she had clipped the bottom of her teddy back together again. It kept the lines of her wonderful slim figure perfectly outlined and somehow added to Joanie's menace.
Lysa moaned. They were all there, standing or sitting around, watching her terrible degradation. All the men's cocks had just shot cum, but they were all hard once more as the men took in the beautiful, helpless young blonde, her arms straining on the ropes.
"No," Lysa whispered. "No, not that, please!"
"Which one, little girl?" Joanie asked softly. She took a cane and slid it very gently over Lysa's nipples, drawing the thin wooden rod across and back until Lysa was crying in terrible anticipation.
"No, don't make me do that, please!" Lysa gasped.
The cane swung up and lashed into her nipples, driving her tits up and then down on her chest.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!" Lysa shrieked, heaving, her whole body twitching with plain.
"Which one?" Joanie asked softly.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Lysa moaned.
Suddenly Joanie swung around behind Lysa. Lysa screamed and tried to turn her head to see what she was doing, but the pain erupted from the tops of her thighs as Joanie whipped her with short, hard strokes. so
"Aaaaghhhhh! Oh, shit, stop!" Lysa yelled.
"Which one?" Joanie asked.
She kept the beating up, swinging the cane into the top of one of Lysa's milky thighs and then the other, just below the bottom of her jeans. Soon the red glow reached halfway down Lysa's thighs.
"Aaaggghhhh! Don't, don't do it, stop!" Lysa shrieked. Her legs trembled as she desperately tried to escape the agony of the cane.
"Which one, you stupid little whore?" Joanie asked, and the cane lashed into Lysa with renewed fury.
"Any of them, any of them!" Lysa screamed as the pain broke her will to resist.
"Make up your mind, slut," Joanie snarled, lashing Lysa harder. "Fuck, we give you a choice, and you can't make it."
"Johnnie, Johnnie, Johnnie!" Lysa screamed. "Let him do it."
Lysa hung there sobbing as Randy came forward with a great grin and undid her ankles. With a moan, almost of relief, Lysa managed to take most of her weight on her feet. But the relief was short-lived. There, smiling nastily, was Johnnie, his hands running over her flat stomach.
"Shall I get rid of the rest of this top, my dear? he asked smoothly. "It's only getting in the way."
His hands snaked up to her tits and caressed them as Lysa gasped and sobbed. She knew what would happen if she refused.
"Yes," she muttered.
"Yes what, my dear?" Johnnie asked as his fingers tightened menacingly over her nipples.
"Aaaaaahhh! Yes, take my top off!" Lysa screamed.
"Please," added Johnnie, and his fingers tightened even more.
"Please, please take my top off!" begged Lysa, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"That's better. You must ask me each time," said Johnnie. "I'd hate to do anything you didn't want, my dear."
His hands went to the tattered remains of her tank top and tore it off each shoulder with contemptuous ease. He tossed the torn material on the floor and slid his hands back down Lysa's body, following the luscious curves of her waist and then sliding in until he held the top button of her cut-off jeans.
"Shall I undo this?"
"Oh yes, yes, please!" Lysa sobbed, her face going red with shame.
"That's a good little girl," said Johnnie, and the button popped open. His fingers took the top of the zipper. "What about this?"
"Oh please, unzip it, please."
Slowly, Johnnie slid the zipper down until it reached the bottom. The jeans were now open enough to show the top of Lysa's tight black panties. She looked down and sobbed with more shame.
With great care, Johnnie slid his hands inside the top of the jeans and worked them around Lysa's waist until they were down over her ass. "Well?"
"Pull them off, please," Lysa sobbed.
"Now that's a good little girl," Johnnie whispered as he worked the tight jeans over Lysa's swelling ass and then slid them, inch by humiliating inch, down her wonderful legs.
"Sheeit," murmured Randy, "she's fuckin' unbelievable!"
"Not bad, not bad," Johnnie said as he slid the pants to Lysa's ankles and Lysa stepped out of them without having to be told.
"Yeahhhh," Randy said, "that's a real fuck-whore, all right."
Lysa certainly presented a wonderful picture for them all, hanging there with nothing on but her tiny, semi-transparent panties. The blonde curls of her pussy could be clearly seen, and she sobbed with bitter shame.
"Open your legs, my dear," Johnnie said softly.
Terrified of more pain, Lysa did as she was told. Gently Johnnie ran his fingers over the tight stretch of her panties, running around from her ass to the curve of her pussy. There his fingers lingered, playing with the girl's clit, rubbing it back and forth until Lysa wept with more shame.
"Oh, yeahhhh," Johnnie said. "That's real nice."
"Come on," said Brad. "She has to get what Elizabeth got."
"Oh, no!" Lysa shrieked. "I did what you said, no, not that! No!"
The ropes were taken down and Lysa fell to the floor where she crouched, trying to slide away from the hands that grabbed her. Randy and Brad picked her up effortlessly, ignoring her screams and protests. She was taken to the apparatus and forced, face down, over it until her waist was held tightly against the padded bar.
"Oh, God, no!" Lysa screamed as they took her ankles and lashed them again, forcing her legs wide open. "Stop it, stop!"
But Brad forced his hand into her back and she fell forward, only the bar holding her up as her face bounced close to the carpet. Lysa sobbed as Anne took her wrists and pulled her arms out until they were stretched painfully and all her weight was on the bar. Anne quickly bound her wrists to two more ring bolts. Staring between her legs, Lysa could see the bindings on her widely spread ankles.
Brad took a ratchet on the side of the apparatus and cranked it, forcing the bar up, into Lysa's waist until she was moaning with the extra pressure on her body.
They left her there and admired the sight of the utterly helpless girl.
"Let me go, please," Lysa sobbed. "If you have any pity, let me go."
"Pity?" asked Joanie, sliding the thin cane across Lysa's stretched ass cheeks. "Sorry, bitch, wrong place for that."
With her jeans gone, there were only her panties between the cane and her ass flesh-and Lysa knew they would be no protection at all.
"And now, bitch," Randy said with an enormous shit-eating grin on his face, "you get to give me a blow-job."
Lysa saw his big thick cock, bouncing from his loins as he slid to the floor and worked his way under her face. He held her hair and pulled her face up until her neck strained and she stared into his mocking eyes. Below her mouth, his stiff fucker bobbed less than two inches away. Lysa could smell the horrible odor of a man. It was sickening. She gagged and wished she were dead.
"I'm gonna let you suck me when I'm real sure you can't live without it," Randy said. "So beg me real good, cunt."
"Oh please!" Lysa sobbed.
Between her painfully pulled legs, she saw Brad push Elizabeth down, over the side of the sofa until he could get up behind his daughter. He yanked the panties down her legs and threw them aside. Then he pushed her legs apart and fucked his cock into her young cunt.
Elizabeth gasped as his prick filled her pussy. Her hips thrust back and she supported herself on her elbows, burying her face in the pillows. She moaned softly as her father fucked her with long slow cock-strokes and watched the drama unfolding on the bar.
"So," Joanie said, "you were found watching a porno movie this morning."
"I didn't want to," Lysa said, thinking it was her last chance to avoid the agony of a beating. "I thought I had to. I hate them. I didn't want to, honest."
"What?" asked Joanie, and the cane stroked across Lysa's ass cheeks. "You don't like them?"
"No, no, honestly," Lysa said frantically, "I hate them."
She looked up between her legs again and saw that Johnnie stood behind his wife, his hands slowly running over her tits as she stroked the cane across Lysa's ass.
"That's even worse," said Joanie, sounding shocked. "We shall have to teach you to like porno movies. I mean, all our men loved to be sucked off while they watch them, so you have to love them, too. Understand?"
Lysa sobbed as she realized how she was being deceived again and again.
"I said, understand?" snapped Joanie, and the cane whistled through the air and cut into Lysa's ass.
"Aaaaaaaggghhh!" Lysa screamed, her body bucking on the bar in the incredible agony. "Yes, yes, I understand! Honest, I understand!"
She tried to nod her head, but Randy had a tight grip in her hair and she couldn't move. She saw Johnnie slide the teddy off Joanie's tits and caress them as she raised the cane and lined it up again on her ass. She hated Joanie with a passion-hated her wonderful legs, her sum waist, smooth skin and thrusting, small, pert tits. She stared at the cane as it went up and then beat down, slashing another red line into her ass cheeks.
Lysa screamed as her ass exploded with endless agony. Dimly, she saw Johnnie sliding his cock up and down the crack of Joanie's ass while his hands slid over her tits. The agony erupted again, and Lysa was screaming and crying with the terrible pain and humiliation.
"Here you do exactly as you're told," Joanie said as the cane rose and fell, lashing deep crimson lines into Lysa's ass cheeks. "Whatever we choose to do to you, you say, yes, yes please. Got that?"
The pain burst all over Lysa's body as the cane slashed across her ass, up and down the stretched curves of flesh, never hitting exactly the same place twice.
"Aaaaaagghhhh!" Lysa screamed.
Her mouth bobbed close to Randy's cock. The tip of the swollen cockhead touched her lips and she almost fainted. The cane fell across her ass flesh with long hard strokes, adding thin red stripes at each terrible lashing. Her ass erupted endlessly with a deep searing agony. She screamed and moaned as her pulsing body shook.
"Ready to suck my cock?" hissed Randy. He was getting impatient. His stiff prick stuck out and seemed to swell with each stroke of the whip. "Come on, bitch. It doesn't stop until I come and you lick it all up. So, suck it, you stuck up little cunt." He gripped her blonde hair, but didn't force Lysa down to his rampant prick. He just held her mouth inches from his swollen, purplish cockhead and grinned at her. "Beg me, cunt."
Lysa shrieked. Behind her, Johnnie had undone Joanie's teddy again and was sliding his cock deeper into the crack of her ass with each stroke she gave. As she whipped Lysa, Joanie moaned and her mouth worked slowly as she ran her tongue over her lips and worked her tight ass against her husband's cock. His hands caressed her tits, almost holding her up as she lashed the helpless girl on the bar.
Lysa's body erupted with agony as the cane slowly worked its way up and down her ass, each stroke jerking her into the bar, making the metal parts rattle. She couldn't take anymore, but how could she suck such a disgusting thing as a man's cock? He pissed out of that tiny slit, and this time all that cum would pour out and into her mouth. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't!
"Ohhh, help!" Lysa screamed. "Help!"
She looked to Elizabeth, but her face was buried in the sofa cushions as her father rammed her hips with each deep fucking he gave her. At the other end of the sofa, propped up on the pillows, Anne leaned back, running the head of a massive vibrator into her pussy as she watched Lysa get whipped. With each stroke of the cane, Anne rammed the vibrator in, then eased it out, gasping and groaning with lust until Joanie's arm lashed down again and Anne could fuck herself deeply with the rubber cock. There was no help anywhere for Lysa.
"Suck it, suck it!" Randy demanded.
He was getting desperate, but he still wouldn't force her. His grip on her hair tightened even more, but Lysa hardly felt that pain at all. All she knew was the endless, searing, biting agony surging out of her ass.
The cane bit another vicious line of pain into her flesh and she almost passed out. She stared at the cock.
"Lick it, you fuckin' whore!" Randy demanded.
Lysa flicked out her tongue and licked the tip of the swollen cock. It wasn't so bad. The cock was hard and warm and the flesh jumped as she touched it.
"Now put your mouth over it!" snarled Randy, his cock leaping in anticipation.
After the first lick, it was an easy path down for Lysa. With a moan of dreadful surrender, she sank her lips over the massive cockhead and let Randy slip it up into her mouth and fuck it as he wanted.
"Lick it, suck it, bitch!" Randy roared, ramming Lysa's mouth deeper onto his cock.
Lysa's scream was lost in the thick flesh of Randy's fucker as it rammed to the back of her throat and threatened to gag her. With long yells of lust, Randy fucked his stiff cockmeat up and down in Lysa's mouth, ramming farther and farther back with each stroke until Lysa was having a terrible time keeping herself from vomiting.
Her sight was almost blocked by the cock she was sucking, but she could still partly see the people who were enjoying her torture.
Johnnie was now fucking his cock right into Joanie's ass. With every beat of the cane, she thrust herself back on his cock and groaned with pleasure as it filled her tight little shitter. Her long legs were spread, bouncing slightly in the spiked heels. Johnnie held his wife and let her ram his cock in and out as she wanted. His hands caressed her tits, rolling the tall blonde's nipples in time to the whipping she was giving.
On the sofa, Elizabeth was groaning and struggling. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
Her ass jerked back at him as his cock fucked in and out of her pussy. Brad grunted and fucked at her harder and harder.
"You're in for it if you don't bring me off, too!" he snarled.
"Ohhhh, come, please, Daddy-come up cunt, please!" Elizabeth begged as the first shakings of orgasm consumed her. She shrieked with lust, fucking her cunt over the rock-hard surface of Brad's cock faster and harder until her hips blurred and her head flew back as her pussy spasmed and sucked at the fucker deep in her body. "Ohhhh, come, Daddy-come, please, come!"
But Brad held her where she was and let her fuck herself out. His grin got wider as he forced his daughter deeper into the humiliation of trying to make him shoot.
On the other end of the sofa, Anne rammed the vibrator right into her cunt and held it there as she watched her daughter's rape and Lysa's helpless cock-sucking. Her fingers rolled over her cunt as the climaxes broke over her body and exploded in long hard bursts of satisfaction. She grinned at her husband.
"Hold off," she said. "I wanna go a long way tonight."
"Don't worry, honey," Brad grunted. "I'll fuck this little whore out and hold it all in. I'm having that cunt on the bar next."
Elizabeth moaned as she realized her father wasn't going to shoot in her pussy. She did the best she could, sobbing and gasping as she fucked him as hard as she could, but finally she fell, exhausted, across the sofa and wept as he slipped his rock-hard prick out of her pussy. He walked over and leaned down to her.
"I'll get you later, cunt," he promised.
Elizabeth sobbed and buried her face in the sofa.
Horrible things were happening to Lysa. The cane lashed her ass, on and on, but the pain was changing. A strange, deep longing spread with it, something Lysa didn't understand. The pain in her ass mingled with the longing until the longing began to take over. Her body started to pulse to the beat of the cane, her ass lunging up to take it without her being really aware of it. Tears rolled down her face and into Randy's cock hair as she swallowed his massive prick.
The cock rammed into the entrance to her throat, but she wasn't gagging any longer. In fact, her throat opened to take it, and her head lunged down to get more.
"Fuuuck!" Randy yelled. "She's swallowing my fuckin' cock! Look at her, just fuckin' look at her!"
It was true. Lysa's head lunged down until her lips closed around the base of the cock. Her throat spasmed, sucking at the massive cockmeat as her ass thrust upward and her screams of pain changed to deep, demanding screams of lust.
"Oooooooohhhh, shit, she's coming!" Joanie screamed.
The sight of the young girl climaxing on the bar sent Joanie's orgasm exploding through her. Yelling and moaning with lust, she whipped Lysa's ass faster and faster until the girl was leaping and screaming on the bar, her arms and legs stretched as tight as they would go.
"Jesus!" Johnnie yelled. "Take it up the ass, baby, take it up the ass!"
He leaned back as his cock erupted cum deep in Joanie's hot little shitter. The two of them heaved as Joanie's tight asshole spasmed on his prick. Joanie lashed Lysa's ass with each string of cum Johnnie a shot. He hung onto her as the hot jism poured out of his cock and coated the thrashing walls of her ass guts. Cum soon rolled down the backs of Joanie's thighs as she flung the last strokes of the whip into Lysa's ass flesh.
Randy was coming again.
"Fuuuck!" he yelled. "Oh, whip the shit outa her-go on, Joanie, I'm gonna shoot!" He rammed his cock even harder in and his hips beat a tattoo on the carpet as he fucked Lysa's mouth. Hot fuck-juice poured out of his piss slit and into Lysa's mouth. "Ohhh, fuck! What a come!"
For Lysa, the whole world was exploding. The thick creamy cum poured into her mouth and deep into her throat as she swallowed and felt gobs of it running over her tongue. Her ass thrust for the cane, harder and harder. Cum filled her cheeks and squeezed out of her lips, and she found to her horror that she was salivating for it, rolling his cum around her mouth to make sure she tasted every little bit before she swallowed. Screaming incoherent demands around the youth's cockmeat, she sucked him until Randy gave a last roar and fell back on the carpet, his cock dribbling the last of his jism.
As he did that, the final peak of Lysa's eruption broke. Her ass collapsed across the bar and she lay there, moaning as a deep, horrible satisfaction spread all over her.
Joanie lay back on her husband's stiff cock as it let out the last of his cum.
'Tuck, honey," she whispered. "That was somethin' else."
Brad came up to Lysa where she lay across the bar. She was becoming dimly aware that her arms and legs ached as much as her ass, which still boiled with the pain of the whipping.
"Well, cunt," said Brad, his cock still partially hard and throbbing slightly from the fucking he had given Elizabeth, "so you came, huh? We'll have to find out what else makes you come, won't we?"