Chapter 6
Lysa felt them untying her wrist and ankle straps. She moaned and fell off the bar and onto the floor. She groaned as her sore ass hit the rug. She rolled onto her stomach and rubbed the beaten flesh, ignoring the ache that spread all over her body from the endless time she had been bent double over the terrible bar. As the circulation returned to her hands and feet, the pain got worse, and she moaned as she rubbed her body, trying to soothe her beaten flesh.
The men were all fucked out, their cocks limp, but Lysa was sure that wouldn't last long. She stared with hatred at them as they leaned back on the sofa, drinking the beers Elizabeth brought for them.
Anne sprawled on a chair, lazily smoking a cigarette. Joanie lay on the carpet with her head on a pillow and a smile on her face, while Elizabeth, still occasionally rubbing her own ass, went in and out of the kitchen, getting them anything they wanted. She still had her slip on, torn and stained with cum, but it covered her pussy and swung suggestively whenever she walked.
Slowly, Lysa began to feel better, apart from the lingering pain of the whip. She caressed her whipped ass and tits, gently squeezing her flesh as she rubbed. Bits of drying cum rolled in her fingers, but she ignored it. The caressing made her feel sleepy and sensual until, to her amazement and horror, she found herself getting turned on.
Carefully watching the others to make sure they weren't noticing her, she rolled her nipples and rubbed her ass cheeks until she was moaning in passion and giving herself away.
"Hell, look," Brad said suddenly. "The little cunt's getting hot again. Take her and get her washed, girls, will ya? Cum all over her."
Guiltily, Lysa stopped, but they all chuckled as they looked at the young blonde lying naked against the wall.
"So you want me to get her ready for you to fuck her?" Anne said nastily.
"You got it," Brad said. "And turn on those movies while you're at it. I ain't seen 'em yet."
"Anything else, shit-face?" Anne asked as she got up and went over to Lysa.
"I'll let you know," growled Brad. "Any more of that and you'll be over the fuckin' bar."
"You ain't got the strength left, fucker," Anne said as she leaned down and grabbed Lysa by the hair. "You been so fuckin' horny to get this bitch, you ain't got nothin' left."
"Try me, whore!" roared Brad.
"Get up," Anne said, hauling Lysa up by a handful of hair. "Hey, gimme a hand, Joanie, will
Joanie grinned sleepily. "Sure, she's got a lot of work to do yet." With lazy grace, she got to her feet and came over to the two of them. "Come here, bitch."
"Oh please, don't hurt me!" wailed Lysa. "I'll do as you say!"
"I fuckin' well hope so," Joanie said smoothly. She picked up the thin cane. "I hope so."
Lysa cringed.
Anne switched the television on.
"There, fuck-face," she said to Brad. "Get your cock hard on this one."
As the two women dragged Lysa out of the room, she saw that the movie was the schoolgirl one she had seen that afternoon.
"Take a shower," said Joanie.
She let go of Lysa and the girl stumbled into the stall. Joanie and Anne lounged around, both smoking cigarettes as they waited.
The hot water was wonderful against Lysa's whipped skin. She stood there, letting it run down her body, washing off the scum and blood that signaled the end of her virginity.
"Hurry up, cunt!" Anne yelled.
Lysa hurriedly washed herself and came out, standing there wet and rapidly getting cold.
"Dry yourself," Anne said.
And Lysa hurried over, taking a towel and wrapping it around her shaking body.
"Fuck," said Joanie, coming forward and surveying Lysa. "She looks like shit-look at her hair."
"So fuckin' what?" said Anne. "Brad can put up with it." She tossed her cigarette into the wash basin. "He's been going on about her for days." She came up to Lysa and the whipped girl shrank back. "Come on, you got a date with some more cocks."
She took Lysa's arm and pulled her out of the bathroom. Lysa looked back and saw Joanie shrug as she turned to the mirror and examined herself, making sure that her teddy still fit right.
"Welllll," Brad said as Lysa was pushed back in, "now for some fun."
The three men were sitting on the sofa, watching the movie. The schoolgirl was bent over the desk, getting her ass whipped while another schoolgirl sucked the master's long cock.
Lysa found her breathing was difficult as she watched. The screams and moans were making her feel very strange, and her insides were fluttering. She looked over and suddenly felt some pity for Elizabeth. She was on her knees, sucking her father's thick hard cock while she slowly rubbed the other two cock shafts. Her skillful fingers and mouth had already gotten the three men hard again as they watched the movie.
"Okay, girl," said Brad. "See that vibrator?" He pointed to a nine-inch monster sitting on the coffee table. "Stand there and stick it right up your cunt and strap it in."
Lysa gasped and shuddered.
Her legs trembled as she picked up the vibrator. It was warm and almost soft to her touch, but the shaft was more than hard enough to penetrate her pussy. Obediently, she went where she had been told to go. The groans and screams from the TV were louder now, and that caused her fluttering arousal to get worse. Her hands shook as she slowly put the tip of the vibrator down to her pussylips and hesitated, shaking from head to toe.
The screams from the set doubled, and Lysa glanced down at it. Cum was pouring out of the master's cock and all over the schoolgirl's face while his arm slashed the whip across the other girl's ass with incredible fury.
Lysa felt a surge of lust and shuddered at the disgust that caused in her.
"Turn it on," Brad snapped. "And get it up your cunt."
Lysa tried to turn the vibrator on. She had no idea what to do.
Anne took it from her, sliding the top around so fast Lysa still wasn't sure how to do it. "There!" she said.
Lysa took the pulsing vibrator and put it to the lips of her pussy. The pulsing cockhead sent shivers up her, and she felt her pussy juices running out and into her blonde curly cunt hair. She almost broke into tears.
She tightened her cunt up, trying to stop the surges of passion that erupted with the quivering touch of the vibrator. She pushed, but the cockhead wouldn't go in. She shifted it and tried again, but her pussy was so tight a finger wouldn't have gone up it.
"What's the matter, cunt?" Brad laughed as he lay back, his daughter's skillful tongue working on his cock.
"It won't go up me," Lysa said, tears running down her face.
"Bullshit!" Brad snapped. "Get it up you-or you know what happens!"
Lysa looked at the rest of them. All of them were looking at the video, where a stern mistress was examining the girls in her dormitory. Everything she found wrong resulted in the girl who had done it leaning over her bed, lifting her skirt and getting as many strokes of the whip as the mistress thought she needed. Joanie now sat on Johnnie's lap, his long prick fucking slowly up into her cunt as they watched.
Trembling, Lysa worked the vibrator at her cunt, but it still wouldn't go in.
"Get it up you," Brad said, getting up and advancing on the helpless girl.
Lysa found herself in the strangest state. Her ass tingled as she thought of getting whipped, and her tits ached. She wanted to rub her tits, squeeze them until the pain made her scream.
"Get it up you," said her menacing uncle.
His massive cock stuck out of the bushy hair between his legs, and Lysa got weak at the knees as she looked at it. Her pussy juices flowed. She tightened up to stop them and wept with the terrible conflict.
Brad went to a locked cupboard. He opened it and took out a whip with a long thin tail of plaited leather.
Lysa shook as she saw it, and her cunt tightened against the flow of her juices.
"Spread your legs," her uncle said. He swung the whip lazily around, cracking it behind him, making Lysa almost pass out at the sound. She opened her legs and waited, her hands trembling as much as the vibrator. "Put that thing on the TV."
Her fingers almost lost control as she placed the still-vibrating fuck-rod on the television and turned back to face Brad.
"Now I'm gonna show you how good I am," he said. "Hold your pussylips apart."
Lysa gasped and put her hands down to her cunt. She took her pussylips and spread them, holding the cunt flesh apart for him.
"Wider!"
Lysa moaned and pulled her aching pussy open even wider. She stood by the screen, her legs spread wide, her pussylips pulled back to expose the red button of her clit.
"You let go of your cunt and you'll be over that fuckin' bar again," Brad promised.
He swung the whip, flicking the tip close to her cunt until Lysa was damp with sweat and staring in horror at the thin leather tail as it flicked closer and closer.
The very tip of the whip cracked across her clit. The agony burst out with the force of a bomb, and Lysa shuddered from head to toe as she screamed and somehow held onto her pussylips. She watched him line it up again, the tip swinging in, lashing into her clit, sending the agony surging out until she choked with the effort of staying upright.
"Fuck, I'm good," bragged Brad, but he could prove it.
The whip cracked in again and again, just clip-ng between Lysa's trembling fingers and cutting deep red marks into her clit. Her screams of terror and pain rang out, drowning all the screams of the girls on the TV screen as they were whipped by the tyrannical mistress.
"Ohhhh God," gasped Lysa. "I'm sure I-I can get it up now, Uncle Brad! I'm sure!"
"You could get it up any time you wanted, whore!" he snapped. "So don't come on that crap with me. I'm gonna whip you because I like it, got that? Just because I like it!"
"Aaaagghhhhh! Ohhhh, no!" Lysa screamed as the whip cut deep into the flesh of her clit.
The agony seemed to be doubling each time, and the tiny area of her cunt he was hitting each time made the pain even worse. Her legs trembled so hard she almost lost her balance, yet she managed to keep standing and keep her pussy lips open. She looked at her uncle and saw his stiff cock bouncing at each blow.
"Shit," said Anne, swinging to her feet. "I'll ram it up her. You hit me and you're dead meat, fucker."
Brad grunted. His whole concentration was on Lysa's cunt. His cock heaved and swelled harder and longer with each beat of the leather, and he licked his lips to stop the drool from running down his chin. He looked as if he might shoot just from whipping Lysa.
Lysa shook from head to toe as she screamed. But the searing heat of the whip was also sending her shuddering with awful surges of desire. She couldn't help it. The whip drove her beyond any control.
And then Anne came up behind her.
"Oh, what? What?" Lysa yelled, trying to watch Anne and Brad at the same time.
Anne held straps in her hands and Lysa's terror increased. Anne grinned wickedly as she put one of the straps around Lysa's waist, tightening it until Lysa gasped and caught her breath.
Lysa screamed at the whip and then felt the tip of the vibrator at the entrance of her cunt again. It had straps attached, and they bounced and flicked against her legs. The vibrating shaft of the vibrator rumbled against her fingers as she desperately held her pussylips apart. The whip cracked in and she shrieked with the pain.
"Fuuuuuck," drawled Anne. "She's got a fuckin' river running out her cunt. Talk about a whore. Randy, get your sister's mouth off your cock and come here."
Randy grinned and came over, leaving Elizabeth crouched on the carpet, her fingers running over her own hungry cunt.
"What, Mom?" asked Randy.
"Get the rope."
"Oh no, not that!" Lysa moaned.
She felt Anne slip some straps over her pussylips, timing them with the beat of the whip. As she tightened them, Anne started ramming the vibrator into Lysa's hot spasming pussy, pulling on the straps as the whip snaked in to lash Lysa's throbbing clit.
"Aaaghhhh! Oh, fuck!" Lysa screamed.
Her fingers trembled as her legs shook and the massive vibrator slid harder into her wet fuck-hole.
Anne tightened the straps again, and now the ones between Lysa's legs were tightening against her fingers.
"Put your hands above your head!" snapped Anne.
Lysa hardly heard her. She was shaking with the first shocks of what she knew now was an orgasm. She was going to disgrace herself and come in full sight of her tormentors. She managed to get her hands up. Randy took them, slipped them into the noose of the rope and pulled it up until Lysa hung by her wrists again.
Brad lashed her clit, still popping the tip of the whip between Lysa's pussylips. Anne arranged the straps, sliding them over to each side until she yanked them tighter. Now they pressed each side of Lysa's pussy into her cuntal mound and out, so that her clit was still exposed. Anne grinned at her husband.
"Good enough for you, fucker?" she asked. She heaved on the straps and forced the vibrator right into Lysa's cunt to the hilt.
"Eeerrrrghhhh!" Lysa screamed as the throbbing prick thrust right up her fuck-hole and beat there.
Her legs were pulled wider open. Her clit was exposed by the tight leather bonds, and Brad lashed it with terrible precision. She rolled, hanging by her wrists from the bar, her whole body shaking.
"Ohhh fuck!" Johnnie yelled as he fucked his
SO cock into Joanie's willing little cunt. "She's coming again, the whore, look at her!"
His hips beat up frantically as Joanie gave great heaves of lust and came, running her hand down to her pussy, caressing herself and her husband's cock as it fucked in and out of her.
Lysa screamed as the climaxes broke over her body. Now each beat of the whip sent her screaming, desperate for more. She wanted the whip on her clit. It was what made her come, but she was desperately ashamed.
Her screams became guttural as her body heaved. Her legs spread wider, trembling, while her pussy thrust out for the whip in a display of utterly wanton, shameless lust.
"Oh, shit!" Brad gasped.
His arm flashed with the whip, and he kept Lysa soaring with growing passion for over a minute as her climaxes broke and surged over her.
"Yeahhhh!" Johnnie shouted.
He picked Joanie up on his cock, held her as his embedded cock jerked and spat thick ropes of cum into her pussy. His hands squeezed her tits and she leaned back against him, her own spasms of come fading as Johnnie unloaded another round of hot cum.
"Ooooooo, my poor dear!" Joanie crooned as Johnnie moaned and slipped back onto the sofa. "Did that nasty girl make you come? Ohhhh, what a shame!"
She slipped her pussy off his cock and knelt swiftly at his feet, taking his still-jumping cock in her fingers. Her wicked little tongue flicked over the hard surface, licking up his cum until it was clean. Still, she played with his prick, and Johnnie gave a groan of new arousal even as his cock subsided and went limp.
"No, no, dear," murmured Joanie. "You have to get it up again."
Her mouth closed on his cock and Johnnie lay back, watching the last moments of Lysa's orgasm.
With a final crack, Brad lashed the whip into Lysa, and she leaped on the ropes, her climax finally breaking, exploding in a thousand fragments as she collapsed and fell, hanging by her hands. She hung there, feeling utterly drained, but with the vibrator still churning in her cunt and Brad's cock coming closer. He had whipped her to exhaustion-and now he was going to fuck her. Lysa shuddered.