Horror For A Housewife
by Nathan Silvers 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners 
of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped heiress who 
joins forces with her abductors- all must act without past experience to 
guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar 
people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a positive 
or a negative experience. 

In this story, Charmaine Walker finds herself in just such a situation. Held 
captive by her tormentors, she not only meets their sexual demands but, to 
her horror, finds herself responding to them. Charmaine is forced to indulge 
in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by her own moral 
code. 

HORROR FOR A HOUSEWIFE- a shocking story of a young woman's reactions under 
tremendous stress. Yet who are we to judge her actions? 

--The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

The phone rang. Irritated, Charmaine reached for it. The last thing she 
wanted was to be interrupted in the middle of General Hospital. 

"Charmaine Walker?" said a woman's voice. 

"Yes?" 

"Your husband is away on a business trip?" 

"Yes," Charmaine said, "what is this, what are you..." 

"If you want to see what he's really doing, meet me outside the old Roxy 
Cinema at eight o'clock, the one on Main Street." 

"Just what do you-" the phone clicked off. 

Charmaine sat silently for a few moments, the television babbling away to 
itself. She was more angry at being interrupted than anything else. The 
weeks when Charlie was away were marvelous, nothing to bother her, and now 
this had happened. 

Then she got furious about what the woman said. Charlie, out with some cheap 
hooker, she knew it. It didn't surprise her. He was always after sex, night 
after night wanting her to give him it. Even wanting her to do disgusting 
things like blow jobs. It would be just like him. She could see it now. The 
woman would take her to some cheap motel, and there he'd be, in bed with a 
dyed, decaying blonde whore. 

She muttered, got up off the sofa, and switched off the television. 

"That fucking jerk!" she snapped to the room. Betrayed by her husband. She 
went into the kitchen to get herself a drink. 

She was on her second gin and tonic when she began to see the other side of 
the problem. She'd wanted to get a divorce for long enough and now was the 
perfect chance. And she would be free to go hunting again. That was where 
she'd tripped up in the first place. She still wasn't sure where she'd gone 
wrong with Charlie. Somehow she'd agreed to marry him. Stupid, but here was 
the way out. 

The more she thought about it, the better it got. Charlie had always lusted 
after her, so she would ram it in his face. She'd turn up in her sexiest 
outfit. And he'd lust for her as she threw it in his face and left. Perfect. 
She smiled to herself and went to get ready. 

She showered, washing her luxuriant blonde hair. That was the first thing 
men usually fell for, as it cascaded in soft curls well below her shoulders. 
Then there was her beautiful, sultry face. The wide fawn-colored eyes, the 
straight nose, the soft, pouting lips. Charmaine used them all to get what 
she wanted, and she'd been very successful at it. 

She dressed carefully. Charlie always liked her in black, and that seemed 
appropriate. So she put on black, mesh stockings and five-inch heels to 
match. Charlie always lusted over her legs in those. The lacy black 
suspender belt held the stockings. It was a pity he wouldn't see that, but 
he'd know it was there. Black matching bra and panty set, with her favorite 
low-cut slip. Her short, flared black dress was next. It was high at the 
neck, but didn't even reach her knees. The best part about it was the zipper 
that ran right down the front. That never failed to get men excited. If she 
tossed her hips, she could make the dress swirl to reveal a hint of her 
stocking tops. As a final touch, she took her elbow-length black gloves and 
her black purse. 

She examined herself in the mirror. She looked just right for the part of 
betrayed wife. This was going to be wonderful. 

She took a taxi and was outside the Roxy a little early. It was a busy part 
of town, people passing all the time as she waited. She was working herself 
up into even more of a fury. Charlie was going to pay! 

A car slid up and a woman leaned out. "Charmaine?" 

Charmaine walked around and climbed into the car. 

"Hi," the woman said. "I'm Lucy, I wasn't sure you'd turn up." 

Charmaine leaned back against the seat. The car took off, swinging fast 
through the traffic. 

"Why are you doing this for me?" Charmaine asked, turning to look at Lucy. 

"That's my business." 

One of Charlie's rejected whores, Charmaine thought. Well, Lucy was 
certainly good looking enough. She had to be about Charmaine's age, mid to 
late twenties. A brunette, her hair was not as curly or flowing as 
Charmaine's, but as long. She was dressed in a dark coat, so Charmaine 
couldn't see too much of her. 

The drive took quite a long time, out on the interstate for twenty miles or 
so before Lucy pulled off and headed down a small, winding country road. A 
few miles along that, she pulled sharply off to a winding, gravel drive. 

"Out here," Lucy said, "they'll see the lights." 

Charmaine had the wrong shoes for this. She crunched up the drive, her heels 
wobbling, the smell of cattle coming from the field to one side. That didn't 
improve Charmaine's temper either. 

Lucy led Charmaine through some bushes, the thin fronds cutting into her 
face. Charmaine was now very angry. This was a charade. The cheap motel was 
one thing. This isolated farm was another. 

"Through here," Lucy said. She creaked a door open slowly and led the way 
in, closing it behind them. Charmaine began to feel uneasy. Lucy produced a 
flashlight and led Charmaine along a bare wooden passage. There was a tight, 
iron spiral staircase. Charmaine climbed up as softly as she could. 

At the top, Lucy opened another door and ushered Charmaine through, 
switching off the flashlight. 

"Look," she whispered. 

They were in a small room with several doors, a sofa, and a few chairs. One 
wall was glass, and looked down into a much larger room. 

In that room was her husband, Charlie, and he wasn't alone, as Charmaine had 
expected. But he also wasn't in bed. He was standing, in nothing but a robe, 
in front of a naked girl. Actually, the girl wasn't entirely naked; she wore 
six-inch heels, the straps tight around her ankles. Her arms were tied to a 
thick beam above, her head, her feet lashed to ring bolts in the floor. She 
had light brunette hair, and large tits that swung on her rib cage as she 
moved, slowly, pulling against the ropes. Her dark pussy mound throbbed and 
thrust at Charlie as he stood there. 

Behind her, stood another girl, with black hair, soft, pale features. But 
there was nothing soft about the way she was dressed. She wore black 
thigh-length boots, a tiny black leather mini skirt and tight leather shirt, 
open to show the inner curves of a pair of small, thrusting tits. She wore a 
black cap and held a long thin whip in her hand, slowly drawing it through 
her fingers. 

"Are you ready?" Charlie asked. 

"Ooohhh," the bound girl moaned. "Yes, master, yes I am." 

"Good," Charlie said and walked up to her, letting his robe fall to the 
floor. 

"That stinking pervert," Charmaine snapped, "let me go and-" 

"Hey, wait," Lucy said. She gave Charmaine a camera. "Get the pictures, 
silly, then he'll be helpless." 

Raging though she was, Charmaine had to admit that that was a good idea. She 
took the camera and snapped a picture. 

The picture whirred up and formed almost at once. It showed Charlie clearly, 
advancing on the girl, his big thick cock sticking out, rampant, disgusting. 

He reached the brunette, and thrust his cock at her soft pussy. 

The girl moaned. 

"Okay, Thelma," Charlie said, "go ahead." The black-haired girl swirled the 
whip over her head and lashed it forward, cutting the thin leather across 
the bound girl's ass. 

"Aaaghhhhh!" the girl screamed. Her hips jerked and she rammed down on 
Charlie's cock. 

"The fuckin' pervert," Charmaine spat. She got a picture of the next blow of 
the whip. The bound girl arched, screaming, her cunt ramming down on 
Charlie's cock. 

Lucy laughed tonelessly. 

Charmaine took pictures in a fury. The bound girl leaped and screamed as 
Charlie's cock raped her cunt, ramming up with each beat of the whip. Thelma 
whipped her harder and faster. The red lines on the bound girl's spread with 
each blow, until her whole ass was crimson and pulped. Her body began to 
rock faster on the ropes. 

"Jesus, I'll turn that fuckin' rat in!" Charmaine snarled, before she 
realized that she mustn't do that. She wouldn't get any money. She took 
another picture. 

The bound girl's legs trembled. She heaved up and down as Charlie held her 
arms and rammed his cock to the top of her cunt. 

"Aaaagghhhhh! Ohhh master," she wailed. "Ohhhh, master, do I please you?" 

"You might," Charlie snarled. He held himself still as she jerked up and 
down, doing all the work. 

Thelma swept the whip across the bound girl's ass, swinging it with 
long-practiced ease. The slap of the whip rang around the room as the bound 
girl jerked harder onto Charlie's stiff cock. 

"That... that, fuckin' jerk!" Charmaine hissed. She loaded film, took 
pictures, her chest heaving with rage. 

The bound girl began to scream harder, her body shaking, pumping up and 
down, her hot cunt swallowing Charlie's cock with each heave. "Ooohhh, 
master! I'm going to cum, please tell me I've been good, please, tell 
meeeee!" 

Her hips jerked faster, her entire body shivering as she screamed, throwing 
her head back, jerking with passion. 

"I'm cumming!" she wailed, and jerked out of control, screaming as she 
rammed down on Charlie's cock. "Master, please, tell meeeeeee!" 

But Charlie still stood there, his hard cock slamming into her cunt. The 
girl went on climaxing, her body heaving, her screams bursting around the 
room as the whip landed, beating agony into her flesh. Finally Charlie's 
hips jerked. His cock rammed up, quivering as the cum burst out of his 
balls. 

"Ohhhh, master, thank yoooouuuuu!" the girl screamed. The whip lashed her 
ass, another great wail of climax broke from her, and Charlie's hips jerked 
toward her cunt, his balls tightening as he came. "Yesssss! Ohhhh, master, 
thank yoooouuuuu!" 

"Jerk!" Charmaine declared as she took pictures of her husband shooting his 
load into the girl's cunt. His hips thrust wildly, he bellowed with lust, 
gripping the girl by the hair as he came. His cock pumped, gobs of his cum 
squeezed out of the girl's cunt and down her thighs as he spent himself. 

"Three more, good ones!" he yelled. Thelma obliged, lashing the thin whip 
across the bound girl's ass, to the beat of Charlie's orgasm. 

"Yeahhhhhh!" Charlie roared. His cock slowed, pumping less and less cum 
until he slowly let it slide out of the bound girl. 

"Oooohhh, master, keep it up there, please!" the girl moaned, her body still 
heaving. 

For answer, Charlie slapped his palm across her tits, swinging them until 
she wailed in pain, tossing on the ropes. 

"I'm sorry, master," she sniveled. "Please, was I good? Please?" 

"Yeah, whore," he said at last. "You did good. Take her down." 

"Oh thank you, master, thank you," the girl whined. 

Charmaine took the last picture. "Right, now I face that disgusting fucker." 

"You sure?" Lucy asked. 

"I can't wait to see his face." 

"Okay." Lucy got up and opened another of the doors. 

Charmaine was surprised to see that a flight of stairs led down into the 
room, but that would make her entrance even more dramatic. She picked up a 
handful of the photographs, stuffed the rest into her purse and stepped out. 

She stood for a second on the top step. The brunette girl was now kneeling, 
rubbing her whipped ass as Charlie sank into a chair, his cock still jumping 
slightly, covered in cum and pussy juices. The moment he was sitting, the 
girl crawled over to him, shamelessly sobbing. 

Charmaine took a quick glance around the room. There were other instruments 
laid out, whips, chains, bonds. It was sickening. She began walking down the 
stairs. 

Charlie still didn't seem to have noticed her. As she drew closer, the girl 
he had fucked crawled to his legs and reached for his cock. With a moan of 
surrender, she licked at it, cleaning the cum off, her pouting mouth sliding 
down the still half-hard prick. 

"Clean it good!" Charlie demanded. 

"Oh yes, master," the girl gasped, her tongue flicking over his cock-head. 

Charmaine reached the bottom step. "You bastard!" 

"Oh, hi, dear," Charlie replied. 

For the first time, Charmaine began to have a suspicion that something 
wasn't right. None of the people on the floor acted as they should. The girl 
sucking Charlie's cock just carried on, her mouth working over the hardening 
cock-flesh. Thelma stepped behind Charlie's chair, running the whip through 
her fingers, smiling faintly. 

"Good work, Lucy," Charlie said, "I wasn't sure she'd come." 

"Oh yes," Lucy said, softly. "No trouble." 

"What is this?" Charmaine demanded, spinning on her heel, feeling a sudden 
menace all around her. "You bastard! I got photos, you're finished, I want a 
divorce and you're gonna pay, right through the fucking nose, you shit! 
These mean money, get that? Money?" 

Charlie grinned, leaning back in his chair as the girl sucked his cock, her 
whipped ass beating up and down a little as she worked. 

"Easy Jennie," he said, "long way to go." 

"Yes, master." 

"Is this your wife?" another man asked. 

Charmaine spun again and gasped. Three men stood just inside the door. Two 
of them were massive, muscular types, who stood silently, their arms 
crossed. The other one was about Charlie's age, early thirties. A broader 
build than Charlie, fair hair, not Charlie's dark curly mass. He was dressed 
in just a shirt and slacks, and he strolled forward, easy-going, looking 
hard at Charmaine. 

"What is this?" Charmaine demanded, spinning back to her husband. 

"Meet Rich Somerville," Charlie said. "Rich, my wife, Charmaine." 

"Sure," Rich said, smiling, "nice to meet you." He didn't extend his hand, 
but then, Charmaine wouldn't have taken it if he had. "Nice taste you got, 
Charlie. I always said, you got nice taste. I mean, this is high-class cunt, 
Charlie, high-class cunt." 

Charlie just laughed. "Yeah, her cunt is so high-class nobody ever gets up 
it. Fuck. If you wanna try, I think you're crazy." 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Charmaine snapped as Rich walked 
around her, examining her like an animal he was thinking of buying. "Get out 
of my face, brother!" 

"I tell you, spirit, that's good," Rich said. "Come on, Charlie, why you 
never try, hub? I mean, you know whores, there's a real one in there." 

He nodded his head at Charmaine. 

"Nah," Charlie said, and ran his hand through Jennie's hair. She had his 
cock hard again and was sliding it deep into her mouth at each pass. "I 
don't think so, that's just a stuck-up bitch you see. But have a shot." 

"If I do it, do I get the contract?" 

"If you do it, you can have a fuckin' exclusive contract." 

The two men laughed. 

"Okay, this way, lady," Rich said mockingly. 

"I don't know what you think you're doing," Charmaine said, advancing on 
Charlie, "but you're in real trouble. You'll be lucky to have a dime left 
when I'm finished with you. This den of vice, fuck, when the jury's finished 
with you-" 

"I don't see no den of vice," Charlie said. "Anybody see a den of vice?" 

"No." Everybody agreed. 

Charmaine got frightened for the first time. Lucy sat on a sofa. She had 
taken her coat off to reveal a light dress that fell above her knees, 
revealing a spectacularly shapely pair of legs. Her luscious tits also 
thrust out against the lacy top of her dress, hinting at the delights 
underneath. 

Charmaine looked at Rich, still standing, mocking her. At the silent men, 
protecting the only door. To escape, she would have to get up those stairs 
again. 

She told herself she was being stupid, they wouldn't dare do anything to 
her. "Very well, it's on your head, Charlie. My lawyer will be in contact." 

She spun on her heel and paced for the stairs. Instantly one of the massive, 
muscular men was there, blocking her way out. 

"This way, lady," Rich said, waving at the door. 

"Let me go, I'll get you for this!" Charmaine yelled. 

The burly man grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. She screamed, 
her purse fell to the floor. Rich walked over and picked it up, taking out 
the photographs. He flipped through them as the man held Charmaine in an 
iron grasp. 

"Let go of me!" Charmaine screamed. 

"I'm so glad you took so many," Rich said softly. He showed Lucy the 
photographs. "You're gonna do all this and more, Charmaine, much more." 

"Never, I'll get you, I'll..." Charmaine yelled, but the man picked her up, 
holding her effortlessly as he walked toward the door with her. Her arm was 
still pinned behind her back as he pushed her through the door. 

"Have a good time," Charlie called. 

Screaming and struggling, Charmaine was carried along a passage and into 
another room. It was slightly smaller, but equipped with all the disgusting 
things she'd seen in the first one. The man let her go and she lashed out at 
him, but he evaded the blow and stepped back. 

Charmaine rubbed her wrist, facing the two men, and Rich and Lucy. 

"You'll be sorry!" she snarled. "Let me out of here!" 

"See that?" Rich said, nodding at the full-length mirror along one wall. 
"You can watch yourself in that if you want. But Charlie will be behind it 
sometimes, I'm sure, enjoying himself. Just remember that. Now, first things 
first. Take that dress off, slowly." 

"Get fucked!" 



 CHAPTER TWO 

 "What the fuck are you talking about?" Charmaine faced her captors. She was 
frightened, but determined not to show it. She put her hands on her hips and 
stared at Rich. 

"By the time you've finished," he said slowly, "you're gonna fuck everybody 
in this room, various ways, we're very imaginative around here." 

Lucy laughed, and the two massive guards chuckled slightly. 

"Not on your life! Now get away and let me out of here, and I might not tell 
the police!" 

They all laughed. 

"Let me put you straight on a few points," Rich said. "We can keep you here 
as long as we want. Charlie's not gonna say anything, is he? So you go to 
the police, they raid this place. And they find a deserted farmhouse. Well, 
I've got a million-dollar contract riding on you, honey. You're gonna learn 
whatever I have you do, got that?" 

"I'll get you!" Charmaine hissed, and hit out at him. 

He grabbed her wrist and stared at her. "Now, take that dress off, real nice 
and slow. Or else." 

"Or else what?" 

"Or else you'll be tied down and whipped until you'll do anything we say. 
Got that?" 

Charmaine went cold. "You wouldn't dare. I'm Charlie's wife!" 

Rich just chuckled and let her arm go. "Your choice!" 

Charmaine screamed and rushed at him. He had her hands in an iron grip in an 
instant. 

"Okay," he said. "I've had it." 

Charmaine struggled, watching in horror as the two big men brought forward a 
piece of apparatus that filled her with dread. It had a padded bar across it 
at about waist height, and stood on broad legs with several leather straps 
and metal rings on the base. The two men came forward and grabbed her, 
lifting her effortlessly to the bar. 

"I'll get you for this!" Charmaine screamed. She gasped as she was pushed 
face-forward over the bar. It cut across her, just above her pussy, making 
her scream with rage and sudden terror. One of the men held her there, 
gazing into her eyes as the other one grabbed her legs in their sheer black 
stockings. 

The man pulled her legs out and then strapped the leather around her ankles. 
Her legs were now spread wide open and she began to scream with utter 
terror. All her arrogance was falling away. 

"Arms too," Rich said, "horizontal, I want her to be able to see." 

"What, what?" Charmaine screamed. 

She struggled, but the first man held her arms while the second man slid 
metal rods out of the top of the apparatus. He locked them into place, then 
lashed Charmaine's wrists to them. Finally he cranked on something and the 
rods slid farther out, pulling Charmaine's arms until she was painfully 
stretched, her body pulled tight. 

Rich walked slowly in front of her, grinning. "Fuck, you look real good, 
baby." 

"You shit!" Charmaine yelled, struggling in vain against the leather bonds. 

"Let me introduce the people who are gonna fuck your brains out. This is 
Kent." Rich pointed to one of the massive guards, the darker and taller of 
the two. And this is Will." 

"Fuck off!" Charmaine snarled. 

"And of course, you know Lucy." Lucy smiled and stood up, close to 
Charmaine. 

"Hi," she said, "I'm here to teach you some things the men can't." She 
reached back and pulled the zipper of her light summer dress down to the 
small of her back. She slid it off, down her long legs, and stepped out of 
it. "You like what you see?" 

Charmaine was disgusted. All Lucy wore under the dress were a tiny bra and 
panties, and her white stockings. As she looked, Lucy slipped her bra off, 
revealing a pair of luscious tits, melon-like, hanging on her chest, moving 
to the slow caress of her hands. 

"Ever sucked pussy?" Lucy asked. 

"Fuck off, bitch!" Charmaine snapped. 

"You will," Lucy said, and laughed. She walked away, over to a table and 
came back with a thin cane which she handed to Rich. 

"See this?" he said. He came close to Charmaine's struggling face. He ran 
the cane past her terrified gaze. The cane was very thin and springy, it 
trembled in Rich's hand. "Can you imagine what this is gonna feel like on 
your ass?" "You fucking bastard!" Charmaine hissed. "You'd beat a woman?" 

"A whore like you, sure," Rich said, "or would you rather I got Thelma in? 
She's real good at whipping cunts like you. Or maybe Lucy would like a go? 
Hey Lucy?" 

"Yeah, sure," Lucy said with a lazy smile, and got up off the chair. 

"You stop that!" Charmaine screamed as Lucy went behind her and slid her 
hands under the hem of her dress. It was already pulled almost halfway up 
her thighs, and Lucy was pulling it higher, revealing the tops of 
Charmaine's stockings. "Stop that, you shit!" 

"What language for a lady," Lucy said. "Hey, boys, move the mirror around, I 
wouldn't want her to miss any of this." 

Without a word, Kent and Will went to a massive mirror and rolled it in 
front of Charmaine. 

"Stop it!" Charmaine wailed, but Lucy just grinned. She pulled some of the 
dress out from under Charmaine's body where it pressed into the bar, and 
then threw the whole thing up until it was clear of the bound wife's ass. To 
make matters worse, Lucy ran her hands over Charmaine's tight ass-cheeks. 

"Nice," she said, "I like asses like this, don't you, Rich?" 

"Yeahhh," Rich said, running his own hand over Charmaine's trembling flesh. 
He took the sides of Charmaine's tiny black panties and ran them together 
until they slid into the crack of her ass, revealing the entire creamy white 
flesh of her ass-cheeks. "Fuck, that's good!" 

She was indeed a great sight. Her long shapely legs, made even better by the 
black mesh stockings and five-inch heels, were now stretched tight up to her 
ass, which was bent and raised, the perfect target for the cane. The lacy 
straps of her suspenders, and the panties, running in her ass-crack, only 
enhanced her charms. 

"Okay," Rich said. He came around to Charmaine's face. "Good view?" 

"You fuck off!" 

"Just scream when you're ready to take that dress off for us. Oh yes, and 
anything else we tell you to take off. Okay?" 

Charmaine trembled with fear as she looked in the mirror and saw Lucy 
holding the thin cane over her ass. Very slowly Lucy lowered the cane and 
touched Charmaine's ass-cheeks with it. Charmaine gasped, tears beginning to 
form in her eyes. Very slowly the cane went up, trembling above Charmaine's 
ass in Lucy's tight grip. Lucy held it for a second, then lashed it down. 

It happened in slow motion for Charmaine. She saw the cane sweep down, 
watched in terror as it vanished behind her ass, heard the sound as it 
slapped into her stretched flesh and saw it bounce back up again. 

But the pain erupted through her instantly. It burst through her, and her 
body heaved, arcing on the bar, her arms and legs straining helplessly. As 
she watched, the cane lashed in again. 

"Aaaagggghhhhh!" Charmaine screamed, her body tossing in agony. "Stop it, 
stop it, you shits, stop it, stop-aaaghhhhh! Oh fuck, fuck you, you 
shits-aaaaghhhhhh!" 

Her head dropped, she burst into helpless tears, struggling against the 
bonds. The cane lashed her helpless ass again, and she screamed in pain and 
terror. She could feel the thin lines of agony spreading over her flesh as 
the next stroke of the cane lashed in. 

"Aaaagghhhh! You fuckers, you cunts! I'll get you, I'll-aaaghhhhhhhh! I'll 
kill you!" Charmaine screamed as she tossed in terrible pain on the bar. 

As she screamed again, the door opened and Charlie stuck his head in. 

"She being difficult?" he asked. His robe was open and Charmaine could see 
his stiff cock. Jennie clung to him, running her hands over his chest. 

"Only a bit," Rich said cheerfully. 

"Charlie!" Charmaine screamed. "You get me out of here, you bastard!" 

"Gotta run," Charlie said cheerfully, "this whore's too fuckin' hot." He 
vanished, Jennie moaning and hanging on him. 

"You fuckers!" Charmaine screamed, but then leaped again as the cane beat 
her, landing another thin line of agony across her ass-cheeks. 

"Are you ready to undress?" Rich asked softly. 

Charmaine screamed and wept. The truth was that she couldn't take much more 
of this. The agony soared all over her, burning into her flesh, weakening 
her resistance. 

The next few blows of the cane drove Charmaine into a frenzy of screaming 
agony. Her ass was on fire, pain erupting through her as her body jerked and 
heaved across the bar. Then Lucy lashed her again and her resistance broke. 

"I'll do it!" 

"Do what?" Lucy demanded, lashing her again. 

"I'll take my dress off for you," Charmaine screamed and sobbed in shame. 
She could imagine all the filthy things they might make her do. If it took 
her the rest of her life, she would get Charlie back for this. 

"Ask me real nice," Rich said, leaning down over her. "Say, please, Rich, 
let me take off my dress for you." 

"P-please, Rich," Charmaine gasped, "please let me take my dress off for 
you!" 

"Now was that so difficult?" Rich said with a grin. "Let her down, boys, 
she's discovered that she'd love to show us how she strips." 

Charmaine moaned as they undid her bonds. She rubbed her inflamed ass 
shamelessly, tears rolling down her face. She also managed to get her 
panties out from between the cheeks of her ass. 

"Over there." Rich pointed. "Up on that stage." 

It was a low stage, about a foot above the rest of the floor. Trembling from 
head to foot, Charmaine climbed up on it, turning to face them. 

Rich got himself comfortable in a chair, and Lucy sat down too, in a narrow, 
upright metal chair. Beside her, the two guards stood, and Charmaine could 
see the massive bulges of their cocks, pushing out the fronts of their 
pants. 

Lucy reached up and unzipped the pants. She reached in, one at a time, and 
eased their cocks out. Then she turned back to watch Charmaine, her hands 
gently playing with the two cocks. 

"Now," Rich said easily. 

Charmaine shook with fear and fury. They were only a few feet away from her, 
and she was the object of their terrible lusts. She watched Lucy's hands 
sliding up and down two massive cock-shafts, easily nine inches each of 
thick hard male cock. And the men stared at her, waiting. 

"Take that fucking dress off," Rich said. 

In a dream, Charmaine reached up for the zipper of the dress, high on her 
neck. She eased it down, pulling it until it was between her luscious tits. 

She eased the zipper farther, down to her waist; then on, past her pussy and 
on to the hem. There it clicked off and the sides of the dress fell open, 
revealing the silky black slip beneath. 

"Go on," Rich ordered. 

Charmaine was trembling as she slid the dress down her arms, feeling it fall 
away, revealing her lovely body. Now it was concealed only by the tiny slip, 
bra and panties. The stockings and gloves only added to her allure. The 
dress fell to the floor and Charmaine stood before her captors, trying to 
hide her body with her arms. 

"Put your hands up!" Rich snapped. "Right up, over your head!" 

"No, no, you just-" 

Charmaine only got that far. She screamed as Kent and Will rushed forward 
and grabbed her. Will twisted her arms behind her back and then tilted her 
whole body back until Charmaine was arched painfully. If he let go, she 
would crash backwards onto the stage. To make matters worse, Kent pushed her 
feet out again, until her thighs were spread helplessly. 

"Now, I just gotta teach you a few things," Rich said softly, coming up onto 
the stage. 

Charmaine screamed as he showed her what he had in his hands. It was a set 
of thick rubber bindings that held luggage onto car roofs. There were about 
six of them and they were knotted. 

"You gotta learn," he said. 

He swung his arm. The rubber bindings swept up, then lashed right between 
Charmaine's open thighs. Her tiny slip was already pulled above her cunt, so 
there were only her panties between the knots and her flesh, and they were 
no protection at all. Some of the knots landed on her upper thigh flesh. 
Most of them whipped into her pussy, sending spasms of agony out over her 
body. 

She screamed, struggling against Will's steel grip. He held her so that she 
couldn't even close her legs to protect herself. She could even feel his 
hard cock pressing into her back. 

The knots bit into her cunt again, leaving indentations in her tight 
panties. 

"When I tell you to put your hands up, what do you do?" he asked, whipping 
Charmaine again. 

"I put my arms up!" Charmaine screamed. "I will, I will, I promise!" She 
wept as her thighs and pussy erupted with pain again. 

Rich stopped the whip. Will let go of Charmaine. 

"Put your hands up!" 

Instantly Charmaine stuck her hands high in the air. 

"Open your legs!" 

Charmaine broke into tears, but opened her legs. She stood there, her hands 
over her head, her raised shoulders pulling the hem of her slip halfway up 
her ass, her lovely tits thrust out. 

Lucy sat in her chair while the three men stood close to the trembling 
Charmaine. Will ran his hand over her ass, sliding it deeper, between her 
cheeks, running closer and closer to her pussy. 

"Don't you love having men feel you up?" Rich asked, pulling the knots 
through his hand. 

Charmaine whimpered in shame. She couldn't do anything but take the 
loathsome caress. Will's hand reached her pussy and slid over the panties, 
pushing them into the still- painful flesh. "Y-yes, yes, I love it." 

"Say, please, Will, finger-fuck me," Rich said. 

Charmaine shuddered, that was too much. 

"No! No, not that, stop it, not-" She screamed in helpless fear as Kent 
grabbed her this time. He twisted her arms into the small of her back, then 
held her. 

"You know," Rich said softly, "you're having trouble understanding things 
here." 

Charmaine trembled, shook from head to toe as Will reached up to the neck of 
her tiny slip. Very tenderly he eased it down and away from her bra. Then he 
took the two cups in his massive fingers. With a single heave, he broke the 
clasp and the bra was ruined, hanging down, revealing Charmaine's lovely 
tits. 

"Fuck," Rich said softly. "Nice, real nice. Get it all away, Will!" 

"No, no!" Charmaine gasped in rising panic. She couldn't believe what they 
were going to do. She struggled against Kent, but it was useless. 

He held her while Will pulled her bra away. The shoulder straps gave and he 
pulled them out, tossing the bits to the floor. Then Will gripped the slip 
and ripped, tearing it down to well below Charmaine's thrusting tits. 

"Shiiit, nice," Rich said. He reached out and caressed the soft flesh. 
Charmaine's tits were just a little smaller than Lucy's, but even firmer, 
the soft undercurves holding them proudly out from her rib cage. 

"Stop it, don't!" Charmaine gasped as Rich pinched her nipples. 

Suddenly Rich leaned back and swept the rubber knots into her soft 
tit-flesh. Her tits jumped, red lines of pain erupting across their soft 
surface. 

"Aagghhhhhhh! Please, finger-fuck me!" Charmaine wailed. "No, don't no- 
aaaghhhh!" She screamed in utter agony as the rubber knots bit into her 
tits, pounding them across her chest. "Pleaseeeee!" 

Finally Rich stopped and stared deep into her eyes. "Each time you disobey, 
the punishment gets worse. Got that?" 

"Y-yes," Charmaine whispered. 

"Yes, master. Let's get that established right away." 

"Yes, master," Charmaine sobbed, her tits throbbing with pain. She vowed 
revenge with all her fury. 

"Hands up!" 

She wanted to rub her tits so badly, but she wasn't allowed to. Trembling, 
sobbing with pain and fury, Charmaine raised her arms, pushing them up above 
her head. Now her humiliation was even worse. 

"Please, Will, finger-fuck me!" Charmaine sobbed in utter shame. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

	Will enjoyed it as he advanced on the trembling blonde, his eyes were 
alight with lust. He reached up first and caressed Charmaine's whipped 
tit-flesh. 

"Don't ya love it?" Will whispered. 

"Y-yes," Charmaine sobbed, gazing at the rubber knots in Rich's hand. 

"Yes, what?" said Will softly. His fingers tightened on Charmaine's nipples. 

"Yes, master," Charmaine wailed as her nipples throbbed in pain. 

"That's better!" 

Very slowly he slid his hand down the torn front of Charmaine's slip, his 
fingers pressing lightly into her helpless flesh. 

Charmaine stood trembling, her legs shaky in the five-inch heels. She 
gripped her hands together, the lacy gloves almost ripping with the force of 
her terror and fury. 

Will ran his hand down, over her flat tummy, down between her legs. With her 
slip pulled up, all that stood between his hands and her pussy were her 
panties. 

Charmaine trembled as his hand went deeper, pushing the thin black material 
into her cunt crack. She gasped, closed her eyes, twisting her hands 
together as he reached up and pulled slightly at the waistband of her 
panties. 

"Tell me how great it would be if I took these off you," he said. 

"Oh, yes, please, take them off," Charmaine whispered, her eyes closed shut 
in horror and disgust. 

His finger went away. The knots lashed into her tits without warning. With a 
scream she jerked, her arms came down, her eyes popped open. 

Rich lashed her tits. "Hands up!" 

"What are you..." 

"Hands up!" he ordered as he whipped her tits again. 

With a scream Charmaine rammed her hands back up, her arms aching, her whole 
body trembling. 

"Now," Rich said, running the knots across Charmaine's throbbing tits, 
"let's try that again." 

He stepped back and Will slid his hand back to the top of Charmaine's 
panties. "Tell me how great it will be if I take these off you." 

"But I did!" Charmaine wailed. "I said-" 

Before she could move, Will stepped back and the terrible knots lashed her 
unprotected tits again. She screamed in absolute horror and pain, trying 
desperately to keep her hands in the air. 

"Try again," Rich ordered. 

Sobbing, her tits ringing with pain, Charmaine felt Will's fingers on her 
panty top again. 

"Tell me, just how great it will be!" 

What had she done wrong? Charmaine wept and shuddered and suddenly 
remembered. "Oh, yes, please, master, take my panties off, master!" 

Will chuckled. His finger eased her panties down. Very slowly, Will slid 
Charmaine's panties down her legs, his fingers caressing her stockings until 
the panties were around her ankles. "Step out of them. Good, now open your 
legs." 

Charmaine's head spun as she did what he said. She spread her legs until he 
was satisfied; then stood waiting, her arms still up above her head. Her 
tits heaved, she wanted to caress them so badly, but she didn't dare. 

Slowly Will's fingers worked their way up her inner thighs. Charmaine 
couldn't close her eyes any more. She stared at Lucy who lay back, watching, 
caressing Kent's cock slowly as he stood over the chair. With a grin of pure 
lust, Lucy ran her fingers into her own panties, playing with her clit as 
she watched Charmaine's helplessness. 

Will's fingers reached the soft puffy lips of Charmaine's pussy. Gently he 
played with her curly blonde pussy hair, twirling his fingers in it, 
grinning at her all the time. 

Then his fingers ran deeper, between her cunt lips and over her clit. 
Charmaine gasped, revolted by the touch. As he gripped her flesh and twisted 
it, she moaned, feeling utterly violated. 

Will's fingers reached her cunt opening. He smiled, slid one finger into her 
pussy, working it deeper, pushing into her tight pussy. 

"You're too dry, baby! I can't get my cock up there. Get it wet, now, 
whore!" His fingers still worked her clit as he gazed at her, smiling 
mockingly. 

Charmaine twisted at the horrible degradation, her whole body tightened up, 
she bit her lip, hoping the nightmare would end. 

"Get wet, cunt!" 

Charmaine stared at his massive chest, at his big thick cock sticking out. 
She wanted to be sick. Her body ached with pain as she struggled to keep her 
arms up and her legs open for the disgusting inspection she was suffering. 

She shrieked as she felt the touch of the thin cane on her ass. 

"Get wet, cunt!" 

"Oh no, no!" Charmaine wailed. She turned her head, and there was Rich. He 
held the cane in one hand as he slid her slip hem just the inch or so he 
needed to get a full swing at her ass. 

"Keep your hands up!" he demanded. 

Charmaine was terrified out of her mind. She strained to do as she was told, 
while Will's fingers probed her cunt and Rich held her slip up, pulling the 
cane back. 

"Get wet, whore!" Will ordered. 

"N-no, no," Charmaine gabbled. The cane lashed in, cutting into her ass. 

She jerked, almost fell with the pain rushing from her whipped flesh. The 
cane went up again, whipped in, cutting another thin line across her ass. 

Charmaine wailed, her body jumping to the beat of the horrible cane. 

"Hey, that's it," Will said, "another one, Rich, she's goin' great." 

"No, no-aaagghhhh!" Charmaine screamed as the cane whipped her ass and 
Will's finger slid into her pussy, running on the suddenly plentiful pussy 
juices. 

"Hey, one more should do it!" 

Will's thick finger rammed in and out of Charmaine's cunt as she twisted, 
watching the horrible cane going up, hovering and then lashing down at her 
ass. The agony rushed out and she screamed, her cunt jerking on Will's 
fingers. 

"Heyyy, good," he cried, "that's it. Fuck, she's streaming wet." 

"Well, well, well," Rich said, grinning, "maybe this'll be easier than I 
thought." 

"You fucker!" Charmaine screamed. 

"Now, what did I tell you about that?" 

"Sorry, master, sorry!" Charmaine wailed as she saw the thin cane lash out 
suddenly. She screamed as Rich cut her expertly across her nipples, beating 
her tits downward with the force of the blow. It was more than she could 
take. She fell to the floor, tearing her cunt away from Will's fingers as 
she went down, rubbing her agonized tits. 

"Get up!" Rich demanded. 

"Bastard, bastard!" Charmaine screamed. "Whipping a lady." 

 "Sweetheart, I don't see no lady," he mocked. "I see a fuckin' whore who 
will get up, put her hands above her head and beg me to whip her tits one 
more time and then thank me and say how sorry she is for all the things she 
said. If she does that now, I might overlook words like bastard." 

Charmaine sobbed and rolled on the floor. 

"If that little whore isn't on her feet by the count of three, she will be 
tied up and whipped while she gets fucked by both Kent and Will," said Rich. 

Charmaine sobbed uncontrollably, but with a massive effort, she pulled 
herself back to her feet and stood weeping in front of her tormentors. 

"Hands up!" 

Charmaine sobbed, slowly putting her hands back up over her head. Her tits 
thrust out, reddened and sore. 

Rich took the cane and laid it across her throbbing nipples. "Now say, 
please, master whip my tits, I deserve it." 

Charmaine felt her head spinning. In the chair Lucy knelt up and slipped her 
soft mouth over the head of Kent's thick cock. She smiled at Charmaine. 
Then, slowly, she sank her mouth over Kent's hard cock-shaft, her fingers 
playing with it, caressing his balls. 

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Kent gasped. "I'll cum if you do that, oh fuck, what a 
mouth!" 

His hips jerked as he slammed his cock at Lucy's mouth, faster and harder as 
the cum boiled in his balls. 

"Please, master, wh-whip my t-tits, I deserve it." Charmaine gripped her 
hands and stared at the cane resting on the upper curves of her tits. 

Slowly it went up, trembling as Rich held it, driving Charmaine crazy with 
horror and expectation. 

It lashed down, cutting into Charmaine's nipples as expertly as before. The 
luscious titmounds bounced down as Charmaine shrieked, then bounced back up 
as the helpless blonde trembled from head to toe. Before Charmaine had 
recovered, Rich lashed her again, her tortured tit-mounds throbbing and 
shaking on her chest. 

"Aaagghhhh!" she screamed. 

"Say, thank you, master!" 

"Thank you, master," Charmaine sobbed. Her tits heaved and twitched, her 
arms ached and she wished she were dead. 

Will stepped forward again. "Open your legs!" 

Charmaine wailed and did as she was told. His fingers slid into her pussy. 

"Now, you've fucked around enough," Will said softly. "Tell me how much you 
want to bend over that table and have me fuck you." 

"Oh, please, please, master, let me bend over that table while you fuck me," 
Charmaine sobbed. 

"Good," Will said. "Oh fuck, look at that." 

His finger stayed at Charmaine's cunt as he looked at Lucy and Kent in the 
chair. Lucy's hands were all over Kent's cock and balls as he rammed his 
throbbing cock-rod into her soft mouth, his hips jerking faster and faster 
until they blurred. 

"Ooohhh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Kent yelled. "Oh, fuck, your mouth Lucy, 
your mouth is the best, honey!" 

Charmaine almost forgot the pain in her tits as she stared at the utter 
depravity. Lucy held his cock and leaned back slightly, her hands sliding on 
his cock-shaft, her mouth wide around the throbbing, purplish cock-head. 
Suddenly, Kent heaved his head up and bellowed with lust. A thick stream of 
white cum burst out of his piss-slit and gushed into Lucy's open mouth. She 
gurgled with pleasure, squeezing his balls gently, sliding her mouth around 
his cock- head, sucking down all the hot goo. 

"Ooohhh, baby!" Kent yelled. "Oh that's the best-ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!" 

His cock jerked, more streams of hot cum shot out, covering Lucy's lips and 
gushing into her mouth. She slowly slid her lips around his cock, working 
them deeper, sucking all the jism down, her throat swallowing, on and on 
until the stream had slowed to a dribble and Kent stood moaning, his cock 
still in Lucy's soft mouth. 

"Oh, now you'll have to be whipped while you suck him hard again," Rich said 
lightly. 

Charmaine wept, her eyes fixed on the horrible cane. 

"You've held Will up enough. Go and bend over that table, he's gotta fuck 
you or go bananas. You can get Kent hard again after that." 

"Y-yes, master!" Charmaine sobbed. In a haze of shame and pain went forward 
and leaned down over the heavy table. At least it was a relief for her arms 
as she gripped the far edge of the table and buried her face in the wooden 
surface. Her sore tits even felt a bit better on the cold wood. 

"Open your legs!" Will ordered. 

With a sob of surrender, Charmaine spread her thighs. She looked up and 
there was the mirror, staring at her, showing her helpless body on the 
table, and Will's massive bulk behind it. 

"Fuck, she looks good!" Will said. 

Charmaine did look good. Her shapely legs were stretched, her crimson, 
whipped ass tight and thrusting up, the lacy suspender straps running over 
the red flesh. 

Will ran his hand over her ass, and Charmaine wailed a little at the pain. 
He slid her slip out of the way and took his cock, working the hard 
cock-head over the curly mound of Charmaine's pussy. She wept again at the 
horrible contact, the shame of the humiliation she was being forced to 
endure. It was bad enough having to fuck Charlie occasionally. This was a 
million times worse. 

Will pushed. His cock slid an inch into Charmaine's throbbing pussy. 

She gasped in pain, arching on the table top, her gloved hands gripping the 
hard edge. Her pussy felt as if it was being split open by the massive 
fucker. 

Will pushed again, and his cock invaded her for another inch. Charmaine 
gurgled in pain, her pussy throbbing at the terrible invasion. 

"Fuck, she's wet." Will chuckled. "And tight. Jeeeezzzz, this is gonna be a 
great piece of ass, you know that?" 

Charmaine sobbed as Will rammed his cock farther into her helpless cunt. It 
slid in again as he forced his hips at her, thrusting, heaving, his enormous 
fuck-rod slamming higher into her cunt each time. 

Charmaine moaned. She gripped the table top and vowed revenge on them all 
when she escaped from this place. Whatever it took, she would get them all. 

"Oooohhh, that's nice," Will said as he slammed his cock to the top of 
Charmaine's fuck-channel. He pulled back, then slammed in again, working his 
cock in and out, thrusting Charmaine's high heels off the floor at the top 
of each ramming fuck. "Yeahhhhhh! This is gonna be great." 

Charmaine sobbed and gripped the table top, her legs trembling with each 
thrust of Will's massive cock. Her cunt felt as if it would break open, 
explode with the massive fuck-rod buried in it. Her pussy walls throbbed and 
pulsed to the beat of the ramming fuck as Will speeded up, his pent-up 
frustration sending him toward climax very fast. 

Suddenly, Lucy was kneeling in front of Charmaine's face, her mouth around 
Kent's cock, sucking on it gently. She held it, turned and grinned at 
Charmaine, stroking the almost fully hard cock-meat. 

"You gotta be whipped until this is hard again, hey?" she said, grinning 
with all her might. 

Charmaine moaned, tears running down her cheeks. 

"Answer me," Lucy said softly. 

"Y-yes," Charmaine sobbed. 

"Yes, mistress," Lucy snapped, "and don't forget it.'' 

 "Yes, mistress," Charmaine said, her body shaking with the force of Will's 
fucking. 

"Guess who says when his cock is hard enough?" Lucy said, sliding her mouth 
around the stiffening cock. 

"I-I don't know. Mistress." 

"I do!" Lucy said, her long brunette hair tossing, her soft tits thrusting 
into Kent's legs. He moaned and his cock gave another jump. "You know what 
that means?" 

"N-no, mistress." 

"It means that you'd better agree with everything I say! Think about it." 

Charmaine moaned. It was clear enough. She saw Lucy's soft mouth sink down 
over Kent's cock, sucking it back to full hardness with deep-throating 
thrusts. He slid his hands in her hair, heaving his cock at her mouth. 

Very slowly, Lucy worked her mouth back off the already hard cock. She 
grinned at Charmaine. Then she got up and led Kent away by his cock. 

Charmaine buried her face in the wooden table top, her tears wetting the 
surface. Will thrust at her ass, his cock slamming deep into her pussy as he 
worked himself up into a frenzy. He gripped her already sore ass-cheeks and 
rammed faster, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. 

"Yeeaaahhhh!" he yelled. "Oh yeahhhh, here I come, oh fuck here I 
commmmeeeee!" His cock throbbed and swelled in her fuck channel, rasping 
over her delicate pussy walls as he slammed in and went berserk. 

Suddenly his cock speeded up. It slammed in and out until it was a blur, 
ramming in and out of Charmaine's cunt like a piston. His thighs slapped 
into Charmaine's ass-cheeks, each contact feeling like another lash of the 
whip to the helpless wife. 

Her screams rang around the room as she felt the cock swell in her cunt and 
jerk. Great hot gushes of cum mashed into her pussy walls as Will leaned 
back and bellowed with lust, his cock pulsing as it shot, slamming right to 
the top of her fuck-channel, gushing thick ropes of jizz. 

"Yeahhhhh!" Will roared. His cock pistoned in and out, shooting more spouts 
of fuck-juice at the top of each stroke. His cock throbbed, poured out 
another thick gush of cum, high in Charmaine's quivering cunt. 

Charmaine gripped the table, moaning with shame, her ass moved a little to 
the pounding ram of Will's cock as it shot thick gobs of white fuck-juice 
into her throbbing cunt. The jizz mashed into her cunt walls as the thick 
cock slammed in and out, the tiny piss-slit still pouring out cum. 

"More, more!" Will yelled as his hips jerked at her and his cock poured out 
the frustration pent-up in his balls. "Oh, fuck, she's got such a tight 
cunt!" 

He moaned as his cock shot its last gobs of goo and settled down, just 
dribbling cum into Charmaine's throbbing pussy. 

She sobbed into the table top, wishing he would take his cock out of her now 
he was finished. But he just leaned forward, gasping with satisfaction, his 
hips still thrusting in and out a little. Charmaine felt cum dribble out of 
her cunt and down her inner thighs, soaking into her stocking tops. She 
shuddered, she hated anything like that. She would have to handle her 
cum-soaked stockings to get them off; it was dreadful to think of. 

But she had more immediate things to worry about. Slowly Will slid his cock 
out of her cunt. He grinned at the rest of them. "Fuck, that was good, you 
oughta try it." 

"I'm going to," Rich said. 

Will walked around to Charmaine's face. He took his cum-covered cock and 
thrust it at Charmaine's horrified mouth. "Lick it clean!" 

Charmaine almost threw up. It was bad enough having cum in her cunt. To have 
to take it in her mouth like that little whore, Lucy, was more than she 
could stand. She sobbed and pulled away, away from Will, getting ready to 
stand up. 

The cane lashed her ass, burning a deep red line into her flesh. 

"Down!" Rich snapped. "Did anybody tell you to get up?" 

"N-n-no, master," Charmaine sobbed. 

"Good. Now lick his cock clean. I'd get on with it, if I were you. You've 
got a whipping coming as you get Kent hard again, and Lucy's a right bitch 
about that sort of thing. Don't make it worse than it is." 

Charmaine sobbed and looked at the horrible sticky, cum-covered cock. She 
didn't know if she was more terrified by the cane, or more disgusted by the 
thought of putting a filthy cock in her mouth. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

 "Lick it clean!" Rich ordered. 

Charmaine felt the touch of the thin rod across her ass. She moaned and 
looked at the horrible cock, inches from her face. It was only drooping 
slightly, and the whole length was slippery, slimy with goo, and her pussy 
juices. She felt the vomit rise in her throat as she stared at it. 

"N-no, please!" 

The cane whipped her ass, the sound ringing around the room. 

Charmaine screamed and twisted off the table, running at Rich and grabbing 
for the cane. 

He was amused. He grabbed her wrist, held her and dropped the cane. His hand 
swept out, slapping her hard across the face. 

"On your knees, bitch!" 

"You bastard, I'll-aaaaghhh!" Charmaine sobbed as his hand swept back, 
hitting her right across the face, making her head ring. 

"On your knees!" Rich shouted, slapping her hard again. 

Dizzy, Charmaine sank to the floor, holding her face, the fight knocked out 
of her. She fell forward, sobbing and wailing with pain and self-pity. 

"Shit!" Rich snapped, picking up the cane again. "You don't ever learn, do 
you, you little cunt? On your knees, bitch!" 

Charmaine stayed where she was, sobbing, trying to crawl away across the 
floor. 

"Shit!" Rich breathed. "She's a right little bitch." He stood over the 
sobbing wife. "Get the main bar, we're really gonna have to work this one 
over." 

"No!" Charmaine wailed. She turned and stared up Rich's legs to where he 
stood with the cane. "You can't do this! I didn't do anything to you!" 

He grinned. "I keep telling you, honey, I got a lot of money riding on you, 
and you ain't gonna let me down by not trying. On your knees." 

"Not until you promise not to hurt me!" 

Rich laughed. "Shit, what is this, bargain night? You got enough coming, 
without pushing me any farther." 

Charmaine screamed as she saw what Kent and Will were wheeling in. It was a 
massive piece of interlocked apparatus. With bars and rods all over the 
place, ratchets and straps and ropes. It made her sick to look at it. 

Rich smiled. "I'll give you one last chance. Kneel up, put your hands behind 
your back." 

Charmaine watched the two men put the machine in the middle of the room. It 
was so terrifying she somehow crawled to her knees and put her hands behind 
her back. She shuddered in the most awful agony as Rich slid the cane across 
her nipples again. 

"Now, say, I'm sorry, master." 

"I'm sorry, master!" 

"And I deserve six strokes of the cane across my tits, master." 

Charmaine almost fainted. She gripped her hands as she glanced at the 
apparatus. 

"Well?" Rich asked, the cane rubbing on her nipples. 

"I-I d-deserve s-six strokes of the c-cane on m-my tits, m-master!" 

"Good! One move while I do it, and you're on that bar." He lifted the thin 
cane. 

Charmaine watched it, trembling all over. Her throat constricted, her entire 
body shook, but her pussy rushed juices again, wetting her pussy hair, 
oozing cum down the insides of her thighs. 

The cane whipped her nipples with the same skill as before. Her lovely tits 
bounced as the thin rod lashed her. 

"One!" 

"Ooohh God," Charmaine moaned. She closed her eyes. 

"Two!" 

"Aaaaghhhh! Ohhhh no, no!" Charmaine wailed as her tits exploded with agony. 
She clutched her hands together, wringing her lacy black gloves until they 
began to split. 

"Three!" 

The horrible cane lashed her nipples, beating crimson agony into them. 
Charmaine screamed, her body shuddering, her thighs trembling in pain. She 
couldn't take another one. 

"Four!" 

With a horrible scream of helpless agony, Charmaine fell, clutching her 
tits, rubbing the agonized flesh. 

"Get her up!" Rich snapped. 

Charmaine screamed. But she was grabbed and hustled over to the apparatus. 

She was thrown face-down over a bar about five feet above the floor, hanging 
by her waist, her head swinging helplessly. Before she could scream more 
than once, Kent and Will had grabbed her legs, pulled them out to the sides 
of the apparatus and lashed them into straps. Rich slipped a wide leather 
belt around her back and let the end of the strap fall until it brushed the 
floor. 

Charmaine moaned as she hung there. All her weight was on her hips as she 
swung slowly, not even able to pull herself up. The bar was padded slightly, 
but it still hurt badly. Her wide-spread legs left her pussy and ass open to 
them all. 

"What are you doing?" she moaned. 

For answer, Will took a chair and sat down, right in front of Charmaine's 
face. He took the belt and held it. "Lower her a little." 

Rich cranked the machine a bit and Charmaine felt the bar slip down until 
her mouth was just below the level of Will's cock. The massive bulbous 
cock-head was touching her chin. It was hard again, but still covered in cum 
that was dry now and looked even more disgusting than before. 

"Caress my cock," Will said. 

"No, no!" Charmaine screamed, her head spinning. 

Will ran the strap under a metal tube at the bottom of the apparatus and 
pulled it up. The belt tightened around Charmaine's neck and she choked, 
grabbing for it. It wasn't a noose, the belt was held around her neck by the 
buckle, but it was bad enough. Will relaxed and the belt loosened. 

"Caress my cock!" 

Charmaine saw his throbbing fuck-rod get harder as he leaned on the belt 
again. In a haze of pain she reached out and ran her gloved hands over the 
hard surface of his cock. She felt the stiff cock harden and throb in her 
hands. The cock-head bobbed inches from her nose. 

"Lick it," Will said, heaving on the belt again. 

Choking and terrified, Charmaine ran her lips over the hard cock. The belt 
relaxed. 

"Good," will said, "now suck it, come on, cunt." He leaned back. Charmaine 
had to lift her head to get the cock into her mouth. The moment the bulbous 
cock-head was past her lips, Will heaved on the belt and Charmaine was 
forced to take a long length of the thick cock-shaft in her soft mouth. She 
choked, not only with the belt, but the force of the bulbous fucker ramming 
at the entrance of her throat. Will heaved up, keeping a grip on the belt, 
and his cock rammed hard, forcing into Charmaine's throat until she almost 
gagged. He grinned and relaxed, his cock slipping back into Charmaine's 
mouth. "Not bad, she might learn." 

But Rich leaned in again and Will lifted Charmaine's mouth off his cock. 

"Now, say; I've been so bad, master, I deserve to be whipped until I've 
sucked Will off," Rich demanded. 

The blood was already rushing to Charmaine's head, and she almost passed out 
at this threat. She sobbed and stared at Rich as he leaned in, the thin cane 
touching her ass. "Now listen, you stupid shit," he bellowed, you're gonna 
learn one way or the other. Say it now, or I'll whip you until you beg for 
everything I tell you to beg for." He reached out and held one of 
Charmaine's painfully throbbing nipples in his fingers. "Have you any idea 
how much I can hurt you?" 

His fingers tightened on her nipples. Charmaine screamed, her body rocking. 
She tried to put her hands up, but Will held them, so that the agony from 
her tits went on and on. "Please, master, whip me," she sobbed in shame, 
"until I've sucked Will off." She couldn't stand herself. She hung there, 
sobbing heart out. 

"Good," Rich said. "Fuck, you're slow." 

Will took her head and lifted it over his cock again. "Suck!" he ordered. 
"And keep caressing my balls. You'll know from how tight the belt is how 
pleased I am." 

The belt tightened. 

Her mouth was full of cock, the belt tight around her throat as Charmaine 
reached up through her tears and ran her gloved hands over Will's hard nuts 
in their heavy sack. He spread his thighs and Charmaine could get at his 
balls more easily, rubbing them gently. 

"Not bad," Will said, "just like that, gentle, that's how I like my balls 
worked. Now get your mouth deeper, whore!" 

Rich stepped up onto a platform that he'd pulled out of the back of the 
apparatus. He stood over Charmaine's helplessly spread ass and pussy. He 
leaned in and she could feel his thick hard cock press into her back. He ran 
his hand over her ass and into her pussy crack. 

Charmaine shuddered and sucked on the cock, feeling the belt loosen, making 
her breathing easier. She found that the cock wasn't so bad. It filled her 
cheeks, the massive thick cock-head ramming at her throat. The cock was 
rubbery hard, and it throbbed as she swirled her tongue around it, all the 
time keeping her soft caress on his balls. 

Then she felt the touch of the knotted rubber strips on her ass. She 
gurgled, heaved on the bar, shuddering with the agony of anticipation. The 
knots caressed her whipped flesh and then drew away. Second by second she 
waited. The belt tightened. 

"Suck, you bitch!" Will snapped. 

She tried, running her tongue around it. But her hands had stopped as she 
waited for the pain. The belt tightened farther, making her choke and shake. 

"Suck!" 

The rubber knots beat into her pussy. Her body jerked and shook, her scream 
bubbled around Will's cock and the awful pain rushed over her. 

"Suck, bitch!" Will roared, pulling harder on the belt. 

With her air almost cut off, everything swam in Charmaine's head. The knots 
lashed her asscheeks, then swung up, lashing her pussy again while her 
lashed legs strained. Somehow her mouth relaxed, the cock pushed deeper in 
and the belt loosened. 

"Good, keep it up," Will leaned back, keeping his hand on the leather strap. 

The knots beat into Charmaine's cut, then lashed her crimson ass. She shook 
and jerked on the bar, her straining legs throbbing. She felt the cock ram 
harder into her mouth, even thrusting a little into her throat. Her pain had 
made her forget the dry cum on it. All she knew now was the thick fuck-rod, 
filling her mouth, the pain gushing over her body. 

She lurched as the rubber knots beat her flesh, lashing her pussy and ass by 
turns, driving her into paroxysms of pain. Her hands caressed Will's balls, 
her lacy gloves scraping over his flesh while her mouth bobbed up and down 
on the massive fuck-rod, sucking it, letting it rape her mouth. 

But a strange thing was happening. The pain of the knots on her flesh was 
just as high, but there was an awful sensuality to it. Particularly when the 
rubber landed on her clit, the explosion had dark seeds of pleasure in it. 
Her body heaved to the beat of a driving sensuality, her pussy began running 
juices again, wetting the lips of her pussy. As the knots landed, they were 
beating tiny beads of juice away, driving them high in the air to sparkle in 
the room light. 

"Fuuuuck," Will moaned, "her mouth is great!" 

He leaned back farther, thrusting his cock harder into Charmaine's mouth as 
she spasmed across the bar, her hands going crazy on his balls and 
cock-shaft. 

The beat of the rubber knots into her pussy and ass was driving Charmaine 
out of her mind. Her thighs trembled, her ass jerked, shaking the bar to an 
obscene beat. Her ass began jerking up as the knots beat down. Her screams 
of pain echoed out from around Will's cock as it thrust into her throat. Her 
hand trembled, gripped his balls and cock-shaft as feelings swept over 
Charmaine that she had never had before. Her body was going wild to the beat 
of the horrible rubber knots. Her throat opened, the cock slid in deeper, 
ramming in and out as Will began to roar with rising lust. 

"Oh yeahhhh, keep going, Rich, I'm gonna shoot!" His cock thrust up, ramming 
high into Charmaine's throat, He took the loose end of the belt and lashed 
it across Charmaine's tits, keeping time with Rich's whipping. 

Charmaine felt her tits burning as the belt beat them. It was nowhere as bad 
as the knots on her ass and pussy; in fact the feeling was almost warm and 
sensual, filling in between the beats of the pain, driving her into a 
screaming, moaning mass of helpless flesh on the bar. 

"Oh yeahhh, I'm cumming!" Will yelled. "This whore's got a great throat, 
boys, a great throat." His cock beat harder at her mouth. "Work my balls!" 

In a haze of pain and an awful, surging passion she had never known before, 
Charmaine dropped into a pit of dark desire. She held Will's balls, stroking 
his cock-shaft as it trembled and swelled, thrusting at her throat. She felt 
the cum surging around in his balls, beating out, down his cock-shaft. 

Suddenly Will grabbed Charmaine's hair, eased his cock back until his 
throbbing cockhead was in her mouth, ready to shoot. 

"Taste it, whore! Suck it all down and don't let any out, or you're in 
trouble." His hips jerked, his cock blurred past Charmaine's lips and 
suddenly a thick spurt of cum gushed out of his piss-slit and filled 
Charmaine's mouth. 

The knots lashed her ass, her body jumped and she gurgled as her mouth 
filled with sticky, horrible cum. She knew better than to let any of it out. 
It tasted awful, salty, gooey, but she had other things to worry about. Her 
ass exploded with more pain as Rich lashed her with incredible fury while 
Will shot his load. 

"Take it!" Will bellowed as he rammed his cock into Charmaine's throat. 

She swallowed compulsively. More of it poured out of Will's cock as it 
thrust into her throat. The knots lashed her cut, driving her into a 
screaming fit on the bar, shaking the entire apparatus. Thick jizz filled 
her mouth, the cock throbbed and shot another thick rope of cum and she 
swallowed, taking it all down as she squeezed his balls and shaft, milking 
the rest of the cum out of his cock. 

Will yelled as his cock poured out another, final gush of fuck-juice into 
Charmaine's mouth. He settled back, gasping with satisfaction, his cock 
still oozing cum deep in Charmaine's throat. 

Rich stopped whipping her and Charmaine sobbed with relief, her body still 
rolling on the bar, her thighs straining as the bonds bit into her ankles, 
cutting through her expensive stockings. 

"Not bad." Will thrust his cock at her one more time and pulled away, 
leaving Charmaine hanging over the bar, sobbing helplessly. 

She reached up and rubbed her ass, letting her fingers rub her throbbing 
pussy as well. But that made her gasp with a surging passion she couldn't 
take. Guiltily she stopped, just rubbing her ass as her body rocked on the 
bar. 

"Please," she begged, "I did what you said, please take me down." 

Lucy reached past Charmaine and pulled the platform. It slid past 
Charmaine's hair until there was enough of it for Lucy to lie out on if she 
wanted. 

But first she sat, her legs across it, and grinned at Charmaine. "Happy?" 

"You bitch!" Charmaine wept, struggling. 

In answer Lucy got up and grabbed the cane. 

"No, no, I didn't mean-aaggghhhhhh!" Charmaine screamed as the cane lashed 
her inflamed ass. 

"Now, let's try that again," Lucy said. "Happy?" 

"Yes, thank you, mistress," Charmaine sobbed. She rolled on the bar, but 
couldn't move. The pain in her legs, ass and tits was driving her crazy. 

"Good, now how about some pussy sucking?" 

Charmaine almost screamed at her, but the thin cane was there and she knew 
better. "Y-yes, mistress." 

"Oh, yes, first tell me how much you'd love to suck my pussy," Lucy said. 

"Y-yes, mistress, I'd love to suck your pussy!" 

"Good!" Lucy laid the cane on the bench, just to remind Charmaine and slowly 
stripped her tiny white panties down her legs. Charmaine could see that they 
were wet and that made her want to throw up again. But she had already 
swallowed a man's sperm, this couldn't be that bad. 

"You know?" Lucy said easily, sitting across the bench again. "I got 
something to show you." 

Charmaine felt a new creep of menace in the air. The men were all around. 
Rich held the knotted rubber strips, and Kent and Will just lounged there, 
big grins on their faces. 

"See these?" Lucy said. She held out a pair of paper clips, ones with 
immensely strong springs. 

Charmaine gasped. 

"You're gonna have these on your tits while you suck me!" 

"Oh no, please, Rich whipped my tits and I..." 

"What the fuck? Can't take them?" Lucy sneered. "Watch this, and I don't 
want any misery from you, bitch." 

Charmaine gasped and sobbed as she watched. Lucy took one of the paper clips 
and lifted it to her tit. She smiled at Charmaine and worked her nipple out 
until it was crinkled and standing up. Then she put the jaws of the paper 
clip around it and held it there, grinning at Charmaine. 

"Watch," she said, and let the clip go. The jaws slammed shut on her nipple. 
Lucy gasped and moaned with the most degrading lust. Without another word 
she picked up the second clip and raised it to her other tit. She massaged 
her nipple until it stood out and then held the clip over it as before. Her 
eyes misty with lust, she pulled the jaws as wide open as they would go and 
let them go. She gasped as the terrible clips bit into her nipples. She 
raised her hands, but instead of pulling the clips off, she played with 
them, pulling her tits on the force of the jaws around her nipples, rolling 
them, twisting them until she was moaning with passion. 

It was terrible to watch, particularly because Lucy's face was so innocent, 
fresh and lovely. And there she was, twisting clamps on her nipples, 
torturing her own flesh. 

"Now," Lucy said, breathing hard, her pussy throbbing as she took the paper 
clips off. She held them out to Charmaine. "Put them on yourself, and you'll 
save yourself a lot of pain. How about it?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Charmaine stared at the terrible jaws of the paper clips and screamed. Her 
whole body ached, her tits, her ass, and her legs from the stretching of the 
bonds that held her helplessly on the base. 

"If you don't put them on," Lucy said, "I'll just whip your tits until you 
beg me, really beg me, to be allowed to put them on. How about it, honey?" 

She smiled nastily and stroked her hot pussy that was running with her pussy 
juices. 

"You bitch, bitch!" Charmaine screamed. She slapped at Lucy's hand, sending 
the paper clips flying across the room. 

"Okay," Lucy said. "Perhaps Charlie's right, perhaps this whore is just 
useless." 

"Never," Rich said. "Just carry on until she's under control." 

"You bastard!" Charmaine shrieked, but then screamed louder at the sight of 
Lucy getting back across the bench with the knotted rubber straps in her 
hand. 

Charmaine grabbed for Lucy, but the sultry brunette dodged easily, and then 
took the end of the belt and pulled on it. Desperately Charmaine grabbed for 
her throat as the belt tightened, cutting off her air. Lucy let go of the 
other end and the pressure eased. 

"Try that again and you know what happens," she said. 

She reached up and ripped Charmaine's flimsy slip to the hem; then tore at 
it, ripping the material away until she threw the tattered piece of clothing 
to the floor. She swung the knotted rubber. The knots beat into Charmaine's 
tits, and the helpless blonde screamed with the sudden, terrifying pain. She 
tried to block the swinging blow, but Lucy leaned on the belt again and 
Charmaine gasped for air, tearing at her throat as another terrible stroke 
of the knots beat her soft tit-flesh. 

"Beg me to stop, whore!" 

"You bitch!" Charmaine choked, straining to grab the tight belt around her 
neck. 

She pulled it farther open, gasping, sobbing, screaming as the air flooded 
her lungs and the rubber straps bit into her tit-flesh. Her tits were a 
crimson mass of pain, swaying under the constant lashing. The slap of the 
whip sounded above her screams as the knotted rubber bit into her flesh, 
sending her spasming across the bar. 

Suddenly she felt fingers playing with her pussy. She screamed and reached 
up to stop it, but Rich lashed the cane across her ass and she stopped. He 
reached back and took her pussy lips, spreading them, running his finger 
gently over her cit. 

Charmaine screamed as sudden flashes of the most terrible depravity swept 
out of her cunt. Her pussy creamed with juices under Rich's skillful 
fingering, even as the rubber knots cut across her tits, driving more pain 
into her helpless body. 

"You ready to put the clips on?" Lucy demanded, lashing the knots across 
Charmaine's tits again. 

"Yes. Yes!" Charmaine shrieked in desperate humiliation. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, mistress, m-m-mistress, yesssss!" 

"Beg me," Lucy said, lashing Charmaine's tits with cruel, slapping blows. 

"Aaaagghhh!" Charmaine screamed. Another stroke of the knots left her 
screaming in agony. "Please, please Lucy, let me put the clips on my tits, 
mistress!" 

Lucy stopped the lashing and Rich took his hands away. "Take her down," he 
said. "Kent looks like he'll bust if he doesn't get his cock up something." 

Charmaine moaned with relief as her legs were untied and she was almost 
thrown across the bench. Gasping in pain, she rubbed her tits and sat up to 
see Lucy holding out the clips to her. 

Her fingers trembled as she held out her hands and took them. She stared at 
the monsters, unable to believe that she had just agreed to put them on her 
own nipples. 

"Go ahead," Lucy said. She waited, a devilish grin on her face as she 
stroked the knots through her fingers. 

Charmaine felt her throat tightening as she stared at the clips. She looked 
around the room, but all of them were waiting for her. 

Charmaine knew that things would be unbearable if she refused. With her 
hands almost trembling out of control, she lifted the clips to her already 
pulped and sore nipples. She pushed hard, opened the jaws and felt like 
throwing up as she realized just how strong the spring was. These things 
would crush her nipples flat. 

"Do it!" Lucy said. "I'm not waiting much longer." 

Charmaine gurgled with terrible anticipation as she slid one of the clips 
around her nipple and held it open. As slowly as she could, she let the clip 
close on her crinkled, painful nipple bud. 

The agony rushed out as the terrible steel closed on her flesh. She moaned, 
desperately holding the jaws open. 

"Take your hand off!" Lucy was already breathing heavily as she watched 
Charmaine's humiliation. Her fingers went down to her pussy, rubbing the hot 
red flesh. 

Charmaine moaned as she somehow managed to let go of the clip. The agony was 
worse than she had thought. It surged out of her crushed nipple in endless 
waves, beating all over her body as the dreadful steel of the jaws closed 
and bit into her flesh. She fell forward, holding her tits, trying not to 
pull the horrible thing off. 

"And the other one." 

Charmaine screamed and gyrated on the bench, staring at them, tears rushing 
out of her eyes. The clip bounced on her nipple, driving more agony out of 
her flesh. 

Lucy raised the knots and lashed Charmaine's free tit with them. "Now!" 

In a haze of pain, Charmaine lifted the clip to her other tit and held it 
there, thinking that two such agonies would drive her out of her mind. She 
worked the clip around her nipple and let it go, trying to do it as slowly 
as possible. 

But the pain rushed out to join the other agony and Charmaine rocked on the 
bench, her body pulsing with agony. She held her tits, desperate to pull the 
clips away, but knowing what would happen if she did. 

"Come here!" Lucy got up and walked to the table where she sprawled on her 
back, drawing her legs up high over her head. "Suck!" 

Charmaine staggered over and leaned down over the table. The clips dragged 
over the surface as she reached for Lucy's hot pussy. She braced herself 
with her hands, but still her tits scraped the table top as she was forced 
to lean down, her mouth close to Lucy's cunt. 

The curly mass of cunt hair was sticky-wet with Lucy's pussy juices. Her 
pussy lips were spread, open, waiting, with the inner lips and the clit bud 
peeping out, ready for Charmaine's mouth. The waves of agony from her tits 
rushed over her as she surrendered and leaned in, flicking her tongue out 
over the wet pussy lips. 

"Come on, bitch, suck pussy!" Lucy drew her legs higher and took a handful 
of Charmaine's soft blonde hair. "Suck on it!" 

Charmaine gave in and allowed her face to be pressed into the soft mass of 
red cunt. The strong pussy odor of another woman was a strange, compelling 
smell as she licked, her tongue out, she ran it down the hard bud of Lucy's 
clit. She reached up and put her hands on Lucy's thighs, feeling the lacy 
suspender straps and the creamy flesh above the stocking tops. Her mouth 
pressed into the woman's soft cunt and she gently sucked the clit into her 
mouth, licking over it, feeling Lucy jump and twist on the table. 

"All right," Lucy yelled, "that's better, gimme more, bitch, more!" 

Charmaine did as she was told, sucking at the warm wet cunt, lapping up the 
pussy juices as they ran down her chin. 

"Spread your legs," Kent said, and slapped Charmaine's ass. 

She jumped, moaning with the extra pain that surged through her body. She 
still had her high heels on and she opened her legs, the heels and torn 
stockings adding an extra edge to Kent's lust as he reached in and fondled 
Charmaine's pussy. 

"Fuck," he said, "she's really wet." 

"Sure she is, she'll be begging for it soon," Rich said. 

Charmaine burst into tears. The idea that she would beg for this treatment 
was more than she could stand. She sobbed as she sucked Lucy's cunt, the hot 
trembling cunt-flesh filling her mouth. 

Very slowly, Kent's thick fuck-rod worked at her pussy entrance. She moaned 
as her cunt lips were forced open, spreading to the demands of the rampaging 
cock. Kent pushed, and his cock invaded another inch, forcing its way 
brutally into Charmaine's fuck-channel until she gasped and moaned, 
trembling with horrible depraved desire. 

The cock drew back, thrusting in again, ramming her pussy walls open, 
digging deeper into her hot cunt. The spasms of passion came back, sweeping 
out over her to the beat of the horrible male fuck-rod in her cunt. 

Kent grunted, slapping Charmaine's ass as he rammed in a bit more. 

"Fuck, it's tight, but it's sure good." He slammed his cock harder and it 
worked farther into the quivering fuck-hole. He stroked his cock in again, 
drew it back, fucked home, farther, then back again, then, with one last 
heave, he rammed his cock right to the top of Charmaine's heaving pussy. 

Charmaine moaned, her body rising on an awful fire of lust. Even the agony 
still rolling from her tits had changed. It still came out in long waves of 
pain, but they were softer and blended with the sensations coming from her 
pussy, making her feel warm, making her cunt gush fuck-juices that helped 
Kent ram his monstrous cock into her cunt. She sobbed as she sucked at 
Lucy's cunt, taking more of the heaving flesh in, sucking harder, thrusting 
her tongue into the entrance of Lucy's tight little pussy. 

Lucy gripped Charmaine's hair, ramming the blonde's face harder into her 
pussy. "Suck me, whore! Suck my clit between your teeth and suck me! Come 
on, bitch!" 

Charmaine sobbed as she did what she was told. She sucked Lucy's clit 
between her teeth and sucked down on the heaving flesh, getting a scream of 
depraved lust from the brunette. 

"More!" Lucy yelled, and Charmaine sucked harder, sawing the hard bud around 
with her tongue, sucking, licking until Lucy was heaving on the table, her 
pussy spasming. 

"Come on, bitch!" Kent demanded, slamming his cock into Charmaine's cunt, 
faster and harder, lifting her off her feet with each ramming fuck. He 
moaned, his cock swelling and throbbing in Charmaine's fuck-channel. 

Charmaine gasped and moaned as the onrush of the most terrible, depraved 
feelings threatened to burst over her. Her pussy was in flames of lust, 
burning into her body, making her roll and jump. The lust burned up, into 
her tits, beating at the pain rushing from her crushed nipples, turning even 
that into desperate, degrading desire. She sobbed, heaving her tits across 
the table, trying to make the pain more than she could stand, so she 
wouldn't feel this uncontrollable lust. 

But even that made the rising, mingling pain and passion worse. Her ass was 
jerking, heaving back for the cock raping her pussy. Her tits scraped the 
table top, dragging the clips, sending more waves of lust out of her 
nipples. 

Then Lucy heaved Charmaine up by her blonde hair and stared right at her. 

"Okay, whore, not bad, now lick out my ass, bitch, lick your tongue right 
into my asshole." 

Charmaine screamed. She rolled and sobbed. "No, not that, I'll suck your 
pussy, but not that, nooooo!" 

"Hold her arms, Kent!" Lucy snapped. 

Kent leaned in, his cock still pumping into her pussy, and grabbed her 
gloved arms, twisting them hard behind her back. He stretched them straight 
out, so that he could force Charmaine to bend any way he wanted. He pressed 
her hard against the table, his cock high in her cunt, stroking away as he 
waited for Lucy. 

Lucy sat up and took hold of the paper clips torturing Charmaine's nipples. 
Lucy took the clips and twisted them, torturing Charmaine's nipples with the 
terrible jaws. "How about licking my ass?" 

"Oh God, no!" Charmaine sobbed. Her body heaving to the beat of Kent's cock 
ravaging her cunt, her arms ached as they were pulled even harder. 

Lucy pulled at the clips, heaving Charmaine's luscious tits out. Then she 
held the jaws, increasing the terrible pressure on Charmaine's nipples. 

Charmaine tossed wildly as the clips bit even harder into her nipple flesh. 
The agony surged through her tits, as Lucy held and twisted harder, working 
the nipples until they were filled with pain. 

But the worst was the surge of lust that came with it. Charmaine felt her 
pussy tremble, sucking at the cock slamming in and out of her. Her tits 
throbbed and heaved, and the terrible demands of her body sent her head 
spinning. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "I'll lick your ass!" 

"Lick right into my ass, bitch!" Lucy gave the clips another vicious twist. 

"Yesssss! I'll lick into your ass." 

"Mistress." 

"Mistress!" Charmaine screeched. 

"Good!" Lucy leaned back, spreading her legs, lifting them until Charmaine 
could get her mouth over the crack of her ass. 

Kent didn't let go of her arms. He twisted them harder as he forced 
Charmaine's mouth down, over the globes of Lucy's ass-cheeks. 

"Suck it," he said. 

Charmaine licked, her tongue going between Lucy's ass-cheeks, caressing the 
flesh, moving closer to the hot brown hole. 

"Come on, bitch! Lick my out ass." 

Charmaine's moan was stifled by the way Kent rammed her face between Lucy's 
ass- cheeks. She licked helplessly, feeling her tongue run over the puckered 
entrance to Lucy's asshole. 

"Do it, whore!" Lucy demanded. 

Charmaine licked, feeling the brown hole twitch and heave under her tongue. 
She moaned, tasting the strong earthy taste of Lucy's ass. She licked again, 
feeling the asshole throb and heave. She licked harder, and the hole opened 
a little, allowing her tongue to run inside. 

"Yeahhh, just like that, do it!" Lucy yelled. "Get deeper, deeper!" 

"Come on, bitch, suck her ass, bitch!" Kent forced Charmaine's mouth harder 
onto Lucy's hot ass. His cock was pumping faster into Charmaine's cunt, 
driving to the top with each thrust. His cock swelled and throbbed, the cum 
boiling in his balls, waiting to get out. 

It was all too much for Charmaine. The throbbing fuck was driving her out of 
her mind. The pain from her nipples flowed in endless waves, making her lust 
even more depraved; she was close to losing her grip on herself. 

"Yeahhhh, here it comes, jizz for the bitch!" Kent held Charmaine, his cock 
thrusting in and out of her trembling cunt. "Make sure you suck her ass 
good, whore!" 

Lucy held her legs high over her head and rammed her ass at Charmaine's 
mouth. "Stick your tongue in, whore, stick it in deep! Oh fuck, I'm cumming, 
make me cum and I'll take the clips off, bitch, do it!" 

Charmaine lost all control. The rising lust from the pain in her tits, the 
ramming fuck in her cunt, mixing and surging through her, finally exploded. 
The depraved climax that had been threatening her for so long, finally broke 
free. 

Her gurgling moans beat out from between Lucy's ass-cheeks as she licked at 
the woman's brown crinkled asshole, forcing her tongue in deeper, feeling 
Lucy's ass clutch at her wriggling tongue. Her pussy spasmed and erupted, 
her ass heaved as the massive cock slammed in and streams of hot jizz burst 
out. 

"Fuuuck, she's cumming!" Kent yelled. "Her fuckin' cunt's going berserk." 
His cock streamed hot thick ropes of salty goo into Charmaine's cunt as the 
helpless blonde screamed and went wild. 

Her tongue rammed into Lucy's ass, licking deeper, feeling the walls spasm 
round it as her own body erupted, heaving in helpless passion. her tits 
throbbed to the beat of her cum, her nipples burning with the horrible 
mixture of lust and pain. Her body twisted, gyrating on the table top as 
Lucy gave a final heave and scream of lust and fell back, rubbing her pussy 
slit. 

"Yeaahhhh, bitch," Lucy said, "that wasn't bad." She leaned forward and took 
hold of the clips. "Want me to take them off?" 

She knew Charmaine was still cumming, heaving to the demands of Kent's cock 
as it shot into her pussy. She was twisted back, held up by Kent as he 
slammed his cock deep into her helpless cunt, pouring cum out at the peak of 
each ramming fuck. 

Charmaine sobbed, her blonde head shaking as she heaved back on Kent's cock, 
her ass thrusting wantonly to get more of his spurting fuck-rod. 

With a final moan of satisfaction, Kent's cock shot the last of its load 
into her and he let go of Charmaine's arms. He still pressed her into the 
table as his cock came down, pulsing and oozing cum into her pussy. 

Charmaine fell forward, ignoring Lucy, her tits scraping the table as she 
reached the shattering peak of her climax. She gave the clips one last 
twist, forcing the jaws even tighter onto her nipples, and crested, 
screaming, falling flat on her face, sobbing in shame and relief. 

"Shall I take them off now?" Lucy said. 

"Yes, mistress!" 

Lucy reached under Charmaine, opened the jaws and took the clips away. 
Charmaine sobbed and rubbed her tits as Kent pulled out of her cunt and 
slumped into a chair. 

"I think you're right," Lucy said to Rich. 

 CHAPTER SIX

 "Okay, leave her to me," Rich said. He strolled over and stood by Charmaine 
as she wept softly, still lying on the table. "You guys go have a good time 
with the others, I'm sure Charlie's pretty fucked out by now." 

He took hold of the belt around Charmaine's neck. 

There was a slight chuckle as Lucy left along with Kent and Will. 

"Have a good time, you kids," Rich said with a laugh. "Well now," he said, 
leaning down over Charmaine. "Now you and I are going to get together, learn 
a few things." 

"You fucker, leave me alone, let me go!" Charmaine tried to get up, but Rich 
pushed her back down. 

"You ask before you do anything," he said, "now stay down there." 

"You beast!" Charmaine tried to get up again. 

Rich jerked on the belt and spun her around, tossing her across the room. 
She stumbled and fell, sprawling face-down on the carpet, grabbing for the 
belt to loosen it. As she struggled, trying to get up, Rich landed across 
her back and took her wrists again, lashing them together as she kicked and 
screamed, trying to land her foot in his back. 

"You learn real slow. So I'm gonna have to get tougher." Rich grabbed the 
belt and pulled her back to her feet. Holding her tightly, he dragged her to 
the wall and unclipped a rope with a hook on it that hung there. 

"No, you bastard, no!" Charmaine yelled as the rope swung free and swayed 
out, swinging slowly from a pulley almost in the middle of the room. She 
kicked at him as he dragged her out and clipped the hook over the bindings 
between her wrists. Still without talking, he took one of her ankles and 
pulled it out to a ring bolt in the floor. As she screamed and struggled, 
her arms behind her back, he lashed her ankle, in its high- heeled shoe, to 
the ring bolt and reached over for the other one. 

"You fucker, I'll get you," Charmaine wailed, but with one leg tied and her 
arms helpless, she was in danger of losing her balance. 

He dragged her other leg out and lashed that too. Charmaine struggled, her 
legs spread as wide as they would go, her arms lashed behind her back, and 
with the rope clipped through the bonds on her wrist. 

Then Rich went to the wall and pulled on the other end of the rope. The rope 
heaved in, pulling her wrists up. 

"You bastard!" Charmaine screamed, but he heaved again and her body was 
forced forward, bending at the waist. Her arms were being hauled 
relentlessly upward, and her legs were tied, so she could only fall forward, 
the pain in her arms increasing all the time. 

Rich stopped the rope when Charmaine was bent so that her face was as low as 
her ass and her arms stretched up behind her, straining painfully. 

"Now," he said, "don't go away." 

Charmaine struggled, but there was little she could do. Her shoulder blades 
were almost digging into each other as she stood there, her widespread legs 
doing little to keep the weight off her arms. 

She heard him come back but didn't see the whip until it was thrust under 
her nose. 

"See that?" Rich said. "I'm gonna whip you with it until you see some 
sense." 

It was a short-handled whip, with a long plaited leather trail at least six 
feet long. 

"You bastard," Charmaine moaned, "how can you do this?" 

"Because I have a lot of money riding on you," he said, "didn't I tell you?" 

He put the whip down and took out a pack of cigarettes. Watching Charmaine 
all the time he lit one. "Smoke?" 

"No. Let me down." 

"Let me show you just how good I am with this whip," Rich said. "Just hold 
this, don't drop it, I get angry if people drop things." 

He stuck the cigarette between Charmaine's lips and she dared not let it go. 
The smoke drifted up into her eyes. 

"Don't move," Rich said. He cracked the whip once in the air and swung it 
again. 

The cigarette leaped out of Charmaine's mouth and dashed across the floor, 
rolling to a stop fully twelve feet away. 

"See?" Rich said. "So I'm gonna whip you just where I want to. Or where you 
want me to. Think about it." 

"You fucker!" 

"Oh come now," he said, stroking her tits with the curling tail of the whip, 
"who was it that just came over there with clamps on her tits, sucking 
another woman's ass and getting a great big cock up her cunt?" 

"You liar, I didn't!" 

"Okay, have it your way," Rich said. 

He left and went behind her. Charmaine turned her head and saw that he was 
lining the whip up on her ass. 

"Oh," he said, "would you like to see?" He walked over to the mirror and 
wheeled it in front of Charmaine. "There, I wouldn't want you to get a crick 
in your neck." 

Charmaine watched the whip swing, toss in the air and lash toward her 
helpless ass. The plaited leather cut her flesh. Her ass jerked, her legs 
turned to jelly, and she fell forward, held up only by her arms. 

The whip lashed in again, cutting deep red lines into her ass. Then again, 
the curling leather tail whipping her ass into a beaten, pulped mass of 
agonized flesh. 

"Aagghhh! You bastard. I hate you, stop!" In the mirror Charmaine saw the 
tail of the whip coming in again. Her ass exploded again with the most 
terrible pain. Her stockinged legs shook as she fell forward, losing her 
balance, all her weight coming on her arms. She struggled to get back, get 
some of the pressure on her legs, screaming again as the whip cut into her 
ass. "You bastard! You sadistic bastard!" 

"Now," Rich said as he lashed the swaying, heaving Charmaine, "it's time for 
some lessons. First, you're getting real slack at the master bit. Let's try 
it." He whipped the leather tail into Charmaine's suffering ass. "Say, 
you're a shit, master." 

"Aagghh! You're a shit, master!" 

"That's better," Rich said. "You can call me what you like as long as you 
say master. Okay?" 

He whipped her again. 

"You fucker, fucker, master!" Charmaine screamed, finding it a strange 
outlet for her anger and pain. "I hate you, you're a sadist, master!" 

"Good, good! Now say, I'm a bitch, and I deserve this, master." His arm 
swung again, and Charmaine jumped as the blow cut her suffering flesh. 

"Aaaggh! I'm a bitch and I deserve this, master." Charmaine screeched, her 
body heaving, her legs trembling at the endless pain rushing over her. 

"Good, now try this," Rich said. 

His arm swung again and the tail of the whip soared toward Charmaine. She 
screamed at the sight of it, then almost leaped out of the bonds holding her 
ankles, screeching in rising desperation. 

The very end of the tail was all that touched her, but that lashed right 
over her clit. The agony was terrible, but, more than that, a deep driving 
passion rose with it, sending Charmaine screaming in long helpless wails. 
Her pussy erupted and her puffy cunt lips spread wide open as if to avoid 
the next blow. 

It whipped her in exactly the same spot. The agony surged through her, but 
her pussy was running juices already and her body throbbed with the dark, 
seething desire that she couldn't stop. 

"You, you, bastard, master!" Charmaine screamed. "Let me down you 
ass-licker! You shit, you sadistic master!" 

The tail of the whip cut right into the tight knot of her ass-muscles. The 
deep throbbing agony grew worse, seething through her as the whip cut into 
her ass again. 

"Ass-licker, huh? We'll see who's licked the most asses in a little while." 
Rich lashed the whip into her clit, sending Charmaine dancing and seething, 
her arms strained back, her clit a crimson bud of pain. 

Charmaine's sobs and screams echoed through the room as the whip cut at her 
clit, then swung up to lash her tight asshole. 

Then he whipped her ass-cheeks, the tail landing with horrible force, until 
Charmaine twisted, screaming at him, begging him to stop. But he just went 
back and whipped her clit, lashing it in a series of hard, pinpoint attacks. 

Charmaine screamed as her clit erupted with the agony of the whip. But Rich 
knew exactly what to do with her. The whip cut her clit and then went at her 
ass, whipping precisely into the tight ring around her asshole. The surging 
passion rose to unbearable heights. Charmaine screamed, twisted, begging him 
to stop, but her body was already dancing to the beat of the whip, her pussy 
throbbing with lust. 

"Please, master, oh, stop, I'll do whatever you want, master!" She jerked 
and heaved, drops of pussy juice splashing off her cunt as he whipped it. 
The wet tip of the whip cut into her asshole, getting another helpless 
scream of lust from her. She stared helplessly down the twitching length of 
the belt as it swung from her neck, the free end beating and slapping at the 
floor. 

"Come on, bitch," Rich yelled, lashing her clit, "show me what a whore you 
are!" 

The whip beat at her pussy, more juices flowed out of it, betraying 
Charmaine's arousal. She couldn't help it. Her hips were moving to the beat 
of the whip, lunging back as it lashed in, her thighs spreading, trembling 
for the next lash. 

"Youuu, bastarrddd!" Charmaine screamed. Her ass heaved and the surges of 
climax burst over her like lava spouting from a volcano. "Aaagghhh! Master, 
master! Help meeee!" 

Rich lashed the heaving, screaming woman, her ass jerking, her pussy 
throbbing with the incredible power of her release. With a few more great 
heaves, Charmaine thrust her ass back, taking the full power of the whip on 
her clit. Then, with an unearthly scream of satisfaction, she crested, went 
rigid and fell, her body twisting helplessly on the rope. 

Rich stopped the whip and went to the wall, letting go of the rope. 
Charmaine fell to the floor, sobbing, her body still undulating with the 
power of her climax. 

Rich came up and stood over her. "Still didn't cum, huh?" 

"Fuck off!" Charmaine moaned. "Fuck off, master," she added hurriedly. 

"Are you ready to behave and do as I say, or do you want to go back up and 
take another one?" 

Charmaine rubbed her ass with her bound hands, feeling the hot, pulped 
flesh. "I'll behave, master. Oh, I promise!" 

"Good," he said, and bent down, untying her wrists. The rope swung loose. 
"Get yourself free!" 

Charmaine struggled with the bonds on her ankles. They were tight, had torn 
one of her stockings, but at least she could get them free. She tugged at 
the belt, getting it off and throwing it aside. 

He stood, waiting. Charmaine rubbed her whipped ass and clit, but discovered 
that the very touch sparked the feelings that had led her to that degrading 
orgasm. Torn between the desire to soothe her beaten flesh and the fear of 
showing any more arousal, she held herself tightly and moaned, rolling onto 
her back on the hard floor. 

"Okay, on your knees!" 

He didn't even have to be holding the whip. Charmaine knew there was no way 
out, she had to obey him. Dimly she thought about revenge, but there was so 
much pain, humiliation and confusion in her mind, she couldn't think about 
anything for more than a few seconds. She rolled onto all fours and knelt 
up, waiting for his instructions. 

"Crawl over to the wall and get that robe hanging there," he said, sitting 
down in the comfortable arm chair. 

Charmaine swung around and crawled over, the carpet tearing another hole in 
her stockings. She took down the robe and crawled back, dragging it in her 
hand until she was at his feet- crouched, waiting. 

"Take my boots off," he said. 

Charmaine was still sobbing as she reached up and pulled at his boots. They 
slid off his feet, and she put them aside as he told her to. 

"Socks," he said. 

It was a terrible humiliation for the once-proud Charmaine as she pulled 
Rich's socks off his feet. But there was also a disgusting excitement in it 
that she couldn't explain to herself; her slavery was turning her on. 

Rich stood up. "Take my shirt off!" 

Charmaine crawled up to him. She was so close to him, she could feel the 
animal magnetism surging off him, invading her, making her weak with 
submission and desire. She fought it, but it got stronger all the time. Her 
fingers trembled on his buttons, but she went down until she had his shirt 
open to the waist. 

"Belt." 

Charmaine almost choked as she reached for the buckle. She could see the 
huge bulge in his pants and knew she was going to be raped by that enormous 
cock. She was breathing fast, her pulse fluttering as she unclipped the 
buckle and spread the belt. 

"Unzip me," he ordered. 

Charmaine could hardly hold the zip as she eased it down, feeling the 
rock-hard pressure of his cock against her hands. She trembled all over, 
spreading the sides of his pants and waiting. 

"Take them off," he said. 

Charmaine reached for his pants and eased them down his thighs. With only 
his briefs left, she could see the outline of his cock even better and it 
made her weak with fear and lust. 

Charmaine had an almost uncontrollable desire to kiss, lick, caress her way 
down his hard body, beg to do anything for him. She couldn't understand what 
he did to her, she fought it, biting her lip, suppressing her helpless 
moans. 

"Get me the robe," he said. 

Charmaine reached down, picked it up and put it on him, making sure it slid 
up his arms properly and was comfortable. She couldn't take her eyes off his 
cock as it bulged against the front of his briefs. 

And then came the moment she wanted and dreaded so much. 

"Take 'em off," he said. 

Without being told, Charmaine slumped to her knees. She couldn't stand, she 
was too weak with horror and desire. She reached for the top of the briefs, 
pulled on them. They slid, caught on the throbbing top of his cock. Moaning 
and sobbing, Charmaine pulled them clear, exposing his monstrous cock-head. 

It was a thick, bulbous, purple monster and she felt as if she'd been 
skewered by it the moment she saw it. She pulled the briefs farther, 
exposing the thick cock-shaft that was throbbing with pent-up lust. The 
briefs pulled down, over his thighs and she could see his massive round 
balls, churning in their heavy sac. 

He stepped out of the briefs and sat in the chair. 

"Suck me off," he said, "and do it right, or you'll be back on the rope, 
getting taught the right way. Got that?" 

"Yes, master." 

She crawled in and knelt there, her mouth inches from the huge throbbing 
cock. Just the girth of it made her gasp with fear and horrible desire. 

Her mouth watered as she reached out and held the massive cock-shaft. He 
waited, spreading his knees as she moved in closer. She slowly rubbed the 
shaft, feeling it throb in her hands. She had never dreamed of putting a 
man's cock in her mouth, would have thrown up at the idea, but now she could 
hardly keep her lips from worshipping it. She hated herself, but she 
couldn't help it. 

Very slowly she leaned in and licked the flesh of the cock-head. It jumped a 
little and a drop of pre-cum juice appeared at the very tip, wobbling at the 
entrance to the tiny slit. 

"Shit," Rich said, "lick it off, gently. I'm so fucking hot, bitch, you 
gotta cool me down." 

Charmaine felt the heat of his desire. She leaned in, her soft mouth 
caressing his throbbing cock-head as she licked off the drop of precum 
juice. It tasted salty as she shamefully ran it around her mouth, sobbing at 
the desire and fear running through her. She leaned in again, letting her 
soft lips close over the cock-head, letting it slide into her mouth, filling 
her cheeks until the throbbing tip reached the entrance to her throat. She 
held it there, licking over the flesh, sliding it gently back and forth, 
just at the back of her mouth. Her hands caressed the shaft, working slowly, 
feeling his rage and lust all gathering into his cock to shoot out into her 
mouth. 

He gasped. "I'm gonna cum already, you incredibly talented bitch, your mouth 
is-aahhhh!" 

Charmaine's blonde head tossed frantically. She felt the cock swell in her 
mouth, jumping with lust as the cum rushed out of his balls. He was going to 
shoot jism into her mouth. She fought herself, trying to hold back the 
raging desire that swept over her. She hated the idea, was sick at the 
thought of being forced to take a mouthful of a man's cock-juice. But she 
wanted it so badly. Her pulse soared, she felt a surge of helpless climax 
rising in her as her soft mouth closed on Rich's throbbing, jerking cock. 
She felt the white-hot cum shooting up his shaft, gushing toward her mouth, 
making the channel in the underside of his cock pulse frantically... 

 Chapter SEVEN

 As the first jet of hot cum burst into the back of her mouth, Charmaine's 
passions overwhelmed her. She rammed her mouth down harder, feeling another 
sticky spurt of cock-juice gushing into her mouth. 

"Aaahhhh! Fuuuck!" Rich gasped, his hips heaving as the thick ropes of 
pent-up lust erupted from his cock. "Ohhhh, take it, whore, take it!" 

He grabbed Charmaine's blonde hair and held her mouth on his cock as it 
spurted white salty goo. 

Charmaine was a seething mass of passions she didn't understand. Her pussy 
throbbed with lust as cum filled her mouth. Her body trembled, she swallowed 
some of the jism, feeling the gooey mass slip down her throat. Another great 
burst of it filled her mouth, washing over her tongue as Rich's cock swelled 
and erupted, spurting more spunk with each heaving thrust. 

Charmaine moaned, not even knowing if she was cumming or not as her head 
spun and she rammed her mouth deeper, sucking and licking, tasting the 
sticky, salty cum. She ran her hand down to her pussy, stroked her aching 
clit bud as she swallowed more cum, her head pumping up and down on Rich's 
cock. 

"Jeeezzz, not bad!" Rich moaned, his cock thrusting at the back of 
Charmaine's throat. "Ohhh, that's not bad at all, you little fucker, you 
knew this stuff all along, heyyy?" 

He gasped, thrusting again as Charmaine's mouth trembled and sucked at his 
throbbing, shooting cock-head. His open robe flapped as his jerking ass 
forced his cock hard into her mouth. 

Charmaine's moans lust burst out from around his cock as the stream of goo 
slowed, easing off to a slow oozing. She moved her head back and licked at 
the cock-slit, licking up the cum as it dribbled out. Her hand held his 
shaft while she still rubbed at her clit, sending explosions of lust all 
over her body. 

"Ohhh, fuck!" she moaned. "What are you doing to me?" 

Something broke in her and she sobbed in helpless shame, holding his cock, 
still sucking his cock-head, her tears rolling off her mouth and chin and 
down his slowly subsiding prick. 

"Don't stop sucking," he said, "we've got a long way to go." 

Charmaine moaned and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"What do you say when I give you an order?" 

"Y-yes, master," Charmaine sobbed. She let her soft mouth run over his 
cock-head. It trembled against her tongue and was already beginning to swell 
back to its original hardness. 

"You're getting slack on that," he said. 

"Yes, master!" Charmaine wept, sucking his cock, running her mouth around 
the growing hardness with a terrible, gnawing compulsion. 

"Can you give me a good reason why I shouldn't whip you for that?" he asked 
softly. 

"I've been good, I did what you said, I-" 

"Wrong answer, whore!" He grinned down at the sobbing wife. "There's never a 
good reason why I shouldn't whip you. Got that?" 

"Y-yes, master." 

"Good, now go and get the rubber strips, they're over there." 

"Oh no, please. please-" 

He pulled her head up and slapped her face. "Wrong answer. Now what is the 
right one?" 

"Yes, master!" Charmaine screamed, sobbing helplessly. 

"Go and get the rubber strips!" 

"Y-y-yes, master." Slowly she turned and crawled off across the floor to 
where the terrible rubber strips lay. Weeping helplessly, she picked them up 
and crawled back. She hated herself, hated him, was terrified out of her 
mind, but there was also a warm churning in her stomach that she didn't 
understand. Her pussy was wet, her thighs trembled, and she went weak every 
time he looked at her. Sobbing, face-down, she handed him the rubber strips. 

"Good," he said, "now continue sucking my cock." 

"Yes, master!" Charmaine put her mouth around the already rock-hard fucker, 
sucking it gently, feeling it throb in her mouth. 

"Good, now, do you think its hard enough to fuck you?" 

"Oh, yes, master, oh yesss!" Charmaine's pussy spasmed as she thought of 
this massive monster thrusting up her cunt. 

"Good. Then all we have to do is punish you for getting things wrong, and we 
can get on with it. Lean back and hold your ankles." 

Terror and desire rolled across Charmaine as she leaned back, sliding her 
hands along her stockinged legs until she reached her ankles. 

"Spread your legs," he said. 

Charmaine gasped, sobbing helplessly as she spread her knees. He body was 
bent back, her back arched, her tits thrusting out, her pussy open and wet. 
He could do what he liked to her. 

He stood up and loomed over her, trailing the rubber thongs over her 
still-red and bruised tits. "You were a bad girl!" 

"Yes, master," Charmaine whispered, her throat constricted as she stared at 
the rubber knots drawing gently over her tits. 

"Now, is there a good reason why I shouldn't whip you?" 

"No, master, no, there's never a good reason why you shouldn't whip me." 

He stood right behind her, his thighs pressing into her shoulders, the 
rubber knots draped over her tits. "So you deserve to have your tits whipped 
in punishment." 

"Yes, master, yes!" Charmaine sobbed. Her pussy was erupting with the most 
terrible lust. It shook the whole of her body as she watched the knots sweep 
up, hover for a moment, then lash down into her right tit. She screamed, and 
her tits thrust up for the next blow, her thighs jerking, spreading to the 
demands of her pussy. Her left tit heaved and bounced under the terrible 
impact of the knots. Pain gushed over her body, rushing to her cunt where it 
swelled and burned, growing, soaring back over her, creating gushing pussy 
juices. 

As the next blow landed over her tits, she arched up, her legs stretching 
helplessly. Her hands let go of her ankles as she lurched, her body 
thrusting up, trembling as the terrible knots came down. Her pussy thrust at 
him, demanding to be a target of his fury. 

"Say, thank you, master, I deserve this," he said, lashing her tits. 

"Thank you, master, I deserve this!" Charmaine screamed. She threw her head 
back, staring out between his legs as he whipped her. Above her, his massive 
cock swung to the beat of his arms as he whipped her. 

"Do you deserve to have your pussy whipped too?" he demanded, the knots 
beating into her tits with even greater fury. 

"Aaaghhh! Yes, master, yes, I deserve it, I do! I dooo!" 

He leaned a little farther and lashed the knots into her sopping-wet pussy. 
The slap of the rubber on her wet sex-flesh rang around the room. instantly 
she crashed into an orgasm, her thighs spread even more, helplessly wanting 
the return of the knots to whip her throbbing, spasming pussy. It lashed in 
again, drops of pussy juice splattered away from her cunt, and Charmaine 
lost all control. Her screams and wails of lust beat at the walls as she 
collapsed. She twisted, thrusting her cunt up to him, balanced on her 
shoulders and feet, her legs spread wide in her high heels. 

"Ohhh yes, master, I deserve it! I deserve it! Aaaghhh! Yessss!" 

The knots lashed into her cunt with another stroke of pure pain, and she 
screamed in rising fury, thrusting for the knots demanding the agony to make 
her crest and surge over her seething, surging tide of orgasm. 

Rich stopped whipping her. 

Charmaine rolled on the floor, rubbing her clit, sobbing, an animal in pain. 

"On the table!" 

"You bastard!" Charmaine screamed. "You bastard!" 

"On the table," Rich said. He seemed amused. "Only good little girls get 
everything they want. And you're forgetting master again." 

"Aaaghhh-bastard, master, bastard, you fucking jerk, creep, motherfucker!" 
Charmaine screamed at him. She couldn't quite bring herself off, the raging 
orgasm beat at her body, but wouldn't climax and set her free. 

"That's better," he said easily. "Now, on the table. Face up." 

Charmaine turned slowly, crawling toward the table. Her stockings were torn 
to shreds, but she didn't care. There was a raging fire in her body and she 
couldn't put it out. As she crawled, she rubbed her clit, trying to make 
herself climax, but it didn't work. He walked behind her, swinging the 
knots, waiting. 

Sobbing and mewling like a cat in heat, Charmaine crawled up on the table 
and rolled onto the hard wooden top. She moved to his command, her ass just 
over the edge. 

"Pull your legs up and take your hand off your cunt," he ordered. 

Charmaine shivered in helpless surrender. She lifted her legs, spreading 
them wide when he told her to. Her fingers fluttered over her tits, pinching 
at her nipples, trying to soothe the terrible eruption of lust that coursed 
through her. 

"Hold your ankles," he demanded. 

Charmaine shook and trembled as she worked her hands down her legs and held 
her ankles. She spread her legs wide, so that her pussy was open for him. It 
was soaking wet, her blonde pussy hair matted down by the out-pourings of 
her lust. She lay on the table, her body rolling, undulating like a snake 
while the seething passion rolled over her. 

Rich let his robe drop to the floor and advanced on Charmaine, his massive 
cock swinging from his loins. He took the knots and ran them over her pussy. 
Her cunt trembled, more pussy juice flowed out, and her whole ass shook as 
she jerked her clit against the knots. 

"Looks to me like my little whore wants to be whipped before I fuck her," he 
said slowly. "But she'll have to plead real nice to get it." 

Charmaine couldn't face that degradation. She simply had to believe that 
something was wrong, something just out of line, something that would be all 
right when she woke up, when she got out of here. Then she would be her old 
self again and this would just have been a nightmare. 

"Just do what you want, you pervert, rape me, I can't stop you." The knots 
crashed into her clit. 

"Master," he said. 

Charmaine wailed. Her pussy erupted with more rushing agony and pure, 
horrible lust. The knots cut into her pussy, driving her to the brink of 
another cum. She screamed, pulling her legs back, spreading her cunt open. 

"Master!" she shrieked. "Bastard, master! Master, master!" 

"Okay, good," he said and took the knots away. 

Charmaine stared down as Rich's cock rubbed over her clit, moving slowly 
toward the spasming hole of her pussy. 

"Now," he said pleasantly, "we'll see how good a fuck you are." 

He slid his cock up into Charmaine's cunt, slowly, enjoying every second of 
the contact, slipping in easily on the streaming pussy-juices. Inch by inch 
he rammed his cock into her cunt, his hard cock throbbing and heaving as the 
hot warm sheath surrounded it. 

Charmaine's cunt was going wild. The thrusting cock, pushing her cunt walls 
open, filling her passage, beating into her wet hot hole, was driving her 
into sudden spasms of orgasm. The massive prick filled her as she jerked and 
thrust, her cunt sucking at the cock as it slid higher and higher in her 
pussy. 

She pulled on her ankles, thrusting her pussy at him, her body jerking as 
she forced her legs wider in a shameless display of wanton lust. "You 
bastard, you creep, why are you doing this to me?" 

"Pardon?" His cock rammed up her cunt and he lashed the knots into her tits. 

"Master, master, master!" she wailed, her body erupting, spasming, beating 
at the table top. 

"Because I have a lot of money riding on you, whore. I'm gonna train you 
right for your husband." 

Charmaine struggled, pulling her legs down farther as she thrust her pussy 
at his invading cock. She closed her eyes, tears welling out of them as she 
fucked him in the most wanton display of depraved desire. 

The knots eased over her tits, dragging at her flesh. One of the knots 
caught for a moment on her erect nipple before it flicked off, twitching the 
hard flesh bud. 

Charmaine moaned. Her body was still burning, and each thrust of Rich's cock 
made it worse. Still the climaxes got higher, higher still, driving her out 
of her mind. 

"Stop it, master, stop it!" she shrieked. "I can't take any more, I can't!" 

"But you have to," he said quietly. He stroked the knots over her tits 
again, pressing in closer, ramming his cock harder into her pussy. "You have 
to take it until I cum, that's the rules." 

Charmaine moaned as the knots dragged across her tits, driving her into 
frenzies of expectation. She hated the knots, hated the pain, but it was all 
that would make her come to the peak, hit the satisfaction she needed. She 
thrashed on the table, her hands trembling on her ankles. 

His fucking got harder, his cock stroking in and out of her cunt, leaving it 
spasming in near agony until the huge cock returned, filling her hole, 
thrusting her pussy walls out, ramming to the very top of her cunt. He 
stroked the knots over her tits constantly, playing with her, driving her 
mad with the fear and lust. 

Charmaine closed her eyes, her body twitching, heaving out of control on the 
table. His huge cock rammed in, her cunt seething again, demanding to be 
filled to the brim with his massive cock-meat. She heaved at his cock, her 
body frantic to be rammed into a final cum. 

"Yeahhh!" he said softly, drawing the knots across her tits. "You know, you 
only have to beg me, real nice, and I'll whip your tits while I cum." 

"Aaaghhh! No! No! Bastard! Bastard!" Charmaine screamed, while her body 
betrayed her, spasming up into another helpless series of orgasmic 
explosions. 

"Okay," he said softly, "whatever you want." 

He drew the knots down her body, over her stomach, making her heave in 
submissive passion. He leaned in, his cock swelling, moving faster as the 
desire built in him. He gasped, his hands went to her tits and worked them, 
twisting the whipped flesh, pinching her nipples as he leaned in closer, 
ramming his cock to the top of her cunt, faster and harder with each stroke. 

"Oh fuck," he gasped, "you got one hell of a cunt, baby, you got one hell of 
a cunt." His cock slammed in faster, ramming, throbbing at the entrance to 
her uterus. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" 

As his cock pistoned faster and harder, Charmaine thrust down on her ankles, 
spreading her legs wider for him, gripping her legs in their torn stockings 
and high heels, trying to get every inch of his cock, trying to make it give 
her the satisfaction she wanted. She came in another massive series of 
orgasms, her pussy clutching at the slamming cock, her cunt walls throbbing 
to the beat of his fuck. She screamed helplessly, her head thrown back, her 
body thrusting, heaving for more. 

"Ohhhh fuck, here I come!" he yelled. "I'm gonna cream up your cunt, whore!" 
He dropped the knots, his fingers working her nipples as he rammed and 
thrust at her wide-open pussy. He gasped, his hips blurring as he fucked 
deep into her cunt. 

"Ohhh God!" Fuck you, bastard, bastard! Fucker!" Charmaine screamed at the 
top of her lungs as she felt the cock ramming into her, throbbing with the 
cum gushing down its length. "You motherfucker! Ohhh fuck, I hate you, I 
hate you, master!" 

The first jet of Rich's cum gushed out into her cunt. 

"Yeahhhh!" he roared as his cock poured out a massive dose of hot wet goo 
into her cunt. His cock pistoned in and out, mashing his cum into her pussy 
walls as it shot another thick rope of fuck-juice. 

"I hate you, master, hate you!" Charmaine screamed as the seething orgasms 
surged over her. She struggled, rammed at him, but they wouldn't stop. Nor 
would they crest and let her go. She pushed her legs down, thrusting up, her 
cunt erupting with lust as she heaved up for his shooting cock. 

"Ohhh, take it, whore!" he yelled. "Take it!" His cock shot another wad, his 
hips jerked and blurred as he filled her pussy with more white sticky seed. 
Gobs of it oozed out of Charmaine's cunt, running into her pussy hair and 
over her thighs as she gave another great screech of lust and thrust at him. 
He yelled, slamming his cock into her harder as his climax reached its peak 
and came down, his cock throbbing as it pumped out the last of his cum. 

Charmaine had failed to reach the heights she wanted her orgasm to take her 
to. Her pussy burned, throbbing, making her sob with frustration. Rich 
slowly eased his cock in to the hilt and let it ride there while her frantic 
body jerked and heaved, and her pussy sucked the last of his cum out. Slowly 
her climaxes subsided, but left her burning for more, in a desperate desire 
for something she couldn't name. 

He eased his cock out of her still-clutching pussy. His cock was softening a 
little, but still covered with sticky cum. He stared down at her. "Take the 
cum off your cunt and eat it!" 

Charmaine obeyed. She ran her finger over her clit and brought it to her 
lips smeared with cum. She licked it clean, took it back down, shivering as 
she rubbed her pussy, her legs still trembling from the force of her cum. 

"You're a real stupid bitch," he said quietly, "but I can teach you. I'll 
show you who you really are. Now I have to get my cock back up. It's time 
for your ass, whore." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"No. Not my ass!" Charmaine screamed and rolled off the table in horror. She 
crouched on the floor, trembling with hate and disgust. The idea that he 
would stick that massive cock into her ass pit was more than she could 
stand. 

"What did you say?" He stood over her, the knotted strands of rubber 
swinging in his hand. 

"Please, master, not my ass," Charmaine pleaded, clutching her whipped tits 
as if that would save her. 

"Wrong answer," he said softly. The knots trailed across her hands as they 
trembled on her tits. "Take them away, and kneel up." 

Charmaine obeyed, slipping her hands away from her red and bruised tits. 

"Now, what is the right answer?" he said, the knots running over her twin 
mounds. 

"Please, not my ass, master, please, I'll do anything, anything but that!" 

"No," he said, "you're not getting it, are you?" The knots lashed up and cut 
down, beating into Charmaine's already pulped tit-flesh. "Now, what is the 
right answer?" 

"Please, master, not my ass!" Charmaine wailed, sobbing with the pain in her 
tits. She knew better than to caress them, so she gripped her hands together 
really tightly behind her back. Staring through tears, she saw the knots go 
up. She moaned as her tit-flesh was cut again by a slashing blow of the 
knots. Her nipples stuck out, hard rubber buds, throbbing as the knots cut 
across her tits. 

"Lick my cock clean!" he snapped. 

Sobbing, weeping shamefully, Charmaine leaned in and licked at the 
cum-covered cock. It was semi-soft, but still big enough to fill her mouth 
as she slid her lips over it. She tried to give him the best suck she could, 
convinced that she could stop him fucking her ass if she were good enough. 
Her lips tightened around the shaft, and her wicked tongue flicked over his 
flesh, caressing, cleaning up all the cum and pussy juices on it. She 
moaned, caressed his balls, opening her throat to allow his cock-head to 
enter. 

"Now lick my balls," he said, "make 'em feel real good." 

Charmaine crouched lower. She kept her hands working his cock as it stirred 
and began to slowly throb with renewed desire. Leaning in, she ran her 
tongue over his hairy ball-sac, licking at the slowly churning balls. 

He spread his legs, allowing her to get deeper, licking his balls, panting 
with submission. "Suck 'em, gently, I said, make 'em feel real good." 

Charmaine moaned and slowly sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling 
it around as it throbbed and turned slowly. Her hands caressed his shaft, 
feeling it grow and swell, getting ready to rape her again. She trembled and 
sobbed, the awful desire still raging in her whipped body, battling with the 
terror and disgust at the thought of getting her ass fucked. Slowly she 
allowed his one ball to roll out of her mouth and then moved on to the other 
one, sucking, licking at that. 

"Let me tell you," he said softly, "you're gonna get your ass fucked good. 
One way or the other, whore, I'm gonna do it." 

Charmaine sobbed, her body shaking with horror. "So why don't you be a good 
girl and beg me for it?" he said softly. "It'll save you a lot of trouble." 

Charmaine spasmed, her mouth full of his balls. She clutched his legs, 
sobbing helplessly. 

"Okay," he said, "then lick my ass. Go on, whore!" 

Charmaine spat his balls out. "Ohhh, please, not that. Anything, but not 
that." 

"Shit!" he yelled. "I've had it with you, cunt!" 

"No!" Charmaine sobbed as he pulled away and went over to a closet in the 
wall and pulled out some rope. "Please, I'll do anything you want, but not 
that." 

It was useless. He grabbed her elbows and lashed them together behind her 
back. He rolled the rope down her arms and tied her wrists too, while she 
sobbed and begged him to allow her to suck him off, anything he wanted. When 
he was satisfied, he stepped back and left her on her knees, sobbing 
helplessly. 

Then he went back to the closet. 

"Where the fuck are those clamps?" he muttered. 

"Oh, God, no," Charmaine sobbed, twisting on her knees, feeling the rough 
rope cutting into her wrists. 

He picked up several tiny clamps, but these were even worse than the paper 
clips that had tortured her tits. They were driven by a screw that closed 
the sharp jaws, and so could be tightened as much as he wanted. 

He grabbed her and picked her up effortlessly, carrying her helpless body 
back to the table. There he laid her on her back. 

"Fuck," he said, "I'm not taking any more shit from you, bitch." 

"Oh please, what are you doing?" Charmaine sobbed. 

"Open your legs!" 

Sobbing, she obeyed him, spreading her thighs until her still-wet pussy was 
open to him. 

He took one of the clamps and softly pulled her outer pussy lips open. 
"You're gonna learn!" 

Charmaine shrieked as he slipped the jaws of the clamp over the top of her 
soft inner cunt lips, caressing them over the shrinking flesh. 

"Three on each side, I think!" 

"Oh no!" Charmaine gasped as she felt the jaws closing on her flesh. She 
trembled as she felt the screw tighten and the jaws bite into her pussy 
lips. 

The most unspeakable pain rushed out of her flesh. He gave the screw another 
turn and Charmaine screamed at the agony. It felt as if her pussy lips were 
bitten right through by the terrible jaws. "I'll do anything you want!" 

"How about begging me to fuck your ass?" he asked, taking up another pair of 
the jaws. 

"Ohhhh, if you want!" 

"You know," he said, slipping the jaws around her other pussy lips, "you 
take such a time to get the simplest things right." 

"Aaghhh! Sorry, master, I'm sorry, please, fuck my ass!" Charmaine screamed. 
He tightened the second screw and the agony erupted out of her pussy. 
"Aaahhh, please, master, fuck my ass!" 

"I think just two more!" 

"No, please, master, fuck my ass!" Charmaine sobbed as he took up another 
pair of the jaws and slid them around the lower part of her pussy lips.. 

The jaws began to bite. 

"You have to learn to speak faster," he said as he tightened the screw. 

Charmaine sobbed as more pain erupted from her pussy. 

"And now the final one," Rich said. He took it up and put it around the 
lower part of Charmaine's remaining pussy lip and tightened it. Charmaine 
screamed, wanting to kick out at him, but knowing the punishment that would 
bring. She struggled on the table, her arms trapped behind her, her pussy a 
seething mass of pain. 

He picked her up and dropped her to the floor, making her kneel with the 
metal clips scraping together between her thighs. She sobbed in pain, 
waiting for his command. 

"Now, are you willing to lick my ass?" 

"Anything, master, anything!" Pain seethed all over her body, the terrible 
jaws pulling and biting at her pussy lips. 

"Good!" He turned, thrusting his ass into her face. 

Charmaine wasn't sure which was worse, the pain or the humiliation. Her sore 
tits rubbed into the backs of his thighs as she leaned in and licked his 
hairy ass-cheeks. She licked all over them, her arms straining, wishing for 
anything to be able to take the terrible clamps off her pussy lips. 

"The faster you lick into my ass, the faster you get the clamps off," he 
said. 

Charmaine was in too much pain to fight him. She licked to the edge of his 
ass-crack, her tongue working deeper toward the tight round hole buried 
there. The pressure of the clamps was creating the horrible, dark desire 
that had captured her before. The pain stopped its constant searing river of 
agony and began to throb, beating out, rushing over her in waves that made 
her ass heave, her tits pulse too. She moaned and sank her face harder 
between his ass-cheeks, licking closer until she touched his asshole itself. 
With sobs of surrender she licked at the crinkled hole, feeling him thrust 
back at her as the excitement rose in him. 

"Okay, that's real good," he said, "but we can wait for more of that. Now I 
have to train you." 

He left her on the floor, kneeling, her arms bound, and went back to the 
closet. Charmaine moaned with the pain and tried to rub her thighs together 
and dislodge some of the clamps, but it was useless. They were far too 
tight. 

She sobbed when she saw what Rich had in his hands. 

It was a massive dildo, well over a foot in length and as thick as a man's 
arm. Making sure she could see everything he did, he took it to a thick 
wooden pillar near one wall. There was a rigid, heavy spring in the pillar 
and he screwed the dildo into the end of it, leaving the massive thing 
trembling. 

"Come here," he said. He picked up the belt that had gone around Charmaine's 
neck. 

Trembling from head to foot, Charmaine crawled slowly over to him. It was 
difficult with her arms bound, and each movement set off more agony from the 
clips on her pussy lips, but eventually she crouched, weeping at his feet. 

"Get up!" 

"You beast, oh, you beast, master," she sobbed. 

"Stand next to it!" 

She shuffled over. The massive cock-head was almost at her navel, and she 
could imagine the pain it would inflict as she was forced to take it up her 
helpless pussy. 

He bent it down until the massive swollen dildo head was at the entrance to 
her cunt. It pressed into her clit, between the clips. 

"Forward," he said, and Charmaine shuffled enough for the dildo head to 
force its way into her cunt. 

"Now fuck yourself down on it!" 

Charmaine obeyed, thrusting against the huge cock-head, feeling it slide 
into her cunt, forcing her soft pussy walls open. She moved closer to the 
pillar as the enormous imitation cock heaved at her pussy. 

"That's good! Keep going, whore." 

Charmaine felt her cunt being invaded by the massive, thick, hard dildo. It 
stretched her pussy walls as it slid in, until she was sure it would break 
her open. It scraped past the clamps on her pussy lips, making her scream 
with pain. 

Incredibly the massive dildo worked right to the top of her cunt, filling 
her. Her face was pressed close to the pillar, her ass heaved in agony, 
urging the dildo higher into her cunt. Behind her back, her aching arms 
strained helplessly against the ropes. 

Rich tossed the belt around her body. It was a long belt and just reached 
around the pillar, so that he could buckle it and press her even more 
tightly into the smooth round wood. 

He took one of her legs and pulled it out, ramming her cunt even harder onto 
the dildo. As Charmaine wept and begged him, he tied her ankle to a ring 
bolt, then went back and took her other leg and pulled that open too, 
lashing it in turn to another ring bolt on the other side of the pillar. 

He stepped back and looked her over. 

She was in a terrible plight. She was pressed into the pillar, with about 
half the dildo stuffed up her cunt. Her arms were tied helplessly behind her 
back, her legs were spread and tied out, and she could move just enough to 
ram her pussy up and down on the dildo. She sobbed as he picked up the 
knotted rubber tails again and stepped over to her. 

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Don't do it, don't do it!" 

"I'm gonna teach you who you are, whore," he said. "I'm gonna make you into 
the most obedient slave in the world." He lashed the knots across her 
crimson ass. 

Charmaine screamed, her body tossing. The dildo rammed harder into her 
pussy, the clips bit into her flesh as they scraped over the hard surface of 
the imitation cock. 

The knots cut into her ass, beating fresh agony all over her. "Beg me to 
fuck your ass!" 

"Ohhhggg! Master, fuck my ass!" Charmaine wailed as another lash of the 
knots beat into her helpless ass. Her thighs trembled, her legs shook and 
she sank harder onto the dildo. 

"Tell me how much you love it," he said, whipping the knots into her ass 
again. 

"Aagghhh! I love it!" Charmaine screamed, her cunt ramming helplessly up and 
down on the dildo. "I love it, master!" 

"Good," he said and whipped her harder, the knots beating into her 
ass-flesh. 

Charmaine rammed herself deeper onto the dildo, feeling it stretch her pussy 
walls as it raped its way up and down in her cunt. Another beat of the knots 
set off deeper, more depraved pain, seething through her, sending her 
screaming in agony and lust on the dildo, ramming her cunt down, her ass 
jerking. 

Another lash of the knots on her ass and her screams became guttural, 
demanding, mingling with the dark, depraved lust roaring from the pain in 
her cunt and ass. Her hands twisted as she fucked herself harder on the 
dildo, her ass trembling, beating up and down, the massive dildo invading 
her spasming pussy. 

"I'm gonna show you, whore!" he yelled. His arm swept up, lashing the knots 
across her ass as Charmaine screamed, demanding, bucking against the pillar, 
her cunt jerking on the dildo. 

Sudden eruptions of the most disgusting lust broke over the bound wife. As 
the dildo rammed up and down, scraping over the clips that bit into her 
pussy lips, and the knots whipped her ass, she flung her head back and 
surrendered to a lust she had never known before. Her ass heaved, and she 
gave herself up for lost. 

"Come on, whore!" he yelled. "Confess, you love it." He raked her ass with 
the knots, beating them into her ass until it was a sweaty, pulped and 
mashed flesh, heaving to the most shameful display of degradation. "I hate 
you, master!" Charmaine screamed, her body ramming faster and harder at the 
dildo. "I hate you, oh, I hate yooouuu master!" 

Her cunt heaved out of control and the most immense orgasm of her life 
rushed over her, leaving her screaming in a display of degraded lust that 
knew no bounds. 

He stopped the knots and was suddenly behind her, close, his cock pressed 
between her ass-cheeks. "Beg me!" 

Charmaine's body shook out of control. 

His cock worked at the tight entrance of her ass, pressing in, pushing the 
tight muscles open. "Beg me!" 

Charmaine's body rolled as her ass-muscles opened, and his cock slid almost 
effortlessly into her one virgin hole. It felt as if her entire body were 
being raped, filled by cocks. Her pussy swelled, the extra pressure of the 
real cock in her ass, driving her cunt and ass-walls into spasms of lust. 
She was filled, stuffed with cocks, raping her, ramming into her holes. 

"Beg me!" He reached around, his hips already pressing her harder into the 
pillar. He took her nipples and pinched them, sending the most delicious, 
extra pain surging through her. Her writhing fingers touched his cock as it 
worked into her ass. She felt it throb and heave, driving always higher into 
her shitter, digging between her whipped ass-cheeks. 

"Fuck my ass, you bastard, fuck my ass! I hate you, you shit, you shit, 
master, you... oh, shit! Master! Shit!" A crescendo of lust burst over her, 
and the final, body-wracking climaxes she had been seeking for so long, 
arrived. The surging orgasms rushed up over her. She didn't know anything 
except the pulse of cocks and the rush of pain that filled her spasming 
body. 

Her nipples burned as he twisted them, ramming his cock high into her 
throbbing asshole. As the massive dildo beat into her pussy, it twisted the 
clamps, biting the jaws harder into her pussy-flesh, making her scream at 
each helpless ramming fuck, driving her into hysterics of passion. Her ass 
throbbed with lust, her whole body gyrated, her fingers rubbing his cock as 
it slammed into her shitter. 

He growled, twisting her nipples, heaving his cock harder at her ass. His 
cock swelled and went wild in her ass, throbbing as the cum surged in his 
balls, ready to explode. He leaned back, heaving his cock in harder, 
thrusting it through her groping fingers, jerking her upward, so that she 
slammed down harder onto the dildo when he pulled back. 

"Aaaggghhh! You bastard, you bastard!" Charmaine sobbed as she came crashing 
over the top of a climax that shook her to her core. Her body spasmed, her 
cunt and ass crazy with lust. 

Her quivering ass-walls sucked his cock, harder and faster, demanding the 
cum. The agony mingled with her crashing, falling climaxes, driving her out 
of her mind. She lost all sense of time, just heaved on the twin cocks, 
screaming, trembling with orgasm. 

Hot cum shot out into her shitter, mashing into her spasming walls, She gave 
a final, long drawn-out scream as her ass-walls trembled and sucked at the 
jism, squeezing it, working Rich's shooting cock. 

"Oooggghhh fuck!" he roared. "Ohhh, fuck, you little bitch, you beautiful 
bitch, ohhh, confess it bitch, I'll keep right on giving it to you, just 
confess it bitch, confess!" 

His shooting cock poured fuck-juice high in her ass, heaving her up, beating 
her into the pillar as he twisted her nipples until she gave a final ringing 
scream and fell against the pillar, panting, half-unconscious. 

"Fuck!" He stood there, his cock still slowly pumping cum into her ass, 
rubbing against the thin flesh that separated Charmaine's ass and pussy. He 
caressed her tits, slowly, gently. "I'll get you, little whore! I'll get all 
of you, you'll see, all of you." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

 Charmaine stirred, turning on the huge bed. There was a clinking sound, 
something around her neck. She reached for it, found the thick leather 
collar, the chain leading from it to the bed head, and it all came back to 
her. 

Rich had taken her down off that pillar, her body still shaking with 
orgasms. He made her walk into this room and crawl onto the bed. There he 
padlocked the collar on her neck and attached the chain before leaving. She 
had meant to make some attempt at escape, but weariness had overtaken her 
and she had been asleep in seconds. 

She dropped onto the pillow, sobbing with shame. She rubbed her still-aching 
ass, looked down to see the crimson mass of her tits which shone with 
occasional deeper streaks of red. She pulled at the collar, but it wouldn't 
move. She looked around the large room. It was fairly well furnished, 
dressers and large windows through which streaks of light streamed. So it 
was daytime. 

She got to the edge of the bed and tried to make it to the window, but the 
chain wouldn't reach. She tugged, but the bed was either too heavy or 
attached to the floor and that wouldn't move either. 

She heard footsteps in the corridor outside and hurried back to the bed. 
Just as she rolled on to it, there was the rattle of a lock and the door 
opened, revealing Lucy and Thelma. 

Lucy was dressed in a perfectly ordinary blouse and skirt, but Thelma was 
done out in another version of her black leather outfits; elbow-length black 
gloves, the cap, a white high-necked shirt with black, leather jacket, 
short, tight black skirt and black thigh-length boots with six-inch spiked 
heels. She paraded into the room, tapping a riding crop in her palm. 

"On your feet!" Lucy snapped. 

Charmaine struggled up. 

Thelma walked around Charmaine slowly, her shoulder-length black hair 
swinging slightly. "So you want me to keep this little thing in line?" 

"Yeah," Lucy said. She too came forward, and ran her hand under Charmaine's 
chin, lifting the helpless blonde's head until she could look deep into her 
eyes. "You got a choice, whore. Behave yourself, and you won't get punished. 
Which will please Charlie and Rich when they come back. They want you all 
fresh and creamy again." 

She slid her hand over Charmaine's whipped tits. 

"But, if you step out of line, I can assure you that Thelma will have the 
greatest time in the world getting you back into your place. And that will 
be painful and it will really piss Charlie and Rich off. And you wouldn't 
want to do that, would you?" 

Charmaine didn't answer. 

"I said," Lucy said slowly and deliberately, "you wouldn't want to do that, 
would you?" She twisted Charmaine's chin slowly. "Don't make me do it, 
whore. I'm in a hurry and I'll get real pissed." 

Charmaine's body shook with rage, but she knew Lucy was as good as her word.
 "No." 

"No, what, bitch?" 

"No, mistress." "Christ, you're slow. And I can tell you that Thelma is even 
tougher on that than me." 

Charmaine looked across at Thelma who waited, tapping the riding crop, her 
hard beautiful face expressionless. 

"You think you can handle it?" Lucy said. 

"Sure," Thelma said easily. 

"I won't be long," Lucy said, and left. 

"Okay, shitface," Thelma said, "if you do as I say, fine, if you don't, I'll 
make those bruises you've got look like scratch marks. You hear me?" 

"Yes, mistress!" 

Thelma led Charmaine out of the room to a bathroom where she took the collar 
off and allowed the bound wife to use the toilet, and shower. After that, 
she laid the blonde on a massage table and told her to wait. 

Jennie came in, grinning. "Face-down," she said to Charmaine, "I gotta get 
your whip marks down." Charmaine lay on her face while Jennie poured some 
sweet-smelling oil over her and rubbed it into her flesh. It was very 
soothing and sensual and very soon Charmaine found herself reacting, her 
body tingling with the beginnings of the excitement that had betrayed her so 
often the night before. She bit her lip and managed to keep it under control 
until Jennie told her to turn over. 

Charmaine lay on the bench, moaning as Jennie poured some of the oil over 
her tits. 

"Yeahhh," she whispered to Charmaine, "I tell ya, this is the best bit. 
Fuck. I really get off on it." 

She ran her hands over Charmaine's tits and the blonde wife moaned as the 
slow caress burned into her flesh. 

"Heyyy," Jennie whispered, "I'm not supposed to do this, but you wanna cum? 
I can bring you off." 

Charmaine moaned, trying not to react to the soft, skillful caress. "N-no, 
no, stop, don't do it." 

"Gotta do it. Orders. Just wanted you to have a good time, honey. Fuck, you 
got a real goin' over." She leaned in closer. "You sure enjoyed it with 
Rich, hey? Fuck, you were screaming the place down, begging him for more." 

"No, that's a lie, I wasn't," Charmaine wept. It was all very dim, she 
couldn't remember what had really happened. She knew she had cum, climaxing 
helplessly, but she didn't remember begging for her degradation. 

"Have it your way." Jennie's hands roved over Charmaine's nipples, caressing 
her sore flesh, making Charmaine gurgle with suppressed lust. "Come on, you 
might as well have a good time." Her fingers worked Charmaine's tits so 
skillfully that the blonde gave a gasp and felt her pussy running with 
juices. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the terrible desire to give 
in, to let Jennie make her cum. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Thelma demanded, coming back into the room. 

"Nothin'," Jennie said flippantly, "just what you said, mistress." 

"Were you told to get her excited?" Thelma tapped the riding crop. 

"No, mistress," Jennie sneered, winking at Charmaine. 

"Well what the fuck are you doing it that way for, huh?" The riding crop 
tapped hard into Thelma's gloved hand. 

"Well, fuck, how am I supposed to do it?" Jennie said, her sneer taking over 
her entire mouth. 

"Over that bar," Thelma said, pointing to what might have been part of an 
exercise bar in the middle of the room. 

"Well, fuck. Pardon me." Jennie laughed as she bent over the metal bar. She 
arrogantly flipped her short skirt over her back and spread her legs, 
waiting, sneering at Thelma. 

Thelma walked up and ran her hands over Jennie's panties, playing with her 
still-red flesh. "Don't learn, do you?" 

She ran her hand down Jennie's legs, taking straps and pinning her ankles. 
Then, with the dark-haired girl bent fully over, her thighs spread wide, her 
hands gripping the base of the apparatus, her large tits dropping out of her 
tight tank top, Thelma stepped back and lashed the riding crop into Jennie's 
ass. 

Jennie's body jerked, but she sneered at Thelma. "Think you can break me in, 
huh? Fuck, it takes a man like Charlie or Rich to do that. Have a good time, 
whore!" 

She laughed as Thelma laid the riding crop into her ass again, her body 
heaving, her hands gripping the apparatus. Her body thrashed on the bar as 
the riding crop beat thick lines of agony into her ass-flesh. She began to 
scream, her voice rising as the crop lashed her ass. 

Charmaine watched, horrified, panting, wishing she could escape. But Thelma 
frightened her far too much. She squirmed as Jennie's screams went out of 
control and the dark-haired slave wailed desperately, her body shaking as an 
orgasm tore through her. 

Jennie shrieked. "Aaahhh, you fucker, you fucker, I'll get Charlie back, 
you'll see, I can do more for him-aaaggghh!" 

Her body suddenly went rigid, her ass thrust back as the riding crop whipped 
her. Six strokes lashed her ass, and she collapsed, sobbing across the bar. 
She gasped as she hung there. 

Thelma laid the riding crop across Jennie's throbbing ass. "Make your 
choice. Surrender, or take another one." 

Jennie shrieked, her body tossing on the bar. Her ass jerked as she wept. 
Thelma waited, the riding crop across Jennie's ass. 

"Fuck off!" Jennie yelled suddenly. 

The riding crop went up and whipped her ass hard, cutting another set of 
crimson lines into the helpless little slave's flesh. 

Charmaine watched the terrible scene as Thelma ruthlessly whipped Jennie. 
Charmaine felt terrible for Jennie, but there was something very degrading 
happening to her. Her pussy was getting wet. She watched the crop lashing 
into the bouncing cheeks of Jennie's ass, watched the impact, the slash of 
the crop as it bit. 

Charmaine's mouth watered, her tongue ran over her lips and each slash of 
the crop sent an extra gush of pussy juices surging down her cunt. She 
shivered, wondering what depths of depravity she was sinking into. She 
wanted to rub her pussy desperately, but she managed to hold off, that would 
be far too great a confession if they caught her at it. 

Jennie gave a long wailing scream as she climaxed on the bar again, her 
whole body twisting, her legs shaking at each blow of the riding crop. 

"You bitch!" she screamed as her ass throbbed and tossed to another deep red 
cut of the crop. "You bitch, bitch!" 

She arced against the hard metal, her ass throbbing and beating as the crop 
lashed her, then, with a final wail of horrible lust, she fell, gasping and 
sobbing, her tits heaving. 

Thelma took the riding clop and laid it along Jennie's ass again, the 
leather-covered crop standing out against the crimson of Jennie's asscheeks. 
"We forgot mistress, didn't we?" "Oh, sorry, mistress, sorry, whatever you 
want me to do, mistress!" Jennie screamed, all her insolence gone. She 
twisted on the bar, gazing tearfully at the implacable Thelma., her ass 
beaten to a pulp. 

"You can take the straps off now," Thelma said, holding the crop, tapping 
it. As the sobbing Jennie leaned down and undid the straps holding her 
ankles, Thelma turned to Charmaine. "I hope I don't have to teach you that 
same lesson." 

"N-no, mistress," Charmaine gasped, shaking with fear. 

"Good." Thelma sat in a chair and waited until Jennie was fully out of the 
bonds and rubbed her agonized ass. "Here!" 

Jennie didn't hesitate, She rushed over and sank to her knees. 

"Get on with it," Thelma said. 

Jennie knew exactly what to do. She reached under Thelma's ass and eased her 
pair of tight black leather panties down. Then she pushed Thelma's tight 
skirt up and spread her thighs, leaning in and licking over Thelma's swollen 
pussy mound. 

"Better." Thelma leaned back and enjoyed it, half closing her eyes. She 
spread her legs up onto the sides of the chair, resting her black leather 
boots on the metal. Her ass trembled a little as she became more excited. 
She pointed at Charmaine. "Come here." 

Charmaine shot off the table and rushed over. 

"Open my shirt," Thelma said dreamily. 

With trembling fingers, Charmaine did as she was told, opening the buttons 
to the waist, easing the leather jacket aside, watching as the two halves of 
the shirt fell away to reveal Thelma's small thrusting tits. 

"Kiss them, shithead," Thelma said, "make 'em feel real good." 

Charmaine bent down and licked at the tight crinkled nipples. Thelma gave a 
low moan of lust, her beautiful face almost soft with her passion. Charmaine 
licked more, sucking the bud between her lips and worked it, her tongue 
licking and caressing. 

"Keep going, just like that," Thelma said. "Now the other tit, shithead." 

Charmaine changed her mouth to Thelma's other nipple, licking and sucking as 
before. 

"Mmmm, not bad, not bad." Thelma began to moan louder, rocking a little in 
the chair. Her legs thrust out, going rigid in the boots as her ass lifted 
off the chair seat. She grabbed Jennie's head and rammed her pussy up into 
the weeping girl's mouth. "Oh yeahhh! Make it good, or else." 

She heaved up again, moaning with lust as the surge of climax rolled over 
her. With a deep sigh, she fell back in the chair, her body undulating 
slowly. 

"Not bad," she gasped. "Now get back on the bench and finish what you were 
doing. Then you oil Jennie's ass. And if either of you cums, the other one 
doing the massage gets whipped. Got that?" 

They nodded. 

It was hell for Charmaine. Each touch of Jennie's hands sent rushes of lust 
through her. She hated it, but it wouldn't quit. Jennie had to stop her 
massage every few seconds as Charmaine's body twisted on the massage table. 
Each time, Jennie glanced over fearfully to where Thelma sat, her legs 
propped up, reading a lurid romance novel. 

It was almost as bad for Charmaine when she had to massage Jennie's terribly 
whipped ass. The touch of the flesh, the moans of relief from Jennie, sent 
trembles through her. Somehow they managed to get through it without any 
more punishment. By the time it was finished, however, Charmaine was giving 
in to the horrible certainty that she would have to bring herself off as 
soon as she was alone. The desire in her body was rising to fever pitch. 

But when she was put back in her room, she wasn't just shackled by her neck; 
her arms and legs were tied out and she was left. 

 * * * * * Over the next two days, Charmaine realized what they were doing 
to her. The raging lust that had been let loose in her body got worse and 
worse. She was always under observation, or chained up so that she couldn't 
reach her pussy to give herself some relief. She couldn't sleep for more 
than snatches before the sheer lust in her cunt would wake her up, demanding 
satisfaction she couldn't get. It got worse, until she was moaning almost 
constantly, tossing in a pool of sweat on the bed, gasping, only able to 
control herself when Thelma or Lucy came into the room. 

On the third day they drove her out of her mind. Jennie had done something 
wrong. Thelma led her in and put her over a chair. Charmaine struggled on 
the bed, moaning as she saw Kent and Will, their cocks stiff and ready. She 
almost passed out, her pussy ran with juices and she was almost ready to 
crawl a mile to get a big cock in her cunt. Or her ass. Or her mouth, it 
didn't matter. 

Kent shoved his cock into Jennie's mouth. The helpless little slave sucked 
it while Thelma whipped her ass, driving her into a screaming orgasm as Ken 
roared and his cock exploded with white streams of cum. He pulled back, shot 
thick ropes of goo into Jennie's face as she moaned and thrashed on the 
chair. 

Charmaine gurgled and struggled. She wanted it so badly. She wanted to 
scream to them that they could whip her, do what they liked to her, if she 
could only just have a cock. But she resisted with all her might. They were 
working on her, trying to break her. And she vowed that they would never do 
that. One day she would get out of there and then they would all be in jail. 
Tears rolled down her face as she stared at the depraved little Jennie 
licking the last of the cum from Kent's cock. 

But worse was to come. She was taken off the bed and chained up, her hands 
held over her head. Then Jennie was made to lie on her back on the mattress 
while Will slid his cock between her large tits. In full view of the moaning 
Charmaine, Jennie was made to cradle her tits around his cock while Thelma 
laid the thin rod across her nipples. 

"Tell me," Thelma said. 

"Yes, mistress," Jennie wailed, "I was a bitch, I deserve it!" 

As Will fucked Jennie's tits, Thelma lashed the helpless girl's nipples, 
beating the rod into the quivering tit-flesh. Jennie lurched and screamed on 
the bed, her legs kicking. 

Charmaine sobbed at the sight. She wanted to be horrified for Jennie, for 
the pain she was going through. But Jennie had a cock, even if it was just 
in between her tits. That would be enough for Charmaine, Her pussy got 
wetter with each stroke of the rod. She stared at it as it beat down, 
lashing the red flesh. Her body shook and trembled as she imagined the lash 
of that rod on her ass, driving pain, lust, higher and higher until she 
could scream in the release she craved so much. In desperation she closed 
her eyes. 

Jennie lurched up on the bed, her tits clasped around Will's cock as it shot 
a stream of cum up over her neck and face. The rod lashed down on her 
nipples, the helpless slave screamed as a biting climax crashed over her and 
she fell back, still holding her tits for Will to finish his long pulsing 
cum. 

He stroked his cock between Jennie's whipped tits and let the last dribbles 
of cum ooze out, then wiped it clean on her shuddering nipples before 
climbing off the bed. 

Thelma undid Charmaine's chains. "Lick her clean!" 

"Yes, mistress," Charmaine sobbed, trying to control herself. She knelt over 
Jennie's tits, licking the red whipped flesh, tasting cum. It was awful, 
just the feel of the sticky, salty goo was driving her out of her mind, 
sending her close to orgasm. She moaned and licked, cleaning the hot beaten 
tit-flesh. If only she could lick a cock. Just to lick it! 

She felt Thelma's fingers playing with her pussy and heaved in the shameful 
surge of passion that shot over her. But Thelma wasn't going to give her 
anything. She rammed one finger up Charmaine's cunt, played with her pussy 
lips for a moment, then stepped back with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, She's ready." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was at least a day later that they came for Charmaine. She was in a 
dreadful state. Her pussy ran with endless juices, she strained almost 
constantly against the bonds that held her to the bed, and she was bathed in 
sweat. Lucy and Thelma hauled her off the bed and took her to the bathroom 
where she was forced to shower, and watched the whole time to stop her from 
masturbating. Thelma was dressed in her usual uniform, while Lucy wore a 
little white dress and nothing else. 

They took Charmaine back to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a crimson 
waist cincher, a matching pair of thigh-high boots, with six-inch spiked 
heels, and long leather gauntlets. 

"Put them on," Lucy said. 

Charmaine was in such a state that she didn't think of fighting. Her head 
spun and the ache in her cunt was driving her into fits of shuddering, 
depraved lust. Her determination not to give in to the fiends who held her 
was on its last legs. She was terrified because she knew she would give in 
to any of their demands because of her weakness. 

She put on the waist cincher, putting her arms in the air as Lucy tightened 
it, pulling Charmaine's figure in until it was the perfect hourglass that 
they wanted. It made it difficult to breathe, but Charmaine felt horrible 
excitement rushing through her from the contact of the tight garment. 

She put the boots on and zipped them up. The tops came halfway up her 
thighs, and there were metal rings sewn into the leather at the knees and 
ankles. Then came the gauntlets, with clips at her elbows and wrists. 
Finally, suspenders were attached to the cincher and then clipped to the 
tops of the boots, holding them up and showing the tight curves of her legs 
to great advantage. 

Then Thelma clipped a collar around Charmaine's neck, with a long chain that 
she held and rattled a little in her black-gloved hand. She pulled, and 
Charmaine followed the dark-haired sadist along the passage, and down a set 
of stairs. 

A door opened. They were all in the room. Charlie in his chair, Rich in 
another one, close to him. Jennie was there, in a tiny blouse and skirt, 
serving the men drinks. To one side stood Kent and Will, looking just as 
menacing as before. All the men were in robes, and Charmaine could see 
Kent's cock sticking out already, and it heaved a little as they came in. 
Charmaine was led to the middle of the room and told to stand still. It was 
very difficult in the six inch heels, but she did her best. Thelma dropped 
the chain and Charmaine stood waiting, trembling with fear and anticipation. 

"Yes," Rich said, "you can take that off." 

Thelma came up and unclipped the chain, leaving the collar on. 

Rich got out of his chair and came over to the trembling Charmaine. She 
stared around the room, her pulse racing, her breath uneven. She could 
imagine what was going to happen and promised herself that, whatever they 
did, she wouldn't give in. 

"So you say you got her in order?" Charlie enquired. At his side Thelma 
smiled nastily, tapping the cane in her hand. 

"Well, I think so," Rich said. "We can see, anyway. Take a look." 

"Come here," Charlie said. 

Charmaine shuddered as she walked forward, her legs unsteady in the spiked 
heels. She stood in front of her husband, her tits heaving. 

"Turn!" 

Charmaine did her best, swiveling on the heels. 

"Stop!" 

Charmaine stayed as she was, her back to him, her breathing getting even 
more difficult. 

"Bend down!" 

Charmaine moaned, but did as she was told, sliding her hands down her legs, 
spreading her feet just to keep her balance. Finally her hands gripped her 
ankles and she stared through her wide-spread legs at Charlie as he 
inspected her stretched ass-cheeks and long legs. 

"Yeah," he said, "you're right, she does heal real well. You'd never think 
she had her ass whipped. That's a good sign. Okay, stand up." 

Charmaine was trembling with humiliation which was giving way to rage. She 
wouldn't let them treat her like this, no matter what they did. 

"Okay," Charlie said, "how about some cock-sucking? They say you got real 
good at it." 

"Fuck off," Charmaine snarled. "I don't give a shit what you do, I'm not 
sucking your fuckin' cock." She put her hands on her hips and stared him 
down. 

"Excellent," Rich said. 'Bring the bar over here." 

"I told you,'' Charlie said, nothing but a bitch. Grade A bitch." 

"Wait,'' Rich said easily. 

Charmaine snarled as she saw the waist-high bar being pushed over by Kent 
and Will. She knew what it was for, but if they thought they would break her 
by whipping her, they were in for a surprise. She wouldn't crack like Jennie 
did the other day. Kent and Will left the bar a few feet away from Charlie's 
chair. 

"Over it," Rich ordered. 

"Fuck off!" 

He grinned and Charmaine screamed as she was grabbed and forced over the 
padded bar. 

"You shits, you fuckers, you shit-faced whores!" They forced her down, her 
hair almost brushing the floor. She squealed as they clipped her wrists to 
the ankles of the boots, and then pulled her ankles out, lashing them to the 
sides of the apparatus. "You won't break me, fuckers!" 

Rich appeared beside the bar. He held a rod, nearly six feet long and 
tapering to a point. It trembled with each move he made. "Ready, whore?" 

"Fuck off!" Charmaine screamed. 

"Fuck off, master." 

"Fuck off!" 

"Good," he purred. He stepped behind Charmaine and laid the thin rod across 
her ass. "Are you sure you want this?" 

"Fuck off, you stupid motherfucker!" 

The thin rod lashed into Charmaine's ass. 

She yelled, heaving, bucking on the bar as the most delicious pain surged 
over her. Another blow sent her screaming with delight. She had been right. 
She could take it. She would just go on cumming as long as they whipped her. 
She would beat them! 

Another lash of the thin rod sent the bound blonde screaming and gyrating on 
the bar, her ass jerking back for the next stroke. It came, lashing her to 
the edge of the climax she wanted so badly. 

"Fuck off, you bastards!" she screamed, her body heaving against the clips 
that held her. "You can't break me, do your fuckin' worst, you shit-eaters, 
do it!" 

The cane landed again, and she gave a long drawn-out scream of lust as an 
orgasm began growing. One more stroke and it would crash over, give her the 
relief she wanted. 

The cane didn't whip her. It stopped. Charmaine screamed, her ass jerking. 
She stared between her thighs as Rich stood there, just holding the thin, 
trembling rod. 

"You shit, you wanna whip me, get on with it, you sadist, I can take it. 
I'll show you. Fucker!" Charmaine stared at the cane she needed so badly. 

Rich grinned and came level with Charmaine, leaning down, whispering in her 
ear. "Now tell me how much you want it, whore!" 

"Fuck off, do what you want with me, I won't tell you anything!" Charmaine 
screamed. Her ass heaved as she tried to cum and couldn't. 

"Let me tell you," Rich said softly, chuckling at her. "If you go on like 
this, we're gonna whip you until you're just about to cum. All night. Then 
we'll stop and wait. I know you, whore, I know all about you. You want it so 
bad, but you just won't admit it." 

"Fuck offff!" 

In answer, Rich stood up and lashed her ass again. The pain erupted, surging 
out, sending her back to the unbearable brink of the climax she wanted so 
badly. "Now, you see how it's done?" 

"You bastard!" Charmaine shook the bar as she twisted, her ass heaving up 
for the whipping that didn't come. 

"If you're a good girl, and confess how much you want it, you can have it 
all," Rich said softly. "All the cock you want. You can be whipped while you 
get fucked, any way you want it. Just confess." 

Charmaine screamed, trembling, sweat breaking out all over her body. She 
finally understood how they intended to break her, and she wasn't sure she 
could hold out against it. 

Rich stood up and lashed her ass once more, sending her back to the 
shrieking edge of the climax that wouldn't break. "See how easy it is? I can 
keep this up all night." 

"You fucker, you bastard!" Charmaine sobbed, her body erupting with the most 
depraved desire she had ever known. She stared at the whip, she wanted it so 
much she would crawl across the floor for it. Tears rolled down her face and 
her sobs got louder. "You bastard! You did this to me, you made me 
perverted!" 

Rich chuckled. "I didn't do any such thing. I wish I could pervert any 
beautiful woman I wanted, but I can't. I can only show the repressed ones, 
the ones who want it but don't know it. That's you, whore, admit it, 
confess!" 

"You bastard!" 

Rich whipped her again, driving her into a screaming fit on the bar, her 
body shaking helplessly, trying to cum and failing. 

"Ohhh, help meeee!" she wailed, tearing at the clips that held her wrists 
and ankles. 

"Sure," he said, leaning down, "just confess," 

"All right!" Charmaine screamed. "I confess, I want it!" 

 "Want what?" "I want to be whipped!" Charmaine screamed. "I want to be 
whipped, I confess, all right!" 

"I confess, master!" 

"I confess, master!" Charmaine screamed. Rich stepped back and lashed her 
ass, driving her back to the edge of the raging orgasm. But then came the 
stroke of the whip she needed so much. It catapulted her over the top, 
sending her screaming in the desperate relief she had needed for so long. 
Another blow drove more of the wonderful, depraved lust through her as the 
climaxes surged higher and she tossed across the bar, her ass lunging 
shamefully back for the thin rod. 

"Oggghhh! Yesss, master!" 

"Thank you, master!" Rich snapped, whipping her again. 

"Uurrgghhh! Thank you, master! Thank you, thank you, I'm cumming, cumminggg! 
Master, thank you, thank youuuuu!" 

Her hands straining at the clips holding her to the bar, her ass thrusting 
back as the cane lashed in, Charmaine gave herself up to the surging relief 
of the most intense orgasm of her life. Seven more strokes of the cane 
lashed her ass before she gave a scream of satisfaction, and peaked, rolling 
over into blissful moaning ecstasy, her ass a crimson mass of pain. 

Rich stopped the whipping and grinned. ''Told you. She's all yours." 

He went back to his chair and sat down, his cock ramming out of his robe. 

"Lucy," he said, "come here." Lucy walked over, her little dress flicking 
up, showing her pussy mound. 

"You look like you need some relief after all that work," she purred. She 
sank to her knees and eased his cock out, slipping her hot mouth over the 
swollen, hard cock-head. Rich gave a low moan and lay back in his chair, 
watching Charmaine's next trial. 

Thelma walked over to the sobbing, bound wife and untied her, letting 
Charmaine fall to the floor. 

"Now," Thelma said, picking up the thin rod, "you ready to suck some cock?" 

"Oh yes, mistress," Charmaine gasped, rolling on the floor. At the very 
mention of cock-sucking, new passion surged up in her. 

"Up!" 

Charmaine almost jumped to her feet, staring at the sadistic, black-haired 
woman. 

"Bend over his cock," Thelma said. "Slowly, but don't touch it." 

"Yes, mistress." Charmaine walked to Charlie's chair and leaned down over 
his huge, thrusting cock, leaning on the arms of the chair, her mouth just 
above the throbbing cock-head. 

Thelma took the cane and ran it in front of Charmaine's mouth. "This is my 
man, isn't it?" 

"Y-yes, mistress." Charmaine choked, her head swimming. 

"So if I let you suck his cock, I should whip you at the same time for doing 
it, shouldn't I?" Thelma slid the cane back across Charmaine's trembling 
lips. 

Charmaine groaned, struggling with her surging, overwhelming wave of 
passion. "Yes, mistress! Oh yes, you should whip me while I suck him!" 

"So far so good." Thelma slid the cane right to Charmaine's lips. "Kiss it, 
and tell me how Charlie is now my man, and I can do whatever I like to you 
every time you touch his cock." 

Charmaine shook from head to toe. Her legs went weak, she rocked in the 
spiked heels that were pushing up her ass, making it such a tempting target 
for the cane. "Yes, mistress, yes, he's your man, Charlie's your man, and 
you can do whatever you like to me any time I touch his cock." 

Each depraved, submissive confession made her even more desperate for 
punishment. 

"Oh, please let me suck his cock a lot, mistress." She moaned, kissing the 
rod slavishly, licking over the surface. "Then you can punish me a lot, you 
want to do that, don't you, mistress?" 

"I only punish insolent slaves and bad girls. But if you want to please me, 
be a bad girl and beg for your punishment." 

"I will, mistress!" Charmaine screamed, unable to believe she was doing 
this. With a groan of lust she sank her mouth over Charlie's cock, feeling 
the wonderful invasion of the hot hard flesh. 

"Did I tell you to suck him yet?" Thelma snapped. 

Charmaine shook her head, but she wasn't going to take her mouth off the 
cock. 

The cane lashed her ass and, with a helpless scream of even greater 
submission, Charmaine sank her mouth right down the length of her husband's 
cock. It filled her throat, thrusting deep, filling her mouth with its 
wonderful length. She sucked it, her tongue running wild around the solid 
flesh as it throbbed and swelled in her mouth. 

"Oh yeah!" Charlie moaned. "She has learned, she has learned real well." He 
thrust his cock up, grabbing Charmaine's blonde hair, filling her throat 
with his rock-hard cock. 

Charmaine's throat muscles opened as the cane whipped her into an endless 
screaming orgasm. Each blow of the whip sent another crashing climax over 
her body. She was helpless before her lusts. Groaning, her ass driving up 
hard for the next blow, she sucked the cock deeper, her lips a perfect 
circle around the thick base. With another moan of lust, she stuck out her 
tongue, swirling it over Charlie's balls as his cock-head grew and got ready 
to shoot. 

"Ohhh shit!" he yelled. "How did you do this, Rich? You're a fucking 
genius!" 

"Hey," Rich yelled, "just gimme the contract, forget the flattery!" 

Charlie took Lucy's head in his hands, pumped his cock into her mouth as he 
started to cum. "You got it! You want the whore too for a while?" 

"Yeahhh!" Rich roared. 

"You got it!" Charlie bellowed as his cock released a stream of hot cum into 
Charmaine's mouth. 

Charmaine's mouth was around the base of his cock as her throat spasmed, 
sucking his cock-head deep and hard. She forced some of the cum back into 
her mouth as she heaved back for the next blow of the cane on her ass. 

More thick ropes of cum filled Charmaine's throat. She gave shrieks of lust 
as the cane lashed her to a final, surging crest of orgasm and took her 
over. Screaming, she sank down, her mouth sucking at the oozing drops of 
jism still forming at the slit of Charlie's cock. 

He held her head and raised it. "Not bad, kid, not bad at all." 

"Thank you, master!" 

"Now don't fuck it up," he added, "you do everything anybody tells you to do 
tonight." 

"Yes, master!" Charmaine wept. It was terrible. Even the confessions sent 
her passion burning again, surging up over her body. 

The cane tapped her ass. She turned to see Thelma standing there, a small 
piece of apparatus in front of her. It was bolted to the floor and only 
reached to waist height, but, springing from it, was the same sort of dildo 
that had been on the pillar where Rich had assfucked her. 

Charmaine didn't have to be told what to do. She crawled over to the 
apparatus and lifted her pussy over the head of the dildo, ramming her 
soaking-wet cunt down on it, screaming as it filled her fuck-channel. She 
spread her knees on the floor, sliding the huge imitation cock farther into 
her pussy. 

"Lean back, hold your ankles," Thelma said. 

Charmaine bent back, her pussy pulling the dildo back with her. She grasped 
her ankles, her back arched, her tits thrusting upward. 

Over on the sofa, Jennie had Kent ramming into her cunt while Will filled 
the little slave's mouth with his cock. Lucy was licking Rich's cock back to 
full hardness very rapidly, and he grinned at her as he watched Thelma slide 
the cane across Charmaine's tits. 

"You sucked Charlie's cock before I told you to, didn't you?" Thelma said. 
"Shouldn't I whip your tits for that?" 

"Oh, yes, mistress, I did, oh, please, whip my tits for that!" 

Charmaine rammed down on the dildo and came, shaking helplessly as it filled 
her fuck-channel. The cane cut into her nipples, sending her shrieking into 
higher waves of orgasm. 

"I'm gonna whip you until Charlie's hard again!" Thelma lashed Charmaine's 
quivering tit-globes hard. "Then you can lick my ass-crack while I fuck him. 
Then we'll see." 

"Yes, mistress!" Charmaine screamed as another stroke sent orgasms surging 
out of her pussy. She was out of her mind with lust. Her body rammed down on 
the dildo and she came, endlessly, a slave to all their perverted desires. 


THE END
