"Suck it good, or we'll do it again." Zane leaned back and took another drink of beer, watching his wife struggle on the dildo, her mouth sliding deep on his fucking cock.
Roxanne heaved, her ass pumping deep to the beat of the cat, one hand rubbing her tits, dragging at the clamps as her passion mounted. The other held Zane's massive thick cock while she sucked on the swollen cockhead, her soft lips the perfect circle around, the throbbing prick meat.
"Not bad, not bad." Zane was leaning farther back and closing his eyes.
"Now wouldn't you love to have that cock in your mouth?" Cherie still held the struggling librarian around the neck and slid her fingers inside Natalie's panties, caressing the bud of her clit.
Cherie's soft mouth kissed and caressed Natalie's neck, licking at the hot skin and keeping her mouth there though all Natalie's desperate struggles as the whip lashed her ass. For a moment Lance stopped, but only to tuck her dress back into her belt to keep her ass clear for the whip.
"How about you strip for us?" Cherie murmured. "I love to strip for the boys, 'cause I know what they're gonna do to me then, and ohhh fuck I love being pussy whipped while I'm sucking cock; ohhh, fuck, does that feel good."
"Stop it!" Natalie moaned, her body seared with pain, her pussy throbbing as Cherie's skillful fingers worked over her clit.
The contrast of the agony of the whip and the subtle caresses on her cunt were doing strange things to the bound blonde. A fire, an awful passion was building in her cunt, spreading a warmth through her, even as the cane lashed her tight, agonized ass.
"Hey, a couple more and you can get 'em off!" Lance yelled. "Watch this!" He swung the thin rod at Natalie's ass, cutting into the thin material of her panties.
"Ohhh, God!" Natalie screamed, her arms trembling with the pain.
"Just a few more!" Lance lashed at Natalie, cuffing another thin line across her torn panties.
"Stop, stop!" Natalie screamed.
"This should do it!" Lance yelled and the cane whipped in viciously, cutting the last connection of the panties across her ass cheeks. Natalie's scream bounced off the walls as her body trembled in agony, but all the time it was mingled with the awful pleasure coming from Cherie's fingers running softly over her pussy.
Cherie pulled at Natalie's panties, ripping them through her legs and dropping them on the floor. Suddenly Natalie's tight ass cheeks were totally revealed, a mass of crimson lines, the muscles convulsing in pain. In desperation, Natalie screamed and tossed, her wrists struggling against the bonds.
"Oh come now." Cherie ran her fingers into the curly blonde hair of Natalie's pussy. "Tell me how much you'd love to strip, show us your delicious body, beg to have the men fuck you and ram their cocks down your throat. I'd love to suck your pussy while they do that. Would you like me to suck your pussy?"
"Stop it!" Natalie screamed, her head spinning in horror.
To her absolute horror, Cherie slowly slid down her body, her mouth dragging sensually over the dress until she went below, to the white flesh on the insides of Natalie's thighs.
Natalie moaned as Cherie's mouth traveled slowly over her flesh, licking and kissing closer to her pussy with each moment. It was the most disgusting thing Natalie had ever known, but there was fire coming from it, a depraved sensuality that spread, up from her pussy, into her stomach, burning brighter each time the thin rod lashed her ass. She arched, screaming at Cherie to stop, but her legs were trembling, her pussy twitching with the awful feelings as Cherie's mouth reached her pussy and licked at her sensitive clit bud.
Roxanne's gurgling screams beat out from around her husband's massive cock as she worked it in and out of her mouth. Her shaking body rammed down on the rubber dildo, forcing it to the hilt, into her sucking, fucking cunt. As the whip lashed her ass again, she came, orgasms surging out of her pussy and tortured tits.
She groaned, ramming her mouth on Zane's prick, sucking at it for all she was worth, her hand jerking up and down the cockshaft.
"Deep throat me," Zane said.
Desperately Roxanne tried to get more of the cock in her mouth. Her hand blurred up and down his cockshaft as she rammed her mouth as deep as it would go, but still could only take half his prick into her convulsing mouth.
"Deep throat me," Zane said, taking another drink of beer.
Roxanne screamed and sucked at him while her climaxes rushed over her, making her twist and heave on the rubber dildo.
"If you don't, I'll have you punished again," Zane said.
Roxanne moaned, her ass jerking for the whip, her fingers twisting the clamps on her nipples, pulling her flesh until the pain echoed all over her, sending her into delirious orgasms.
"I'm coming," Zane said. "if you don't do it by then, you know the consequences." He gasped and his body rose in the chair.
In a heaving mass, Roxanne sucked at Zane's cock, her fingers working his cockshaft. She kept up the torture on her tits and the cat lashed her heaving ass.
Zane yelled, "Here it comes!" He leaned back, his hips heaving up as his cock shot a thick stream of hot white cum into Roxanne's mouth.
Roxanne gave a bubbling scream of lust and sucked it in, her hot lips around his cockhead, licking up the thick goo as it poured out, filling her mouth with salty fuckjuice. Her hands urged him on, jerking his cock into her mouth as she milked it, sucking the cum out as it bubbled out of his piss slit.
"Oooh, not bad, not bad." Zane moaned as his balls emptied their thick load of jizz. "But it doesn't get you off, whore, you know that."
His hips jerked as Roxanne's skillful mouth sucked his cockhead, licking the last of the gobs away.
Matt stopped the cat, watching as Roxanne still slowly rammed her hips down on the dildo, bringing herself off to the last drop of satisfaction. Her hand stopped twisting the clamps and stroked her tits, moving around the biting teeth, caressing her sore flesh. Slowly she looked up at her husband, her tongue still caressing his cockhead.
"Do I have to keep these on, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
Roxanne moaned, ramming her cunt back down on the dildo, but never protesting at all. She stayed there, sucking Zane's cock gently, her ass circling, driving the dildo in and out of her hot cunt with long slow strokes.
Natalie was going out of her mind. The cane whipped her tight ass cheeks, lashing into the purple mass of pain, again and again. Her body twisted, heaving on the ropes, jerking helplessly. But the worst of it was Cherie's mouth, sucking and licking at her pussy, spreading the horrible passion, out from her cunt, down her white thighs and up, driving her into screaming paroxysms which got higher, with each lash of the whip and each subtle lick of Cherie's tongue over her clit.
For the first time in her life she was coming.
She knew it, and was utterly revolted. She couldn't come like this, with a dreadful cane lashing her ass and a woman sucking her pussy. Anything would be better than that. Even stripping for them.
"Yesssss!" she screamed suddenly. "I'll strip for you, I'll do it, just stop! I'll strip for you, I will!"
The cane stopped, but Cherie still kept up her soft licking.
"Stop that, stop it!" Natalie screamed, her thighs trembling. But, in some strange way, just the sucking was easier to take.
"Hey, come on, Cherie," Lance said. "You heard what the lady said."
Cherie grinned as she took her mouth away from Natalie's cunt. She stood up and kissed the helpless librarian, her mouth wet with saliva and pussy juices.
"I'll be back, whore," Cherie promised.