CHAPTER FOUR
Lance let the rope go and Natalie sprawled forward, falling on her face as she collapsed. Her feet were still lashed to the ring bolts, so she was forced to lie there, her legs spread wide. She pushed her dress down over her ass as she rubbed it, frying to conceal herself.
Zane leaned forward.
"Would ya like to take over her trainin', honey?" he asked Roxanne.
"Yessss!" Roxanne was still rolling her cunt on the hard rubber cock while she sucked and licked at his hard, purplish cockhead.
"Don't be real gentle with her," Zane said with a chuckle. "When she's stripped, you can put those clamps on her any time you like. Get ya ass movin'. I wanna see the show."
Roxanne gave a low moan as she heaved herself up and off the rubber cock. For a few seconds she rammed the head of the bulbous prick back into her cunt, working herself up to a frenzy. Then she gave a final groan and stood up, rubbing her whipped ass cheeks. She grabbed the cat from Matt, walked over to a cabinet and took out a pair of six-inched spiked heels.
"Come on, boys," she cooed, "let's do this properly."
Lance and Matt grinned.
"Cherie," Lance said, "get over here."
Lying on the floor, her tears almost blinding her, Natalie looked up and shuddered.
Roxanne sat in the chair, with the two men kneeling at her feet, fitting her with a pair of black stockings. Carefully they rolled them up, their hands straying all over Roxanne's hot thighs as they clipped them onto the straps of her suspenders. Between Roxanne's legs knelt Cherie, her mouth licking and sucking at Roxanne's pussy as the men worked.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," Roxanne purred.
She lifted her legs, allowing all of them to do what they liked as they worked. She slowly twisted the clamps on her nipples, pulling at them as her passion mounted.
The men finished with the stockings and took the black spiked heels. Carefully they fitted them, tightening them until Roxanne was satisfied. She held Cherie's head to her pussy, spreading her legs as Cherie's tongue flicked over her wet clit.
"Ohhhh! That's it, boys, that's it. Now get away, Cherie!" she snapped.
She stood up. "Corset," she ordered.
It was a tight leather waist cincher the men brought out, and they strapped Roxanne into it, tightening it until it was difficult for Roxanne to breathe. It ran from just under her tits to just below her waist.
When she was satisfied, she walked over to where the moaning Natalie still lay on the carpet, far too terrified to move.
"Well," said Roxanne, standing over the helpless blonde. "Pull that dress up, I wanna see your ass."
"Ohhhh come on, boys!" Cherie giggled. "Lemme take your pants off; I gotta have some more cock."
"Horny bitch!" But Matt didn't try to stop Cherie as she undid his belt and pulled his jeans down. She did the same with Lance and soon they were there watching as Cherie knelt, playing with their cocks, her mouth moving from one to the other, licking and sucking.
Sobbing helplessly, Natalie eased her dress up over her ass, exposing the crimson, pulped flesh. But her ass was still as tight and delightful as it had always been.
"Nice," said Roxanne softly. "So you're gonna strip for us now?"
"Yes, yes, please, don't whip me again." Natalie moaned. Suddenly she jerked in horrible anticipation. The spiked heel of Roxanne's shoe was probing between the cheeks of her ass.
"That depends," Roxanne said softly. "I'll do everything you say," Natalie murmured, as she wept.
"Well, maybe." Roxanne chuckled. "But it really depends on if I want to or not."
Natalie gave a strangled gasp and jerked as Roxanne shoved the heel of her shoe deeper, right between the crack of her ass.
"You're a sex slave, whore," Roxanne said. "You'll do exactly what you're told, got that?"
She prodded again and the heel of her shoe pushed at the tight ring of muscles around Natalie's ass.
Natalie moaned, her ass heaving in horrible expectations.
"I said, got that?" snapped Roxanne, and her heel pushed harder into Natalie's ass.
"Yes, yes!" Natalie yelled.
"Pull your ass cheeks apart," Roxanne ordered. She twisted the clamps on her nipples, driving the pain into her tits as she circled the whip, waiting.
"Ohhh no, not that, noooo!" Natalie wailed. The shoe went away and the cat lashed across Natalie's already mashed ass. Her screw beat at the walls, but there was another lash and another.
"Pull your ass cheeks apart!" snarled Roxanne.
Natalie moaned. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she reached back and pulled her whipped ass cheeks apart.
"Now say, oh, Roxanne, please fuck my ass with your shoe." Roxanne snarled, twisting the clamps viciously on her nipples.
"Ohhh! No, please, anything else, anything!" Natalie shrieked.
The cat lashed her ass, catching her hands as it landed. She pulled them away, her body lying helplessly on the carpet, her legs desperately trying to close, but held tight by the bonds around her ankles.
"Ohhh shit!" Matt gasped. "I can't take this. Get over the chair, Cherie, now."
"Ooooh, are you both gonna fuck me?" Cherie gasped. She got up at once, almost ran to the chair and foil forward over the two arms, her ass waving on one side, her hot mouth and hands waiting at the other.
"Heads or tails?" said Matt.
"Heads," Lance answered. "She already had your cock down her fuckin' throat."
"Right." Matt grinned and the two of them advanced on the wriggling, moaning nympho.
Cherie gave a low gurgling scream of lust as Matt's cock sank into her hot, wet fuck pit. She grabbed Lance's massive cock, sucking and licking at his swollen cockhead.
"Don't bring them off, yet!" snapped Roxanne. "I want them for this one."
"Ohhh!" Cherie moaned. "I'll fuckin' bring them off if I want to."
"You get them hard again," Roxanne said. "Ooooooh!" Cherie cooed as she licked Lance's cockhead. "Ooooooh, how horrible."
She gasped and sank her mouth back over his thick round prickhead.
Roxanne lashed the cat across Natalie's ass again.
"Say, please, Roxanne, fuck my ass with your shoe!" she snapped.
"Ohhh no, don't do that, don't! Ohhh, save me!"
Natalie sobbed as her ass erupted again. Roxanne changed her point of attack, lashing Natalie's thighs, cutting at the delicate flesh on the insides.
"Beg me, whore!" she yelled.
Natalie screamed, tossing on the carpet, unable to stop a single blow of the terrible whip.
"Ohhh, please, please, Roxanne, fuck my ass with your shoe!"
"Good," Roxanne cooed. She stopped the whip. "Pull your ass cheeks apart," she ordered.
Shivering, broken and weeping, Natalie reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, showing the tight bud of her asshole to Roxanne's horrible gaze. She lay there, her sobs shaking her body as she tensed and waited.
Roxanne put her spiked heel on the tight ring of Natalie's ass. She pushed and the helpless blonde shrieked in pain as the pointed heel invaded her shifter. It forced its way in, an inch or so and Roxanne pulled it back.
"Beg me to do it again," she said.
"Ohhh!" Natalie mowed. "Please do it again!"
"Do what, again?" Roxanne asked.
"Fuck my ass with your shoe!" Natalie screamed, expecting another lash of the whip.
The shove of Roxanne's heel was almost as bad… the thin steel shank of the shoe raped her ass for several inches until Roxanne eased off, just sliding the heel in and out a little.
"Tell me how much you love it," Roxanne whispered. She pushed brutally at Natalie screamed as the full six inches of heel rammed into her ass.
Natalie twisted on the floor, her helplessly spread legs straining at the ring bolts.
"Tell me!" Roxanne snapped, pulling at the clamps, her tits shaking with pain and lust.