"You're getting good at this!" Rose laughed. "Now, take the whip handle and fuck me with it; go on!"
Gillian moaned as Rose let go of the whip. In a heaving terror, Gillian pulled the handle out of her throat and tried to put it to the wet lips of Rose's cunt, while at the same time, holding the white dress out of the way. Rose laughed and spread her legs, opening the dark-haired lips of her pussy for Gillian.
"Come on, ram it up me! You hate me, don't you?"
"No, no, I don't hate you!" Gillian wept, sliding the whip handle over Rose's clit, working it toward the steaming hole of her cunt.
"Liar!" Rose laughed. She grabbed Gillian's hair again and tilted the blonde's head up. "If you don't hate me, you're a real wimp. Now, let's try that again."
"No, no, I don't hate you!"
"You stupid bitch!" Rose snarled.
Gillian screamed as Dean pulled her up, shoving her onto the table facedown. Then Rose grabbed her hair and held her while Dean took her legs, pulling them wide open and lashing her ankles to the table legs.
Gillian lay there; spread-eagled on the table, her head hanging over one side. Dean held the squirming blonde while Rose pulled a chair up and sat in it, spreading her legs brazenly on either side of Gillian's bound body. She tilted her pussy up and pulled Gillian's head down, until the two met.
Gillian gave a muffled scream as her face was buried in Rose's hot wet cunt. The smell of a woman in heat washed over her, and she struggled as Rose's cunt-slit rubbed over her face.
Rose pulled Gillian's head up, her skirt falling over her captive's face, her long stocking-clad legs stretched across the tabletop on either side of the sobbing blonde.
"Now, get that whip up my cunt!"
Gillian took the whip handle and ran it over Rose's spread wet pussy flesh. She found the entrance of Rose's fuck-hole and eased the leather handle in, feeling Rose's cunt muscles spasm around the thick rod. Gillian worked the handle in and out of Rose's pussy.
"Mmm," Rose purred, as she worked her pussy on the whip handle. "Now, tell me how much you hate me."
"No, no, I don't hate you," Gillian lied. "It's just that – aagghhh! Help!"
She twisted desperately, her ass on fire, just in time to see the thin rod in Dean's hand.
"No, please! For the love of God, no!" she begged.
"Tell me how much you hate me," Rose purred, "and don't let that handle fall out of my cunt, bitch, or you'll really get it if you do."
"No, no, I don't – aaaghhh! Help no, please, no! Please, don't whip me, please!" Gillian struggled and wept, her ass on fire; three thin lines of agony across her flesh, beaten deep into the already thick mass of welts there.
"Tell me how much you hate me."
"Yes, yes, all right, I hate you!" Gillian screamed.
"And work that whip in my cunt!" Rose screamed. "Whip her Dean, she's gotta learn!"
"Aaaghgh, no, no please – uurrghh!" Gillian twisted and jerked on the tabletop, her legs squirming on the polished surface, her ass burning with a desperate fire.
"Work that thing in my cunt, bitch! Do as you're told!" Rose yelled, jerking her pussy over the thick whip handle.
The rod lashed Gillian's trembling ass. She worked the whip handle into Rose's spasming cunt; sweat running down her face, her ass twitching, as she waited for the next blow.
"Yeaahhh!" Rose yelled. "Better, whore. Now do it. Tell me how much you hate me!"
Rose slammed her cunt all the way up the whip handle, her white gloved hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
"I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle into Rose's pussy with all the force she had.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, fuck me! Come on! Fuck me with that handle – you hate me, you hate me!" Rose jerked and tossed in the chair, her wet cunt sucking in the whip handle.
"Yes, aaaghghhh! Fuck, you bastard!" Gillian screamed as the rod whipped her ass once more. "I hate you, I hate you both!"
"Yeahhh, and all you can do is lie there and fuck my pussy with a whip and take a beating, right?" Rose screamed, lurching upward, her cunt taking the whole of the whip handle into her hot cunt.
"Yes, yes – urrghhh! You fuckers, you bastards, you shits!" Gillian screamed. She pumped the whip handle into Rose's pussy, her hand rubbing over the woman's clit, getting wet with Rose's juices.
"So fuck me like you hate me, bitch! Come on, show you hate me, you wimp, you dirty little wimp!" Rose heaved in the chair, her long legs trembling around Gillian's bound body, her white leather dress sliding up over her hips.
Gillian screamed, and rammed the whip handle into Rose's cunt as hard as she could. Then she hauled it out and slammed it back in, her hand running hard into Rose's clit. Furiously, sweat pouring off her face, her ass twitching as she waited for the whip, she fucked Rose's cunt; slamming the whip handle into the woman's hot wet fuck hole.
Rose spasmed and jerked in the chair, gasping with lust. Her thighs spread wider and she leaned back, running her hands inside the top of her dress, caressing her tits through her tiny bra. She rolled her large, crinkled nipples in her fingers; moaning as her passion mounted.
"Yesss, come on, bitch! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You wanna kill me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Gillian screamed, jerking as the rod cut into her ass.
"But you have to fuck me instead, bitch, right?" Rose yelled, her hot cunt swallowing the whip handle in a great gulp.
"I hate you, I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle deep in Rose's cunt. "Aaaaagghhh!"
The rod lashed her ass, and beat a terrible line across it.
"But you have to fuck me, don't you, bitch? You can't do what you want, right?" Rose screamed, her hips jerking faster and faster.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Gillian sobbed, her tits rubbing against the edge of the table; her hands cramping as she rammed the whip into Rose's cunt. But the rod whipped her again, and her screams echoed around the room, as she jerked and flopped against the polished tabletop.
"Say it, bitch! Say you have to fuck me! Come on, bitch!" Rose demanded.
"Uaaghhh! I have to fuck you!" Gillian sobbed.
"And you hate that, you wanna kill me so bad!"
"Yes, yes, I do!"
"But you have to fuck me!" Rose leaned back and roared with laughter.
"Yes, yes, you bitch, I have to fuck you and I wanna tear you to pieces!" Gillian screeched, jerking as another lash of the rod beat into her ass.
"Welcome to real life, bitch!" Rose screamed, climaxing in the chair. "Learn it, use it; it's the only way to win! Aaahhh, yeahhhhh!"
She peaked, her cunt throbbing around the length of the whip handle as she came down from her climax, gasping with pleasure.
Gillian held the whip handle in Rose's cunt; her fingers wet with cuntal juices, her ass burning from the rod. She sobbed, her body aching and throbbing. She felt desperately humiliated, but something she had never known before was churning in her guts. It was a strange satisfaction, and she had no idea where it had come from, or what it was.
Rose laughed, and slid her white leather dress back down her thighs, covering Gillian's hand and the whip handle.
"Now take it out, slowly," she ordered.
Gillian moaned, as she eased the whip handle out of Rose's sucking cunt. It came out wet and slippery; shining in the light. She reached back and rubbed her ass, moaning in horror, as she found a smear of blood on her flesh.
"Lick it clean!" Rose snapped.
Gillian gave in at once, licking her tongue over the handle of the whip, tasting Rose's hot salty pussy juices.
"See?" Rose laughed. "This is how it is, honey; learn how to win, if you can."
She burst into peals of laughter and slid her hand up under the hem of her dress, reaching up for her pussy. Her eyes went hazy with lust as she rubbed her clit for a few moments, watching Gillian lick the whip handle. Almost instantly, her ass jerked and she gave a moan of lust.