"You'll take more than that," Willie said, grabbing the cock in her pussy and pumping it in and out as far as the leather strap would allow. Immediately Alice began plunging the other cock in and out of Ginger's ass with the same torturous rhythm, alternating her strokes so the dildo in Ginger's butt was being withdrawn as the dildo in her pussy rammed forward.
They continued sawing the two cocks back and forth in Ginger's pussy and ass until she thought she would pass out from the intense sensations burning through her body. She was forced back and forth like a helpless doll. The cocks set her body on fire with perverse lust. She actually wanted them to continue ravishing her flesh with their sadistic torture. Yet she begged them to stop, trying to pretend her deviate arousal did not exist.
Willie was not fooled. "You like it, bitch," he said, releasing his hold on the dildo and running his hands up her body to her breasts. He cupped each heavy globe in his palms and hefted them, testing their weight and firmness. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples until her breasts burned with savage arousal.
Alice continued reaming the dildo back and forth in her ass as Willie bent and sucked Ginger's right breast into his mouth. His teeth bit and chewed her tender flesh, continuing to arouse her passion to an even greater intensity. He shifted his attention from one breast to the other, keeping her aroused to a feverish pitch of excitement.
Ginger felt her orgasm drawing closer and closer as her body was tortured and humiliated. She bit her lower lip to keep from begging them to ravish her flesh even more viciously. She felt at any second she would explode in a giant climax. But suddenly Willie stepped back.
"She needs to be whipped some more. Use the leather strap. I want her whipped hard, but I don't want her marked up with the whip."
Alice eagerly went to the dresser again and brought back a thick strap of black leather. Willie stepped aside as Alice positioned herself directly in front of Ginger's sagging body.
"You're really going to feel this," Alice warned. "If you think you've been whipped before, wait till you feel this." She drew back the strap and swung viciously. The leather slapped against Ginger's breasts with a loud smacking sound. Smack!
Ginger writhed in frantic contortions as the leather bit into her body, stinging her flesh in two-inch strips of jolting shocks. Again and again the leather kissed over Ginger's skin, leaving a deep flush with each cruel lash. But even the leather strap added to the perverse excitement building steadily in Ginger's tortured body.
The dildos throbbed and pulsed like evil demons in her pussy and ass. She felt them arousing her to the point that she would do anything to bring the release she needed so desperately. Every inch of her body surged with burning arousal that continued to build in volcanic proportions. Finally, Ginger could deny her arousal no longer. She begged for release.
"Fuck me! Beat me! I can't stand it." And then as Alice whipped her body mercilessly, Ginger erupted in violent contractions. Her climax raced through her body. She writhed against her bindings in spastic contortions. Every nerve in her body surged with sensual energy as the dildos continued vibrating in her pussy and ass.
Ginger's climax went on and on until she was left drained and sagging against the leather securing her to the ceiling. She felt too weak to even stand. Her head tilted forward as she gulped deep breaths of air, her breasts rising and falling provocatively.
At last, Willie untied her hands. Ginger crumpled to the floor at their feet. She kept her eyes averted as shame washed over her at the humiliating performance she had given them. She hated herself for the way she had responded to the sadistic treatment. What was wrong with her that she had become so aroused at being whipped and tortured?
"Are you ready to help Roger now?" Willie asked.
Ginger nodded her head. "I was always ready to help Roger. I just don't like being forced."
"Bull!" Willie said. "You love it. You're the biggest masochist I've ever seen. You like being punished. It's a good thing you do because I have a lot of contacts that get their kicks out of beating up pretty little girls like you. You'll be able to earn a lot of money to pay for Roger's lawyers. A lot more than you could ever earn as a nurse."
Ginger shivered at the threat of what was in store for her. She knew she would never be able to stand very much of the kind of treatment she had just received. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help Roger, but she still didn't believe Willie was being honest with her. What if he only used her and kept the money for himself? Roger could be rotting away in jail forever and she wouldn't even know if he was getting the money or what.
"I'll do it," Ginger said, "but I want to talk to Roger first."
"Don't be dumb. How do you propose to do that? Roger's in jail in Los Angeles. Do you think you can just go waltzing in there and talk to him. They'd have you behind bars yourself. Then what would you do to help Roger?"
"In that case, I want to talk to his lawyer."
Willie smiled. "That I can arrange. As a matter of fact, Roger's lawyer is one of the kinky types I told you about. He gets his kicks whipping women. When you meet him, you can make your first payment toward Roger's release."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Willie pulled Ginger to her feet and dragged her naked out the back door and down the stairs. He pushed her inside the bottom apartment and followed her in. She cowered away from him, her arms hugging her breasts.
"I don't want to be whipped by anyone," she said. "I'll… I'll turn some tricks if it will help Roger, but I don't want to be hurt."
"Roger's lawyer is J.D. Simpson. He's a very big man. You'll do what he says." Willie backed her into the living room and forced her onto the trundle bed. Using leather straps he took from a shelf, he tied Ginger's wrists and ankles securely to the bed corners. Willie left the apartment without another word.
Ginger pulled against her binding, but they only tightened around her wrists. She felt humiliated being spread-eagled with her pussy still dripping from her last orgasm. She heard footsteps upstairs, the front door opening and closing – and then silence. She didn't know how long she would have to wait. Not knowing sent chills surging through her body. She struggled harder against the leather straps, twisting and pulling until she was exhausted.
It was late evening when the front door opened and J.D. Simpson stepped inside. He looked exactly like a lawyer was supposed to look. He wore a light gray business suit. He was in his mid-thirties and had streaks of gray in his temples. He closed the door behind him and stared at Ginger's helplessness, smiling. "Willie told me you were reluctant to help Roger. I see he's taken care that you don't run out on him."
"Please untie me," Ginger begged. Her arms ached to be moved. She felt like every muscle in her body was frozen with stiffness. "I'm not trying to keep from helping Roger."
J.D. crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. "That remains to be seen. You tried to run away earlier. You should be punished for that."
"I have been."
J.D. began stroking Ginger's naked flesh, letting his hands run over her smooth skin and cup her breasts. He ran his fingers into her crotch, feeling the soft forest of dark curls covering her mound. He spread her cunt lips and stabbed a finger into her slit, pushing it deeply into her body.
Ginger flinched when she felt his finger touch her clit and begin massaging it back and forth. She didn't want to be aroused again, but J.D.'s finger kept flicking back and forth over her clit until she felt it responding as blood rushed to her pussy and began arousing her clitoris to erection.
"Don't!" she said. "I want to be untied."