"What is it?" Ginger asked, looking at the cream-colored liquid in the bowl.
"Dinner," J.D. answered. "Eat it." He put his hands on his hips and spread his legs. "Lap it up with your tongue. People who fuck dogs should eat like dogs." He bent over and unhooked Rex's collar. As Ginger began lapping her tongue in the bowl, she felt the collar buckled around her neck. "You've managed to get through the first day," he said. "Tomorrow won't be so easy."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ginger continued licking at the liquid in the bowl. It tasted like dishwater, but she was so thirsty she would have taken anything. Her tits and pussy throbbed from excessive stimulation. Never had she reached so many orgasms in so short a time. She felt like she would never be able to calm down again. Every nerve in her body pleaded for rest.
J.D. tied her hands behind her back as she lapped up the liquid. Her tits were pressed against her thighs as she leaned over the bowl. She didn't care what happened anymore. She didn't think there was anything they could do to her that would be any more humiliating than she had already been through.
When she finished, Alice took the tray away, leading Rex out of the room with her. J.D. stood in front of Ginger and unzipped his pants. Pulling his cock and balls out, he said, "Suck it, slave. Keep me entertained while we wait for Alice to get back."
His cock was soft and drooped out of his fly like a huge, fat hose.
"I thought I was through for the day. You said so yourself," she protested.
J.D.'s face turned angry. "If you don't start sucking my cock and licking my balls damn fast, you will be through!" He pushed his cock head against her lips. "Now suck!"
Ginger knew better than to hesitate any longer. She opened her mouth and licked her tongue over his knob, tasting his warm flesh. She sucked his cock into her mouth. His soft flesh filled her like a warm pacifier. She closed her eyes and concentrated on eating his cock and arousing him slowly to erection.
J.D. circled his fingers around Ginger's neck and pulled her head harder against his crotch. "That's it, baby. Swallow my whole cock down. I want to feel my head inside your throat… That's it! Swallow it deeper."
Bobbing her head back and forth over his growing shaft, she felt his rubbery knob slipping deeper and deeper into her throat. His cock tasted hot and good running over her tongue and plunging into her throat. She rocked back and forth on her heels, feeling the erotic sensation of his slick cock stroking her cheeks and tongue.
Alice returned without Rex. She handed J.D. a long wooden switch and then left the room again without a word. J.D. slapped the switch against his palm a couple of times. He pushed Ginger's head away from his cock. "It's time to get you tucked away for the night. Stand up and come with me," he ordered, tucking his cock back in his pants.
She followed him dawn the hall until it ended at a door. The door opened to reveal a large closet. J.D. pushed Ginger ahead of him and closed the door. Opening a panel in the back wall, she saw there was a hidden room beyond the closet. He pushed her into the secret room and stepped in behind her. The room was only a couple of feet wider than the closet. A single light bulb burned from the ceiling. Three walls and the ceiling had metal hooks screwed into them at scattered intervals. The fourth wall was covered with a mirror. Except for the mirror, the room looked like a dungeon.
"You'll be safe here," J.D. said. "You can scream your ass off and no one will bother you."
He unzipped his pants again and pulled his cock and balls back out. "Finish sucking me." He held the switch in his right hand.
Kneeling in front of him, her hands still tied behind her back, Ginger sucked his soft cock back in her mouth and began bringing him to erection. His cock grew swiftly in her mouth, pressing against her tongue and cheeks and poking at her throat. She wiggled her head up and dawn and sucked his cock in and out. As soon as his cock stood at complete erection, he again pushed her head away.
J.D. fondled his cock, pumping his foreskin back and forth over his cock head.
"Lay on your back," he ordered, continuing to masturbate himself. "That's it. Now spread your legs. Get your thighs wide apart. I want to see your pink pussy gaping open. Wider!" He switched the insides of her thighs a couple of times.
Ginger obeyed him as eagerly as she could. She didn't know how mercilessly she would be whipped if she didn't please him. With her wrists tied behind her back, her hips were forced humiliatingly up in the air. Her cunt was exposed helplessly.
J.D. selected two leather straps hanging from one of the hooks and tied her ankles, stretching her legs apart even farther and making it impossible for her to close her thighs to protect herself. He switched the insides of her thighs lightly. Ginger flinched as the wooden lash bit into her skin. The switch made a hissing noise as it lashed through the air.
She felt the lash torturing her flesh. She tried to wiggle away from it, but the straps held her tight.
"Stop, please!" she begged.
"I'm going to let you get a good taste of the rod," J.D. responded. "Just in case you think things have been too easy on you." He laughed. "I like torturing young girls. Especially when they deserve it. You do realize you deserve it, don't you?"
Ginger nodded. "Yes." If that was what he wanted, maybe it would end her torture sooner. She felt the steady rain of light blows lashing over her skin and arousing her. She writhed and twisted under him, her breath coming in deep gasps. There was no way she could escape the punishment.
"The only thing I ever hear from you is begging to be left alone. You don't seem to understand your purpose here. You're a slave and the sooner you understand that the better help you'll be to Roger." He whipped the switch across her breasts, the thin wood criss-crossing her tits with red lines.
Ginger felt her breasts and nipples burning with fire. Perversely, the feeling aroused her. She felt her arousal stirring within her hotter and hotter as J.D. whipped her body with eager enjoyment. She hated herself for responding the way she did. She was being conditioned to respond like a slave.
"Say you like it," J.D. ordered. "Beg me to whip you for a change instead of begging me to stop."
Defeated, she lowered her head on her breasts and begged to be punished. "I deserve it," she said. "Whip me. Beat me. I want to feel the lash punishing me."
"That's better, slave." He lashed her stomach and hips, making the switch fly through the air. He began flicking the switch over her pussy, not striking her hard enough to cut her tender flesh, but hard enough that she writhed frantically. "Taste that," he said. "Learn to love it."
Ginger felt her pussy burning with inflamed arousal as the whip stung her cunt lips and thighs. The feeling left her churning helplessly. She couldn't believe the punishment was actually arousing her sexually. "Don't stop," she begged.
J.D. continued beating her with the lash at the same time he masturbated his cock. He straddled her and pumped his dick up and down, his fist keeping a rhythm that caused his balls to swing back and forth lewdly. "It feels good jacking myself off and whipping you at the same time. I like watching your skin turn red and seeing you twisting and moaning. Keep your head back. I want to whip your tits!"
Ginger could not prevent her shrill cries as the lash bit over and over into her tits. Her nipples felt like hot coals burning her boobs. Her large tits jiggled from side to side. Yet the feeling continued to arouse her until her body felt as though it would burst into orgasm at any moment. "Whip my pussy," she cried. "Fuck me. Put your big cock inside me. I need it. Please!"