Ginger looked for her suitcase. She opened a door that appeared to be a closet and saw it sitting in the corner. She pulled it out and tossed it on the bed. Opening it, she quickly began separating the things she wanted to wear to the airport. She didn't hear Willie and Alice walking up behind her until Willie grabbed her arms and pulled them again behind her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Willie laughed. "You haven't even begun to pay your debt for me hiding you last night. Close that suitcase and turn around."
Angrily, Ginger spun around, her eyes flashing. "I've done everything you told me and now I'm getting out. You can't keep me here any longer!" Again Willie only laughed at her anger. He pushed her onto the bed. Ginger bounced over her suitcase, feeling the water sloshing beneath her. She tried to crawl back to the edge, but Willie pushed her back again with his foot.
"Look at her, Alice. Isn't she something? She just got here and already she wants to leave. What do you think I should do with her?"
Alice crossed her arms and held her chin with one finger as though in deep thought. "Maybe she should be tied to the bed and whipped so she'll understand the seriousness of trying to get away without paying her bill."
Ginger couldn't believe what she heard. "What do you mean tie me up and whip me?" She tried again to crawl from the bed, but Willie easily kicked her back again. "I'll tell Roger when I see him," she threatened.
"Go ahead," Willie said. "But it may be a long time before you see him again because I just got word this morning that he was picked up by the police in Los Angeles."
Ginger was stunned by the news. No, it couldn't be true. She covered her mouth with her hands, biting into her palms. What would she do now? Fear raced through her as Willie crawled onto the bed and grabbed her ankle. He pulled her to the edge. Before she had time to protest, Willie had strapped her ankle with a leather belt to the bed and spread her other leg to repeat the process.
Willie stretched her arms above her head and strapped her wrists to the opposite side so she was spread-eagled helplessly. She felt her cunt quivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation of what evil thing Willie planned to do to her. Alice handed Willie a short, black riding crop.
"Whip her with this, Willie. Make her flesh sting with little kisses of leather. She'll like it." Alice licked her lips. "If you want, I'll whip her for you."
Ginger gasped with fear. She saw the sadism burning in Alice's eyes. "No, please!" Ginger begged. "Don't whip me. I'll cooperate with you. I'll do anything you want."
Willie spoke harshly. "It's not what I want. It's what Roger needs that you've got to be willing to do. Roger will need money for lawyers now. The only place he can get that kind of money is from you."
"How can I get the money?" Ginger responded.
"You can turn a few tricks for him."
Again Ginger gasped with shock. They wanted too much from her. "No!" she begged. "I can get a job as a nurse." She didn't have time to say more. Willie lashed her breasts with the riding crop. She jerked as the leather hissed against her flesh, leaving a thin red line over her breasts.
Willie whipped Ginger's tits over and over. "Ungrateful bitch," he cursed. "You think you have something to complain to Roger about, yet you won't do even the most natural of all things to help him." Angrily he began lashing Ginger's stomach and legs with the whip. The leather sizzled through the air. Soon Ginger's entire body jerked and spasmed under the growing network of criss-crossed lines.
Ginger pulled and jerked against the bonds keeping her spread helpless on the bed. She begged and pleaded with Willie to stop, but she knew there was only one way she would ever be released from her bondage.
CHAPTER FIVE
Willie continued whipping Ginger's body. He tortured her carefully and sadistically. He was an expert with the whip. He timed each lash like a pulse beat, letting the last sting begin to melt away before delivering the next. Ginger twisted helplessly. She felt the fire burning through her flesh with a perverse appeal. Willie wasn't trying to disfigure her. He wasn't whipping hard enough for that. He wanted to torture her. He was playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse.
"So you'll give your cunt away, but you won't sell it to help Roger!" Willie lashed the whip over Ginger's breasts. "With an ass and tits like yours, bitch, you were made to fuck. You deserve all the punishment I'm going to give you."
"No! Please!" Ginger begged, but the whip continued cutting smartly against her flesh. She jerked continuously under the steady rain of blows. And with each contraction, her arousal grew hotter and hotter.
"I'm going to lash your pussy and tits till you agree to turn a few tricks for Roger." The whip snapped against Ginger's flesh with a sharp cracking sound. Crack! Crack! Willie was becoming as aroused as Ginger. His cock stiffened slowly to complete attention. It throbbed like a thick club each time the whip cracked against Ginger's flesh. Ginger twisted frantically against her bonds. How much punishment could she take? The fact that she wouldn't give in made it seem like she didn't want to help Roger. But that wasn't true. "I'm not a whore," she protested. But the arousal growing hotly through her flesh made the idea seem more and more appealing.
Crack! Crack! "I can do this all day," Willie said. He fondled and stroked his swollen cock with his left hand. The whip dangled in his right. "Do you want more?" Crack! The leather kissed into Ginger's pussy. Crack! Crack! Her thighs were criss-crossed with thin red lines.
Ginger closed her eyes and tried to hide the arousal burning through her flesh, but her cunt gaped open and glistened with heated juices. She moaned sensually. Fire licked at the inside of her cunt lips. Her clitoris throbbed with intense need. The whip singed her flesh like tiny jolts of electricity.
"Stop!" Ginger begged.
Willie hesitated, his feverish eyes lusting at Ginger's dripping pussy. He pumped his fist over his purple knob faster and faster. "You're ready to be fucked," he said, dropping the whip and crawling between Ginger's thighs.
"No," Alice pouted. "Whip her some more. She thinks she's too good to be a whore. Let me have the whip. I'll show her what a whipping feels like." Alice grabbed the riding crop and drew back her right hand.
Willie snatched the whip away and threw it across the room. "Not now. Now I want my cock in her pussy." He lowered himself over Ginger's body and positioned his eager cock in Ginger's hot slit. His purple knob plunged easily into her pussy.
Ginger felt his hot cock filling her cunt and sliding against her clit. "Oh… oh! That feels good. Keep it in me. Fuck me." She ground her hips against his thrusting body, feeling his shaft sliding back and forth over her clitoris and bringing her to an excruciating state of arousal.
"I'm going to, bitch. I'm going to teach you what it's like to have a cock punish you." Willie stabbed his dick into Ginger's pussy like he was plunging a knife into her body. His hips churned frantically. Sweat beaded out on his forehead. His balls slapped against Ginger's thighs as he screwed into her pussy with savage strokes.
Willie's cock was a blessing compared to the whip. "Harder," Ginger taunted, feeling her arousal take complete control of her body. She bucked upward each time Willie lunged downward. "Make me feel it, Willie. Put your big dick in me as deep as you can." Ginger ground her hips upward. "That's it, Willie. Hard! Hard!"
Willie found himself unable to match the gigantic need Ginger begged for. He worked his cock in and out of Ginger's pussy as fast and hard as he could. Still, Ginger was not satisfied. Suddenly he drew his cock back until only his feverish knob remained between her cunt lips, then he pushed in as slow and tantalizingly as possible.