"You bitch!" he moaned. "You fuckin' bitch!" He pulled his cock out of her ass and slapped his hand hard across Corinne's swollen, red ass cheeks. "Tell us, bitch? Confess!"
"Please, please, stop it!" Corinne moaned, weeping into the tabletop.
Her pussy throbbed around the dildo, and her body wouldn't stop rubbing up and down on the thick fuck-pole. Not only did that make her lust obvious to her tormentors as they watched, but her orgasms wouldn't stop. She clutched the table, gasping as her pussy worked up and down on the thick rubber cock.
"Fuuuck, look at the cunt," said Donald. "She can't get enough."
Melissa leaned down over Corinne and whispered to her. "Come on, baby," she hissed, "tell us what you feel."
"Go away," Corinne sobbed. "Let me go. You've done it all to me, now let me go."
"Fuck that!" Donald snapped. "Come on, I want her ass – I'll give her something to think about."
"No," Melissa said. She turned to Julius. "Leave it to me. Patience, that's all we need."
All of them looked at Julius.
"You reckon?" he said to Melissa.
"Trust me," she said.
"Sure," he chuckled. "Fuck up, and I'll invite every off-duty cop in the city over, just for you, next weekend."
Melissa chuckled. "What's up, baby?" she teased. "Can't do it all yourself?" She slid her hand over his cock. "If I fuck up, I promise that I'll keep my mouth on your cock all next weekend, and you can let them do what they like to my cunt and ass."
"That's right," he said.
"All right," Melissa said. "Into bed with her." They hauled Corinne off and into a bedroom. It was dark, and all Corinne knew was that they tied her arms to the bed posts and padlocked the chain on her collar to the base below the mattress. She expected to lie awake all night, but she fell asleep at once from sheer exhaustion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Corinne awoke later and lay on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling. She pulled on her arms, but the bonds stopped her and she twisted, bursting into tears as she saw and remembered it all. She stopped trying to move and stayed where she was. She felt very strange.
The pain in her body from all the whipping and abuse of the night before was there, all right, but it was a low, almost sensual ache, not the raging agony she remembered. And she was warm and almost comfortable. That was strange. She pressed her thighs together and gasped as a pulse of excitement throbbed out from her pussylips. Hastily, she opened her legs and tried to stay still.
It was a relief when Melissa came in a few minutes later and allowed her up. She used the bathroom and was then taken back to the bedroom and given breakfast. The only person she saw was Melissa, and she hardly spoke to the confused blonde.
After breakfast, Melissa took Corinne back to the bathroom and started the whirlpool bath going.
"Let's have a look at you," she said.
Corinne stood still while Melissa examined her body, checking on the bruises and still crimson ass and tit flesh.
"Okay," Melissa said. "Get in there and stay there until I tell you to get out."
Corinne got into the swirling water and Melissa left. It was quiet and peaceful and Corinne relaxed, feeling the water soothing her body. She seemed to have no will of her own left. She hardly thought of escape. They would be bound to notice if she tried it, and, anyway, it was just too comfortable where she was.
After about half an hour, Corinne's drowsiness had reached a stage of long, slow sensual arousal. The warm water washed over her tits and between her thighs. She found that she was caressing her nipples, rubbing the hard buds, feeling sensual delight rolling out of them. The clamps that had so cruelly bitten into her nipples seemed to have sensitized them to the point where the slightest touch made her gasp with deep, passionate arousal.
Slowly her hand slid under the water and down to her pussy, rubbing her whipped tit, her legs trembling as the pleasure rushed out, washing over her. She closed her eyes and lay back, gurgling with rising lust.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Melissa snapped.
Corinne's eyes shot open and she found that Melissa was standing right over her. She wore a short, black leather dress, her luscious legs were wide open, the curves of her stocking thighs leading up to the dark line of her panties. She tapped a short riding crop in her hand.
"What were you doing?" she repeated.
"N-nothing," Corinne stammered, her hand moving away from her pussy.
"You were masturbating," Melissa said.
"Na, no, I wasn't!" Corinne gasped, staring at the crop.
"Yes, you were," Melissa said. "I've been watching you through the camera."
She pointed up to the far corner of the room and Corinne saw the tiny lens for the first time. She gasped and moaned in shame.
"You deserve six strokes on your pussy for that, don't you?" Melissa said.
Corinne moaned and stared at the terrible rod. The problem was that her body surged as much with depraved lust as it did with fear.
"No, no!" she moaned. "I promise, I won't do it again." But already she was moving, getting out of the pool, ready to spread her thighs for her punishment.
"Get back in!" Melissa snapped.
Corinne slid back into the water.
"I'll be watching," Melissa said with a nasty smile. "You touch your cunt again before I tell you to, and you'll be tied up in there." She grinned and left.
Slowly, for the next hour, Corinne went crazy. The warm water rushed over her cunt, arousing her to the point where she couldn't keep her fingers away from her cunt. It was worth the pain of the crop to relieve herself. With a helpless moan, she slid her hand down and rubbed her cunt, spreading her thighs wide, sobbing and moaning with lust. She stared up at the camera, not caring anymore that they would all be watching her shame.
A few seconds later, Melissa opened the door. "Hands on the top!" she snapped.
Corinne gave a low gurgle of lust. "Please, let me finish," she moaned, her fingers moving rapidly on her shivering clit.
"I said hands on the edge!" Melissa demanded. She slid the crop across Corinne's mouth and Corinne moaned, surrendering to the dominating woman. She slid her hands along the edge of the pool and waited, trembling with passion.
"Better," Melissa said. She took two leather straps and slid them through rings in the edge of the pool, lashing Corinne's wrists to them. "That should slow you down."
Corinne went out of her mind for the rest of the day. The water surged around her, driving her wild with lust, but a lust that she couldn't satisfy. She rubbed her thighs together frantically, but it only made her need worse. In the end, she lay in the water sobbing, her body on fire with a newly found desire that wouldn't stop.
She was forced to lie there while Melissa fed her lunch and dinner. Melissa was amused by it all, waiting, watching as Corinne went crazy.
After the second meal, Melissa slid the riding crop down Corinne's body, watching her all the time, sliding the leather tip of the crop between Corinne's legs.
"I think you're ready," she purred.
"No, please," Corinne said, totally without conviction.
Melissa let her get up and take a shower, wash her hair and dry it. Then Melissa put the collar back on the helpless blonde and led her out, back into the main room.
They were all there, waiting for her. Susie had nothing on but a black slip, which was up over her thighs as she sat curled up on the sofa, grinning with great satisfaction. The men were in robes and nothing else.
"Came here," Julius said.
Corinne shivered and her legs went to jelly. Her body was raging out of control. She could see their stiff cocks, sticking out of the robes as they watched her. Saul's hard fucker jerked and he took hold of it, jacking off as he waited.