CHAPTER THREE
Julius didn't help her at all as she struggled with his jacket. It slid down his arms and off, and she reached for his shift.
"Don't you know how to undress a man?" he growled. "My pants next."
Corinne's fingers trembled with Julius' belt, her nerveless fingers struggling with it in vain.
"Susie, come here," he said.
Susie eased her bat mouth from Saul's cock and came over, her tight waist-cincher accentuating the luscious curves of her body. She pouted and straightened her stockings.
"What do you want, honey?" she asked.
"Get a cane and whip her ass every time I tell you to," he said. "And, if you just think you hear me, I won't complain."
"Well, sure, Julius." Susie gave a low gasp of passion. "Can I really?"
Julius nodded, and Corinne broke into sobs as she tried to undo his belt buckle. Susie leaned down, her blonde ringlets rolling over Corinne's hair.
"You're gonna be sucking and fucking my man, whore," she said, her mouth close to Corinne's ear. "Like Melissa, I get real mad when somebody fucks my man."
"Ooooh, please!" Corinne wept, her fingers slipping off the belt buckle. "Help me, I can't do it!"
"We'll get you some help," Julius said.
Corinne instantly broke into sobs and tried desperately to pull at the buckle again.
But it wouldn't move. Corinne was sure Julius was pushing his stomach muscles out to stop her, but she didn't dare say it. As she wept and fell back on her knees, Susie came up with a thin cane, her hand shaking with excitement.
"Get your ass up," Julius said. "You'll get my buckle off in no time."
"Nooo!" Corinne sobbed. "Please, Julius, no! I'll try it, really, I will, but it's hard."
"Just about as hard as his cock," Susie said, and she burst into giggles.
"Get your ass up," snapped Julius, "or else!"
"Please, Julius, please! Ohhhh, God no, I'll do it, stop!"
She struggled desperately in Julius iron grasp as he nodded to Donald, and his friend went into the other room and came out with a terrible-looking piece of equipment. It had side pieces which supported a horizontal bar, at about waist height.
"No, I'll do it!" Corinne screamed as Julius pushed her face down over the bar and held her there. "Noooo, please, Julius, let me do it, I will!"
Donald took hold of one of her ankles, pulled it to the side of the apparatus and lashed it to the base. He did the same with her other ankle and she was tied up again, her legs spread wide, her body held over the bar by Julius' steel grip. He waited for a moment until Donald gave him the collar chain, and then he clipped it into the steel ring in the thick leather.
"Ohhh no, help!" Corinne cried as she struggled, her hands going to the collar.
Julius pulled a chair over and sat down, keeping a tight hold on the chain, forcing Corinne's head down, trapping her body an the bar.
"Now," he said, "lessons for this evening. Number one."
The stroke of the cane took Corinne by surprise, lashing across her tight ass cheeks as she stared at her nephew. The stroke burned like fury in her flesh; she heaved, the collar chain jerking as she screamed in agony.
"What do you say when I give you an order?" Julius asked, and the cane whipped into Corinne's ass again.
"Aaaghhh! Yes, yes, I will!" Corinne screeched, her body jerking wildly, her, ass on fire.
"Good, so let's try it," Julius said. He stood up, his stomach only a foot or so from Corinne's face. "Now, undo my belt."
Corinne screamed as she took hold of the buckle and the cane lashed her ass. It came in again, Susie laying it on hard as Corinne struggled with the belt and screamed. With the third stroke, her feverish hands gripped tightly and the buckle came undone. She flung the sides away, weeping and screaming.
"Good," Julius said. "Now for the rest."
Corinne reached for the zipper of his pants and jerked, screaming as Susie whipped her. "What was that for? I'll do it, really I will!"
"What was that for?" Julius asked Susie.
"Ooohhh, I'm sorry, Julius," Susie said. "But I thought you said to whip her again." She pouted and slid her fingers over her hot cunt.
"She said she thought I said she was to whip you," Julius said as Corinne pulled as hard as she could and jerked his zippcr down. "Sorry about that. It won't happen again, until the next time, will it, Susie?"
"Oh no, Julius," Susie laughed. "I'll listen real good."
Corinne sobbed at the humiliation as much as the pain while she pulled on his pants and dragged them to his knees, trying to avoid even looking at the massive cock-bulge in his underpants. The closer she got to it, the worse it looked, like a gigantic snake sitting there, waiting.
"Farther!" Julius snapped as she struggled with his pants around his knees.
Corinne wept and pushed, bending farther as she had to drop his panta to his ankles. Her legs strained, but Julius gave her enough loose chain to bend deeper and deeper until her hands were on the floor and she was trying to push the pants off his feet.
"Please, Julius!" she begged, her body bent double, her ass sticking up high on the bar. "Could you lift your feet to help me?"
"Sure," he said, and he lifted his feet one by one, allowing his sobbing aunt to slide his pants off. "Now my shoes."
They were expensive loafers and Corinne tried to pull them off, but he moved and suddenly he was standing on her fingers, trapping her hands painfully against the carpet.
"Aaahhhh, Julius, Julius!" she wailed. "Please, please – aaagghhh! Oh, God!"
She screamed as the cane whipped into her tight, stretched ass cheeks. She writhed in her agony, her hands pulling out from under his shoes.
"Sorry, Julius," Susie said, and she whipped Corinne again. "Did you say something?"
"No, darling," he said. "Did you?"
"I could have sworn that I heard you say whip her," Susie said, laying the cane into Corinne's ass.
"No," he said, grabbing the chain and forcing Corinne's head down again.
"Must be hearing things." Susie whipped Corinne again for good measure.
"Yes, darling, you must be. Hey, shit-face, get my shoes off," he snarled at Corinne, "or I'll have you whipped."
He rattled the chain and Corinne almost choked with horror and pain as she reached down and pulled one of his shoes off. He let her take the other one off and sat down, still keeping his hold on the chain.
Corinne was allowed to straighten up a little, her ass burning with pain.
Julius stretched out his foot into Corinne's face. "My socks," he said.
Terrified that she would get whipped again, Corinne reached out and pulled his first sock off over his foot and let it drop.
"Kiss my foot," he ordered.
Corinne choked as she leaned in and let her soft lips kiss the top of his foot.
"Not bad," he said. "Fuck, I'm so horny I can't string this out much longer. Get my other sock off, bitch."
Corinne pulled his other sock off and kissed his foot when he told her to, terrified every moment that Susie would whip her ass again. Then he stood up and came very close to her as she lay over the bar, shaking, her legs spread wide, her body sweating and shaking. Inches from her horrified face was his cock, pressing out against the front of his underpants, swollen, enormous.
"Take them off," he said.
Corinne's tear-stained face grimaced as she reached for the elastic at the top of his shorts. Her slip was twisted all over the place, her stockings were torn and wrinkled, but she was still a delicious sight bent helplessly over the bar, her ass sticking up in the air.
She pulled the shorts down, and they instantly got caught on the head of Julius' enormous cock. Her fingers trembled as she reached to pull them away, but she couldn't do it without touching his swollen prick, and her twitching hand wouldn't move that close.
"Noooo!" she cried.