"Please, Mike," she whispered, her voice cracking as tears flowed down her beautiful cheeks. "You don't need to hurt me. I fucked all your friends, didn't I? I'll do it again if you want. Please don't whip me. Please don't hurt me like that!"
Mike smirked and walked back around behind her. Jane kept pleading, crying harder and harder until her wards were nothing but gibberish. The gang of guys laughed at her and called her names, but Jane couldn't stop herself. The threat of the whip had broken her completely. She offered to do anything to escape the torture that was coming.
Mike stood behind her, looking at her gorgeous back and listening to her pitiful begging. For two years Aunt Jane had told him when he could fuck her and how he could fuck her. It had been beyond a teenage guy's wildest dreams to get to fuck an older woman as beautiful as Jane, but it had always bothered him that she was the one who decided everything they did. And as much of a dream as having a woman as mature and sexy as Jane for a lover was, the idea of having her as his personal, groveling slave was a million times better.
In the dress she was wearing, Jane's back was revealed all the way to the upper slopes of her tight ass. Mike grabbed the back of her dress and ripped it down farther, revealing her perfect, pear-shaped ass. Jane screamed in fear when he did, and that turned him on so much that he knew he couldn't wait any longer to start her beating.
"Ten guys, Aunt Jane," Mike said, cocking his whip arm, relishing every instant of his gorgeous aunt's terror. "Ten lashes each. You can count, can't you, fucker? Tell us how many lashes that adds up to."
"A hundred!" Jane whimpered, her sleek, sexy body trembling with the force of her crying. "Please, Mike! Please, baby, don't hurt me! Please don't do this!"
"You're going to love it, cunt!" Margot growled, stepping around in front of Jane with Barbie and Marcia. Jane cried out in fear and despair when she saw the three candles the girl was holding. "And while the guys are whipping your worthless ass, we girls are going to be making you fed real good too."
Mike lashed the whip forward.
Jane shrieked in agony, sagging against the post she was bound to. The whip had bit across the small of her back, each cruel strand biting deep into her creamy flesh. Mike drew the whip back and watched with delight as the bright welts that crossed her lower back faded slowly to an angry red. Jane whimpered as the pain from the lash burned its way through her nervous system. She held herself tense against the post, waiting for the next lash to come.
Mike lashed her shoulders, bringing the whip up overhand. The tails whipped over Jane's shoulder, leaving bright red welts over her right arm and graceful throat. Then Mike laid the whip against her ass, making the tight asscheeks jiggle. Jane almost collapsed from the terrible pain the first three lashes had caused her. She pressed her forehead against the post, trying to block from her mind the awful thing that was happening to her.
"Look at that pretty ass shake!" Cecil shouted. "Hit her again! Slap the shit out of the sexy slut!"
Mike lashed her again, striping her flawless back with lines of fire. It felt as though someone was pouring lines of gasoline on her tender flesh, then lighting them with a match. Jane felt the world spinning away from her and knew she would never survive a hundred lashes. She started to sag against the post, then shot back upright when Mike thrashed her sexy ass again.
Margot grabbed her by her jaw and mashed their lips together. Jane didn't even try to resist as the big girl whipped her tongue deep into her mouth. Jane accepted the brutal kiss as her due, even when Margot caught her lips between her teeth and bit down until Jane thought the teenage girl was going to tear them away.
Mike hit her again and again, criss-crossing her firm ass and long, flawless back with a roadmap of angry red welts. The bottom of her dress was shredded by the time he hit her ten times, revealing most of her long, slender legs. Every inch of Jane's back and legs felt as though they had been doused with acid. The knowledge that her long, shapely legs were now revealed for beating made her wish for death.
She screamed with fresh terror when Margot stepped away from her and lit the three big, long candles. Jane watched the flames at the ends of the candles. When hot wax bubbled at the end of the long tapers, she cried like a lost soul, knowing what the girls were going to do to her.
"Bruno," Mike said, staggering back away from his squirming, sexy aunt. "You want the next go, big buddy?"
"Fuck yes," Bruno said, scrambling off the soda where he had been sitting and grabbing the whip from Mike's hand. "Get ready, Jane. You ain't going to get no love taps from me."
Mike had varied his strokes with the whip. He had hit her hard and soft, hit her from the tops of her quivering thighs all the way to her sexy shoulders. Bruno swung the whip as though he was cutting down a tree. Jane shrieked as the first lash cut deep into her ass. Before her first scream had died away Bruno had hit her again, just as hard, in just the same place.
"Nooooooooo!" Jane screamed, her eyes rolling. She twisted and bucked, her hair tearing, her svelte body gyrating in a hopeless, maddened attempt at escape.
Mike lashed her ass again. This blow was so hard that it knocked Jane into the post. Her pert ass was stained such a bright red that it looked as though it had been painted.
"Agggghhhhh!" Jane screamed, bouncing off the pole and jerking at her hair as though she would have been willing to tear herself bald to escape the whip.
Mike whipped her again. And again. And again.
Jane's slim, supple body was twisting and bucking in an outrageous display of raw sensuality. She looked like the world's most talented and beautiful stripper as she squirmed and thrashed her way through a doomed attempt to escape the torture of the whip.
Jane wasn't sure what she was feeling anymore. She knew she was being punished, that she had done something wrong and that she was being taught a lesson. Tears soaked her face as she begged incoherently for mercy. The whole back of her body burned so intensely now that the sensation was almost beyond pain, almost in a world of sheer, overwhelming sensation.
"Don't cry, pretty Jane," Barbie said. Jane looked up at the tall, pale blonde and marveled at how beautiful she was. "Here, let me give you a kiss."
Jane moaned with pleasure as Barbie's soft lips brushed hers. She whimpered with delight as Barbie's wet, questing tongue pushed past her lips, wiggled deep into her mouth.
Suddenly there was a terrible burning on her shoulder, and Jane cried out in pain. Barbie drilled her tongue even deeper into Jane's mouth, pressing her hand over Jane's tits, and the beautiful captive cried with pleasure and agony. When Barbie broke the kiss Jane saw that the willowy blonde had dropped burning wax all over her shoulders. Droplets of wax were hardening on her creamy skin. The pain was awful, but the brush of Barbie's mouth and the press of her hand were wonderful.
Bruno hit her again. And again. When he drew the whip back there were tiny drops of blood on its cruel lashes. He brought it back around even harder, lashing Jane's sexy, tortured ass for the tenth time. Barbie moved the candle up the soft slope of Jane's shoulder letting burning not wax fall on the tender skin of Jane's long, graceful throat. At the same time she washed her tongue over Jane's burning face. The bound, beaten beauty felt as though she was going to explode.
"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed, spit drooling from her lush lips, her big eyes glazing over. An orgasm was ripping its way through her sleek, tortured body. "Oh! Oh! Oh! No! No! Not happening!"
It felt as though there was a chainsaw deep inside her cunt. Jane hugged the pole, humping it as though it were a giant cock that was fucking her whole body. Pussy-cream streamed down her quivering thighs. Pussy-cream splattered straight down from her pussy, too, plopping to the floor beneath her. She stared lovingly at Barbie, thrusting her beaten ass back at the whip. The pain and the degradation were too much for her.