"The sexy slut's cumming!" Cecil shouted as he took the whip from Bruno. "Look at the way her pussy's dripping! Here, you beautiful whore! You love it so much we're going to whip you some more!"
Cecil snapped the whip against the trembling flesh of Jane's upper thighs. The silky dress shredded under the vicious curling of the whip. He snapped the whip against her blazing red ass, then lashed it across the small of her back. His cock was wagging around, hard and dripping, as he flogged her sexy body. He hit her ten times so quickly that Jane couldn't tell one blow from the next.
Margot grabbed the front of Jane's dress and ripped it down, revealing the upthrust cones of Jane's perky tits. She laid her black candle right on top of the rubbery nipple of Jane's right tit, letting the wax drool down without cooling at all. Marcia held her candle just above Jane's beautiful face. Jane screamed in fear when the hot wax splattered on to her cheeks and nose and forehead. She screamed in terror when Marcia touched the open flame to her hair, burning strands and filling the room with a stinking smoke.
But none of it stopped the agonizing orgasm that was tearing through her body.
Jane couldn't stop squirming. Her cunt was snapping open and shut like a clam. Pussycream was pouring out of her cunt to drench her inner thighs and soak the floor beneath her. Jane was caught in a world of pain and degradation, but it was making her so hot that she could barely stand it.
Then another guy was whipping her. Jane wasn't sure which one it was. Her ass was a bloody mess now, and her upper thighs and lower back were bleeding too. This guy aimed the whip lower, scoring her perfectly turned calves and the tender backs of her knees. Jane sagged against the post, beaten insensible. She was staying on her feet by pure instinct now, every ounce of strength beaten from her body.
"You dirty, sleazy whore." Margot chuckled, plastering Jane's stiff nipples with hot wax. All three girls were dripping wax on their crazed captive, covering her tits, shoulders, throat and face in burning wax. "You love it, you worthless cunt! You love every fucking thing we do to you!"
"Love it!" Jane moaned, wrapping her sleek thighs around the post and grinding her swollen, swampy cunt all over it. "Love everything! Please stop! Please, please stop!"
"Let's paint her face," Barbie said with a girlish giggle, dripping wax into Jane's silky cleavage until it looked as though a red river was flowing between her perky tits. "Let's paint her stuck-up face in wax."
Marcia laughed at her friend's suggestion, and the two beautiful girls went to work covering Jane's elegant face in a coating of green and red wax. They laid their candles flat against Jane's forehead, and the tortured beauty howled in agony as wax poured down onto her skin. The pain was unbearable, but there was no way for Jane to escape it.
The girls laughed and joked as they rolled their candles over Jane's face. Each girl coated one of Jane's cheeks. They took turns on, her nose, working their way toward her chin. They even painted her lips with hot wax. By the time they finished with the beautiful slave her face was painted in red and green wax. And all the time that Marcia and Barbie were waxing Jane's face Margot was working on the captive beauty's tits.
Jason and Larry had taken their turns lashing Jane's sleek, tortured body. Trevor shook his head when the bloodied cat was offered to him, instead picking up another of the toys Mike and Marcia had brought over. It was a short riding crop. He swished it through the air a few times before he stepped up to Jane's sultry, squirming body.
"Now you're going to get a real spanking," he said before he hit her the first time.
Jane screamed as the crop slapped against her welted, bleeding ass. She screamed again as Trevor whipped the backs of her thighs. The way Trevor used the crop made each blow hit with the sharpness of a whip and the pounding of a club.
Margot had tired of covering Jane's tits with wax. Now she was playing her candle up and down Jane's creamy flanks, rolling the candle along her tender skin until Jane jerked and twitched in agony. Marcia and Barbie were dribbling wax on Jane's long, slender arms, her soft, flat stomach, anywhere they had not already marked her with the burning wax. Jane felt as if everything that was happening was very far away. The only thing that seemed close were the ripping orgasms that were causing her cunt to wriggle and leak.
"Take that!" Trevor shouted, pounding the crop against Jane's ass. "And that! And that! And this!"
On his last blow Trevor slammed the crop into the back of Jane's head. The blow drove the tortured beauty into the pole with killing force. She wobbled for a moment after she bounced off it, then tumbled to the ground.
"Did he kill her?" Bob asked. He sounded disappointed. He hadn't had his turn whipping her yet.
"She's just a lazy fucking cunt!" Margot growled. She touched the burning flame of her candle to Jane's swollen, dripping cunt. "This ought to fucking wake her up!"
Jane screamed in agony, brought to sudden, pain-drenched awareness by the burning flame that was brushing over her cunt-lips. Her eyes bulged as she scrambled forward. Margot followed her with the flame, waving it all over Jane's cunt and ass, never letting the flame linger in one spot long enough to do any real damage. She delighted in the maddened horror she had aroused in the broken beauty. After a few moments of chasing her with the flame, she came up with an even better idea.
"Come here," she said, grabbing Jane and hefting her up into the air. Jane hung for a moment, supported only by Margot's grip and her bound hair. "Let's get you on this counter, dumb cunt, and do some real work on you."
She dropped Jane on the bar like a sack of trash. Jane's hands were pulled up over her head now, still bound to the post. Her lean, sexy body was stretched out face-down on the counter, the tattered remnants of her pretty dress hanging in rags around her arms and waist.
Bob was the next guy to beat her. He used the crop, and he was able to aim full-strength, overhand swings at her rounded ass and flawless back. Tod used the cat, standing up at the end of the bar and playing the vicious whip all over her ass and legs.
The girls dripped wax onto the welts that covered Jane's sleek body, bringing cries and frenzied spasms from the woman. Margot took special delight in dripping wax all over the battered, sexy cheeks of Jane's ass. She even dripped wax between the lush asscheeks, burning the tender inner cheeks of Jane's ass until the broken beauty begged the guys to kill her.
"Let's turn her back over," Ted said, taking the cat from Tod. "I want to whip those pretty tits."
Jane was too far gone to even beg. She was barely conscious. Her cunt was still spasming, and her long, lean legs rubbed languidly together. When the guys flipped her over, she stared up at Ted. When he brought the cat down across her pert, wax-splattered tits, she only moaned softly and rubbed her legs together harder.
"Dirty whore!" Margot bellowed, pressing her face against Jane's. She spit on Jane again and again, until the woman's beautiful face was dripping with drool. "Dirty whore! Dirty whore! Dirty whore!"
It didn't matter. Jane was climaxing again, burning through an orgasm that felt as though it was filling every inch of her sinuous, writhing body. Her tits felt hot and swollen. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they were on fire. Her stomach felt as though it had been flushed full of something hot and filling. Even her fingers and toes tingled with warmth. Ted was slashing the cat down brutally on her tits and stomach, but even that agony only made her orgasm more powerful.
Awareness slipped away from the bound and tortured beauty, but even after she passed out her cunt leaked and her sexy legs rubbed wetly against each other.