She glanced toward her lover. His eyes were bright with lust for her, she could see. She smiled slightly at him, then twisted her legs under her and got to her feet. She stood in front of the men, swaying slightly as she got her balance.
She blushed as she felt a thick trickle of come slip from her pussy lips and roll down her thigh.
"Jenny will be at your disposal, gentlemen, for the rest of the evening. You may do with her as you please."
Wellington looked each man in the eyes as he said the words. Each man understood that his own woman was to be made as fully available to the others for any purpose at all.
Wellington's eyes finally came to rest on Jenny again.
"You will find whips, and any other devices you might wish to use on her, in the closet."
John smiled at the strange expression that crossed the girl's pretty face. Whipped? Jenny didn't want to be whipped, at least not by these other men. She knew she would probably get the full treatment from Mr. Wellington. But that had been part of the deal from the beginning. Whatever Mr. Wellington wanted her to do, she was supposed to do it, without question or hesitation. But Gary hadn't told her that part of her duties would be to service three other men, too and to allow them to whip her!
Jenny licked her lips, and tasted come. She shuddered slightly. She remembered the fucking John had given her upstairs, less than an hour ago. Her cunt gave a small involuntary twitch at the thought of feeling the whip on her bare skin.
Damn it! She had really gotten in over her head this time. And her own young body was leading her down a path of strangely pleasurable pain and humiliation. She wondered if she would be able to turn back, once this evening was over.
John got up out of his chair. He motioned Jenny toward a corner of the room. The youngster walked slowly toward it, and her eyes went wide when she saw the thick heavy chain dangling from the ceiling.
"Face the wall, Jenny."
She did as she was told. She felt John wrapping the chain between her wrists, around the tight cloth belt that bound them together.
She twisted her neck and looked over her slim bare shoulder at John. He winked at her, then yanked her arms up high between her shoulder blades. Jenny was forced to bend way over. She felt the man's hand stroking her sweaty asscheeks. His touch was gentle but firm, the whole palm cupping her tight butt as he stroked over the smooth moist flesh.
She grunted as he forced her arms even higher. Then she heard the chain being pulled through some kind of pulley arrangement. Her body bent all the way over, until her head was down near her trembling knees. Her wrists were pinched hard in the cloth and chain. Her cunt slit was exposed from behind, the soft wet curls of pale brown cunt hair peeking through between her thighs.
She knew her bare ass presented a delightfully available target for the whip John had mentioned, and she tightened it in anticipation. Maybe it wouldn't be so awful after all. She imagined what the sting would feel like, and her nipples responded by growing even harder. With little effort the young teen could brush her swollen buds against her own thighs. The pleasure that flashed through her body when she did it made her blush hard, and gasp.
"Apparently, Jenny finds this pose to be acceptable, gentlemen. Isn't that right, Jenny?"
Jenny grunted. "Yes, sir."
She jumped at the hard slap on her ass that followed.
"Good girl," Wellington said. He walked back to his chair and sat down. He looked first at Jim, who hadn't yet participated in any of the action.
"Whips are, in the closet, Jim. Why don't you show us how to give our pretty little under-aged whore the punishment she deserves?"
Jim snorted. "Sure. Why not?"
He got up. Janice caught her breath. She didn't want Jim to have anything to do with the child, but at least he hadn't rushed in to fuck her, like the other two. Let him have his fun, she thought.
Jim walked casually over to the closet door and opened it. Displayed inside were at least two dozen different kinds of whips. He chose a thin and very flexible riding whip, longer than the short crop Don had used on Patty, with a loose bit of leather dangling from the end. It would leave a nice welt, and Jim knew that was what Wellington would want to see.
He felt his cock stiffen. Hmmm. So maybe it was what he wanted to see himself, too. And why not? He'd never had the chance to whip a little girl's bare ass before, and the idea excited him immensely.
Jim swished the whip through the air. He snapped it. The crack was satisfying. He wouldn't mind using this one on Jan. He looked over toward the woman, still crouching doggie-style beside his chair. The little whip he had bought to use on her looked pretty cheap in comparison to this beauty.
He rubbed his chin, looking from Janice to the whip and back again. He glanced toward Jenny's bent-over pose. God, what a beautiful young ass. He wondered if he could slice the tip of the whip right into that gooey wet crack of her cunt.
You'll get your chance with this baby, Janice, Jim thought with a smile. But right now it's Jenny's show.
The other men settled back to watch as Jim walked over and took up a position behind the young girl. Jim reached down and caressed the soft flesh for a moment, feeling the girl twitch at his first touch.
"Easy, Jenny," he said quietly. "Easy, girl. I'm going to whip you now. OK?"
He felt the girl tighten her ass cheeks when he told her what he was going to do to her.
Jenny was already gasping from her awkward position. It was difficult to breathe properly, bent over like this. And she felt a little dizzy from having her head so low. Her shoulders hurt like hell from taking the strain of her weight, too.
Jim saw the child nod her head slightly as she gasped out her answer.
"Yes, sir. Go ahead and whip me."
Jim's cock went rigid when the little girl spoke. Her voice was silken and sweet. She sounded so innocent that Jim smiled. How could such a sweet voice belong to such an obvious sex machine?
"Ready?" he asked her.
"Yes, sir," Jenny whispered back to him. She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her thighs tightly together, squeezing her ass cheeks closed.
"Oh, no, honey. We can't have that," Jim told bar. He patted her ass with the tip of the whip. "Spread your legs apart."
Jenny groaned.
She had been afraid that they were going to make her do this, spread her legs apart so they could whip her cunt. Damn! But she did it. Ho long bare legs, sweaty and coated with drying come, moved hesitantly apart. Her sweet little cunt came fully into view between her thighs.
"Good. Very good. You look very beautiful like that, Jenny. Did you know that?"
"No, sir. I'm glad you like me like this. But it really hurts a lot, sir. Could you please hurry up and whip me?"
Wellington laughed.
"Why, you little bitch," he snorted, getting up out of his chair. He strode across the room to the closet and pulled down a set of steel handcuffs. Those he carried quickly over to the girl. He knelt and clamped a manacle to each of her bare ankles. Then he drew her legs so wide apart that poor Jenny thought he was going to split her in half. And as he forced her to move her legs so far apart, her body bent lower, and her arms were pulled even higher behind her back.
"Oh, God," Jenny moaned. Her shoulders snapped and cracked. The strain was almost unbearable. She was stretched wide open, pulled taut between the chain from the ceiling and the hard, cold manacles locked around her ankles.
Her cunt was opened. Partly from the spread of her thighs, partly from the swollen state of her cent lips, her bright-pink inner folds were fully revealed, nestled beautifully within the downy nest of her brown pussy hair.
"You'll remain like that for the rest of the evening, you fucking little whore," Wellington told her. He slapped her ass check hard, and sent a jolt of pain into the child's pulled shoulders.