Don hauled on the chain end, and Patty's arms began lifting. He pulled her slim arms high above her head, so high that only the very tips of her toes were still touching the floor. Then he hooked the free end of the chain to the hook in the wall. Patty was hanging at full length, stretched out tautly.
To her, it almost seemed like a relief.
Lynn let Harry cuff her hands in front of her. She was already nude except for her hood and now the new cuffs. Harry strapped Lynn's ankles to a long thin bar, which spread her legs quite pleasantly wide apart. Her soaked pussy was completely exposed.
He then attached a chain to her cuffs and drew her arms high. But he knew he had to outdo Don and Patty, so he grabbed Lynn about her waist and lifted her bodily off the floor. He pulled down on the chain and made the length between Lynn's wrists and the ceiling as short as he could.
When he finally hooked the free end to the wall, Lynn was hanging by her wrists, her legs held wide open and completely off the floor by almost a foot.
She groaned as her shoulders and wrists took the strain of her full weight.
God! She hoped no one wanted to whip her while she was strung up like this. There was no way in fucking hell that she'd ever be able to defend herself.
She could just imagine what her immense breasts must like to those bastards now.
But no one was looking at her just then.
All eyes were on Janice.
It was her turn!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janice was led to the center of the room by the chain around her neck.
She was shaking badly. She was scared. She was excited. She was so fucking horny she hoped they'd just whip her and fuck her fast.
Her cunt hole was already drenched with lubrication.
The crotch of her tight panties was soaked.
She was ready for a good fuck!
"So this is the bitch, eh?" Wellington asked Jim.
"Yes. First-rate bitch, though. Just needs to be housebroken."
Wellington reached down with the tip of his whip and poked at Janice's gag. She was drooling a bit around the fat rubber ball. Her chin was wet.
"Well, Jim. Spread some papers out there beside her, and let's just see how much breaking in she's going to need this evening."
Jan listened to this conversation closely, but she wasn't sure she understood what was going to happen to her. She heard Jim unfold a newspaper and lay out the big sheets on the floor a few feet from her body.
"OK. Show us your stuff, doggie girl."
Jan felt a sharp tug on the chain. The collar around her throat tightened until she turned in the desired direction. She moved forward and felt the thin sheets of newspaper under her hands an knees.
Jim knelt down beside her to release the chain from the collar. He patted her back and whispered to her.
"You've got to piss, baby. Piss every damned drop you've got inside you. Understand?"
Janice gulped. She had to piss? Jesus! But she nodded to her lover.
"Good girl," Jim whispered to her. He patted her shoulder then stood up and backed away from her.
She waited.
The men watched her.
"Come on, bitch!" Wellington demanded. "Wet the papers. Do it right. Piss where you're supposed to, and maybe we won't have to correct you with this."
The whip sung through the air. Janice jerked and gasped at the sharpness of the stinging pain that burned like a line of fire across her ass cheeks.
She nodded her head violently to let them know she was going to obey. It was just taking time – she wanted to fuck, not piss!
She lowered her head to her hands. She raised her ass high. She strained to release her piss. It wasn't working. She jumped as a second stripe cut into her smooth panties, cutting the material and leaving a bright welt across both tight cheeks.
Damn! She relaxed her body, and tried to think about pissing. She felt a slight trickle.
"There. Is that piss?"
She strained briefly and was rewarded with another quick squirt of hot piss into her panties. The wet spot grew larger. The panties were pulled tightly over her pussy mound, and the piss wet them fully over the crotch, mingling with the sweet cunt juices already there.
She relaxed again, and suddenly the hot piss gushed out of her hole, soaked quickly through the thin panties and began flooding onto the paper under her.
"Damn bitch!" Wellington laughed.
Janice pissed. Her yellow fluid spilled down the insides of her thighs and wet the paper under her knees. Most of it gushed right through her panties and splashed up under her belly to wet the front of her French maid uniform. It was hot at first, but it quickly grew cold.
The stream lasted quite a long time. Her bladder had been full. The release of her piss helped her to relax even more, so more piss squirted out of her body.
Janice moaned as the stream slowed to a trickle. It stopped. She worked a few final spurts out of her hole, and was finished pissing. Her legs were cold with the stuff as it dried rapidly on her skin.
The paper under her body was soaked with her piss.
"Ought to make the little bitch lick it all up! Don't you think so, Jim?"
Jim shrugged. "If you think so, John. She did do it on the paper, like you told her to, though?"
"Yes, I guess you're right. Let her off the hook for the moment."
Janice sighed with relief. She had absolutely no desire to lick up her cold piss and swallow it down.
She shuddered at the very thought.
"I'd like to fuck the shit out of her," Don said casually. He sat on the couch, rubbing his dork, eyeing Jan's pretty little butt.
"Take her, then," John offered just as casually.
"Hell, let me have her fucking mouth, then," Harry said. "Take that damned ball out of her mouth and I'll fill it with my damned fat prick."
"Fine. Go to it, Harry, my boy."
Wellington looked the young woman over. She was one sexy looking bitch. He hadn't really paid her too much attention with Lynn in the room, stark naked and willing and obviously interested in him, to.
But Janice was certainly as sexy. Maybe a bit more so, if it got down the brass tacks.
Wellington liked his women a bit on the short side-slender, slight, but with a couple of handfuls of tit.
Janice was exactly that.
His own cock needed some action.
"I'll take her cunt hole, gentlemen. And for openers, let's all take her at the same fucking time."
Jim casually reached out and took the whip from John's hands.
"I'll keep her mind off you guys, then," he laughed lightly.
Janice was gulping hard and fast behind the gagging ball. All three at once? She had heard about this sort of thing, and she'd been interested in trying it. But God, was she ready for it?
She felt Harry cutting through the cord over her cheeks that held the ball between her teeth. He pulled the ball out of her throbbing and aching mouth, and a mouthful of warm saliva spilled out with it. She sucked and slurped and licked her lips, then worked her jaws for a few seconds to ease the aching pain.
She smelled cock. Damn the hood that covered her eyes! She wanted to see the cock she was going to suck. She wanted to see the man whose fucking come she was about to swallow.
Somebody was pulling at her panties. She felt the cold the material sliding down her wet thighs. A quick slice of a knife severed the material away from her knees, and left her bare and fully accessible to the cock.
"Let's get this show arranged in the proper order, gentlemen."
John Wellington got up and walked all around the girl. He made gestures in the air as he calculated the best way to fuck her.
"Don, you're the strongest one of us. Fuck her asshole, then haul her over onto her back, on top of you."