"Come here," said flank.
Slowly Monique walked over to him and he inspected her for a long time. Then his hands went up to her tits and ran gently over them, tweaking the nipples. Monique asked them for a drink of water.
"Hmmmm," said Hank, his fingers at her nipples. Without warning he twisted them hard, so hard Monique cried out and stumbled against him. "Certainly little girl, a drink of water."
He left her standing there and went back into the bar. The cop stood silently, swinging his belt. When Hank came back, he had the water and also a smaller glass with a light-brown drink in it. He gave her the water and she drank hastily, aware of the men's eyes on her body, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Then Hank handed her the other drink. It was some kind of spirits, she could tell that much.
"Drink it down!" he snapped.
Monique slowly raised the glass to her lips and gulped the bitter liquid. It made her gasp and clutch at herself as it burned down into her stomach, but, after a few moments it began to help. The fear in her subsided even further and her mouth felt better. She stood in front of them again and ran her hands over her tits.
"Now bend over that table," said the cop. The fear in her rose to fever pitch again, but it wasn't quite the fear of a few minutes ago. Trembling, Monique stepped up to the table and bent at the waist, her legs spread, her skirt covering her just to the top of her thighs as she lay flat on the rough surface, her tits rubbing against the wood. Then she felt a hand flip her skirt up and over her ass until it rested at her waist – and nothing stood between the belt and her helpless ass.
"Now I'm gonna show you what we do to little girls who break the law," said the cop, and his voice was husky and thick with lust.
For a few seconds nothing happened. Then she heard a slight swish, and a terrible pain shot out from her ass cheeks and up her body. Monique screamed and her body lurched off the table.
"Aaaagghhhh!" she yelled, her legs kicking into the air and her upper body trying to get free of Hank's strong hands. "Oh, please," she begged. "Please, anything, but not this!"
"Keep your legs where they are," the cop warned, "or we'll have to tic them to the table, and that would make me very angry indeed."
The belt slammed into her ass again and her screams filled the little room. Monique couldn't see the glee with which the cop raised the belt each time. She didn't know that this was the only way he could get his cock up. All she knew was that the dreadful pain exploded through her body again and she screamed, but kept her legs down. She couldn't imagine what he would do to her if he got really angry.
"Remember, my name's Tom," said the cop as he waited, the belt high in the air over his head. "How about you beg me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"
"Oh yes, anything, anything if you'll please stop hurting me!"
"She's too fuckin' easy," the cop said, and he whipped her red and painful ass cheeks again.
Several more times he threw the belt savagely into her body, and each time Monique screamed and begged him to fuck her.
"I think she needs her mouth stopped up," Tom said.
"Just what I was thinking," Monique heard Hank say.
His grip on her shoulders shifted and he came around to her head. And it was then she saw it for the first time – his enormous cock. It was standing out like a menacing pole from his hairy legs. His prick was inches from her lips.
"Open wide," Hank said, his hands sliding down her arms almost to her elbows as he leaned back, stretching her body harder over the table.
Monique sobbed and firmly closed her mouth. At a nod from Hank, Tom threw the belt at her ass again and she screamed at the fresh agony. But Hank still didn't shove his cock at her. He just stood there as she sobbed and pleaded for mercy. Tom whipped her again. She screamed, lurched as far as she could and fell back to the table.
"You know when I'm going to stop whipping this tight little ass of yours?" asked Tom, giving her another painful stroke.
"No, no, I don't know."
"I will stop whipping your ass when you have licked the last of the cum off Hank's cock there. And to do that you'll have to suck it, won't you?"
He crashed the belt across Monique's desperately sore ass again and she had a moment of clarity. She remembered what she had told herself at the beginning. Even this whipping and to have Hank shoot his cum-load in her mouth was better than going back to the school. And after this she would be free again. As the next stroke hit her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
Hank slid his huge cock between her teeth. "Suck on it," he said.
Monique started to suck on the immense fucker that filled her mouth. The belt whipped her again, but now the pain was less and only her hips jumped to the stroke. Hank took his hands off her elbows and reached up to her head, running his fingers though her blonde hair and gently pushing her mouth farther onto his cock. She worked her tongue along the underside of the monster prick, amazed that she wasn't half as repelled by cock-sucking as she thought she would be. She felt his cock fucking deep into her mouth and the belt crashed across her ass.
She screamed again, but it was muffled by the cock. The pain in her whipped ass had turned to a fire that burned through her belly and down her thighs. Hank rammed his cock in her mouth again and the belt came in perfect time with it. Her throat opened and took Hank's prick deeper. Again the cock rammed home and the belt whipped her, but now her screams had become a moan, and she worked her head down onto Hank's cock, sucking at it for all she was worth.
The fire in her ass was spreading and the cock in her mouth was jumping and twitching, and she wasn't even aware that her throat muscles had given way completely. Hank fucked deep into her throat with every thrash of the whip.
She heard Hank gasp and grunt as her mouth rammed over his throbbing prick. She felt the belt whipping into her ass, but all it did at each pass was to inflame the incredible feeling running through her pussy. She rolled with each stroke, her ass reaching wantonly up in the air for the belt.
Behind her, Tom was sweating profusely as he swung again and again and his cock hardened as he watched the young girl, her ass circling, reaching, trembling far the beating she was getting. He took his cock out of his pants and rubbed it between the fingers of his left hand, thinking all the time about fucking it into her wet little cunt.
Suddenly Monique felt Hank's cock throb wildly in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.
He grabbed for her head, shoving it down on his cock harder than he had ever done before. The belt cracked across her ass again as the first jet of salty cum shot deep into her throat. The combination triggered her body and she went into the most incredible series of heaving orgasms, each pulse coming as a fresh rush of Hank's cum shot into her mouth and Tom slapped the belt across her ass. Her mouth opened wide as she gurgled with release, sucking and swallowing the cum while Hank bellowed at her to take it all and fucked deep into her mouth again. In a frenzy, Tom kept whipping her ass. Hank's cock pumped the last of its cum as her ass did the final swings in the air. She fell down across the table, gasping and still sucking at the cock in her mouth.
Tom let her suck on Hank's cock for a while, gazing in satisfaction at her reddened and throbbing ass.
"Now," he said, as Hank pulled his cock out of her mouth and grinned, "now I'm gonna fuck that little cunt of yours."
CHAPTER FIVE
On the table, Monique moaned and wept, but she didn't plead anymore. After what she had been through, a fucking was going to be easy. She never saw Tom's cock, just felt it rub slowly across the wet lips of her cunt. She heard his laugh.