"Little bitch got really turned on by that," he commented.
"Oh no, no that's not true!" wept Monique, appalled at the thought that she had come by having her ass whipped.
Tom slowly fucked his cock up into her pussy. Monique had been fucked before but never before had she been so cruelly fucked, over a table, with a whipped ass that throbbed painfully each time Tom rammed his cock right into her cunt. She groaned and wished it were all over and she could get out of there, but Tom took a long time to come. Hank watched with amusement for a few minutes. Monique didn't know it, but he had already decided she was just what he and Cindy wanted. She saw him leave and was glad of it.
Tom was still fucking his hard cock in and out of her soft cunt, his body forcing her into the wooden tabletop at each stroke. She found herself gasping and trying to stop her nipples from rasping so hard on the rough wood, but he grunted and leaned on her tiny body, forcing her back down. She again began to sob and cry, and the pain from her nipples spread through her body.
Her coming had been an added bonus, ensuring Tom the hardest cock he had had for a long time. He held her painfully whipped ass and fucked in again. Monique felt her cunt muscles tighten involuntarily around the cock shaft invading her body. She moaned again, and with the next fuck-thrust the pain from her nipples on the wood and the pain from his hands on her ass mingled with the pleasure just beginning to come from her fucked cunt. She fucked back at him, trying to get as much of his cock as she could.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, fuck me! Oh, yes!"
Her cunt closed around his cock and Tom began to come. As she felt his cock tighten and begin to pump cum, Monique screamed at him for being such a bastard, leaving her like this before she could come, herself. Tom couldn't do anything about it. He was gone, his cock leaping in her cunt as it shot and poured the white jism into her until it overflowed her cunt and ran into the blonde hair of her pussy.
"Shut up!" he snarled. "Or I'll whip your ass again."
Monique moaned and subsided against the tabletop, letting him come, afraid of getting whipped again. Torn shot the last of his cumload, rested against her for a second, then pulled his cock out and zipped his pants back up.
"Stay where you are," he warned.
Monique lay still across the table, her legs trembling, terrified of what he might do next. He stood behind her until Hank came back into the room, then he left. Slowly, Monique straightened up to see Hank smiling strangely at her.
"My, you are a mess," he said. "You'll have to stay here until the evening bartenders come on and I can take you home and give you a shower."
"Oh, no, no, that's all right," said Monique hurriedly, reaching down and picking up her panties. "I'll be okay. Just let me use the ladies room and I'll…"
"Oh, no," said Hank softly. "My wife is dying to meet a little girl like you. We can't let her down, can we?" He smiled at Monique. "Now, if you're a good little girl, we can do this pleasantly. I'm going to lock the door, and you'll wait in here. If you yell or scream just once, I'll tie you to one of the chairs and gag you. Understand?"
"Yes," sobbed Monique, her head hanging, her tears once more staining her cheeks.
It had all been so sordid, and she knew it was going to happen to her again. The desperation that ran through her was mixed with a strange pang of anticipation.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in that tiny room. Hank brought, her food and another drink, and so things weren't that bad. Then he drove her home, telling her about the bar and how he had won it in a poker game some years before…
That night, Monique was introduced to the true meaning of being a sex slave. She fought Hank and Cindy for hours. She was tied up, had her tits and pussy whipped, and when she still wouldn't give in, her ass was whipped again, painful though it was.
Suddenly she gave in, not just letting them do as they wanted, but truly accepting that she had orgasms every time they whipped and fucked her. With a great cry of release, she had gone down on Cindy's cunt, licking and sucking for all she was worth, then licking around until she reached Cindy's asshole and gave her an orgasm from sucking her ass.
Monique lay back on the bed, sucking Hank while Cindy flicked a small but painful whip over her nipples. Monique began coming as he shot into her mouth, then she got his cock hard again so he could fuck her pussy until she came again. And then he turned her over and fucked her ass. Willingly, she knelt to suck at the two of them as Cindy took Hank's huge cock up her pussy and they fucked. When they were all exhausted, she allowed herself to be chained to the bed and left to sleep for the night.
In the morning, Monique began to learn some of the rewards of being a total slave. Cindy brought her breakfast and the two of them bathed her gently, relaxing her, bringing her off again in the warm water. Then Cindy measured her and, during the next few days, they fitted her in the clothes she was to wear as their slave. For the days, she usually wore a maid's costume, cut low over her tits and with a skirt that just covered her ass.
Cindy and Hank were a horny pair, and many times a day Monique found herself sucking Cindy off, or fucking her with one of the enormous vibrators the pair had. Or she would be thrown on the bed and fucked by Hank whenever he felt like it.
And then there was Tom. When he learned that Monique was now a part of the household, he demanded to have a piece of the action. Cindy and Hank were only too wining to let him in on it. Monique grew to almost enjoy his visits.
The ritual was almost the same each time. She would bend over the sofa without a word, and he would whip her with his belt until his cock was hard. Usually that didn't take very long. Then he would fuck either her cunt or her ass. She was now such a willing little slave that Tom was always done before Monique had really come the way she wanted to. That meant frustration if there was nobody else at home. But she would wait. When Cindy and Hank were back, she would drop a dish or spill the coffee – and she would then be punished and fucked until she had come.
That was why Monique stayed.
She was a pampered pet, given everything she wanted, dressed in exotic clothes and bathed in scented water every day. After a few weeks, she no longer even thought of escaping. All she had to do to get satisfaction was be the slightest bit naughty, and she was punished with the whip until she came again and again and got fucked until she was satisfied.
After a couple of months she was taken out to her first party. Led in with a chain around her neck and dressed in nothing but a pair of thigh-length black boots and tiny black panties, she gasped as she saw the spot lit stage and the metal bar reaching across with the ropes hanging from it. She was tied to the ropes, her feet just touching the floor, her tits thrusting up in the air. She could sense the audience waiting breathlessly. A tall man in a leather mask stepped into the spotlight beside her, a long thin whip in his hands. She gasped and struggled, but he ran his hands over her body, then stepped back and lined the cruel leather up to her body.
The stroke seemed just to curl around her tits, but the knotted tip lashed into her nipple, sending jolts of pain though her body. She screamed as he lashed the other tit, and her nipples stood out, red from the repeat stroke of the whip. The pain in her body was magnified and suddenly as she always did now – she was begging for more, begging for the pain that sent her higher and higher, the whip doing nothing more than contacting her nipples, until she came, gasping and hanging on the ropes.
The man let her down and she collapsed in a heap on the stage. Then she was picked up and thrown into the audience. For the next three hours, she sated the lusts of total strangers. Her body was covered in cum and her pussy and ass overflowed with on, while her mouth was sore from sucking so much pussy and cock.