With one final spasm, he fell onto her with a force that knocked the breath out of her. Sherry started getting her breath back after a few moments. It had been so quick. She couldn't believe it. She had been fucked! She had lost the virginity she had tried to save for her boyfriend.
"You bastard," she said.
"You'll learn to love it, bitch," he said. "You'll really learn to love it."
"Not from you," she said.
"We'll see," he said, and she didn't like his smile.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sherry opened her eyes and somehow knew that the day was already half over with. Her body felt bruised and sore and she was no longer a virgin. She could feel the dried blood between her legs and she shivered as she remembered the hard pounding she had gotten the night before.
She wondered where George was and she didn't have to wait long to find out.
George came out of the bathroom. He looked angry as he bent over her.
"You weren't much of a fuck, bitch," he said. "You really didn't try very hard."
"I hate you," she said.
"I thought maybe you'd learned your lesson," he said. "I guess you haven't. Well, maybe your friend will help teach your lesson."
Sherry looked at him, puzzled.
"Your friend Ginger. She is your friend. You see, we know a lot about you. We just didn't know that your friend Ginger was going to put up such a fuss and then it turned out she wasn't even virgin ass. Her cherry had already been popped."
"What have you done to her?" Sherry asked.
Sherry was sounding braver than she felt. At that moment she feared and hated this man more than she had ever feared and hated anyone. And she knew she was completely in his power, that he could hurt her if he wanted, and that made it all worse.
"You want to know what we've done to your little friend?"
"Yes."
"All right," he said. "I'll show you."
He unhooked the chains that held her on the bed. He tied her hands behind her and she didn't resist. He put a dog collar around her neck and tied a silver chain to it. He then put a robe around her naked body and buttoned it up front.
"Don't want all the guys looking at you," he said. "Not yet, anyway."
He took her downstairs and outside. She saw Leslie and she nodded. She was dressed the same way Sherry was and her face was puffy and swollen. She looked like she had been crying again. She was walking meekly behind the man who held her chain.
"You walk behind me just like that girl," George said.
Sherry started to refuse but then shrugged her shoulders. There was no sense in making him even madder. She would see Ginger first.
She was pushed along until they came to a clearing. She saw Ginger and Ginger looked bad. Her back was striped from a whipping and her mouth and eyes were puffy from being beaten. She was tied down on the ground face down and there was a kind of round barrel underneath her and she couldn't move.
"Nice looking ass," George said. "It's a shame she's been using it so damn much."
"I don't understand why you're doing this to her," Sherry said.
"Because she was supposed to be a virgin," George said. "We were all to pick out one sweet virgin. She wasn't a virgin. She's been shaking that ass for some young fellow. The guy who got her is a little mad."
"But you don't have to hurt her," Sherry said.
"Maybe you'd like to take her place," George suggested. "You could, you know. Just say the word and we'll put you over the barrel and beat your ass a little."
Sherry found her mouth too dry to speak. She thought she would have done anything for her friend but she knew she couldn't take that. She couldn't help Ginger, not if it meant she would be put over the barrel.
"All right, Bobby," George said. "Bobby Bishop knows how to use the fucking whip!"
A young man walked out. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and an open shirt. He carried a whip. Sherry swallowed nervously as Bobby looked at her and caressed the whip like a woman's tit.
He moved closer. He drew back his hand and let the whip flash. Ginger cried out in pain as the end of the whip hit her ass. He did it again on the other cheek of her ass.
"That's just to warm her up," George said.
Now Bobby started moving his arm as fast as he could. It was almost faster than Sherry's eyes could follow but she could hear the loud crack of the whip hitting Ginger's ass. She could also hear Ginger's loud sobs.
"Move your ass, bitch," Bobby said. "Move your ass like you're getting fucked."
Sherry cried at Ginger's humiliation. Ginger started moving her ass in an obscene way just as if she was getting fucked. Bobby turned the whip around. He moved even closer to Ginger and he pushed the handle of his whip between her asscheeks.
"Nice ass," Bobby said. "Beautiful fucking ass. You really know how to move it, baby, but then that's why you're here. You've been moving that ass for some other boy."
He moved the whip handle down her ass and between her legs. He gently pushed the knob of his whip between her legs and Sherry realized that he was pushing his whip into Ginger's cunt!
"That's right, baby," Bobby said. "Move your ass against my fucking whip. Show me how you fuck leather."
Ginger was sobbing softly but she was still moving her ass. Sherry knew that Ginger didn't want to feel that whip anymore.
Bobby shoved the whip handle a little deeper into her pussyhole. Ginger screamed as the whip handle almost vanished in her tight cunt.
Bobby looked like an animal as be started pushing the whip handle in and out of her pussy. He finally drew it out and walked around to her face.
"Lick the handle," he commanded.
"No," Ginger said, shaking her head.
"Fucking slut!" he said. He lashed her across the face with it. He watched the blood spurt from her smashed lip. Then he bashed the other side of her face and Ginger cried out in pain. "Lick the handle, fucking cunt," he said. "Lick your own pussyjuices off of it!" Ginger was shaking her head from side to side but it was only a reflex action. He pressed the handle against her mouth and this time she started licking it. Her pink tongue moved up and down the whip handle, slimy with her own cuntjuices. "That's a good girl," Bobby said. "You see how much better things are if you do as you're told." He made her lick the whip handle for a long time. Finally she had it glistening with her own spit. He pitched the whip away and unzipped his trousers. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her face. "Let's see how you can do against my handle," he told her.
Ginger looked sick but she started licking his cock. She licked and kissed his big prick all over. Sherry licked her lips as she remembered how it had been the night before. She remembered being forced to suck that huge cock. She didn't know that the worst was yet to come for poor Ginger. "That's right, baby," Bobby said. "You're doing a good job. Now lick it nice and clean. Lick my prick good!" She moved her pink tongue all over his halfhard cock. It was slowly getting harder and a few moments later it was pushing hard against her lips. Bobby reached down and grabbed her hair. He pushed her head back and pressed his prick against her lips so that she was almost choked with the size of it. "This time, take it in your mouth and move your head back and forth. You know how to do it. I'm going to fuck your face for a while!" Ginger had no other choice and she let him push his big prick into her lips. He gripped her head and started running his prick in and out of her mouth. Sherry could see dripping saliva running down the side of Ginger's mouth and dripping on her tits. She was sucking fast and she was taking his prick deep into her throat with every movement of her head. His wasn't the first cock Ginger had ever sucked.
"That's enough, baby," Bobby finally said. "I'm not ready to come. Not yet. I've got another surprise for you."