"It really isn't that bad, is it"?"
Peggy shook her head as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You rather like it, don't you?"
Peggy wept openly. The pain excited her and shamed her at the same time. She couldn't bring herself to nod until Raoul flicked the side of her buttock again.
"You see, Bill?" Raoul tossed the limber handle of the whip to the younger man. "Don't mark her badly. Nothing that will leave a scar."
Bill popped the lash three times in the air, watching Peggy shrink away from him. Raoul turned his back and walked to the heavy armchair.
Bill's cock was elongating. His eyes went from the lash to the naked, long-stretched little girl and back. He took a sidearm swipe at Peggy's thigh, not snapping the whip. The silk cord wrapped around her limb above the knee, leaving a pink stripe.
Raoul sat in the chair and watched His dissipated, old-looking eyes began to light up for the first time. Peggy looked pleadingly at him but she saw that he would be the last person in the room to take pity on her.
Bill carefully considered the young captive dangling in front of him His prick jerked as he popped the frayed end of the lash against Peggy's belly. A tiny red star blossomed at the touch. The pink on her thigh was already fading.
Sherry, wearing only her stiff black corset, moved to sit next to Raoul. He lifted his arm from the arm of the chair and fondled her thigh. The swarthy commander crooked his finger and lush, curvy Janet sat on the other side.
Bill took off his loose-fitting linen shirt. His teeth glinted under the bright flood lamps as he considered where to strike next. His wrist flicked, and before the whip even seemed to move, a crimson pinpoint showed on Peggy's buttock.
Janet's hand strayed down into Raoul's lap. Watching Peggy's torture excited the red-haired woman. She was being brought to a fever pitch.
Raoul let her play with his stiffening cock. He sat erect, one hand on each of the two voluptuous women and cautioned Bill, "Draw no blood. No marks can show in two days' time."
Bill glanced at the trio in the chair. Whipping Peggy excited him, but watching his wife and sister fawning over another man made his blood boil. He lashed across Peggy's thighs and belly. He didn't pop the end of the lash. Short, sharp whistles cut the air as the lash swung, red welts sprung up on the girl's skin.
Sherry caressed Raoul's face while Janet opened his fly. His thick, uncircumcised member stood rampant. The deliciously rounded Mrs. Green licked her sensuous lips and began to slither off the arm of the chair. She knelt on the floor, half-watching Bill taking his jealous fury out on their hostage. She leaned over the thick, leathery-looking weapon in Raoul's lap.
Bill no longer glanced at Sherry or Janet. He beat savagely at Peggy's nakedness. The limber steel of the long handle laid crisscrossing lines on her slender asscheeks. He hissed curses between his set teeth.
Peggy twisted and flinched with every blow. The whistling shaft landed time and again on her buttocks, and the braided black silk wrapped around her hips like a serpent. The frayed end landed repeatedly on the soft, clit-filled triangle of her protruding inner labia. The heat of the flood lamps made her sweat rivers. The salty fluid made every stripe and welt blaze like a flare.
Sherry's naked cunt oozed musky cream on.the wooden arm of the bondage chair. Raoul's fingers tugged lightly at her cuntal thatch, then rested, calmly, on her long, tanned thigh.
The little girl's skin glistened in the bright light. She looked as if she'd been lovingly oiled, then painted with a narrow red brush. Peggy's vagina poured thick honey down her thighs, where it mixed with her sweat. The flaming stripes on her buttocks heated her virgin cunny to a steady simmer. Peggy's large brown eyes gleamed through the tears and she flinched more often toward the lash than away.
Bill kept beating at her. Her back was covered with welts. She twisted slowly, too pained and excited to control her hanging body. The chain creaked and the long handle of the whip hissed through the steamy air of the foil-lined room.
He slashed from side to side. Bill felt all his rage strengthening his whip hand, flowing down the handle and flaying the captive child. Power flowed into his balls. His cock was harder than his flinty heart. He flung the whip down and grabbed Peggy by the waist.
Raoul leaned forward in his chair. The women on each side of him watched closely.
Bill hoisted Peggy off the ground. She panted with anticipation. The drastic punishment had heated her cunny even more than Sherry's artful tongue.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need a big stiff cock in my pussy," Peggy moaned. She pulled up with her shackled arms and opened her legs wide. "Jam it in! I've got to have your cock!"
Bill wrenched the dangling girl to himself. Her wet, hot pussy brushed against his cock He lifted her another inch, and hunched his throbbing prick head up against the tight mouth of her pussy.
Peggy screamed with lust. Her ankles scissored behind his back and she drove her sopping cunt down at his prick.
Bill gasped. The hot flesh of Peggy's pussy was as wet and slippery as a porpoise. His strong, thick hands forced her hips down.
Peggy felt a tearing inside and she welcomed it with a sobbing-cry of relief. Her pussy was at last opened to accept a man's hot stiffness. The pain was much smaller than the pains of her frustration had bee. She rejoiced in the feeling of entry.
Bill felt the little girl's hole open reluctantly around his up thrusting weapon. The warmth of blood and pussy juice rolled down his prick, lubricating it for deeper, harder fucking.
Bill's sac was drawn up in a tight knot at the base of his cock. He guided Peggy's rolling hip thrusts with his thick hands. He faced the, floodlights and the brilliant beams heated his exposed scrotum.
Peggy dangled by her wrists from the black-iron chain. She worked her long, slender legs like a wrestler, forcing Bill's hips to shove his thick cock into her hungry cunt. His thumbs dug bruisingly into the softness of her belly.
Bill's legs opened. His heel rose and fell as he made his whole body jab upward like a deep shoved cock. He ducked his head and his lips tore at Peggy's exposed nipples.
The overheated bulbs of her titties responded like two stiff clits. A bonfire erupted in each compressed breast. Peggy waved her head and her long brown hair shimmered around her shoulders.
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. The peak of her orgasm poured over her like a tidal wave. She drowned in the sudden flood of passionate sensuality. Her rolling hips and tight-clenching cuntal walls bent Bill's cock.
Bill howled like a madman. Peggy's vaginal sphincter wrung on his prick, clasping the thick meaty pole like wet, pulsing iron bands. His balls exploded. He sent cascading gobs of semen into her deepest, wettest recesses. The tiny cavern of her womb filled with his repeated gushes. Again and again his prick pulsated, trying to spew more seed even when his virile reservoirs had been squeezed dry.
Bill couldn't stop the pounding thrusts. Peggy's mighty cumburst over-powered him. Her legs held him like a vise. Her pussy demanded more and more deep movements from his prick. She pulled more from his cock than it had ever had to give. The whipping had created a monster, and its fangs were the walls of Peggy's prick -gobbling vagina.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Raoul stood. He beckoned the two women to follow. "Help her down," he ordered. He held Peggy by the arms when the manacles released.
Bill's knees buckled. He sank to the floor, panting, "Wow. Incredible!" He lay in a heap, his eyes glazed with the exertions Peggy's pussy had demanded.
Janet and Sherry picked up Peggy's feet. The three people carried her back to the table and laid her on her back. Peggy smiled. She closed her eyes. A look of sultry victory wreathed her delicate features. A pinkish trail of blood-mixed semen trickled down her loins.