As Fabian's fucker finally gave out, he sighed, his cock still deep in Margo's cunt, just dribbling cum into her still-spasming pussy.
Ginger grinned at him. "Not a bad fuck, is she?"
"Yeah," he gasped, "but she didn't break. I'll get the bitch yet."
"Sure you will. And look at that wife of yours, behaving like a real whore herself."
Nikki jerked and heaved on Arnold's cock, her ass thrusting back for the cane as the dim burst out of his piss-slit, spewing in her throbbing cunt.
"Ooohhh, yeah!" she screamed, her cunt sucking at his cock, her pussy walls erupting with lust as the cum gushed out over them. "Oohhh, come on, Kurt! You know how I like it – go!"
"Yeah, bitch!" Kurt yelled, his hand stroking his cock as he lashed her ass with hard strokes, beating the thin rod in at the peak of each demanding, ramming fuck the little brunette made.
"Jeeeezzz!" Arnold yelled, lunging up, his cock spurting cum high in Nikki's cur. "That's it, Kurt! That's it! Ooohhhhh!"
He gripped Nikki's tits harder, twisting her nipples as he came, his hard fuck rod gushing streams of spunk into her sucking, wet pussy.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Kurt yelled as he gave Nikki a lash, beating the little brunette until she gave a great final scream and fell across Arnold's chest, kissing and licking at him, as her throbbing cunt slowed on his cock and she came down from her climax. Cum ran over her thighs and down into Arnold's cockhair.
"Untie her hands," Fabian said.
As Margo hung on the ropes, sobbing, her pussy still throbbing and sucking around Fabian's cock, Ginger went to the wall and let the rope go. Margo collapsed, her hands falling around Fabian's neck, her body pressing close to his.
"Not yet, whore," he growled, "you gotta confess before you get this."
He lifted the moaning blonde off his cock and dropped her on the stone floor.
Margo fell, her legs still spread wide by the bonds. She crouched there, sobbing, her hands holding her tits, caressing them, the hard metal of the handcuffs rubbing into her tit-flesh. She reached between her legs and caressed her whipped ass. A shudder of climax rushed over her and she sobbed, weeping bitterly. A booted foot prodded her and she looked up. Standing over her were Fabian and Ginger.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Now, my little whore," Fabian said softly, "you have some cocksucking to do."
"No, please!" Margo wept, her throat constricting at the thought. "I can't, I'll be sick… I just can't!"
"You will," Fabian said, and his boot slid down her whipped asscheeks, rasping over her crimson flesh as it worked into the crack of her ass.
Margo flinched and moaned. She couldn't stop him or even more, because her legs were still lashed to the ring bolts, her muscles straining. His boot ran into her ass crack, pushing deeper, then went on, into the red gash of her pussy.
As she lay on the cold stone floor, clutching her clit, he slid his boot toe over her cunt and deep between her pussy lips, rubbing it over her sensitive flesh. Margo moaned.
Fabian pulled his boot away and thrust it under Margo's nose. "What's that?"
He pointed to the black tip, shiny with his cum and her pussy juices. Just to make his point more menacing, he dangled the leather tail of the whip in front of her eyes.
Margo shuddered. "It's your… semen."
She tried to prop herself up on her hands, but the handcuffs held them together and made it almost impossible.
Fabian laughed.
"It's my cum, bitch!" he bellowed. "My fuck juice, jism, spunk! Say it, whore!"
The thin plaited tail of the whip jerked a little closer to Margo's horrified face.
"It's your cum," Margo whispered, staring at the shiny wet patch on his boot toe.
"Fuck juice."
"F-fuck juice," Margo quavered.
"Better!" he snapped. "And what else is on there, whore?"
Margo moaned in despair. "I-I don't know."
"Your fucking pussy juices, you bitch!" he yelled. "Lots of them, pouring out. You're a whore, you understand that, a whore. You love it, bitch, you're worse than I ever thought."
"No, no, please!" Margo sobbed, shame rushing over her. Site refused to admit that she had had an orgasm under such a horrible rape.
"Say, it's your pussy juices, bitch!" Fabian snapped.
"No, no, I – aaaghh! It's my pussy juices!" Margo screamed as the whip cunt her ass deep between her asscheeks and the tip lashed her wet, hard cunt bud.
"So, if they're yours, you'd better lick them off, hadn't you?" Fabian's voice was as quiet and menacing as ever.
"Please, don't make me – no, no! I'll do it, I'll – aaaghhh, help!" Margo screamed as she took another hard lash of the whip on her throbbing ass.
"Sometimes I wonder about you." Fabian pushed his boot close to Margo's face. "Now lick it."
Margo was sure she would throw up. Around her, all her tormentors gathered, enjoying her humiliation. With a sob, she licked Fabian's book, licking at the cum and pussy juices smeared all over it. She tasted the leather, the polish and the sticky salty cum. It made her gag, but Fabian held his foot there until she had licked it all off and the toe of his boot shone with her saliva.
"Good," Fabian remarked, "now poor old Kurt here has got to shoot after all he's been through. You can take me later."
He reached down, and, before Margo could even react, he had clipped the chain back into the ring of her collar. At the same time, hands were undoing the ropes that held her ankles to the rings in the stone floor. As her legs came free, Margo rolled and pulled them together, rubbing her ass and thighs as they ached with pain. She stared up at the grinning people above her, the cold stone floor making her shiver.
"Up," Fabian said, dragging on the chain. Beside him stood Rolf, his cock bulging at the front of his leather pants. In his hand he held something, Margo couldn't see what it was. She rolled aver and struggled up. Her legs nearly collapsed, her arms aching in the cuffs, and she was gasping because of the tight collar. She managed to stand up in the middle of the grinning group.
"I'm going to give you one more chance," Fabian said. "Get on your knees and suck Arnold off."
Margo looked at Arnold's stiff cock, ramming out of his loins like a small pole. She shuddered and knew there was no way she could do that, it was more than she could take.
"I can't, I can't!" she wept. "Please, let him… you know, fuck me; he can do that."
"Sure he can, but he wants your mouth, baby, that wonderful mouth of yours, right, Arnold?"
"You bet," Arnold grinned.
"No, no!" Margo sobbed. "You can whip me, do what you like, but I won't do that!"
Fabian pulled on the chain and she stumbled against him, screaming in shock. Before she could scream again, she had been thrown over his shoulder and he was carrying her toward the table with many leather bindings on it.
"No, no, stop!" Margo slammed her handcuffed wrists into his back in her terror.
Fabian didn't even flinch. He tossed her on her back on the table and people grabbed her wrists and ankles before she could struggle. Brutally Fabian hauled her body up until her head was hanging over the edge of the table. He unclipped the cuffs and spread her arms out. She screamed in terror, but her wrists were lashed to the bindings on the edges of the table before she knew what was happening.
Kurt flipped a thick leather strap over her waist as Margo struggled and screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. Then Rolf and Arnold pulled Margo's legs up, spreading them wide, pushing her ankles down to meet her wrists where they struggled in the bonds.
Margo was being bent in two, her body straining painfully. Kurt kept the leather strap loose until her body was bent completely double, her ankles being lashed to bonds close to the ones that held her wrists. Then he tightened it, pulling Margo's waist down as far as it would go, increasing her agony, holding her body spread eagled and helpless. She gasped and wept as she lay there, her legs spread wide over her head, her ass hauled up and held tight, her pussy open to them all.