Margo turned in a fury.
Rolf settled into a chair while Arnold and Kurt took each end of the long soft sofa. Ginger snuggled down between the two men, sliding her little skirt up so that her panties were showing. They were black, but they were so tight they didn't really conceal her pussy mound at all.
"Let me out of here!" Margo screamed, fear fighting with her fury.
"Not on your lift," Nikki said, crossing over to her husband and sliding her arms around him. "Undress me a little, darling."
Nikki slipped her arms around his neck. Her soft lips nuzzled his neck and her lovely large fawn eyes were closed as she murmured gently.
Fabian grinned and slid his hands over the back of his wife's gray dress. He took the top of the zipper and slid it down slowly.
"And they call me a slut," Ginger gasped. "Ooh! Will you look at that? Hey, boys, you gotta get me ready too!"
The zipper slid down Nikki's back, revealing the lacy top of her slip. The back of her bra showed through it as the zipper went down, sliding to the small of her back and on until it reached the top of the crack of Nikki's ass.
"Ooohhh, naughty!" Ginger giggled as Arnold's fingers opened the buttons of her blouse, sliding them down until the little white garment came out of the waistband of her skirt. She giggled and slapped his hand away as it slid into the cup of her bra. "Margo thinks I'm a slut. She might think that I like it, or something."
Ginger pouted and slipped his hand back into her bra, sliding the clasp open so that he could get at her lovely young clit without any rest at all.
"Let me out of here!" Margo snapped as she watched the disgusting show.
"No, honey!" Ginger giggled. "Remember, you're going to do everything I do, so watch."
She arched her back so that Kurt could work her short dress over her thighs and calves, revealing her stockinged legs perfectly.
Kurt dropped the skirt over an empty chair, and Arnold eased Ginger's blouse and bra off.
Now the little whore was dressed only in tiny black panties, stockings and spiked-heeled shoes. She spread her thighs wantonly as she lay across Kurt. She took his hand and slid it over her panties, letting him play with her as he wanted. At the same time, she gave Arnold a long, lingering kiss and thrust her large, luscious tits into his hands.
"Will you let me out of here!" Margo screamed. "I am not behaving like that!"
"Like this then?" Nikki asked, parading forward, holding her dress up over her tits. "You are rather more of a lady, aren't you?"
Nikki laughed as she reached Rolf where he sat in the chair, enjoying the performance. She slid the dress down slowly, revealing her tits in her lacy slip and bra as she moved. They were smaller than Ginger's, but even higher and more thrusting, heaving out of the top of the little bra. The dress slid lower and she stepped out of it, dropping it over a chair. She paraded and turned for Rolf, showing her lovely body off in her gray stockings, gray slip and matching bra and panty set. She pivoted her high heel into the carpet as she turned and went back to Fabian.
"Okay," Fabian said, "now we can start on this bitch. Oh, fuck, Ginger, don't you ever stop?"
Ginger was orgasming on the sofa, her thighs clutched tight around Kurt's hand as he fingerfucked her and caressed her pussy, his hand pushing the tight material of her panties into her cunt as he rubbed the hard bud of her clit. At the same time, Arnold was working her clit, pinching her nipples hard, twisting them, making her shriek with lust as she clutched him and kissed him harder. Her body rocked on the sofa, her legs trembling with lust.
"Aaahhh, yes!" She came, her legs jerking, her pussy throbbing against Kurt's hand, her tits throbbing. "Ooohhh, boys, I'll have to give you a lot of thank-yous for that – ooh, yeah!"
Ginger lay back with a sigh of release and purred, keeping her pussy pressed against Kurt's hand the whole time.
"As I said," Fabian chuckled, "now we can get on with this bitch."
Margo grimaced. "I just want to leave. Now!"
"No." Fabian grinned. "You're going to begin by taking that dress off for us, and anything else we want. Before we start fucking your ass off."
"Don't be filthy!" Margo snapped and slapped out at his face.
His hand gripped hers before she knew it. She gasped in his iron grip, trying to pull loose.
"Let me go!" she wailed.
He slapped her hard, shaking her head as he held her effortlessly. The hand came back, slapped her again, a full palm slap across her face.
"Aaahhh!" she screeched, her head ringing, her anger surging with the pain. She struggled to get free.
"Now," he said, "are you listening to me?"
"Let me…"
He slapped her again, the sound ringing around the dungeon-like basement.
"Aaahhh, you beast! I'll report you to the police!" Margo screamed.
"Sure," Rolf said, rising to his feet. "What was it you wanted to complain about, lady?"
"What? You?" Margo gasped, tears in her eyes.
"I'll leave you my card for when you want to complain." Rolf flashed his badge, then took out a card and grinned, slipping it down the front of Margo's dress.
"You, you – let me go!" Margo screamed, continuing her futile struggle against Fabian's grip as Rolf went and sat down.
"Now, are you going to be sensible?" Fabian asked.
"Let me go!" Margo screeched, her blonde hair tossing wildly.
"Okay." Fabian started dragging her down the steps and into the dungeon area.
"Look! Let me go!" Margo screamed as she was hauled toward one of the large stone pillars. "No, you can't!"
Fabian grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the wall and clipped one of them onto her wrists.
"Stop that, stop!" Margo screamed as she was pushed toward the stone pillar.
Before she could say anything, Fabian clipped the handcuffs into a ring on the other side of the pillar and her right arm was helpless. He left, and Margo struggled, grabbing at the cuffs and at the ring, but they were both far too strong for her. Fabian was back, and another pair of cuffs went around her left wrist.
"You – don't! Stop it!"
Fabian dragged her harshly and pulled her left arm around the pillar until he could slip the other handcuffs into the same ring.
Margo was helpless, her cheek pressed into the stone, her arms hugging the pillar. She gasped in horror, twisting her head to see what they were doing, then wishing she hadn't.
They were all watching her.
Nikki had climbed onto Rolf's lap and was caressing his cock as he played with her, sliding his hands up under her slip, caressing her thighs. Ginger still lay across the two men, but now she had freed Arnold's cock and was running her little mouth over it. Kurt was unzipping his pants and moving around so that he could stuff his cock into her hot little cunt.
Margo stared for a moment in rising horror, watching Ginger's hot mouth sliding over Arnold's cockhead. It was a big cock and the round cockhead pushed at Ginger's willing lips as she moaned and slid her mouth down over it, sucking gently. Kurt slid Ginger's panties down her legs and spread her thighs again for his cock.
It wasn't Kurt fucking Ginger that disgusted Margo. It was the sight of Ginger's mouth on a cock. Margo might let a man work his cock into her cunt, but she would rather die than take one in her mouth.
Fabian came away from the wall with a thin rod in his hand. It was about the length of a riding crop, but thinner; so thin it trembled with each move he made. He came back to her and waved the rod past her eyes.
"See that?" he whispered. "I'm gonna whip your ass with this. Until you beg me to let you go so that you can take your clothes off far us."