Margo gasped in horror. The rod smelled like rubber and it was very hard.
"You can't!" she moaned.
"I can, and I'm going to. I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to Jack." Fabian grinned and leaned in close. "Between you and me, he is a bit of a wimp. Ready?"
"Nooooo!" Margo sobbed. "Stop it!"
She felt his hands running over the back of her dress. She wailed as he began lifting the hem, working it up over her legs, up over her thighs and on until her blue stocking tops were showing. Even then he didn't stop. He lifted the hem on up and began taking her slip with it.
Margo wailed and screamed as the garments moved up over her ass, exposing her expensive silk panties. He went on lifting the hem of the dress until he could fuck it into the collar of the dress.
From the waist down, Margo was revealed to their lustful eyes. She struggled, but Fabian had pushed the dress hem too far down into her dress top for her to dislodge it and make it fall back over her ass.
"Stop this – no!" she screamed, but Fabian laid the thin rubber rod across her pantied asscheeks and she nearly passed out with the horror. "Stop this, you can't!"
"Fuuuck, look at that ass!" Kurt chuckled as he slid his cock into Ginger's pussy.
Ginger moaned, her mouth around Arnold's cock.
"As good as mine?" she purred, licking Arnold's cockhead, her tongue swirling softly.
"What, jealous, my little slut?" Kurt chuckled. "She'll never equal you, you little whore."
"Ohhh good!" Ginger giggled and slid her mouth deeper onto Arnold's cockhead. "Come on, boys! Watch her get it, that should get you off fast enough!"
Fabian lifted the rod. He held it over her ass, for several seconds. Margo shivered and moaned. Then the rod lashed down.
The rod cunt right across Margo's tight swelling ass, beating a thin line into her panties.
Margo jerked, her body slamming into the pillar, her arms clutching at the solid stone. Her legs trembled, and her head was flung back as she screamed.
"Nooo! Aaabhhh – noooo! You can't!" The rod beat into her pants again and her body gyrated against the pillar.
"Aaagghhhh! Please! No!"
The terrible rod lashed into her ass, beating another thin line into her panties with such force that they began to tear.
"Uuurrgghhh! Stop! Please!" Margo screamed, jerking against the pillar, sheer agony erupting out of her ass with each stroke of the rod. "Aaaaaaghh, ooh God!"
Her ass burned as the rod lashed her, whipping another rip into her expensive panties.
"Stop, you can't do this!"
"Just beg me to take your clothes off," Fabian said.
He whipped her viciously, the thin rod beatbig into her asscheeks with a sound that echoed from the walls of the dungeon.
"Nooo, please – aaaghhh!" Margo screamed, tossing against the pillar.
Pain rang through her body as the hard rod lashed her ass once more, beating an eruption of agony into her flesh.
"Beg me." Fabian whipped her hard, cutting a line into her panties, tearing them farther so that a flap hung down, revealing her red-lined ass.
"Aaaghh! Promise you won't touch me if I do?" Margo wept, trying to turn around to see him.
"Touch you, bitch?" Fabian laughed and whipped her. "We're gonna fuck your brains out, whore!"
He lashed her, tearing her panties. He whipped the rod into her ass, jerking her body against the pillar as she screwed in horrible pain.
The rod whipped her with a series of hard strokes, beating utter agony through her body. Margo knew she couldn't hold out. The pain made her weak, her legs were going to jelly and she was almost hanging from her hands. She screamed as the rod cunt her ass again and the pain burst through her like red-hot irons. She sobbed.
"Yessss – aaagghh! I'll do it!"
"Do what?" Fabian asked, then whipped her again.
"Take my dress off!" Margo screamed.
"Beg me." He lashed the rod into her ass, whipping another strip away from her panties.
"Aaaghhhh! You bastard! Please, let me – aaagghhh!"
"What did you call me!" Fabian snapped, lashing the rod across her ass again with a sweeping stroke.
"Nothing – aaaghhh!"
"You called me a bastard, didn't you?" Fabian whipped the bound blonde.
"Aaaghhh! I didn't mean it! I didn't!" Margo screamed, going weak, her legs giving out at the terrible agony.
"Say, Fabian, darling." Fabian lashed Margo again. "Now beg me!"
"Please – aaaghhh! Please, Fabian, darling, let me take my dress off – aaaghghhh!"
"That's better." Fabian came forward and unzipped the cuffs.
In a fresh surge of pain, Margo fell to the stone floor, clutching her ass, rubbing her whipped ass-flesh, and sobbing even louder.
"Head up!" Fabian commanded. Margo raised her head as a thick, studded collar was put around her neck. She was too terrified to resist.
Fabian clipped a chain to the collar. "Now, come with me."
CHAPTER TWO
He jerked on the chain attached to the collar and Margo staggered, almost falling backwards. She got to her feet, pulling her dress out of the back and letting it fall over her ass. She stood there, staring at the depraved scene on the sofa, where Ginger fucked back against Kurt's thick cock while she ran her soft lips over Arnold's throbbing cockhead.
"Here!" Fabian snapped, hauling the still weeping Margo into the middle of the room.
Nikki looked up from where she was curled on Rolf's lap, her hand slowly undressing him as he fondled her pussy through her little gray panties.
"That's it," she said, "we can all see the bitch great, now."
Fabian unzipped the chain and left Margo standing there still wearing the collar. He stepped back. "Okay, take that dress off and make it good, we all wanna see."
Margo trembled and almost choked. She looked over to where Kurt slammed his cock deep into Ginger's hot wet cunt while the little slut purred and sucked at the heaving boner of Arnold's fuck-rod. Ginger glanced at her and grinned. Slowly she slid her mouth back up Arnold's cockshaft until she was licking at his cockhead, her fingers sliding over his rock-hard prick.
"Remember," Ginger crooned, "you're gonna do everything do. You're gonna behave like a slut, you stuck-up bitch, like a real slut."
She eased her mouth back down the length of Arnold's cock, staring at Margo as she worked the thick round prickhead into her throat. Her neck bulged as she moved down, taking the length of his cockshaft until she licked over his balls.
Margo stifled a sob and turned, thinking of refusing to undress, but she saw the rod in Fabian's hands and thought better of it.
Arnold had his hands in Ginger's hair, and he was gasping with lust as he fucked her mouth.
"Go on, whore!" he yelled. "Take the fucking thing off, I'm gonna shoot soon!"
"Get on with it!" Fabian snapped. Margo's trembling hands went to the back of her dress and felt for the zipper. She almost broke into tears as she pulled it down.
"Slowly," Fabian said, staring at her. Margo let the dress slip down, over the top of her slip, over the hidden bra. Her wonderful, heavy tits thrust out against the front of the slip and were impossible to disguise. She looked at Fabian and let the dress drop farther, down to her waist, beginning to really reveal the delightful curves of her figure.
"Nice!" Fabian sighed, stroking the rod through his fingers, staring at her, his chest heaving with lust. "Take it slow, bitch, real slow."
Margo found it difficult to breathe as she let the dress fall to her feet. She stepped out of it and put it over a chair with unsteady hand.
"Oooohhh, yeahhhhh!" Fabian murmured. "Not bad, eh, guys?"
Fabian strolled over. "I think you will care what we do to you." He held her close. "Last chance. Go up to Rolf and apologize."
"No, you horror!" Margo screamed, twisting in his grasp. "You can't make me! No!"