"I need your help!" she cried desperately. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he moaned. "They told me that if you didn't willingly do everything they said, they'd let this contraption rip off my prick and balls. You can't let them do that, Brenda. For pity's sake, don't fight them. Give them what they want!"
"But they've been doing terrible things to me!" Brenda squealed. "And I don't know what else they might want."
"Just don't fight them, Brenda," he pleaded. "Don't be the reason I lose my prick!"
Brenda groaned, not knowing how to respond. And before she put words to her confused thoughts, footsteps were coming down the stairs. Both Jim and Laura Stone walked into the makeshift dungeon and casually looked over their captive, naked pair.
Jim Stone was a large man, perhaps not as tall as Tom Wyman but every bit as muscular and strong. The suit and tie were gone now, and all he wore was a short robe buttoned once at the waist in front, and Brenda could see the swollen head of his thick cock dangling beneath the hem of the garment. His wife, Laura was a brown-haired beauty – perhaps ten years older than Brenda and only a couple of inches taller. And she had even less clothes on than her husband. A bra-like device underpinned her magnificently large tits but didn't cover the nipples or most of the tit mounds. Instead of panties, she wore a broad leather band strapped around her hips, which connected with both ends of another thick strap that ran between her legs.
"That's right," Jim answered. "I suppose you better go get your whip."
"What?" Brenda cried, suddenly coming to life in the chains. "You can't use a whip on me!"
Jim laughed at her. "You don't seem in much of a position to argue." Then he glanced over curiously at Bill then back at Brenda. "Instead of punishing you for doing wrong, I guess we could work on your husband instead. Taking up another six inches of the rope would take away the ability to lift himself up onto the chains."
"Oh God, no!" Bill groaned, his face twisted with pain and fear. "Doing that would tear off my cock!"
"And your balls," Jim reminded him. "Don't forget your balls."
"Don't let them do it!" Bill begged his wife. "Don't let them rip off my prick!"
Jim turned squarely to Brenda. "It's up to you, my dear. You didn't do very well at being a bitch dog on a leash, so someone will have to pay for that. Are you going to take your punishment like an adult, or do you want us to take it out on your husband's cock, instead?"
Brenda trembled, unable to answer. She was frightened nearly to death by the thought of being whipped, but if she didn't allow it then Bill's prick and balls might be ripped from his body.
She knew she could never accept the responsibility for that, so there was just one answer to the dilemma. So when Jim demanded once again that she choose which way it would be, she told him that the punishment was hers to suffer. Laura returned and Jim backed away. The brown-haired woman showed Brenda the six foot black bullwhip she held in her hand, almost rubbing the dark lash into the young woman's face. Then Laura moved back and around the girl's suspended naked body and Brenda braced herself as much as she knew how. But even with that, she wasn't nearly prepared for the first vicious kiss of the whip.
Swack! The lash seared across both of her bare ass cheeks, burning a line of fire into the skin.
"Aaeiii!" Brenda screamed, kicking out with her legs. The pain was more intense than she had even imagined. Nothing in her worst nightmares had prepared her for an agony so brutally intense.
"No… please!" she shrieked when the whip sliced across her ass flesh again.
The first slash mark crossed the first one, creating a scarlet brand. Then the blows started coming – more furiously, working up onto her back and down onto the backs of her thighs. The whip was a curse that plagued her again and again as it ignited her body and legs in pain. Then it stopped, and Brenda gasped in relief that the beating was finally over. But she was premature in thinking the punishment was done as Laura appeared at her side. Brenda noticed the movement out of the corners of her eyes and she rolled her head that way. She was just in time to see the lash of the whip slice through the air and lick savagely across her tender tits.
"Eeeeek!" Brenda cried as her tits were battered.
The whip slashed across both nipples, making the titty mounds jump. And as painful as the lashing of her ass and back had been, it didn't even compare with the agony of her tits being whipped. It felt like she had dipped her tits into flames, and they burned until she thought they would explode. And before that pain had died, the whip struck again across the tops of her tits.
She thrashed, wailing and shrieking as the blows landed on her tits. She couldn't count the number of times she'd been whipped because the pain blasted all thought from her mind. And it wasn't for a minute after the blows had stopped landing that she realized the beating was through.
Jim Stone's voice, now filled with sadistic acid, snapped Brenda back to attention.
"Will you look at that shit!" he called to his wife, his words like knives. "He's about to get his prick ripped off, and that asshole's got a hard-on from watching you whip his wife!"
Brenda's eyes struggled open and she was shocked to find that it was true. Her whole body burned and ached from the lashing, and Bill's cock was as hard as a rock. His eyes burning with a painful lust, compounded by the pressure on his prick.
Laura threw her whip to the side and stepped up in front of the young newlywed man. Her mouth opened, and her teeth glinted, as she stared down at the rigid prick between his legs.
"His isn't the only cock that's throbbing," Jim laughed from behind Brenda. "Mine's raging and looking for cunt. Laura, why don't you suck that slave's prick while I fuck some hard cock up this bitch's tight cunt?"
Laura fell to her knees before Bill as large, rough hands grappled and lifted Brenda's ass. With horror, the frightened young woman realized that beating her body with the whip had been only the warm-up, and now the sexual torture would begin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brenda's wrists ached where the cuffs at the ends of the chains bit into her flesh as her arms suspended her weight a couple of inches off the floor. Her totally naked body was cold with fear, and rough hands grappled at the bare cheeks of her ass. And just a few feet away hung her equally naked husband with a hard, raging cock from having watched Brenda being beaten. And kneeling down in front of Bill was Laura Stone, preparing to gobble up his prick.
Laura released the cord that held Bill's cock and balls then she took his long, hard fuck-shaft in one of her hands. Then, as Brenda watched, Laura's face dipped as her lips parted and she sucked Bill's cockhead into the wet heat of her mouth. The tormented Brenda groaned as she watched the end of her husband's prick disappear into the horny neighbor's lips, and she tried to force herself to close her eyes to the terrible scene. But no matter how much she fought against the awful fascination within her, her eyes stayed open and glued to the vision of her husband's cock being sucked by greedy feminine lips. Watching that was a special kind of torture, in some ways even worse than the beating that had left Brenda's body a field of painful, criss-crossed scarlet lines.
And while Brenda watched, rugged male hands continued to rake across her ass, grabbing, pinching and puffing, and finally spreading her ass crack wide. Her hips were shifted slightly backwards by the tug of the fingers, and the stiff cock of the neighborhood rapist ran lewdly up her ass crease. Somewhere along the way, when Brenda hadn't noticed, Jim had apparently shucked out of his robe in preparation for brutally fucking her cunt. His hands lifted her ass upward, causing slack in the chains, and his thick prickshaft glided across her asshole, to the bulging cockhead up with her tiny golden-fleeced cunt. Suddenly her ass was released and her own weight slammed her pussy hole down onto his big prick.