"Fuck off!" Sammy replied. "You can't make me do a thing, shit face, not a thing!"
"Ohhh, what spirit! I like that in a girl," Ken said with another great big grin. "Tie her up."
Sammy didn't even protest as they lashed her wrists together and pulled her up so that she hung from the beam on the ropes. Her arms strained, but she could take it. In fact, the feel of the rope excited her in a strange way, sent flutters of desire into her pussy.
"Now," said Ken, "come here, Amanda." Amanda walked up to him and posed, running her hands over her panties in the most obscene show of lust Sammy had ever seen. No wonder the little whore had given in, she had no control at all.
"You were a very bad girl, weren't you?" Ken waked round her, staring at her body.
"Ohhhh, yes, sir, yes I was!" Amanda gasped.
"Tell our guest what you and your sister did."
"Ohhhh, we kidnapped men and whipped them and made them lick our pussies and asses and awful things like that," Amanda gasped, pinching her nipples as she stared out over the small group of people watching her intently.
"And now you want to say you're sorry."
"Oh yes, sir, yes!" moaned Amanda. "I was so bad, sir, I have to be made to be good, I have to be."
Her fingers slipped inside the hem of her panties and she wantonly played with herself.
"Well, pick but the person you will suck off while June whips you," said Ken, pointing to the audience.
"Oh, anyone you say, sir, anyone!" Amanda moaned, her legs spreading as her fingers played with her hot little cunt.
"Would you like a go, Pete?" Ken asked.
"You bet!" grunted one of the men, and came forward into the brighter light. He was a massive man, broad across the chest and with the thighs of a weight-lifter. He went to the padded chair and sat down, the thick bulge of his cock plainly visible through the blue crotch of his jeans.
"Bend over," Ken said.
"Oh yes, yes, sir," said Amanda, to Sammy's utter disgust. She watched her sister bend at the waist until her ass was sticking way up while her fingers fumbled with the zip on Pete's jeans. Slowly, June walked around until she could whip Amanda and let the rest of the audience watch her. She uncurled the thin whip and cracked it in the air.
Amanda gasped as she pulled the hard thick meat of Pete's fucker out of his pants. It wasn't as long a cock as either Jack's or Ken's, but it was thicker, and Sammy didn't know how Amanda would get her lips round it.
But she had underestimated Amanda. June curled the whip through the air and lashed it across Amanda's ass-cheeks.
"Scream, bitch, scream!" she yelled. "I like to hear my bitches scream!"
The whip lashed across Amanda's flesh, and Amanda gave a low groan of lust and sank her mouth over the hard pole of Pete's fuckrod.
"Scream, you cocksuckin' whore!" June shouted as her arm lashed down and the thin leather cut another line of red pain into Amanda's ass.
"Aaggggghhhh!" Amanda gurgled as ass thrust up for the next stroke and thrashed around in growing ecstasy. She sobbed as the whip lashed her and her mouth bubbled round the head of Pete's cock, licking and sucking at the hard flesh. "Ohhhh whip me! I deserve it, I was so bad, soooo bad!"
Her ass thrust up again, and she rammed her mouth down over Pete's throbbing cock until it filled her mouth and pushed her soft cheeks out.
"Scream!" June shrieked, her arm flashing up and down as fast as she could move it, while her other hand slid over her thighs and up into her panties, where her pussy-juices were turning the thin black nylon damp. "Scream for me, whore, scream for me!"
"Punish me!" Amanda sobbed, and the rest of the words were lost in a deep gurgle as she sank Pete's cock into her mouth, past her throat muscles, deep down towards her stomach. Her neck swelled with the thick hard meat as Pete grunted with lust, his cock sliding in and out of the young blonde's mouth to the beat of the thin leather whip.
Amanda's moans and groans of lust got deeper and faster. Her ass thrust up as her mouth sank down over his cock, swallowing it. The roaring pulse of her climaxes surging over her, Amanda sucked at his fuckmeat, felt it jumping and heaving as Pete's balls let go of their cum.
"Scream, you little shit!" June shrieked, and Amanda's ass heaved and jerked as she came, each deep release exploding within her to the beat of the whip.
"Ohhh shit!" Pete yelled. "The whore's making me come! Take it in your mouth, cunt, suck it all down, suck it!"
He thrust up in the chair, his cock slamming deep into Amanda's mouth as her muffled groans surged around his prick and her ass took all the punishment June handed out. Pete bellowed and thick jets of cum shot out of his cock and into Amanda's mouth.
"Oh yes! Oh yes, sir! Shoot all over me!" Amanda wailed as she let her mouth pull away so that the audience could see Pete shooting his cum between her lips.
Her ass shot up and down for the whip, going up fast so she could get the hardest whipping, while her mouth greedily licked up all the cum that didn't splatter right into her throat. Like the little slave she had become, Amanda sucked and licked at his cock until Pete lay back in the chair groaning, and only dribbles of jism escaped from his piss-slit.
"Now that's our good little girl," said Ken. "Now for her sister."
Sammy snarled at them as they took her down and bound her face-down over the bench. "Do what you like, shitheads. You won't make me beg!"
They took her ankles and tied them out to the legs of the bench, then bound her hands down so that she was lashed very securely indeed.
"You can rape me," Sammy screamed, "but I'll never beg for it! And if anybody tries to fuck my mouth, I'll bite their fuckin' cocks off!" Ken laughed and stood in front of her. "Oh no, little girl, that isn't the way to speak to such nice people. I'll have to teach you some manners."
"Fuck off!" Sammy snarled, craning her head as far up as she could.
Ken walked behind her, and she felt her heart jumping with that strange desire the bonds had given her. Only this time, with a whipping coming, it was ten times stronger. She gasped and moaned, and she knew that her panties were getting wet.
"How about you, Randy?" Ken asked.
Randy was a thin, tall guy, in his mid twenties. He got up and stood before Sammy, sliding his cock out of his pants. It was a long thin one, and Sammy looked at it with utter hatred.
"Stick that in my mouth, sucker," she snarled, "and you know what to expect!"
Randy grinned and slid his hand up and down his cockshaft. "You talk big, cunt, but I seen Ken tame worse bitches than you."
"Fuck off! You couldn't – aaaggghhhhh!" Sammy heaved up against the ropes as the thin cane cut across her stretched ass-cheeks.
"Ha, go on, cunt," said Randy, "suck my cock!"
"Go fuck yourself!" yelled Sammy.
She thrust her ass up and knew that they couldn't make her do it.
She screamed as the next blow landed, her ass bursting with that mixture of agony and lust she knew and wanted so much. The cane thrashed in again, and the surge of desire roared out of her whipped ass and almost choked her. Each stroke of the whip drove her thin panties into her flesh, outlining the place where the whip landed.
"Jerk off, motherfucker!" Sammy screamed. "Jerk off, you ain't gonna get it from me!"
She moaned as the whip landed again and beat a sharp, triumphant explosion of lust in her ass. Another few lashes and she would be coming. And she could keep coming as long as he whipped her. That would drive them crazy. They couldn't make her give in.
"Aaagghhh! Yeahhhh!" Sammy screamed. "Whip me if you want, it won't help! Eeeggg! Yeahhhh! Feel good, cocksucker? Feel good?"
The cane lashed more surging, agonizing pain into Sammy's ass and she started to come.