With a total lack of shame, he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to caress it, stroking the rock-hard length as he took in the beauty of Erica's body.
Erica sat in her chair, her thighs open and the white of her panties showing under her little slip as Louis stared and slowly worked his cock. Her mouth was tight as she wept in shame.
"Ease your bra down," Louis said, his voice getting ragged. "Just a little, yeah, just a little."
In her terror Erica slid the lacy top of her bra down, pushing her slip top with it and showing the curves of her upper tits to his perverted gaze. He gasped, his ass jerked up in the chair and his hand kept up the slow pumping of his throbbing cock.
"Mrnmmm!" Rhoda moaned, her legs opening farther and her spiked heels digging into the table top. "Yeahhh, oh yeahhh!"
She heaved against Amy's fingers, her hot pussygash rubbing over the young girl's hand. She gasped and gave a long shudder, her pussy gushing juices over Amy's fingers. She sighed as she conic, her ass circling and her fingers rubbing her nipples. She gave a final moan and stopped, her pussy still throbbing on Amy's hand.
"Take your hand out," she said.
Amy pulled her fingers out fast, putting her wet hand down by her side and gasping as the strong odor of a woman in heat wafted up to her.
"Sit," Rhoda said, and turned, zipping her panties back up and pacing across the table, scattering cards and tokens all over the place. "Fuck it, Louis, can't you wait?"
Louis was gasping and jerking in his chair, his hand speeding up on his cock as he stared at Erica's wonderful body.
"Hold it in, you stupid fucker!" Rhoda shouted, and strode to the table edge, slamming her spiked heel down close to him.
He looked up at her, his hand slowing, gripping his cock as he tried to stop himself shooting off.
"Not until I've got the dress off this one," Rhoda said. "Come on, you stupid fucker, the boys have got to wait, so do you."
"Fuuuuck!" Louis moaned as he gripped his cock and slowed himself down, his throbbing prick swelling painfully. "You bitch!"
"You stupid jerk-off!" Rhoda snapped. "You're worse than a cockroach!"
"Bitch," Louis said, but Rhoda ignored him. She stepped off the table and sat in her chair, sweeping together the cards that she could see.
"Hey, Rhoda!" Shaun gasped. "When do we get to fuck these two?"
"Coming up," Rhoda said. "Jesus, come an, tell me, aren't you harder than you've ever been before?"
"Of course!" Shaun gasped.
"And you'll probably come three times before your cocks even go down, right?"
"Yeaaaahh," Willy said.
"Stick with me, baby. By the time I let you have them, you'll shoot five times before you go down," Rhoda said.
Amy stared at her cards. They didn't mean anything. She put them down and Rhoda inspected them all.
"You lose," she said. "Up and get that dress off."
Somehow Amy had hoped she might avoid this moment. Sweat broke out all over her body as she slowly got to her feet. She glanced at Erica, who had her eyes down again, trying to avoid Louis' endless leer. Amy's head spun. The boys had their eye glued to her and their cocks seemed to have grown another six inches or more. Amy's trembling fingers went to the top button of her dress, but she knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't reveal her body to these horrible people. With a scream, she broke and ran for the door.
She pulled the handle, twisting it frantically as Rhoda slowly got up from the table and strolled toward her, the cane in her hand.
Rhoda took her time, enjoying Amy's panic-stricken struggles at the door.
"Well," she said, stroking the cane in her hand. "At the moment, you get six strokes of this for trying to escape."
Amy screamed and struggled with the handle, her body jerking with the effort.
"I'm going to start counting," Rhoda said. "Upward from six. When you stop with the handle, that's the number of strokes you'll ge. Seven."
"Aaahhh!" Amy screamed, pulling at the door, her mind spinning.
"Eight. Nine."
"No, no!" Amy cried.
"Ten, eleven, twelve," Rhoda said, and Amy broke, falling to the carpet and sobbing in horror. "Get up!"
Amy clawed at the door, struggling up on legs that had gone rubbery in her fear. She sobbed, leaning against the door as she faced Rhoda and the horrible cane.
"Over to the table," Rhoda said.
Amy moaned as she obeyed, her shoes twisting as her legs wobbled. She reached the table and shivered under the horrible gaze of the men there. Willy and Shaun grinned and watched, while Louis' eyes feasted on Erica's body, his hand hovering over his cock.
"You have a choice," Rhoda said, stroking the cane. "If you take that dress off now, you get the twelve strokes. If you don't, I'll double it and then you can take it off. Or I'll double it again. Gets real painful."
Amy shrieked in horror. She knew Rhoda would do it and she knew she was trapped. She took hold of the top button of her dress and opened it.
"Yeah!" Shaun sighed, staring as the curves of Amy's tits showed. "Look at that, boys!"
Weeping and shivering, Amy opened the next button. Like Erica, she was wearing a bra and slip, and the lacy tops of her undergarments came into view as her white summer dress eased away from her body. She avoided their eyes as she undid the last button and let the dress slide down her lovely curves. It dropped below her slip hem, showing her thighs and the delicious lines of her stockings. With a sob, she let ft drop to the floor and stepped out of it, putting it over a chair.
"See, boys," Rhoda said, "it's all worth it, hey? Look at that body."
"I'm looking," Willy said, his eyes feasting on Amy's soft white flesh.
"Okay," Rhoda said. "Special treat for two horny boys who obeyed orders. How about a blow-job each? Then we can get down to some serious fucking."
"Ooohhh, fuck, yeah!" Shaun gasped.
"You can wait!" Rhoda snapped at Louis as he leaned toward her. "Keep your cock in your pants and you can have it when the boys are done! I'll even hold them for you, you slimy jerk!"
"Fuck you," Louis said, but he leaned back in his chair and kept his hand away from his cock.
"Okay, good," Rhoda said. "You, over that chair!"
"No, no!" Amy screamed, panicking again. She turned and looked, at the door.
Rhoda came up to her again, the cane in her hand. She smiled at the shivering girl and stroked the thin wood softly.
"Again, I give you a choice," she said. "Ain't that nice of me? If you go over that chair back yourself and don't struggle, I'll stop whipping you when you actually suck Willy's cock. If you struggle, then I'll whip you until you've sucked every last drop of cum out of it. How about that?"
"What?" Amy asked. "What do you mean? Suck? What? What do you mean?"
Rhoda laughed. "You can't be that innocent. Suck his cock, got that? Put his cock in your mouth and suck it until cum shoots out of it. It tastes wonderful, believe me."
"No, no!" Amy gasped, panic overwhelming her again. She backed up, her body trembling and her mind spinning in horror.
"Get her, boys!"
"Yeahhh!" Willy yelled as he and Shaun launched themselves out of their chairs.
Amy screamed helplessly as she was hustled over to the chair and forced down over the back, her legs struggling just as Erica's had done. She screeched and sobbed, struggling as she was held, but it didn't do her any good.
"Please, no!" she cried as her ankles were lashed to the back legs of the chair. "Don't, don't!"
But he pulled her arms out and soon she was lashed tightly across the chair back, her ass in her little slip sticking up in the air and her legs shaking in her pale stockings. She moaned, her face close to the pillows, her arms stretched out and her wrists painfully bent, lashed to the wooden legs below her.
"You," Rhoda said to Erica. "Are you going to be sensible?"