The other man stood up over Donna. "Up on your knees, bitch."
Donna crawled up onto her knees, her face a streaming mass of cum.
"Use your fingers, suck it all down."
Donna was weeping as she obeyed. She slid a finger over her face, taking cum out of her eyes, off her cheeks and nose. She sucked each finger clean in a way that made Imogene realize that she had been forced to do that. Finally Donna's face was clear of cum and she fell down, holding her tits and caressing them, easing the pain.
"Come here," said another man who sat in the chair, his cock stiff and waiting. "Crawl!" Imogene shivered her body writhing with a desire that she suppressed as best she could.
Clark's fingers ran over her cunt and tits, holding her nipples, working her clit, sending sharp pangs of lust through her helpless body. She gazed in horror as Donna crawled, sobbing.
With a gurgling gasp of submission, Donna crawled across the carpet to the man who waited in the chair. She wept, but she wasn't fighting any longer.
Imogene made a simple vow. They would never break her like that.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna's torn stockings ripped further as she crawled across the carpet toward the man who waited, spreading his legs, his cock sticking out, stiff as a rifle barrel. She reached him and began to crawl between his knees, reaching for his cock.
"Stop!" the man snapped and Donna pulled back, shivering. "DO you like my cock?"
"Yes," Donna said, her voice quavering. "Then reach out and hold it."
Donna slid her hands over the throbbing length of the fucker, caressing it with trembling hands.
"Would you like to suck it?"
"Yes, please!" Donna moaned, her crimson tits shaking with fear. She moved up and slid her mouth toward the thick cockhead, licking out over the flesh.
"Did I tell you to suck it?"
Donna jerked back, shaking with fear. "No, sorry! Sorry! I thought you wanted me to…"
"Get your ass up!"
"Oh please, no, I'm being good, I and…" Donna sobbed as she lifted her ass and stretched her legs tight, her thigh shaking with fear.
"Since you obeyed at once, just three strokes," said the man. "Now you can suck my cock."
Donna moaned, tears flowing down her face as she leaned in and took the man's cockhead into her soft mouth. She gasped and trembled as she saw another man walking behind her with a cane, his cock shaking with expectation as he rubbed it. He laid the thin wood across Donna's asscheeks and she gave a groan, her body trembling all over.
The cane went up and lashed another thin line into Donna's ass-flesh. Her scream bubbled out from around the thick cockmeat.
"Did you like that?" the man asked.
Donna pulled her mouth back up his cock. "Yes, yes, I deserved it!" she wept, then worked her mouth back over his stiff fucker again.
The came lashed downwards, the sound of wood on flesh smacking through the room a second before Donna's gurgling scream of agony.
"Wasn't that even better?" the man said as Donna's squirming mouth thrust deep on his cock and her throat vibrated with her scream.
"Uuuurrggg, yes, yes!" Donna moaned. "Yes, I deserved it, I really did!"
Her fingers clutched at his cockshaft, and her lips ran over the throbbing hot flesh.
The man sat there, staring at Donna, waiting. "I-I have to have another stroke," she exclaimed suddenly, "you said three, I need another one."
"You're learning." The man nodded and the came swept in again.
"Aaahhhh!" Donna screamed, her mouth still running over the man's cockhead, her wail of pain exploding in the room. "Thank you! I deserved that, I made a mistake."
"That's what we're here for. To correct mistake. Now, is my cock good?"
"Yes, yes!" Donna sank her mouth over the hard cock, sucking at it for all she was worth.
"Think how much better it would be if it was running in and out of your daughter's pussy and you were still licking it. Tasting Scarlette's pussy, of course."
Donna sobbed, her voice breaking. She almost lost control of herself.
"Y-yes," she wept, "yes, that would be wonderful!"
Her mouth sucked at his cockhead while she rubbed his cockshaft hard, her hands puffing at his flesh.
"Well, as soon as they've got Scarlette off those ropes, we can start."
Donna slowly collapsed, sobbing helplessly as she somehow managed to hang onto his cock.
"Don't you want to suck your daughter's pussy?"
Donna wept in horrible mental agony. She clung to his cock, her face buried in his thighs.
"You could always be whipped while you suck me off," said the man, "you could try to bargain with that."
"No, no!" she sobbed. "I'll do it! No more whipping, please!"
"But I thought you liked the whip." The man's hand ran over Donna's thick black hair which lay matted with sweat enter head. "You always say you do."
"Yes, yes – no, no – I mean yes! I love it, but I want to suck Scarlette's pussy more!" Donna sobbed, completely broken.
"Good. We can start in just a moment, so keep sucking."
Donna slid her mouth back over his cock and the man sat there, staring blissfully at the ceiling while they took Scarlette down off the ropes.
"You shits!" Imogene screamed as Clark worked her clit, his fingers playing softly with her wet flesh. "You're the lowest fuckers in the world! Bastards!"
"Language, lady," Clark said, his other hand gently playing with her nipple. "Just think, it could be you – cocks all over the place, ramming into your pussy and ass, down your throat. You could even be whipped as well, if you like."
"Aaaahhhhh!" Imogene hissed, her body twisting on the ropes, her pussy running juices as she tried desperately to stop herself from getting aroused. She didn't know why it was that her whole body burned with the most disgusting lust as she watched Donna's pain and humiliation. Her fury was almost out of control by now, and that had fueled the rage of passion breaking out in her spread-eagled body. She gritted her teeth, swaying, rage and passion burning her up.
"Here we are," said the man in the chair as Scarlette was brought forward.
Scarlette was swaying and her eyes were glassy. She had cum all over her, and she looked as if she was about fucked out. But she pouted as she stood in front of the man, sliding her fingers into her cunt and bringing them out covered in sticky goo.
"You want me to suck my mom's pussy?" Scarlette asked, licking at her fingers, her wicked little tongue sliding over her hand.
"Yeah, sixty-nine with her on the table."
"Sure," Scarlette said, then grabbed her mother's shoulder. "Come on, Mommy dearest, we got things to do."
Donna's head was down as she allowed her daughter to lead her to the table. She let herself get pushed onto it, and she lay on her side while Scarlette pulled her so that her ass was at the edge.
"Shit," said one of the men, "if she doesn't show a bit of life, I'm gonna beat the cunt again."
"Patience," Adam said, "trust me."
The man grunted, but gave no sign of defying Adam.
Scarlette climbed onto the table with her mother and lay alongside her, her legs around Donna's face.
"Suck me, Mommy!"
Donna stared at her daughter's cunt. The dark hair was smeared with cum and pussy juices, cum ran out of her cunt and ass, over her thighs.
Scarlette grinned and thrust her pussy at Donna's face. "Come on, Mommy! You know what happens to disobedient little shits around here."
Donna moaned, but she moved her mouth over Scarlette's thighs, licking at the creamy white skin and the cum all over it.
"Closer, Mommy!" Scarlette sighed.