"Help!" Donna screamed as she was tied up, her lovely huge tits thrusting out, straining against the front of her blouse.
"Shut up!" Clark snapped, appearing between the pillars. He had two thick gags in his hands. "I hate listening to bitches scream when they ain't getting hurt. So shut the fuck up, or get these."
"Donna, be… be quiet," Imogene said desperately.
Clark stared at them for a few moments and then left.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, and spotlights came up on the far side of the room.
Imogene screamed.
Lana and Scarlette came onto the stage, grinning wildly, dressed in little, and fantasy schoolgirl costumes. Low-cut, tight white blouses, little blue skirts that came high on their thighs, white bobby soxes and white high-heeled shoes. They were made up and their hair done to look really cheap and sluttish. They paraded around the stage, and cheers and whistles burst over the room. They went closer to the men sitting around, sliding their little skirts up, and showing the delightful curves of their thighs, the white crotches of their panties and their tight little asses.
Lana turned her back to the men and eased her skirt up over her ass, showing them her tight asscheeks. She slid her hand into her panda and caressed her pussy, grinning even more as the men cheered and gasped.
Imogene gasped. She was sick with horror and fear. She looked across at Donna.
Donna was suffering even more than she was. Tears ran down her face as she stared at her sexy little daughter, who was sliding close to one of the men, then sitting in his lap, giggling, slapping his hand away as he worked it up her thigh.
"No!" Scarlette squealed. "You have to wait for that."
She slipped off his thighs and paraded around again.
Imogene looked around desperately for a door. But it was too dark, and there was nothing to be seen.
Adam waked onto the stage, a thin cane in his hand. "Silence, girls, and come here."
Instantly Lana and Scarlette jumped and ran back giggling. They stood close to him, still giggling and staring at the cane.
"Your reports are very bad," Adam said, tossing some pieces of paper on the floor.
"Yes, sir," Lana replied, "but we can explain."
"Yes?" Adam ran the cane through his fingers.
"Well, sir, we were too busy fucking the boys to work," Lana said, and there was a roar of laughter from the men.
"I thought so." Adam smiled. "You'll have to be punished hard for that."
The girls gasped, their faces getting flushed, their tits heaving with excitement.
"Take off your outer clothes."
The girls reached for the top buttons of their white blouses. They slipped them open and went on to the next one, revealing the lacy tops of their bras.
"Scarlette!" Donna screamed. "Stop that! Get us out of here!"
"Oh, hi, Mom," Scarlette said with a grin, undoing the next button of her blouse and peeling it away from her lovely tits. "Honestly, Mom, you shouldn't follow us in Imogene's car. It's red, isn't it, silly. We saw you."
She undid the belt of her skirt and started stepping out of it while Donna gave a scream.
Clark came up and rammed a gag into her mouth, strapping the bindings tight, pulling until Donna gave muffled gasps of pain.
Imogene bit her lip. For Lana was parading her body with the same delight as Scarlette had shown, showing her tits off as she eased her skirt down and stood in just her little slip and the bobby sox and shoes. She slid her hand over her panties again, showing her soft curves to the cheering men.
Imogene wept and tried to keep herself from screaming. Clark leaned close.
"You want one of these?" he asked, brandishing a gag.
"No," Imogene whispered, her eyes flowing with tears.
"Good," he snarled, "just keep real quiet." Then he was gone and Imogene was left helpless, watching her daughter's shame.
Lana paraded down to the men and spread her thighs around one man's legs. Close behind her was Adam, the cane in his hand.
"I'm such a bad, girl," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust, "would you like me to have some of my punishment here?"
"Yes," the man said, and his voice shook. He ran his hands over Lana's panties, feeling the soft mound of her pussy. "Fuck, you are bad! Your panties are already wet!"
"I know, I know!" Lana moaned, her hips hunching at his hand. "But I can't help it! I can't! I have to have it!"
She gurgled and thrust, and the man worked his hand inside her tight white panties. He felt her pussy lips and then pushed deeper, feeling the hot wet crack of her cunt.
"Bend forward," he ordered.
Lana gasped and did as she was told. Her blonde hair fell across her young face as she spread her legs wider, her soft lips nuzzling the man's neck as he fingered her cunt and reached up to play with her lovely tits in their little lacy white bra.
Adam slid the cane across Lana's ass.
"Ohhh, yesss!" Lana gasped.
As Imogene stared in absolute horror, the cane went up in the air, held for a moment, then slashed down across her daughter's tight asscheeks.
Lana gave a scream as a thin red line of pain appeared on her flesh.
"Ooooh, yesss, sir!" she wailed. "Ooohhh, sir! I've been so bad! Whip me hard – aaaghh! Yessss!"
She kissed and bit at the man's neck as he slid a finger into her cunt and played with her. Adam lashed her ass hard.
"Ooohhh, finger-fuck me! Yesss!" Lana screamed, her cunt throbbing around his thrusting finger. "Aaagghhh! Ooohhh! Would you like to fuck me, would you? Aagghh, yes! I'll suck you off if you want, any way you want it! I've been such a bad girl – sooo baaad! Aaaghhh!"
Lana tossed wildly and gave a massive shriek of orgasm. Her head was flung back as she came, screaming as the cane cut her ass, her hips going wild.
"Yessss, thank you, sir! Thank you!" she screamed, her hips twitching and gyrating as another climax burst over her.
At the next cut of the cane, Lana gave a deep wail of lust and collapsed, her legs shaking, her mouth sucking don the man's shirt and into his lap where she burrowed far his cock, her hands frantically tearing at his zipper.
As this was going on, another man walked up onto the raised area and approached Scarlette. Donna's eyes got wider as the man went up to her daughter and ran his hands over her tits.
"Over the bench," he said, "on your back."
Scarlette turned away, walking over to a padded bench that stood at about waist height. Her dark hair fell away from her shoulders as she lay on the leather and raised her legs, spreading them wide above her head. With a smile, she slid her hands down her thighs, over her bobby sox to her ankles. The hem of her little slip dropped away, showing the curve of her pussy mound and the dark cunt hair under the little white panties. Her head eased back over a pillow at the head of the bench and she waited, gasping, as the man came up to her.
The teen lay there, her long, shapely legs wide apart, ankles on either side of her head, the crotch of her panties pulled tight over her cunt, her soft, beautiful face pouting invitingly.
The man came up to her and pulled his zipper down. Scarlette moaned as he eased his cock out. It was already hard, a full seven or eight inches of thick prickmeat. He held it in his hand and played it over Scarlette's mouth.
"You've been a bad girl too. Haven't you?"
"If you say so," Scarlette sighed, her eyes misty as she licked his cockhead with each sweep of the hard prick past her lips. "I don't admit to nothin', Lana's the slut, not me."
She gave a moan and sucked his cock head fast as it worked over her mouth.
"Are you calling us liars?" the man asked softly. "We all saw you, you little whore."
"That's bullshit," Scarlette replied, her mouth working as she licked and sucked the cockhead traveling slowly across her tongue. "I don't do things like that. You're all fucking liars."