"Now that's a pair of tits," he said, running his other hand over the front of Donna's straining blouse. "They're gonna get a lot of use today, baby, so you ready for a long day's fuck into night? Huh?"
Donna gurgled and wept, her face contorted with fear.
Adam reached up and undid the straps of the gag, letting it pull away.
Donna stared for a second at the ring of male faces, all looking at her body. She screamed, her body shaking on the pillar, her hands pulling desperately at the bonds.
"Stop that!" Adam said, his voice snapping over Donna's hysterical wails.
But Donna was too far gone. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body shaking.
Almost casually, Adam reached out and took a grip on both sides of the neck of her blouse. He ripped, tearing the buttons of the blouse and scattering them all over the floor.
"No, no, no!" Donna screeched, her eyes wild, her body shaking constantly.
Adam took hold of her white bra, held the cups for a moment and heaved. The clip between Donna's large tits held for a moment, then gave, tearing open to reveal Donna's tit-mounds.
"Fuuuuck!" one of the men gasped. "That sure is a pair of jugs!"
Donna's wails went on uninterrupted as the man stared at her huge tits. Her tits were still very firm and hardly drooped at all. They had a ripe, melon fullness and didn't need the support of a bra. Now they swung wildly as Donna screamed again, seeming to be unaware of what was going on around her.
Adam took the cat, swung it and lashed it across Donna's jutting tit-mounds, beating red lines of agony into her soft white flesh.
The effect was immediate. Donna lurched, her body spasming as the cat bit into her tits. She gave a short sharp scream and stopped dead, staring at Adam, her tits heaving as she panted for breath.
"Now that I've got your attention," Adam said, "how would you like to show us what's under the rest of your clothes. If it's as good as your tits, you'll have cocks up you all day and night. Scarlette, come here."
"Yes, Adam," the dark-haired little slut replied, rushing up. She was still wearing her slip, though it was badly torn, and her bobby sox and high heels, but that was all. She pouted at him and worked one of her nipples in her fingers. "Adam not angry with me is he?"
"You said your mom was ugly, and look at her!" Adam snapped, waving the cat in Donna's helpless face.
"Oh, Adam, don't be angry!" Scarlette gasped. "I mean… she's my mom."
She pouted and twirled a little, giving the man gathered around a good look at her young lovely body.
"We have to show your mom how bad you were to say a thing like that," Adam said. "You must have your nipples clamped and your ass fucked until your mother is undressed."
Scarlette gave a gurgling gasp. She held her nipples, her body shaking, half in fear, half in lust.
"Yes, Adam," she whispered. "Should I go and get the clamps?"
"Yes." Adam watched the dark-haired girl rush away.
A hand ran round the pillar and over Imogene's tits, caressing her through her dress.
"If this is what Scarlette gets for lying, just think what Lana is gonna get for lying about you," said a soft voice.
Imogene gasped. She recognized Clark at once, and almost immediately he came into view, his hand running over her body, his eyes alight with lust.
"With a body and face like yours, it's criminal that it doesn't get any use. But we'll change all that." Clark took hold of the top button of Imogene's dress and eased it open, so softly that she hardly noticed.
She was terrified, but she stared back at her tormentor and pulled against the bonds, trying hopelessly to get them open.
"And what did she say about me?" she hissed.
"Oh, that you were just horrible, and she thought her dad was right to walk out on you, things like that," he said slowly, easing the next button of Imogene's dress open, revealing the beginning of her cleavage. "And she said you hadn't been fucked in five years or so, or was it ten? I can't remember, but she said you were a frustrated old bitch. How about that?"
His fingers played with the next button of her dress and Imogene burst into tears.
"The little whore!" she spat. "What have you done to her? How did you do this?"
"We didn't." Clark smiled. "They seduced one of our executives one Saturday, and we took it from there. Horny little minies." He eased the sides of Imogene's dress open. "But that's modern youth for you, isn't it?"
His hand played with the frilly top of Imogene's bra, easing her slip down to get at it.
"Now watch this, it's going to be very educational. And don't utter a word or I'll put the gag on and whip you five times harder than that friend of yours is going to get it."
Slowly, but almost brutally, Clark slid between Imogene and the pillar, pushing her body out so that even more of a strain came to her arms. She moaned as he pulled her body into position, her back to him, her ass pressing into the front of his pants. He spread his legs until Imogene could feel his enormous thick cock pressing into her ass through her dress. She almost choked as the thick hunk of prick pushed into her ass crack. It seemed to her as if there was a foot of cock, and that it was hard and thick enough to spilt her wide open.
She stifled a sob, trying to keep silent. She was sure that Clark would whip her if she cried out.
His hands slid over her bra and eased the top down, away from her tits. She shivered, struggling against the bonds, shivering with helpless tenor. His hands wandered over her luscious tit-mounds, caressing the soft, thrusting flesh. Imogene had great tits.
"Now watch," he whispered, his cock pressing into her ass, his fingers rolling over her nipples.
Scarlette came back and stood close to Adam, her tits heaving, her eyes glazed with strange emotions. He looked her up and down and turned back to Donna who still hung on the pillar in a state of shock.
"Now, how about taking the rest of your clothes off for us while Scarlette here gets her ass fucked?"
"Let me go!" Donna wailed, pulling at the bonds, staring desperately at the ring of men who came in closer, their eyes on her body. Adam lashed Donna across the tits again, beating more thin lines and dots of pain into her flesh.
This time Donna screamed wildly, her body heaving, her tits bouncing around. "Noooo! Please!"
Adam continued whipped her tits, beating the knots into her large areolas and budding nipples. "Tell us how much you want to take your clothes off for us!"
"Aaaghhh – you beast!" Donna screamed, her red sore tits bobbing violently.
"Remember," Adam said and lashed her large mounds hard, "that Scarlette will be wearing nipple clamps while you perform. If you fuck around, I'll give her the whip afterwards and let her loose on you."
Clark's fingers rolled Imogene's nipples tightly. Already pain was washing out and over the bound woman, but there was nothing she could do.
"The same will go for you when we get to you," Clark said softly. "Think about it."
Imogene bit her lip, but she couldn't stop a groan from escaping.
"What did you say?" Clark asked, pulling her nipple hard.
"Nothing!" Imogene gasped, her body shaking, her ass rubbing up and down against his cock.
"Good," he said, "keep watching."
Adam lashed the cat into Donna's tits with long hard strokes, beating the huge swinging mounds of tit-flesh from one side to another while Donna screamed in pain and terror.
"Tell us how much you want to take your clothes off and show us your wonderful body!" Adam whipped the screaming woman again.
"Aaagghhhh! Aaahhh! Stop, stop! I will, I will!" Donna screamed, her tits bouncing around to the delight of the watching men.
"Tell us how much you want to show us!" Adam insisted, lashing her swelling tits.
"Yes, I do, I do!" Donna wailed. "Aaaggghhh! Let me show you, please!"