"Better," Adam said sarcastically. He stopped the cat and left the gasping, weeping Donna hanging there. He looked at Scarlette. "Clamp time."
"Yes, Adam," Scarlette whispered. She turned to one of the men closest to her and held out a tiny clamp to him. "Would you like to put this on me?"
He took the nipple clamp and grinned at the shaking girl. Slowly he gripped the top of her slip and tore the flimsy material, ripping it almost to her waist, so that he could get right to her tits. Then he worked his fingers over Scarlette's nipples, drawing them out to make them hard.
"Remember," Adam said to Donna, "this is for you, because she said such horrible things about you."
"J-j-just let us go!" Donna sobbed.
"Now?" Adam said in mock incredulity. "But you only just got here."
Donna broke into fresh sobs as he turned away. All eyes were on Scarlette and the man with the clamp.
The man was finally satisfied that her nipples were hard enough. He took the clamp, sliding the tiny jaws around Scarlette's tight round buds. Scarlette gasped and moaned as he took hold of the screw and turned it, tightening the jaws on her nipple flesh. He twisted the screw again and the jaws bit, chewing into Scarlette's nipple. She moaned and tears started in her eyes. Behind her back, her hands twisted as she tried to control herself.
The man turned the screw once more and Scarlette screamed in pain, her body shaking, her hands twisting wildly.
"Not bad," Adam said, "and now the next one."
"Yes, Adam," Scarlette moaned, her dark hair tossing around her beautiful face as she walked away from the first man and over to another man. "Would you like to put this on for me?"
He took the clamp and slid the jaws around Scarlette's other nipple. She was moaning in pain as he began tightening it, the jaws closing relentlessly on her pointed tit-bud. He twisted the jaws hard, and Scarlette gave a shriek of pain, shaking violently and bursting into floods of tears.
"Now, over here and over that," Adam said, pointing to a waist-high, padded gym horse. "Spread your legs and offer yourself."
Donna was gasping, her fingers trembling as she tried to stop herself from pulling at the nipple clamps. She slid face-dawn over the horse, gripping the surface as she pushed her ass up, the dark pit of her shit-hole showing deep between her asscheeks.
"W-would anybody like to fuck my ass while they watch?" she moaned.
"Sure, baby," said a large man in a shirt and blue suit pants.
He came up to her and slid his zipper down, easing out his long thick cock. For a few moments he slid it between Scarlette's asscheeks. Then he stepped back and spanked Scarlette across the ass, his hand beating a tattoo into her assflesh while she moaned and jerked on the back of the horse.
"Come on, bitch!" he gasped. "Show Mommy what a whore you really are!"
His hard hand spanked her, the sound ringing around the room. Scarlette's ass was flaming red as she moaned and heaved on the horse. Her ass lunged up for the man's hand as he spanked her, and soon she was moaning with the most depraved arousal.
"Yeaaahhh, whore!" The man worked his cock as he spanked her. "Come on, show Mommy!"
Adam took the bonds and undid Donna's hands. She dropped to the floor, her hands covering and caressing her tits while she moaned in terror and pain.
Adam grabbed her dark hair and pulled her head up. "Watch this, bitch. This is who your daughter [missing text]."
He held Donna on her knees, puffing her head into his crotch, making sure she saw it all.
The man was spanking Scarlette faster, his hand flashing up and down as he roared with delight, his hard palm beating into her tight asscheeks.
Scarlette was yelling and moaning, her fingers twisting on the nipple clamps, her ass heaving back.
"Bastard!" she wailed. "You're making me come, you bastard! You think you can do anything to me, don't you? Aaahhhh! Qhhh, fuck, I'm coming!"
With great wails of lust, she hunched on the gym horse, her ass jerking wildly as the man spanked her as hard as he could, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, his cock throbbing, as hard as an iron pole.
"Whaaaahhhh!" Scarlette screamed, jerking with depraved passion. "Ooohhh, you shit eating fucker! I'm coommmiiinnggg!"
With a long series of screams Scarlette climaxed and collapsed, panting over the gym horse, her body still wracked with shuddering orgasms.
"Now for your ass," the man said, then slid his cock to the entrance of Scarlette's shitter. She moaned as his cockhead worked into her shit-pit.
"Get up and perform," Adam said to Donna, pulling her up, the sides of her torn blouse and bra swinging around as she staggered. "And remember, you fuck up, and Scarlette gets to whip you. She'll love that."
Donna moaned as she was pushed into a spotlight, but there was one further interruption on that postponed her humiliation.
Lana swaggered into the circle. "Sorry about my slip," she said to Adam, "but some fucker ripped it right off me."
Lana bent over the back of a low sofa, leaning out so that she could see everything that was going on. She gathered cushions so she could lean her young tits on them.
"Come on, boys," she challenged, "free fucks, either hole, until Adam gives me my punishment. I'll show you how much I can take."
Instantly one of the men rushed up to the little blonde nympho and slid his cock into her hot little cunt. Lana gave a moan of lust and hugged the cushions.
"Come on, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard! Fill me up with that cock of yours!"
Imogene wept as she saw her daughter behaving in such a disgusting way. But she was in enough trouble, even with Donna taking most of the heat right then. Clark's hand had run down her body and was sliding up under her dress, caressing the nylon of her stockings and the silky skin of her thighs above her stocking tops. She sobbed while her thighs trembled and Clark pulled her unwilling body harder against his cock.
"Slowly," Adam said to Donna, pushing her back into the spotlight.
Donna looked at the circle of men, then at her daughter lying face down over the horse, her ass slowly being filled with the man's thick cock. Donna shuddered, tears running down her face, but she silently eased what remained of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let it drop. It was followed by her bra, and she stood with her luscious tits at last fully revealed.
"Go up to that man there and offer to let him feel your tits and take your skirt off," Adam ordered.
With Scarlette moaning in passion only a few feet away, Donna staggered up to the man and wept as she tried to speak. He was already partially undressed, and his cock stuck out of his pants. He ran his hands over Donna's tits, making her moan as they scraped her whipped titflesh.
Without warning, he slapped Donna's titmounds, beating them around viciously. "Ask me, bitch!"
"Aaahhh! Please, please! Feel my tits or… or… take my skirt off!" Donna sobbed as she tried to remember all she had been told.
"Silly cunt," the man added, then slapped her tit-mound once more to make his point.
He took hold of the belt to Donna's skirt and opened it, then reached around and undid the zipper. As Donna stood there sobbing, the skirt dropped down her legs, showing her little waist slip and her stockings underneath that.
"Hey, get that off!" one of the men shouted, and Donna's trembling hands went to the waistband of her slip and started to pull it over her swelling asscheeks.
"Jeez! Look at that body!" someone gasped. "And nobody's fucked it in years!"
Donna was almost hysterical as she stepped out of her slip and stood before their staring eyes in nothing but her panties, stockings and high heels.
"Get your hands down!" Adam snapped, then slashed the cat across Donna's tight panties, whipping her ass hard.
"Aaahhh!" Donna sobbed, quickly dropping her hands away from her tits.