"What are you going to do with me?" Imogene demanded. "Two of you against one woman, right!"
She turned defiantly to face Adam.
"I'll give you a deal," Adam said with an easy grin. "Pick either of us. We won't defend ourselves. If you can knock us down, then you can go and take your daughter with you. If you can't, then you undress for us and do whatever we say."
"The fuck I will!" Imogene screamed and rushed him.
Screaming and yelling, Imogene pounded into his chest, beating at him, her fists swinging into his strong, hard body. She swung at his chin, connecting with a series of blows, but he just stood there, impassive, taking it all.
She sobbed and turned, looking for Clark. "Are you taking the deal?" Adam asked. "No, you shit!" Imogene stared at Clark who was giving her the same mocking smile.
"Then we hold you whether you knock us down or not," Clark said. "It was a fucking good deal, lady, think about it."
Imogene couldn't think, but she knew that any deal was better than none. "All right, it's a deal."
With another scream of hatred, she ran at Clark, beating at him in the same way, her fists pounding, trying to break his jaw. Like Adam he took it all, his body hardly moving, his eyes hard and shining.
"You beasts, you bastards!" Imogene screamed, beating wildly at Clark, then rushing back to Adam, her fists lashing out until she fell to her knees, panting, sweating, tears falling aver her face.
"Want another go?" asked Adam.
"Fuck off!" Imogene gasped, struggling to get to her feet. "Noooo!"
"Okay, good," Adam said and sat down. "So stand there and take your clothes off. I've got a bet with somebody that your body is easily as good as your daughter's."
"You fuck!" Imogene screamed and ran for the door.
She got about five feet before Clark grabbed her arm. Several of the men who had been watching Donna's humiliation turned back to see the struggling, weeping Imogene.
"Now a deal is a deal," Clark said as he swung Imogene back into the circle of light in front of Adam's chair. "You agreed."
"Fuck off!" Imogene twisted around and slapped him across the face.
"That's it!" Clark exclaimed. "You fucked the deal up, lady, you pay!"
"You shits, shits!" Imogene screamed.
Clark and Adam grabbed her and dragged her across the room to a set of bars that crossed at various heights on a piece of apparatus that sent chills down Imogene's spine.
"You leave me alone!" she yelled as she was rammed face-down over one of the bars. Adam seized her wrists and lashed them to the bar where it met the base of the apparatus. They grabbed her ankles and lashed them to the base of the apparatus as well.
Adam pushed a button and the base opened, taking Imogene's arms and legs with it, spreading them out, then pulling on them until she was hauled tightly onto the bar. She screamed in rage and fear, her arms and legs spread wide, her ass pushing up under her summer dress.
Adam continued to move the helpless woman as he wanted. He pushed another button and the bar began to rise, lifting Imogene's body off the ground and moving it over until she saw that a seat was coming into her upside-down view, a seat that was between her thighs now. She was four feet off the floor.
"You shits!" she yelled, her fury boiling, masking her terror.
"Just get that fucking thing out of the way," Adam said and several of the men came forward, reaching for Imogene's summer dress.
"You shits!" she wailed as they tore at her expensive dress, ripping at it. "Nooo!"
Then it was pulled viciously from her body until it lay in shreds on the carpet.
"You fuckers!" Imogene wept.
"Jesus, she is great," Adam said admiringly. He came up and ran his hand over Imogene's long, shapely legs, caressing her skin through the nylon of her stockings. His hand moved higher, over her thighs and then her ass, caressing her through her tight panties.
"Take your hands off me!" Imogene yelled, but she could feel a terrible excitement to his touch. She screamed, her body struggling against the bonds.
"And these tits," Adam said, his hand running down over her body, over her slip to the soft curves of her tit mounds. "Fuck, they're something else, you've been hiding them from the world."
He pushed her bra out of the way and gently twisted her nipples.
"You jerk, get your hands off me!" Imogene struggled to get free of the leather bonds holding her to the bar.
"I'm afraid not," Adam said, "you have to learn your lesson."
He pulled out a thin cane from a thick hollow pipe in the side of the apparatus from which the tops of several more canes protruded. He ran the horrible thing past Imogene's eyes.
"You're going to beg to suck my cock. The rest can have your friend and the daughters. You're for Clark and me, until we hand you over."
"You shit, you fuck-faced jerk!" Imogene screeched. "I wouldn't suck your cock if you beat me to a pulp!"
She was already suffering from being upside down, and the pull on her arms and legs was agonizing. She stared at the front of Adam's pants as he grinned and caressed the cane. She could see the huge mound of his cock as it pressed against the front of his pants. It was easily as big as Clark's and Imogene found herself trembling with a horrible anticipation.
Adam stepped back and ran the cane over Imogene's ass. "Beg me."
"Fuck off!" Imogene stared between her spread legs as the cane went up in the air and held over her ass, trembling like her thighs.
With a swish, it lashed down and whipped right across her taut asscheeks.
Imogene lurched, her arms almost pulling out of their sockets as pain rushed over her body. It was an explosion of agony that soared out of the thin line of crimson pain in her ass. The cane went back up and slashed in again.
"You fuckers!" Imogene screamed, her ass jerking as another beat of the thin wood beat into her. "Suck your own cock!"
Adam whipped her hard, the cane bending as it lashed her ass.
"Uuuugghhh! Never, never!" she yelled.
"Well, hey, look at your friend." Clark leaned in, grinning at Imogene. "She's having a real good time."
Imogene's screams of pain took on a deep, dark surge of fury as the agony surged from her ass and Clark pulled her head up by her hair to make her witness Donna's pain and humiliation. As Imogene saw what was going on, her strange fury mounted, and it wasn't because of Donna's suffering. It was from something she didn't understand.
Donna's legs strained against the bonds as the thick cock reaming out her pussy speeded up and the men began to roar with the lust of his approaching come. At the same time, the man with his long thin cock tit-fucking her was also rising to his climax, his cock rushing in and out, ramming into her mouth faster and faster at the top of each thrust.
"Bring me off good, bitch!" he yelled and laid the rod across Donna's tits. "You bring me off good and you'll only get this when I'm shooting cum. Ooohhh, come on bitch! Fuck up, I love whipping big tits, especially tits like yours!"
Donna somehow clung to her tits, making the false cunt for him to run his throbbing shaft between. Her ass came up off the table as the force of Greg's cock in her cunt gave her extra pain. Her dark hair was matted down over her face as she wept, her pussy throbbing around the massive fuckrod thrusting there.
"Come on, you bitch, move!" Greg yelled. "Whip her, Bill! Whip the shit!"
Bill's arm swept up and the thin rod lashed across Donna's huge tits, beating more pain into them as he rammed his cock at her mouth.
"Ohhhh, God!" Donna screamed, her body going berserk as the pain rushed from her swollen nipples. She tossed wildly, her mouth taking in Bill's hard cockhead and sucking on it.
"Yeahhh!" Greg yelled. "Yeah, do it, Bill! Do it! Her cunt sucks when you do it!"
Bill lashed Donna's tits with hard strokes, beating endless red lines into her flesh as his cock stroked between her whipped tit-mounds and into her mouth.