"Do as I command!"
She began scooting across the thick-pile carpet on her knees, the whip as her constant companion. The man was totally expert with the whip. He used it to goad her, not to strip the flesh from her bones. But she realized it wouldn't take much to anger Mr. Stanton. He was capable of ruining her as a human being with that whip.
She got to Michael and looked up. The youth moaned and struggled, feebly in his chains.
"Wake up, Michael, please! We have to perform!"
"What? Perform? For who?"
"DO as I order you!"
This time Mr. Stanton used the whip on Michael. The teenager cried out in pain. Sheryle couldn't stand to see her boyfriend in pain. This was worse than feeling the whip lashing her own shoulders.
"We will do as you command, but please stop! Please!" Sheryle cried out.
The man in black stopped, his whip trailing off along the carpet. She turned and looked in his direction. He was still anonymous. The muffler was pulled around his face. The black eyes glaring at her burned with an intensity, a lust that wasn't to be denied. She bent forward and began undressing Michael with her teeth.
It was difficult. She found that she had to use her tongue to slip under the buttons. And she often had to pull them off entirely with her teeth. It was slow work but she did it, the whip occasionally urging her on. She was crying bitter tears as she did it, but she finally finished. As much as she could, she finished.
"Kick off the pants," ordered Mr. Stanton. Michael did as he was told, not wanting the whip to seek out his balls as it had done the last time he had refused a direct order.
Still, he didn't move fast enough, or Mr. Stanton felt perverse. The whip sang, landing harshly on both shoulders. The man used the whip to cut through the sleeves of Michael's shirt. Sheryle hastily reached up and gripped the tail of the shirt in her teeth. Like a dog worrying an old rag, she tossed her head and pulled the material away from her boyfriend's body. This saved them both getting new and painful welts from the whip.
"So, this is what the younger generation is hung like. Not too impressive," said Mr. Stanton, walking around the chained, naked youth. "And the ass. Too fat. This actually fucked you?" he asked Sheryle, the butt end of his whip lifting Michael's limp prick.
"N-no," she stammered. "He's never f-fucked me."
"Did the trucker?"
"Up the ass," she confessed. She blushed furiously at the thought of how he had raped her. "But I didn't want him to. He forced me! He raped me!"
"A likely story. All you teenagers are sluts. You live for nothing but fucking. You want cock whenever you can get it, isn't that so?" When she didn't answer, he lashed out with the whip. "Isn't that so? Answer me!"
"Y-yes!" she cried, knowing this was the answer he wanted to hear. She was on her knees directly in front of him now. He moved closer, the whip crackling beside her head with murderous menace.
"Unzip my pants and suck on my cock. Now!" the man ordered.
She swallowed hard. This was what he had wanted all the time. She could see the hard lump that was his prick. He had been getting off watching her strip Michael with only her mouth. Now that he was heated up, he wanted that sucking mouth all over his prick. But this wasn't anything new for her. She had sucked Michael off once and it had been good.
"If I do this, will you let us go?"
"Suck my cock, slut!"
The pain from the whip forced her to obey. She managed to get her tongue under the man's zipper. Using her teeth then, she pulled the metal tab down with a loud hissing. His prick sprang out, dancing just inches in front of her face. The sight of the mighty, virile prick, already steely hard, aroused her.
The girl blushed at the idea this could be a turn-on for her. The man's cock drew her like a magnet draws iron. She hated herself for getting so horny at the idea of being tied up and forced to give head. But there was no denying this was the way she felt. Her pussy was frothing over and the love juices were leaking down the insides of her thighs.
"Suck and don't stop till I tell you that you can!" he bellowed. She cringed at the force of the man's will. She couldn't deny him. He was too commanding for her to even think of doing that.
Besides, the threat of the whip lashing across her shoulders was more than enough to make her want to obey.
Licking her lips, she moved forward. And almost fell on her face. Just as she had reached out for the man's cock, he moved. She fell heavily the second time she tried to get his cock between her lips. He kept moving backward just beyond her reach.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "Either let me suck on it or stop moving!"
"I am the one who commands here," he said in a cold, menacing voice. She felt shivers of dread go up and down her spine. She knew in that instant that she was more than a simple slave. She was a sex slave and would be forced to do all kinds of terrible, degrading things.
She swallowed hard and managed to get her knees back under her. Lifting up, she found his hard, bucking cock just inches away. Again she moved, and this time she succeeded in getting the knobby end of his prick into her mouth. The taste of an aroused male fuck-stick was enough to make her mouth water. She sucked as hard as she could, enjoying herself for the first time since coming into the huge mansion.
"Don't obey him, Sheryle," called out Michael. "Resist him. He'll give up after a while."
Sheryle couldn't see what happened, but she heard. The lash of the whip singing through the air, the dull thunk as it landed on naked flesh, the yelp as Michael reacted. She sucked harder, her lips caressing and stroking along Mr. Stanton's cock. Maybe if she could give his boner enough attention he would stop whipping Michael.
Maybe.
The teenager frankly didn't know what the man was up to. She did know he had complete control over her – and Michael – and that she would have to please him or suffer the consequences. Feeling the sting of the whip once was enough to make her eager to please.
Her tongue avidly licked and lapped along the sensitive underside of the man's cock. She teased the tiny flap of flesh dangling down under the cleft head, and then moved swiftly down the long stalk to the balls dangling below. She pressed her tongue into the hairy bag and felt the nuts trembling and lurching inside. The redhead knew that she could get him off in a hurry with a few of the tricks she had learned giving Michael a blow job.
Her teeth lightly scoured the sides of his prick. The lash of the whip instantly stopped her.
"No teeth! If you so much as touch my precious prick with your teeth, I will beat you until you are senseless!"
She nodded, her head bobbing in sudden fear. She didn't doubt the man's intentions for a single instant. He was brutal and dominating. He would do exactly what he said. She went back to sucking on his cock, making damned sure that her teeth never came close to touching his prick.
Licking and kissing, she moved up to the head of his pecker. Her tongue toyed with the huge knob and then she pulled the entire tip into her mouth. Cradling his cock with her tongue, she went down on him all the way. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and rattled all the way down her throat.
She almost gagged until she relaxed enough to take his prick into her windpipe. Nose pressing hard into his crotch, she swallowed a few times and then began to back away. She had to breathe and was getting dizzy from lack of air.
"Not yet," he said, tapping the back of her head with his whip. "I like this. I like the way your throat works on my cock. A few more minutes."
"Minutes?" screamed Michael. "She can't take it that much longer. She'll pass out. You're a beast! Why are you doing this to us?"
The whip sang and produced another shriek of agony from the chained youth. Sheryle hardly knew what was happening around her any more. The lack of air had begun to work on her. She was giddy, swaying back and forth. She finally sank to the carpet, not even knowing what was happening to her.