"You… you bastards!" she screeched. "Let me go, dammit! You have no right to tie me up like this. I won't stand for it!"
Billy laughed wickedly and held the plastic dildo before her wide-open eyes. "Look what I found, Sally. You've been dildo-fucking your cunt, haven't you?"
Sally was taken aback. Usually, as soon as she finished fucking her cunt with the dildo, she would hide it under the bed. This last time, she had forgotten. She felt so ashamed and guilt-ridden. "Oh, my God! Get away from me, both of you! This is my apartment, now get out!"
"Not until we're through with you, bitch!" Billy hissed. "What do you say to the idea of sucking my cock, you slut?"
"I say fuck you, you asshole!" she shouted. Sally tried to pull her hands free, but the only purpose that served was to intensify the horrible pain that she felt from the ropes which dug into her raw flesh.
"You'll be sorry for talking like that to me," Billy said coolly. "Johnny, throw me the whip," he instructed his brother.
Johnny tossed the whip to Billy, who caught it in mid-air. He uncoiled the whip and held it between his hands, right over Sally's upturned face. Her face turned ashen white, contorted with fear as she realized that Billy's stern face conveyed deadly seriousness.
"What are you going to do with that whip? You won't… you can't!" she protested loudly.
"Can't I? Watch me, bitch!" Billy said, sneering lewdly, licking his lips with his raspy tongue. He reached into his swim trunks and pulled out his prick which lurched and weaved above the girl's face. "By the time I get finished with you, you'll be begging to suck my cock, you filthy little bitch. You're gonna give me a great blowjob, or I'll beat the living shit out of you."
Sally spat at Billy, her spittle hitting him just under his eye and drooling down his face which became a contorted and grotesque mask of sheer evilness. Sally knew at once that she had made a big mistake, spitting at Billy. The boy had a terrible temper and there was no telling what he might do to her now.
"See how you like the taste of my whip, you slut!" shouted the angry boy as he reared back and lashed her up-thrust tits.
The whip whistled through the air and snapped hard and cruelly across her tender tit-flesh, which quivered when struck by the black, knotted tip of the biting whip.
"Aaaaiiiiii!" she wailed as the whip cut into her tits. "You… you bastard! You can't do this to me! Stop it at once! Stop it!"
Billy laughed and smirked at her. He wound up and let her have it again, slashing the whip down on her tits again, smiling lewdly as he watched her wince with pain.
She twitched and twisted about on the bed, moving awkwardly from side to side in a frantic effort to escape the slashing of the whip. It was impossible to evade the whip. She was helpless, bound hand and foot to the bedposts, unable to move more than a few inches. Her hips could move a bit farther, but not enough for her to be able to get out of the way of the whip as it descended on her ripe, young tits. She let out a chilling scream, but Billy paid her no mind. He thrashed her unmercifully. From the leering grin on his face, it seemed as though he was actually enjoying watching her suffer.
Snap-crack the whip sounded as it fell relentlessly down on her quivering tits. Her nipples puckered and pointed upward, her areolas dotted with goose-bumps.
Sally had never before experienced such dreadful pain. She shuddered, closed her eyes, clenched her teeth – attempting to endure the agony as best she could. But there was no way to shut out the horrid pain which coursed through her firm, quaking tits. She gasped for breath, her tortured tits heaving upward, providing a perfect target for Billy as he aimed the whip at her puckered nipples.
Snap-crack! He flogged her tits joyously, relishing the fact that the tormented young girl was shrieking in terror, her eyes showing her fear and horror.
"You fucking bitch! Whore! Beg to suck my cock, you cunt! Beg to suck my prick, or I'll keep whipping you!" he shouted.
"Nooooooo!" she yelled, her shouts of torment and protest filling the small beach cottage. Sally was slipping into hysterical delirium, shocked and over come with grief, writhing about helplessly under the blows from the whip. Her tits were burning with pain, agonizing, gut-wrenching pain!
"Whip her harder!" Johnny shouted. "Give it to the bitch! She deserves a good belting, the cunt!" He stripped off his swim trunks and reached down, rubbing his bails with his cupped hand, hefting his constricted ball-sac as he watched his brother whip the writhing, bound young girl.
Johnny's eyes glazed over with the unmistakable look of lust as he savored the vicious flogging that Billy was giving the girl's quivering tits. "Whip her cunt, Billy! Get the bitch nice and hot! I wanna fuck her pussy!"
Sally couldn't believe what she was hearing. She turned to look at Johnny and was stunned to see that he was busily stroking his prick to a mighty erection. The rope-like veins that ran the length of his cock-stalk were engorged with blood as he pumped his fist up and down, masturbating right in front of the tortured young girl, unashamed, unabashed by the fact that Sally was watching him stroke his prick. In fact, it seemed as though he was enjoying having her watch him rub his prick to erection. What kind of boys were these brothers? Sally wondered. She was totally confused, having never experienced such evil and debauched men before. She hadn't even been fucked before she met Johnny and Billy. Billy had taken her cherry only two weeks before it had hurt like hell, she recalled, when the tip of the boy's prick tore through her cherry, taking her virginity. She had fucked both Johnny and Billy since then, but she had failed to reach a climax – while both boys managed to come in her pussy. And now Billy was whipping her, while Johnny stood by stroking his cock lewdly as he watched his brother abuse her tits. Sally wished she had never even met the two nasty boys.
"Please! Don't whip me any more!" she begged in a high-pitched voice that betrayed her horror and sense of degradation. "Please, I can't stand it! You're going to kill me with that whip!"
Billy's lips curled in a cruel sneer as he looked at her red-thatched pussy which glimmered in the harsh light that came from a singular, overhead light bulb that hung from the ceiling. Sally didn't know what to think. Billy had been rough with her when he had fucked her, but now he had the look of a deranged man. Would he go absolutely insane and damage her tender young body beyond repair? she wondered.
"Listen to me, bitch!" Billy snorted. "I want you to suck my cock, and I refuse to take no for an answer! You understand?" Before she had a chance to answer, he cocked the whip and sent it flying through the air, flailing at her pussy-mound. The whip landed on her cunt and she arched her hips in response as pain shot through her tortured pussy. The pain that welled up in her cunt was excruciating. "Aaaaaeeee!" she screeched, twitching convulsively on the bed, her wrists and ankles aching from the ropes which tore into her flesh every time that she moved. Cunt-juice leaked out of her pussy, and Sally didn't understand this strange reaction to the whipping. How could she possibly get turned on by being cruelly whipped. She glanced down at her tits, which quivered uncontrollably. She looked down in strange fascination at her naked body. Fortunately, the vicious whipping had left no marks on her tanned skin. Then she glanced up at Billy who was tugging off his swim trunks as he leered at her, his face contorted with evil lust. He still held the whip in his fist and he raised it high over his head, bringing it down across her cunt again.
Snap-craaack! She flinched and tightened the muscles in her firm ass-cheeks, trying to draw away from the thrashing whip which slashed into her pussy. The knotted tip of the whip flicked across her cunt which stood up erect and stiff, protruding from her fleshy cunthole sheath. Her clit throbbed and spasmed and she shrieked in terror.