"No," said David suddenly, "that can come later. Put her on the bench."
He almost threw Alva off his stiff cock and got up as Jim grabbed Gloria and hustled her over to the padded bench.
"Oh no, please, don't tie me up, please!" Gloria cried, but it was no use. She wept as she was pushed down on her back, and straps were swung over her body above and below her tits. Then her legs were bent right back, over her head until they were almost at her ears and spread by the two girls. Finally, Jim lashed ropes around her ankles and fled the ropes to bolts in the floor.
"We're leaving your hands free," said David with a grin, "unless you misuse them, of course. Now let's see how much of Jim's cock you can take."
Gloria struggled against the ropes, but there was more excitement building in her, and each pull of the leather across her body and the tug of the ropes sent quivers of lust over her. She stared, her head thrown back over the edge of the bench, her long blonde hair falling almost to the floor, as Jim came up and stood in front of her face. Mandy knelt and slid his cock out, giving it a fast suck before she let him advance on Gloria and slide it between her lips.
Inch by inch, the long fuckrod sank into Gloria's mouth. Her lips stretched to take it and she moaned as the vast bulk filled her and she sucked at it, knowing that sooner, or later she was going to get all that thick white cream down her throat. The thought made her body thrust up against the straps and give a helpless moan of lust. Jim's cock ran in and came to her throat, pushing in that inch or so, and then coming up against the resistance of her throat muscles. Jim held it there, working it slowly in and out, while Gloria reached up and back to hold his balls and run them slowly through her hands.
Her head was whirling with the emotions that tore through her. She was utterly ashamed that she should allow this to happen, and, even more, she was ashamed that she kept coming helplessly at the punishment they gave her. Perhaps she deserved it. Perhaps that was it, they punished her for being such a little whore. She couldn't work it out, and moaned again, her body twisting on the bench.
"Not bad," said David. "Now take more of it."
Gloria gagged, and felt Jim push his cock at her throat muscles, but she had been right, it wouldn't go any further.
"Hmmmm," said David. "All right, so that's where we have to start from."
Gloria had a good idea of what he meant, and she tensed at the expectation. Jim slowly worked his fuckrod in and out of her lips, leaning in closer each time, forcing the reluctant knot of her throat muscles.
Then she heard the swish, and the terrible, wonderful pain burst out of her ass again. Her scream was muffled on Jim's cockmeat and her body thrust up as the whip was drawn back. Gloria leapt higher and screamed even higher as the singe strand of leather slashed across her ass again. It sent the echoes of lust surging into her and her shame deepened as she realized her ass was up, begging for more of the pain, and her hands were tightening around Jim's balls as she sucked at his cock.
"Shit," Jim gasped. "This little whore sucks like a vacuum tube! Jesus, I'm – gonna come!"
He leaned in on the struggling Gloria, heaving his cock frantically into her mouth.
"Get it all in first, you stupid fucker!" David snapped. "Or we'll have to do it all over again."
"Jesus! Fuck!" Jim gasped. "I ain't been sucked like this before!"
David lashed the whip harder and faster into the struggling widow. She responded by going crazy as she had done that morning, her mouth sucking frantically, and her hips leaping up to get as much of the hard leather as she could. Jim's cock in her mouth was sinking farther in as the cum began to spurt out of his piss slit and into Gloria's throat.
That was all she needed. With a moan of utter satisfaction, Gloria took the last inch of Jim's twelve inches of spurting cock, and her tongue licked out and over his balls as she still ran her hot fingers over them. Thick wads of cum were pumping into her throat, and Gloria was almost disappointed that she couldn't taste it, that gooey, salty taste she wanted so much.
Her ass was beating upward, lunging for the whip as it crashed down and fueled her orgasm. Jim's cum filled her throat and backed up into her mouth, where she licked and ran it over her tongue, tasting it, swallowing as be pumped.
David whipped his slave as Jim shot more and more cum out and spots of it squeezed out of Gloria's hot lips and ran down her cheeks and into her blonde hair. Her hands still worked Jim's balls, demanding all the white jizz she could take, and her ass circled, still wanting more pain to spur her on. She wanted cocks in every fuck hole, filling her, spurting endless gobs of cum, just for her. On and on, she moaned and sucked as her climax burst out a new with each lash of the thin whip.
Jim bellowed as his hips ran out of control into her face, and his cock spurted its helpless jets of cum until there was nothing left but slow gobs of it, pushing out of his cock and into Gloria's hot mouth.
David gave Gloria one last lash of the whip and Jim slowly eased his cock back until it was just at Gloria's lips and she could lick and suck the last drops from it. She appeared to be delirious as she held the still-hard fuckrod and let her wanton lips rove over the cockhead, and her tongue slurp up the last drops of sperm.
"There now," said David, "wasn't that wonderful?"
Gloria wouldn't answer. She just held Jim's cock and licked it, her eyes closed, tears running out of them as she understood how easy it was to get her to betray herself. With the whip, they could send her into a world of depravity and lust where she would do anything for the satisfaction she desired.
"I said," said David, "wasn't that wonderful?"
"Oh please, no, don't make me, please!" Gloria moaned, her body thrashing on the bench, her whipped ass beating up and down irregularly.
David leaned down over her, his hands cm her nipples, his voice cold and hard. "Listen up, shit, you're gonna confess what a slut you are. Now, wasn't that wonderful?"
Gloria moaned and twisted on the bench, her eyes glazed, her mouth working as her hands clutched for David's cock.
"What the fuck's wrong with the slut?" David demanded, and he twisted Gloria's nipples, getting a high-pitched scream from his captive as her legs heaved against the ropes and she struggled violently.
David leaned in on Gloria, his mouth close to her ear.
"Confession is good for the soul," he whispered.
Both his hands gently rolled Gloria's nipples, softly, but with that dreadful threat behind them.
"Now, wasn't that wonderful?" he asked, his mouth just forming the words at Gloria's ear. "Answer me, slut, answer me, you little whore!"
Gloria struggled, her arms running over David's thighs, reaching for his cock, her legs straining against the ropes. She found David's rock-hard fuckrod and gripped it, sliding her hands along the thick, pole-like length. Whatever he did, however many times he came, he would still have his cock hard, and Gloria found herself moaning and panting at the realization that he could give her all the lust and satisfaction she wanted. Blindly, she tried to pull him to her mouth, but he stayed back, squeezing her nipples harder until she was spasming on the bench with another eruption of orgasm.
"Oh God!" she suddenly screamed. "Oh God, oh God, ohhhh!"
Her hands clasped David's cock and her nipples trembled as he wrung them brutally between his fingers. David started to laugh, his merriment rising as he worked Gloria's nipples into a frenzy.
"All right, my love," he said with a grin. "You won't confess it yet. But tomorrow night, you'll beg, tomorrow night, you'll confess it, even to yourself. Take her away," he ordered.
Gloria screamed as the cruel stimulation was taken away. Her body shook and she pleaded, her words incoherent as Jim and the two maids untied her. But David just laughed.