"Take those panties off, Janie, will you?" the man asked, and the woman beside him giggled and got up.
As the man continued his slow torture of her thighs, Janie reached over and pulled the lace of Gloria's G-string open so that the tiny, wet panties dropped away to the floor.
"Now spread her legs even more," said the man softly, and Janie reached down and pushed Gloria's thighs wider until she was almost doing the splits and was hanging on the man holding her arms.
"Now her pussy," said the man.
Janie knelt between Gloria's legs and reached up to the lips of her throbbing pussy. Gloria gave a groan of lust as she spread them, showing the deep red of her clit between. Gloria could only look up at the ceiling and moan, but she felt the clamps being taken off her inner thigh and she gasped as she realized what he was going to do.
Simultaneously, both clamps closed on Gloria's pussy lips.
Her scream echoed around the room, and the orgasm she couldn't help burst out of her at the agony of the hard metal pinching and squeezing her soft flesh.
"Fuck me," said the man, puffing on the clamps. "The little whore disobeys you, David, doesn't she? She fuckin' comes when she wants, not when she's told to. You'll have to deal with that, and fast."
Gloria screamed in rising lust as the man worked the clamps over her pussy lips, pushing them into the hard bud of her clit as the orgasm washed over her and she found herself heaving and thrusting in total abandon.
"What a shit," said David as he watched Gloria coming. "Well, you can't say I didn't warn her. Put her over the table."
Gloria screamed as she was taken by several pairs of hands and hustled to the head of the long wooden table.
"Ohhhhh yesssss," she whispered, too ashamed yet to admit to the seething rush of desire that was welling up in her. The clamps were still biting into her pussy lips as they held her and made her watch as they cleared a space on the table.
Then they pushed her face down on the wooden surface. Each brutal push and heave sent the orgasm in her rushing higher, and her moans became obscene as she lay there while they spread her legs and lashed them to the legs of the table. Two of the women pulled on her arms, tying long ropes to them and leaning back, stretching Gloria's arms until they hurt. Then she felt a thick strap being placed across her waist and tightened so that she was pinned and could only struggle in vain.
The orgasm burst in heavier and stronger pulses of lust as Gloria felt hands running over her stretched ass. Then came her moment of total surrender.
David walked to the side of the table where she could see him. In his hand was one of the long thin birches that hurt so agonizingly when he used them.
Gloria gave a scream of lust, and her lips worked as she stared at it. Her tongue slipped out and licked over them, as she watched her master.
He slid the cane over the hard surface of the table, closer and closer to Gloria's face. Her moans were continuous now as she stared at the thin tip scraping the polished oak of the table. The tip came to rest just below her mouth, quivering there as David held it, waiting.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, shit!" Gloria moaned, staring at the thin birch.
"Kiss it," said David softly, and Gloria lowered her mouth and kissed the thin tip of the birch. All around her, the room was utterly quiet as they concentrated on the scene: master and slave, recognizing each other. Gloria slowly licked out her tongue and wet the tip of the birch, kissing it, almost sucking it as if it were a cock.
"So what shall I do with this?" David asked softly, running the birch just less than an inch into Gloria's willing mouth.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh yesssss," Gloria moaned. She knew what she was going to beg for, and she wanted the moment to last forever. Frantically she kissed the birch, feeling the springy wood give under her tongue. "Oh please, please whip me with it! Please whip me with it, I was so bad, coming before you told me to, but I always do that, ohhhh, and I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to punish me really hard, and I'll try to learn, really I will, sir."
Around her, the people gave a moan of lust. One of the women leaned over the table, flipping her skirt up until the man behind her could slip her panties down and ram his great hard cock into her.
"Now that's a better little slave," said David, "but you have a lot to prove yet, my little whore. You have a lot to prove."
"Oh yes, oh yes, I will," Gloria moaned. "Oh, please, sir, please, let me suck a cock, or I'll suck a pussy, anything you say, but please, something, I want something so bad, please!"
She writhed, coming harder and faster with the knowledge that she had finally committed herself. She was a shameless whore, a slave, a nymphomaniac who would do anything to get sex – anything at all.
"Anybody want a blow-job?" David asked. "Shit, yeah!" said one of the men, and a group of them closed in on Gloria.
"Hold it," said David pleasantly. "You'll all get a chance. Now show the lady your cocks and she can choose."
Gloria gave another moan of lust as she watched five of the men unzip their pants and pull their rock-hard cocks out. They were all big, all ready, and she couldn't make up her mind, she wanted all of them at once.
"Ohhhhh God, I don't care!" she screamed. "Oh please, I'll suck them all off, whip me, whip me 'til I've sucked them all please, sir, please!" She groaned and almost collapsed across the table. David laughed. "Let her arms go for the moment, she can use those hands of hers when she sucks."
They let go of the ropes holding Gloria's arms. She pulled her hands back as David walked behind her and screamed with the anticipation of what was to come.
One of the men climbed onto the table, and Gloria took his hard cock and ran her soft lips over it. She felt him tremble at the skillful touch, and he slid it up into her mouth. Slowly, she let her wanton lips open and take his throbbing length in, sucking and licking at his swollen cockhead.
Then the birch whipped into her ass. With a scream of utter lust, Gloria swallowed the cock and let her throat muscles work on it. The birch landed again and she screamed, out of control, feeling her body beating up and down on the table as her ass peaked into the air, reaching for more of the whip. Pain seethed around her body and her mouth sank onto his cock, feeling the hard shaft thrust up at her as the man leaned back and fucked her face. She knew they were watching her get whipped. She could feel it as they stared and jumped at each hard stroke that cut into her soft ass cheeks and sent them jumping for more. She sucked at the cock, and suddenly it was heaving out of control and jets of cum were shooting into her hot mouth. She moaned at the wonderful salty taste, sucking at it, licking around his piss-silt as the hot jism flowed out of it.
David whipped her into an ecstasy she hadn't even known the night before. Nothing except the cock in her mouth and the whip on her ass were real, and she wanted more of it, more of all of it.
She sucked at the spasming cock, demanding more from it, but whatever she did, the stream of white sperm slowed and finally stopped as the man groaned and spent his load. He climbed away, and Gloria gave another moan of dreadful satisfaction as another one was slid between her lips, filling her cheeks with its power.
She knew what she looked like, sucking at the cock, her ass beating for the birch, sending an agony of total lust through her each time the thin wood whipped her. But she didn't care any more. She just wanted it all, and then she realized another wonderful thing.
She could control the men fucking her mouth. She could make them come if she wanted, and hold them up if she didn't. She held the man's shaft, looking up at him as he moaned and watched her ass getting whipped. Playfully, she licked at his cockhead, grinning as more and more uncontrollably lust burst over her and she was screaming constantly, waiting for the birch, then yelling as the agony shot out, carrying messages of lust all over her wanton body.