Cherie urged his still rock-hard cock back into her mouth, trying to get every drop of jism she could.
"Ohhh, that's nice, you're a real good girl," he crooned as his cockhead was cleaned of the sticky fizz.
"Ohhh, you wait, fucker," Cherie promised. "I'll make you want me more than that little stuck-up whore."
She pushed the last gobs of cum into her mouth and he let her legs go. She lowered them slowly, keeping her mouth over his cock until he pulled away, leaving her moaning with passion, her fingers, deep in her shamelessly wet panties.
Lance stuck his cock back into his jeans and strolled over to where Natalie moaned on the ropes, her hands clutching at the bonds, tears running down her face. Roxanne kept her pussy rubbing over Natalie's ass while her fingers still rubbed and squeezed the bound girl's tits.
"Well, you like a little lezzy action too, huh?" Lance asked, his hands on his hips, watching the scene. "Hey, Zane, you're fuckin' wife's being a whore again."
"Bring her here," Zane said easily. "I know what she needs."
"You heard," Lance said to Roxanne. "I wanna work on this delicious piece of ass."
"Ohhh come on, Lance," Roxanne moaned. "I'll come if I keep this up a bit more."
"Over," Lance said.
"Ohhh no," Roxanne gasped. Her pussy ground as hard as it could into Natalie's ass and her fingers tightened on Natalie's nipples, until the helpless blonde screamed in pain.
Almost lazily, Lance reached out and took a handful of Roxanne's hair. Slowly he pulled, heaving Roxanne off Natalie's struggling body.
"You shit!" Roxanne screamed. "I wanna…"
"Zane, leave me alone, shit."
Lance kept the slow pressure up, tearing Roxanne away from Natalie, until she struggled on the end of his arm, her fists beating out at him.
"I'll kill you!" she snarled. "You oversexed jerk."
Lance just laughed and twisted her, hair harder, pushing her downward until she was bent almost double.
Roxanne twisted as hard as she could in his steel grasp.
Lance led her across the room to where Zane sprawled in his chair, sipping his beer. Lance pushed her to her knees between his legs, the dark-haired woman screaming with rage as she was forced down.
"Thanks, Son," said Zane. "She's gettin' to be a real pain in the ass, sometimes. But we can handle it. Strip!" he snapped at Roxanne.
"You bastard," Roxanne snarled, but she didn't try to defy him.
Slowly she reached for her tank top and slid it up, revealing her full, heavy tits. They swung on her rib cage as she pulled the top over her head and threw it away.
"Jeans." Zane took another drink of beer. "Hey, Matt," Cherie grabbed him as he passed. "Come on, I wanna fuck."
"Later, whore. We're gonna watch the show. If you're a good girl you can sit on my cock, okay?"
"Ooooh yeah, Matt!" Cherie swung off the table.
She made no attempt to pull her top back over her tits, in fact she eased it right under her tight thrusting globes, showing them off to the best advantage. She walked over to Natalie, her hips swaying, her hands playing with the front of her tiny little denim skirt. Grinning all over her face, she flopped into a chair and threw her legs open again, her finger playing with the sopping wet crotch of her panties.
"Okay." Lance came up to the moaning, struggling Natalie. Behind him Matt leaned on the table, his arms crossed, his cock thrusting at the front of his jeans.
"Wouldn't you love to get up on that table and strip for us?" Lance said softly to Natalie, his hands playing with the next button of her dress.
"No, never!" Natalie sobbed. "Never, whatever you do to me, I won't do it!"
She heaved at the ropes, but they didn't break.
"If you were a real man, you'd let me go. You're just a coward, like the rest of them, having to tie me up. Coward!" she screamed in his amused face.
"Sure." He went over to the wall and slipped the rope free.
Natalie almost collapsed to her knees as the rope fell. She grabbed at the bands, but he was there. He took them and undid them, his disgustingly handsome face smiling all the time. He stood while she massaged the circulation back into her hands.
"Now," he said, "wouldn't you love to strip for us?"
"You coward!" Natalie screamed, and lunged at him.
She bit him with her fists, pounding his chest while he stood there, looking amused at her attempts to hurt him. In a fury Natalie slapped his face, slapped him again and again while he stood, his head hardly moving as her tiny hands hit him.
Suddenly Natalie collapsed, weeping against him, her body wracked with sobs. Her head spun and she had no idea what she was doing or why.
"Now, it's my turn, and you've been a real little bitch." Effortlessly he held her and grabbed her arms again. "I like that rope, we'll use it again."
"No!" Natalie walled, struggling in his merciless hands.
He took her wrists and held them in one of his hands while he wrapped the bonds around them again, tying her hands very tightly together. Then he slipped the hook through once more and nodded to Matt, who heaved the sobbing Natalie up again.
"You beast!" she sobbed, her body helpless with horror.
But there was more. Standing very close to her, he pushed her feet apart with his, forcing her legs open, until the tendons on the inside of her thighs ached with the strain.
"What are you doing?" Natalie screamed as she watched her stockings wrinkle in the straps being slipped around her ankles.
Lance still stood close as Cherie and Matt tied Natalie's ankles to two small ring bolts, in the kitchen floor.
"You beasts!" Natalie sobbed as she hung there, her arms and legs straining, with the pressure running all over her body.
When she was secure, Lance grinned and walked away into the next room.
"Ooooh, come on, Matt, stick it up me!" Cherie gasped, grabbing for him. "I wanna come while I watch."
"Shit!" he yelled. "You're fuckin' impossible. If you make me come before I tell you, whore, you know what to expect."
"Promise?" Cherie cooed, running her hand over the front of his jeans.
"Get on with it!" he snapped.
In a desperation of lust, Cherie dropped to her knees and undid his belt, then his zipper and pushed him back into one of the easy chairs. She leapt up, pulled his boots off with frantic haste, then his socks and jeans, revealing his thick hard cock – another monster, as far as Natalie could see.
The horny little nympho tore her panties off and scrambled up onto Matt's cock, leaving her tiny denim skirt on in her haste. For a second she held the stiff prick at the streaming wet entrance to her cunt, then slid down onto it, with a moan of abandoned lust, her body shaking with passion.
"Oooh, that's so good!" she gasped. "Ohhh, I wanna fuck your cock so bad!"
She gasped and moaned, tossing up and down on the rock-hard cock, moaning and pinching her tits.
Natalie was disgusted enough by that, but what she saw next sent her into paroxysms of fear.
Lance came back into the room. As he passed Zane, he handed him a couple of small things, but that wasn't what made Natalie tremble in tenor.
In his hand was a cane. It was about four feet long and so thin, it trembled with every movement. It was made of rubber or plastic, Natalie couldn't see which, but it didn't matter. It was going to be used on her, and she almost fainted.
Lance grinned at her, tapping the cane in his hand.
"See this?" he said easily. "Here, look." He drew the horrible thing close to Natalie's staring eyes. "It's real hard and real springy, know what that feels like?"
Natalie could feel the horrible depraved lust in his voice as he spoke. She sobbed and gasped, her body shaking with fear.
"Hey, come on, Lance, whip the little shit, I'm gonna come!" Cherie yelled. "I wanna hear her scream!"
"Wait, you bitch!" snapped Lance. He smiled at Natalie. "Always wants everything yesterday. But then, that's these hicks for you. We understand, don't we – we're sophisticated, from the city."