"I'm sorry, Julius," she said, "but you have the wrong girl. Forget the money – I'm leaving."
"No," he said softly. "You're going to strip for us and fuck everybody here, tonight?"
"Riiiight!" the rest of the men agreed. "Sorry, Julius," said Corinne, "but I'm not going to be a part of your disgusting sex life."
She picked up her purse, put her glass down and started for the door. Donald and Saul blocked her way.
"Please," Corinne said and tried to push past, but they didn't move. "Julius, tell them to let me…"
"I really think you should see what happens to little shits who disobey around here," Julius said.
"Let me go!" Corinne tried to push past Saul. "Sit down. We'll even show you," said Julius, "and then you can see if you want to disobey or not."
Corinne gasped with fright and anger as Saul picked her up, his massive body hardly straining, and sat her forcibly into an upright chair.
"I'll scream," she warned.
"Go ahead," Julius said. "All condos around here belong to us, have a good time."
Corinne started screaming when her arms were pulled behind the chair and handcuffs clicked over her wrists.
"No, stop that!" she yelled as a rope through the cuffs secured her wrists to the lower back of the chair. She was almost helpless. She tried to get to her feet, but Donald grabbed her lovely blonde hair and slid a thick black leather collar around her neck. "What do you think you're doing? Stop or I'll call the police!"
She struggled frantically as Donald attached a large chain to the collar and held her hard to the chair. She broke into sobs, her skirt riding up over her knees, showing more of her legs than was decent.
"Fuck, look at those legs!" Saul gasped and his hand reached down and slid her skirt farther, revealing more of Corinne's curvaceous thighs.
"Patience, Saul," Julius said; "We've got all weekend. Let my aunt show you herself."
Saul grinned. "Sure, Julius."
"Julius, let me go! I'll scream the place down!" Corinne wailed, struggling helplessly against the bonds.
"Now don't be boring," Julius said. "If you scream again, we'll gag you until we're ready for you."
"You wouldn't do that, let me… aaahhh!" Corinne screeched as a set of rubber gag balls were thrust into her mouth. She gagged and heaved, but the rubber strap that held the balls in her mouth was already winding around her head. She stared up at her nephew, who was grinning down at her.
He came up and Corinne saw that there was a horrible bulge in the front of his pants. He slid his hand over the neckline of Corinne's good white blouse, his fingers playing with the buttons.
"You're a real streak of good luck," he said, pulling open the top button of Corinne's blouse. "Susie and Melissa may be the horniest bitches in Illinois, but I was thinking of calling some hookers to back them up. Then you turn up. Isn't that wonderful?"
His fingers opened another button and he could see the lacy top of Corinne's bra. She screamed helplessly into the gag.
"Fuck," he said, "with a face and figure like yours, you should be getting it every night. And you hide away like a fucking nun! Qh, well." He left the sides of Corinne's blouse open and walked away.
Corinne broke into tears at the shame of her bra showing between the open sides of her blouse. But, Donald kept a tight hold on the chain around her neck, and she was utterly helpless.
Julius stood in the middle of the room and chuckles ran through the group.
"Now," he said, "we will show my aunt what happens to little bitches who disobey around here. I must point out to my aunt that Susie refusing to take her clothes off merely shows what a superb actress she is."
There was another chuckle at that and Susie swayed out onto the floor, sliding ha short black dress up her thighs, showing her stocking tops and the delicious curves of her legs. Her sensual, pouting mouth kissed out at the men as she posed, sliding one hand over her dress lop, easing the button at the top open.
"Now, Susie," Julius said, "take that dress off for us."
"Can't," said Susie, pouting harder and leaning forward, allowing the loose dress to fall away from her tits, showing the delicious curves and the little quarter-cup bra that thrust them up even farther than normal.
"If you refuse, you know what happens," Julius threatened.
"Fuck off!" Susie said, and slid close to Saul, working her leg up his thigh, her hand clutching the front of his pants and the enormous cock.
Julius walked over to a closet and flung it open. Corinne nearly passed out. Inside were racks of whips, chains, ropes, black leather clothing of the most disgusting type, and other torture instruments. Julius selected a thin wooden cane and came beck to the center of the room with it.
"Over the chair," he said to Susie.
Susie looked at the cane and gasped, her body shaking with horrible lust. "Fuck off!" she said again.
"Over the chair," Julius said.
Martin and Saul grabbed the blonde, carried her to the back of the large padded chair and flung her face down over it. Susie squealed and moaned, her legs kicking up, showing more of her thighs than ever, until the two men grabbed them and lashed her ankles to the legs of the chair. Martin grabbed her hair when they had finished and held her head down, close to the pillows of the chair seat.
Susie moaned and strained against the bonds around her ankles.
Corinne knew she was going to throw up. The gag balls filled her mouth and the rubber strip forced them almost into her throat as she stared at her nephew, walking around to the back of his struggling girlfriend and easing her dress up over her ass for all the group to see.
Things got worse. Donald held the chain tight so that she had to watch as Julius laid the thin cane across Susie's taut ass cheeks. Susie had a great ass, the swelling cheeks heaving up off the chair back, the lacy straps of her suspenders pulled tight over her creamy flesh. Her little black panties were also stretched tight, and through them Corinne could just see the curly-haired mound of Susie's pussy. That made her even sicker.
"Now watch," Julius said to Corinne. "This is what happens to little whores who refuse to obey."
Corinne choked and stared as he raised the cane, held it for a second and lashed it hard across Susie's ass.
Susie screamed, her body lurching up, her thighs trembling. "Aaahhhh, fuck!"
The cane lashed her again, laying a second thin line of agony across her white skin. She tossed, her hair pulling out of Saul's grasp, her body shaking.
"Aaaghghhh! Yes, yes, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Goood, Julius, yes, yes." The cane cut her tight ass, beating more thin red lines across it. "Uurrgbh, Julius, Julius!" Her had was pushing into then pillows of the chair as she heaved her ass upward.
Saul stepped back and left Susie alone as the cane whiped her ass hard, the sound ringing through the room.
Corinne was getting even sicker. She struggled against the collar, sweat breaking out of her body in rank terror, staring in growing disbelief at what was going on over the chair.
Susie toned wildly to the beat of the cane, her aorta getting deeper and more guttural, her sobs.
And then Corinne saw that the little bitch was pushing her hand into her panties, her fingers working over her pussy, rubbing as the cane landed on her throbbing ass. Her panties were damp at the crotch too, and the stain was spreading.
"Aaahhh, oooughghh!" Susie sobbed. "Ooooh, Julius, do it, do it – ooohhb, yeasssss!"
With a scream of lust she heaved up on the chair back, her body shaking in climax, her fingers blurring on her pussy.
Julius whipped her red, straining ass to the beat of her orgasm, lashing the cane in at the peak of each heave on the chair back. Susie's scream of passion rang around the room as she came, shamelessly rubbing her pussy, her legs straining wider, her ass thrusting up for the agony of the thin cane.