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"Iieeeiliuuggh!" she screamed. "Yes, it's yes, yes! Aaahhh!" And with a deep moan, she collapsed, falling across the chair back, her fingers still rolling over her pussy. "Yes, I'll take my clothes off for you!"

Julius stopped the cane and Saul untied Susie's ankles.

Susie rolled over on the chair, rubbing her ass, her dress up over her thighs, her legs trembling. "Ooooh, fuck, that was sooooo good!" she moaned.

She got to her feet and pulled her stockings straight, setting her feet properly in her high heels. Then she pouted and sliding the buttons on heir dress open, right down the front until she reached the hem. She paraded for them, showing her luscious body, the tight cincher that accentuated her waist, the tiny bra that heaved her ripe, thrusting tits up, and the equally tiny panties that they had all seen mere than enough of which she was being whipped.

Slowly, she let the dress slide down her arms, fully revealing the delights underneath. She stepped away from it and tossed it over the sofa. Shamelessly, she stood in the middle of the floor and spread her thighs, sliding her fingers into her panties, rubbing her hot little cunt.

"I gotta get fucked!" she moaned. "Come on, one of you meatheads can give it to me!"

"Really, darling," Julius said with a grin. "So impatient, anybody would think you were a nymphomaniac. You wait until we have seen what my dear aunt has to offer."

He walked over to Corinne while Susie gave a moan of lust and sat in a chair, sliding her legs over the arms and openly rubbing her pussy as she watched.

Julius pulled the rubber strip away from Corinne's mouth and she spat the wet balls out.

"New you've seen what happens to nasty little shits," he said. "So, how about taking your clothes off for us?"

Corinne opened her mouth and screamed, her voice shrill.

Julius raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

"Aaaaggg!" Corinne wept, her head ringing. His hand came back and slapped her again, the back of his hand hurting more than his palm. "No, no, Julius! Stop, please."

His palm came back and slapped her, driving her head hard to the side. She broke into helpless sobs. He hauled her up by the hair and slapped her again, holding her so that the full force of his hand hit her face.

"Stop that!" he snapped.

Corinne stopped screaming and stared up at him, sniffling and sobbing quietly. Her whole face burned and ached.

"You can scream when you're in pain," he said, "but not for this shit. Now, bow about taking your clothes off for us?"

"No, Julius, please, no! I don't care about the money. Please, just let me go!" Corinne sobbed.

"You don't seem to understand," Julius said, leaning close to his sobbing aunt. "You're going to take your clothes off and fuck us all, whatever I have to do. Now, you want it the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Please, Julius, please!" Corinne sobbed.

"Oh good," he said, "I was afraid you'd give in." He reached down and took hold of the sides of Corinne's expensive blouse.

"No!" she wailed.

But he ignored her protests. The remaining buttons of her blouse held for about a second. Then the first one popped and flew off onto the floor. Corinne gave a long sobbing scream, but the next one followed it, and the last.

"Noooo, please, Julius!" Corinne sobbed as he pulled her blouse away, yanking it out of the waistband of her skirt and to the sides. Then he reached far her slip. It had tiny button at the top, and Corinne broke. "Please, don't rip it, please, Julius!"

She struggled against the handcuffs and the collar, but both were far too tight to allow her any movement.

Julius grinned slowly. "Well, maybe. I think we need a woman's touch for this. How about it, Melissa?"

Melissa gave a low chuckle and got up off the sofa. She came over to the shivering Corinne with a stride that seemed full of menace to the bound aunt. Melissa's long legs moved with sensuality and the top of her dress was already partly open, showing the cleavage of her large, luscious tits.

Melissa smiled, and her fingers went to the top of Corinne's slip. She opened the buttons with, no trouble at all, sliding the small pearl buds out of the lacy slip top one by one until they were all open and she could get to the clip of Corinne's bra, right between her tits.

"Ooooh, God!" Corinne whispered as Melissa eased the clasp of her lacy bra open and held the cups loosely over her tits for a moment.

Smiling softly, Melissa worked the bra cups apart, revealing the curves of Corinne's tits to the whole room. She pushed the bra cups behind Corinne's back, while Donald took a grip on her hair and held her tightly to the chair. Finally Melissa forced the sides of Corinne's slip away from her tits and ran her fingers over the tit mounds.

Corinne gave a sob as her breath got shorter with rising horror. She had heard about women like Melissa – those who liked to have sex with other women, but she had never thought she would be forced to face one. While Donald held her hair and the chain to the collar around her neck, Melissa took hold of Corinne's nipples and rolled them in her fingers.

"Wow!" she said softly. "This is a real pair of tits – I mean, look at them!"

"Shit!" Martin gasped as he stared at the twin tit mounds. "You ain't kidding, babe!"

Corinne's tits were as good as the rest of her body: round thrusting globes with large, crinkled nipples and dark areolas. The tit mounds were perfect for her ribcage, and held up with out the support of the bra, pushing out just as proudly.

Melissa slid two of her fingernails on the top and bottom of one of Corinne's nipples. Gazing down at the trembling blonde, she pinched her long, curved nails over Corinne's flesh, sawing them slowly, tightening, cutting into the delicanee nipple.

"Aaaahhh!" Corinne sobbed, her eyes pouring tears as the disgusting woman almost cut her nipple with the pressure of her fingernails.

"Fuuuuck!" Melissa said in her gasping, soft voice. "This is gonna be neat. Come on, Julius, let me do it. I'll blow you for it if you'll pussy-whip me."

"Sure," he said with a lazy grin, "anything to get you warmed up."

"Thank you," Melissa sighed.

She leaned in on Corinne and her soft mouth brushed through Corinne's blonde hair, making the helpless victim jerk with added horror.

"You know," Melissa sighed, flicking her tongue into Corinne's ear, "I spend the whole of my life trying to work out ill love inflicting pain more or getting it." She paused and licked into Corinne's ear again, making Corinne break into helpless sobs. "I figure that if I go on experimenting long enough I might discover the answer. Don't you think that's sensible?"

Corinne gasped and wept, unable to believe she was caught up in this utter horror.

"I said, don't you think that's sensible?" Melissa whispered. And her fingernails were around Corinne's nipple again, tightening, biting into her tit flesh, sawing harder.

"Aaahhh!" Corinne wept. "Stop, please, stop!"

"I said, don't you think that's sensible?" Melissa whispered, sliding her other hand over Corinne's free tit mound, reaching for her nipple while her sharp fingernails bit agony into Corinne's other nipple bud.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesss!" Corinne screamed as the agony assailed her tits. "Anything you say, yesss!"

Melissa smiled in a tight way that filled Corinne with even more dread. She stepped back and unzipped her dress, sliding it down her long curving body in one motion, stepping out of it and tossing it aside. In her dark-gray stockings and tiny matching slip, she walked to the closet and came back with a small handled whip that had a plaited tail about four feet long.

She stood in front of the bound Corinne, her long legs open, her high-heeled shoes accentuating her calves and thighs. The hem of her little gray slip was well above her stocking tops, showing the tight bands of her suspender straps and the creamy white flesh of her thighs. Under the slip her swelling ass pushed out, giving the back of the almost-transparent garment a thrilling, sensual curve. Above that her slim waist was partly concealed by the small folds of the slip, and then her large, heavy tits took over, pushing the slip hanging with melon ripeness in the straining top.