"Stop!" she begged. Her words had no effect on him. The belt continued torturing her flesh. He didn't whip hard enough to cut her skin, but he did keep her writhing in helpless spasms of punishment, lashing the belt carefully over every inch of her body. She flayed against her bindings and begged him to stop. "What more do you want from me?"
"Complete obedience. I want you to do everything I my a noon as I say." His cock stood out in hot erection. His balls slapped back and forth against the insides of his thighs each time he dashed the belt against her flesh. He kept a rhythm going that soon turned her creamy thighs a deep crimson.
Despite her humiliation, Honey felt her flesh burning with a perverse arousal and tingling with erotic sensations that caused her pussy to ooze with hot juices. She felt both ashamed and frightened that she should respond to his sadistic treatment with sensual arousal. But she couldn't top the passion that grew with each cruel blow of the belt.
At last he threw the belt aside and crawled between her legs, his hands caressing her thighs and stroking over her enflamed cunt mound. He spread her pussy and leaned forward to dip his tongue into her slit. She felt his mouth sucking and nursing her pussy lips and drinking the juices dripping down her thighs. His hands soothed over her hot body, touching and fondling the places the belt had previously punished.
She tried to stop the arousal flaring through her flesh, but she was powerless against the demands of her body. She felt her flesh churning with compelling lust and begging for release. As his mouth traveled up her body and covered first one nipple and then the other, she gave herself up to the desire that staged like an electric current through her flesh.
His tongue lathed over her nipples and tits, licking and sucking them until they tingled and surged with need. "Be good to me," she begged. "Oh, yes, that's nice. Lick me. Suck me! Please don't whip me anymore." His tongue felt like a soothing lotion slurping over her skin and bathing away the pain of the belt. She clenched her buttocks and ground her hips up against his cock.
His fingers raked over her tits. He bunched them together and licked over both nipples at the same time. He bit and chewed her flesh until she felt every nerve tingling and churning with feverish need. His cock poked at her pussy. He reached between them and guided his head into her slit. With one hard shove, he forced hi cock to the hilt in her cunt. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," he said, gritting his teeth and grinding his hips even harder into her pussy.
Honey screamed as his mammoth cock tore into her pussy and tunneled up her body. She felt her cunt stretching to meet his massive cock. His cockhead slammed against her cervix as he dug his fingers into her buttocks and began kneading her flesh. He fucked into her pussy with hard, vicious strokes that soon brought her to the very brink of orgasm.
As her arousal surged and grew with each stroke of his cock, Honey tried to maintain her anger at him, but somehow the feeling dissolved with her hot arousal. Each stroke of his cock into her cunt caused her to seethe with need. She wanted his cock ramming in and out of her cunt forever. "Don't stop," she said. "I love it! Oh, your cock feels so good in my pussy. It's so big and hot. I love it!"
As soon as she stopped talking, he stopped fucking his cock into her cunt. He looked at her and smiled sadistically. "In that case, you can't have it." He pulled his cock from her dripping cunt. "You don't deserve what you want yet I'm going to have to punish you some more." He untied the straps binding her wrists and ankles to the bed. Pulling her from the bed, he dragged her across the carpet and out the room.
Jay was not in the living room when Greg tied Honey's hands together above her head and strung her to a hook in the center of the ceiling. He tightened the strap until only the tips of her toes could barely touch the floor. She swung helplessly, feeling the leather cutting into her wrists. He left the room and returned a moment later with Jay. "I want you to watch," he told Jay. "Honey is going to be punished for fucking you."
Jay flopped on the couch and looked at Honey as though he had been called in to referee a fight. "Good," he said. "She needs to be punished. She practically raped me." He laughed at his joke.
"Liar!" Honey cried. "You raped me!" Frantically, she jerked and pulled at the strap, but she was helpless to defend herself. She twisted in a slow circle as her toes dug at the floor in an attempt to ease the strain on her wrists. "I didn't want to make love with you. You forced me and you know it." She looked at Greg, her eyes pleading with him to believe her, but she could tell he really didn't care one way or the other. What he wanted was to torture her. He enjoyed humiliating and punishing her.
Using the same black belt he had used in the bedroom, Greg began lashing her flesh. The belt hissed through the air. Crack! It kissed against her buttocks and forced her to spin half way around. Crack! The leather bit into her tits. She cried out for mercy, but her begging only aroused Greg to increase his effort. She felt her flesh being punished with savage strokes that perversely caused her arousal to flare as eagerly as Greg's.
She tried to hide the face that she responded with need, but the moans that came from her throat were obvious cries of pain and pleasure. What was wrong with her that she should respond erotically to such sadistic treatment? She hated herself and she hated Greg, but as her passion continued with each vicious whip of the leather, she wanted it to continue. Somehow, she felt the whipping made it all right to enjoy the passion pulsing through her body.
Greg whipped her with a rhythm that soon covered every inch of her flesh. She felt her skin burning with flushed excitement. She writhed and twisted under the lashing. Her tits danced and flayed from side to side. She felt her cunt juices dripping down her thighs. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted Greg's huge cock buried in her pussy. She wanted to feel his big cock thrusting and plowing in and out of her cunt with hard, eager plunges.
She didn't get what she wanted. When Greg tired of whipping her, he handed the belt to Jay. "You are the wounded party," he said. "You whip her. And remember, she needs to learn her place so don't be easy on her." Smiling, he sat on the couch and watched.
Honey tensed herself for what she knew would not be an easy whipping. Crack! The first lash took her breath away as the leather cut across the backs of her thighs. Crack! Crack! Jay worked carefully over her body, whipping her methodically so he didn't miss any spots. She felt the belt enflaming her skin from her feet to her shoulders. He paid more attention to her tits and her buttocks than the rest, but before he was through, she had tasted the kiss of the belt everywhere.
When Jay finished whipping her, he examined her flesh as though checking to insure he had done a good enough job. His fingers traced the criss-crossed pattern of the belt. He stood behind her and cupped her tits in his palms, hefting them and massaging them against her chest. He pinched and twisted her nipples, further enflaming her arousal. He stroked down her stomach and ran his fingers through her blonde pubic hair.
Honey felt his cock poking between her buttocks like a hard club. Pressing his cockhead into her ass crack, he stoked up and down her cleavage. She felt his swollen nob poking against her anus and sliding forward over her ass crack and across her pussy lips. His cock felt hot and slick stroking against her flesh.
"How would you like my cock up your ass?" he taunted, spreading her cheeks with his fingers and guiding his nob back to her anus. He stabbed against her sphincter. "I'm going to drive my cock all the way up your ass." As his nob pushed against her ass, he circled her hips with his fingers and pulled her savagely back against his plunging cock.