She cried out into her gag. Her pretty eyes watered with the sting of the blows, silently pleading with John to stop slicing the hard whip into her soft skin.
But the look on the man's face told her that it was no use. She fought for as long as they let her remain free to do so. It turned Wellington on.
The whip slashed into her upraised palms, stinging worse than she could imagine. One lash caught her left breast along the outer slope, and made her gasp with the burning pain.
"Fucking bitches!" Wellington cursed them. He was licking his lips over and over as he laid the whip into Lynn's flesh, striking her anywhere and everywhere.
Lynn was impaled on the saddle, and she couldn't twist away far or fast enough to stop the blows from raining down against her bare back and shoulders.
It stung like fire. Each sharp sting left a quickly thickening red welt on her beautiful skin. She twitched and jumped.
"Fucking bitches!" John Wellington shouted at both of them. He lowered his aim again and began slicing Patty's bare ass cheeks and the backs of her black-stockinged thighs.
The nylon quickly split open where the hard blows connected, leaving painful welts on her thighs and ass.
Patty tried to crawl away from the storm of blows. But Lynn was too heavy now, and her arms gave out. Patty crashed to the floor with a loud grunt and a sharp cry. The air was crushed from her lungs in one fell swoop.
Lynn's legs were forced high into the air when her juice-filled twat smashed down onto the floor. The cock seemed to drive into her stomach, it went in so fucking deep.
She cried out. Wellington could strike her back hard and fast now, while she tried to pull her cunt off the slimy leather dork up her snatch hole.
She shrieked with each new blow, but pulled and twisted her lower body until she unscrewed her box from the prick. It came out of her fuck hole with a loud sucking pop, and the young woman threw herself as far away from Patty's shaking body as she could.
Lynn lay there on the floor, her cunt hole gushing hot juice. Long thick puddles of the girl's gooey juices were stretched out and thinned across the floor between the saddle and Lynn's sopping wet cunt hole.
She threw herself over onto her back, feeling the burning welts rub against the floor. Her legs fell open. She was too exhausted to move. If John came at her with the whip now, she would let him strip off every inch of her skin before she could move even one fucking muscle to protect herself!
But John was busy with Patty.
"Come, you little fucker!" he growled. The whip went high above his head, then sliced downward to land on Patty's welted ass.
She jerked at the force of the blow.
She whimpered into her gag. Suddenly she got her knees under her body and threw herself forward, away from the slashing whip. John laughed and took a single step after her. He struck at the girl's lower legs. The whip cut the nylon again, down over the woman's calves.
Patty shrieked into her bit. She lifted her upper body. Her arms were shaking so badly from the strain that she barely made it. She was determined to show Wellington that she could take any shit he could deal out. She got herself positioned back up on her hands and knees, and held her body stiff and ready in her ponygirl pose. She tightened her bare ass, expecting the blows to continue, harder than ever.
But they stopped!
Patty crouched there, waiting, breathing hard and fast around the hard bit between her teeth. God, did she hurt! And she was so fucking close to coming she couldn't stand it. Her cunt hole was on fire.
"You motherfucking little bitch whore!" Wellington growled at her. He stood over her, amazed at the young woman's ability to hold herself still, even after all those stinging blows.
John tossed the whip onto his chair. He stepped up beside Patty and knelt down. Quickly, he unscrewed the leather cock from its saddle mount.
He held it for a moment under Patty's nose to let her get a good sniff of Lynn's juices.
The smell made Patty's cunt sizzle. She humped her cunt down in the air, fucking nothing but air in her terrible horniness.
John looked at Don for a second, then moved backward. He crouched behind Patty's out-thrust bare ass. He lowered the huge wet head of the leather dildo down between Patty's sweaty thighs, and pressed it inward against her swollen, soaked cunt lips.
Patty cried out.
She ground her pussy lips backward onto the false dork. She wanted it so fucking bad. She had to have it.
Now!
John suddenly jammed the whole length of the wide fuck rod into Patty's liquid-filled twat. As big as it was, she split open easily around the fat dork, and her cunt walls sucked it deep up her love tube, clamping it tightly into place.
Patty moaned with deep satisfaction as she felt the huge prick slide all the way home inside her hot hole.
She lowered her head to the floor and raised her ass high, so John could work the fuck pole in and out of her pussy hole. He yanked it out, then jammed it back in, mashing the fat head into the depths of her spuming pussy.
Patty grunted as she felt it poke her deep inside. She loved it. She clenched at the huge thing with her thighs, and humped her hot wet clit against it.
Four deep thrusts and she felt the first hard soul-bursting wave of orgasm blast over her. She gave out a long loud moan of pleasure as her clit tingled hotly and her cunt gushed juice, a rich thick flood strewing down her quivering thighs.
She began trembling hard. She slipped over onto her side and arched her back so that she could roll over onto her back, the saddle keeping her tummy and big breasts high in the air. She threw her long, stockinged legs wide apart and arched her fuck hole high.
John kept ramming the dork in and out of her girl's gushing snatch. Patty writhed and twitched on the floor, arched over the saddle. The straps that held the saddle to her body cut deep into her belly and chest. Her bare breasts jiggled wildly. Her nipples poked up hard and high above the wet mounds of her breasts.
Wellington fucked her tight wet twat hole body with his leather cock. Patty's pussy smeared the thing with her juice, gushing an endless stream of sweet-smelling fluid onto it.
Her juices flowed out of her pussy and matted the tightly curled cunt hair of her swollen snatch mound. John pistoned the dork deep, then yanked it out viciously, over and over and over.
Patty pumped her cunt high, damped her thighs tightly around it, and kicked at John's hands. He let go. Patty cried and humped the hard cock within her hole as she spurted her last sprays of hot juice.
And she fell back to the floor, totally spent and completely exhausted.
The leather dark slipped halfway out of her pussy and lay still, glistening with the juice of both young women.
John Wellington had worked up a bit of a sweat himself. He stood up, his cock sticking out straight from his crotch as he moved back to his chair. He picked up his whip and sat down.
He looked both women over.
Lynn was breathing easy now. She was looking at him.
He looked over at Harry. "Blind her again, Harry. She thinks she's hot shit!"
Lynn gulped at the words she heard. She closed her eyes as Harry knelt beside her to close the eyeflaps of her hood. Just before the flaps came down, she jerked her eyes open, and in that instant John gave her a wink.
Blackness closed down over her again, but she was satisfied.
"Chain them both up, gentlemen."
Wellington watched as Don and Harry took their young ladies and helped them over to the far wall. Don removed the saddle from Patty's slender body, then helped her to her feet. He stripped the torn stockings down her legs and off her feet. He kissed a few of the harsher welts. Patty twitched at the touch of his cool lips on her burning flesh.
But he left the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He hooked her wrist cuffs to a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Except for her cuffs and her bit and blindfold, Patty was naked.