They took her legs and pulled them apart. Jeanette suddenly became aware that her little nightie was rising up over her flesh. She wept and screamed, but she was already helpless, and the gag stopped her from making more than a low moan.
More bonds were put around her ankles. She sobbed, breaking into helpless tears, struggling on the chair back, her ass jerking in shame and horror. They tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair, leaving her imprisoned over the back, helpless.
"Wow," Galvin said, standing back and looking at his victim. "That's some body your sister's got."
"I told you," Vince said, watching from his chair. "Do everything easy, take your time. Now persuade her to do a little cocksucking, or whatever you want. It's almost a pity she isn't dressed better, then she could take it off for us. I always enjoy that."
"She can do that next," Galvin said. "To get us horny again."
"There, now you're thinking," Vince said, and leaned back in the chair.
Instantly, Cora was there, kneeling between his legs, opening her shirt farther and sliding her thrusting tits over his legs.
"Do you want me to make you happy while you watch, darling?" she whispered.
"Yes, but don't make me come," Vince said. "You know what happens when you make me come without permission."
"Mmmmnngg, yesss!" Cora purred, and slid her hand over the front of his pants. "But you have to show that bitch what a really good little slave is, don't you, darling?"
She pulled at the zipper of his pants and it eased down with her expert fingers.
"That's up to you," Vince said, grinning at his sexy little slave.
Jeanette gasped.
Cora reached into Vince's pants and pulled out his cock. It was a monster, ten inches of fuck-meat, as round as Cora's wrist. Jeanette had no idea what the little slave was going to do, but what actually happened nearly made her pass out. Cora licked Vince's massive round cockhead, then slipped her sexy, pouting lips over it, sucking gently on the thick meat.
"Use a rod now," Vince said. "I think they're better to persuade. Good little slaves get what they want."
Cora moaned and nodded with sensual abandon as she worked her mouth slowly over his cockhead, sucking at it gently, her fingers playing with his enormous prickshaft.
"Okay, Vince," Galvin said, "the rod it is."
He picked up a terrible-looking thing. It was about four feet long and so thin it trembled in Galvin's hand. It was made of some kind of black rubber.
"Get ready, whore," Galvin said, and walked behind Jeanette.
"Galvin, think, what did I tell you?" Vince said, running his hand in Cora's dark hair, holding her mouth gently on his thick cock.
"Oh, yeah," Galvin said, and came back round to Jeanette's gagged face. "You see this, whore? You know what I'm gonna train you to do? I'm gonna train you to kiss this and beg for it, whore. Yeah, beg for it."
He laughed and stood up as Jeanette nearly wrenched her arms out of their sockets. She struggled and screamed, but the next thing she felt were Galvin's hard hands running over her ass, moving the hem of the little nightie out of the way. She was getting more and more terrified. Her ass stuck up on the back of the chair as a perfect target, and her panties wouldn't be any protection at all against that terrible rod.
She shuddered and screamed as the rod ran over her tight asscheeks, caressing her flesh, stroking back and forth.
"Yeahhhhh!" Galvin murmured. "This is quite an ass! Gonna enjoy this!"
"Better than mine?" Robin asked. "Come on, tell me."
She strolled up to the chair and brazenly slid her hands down her legs, bending at the waist until her ass stuck up beside Jeanette's. She reached up and pulled her flared skirt over her ass, revealing her white panties and the lacy suspender straps that ran down to her stocking tops.
"Well," Galvin said, sliding his hand over Jeanette's flesh. "I think it would be better than yours, but she's carrying a few extra pounds."
"All that ice cream," Robin said, and stood up again. She went to Galvin and slid her leg up his, working her skirt out of the way. "Please, Mr. Discipline, can I fuck my boyfriend while you whip my sister?"
"Sure," Galvin said, and slid his hand over the front of his tight jeans. "I'll keep going until you tell me to stop, even if she's ready, how about that?"
"Oh, that would be great, Mr. Discipline," Robin said, and went back around to the front of her bound sister. She stood there, grinning at Jeanette as she opened the waist of her skirt and let it fall to the dirty floor. Her fingers opened her blouse just as fast, revealing her little uplift bra that only covered half her lovely tits.
"I'm gonna show you how to fuck, Jeanette," Robin said, grinning as Stan came up behind her and put his arms around her, holding her tits, stroking the twin mounds openly. "You know what Stan's doing now? He's shoving his great big cock into the crack of my ass. I love the feel of a cock in my ass. Ever had one? No, probably not, you almost freaked when Jeff Nutson fucked you, remember that? Well, we're gonna change all that."
She gasped with lust and leaned back against Stan as he slipped the clasp of her bra open and fondled her tits.
Suddenly Jeanette heard a low, menacing whistle behind her. The most terrible agony she had ever known erupted in her ass. She leaped on the chair back, straining against the bonds, her ass throbbing with pain, her scream buried in the gag.
The rod whipped in, beating a second thin line of agony into her flesh. Her muffled scream came out of the gag, her ass trembled and twisted, and her legs shook as the pain rushed all over her.
In her daze of agony, she watched Stan slide Robin's bra off and then reach down, sliding his fingers over the top of her panties. Robin smiled nastily at her sister as that low whistle tensed Jeanette up again and the bound girl lurched, screaming into the gag as agony burst out of her ass once more. Her panties stretched tighter as they were beaten into her flesh with each blow, and one side of them was already frayed from the force of the whipping Galvin delivered. Jeanette saw her sister's panties slide down her legs as Stan undressed her, his eyes on Jeanette's heaving body. At the same time, Cora was continuing her slow suck of Vince's cock, while he watched Jeanette's suffering, sipping his beer and enjoying it all.
"You just nod when you really wanna suck some cock," Galvin said, lashing the rod into Jeanette's ass with even more power. "Just nod, you bitch, and I might stop. Unless your sister wants more for you."
He lashed the bound girl, and Jeanette jerked on the chair back, her head flinging around in her agony.
Jeanette's screams were lost in the gag. Her whole body was burning with agony, but she knew she could never take a cock in her mouth. She would rather die. It was bad enough having to take a cock in her cunt. She'd only done it a few times, and it had always been terrible.
The rod lashed her ass and she jerked helplessly, her entire body erupting with pain. Her ass was crimson, beaten into stripes of thin agony that were slowly melting into each other.
Another blow lashed her ass and she leaped, the agony blurring her vision as she desperately sucked air in through her nose.
"Slow it down, Galvin," Vince said, his eyes never leaving Jeanette. "But make each blow harder. Watch her head, don't let her pass out."
"Sure, Vince," Galvin said. He held the rod up over Jeanette's ass as the bound girl struggled and heaved, waiting for the lash of the rod.
When it came, it seemed twice as bad as before, whipping across her tight asscheeks with sickening force. She wept and collapsed against the chair cushion, her head down. She didn't want to see what was going on, but Galvin gripped her hair and pulled her head up.