Stan gasped and ran his hands over her whipped ass, stroking the perfect curves that trembled at his touch. Cora moaned and bit at the cushions as his hard hands sent more pulses of pain running out of her ass. But Stan was impatient, and had his cock pushing into the pit of her asscrack at once. He found her shitter entrance and thrust, and his cock fucked right in, his prickhead shoving straight past Cora's ring of ass muscles.
"Uurrrhhh!" Cora gasped, and thrust back at him as he pulled back a little, then fucked his cock right into her ass. She shuddered and moaned, pushing her shitter onto his cock until the thick cock was buried in her guts.
"Fuuuck," Stan said, "this is a well-used ass."
"You better believe it," Vince said as he ran his hands through Jeanette's blonde hair. "Stand up, whore!"
Jeanette knew better than to disobey him. She struggled up and faced her terrible tormentor, her hands still rubbing her nipples, trying to get them to stop throbbing with pain. She saw Cora, with Stan fucking her ass, and Robin, still kneeling in front of Galvin, sucking his cock.
"Bend down and take your ankle bonds off," Vince said.
It was very difficult for Jeanette, but she did as she was told. Her legs stretched painfully as she had to reach to the side. She worked the knots, her leg tendons pulling, her whole body jerking with pain. When she had the one off, it was easier, and she managed to get the second one free quickly. Still, she was out of breath and trying to gasp for air through her sobs as she stood back up and closed her legs.
Vince looked her over.
"You're going to be good," he said. "Just some more work to do. Now take my cock out."
Jeanette sobbed and obeyed, dropping to her knees submissively and reaching for the front of his pants. The size of his cock terrified her, but she allowed her fingers to pull at the zipper, easing it down until she could reach in and grab his prick.
When she felt it, her tenor got worse, because she couldn't even get her fingers fully around the enormous, thick cockshaft. She choked and moaned as she pulled it out, then broke into fresh tears at the sight of the fuckmeat she had to suck.
"Frightened, little whore?" Vince asked.
"It-it's so big!" Jeanette moaned, trying to caress the thick cock in her trembling fingers.
"Well, it's all going down your throat, you little bitch," he said, the solid hunk of cock surging in Jeanette's fingers.
"Oohh, no, please!" Jeanette whispered, closing her eyes and sobbing at the thought of choking on the massive prick.
"Oh, yes. You saw Cora do it, so you'll do it," Vince said.
"No, I can't, I can't!" Jeanette cried. "Please don't make me – please!"
"Come into the bedroom with me or go back over the chair," he said. "I don't mind whipping you until you see the light."
Jeanette fell to the floor, sobbing her heart out. She knew she would die if they put her back over the chair. She simply couldn't take any more pain. But she knew she couldn't take the cock, either. She wept bitterly, knowing there was no way out for her.
"Make your choice," Vince said. "If you don't get up in ten seconds, you're going back over the chair."
He didn't say any more, but Jeanette could feel the count going on in his head. She panicked and struggled up, shaking all over as she stood in front of him.
"Come with me," he said.
Jeanette shivered as she followed him.
Jeanette hid her face, but still saw the amused glance Robin shot at her as she stood up and climbed onto Galvin's legs, taking his cock and shoving it up her sucking cunt with one jab.
"Learn fast, Jeanette!" Robin yelled. "It saves a lot of pain, you stupid fucker!"
Jeanette sobbed and waited as Vince closed the door of her bedroom and turned to face her. He smiled nastily, running the whip through his fingers.
"Undress me," he said.
Jeanette could hear soft moans of lust from the other room as Stan worked his cock deep in Cora's shuddering shitter and Robin bucked up and down on Galvin's cock.
She got Vince's jacket off, then he sat down while she pulled his shoes and socks off. She put them aside and he allowed her to unbutton his shirt, ignoring her sniffles and moans. Finally she got his pants and briefs off, and was confronted with the full enormity of his cock.
Vince stood up, still holding the whip as he looked at Jeanette. "On your back on the bed!"
Jeanette's blonde hair fell over the edge of the bed as she lay there, staring up at him, wondering what horror be was going to inflict on her.
"Pull your legs up, open them and hold your ankles," he said.
Jeanette obeyed, her body shaking with fear and her pulse racing as she sank under the power of the terrible man. She held her ankles above her head, her whipped pussy and ass as open as they could be for him.
Almost casually, he dropped the tail of the whip into the crack of her pussy and drew it slowly over her flesh.
"You've got a choice, you little cunt," he said. "You can hold your ankles and keep your legs open, or you can let go and be tied up and gagged again. And that will be real painful. You're going to learn to obey if I have to beat the crap out of you. Got that?"
Jeanette shivered and moaned as the plaited tail of the whip dragged up over her pussylips, rubbing against her sensitive clit.
"Yes!" she whispered.
"Yes, master," Vince said.
"Yes, master!" she moaned.
"Suck my cock," he said, and slid the rockhard tip of his prick over her lips.
Jeanette sobbed as she flicked her tongue out and tasted the salty pre-cum at the edge of the tiny piss-slit in his cock. She clutched her ankles, hating herself and everybody else for the horror she was in. Vince pushed a little and his enormous cockhead pushed between her lips and into her mouth. She gasped and bucked on the bed, her jaws forced wide by the thick prickhead.
"Suck it like you mean it, whore," he said softly, still dragging the tail of the whip through her legs and letting it drop back down when the final, tiny knot had flicked past her clit. "Take it in and love it, you bitch, like all you wanna do in life is suck cock – or else!"
The whip dropped over her clit harder and Jeanette shivered, knowing the price of failure. She had no real idea of what to do, but she sucked at the cockhead. Her fingers gripped her ankles tightly, expecting another blow of the whip at any time.
"Better, better, but not good enough," he said. "Suck it like you mean it, or your ass and cunt are going to be real sore."
Jeanette moaned in horror and ran her tongue around the thick cockhead filling her mouth, her lips and cheeks sucking on it as if it was a gigantic piece of candy.
The whip dropped across her tits and Jeanette shuddered, shaking as she tried to do better, sucking like a fury at Vince's prick. The curling leather tail rolled across her throbbing flesh, dragging over her nipples, sending echoes of pain running through her body.
"Now you're getting it," Vince said softly. "That's good, suck it, whore, make me feel real good. You fuck up a blow-job, baby, and you'll get it real hard, got that?"
"Mmmmnnn!" Jeanette moaned frantically, the cock jerking around in her mouth.
"Now you take it into your throat," Vince said, thrusting his cock a little harder into her mouth. Then he drew it back and held the massive prickhead at her lips. "I'm being real nice putting you at this angle. Your throat's a straight line, so you can get it in easy. So say thank you."
"Thank you!" Jeanette groaned, then screamed, rolling a little on the bed as the whip spun up and circled. "Thank you, master! Please, don't, master, thank you, master!"
"Hold your ankles," Vince said. "It's one stroke now for forgetting, two strokes the next time. Don't move, or else."
Jeanette shuddered and sobbed, gripping her ankles as she watched the horrible leather lash down between her thighs. It bit in a curling arc over her ass and pussy, sending her leaping as she moaned and tried not to scream with the pain.