"Noooo!" Doris yelped. "Please, trust me! I won't do anything to harm you! I beg of you! Let me go!"
Jerry slapped her face and dragged the weeping girl to the corner of the room. He tied her wrists tightly with rope and spread-eagled her, face up. The ropes were attached to the legs of the couch. Her wrists ached. She stared up at Congressman Barth, wondering what he was planning to do next.
The Congressman sneered at her and opened the satchel at his feet, producing a small, thin, leather whip. He flexed the whip, testing its resiliency and flexibility. A wicked and depraved glint was in the man's eyes, and he appeared to be lost in another world, "Nice tits!" he shouted. He raised the small whip high in the air and brought it slashing through the air, striking her left tit. Then, he whipped her other tit in the same manner.
"Owwwwwww! Good God! What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily. "What sort of man are you, anyway?"
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The Congressman seemed to enjoy whipping her taut, upthrust tits. He leered at her lecherously and whipped her tits again and again, his eyes flashing his demented lust. She shrieked and wailed! Tears streamed down her face!
"Yeah, you've got a nice ripe young body!" Congressman Barth exclaimed as the whip whistled through the air again and struck her raw tits. Then, he turned his attention to her pussy-mound. "Pretty cunt, too!"
The next thing she felt was the tip of the leather whip flicking across her cunt-lips, tickling her pussy. Her clit stuck up, erect and blood-engorged in response to the whip. She couldn't understand her instinctive response to the rude abuse that Congressman Barth was so delightedly meting out. Her clothes were soon ripped to shreds. Jerry stepped in to pull all of her garments off, leaving her totally exposed – naked and at the Congressman's mercy.
"Let's see how the uppity little bitch likes this!" the Congressman said, sneering wickedly. He bent down and spread her thighs far apart. Then, laughing sadistically, he pressed the tip of the leather whip between her pussy-lips. "Yeah, let's see how the little slut likes being fucked by a whip!"
The tortured teen-ager whimpered and wept as she felt the leather whip penetrating her tight, young cunt. It was grotesque to be treated this way! She felt as though she were a mere plaything for the wicked Congressman and his henchman, Jerry.
She writhed about, pulling her hips back in a desperate attempt to escape the whip that the Congressman seemed intent on embedding in her pussy. She had never known that people could behave in such kinky, cruel and demented ways. Doris realized that she had a lot to learn about people.
Her skin shivered with goosebumps as she felt the whip flicking crudely across her glistening pussy-lips. Her cunt was getting all lathered up – and she couldn't understand why!
"Give it to her good, Congressman. Shove that whip up her pussy. Let her know that you mean business, bass!" Jerry said, moving closer to get a good look at the tortured girl's young pussy.
"But, you can't do that!" she protested loudly, her shrill voice filling the room. "You'll hurt me! Please, you'll tear me to shreds!"
"We'll see about that, bitch!" Congressman Barth hissed. He gripped the handle of the whip tightly and rudely shoved it into her cunt. "You fucking cunt! Let's see how you like having your pussy reamed out by a leather whip!" He inched the whip into her cunt, smiling wickedly.
Jerry looked on with great interest, grinning lewdly. His hand slipped between his legs as he watched the Congressman shove the whip slowly into Doris' cunt. "Hey, boss, look at her pussy. It's getting wet! Ha! Ha! The bitch is starting to get hot. Fuck! She's getting all juiced up from that whip."
"Yeah, I think we've got a hot one. I'm glad I decided to bring her here. I didn't get enough of the little bitch in the park today. But, now she's all mine, to use and abuse in any way I like. Yeah, she's a hot number all right, and I'm gonna break her pussy in real good."
"Ha! Ha! You screams are music to my ears, little darling, I love torturing sweet young girls like you!" The Congressman kept at it, shoving the whip in and out of her tight, juicy clit. "Hey," he said as he pulled the whip out of her pussy. "Look at this whip. It's all wet from your cunt-juice, bitch. Here, look for yourself!" He held the whip out, sticking the tip of the whip under her nose. "Smell it, Doris? It's your cunt-juice, bitch. Take a sniff and see what your cunt smells like!"
"No I won't," she said, turning her head away. "Jury, go into my satchel and get out the nipple clamps. The little bitch doesn't want to cooperate, but we'll make her," the Congressman instructed his henchman.
"You bet, boss," Jerry said as he went to the satchel and began rummaging around in it.
"What do you mean? What are nipple clamps?" she asked weakly. She had no idea what the Congressman was talking about. Nipple clamps? Good heavens. Whatever they were, she knew that they would hurt.
"Sniff the tip of the whip, slut! I want you to smell your pussy-juice!" the Congressman said.
"All right! All right! I'll do whatever you say! I promise!" She sniffed her cunt-juice from the tip of the whip. It didn't smell bad, she thought, but it sure was humiliating to have to smell her own pussy-nectar.
"Now, lick the tip of the whip. I want you to taste your cunt-juice!" the man commanded.
Doris pursed her lips, but the man bent down and pried her mouth open with his thumb and forefinger. He rammed the tip of the whip, coated with her cunt-juice, deep into her mouth. He laughed sadistically as he swirled the cunt-juice drenched whip around in her mouth. "That's a good girl! You're learning fast, cunt!"
She tasted the curds of cunt-juice on the tip of the whip her pussy-juice was slick and sticky.
Jerry moved in close and knelt down beside the tormented young girl. "Here are the nipple clamps, boss. You want me to put them on her now?"
"Yeah, let's see how she likes having her nipples pinched by the clamps." Congressman said cruelly.
Chills ran up and down her spine as she caught sight of the steel, alligator clamps that Jerry held in his hands. She found it difficult to believe that these evil men were actually planning to clamp those things down on her nipples. She knew that the pain would be excruciating. Her nipples became erect and hard as she looked at the crude nipple clamps. She writhed about, her wrists chafing as the ropes which bound her dug into her tender flesh. It was useless to struggle. She was bound too tightly. Indeed, everytime that she tried to jerk free of her bonds, they seemed to cut tighter and hurt even more. The ropes bit into her wrists terribly, sending soaring pain through her arms.
Jerry bent down and, grinning broadly, sneering sadistically, he grabbed her tit in his fingers, pinching her tit-bud and affixed the nipple clamp.
"Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!" she wailed as the pain from the nipple clamp shot through her tortured tit. She recoiled in horror, jerking and writhing about on the floor, the ropes which bound her digging hard into her flesh. Unbelievable pain tore through her tit. She hardly had a chance to take a breath when Jerry affixed another clamp to her other tit-bud. "Aaaaaiiiieee!" she screamed again. She looked down at her tortured, clamped nipples, pinched painfully by the steel alligator clamps. Her tits were racked with horrid pain, and she felt repulsed and abused. She was living a nightmare! Her legs quivered and shook; her arms rippled with uncontrollable spasms. Her clit throbbed, but the wicked pair of sadistic tormentors were not about to quit torturing her naked young body!
Congressman Barth pumped the whip hard and fast into her cunt, raking the whip across her clit deliberately. Cunt-juice churned in her cunt and she writhed about in torment. The men didn't care in the slightest about her pain and discomfort in fact, from the demented looks on their faces, they appeared to enjoy every excruciating moment of her torment. They sneered wickedly at her as she jerked and writhed about on the floor beneath them.