The three kids fucked on the bed, Dustin rammed his cock in and out of Eileen's hot fuckhole while she sucked at her friend's cunt, making Nichole gasp. Nichole crossed her legs over Eileen's back, pulling her in as they both surged up to climax.
"Fuck, you look better all the time!" William laughed, pulling the sides of Mirabelle's dress open even farther. "How do ya feel about stripping for me?"
Mirabelle shook her head adamantly. "How about you and me take a bet?" His eyes looked vicious as he fixed his gaze on her. "I can make you beg to strip before Dustin comes, how about that?"
Mirabelle had a headache from the way she was shaking her head.
William laughed. "If you win, you can go, okay? If I win, you blow me. You suck my cock, right?"
Mirabelle screamed into the gag, still shaking her head. Nothing could make her do something as disgusting as suck a cock.
William moved fast.
Mirabelle twisted in the chair as he ripped her slip down, then reached for her bra.
Her terror and disgust brought out a cold sweat alt over her body as William put one foot on the edge of the chair, right between her thighs and tugged at her bra.
She lurched forward as he heaved again. The bra was thick and strong, but it couldn't hold against William's strength. The catch snapped.
Now Mirabelle's luscious tits were in view. He grinned as he looked at her tits. "Fuuuuck! They're even better than I thought. Shit, you sure kept them well hidden." Mirabelle sobbed. He eyed her tits, which were luscious and just the right size for her body. Her nipples looked tight.
William grinned and pulled a couple of pincer devices out of his pocket. They were clamps with screws and tiny serrated jaws.
"Know what these are?"
Mirabelle stared at him, terror rising in her throat.
"They bite your nipples." He chuckled. "Just lemme know when you wanna get up and strip for me."
Mirabelle shuddered, almost vomiting into the gag. The sheer horror of her situation went on getting worse. She couldn't believe it as William slid one of the clamps over the trembling bud of her nipple. Her hands struggled helplessly against the bonds, her thighs trembled and she choked into the gag, the taste of the rubber balls making her feel sick.
William turned the screw of the clamp and the first bite of the jaws chewed into Mirabelle's nipple.
She gasped, tossing in the chair, staring at the mass of people fucking on the bed. She only had to hold out until Dustin came, and she was certain she could resist any pain until then. After that she was going straight to the police.
But Dustin was still fucking Eileen, gripping her ass, thrusting deep, his thick cock plunging in and out.
William turned the screw again and Mirabelle leaped in the chair, agony surging all over her body. She gasped, tears rushing out of her eyes, her tits ringing with pain.
"Ready to strip?" William asked, turning the screw again.
Mirabelle's scream burst around the gag as the agony pulsated through her nipple. She heaved, rocking the chair, her eyes pouring tears, her tits in agony as she gasped for breath.
Nichole was coming, screaming with lust, her pussy rubbing all over Eileen's face. And Eileen had been climaxing since the fifth or sixth lash of the whip. She spasmed hard, her whipped ass cheeks writhing in Dustin's strong grip, her pussy sucking and working at the hard flesh of his cock.
"Yeahhh!" Dustin growled, fucking Eileen with all his force, his cock sinking to the depths of her cunt, churning in her fuck-hole. "Ooooh, shit! That feels sooo good!"
But he wasn't coming and William was sliding the second clamp onto Mirabelle's other nipple. The first one hung from her right tit, each fuck of the metal sending more spasms of pain through her. She pitted her teeth, determined not to give in.
William twisted the screw on the other titclamp, and pain shot through her left tit.
Mirabelle gasped and tensed in the chair, her body aching with pain.
"Ready to strip?" William asked, holding the tit-screw, waiting.
Mirabelle shook her head frantically, her tits in agony. She could hear Dustin yelling as he fucked Eileen, but he wasn't coming yet. She glanced at her brother, but he was ignoring her pain and suffering, making her feel deserted and friendless.
William twisted the screw of the clamp on her left nipple.
Mirabelle thought she'd pass out. Her nipple felt as if it had been crushed, the pain surging through her tit.
"Ready to strip for me?" William asked, moving his fingers to the other clamp.
Mirabelle choked and screamed into the gag, her head spinning.
"Yeah, yeah! Ohhh, fuck! This is great!"
Dustin yelled as his cock slammed in and out of Eileen's spasming cunt.
The little blonde was moaning with satisfaction and passion as she licked and sucked at Nichole's pussy, taking the girl's hot cuntlips into her mouth.
"Come on, bitch, tell me you wanna strip for me!" William demanded.
He twisted the screw of the clamp on her left nipple.
Mirabelle almost broke, the agony was too great to bear. She began thrashing in the chair. Her legs throbbed as she tried to close them.
"Tell me, bitch," William said softly. He took hold of the tit-clamp and started turning it slowly, tightening the teeth on her shivering nipple bud.
"Uuurrhh!" Mirabelle gasped, sweat breaking out on her forehead and all over her tits.
She closed her eyes, trying to hold out. William shifted to the other clamp and twisted. The teeth gripped her nipple, crushing it, as he turned the screw.
Mirabelle knew she'd have to give in. Dustin was still fucking his cock into Eileen's sopping wet pussy, but he hadn't come.
The pain was too, great.
"Tell me." William snarled, twisting the clamp viciously.
Mirabelle jerked in the chair, nodding her head, her eyes pouring team.
"Fuck, you ready to strip?" William asked, his fingers on the other clamp.
"Uuurrhh." Mirabelle gurgled, nodding her head as fast as she could.
William smiled and loosened the tit-clamps. Mirabelle moaned and sank back in the chair, her tits still throbbing with remaining.
"Okay, you promise not to scream and I'll take the gag out."
Mirabelle nodded again.
He reached for the strap, unwinding it from Mirabelle's face and turning it away. She spat the gag-balls out.
"You vicious beast!" Mirabelle mowed. "You disgust me!"
He grinned and slid his hand over her knee. "Sure, bitch," he growled. "You know something? I don't give a shit as long as I get what I want."
His hand began to slide up the inside of her thigh.
Mirabelle stiffened, a scream starting in her throat.
"Don't do it," he warned. "Not if you wanna get those clamps off."
Mirabelle stifled the scream, but her thighs ached from the horror of feeling his hand moving over them.
"Please, please, take them off!" she moaned. He laughed, his vile fingers caressing her stocking tops.
"You get what you get, slut." He grinned and slid his hand an inch higher, over the creamy white flesh of her thighs. "And I just gotta play with your pussy as Dustin comes, make you feel good."
Mirabelle sobbed. The clamps were looser now, but there was a strange feeling in her guts.
Dustin gave a roar of lust and slammed Eileen hard into the bed as the cum burst out of his balls.
"Fuuuuuck, yeah! I'm coming!" he yelled in triumph.
CHAPTER THREE
William laughed as Dustin bellowed with lust and started to fuck his cock even harder into Eileen's pussy. He slid his hands around the top of Mirabelle's stockings, playing with the creamy white flesh.
"You like to watch people fuck?" he asked.
"Y-you pervert," Mirabelle moans.