Manfred's eyes were on her now, taking in his sister's body.
Mirabelle shuddered and wept as the luscious curves of her body were revealed, and even Dustin gave a whistle of lust and started working on his cock as he watched.
Manfred's pants were off and Nichole began to suck while Eileen pulled her father's briefs over his massive boner and down.
"The slip!" William ordered.
Mirabelle slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders and let it slide down. Now she was nearly naked. Her tits were in full view and only her panties protected her pussy from their stares. She stepped out of the ripped slip, still clad in panties, garter straps, stockings and shoes. Suddenly she wished she wore tights.
"Jeez!" Manfred gasped as his cock jerked in Nichole's mouth. "What a fuckin' figure, hey, William? No wonder you wanted to get in her pants!"
William chuckled and walked slowly around the cowering Mirabelle, drinking her full beauty in.
Mirabelle had long, shapely legs. The curves of her calves were tight. Her waist was slim, and her tits large and luscious.
"Slide the top of your panties down," he said. "Don't take them off, just slide 'em down."
Mirabelle moaned and obeyed, the tit-clamps swinging from her nipples, sending sparks of pain through her with each movement. The top of her panties slid down almost to her pussy as she worked them lower. He made her tuck it in as if she was wearing little bikini briefs.
"Yeah!" Now, walk around a bit, I wanna see your ass move.
Mirabelle moaned, the pain in her tits swelled with every step. She could feel Manfred's gaze on her as his cock slid between the two sets of willing lips that moved up and down his swollen length.
"Fuck!" William gasped. "You couldn't turn a fuckin' rapist on with a walk like that. Work your ass, bitch, turn me on!"
Mirabelle sobbed louder and swayed her ass, but it wasn't doing any good. She walked to the bed and back as the three men grinned at each other.
"Fuck," William said. "Let's try something else. Stand there."
Mirabelle obeyed him, her body trembling with shame. She was close to the bed, facing them so that all three men could see her.
"Open your legs," William said. Mirabelle kept her eyes cast down as she slowly spread her legs until William told her to stop.
"Rub your pussy."
"What? Please, no!" Mirabelle screwed, fury overtaking her terror. "Never, never!"
"Do it, bitch, or you'll be in trouble!" But even the pain in her nipples couldn't bring Mirabelle to obey William's order.
"No!" she screamed, rushing for the door. William grabbed her before she'd gone more than two steps, and Dustin was with him at once.
She screamed and struggled, but the men hustled her back to the bed.
Dustin held her as William put a thick black collar around her neck. It was studded and a chain attachment.
Only then did she remember the ornamental beams in the ceiling. And the hooks that were screwed into them. She screamed as William slipped the chain through the loop of one of the hooks and pulled on it.
It wasn't a noose, but it almost felt like it, as she was pulled upward until the thick collar was half choking her. She gasped, her hands going up to pull on the chain. Her toes barely touched the floor. She swung and made a grab at the chain.
Dustin slipped cuffs and a chain over, one wrist, then pulled her arm back behind her head. William had pushed her other arm up, back behind her head, and the other end of the chain and leather cuff were around that wrist. The chain between her wrists was short and was attached to the back of the neck chain, trapping her arms behind her. All she could do was grab the main chain and try to take some of the pressure off her neck.
She gasped and choked, terrified out of her mind.
"Open your legs!" William snapped.
Mirabelle gurgled in horror as she slid her legs apart. The more she spread her legs, the more pressure was applied to her neck.
"Wider!" William snapped.
Mirabelle tried to obey, but her feet almost off the floor. She couldn't do it.
"If I lower you a link or two, you can do it." William said. "How about it?"
Mirabelle gasped and tried to nod, her head spinning from lack of air.
"Ask nicely."
"Pluuurrss!" Mirabelle gurgled as she swung on the chain.
William laughed and lowered her a couple of inches. It wasn't much better, but at least Mirabelle could now hold her legs wide open and breathe more easily. She spread her legs, sobbing as she waited for his perverted desires.
Then she screwed.
William held a whip in his hand, a short handled whip, with knotted tails, and it swung cagily in his hand as he grinned at her.
"You just tell me when you wanna rub your pussy for us," William said, swinging the whip.
It happened so fast that Mirabelle didn't have time to react.
The whip swung up, then came down until the tails brushed the floor. Quickly William lashed up, right between her open thighs. The knotted tails bit into her pussy and she screwed.
Mirabelle gripped the chain, her body tossing, as agony erupted from her clit. Her thighs closed, she twisted, staring at her tormentor.
"Open your legs!" William snapped.
Mirabelle couldn't believe it. He whipped right across her tits, beating sheer agony into her flesh. One of the clamps was yanked off her nipple and went bouncing across the floor as her gurgling scream echoed through the room.
"Open your legs!" William snarled, whipping Mirabelle's tits again.
The tails caught on the remaining clamp, pulling her nipple.
Mirabelle screamed again and her legs parted. The whip lashed her tits again, and she spread her thighs wider apart, sobbing and wailing with pain.
"Better. Now are you ready to rub your pussy for us?" William asked.
Mirabelle sobbed and tried to beg, but nothing came out except a hoarse whisper. The whip lashed her pussy, the knots biting through her panties as if they didn't exist. She screamed and jerked in her pain, her legs closing instinctively.
He lashed her tits again and she spumed. Pain rolled over her. Quickly she spread her legs, then took another lash into her helpless pussy.
"Fuck, I can't stand this!" Manfred roared. "Get on my cock, bitch!"
He pulled Nichole up, and the giggling little minx swarmed over his tall, hard body. She grabbed his cock, sliding it to the wet entrance of her pussy.
"Ohhh, Manfred!" she gasped as her hot cunt slammed down the length of his massive cock, filling her cunt to the brim.
She clung to his neck, gasping with lust, her ass moving, her cunt fucking his thick rod.
"Fuck!" Eileen pouted. "I want some too."
She rubbed her pussy, her fingers sliding on the cum cream that smeared her cunt.
"Lick her ass while she fucks me!" Manfred demanded, moving the squealing Nichole on his cock.
He ran his hand over her tits, and Nichole gasped, holding onto his neck, her pussy sucking wildly on his massive fuck-rod.
"No, not yet!" she gasped. "Take me up there! You know what I want, baby!"
Manfred grinned and walked effortlessly to the bed, holding Nichole on his cock.
William lashed into Mirabelle's cunt and she spasmed, the pain rushing through her body like a raging fire. She gasped, the right collar pulled, digging into her windpipe. But still she couldn't give them the satisfaction of watching her do something as disgusting as rub her pussy.
Her legs closed and the whip clit her tits, pulling off the second clamp. She opened her legs once more, unable to take the whip either on her pussy or tits.
But William always had a target. He swung the whip effortlessly, the tails cutting into her flesh each time.
Mirabelle gripped the chain above her head and prayed for strength. She was weakening. The pain was so great that even rubbing her pussy in front of them all didn't seem so bad. She gritted her teeth, screaming, trying to hang on.