"Now, don't you think it would be a great idea to take some of our clothes off?" Tom asked.
Claudia, her eyes basting with tears, looked for Heidi. Surely his wife wouldn't allow him to do these things. Heidi leaned back against the wall watching, but that wasn't all. One of the men, the one who had been visibly trembling with lust, was on his knees, his mouth sucking furiously at the sultry blonde's pussy. Heidi's leather panties lay on the ground near her, her leather skirt was up around her waist and she spread her thighs wider, riding the man's face like a trainer riding a horse.
"That's nice, Marcus," she murmured, "that's so nice I might give you one of the girls later."
Marcus gasped as his mouth hungrily sucked at the woman's cunt.
Claudia turned away, sick to her stomach. "Leave me alone," she pleaded, "please, leave me alone!"
The dress went back up over her ass and the cane lashed in again, beating another thin red line of agony into Claudia's ass. Her scream beat off the walls and her body heaved in desperate agony on the ropes.
"Now, don't you think it…"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Claudia screamed as the pain echoed over her body. Anything to avoid that cane again.
"Say, please, please, please, Tom, take my clothes off," he taunted.
Claudia stared at him, her tears running down her lovely face.
"Please, please, please, Tom, take my clothes off," she whispered.
"Certainly, you little whore. Look at that, hardly knows me and pleading with me to take her clothes off."
The men below roared with laughter. All the men were staring at her, apart from Marcus. He was still rooting away in Heidi's cunt. She stood astride him, her booted legs slowly moving with her rising lust.
Heidi smiled at her husband. "Having fun, my dear?"
He grinned and turned to Claudia. "Just one problem. You seem to be all tied up, I can't take your clothes off."
Claudia shuddered with new fear. She had no idea what he meant, but it sounded threatening.
"I'll have to tear them off, won't I?" he whispered.
"Yes," Claudia said, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "whatever you say."
He didn't say a word, but his strong hands went up to the neck of her uniform. For a moment he held it and then he started to tear. His hands were incredibly strong and the material parted, slowly, but surely with each heave of his powerful muscles.
Claudia shook with strange emotions as she hung there in the grip of this brute. The dress tore, exposing the tiny slip underneath and her bra. On it went. He heaved the apron off and tossed it to the floor, then went back, ripping the dress until it reached her waist.
Tom tore the uniform farther, down to the line of Claudia's pussy. It hung in tatters from her shoulders as he reached down and ripped the thin material the last few inches to the hem. Claudia sobbed, her eyes closed as he reached up and took the part of the dress that still held up over her arms.
She screamed as much in surprise as pain as he ripped the material and tore one arm of the dress off, tossing her body around on the ropes as he did it. She tensed for the other one, and his hands ripped the final support of her uniform away in a few great heaves. The tattered dress fell, but Tom caught it, a light of triumph in his eyes.
Claudia hung on the ropes, reduced to her slip and bra and the little white cap on her head. The stockings and spike heels added a terrible allure to her shapely legs, and the horrible spread of her thighs could be seen more clearly now since the tiny slip hardly even reached her pussy.
"Look at this!" Tom roared, thrusting the dress in Claudia's face. "I give you a perfectly good dress and you ruin it. What kind of a whore are you?"
"B-but you…" Claudia sobbed and then realized that she was in the hands of a merciless sadist.
"You get punished for that," Tom said and reached for the horrible whip on the table top.
"No! No! No!" Claudia shrieked. "You ripped it off, it wasn't my fault, you beast, you sadist, you pervert! You're a pervert!"
"Ah, at last you understand."
They all roared with laughter as Tom stood in front of Claudia and ran the whip down the front of her body. She shuddered and shrieked with horror.
"Fuck, I can't stand this any more," said one of the men. He was big and going bald which seemed to give him an air of even greater menace. His muscles rippled as he grabbed Trixie. "Over the table, cunt! I'm gonna fuck you."
"Oh sure, lover," Trixie crooned. She swung in and rubbed her hot body against his, the silk of her slip sliding all over his body. With a grin she stepped back and bent forward over the table, easing the slip over her ass where Claudia could still see the marks of the cane. Trixie purred as she looked up at the terrified teacher on the ropes. "See what good girls get? They get fucked by all these big strong men. All night, aaahhhh, yessss Tim, that's so nice."
She thrust back against him as he rammed his great thick hunk of fuckmeat into her wet and willing pussy. Tim grunted as his cock slid in to the hilt. He leaned over the table, forcing Trixie's thighs into the wood as he started a long, slow fuck. She pressed into the hard surface, her legs spread, her pussy throbbing.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, take it!" Tim gasped. His cock pulled almost out of Trixie's cunt, then rammed in again. She screamed with lust, and the two of them lunged together like animals, fucking their brains out.
"Screw you!" Luther yelled. "We'll take this one!"
Mona shrieked with delight as she was picked up and pushed onto her back on the table. Her short dress was pushed up over her thighs and Peter opened the neck of it and ran his hands over the dark-haired nympho's swelling tits.
"I'll take your mouth, this time, whore!"
Mona didn't mind; in fact, she gasped with joy as two cocks assaulted her. Luther worked his thick prick over the sopping wet entrance to her cunt while both men pulled her unresisting body to the corner of the table where they could fuck her. She gurgled as Peter's long hard cock thrust into her throat, and then her body heaved with delight as Luther rammed his cock deep into the hot pit of her cunt. She lay on the table, her head over the edge, her dark hair falling half way to the floor. Her legs were up, and Peter held them as her frantic jerks of lust revealed more and more of her legs and tits. Her hand worked back and held Peter's balls, caressing them as his cock moved slowly in and out of her mouth.
"See?" Tom whispered into Claudia's ear. "That could be you, think about it, getting all that fun."
Claudia felt sick. She sobbed and struggled on the ropes, but it was useless. Her legs strained in growing agony and the tendons on the insides of her thighs felt as if they were being pulled to breaking point. Suddenly her eyes opened in horror. She saw what he was going to do.
Tom stepped back. He was facing her, the whip in his hand. It swung slightly. Then it lashed down, sweeping through the air, swinging up to lash right between Claudia's spread legs.
"Aahgghhhh! Oh, God!" Claudia screamed as the whip lashed into her wide-spread pussy.
The agony churned out of her clit and erupted all over her body. Her body jerked as she saw Tom lash the whip toward her again. The whip landed and the full weight of the knots beat into her bound flesh. Her shrieks of agony rang around the room, increasing the fury of the fucking from the others.
The whip lashed in, the knots beating marks of deeper red into the spreading, crimson stain over her pussy and upper thighs. With slow, burning rage, Tom beat her, lashing the whip with dreadful precision, the tips of the knotted tails always lashing over her throbbing cuntmound. Screaming and begging for mercy, Claudia jerked on the ropes, her legs trembling, her tits heaving as she panted in growing agony. The tiny slip she wore didn't stop the whip at all and hardly disguised the growing red marks on her flesh. Her panties were no protection either. The knots of the whip beat over her pussy-lips.