But then Cathy saw Renata and Conrad.
Conrad had Renata on the floor, and he was standing over his receptionist, the riding crop in his hand. Mound him were several ropes from the apparatus. The horrible thing had been extended, and now there were two bars reaching horizontally across the top, about a foot from each other, and they were almost at the ceiling. From them hung the ropes that dangled around Conrad.
"Put them on," Conrad said.
"You shit!" Renata yelled, but she reached for the leather bindings and slipped one of them over her right ankle. "You nasty, cocksuckin' little shit!"
Conrad nodded and she reached for the other binding. Staring pure hatred at him, she slipped that one over her other foot and glared at Conrad.
Suddenly he reached over, grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head back. He pulled he around until she had her back to him, her shoulders at his knees. Viciously he shoved her head between his legs so that she had to stare up past his massive cock and into his eyes. He held the riding crop over her tits.
"What did you call me?"
"How the fuck should I remember?" she spat. "Something too good for you – like cocksuckin' little shit!"
Conrad raised the riding crop and Renata gave a half sob, half yell as it lashed down, whipping her nipples.
"Cocksuckin' little shit!" she screamed. "You're – oooohhhh fuck, cocksuckin' little – aaaagghh, shit!"
He whipped her tits again.
"What did you call me?" Conrad asked, panting, holding Renata's hair, his cock thrusting out over her face, a glint of admiration in his eyes.
"Can't you fuckin' hear right!" Renata yelled. "I said you're a cocksuckin' little shit!"
Her chest heaved as she waited for the riding crop.
Instead Conrad reached behind him and pulled on a rope. Renata's legs lurched up into the air, pulled apart by the ropes. She still wore he high heels and the heels were pointing at the ceiling by the time Conrad stopped hauling on the rope.
"Changed your mind?" he said to Renata as she lay on her back, bent at the waist.
"Cocksucker!" she screamed. "You think – aaahhhooo!"
She screamed as Conrad pulled again and the rope went higher, dragging Renata's back off the rug. Then he pulled again and Renata was off the floor.
Renata screamed as she hung upside down, her ankles pulled well apart by the ropes which ran to the sides of the apparatus, her hands dangling toward the floor. She glared at Conrad as he came over, her tits falling toward her face.
"Not high enough," Conrad said, then gripped the rope again.
"You're the cocksucker!" Renata screamed. "Not me!"
She wailed as she was pulled even higher. Now her feet were right at the top and sides of the apparatus. They stretched her legs apart even more, and her face was just at the level Conrad wanted.
He walked back to her and put his cock to her lips. "Now we'll see who's the cocksucker."
"Fuck off!" Renata screamed, staring at the riding crop.
Conrad slid behind her and lashed her ass with the leather-bound crop.
"Yyyayahhhh!" Renata screeched, her body swinging from the apparatus, jerking with pain.
She put her hands over her ass, so Conrad stepped around and lashed her tits, beating the red line of pain into the soft under slopes of her globes.
"Aaaaaagh!" Renata's brunette hair tossed wildly, her body jerking on the ropes.
"Ready to suck cock?" Conrad asked, whipping her tits again.
"Get lost, fucker!" Renata screamed, rushing her hand to her tits.
It didn't do her any good. Conrad stepped around and lashed her ass once more. He beat her again, setting her body swinging wildly from the apparatus.
"Suck my cock."
"Fuuuck offf!" Renata screamed as the riding crop lashed her ass.
She slid her hands back up, so Conrad lashed her tits, beating them until she was screaming constantly, jerking uncontrollably on the ropes.
"Yaaaahhhh! You stinking fucker – aaahhh! You heap of trash can shit! You're a faggot! You want me to do it 'cause Nolan won't! You're a faggot, a shit-eating faggot – aaaaaghhhhh!"
As Renata's body tossed on the ropes, she began to spasm.
Suddenly Conrad turned the riding crop vertical and lashed her right between her legs, the thin leather-bound crop whipping Renata's soft pussy.
With an unearthly shriek, Renata came, sobbing and twisting, her mouth twisting violently as she shook with orgasm.
"Fucker, fucker, fuuuckerrr?" she screeched, twisting as the riding crop whipped her pussy.
She collapsed, breathing heavily. Conrad stopped and grinned at her, the riding crop in his hand.
Tears ran from Renata's eyes, but she grinned at him.
"Okay, fucker," she said, "I'll suck your cock now."
Conrad came up and slid his massive long fuck rod over her cheek.
"You love cock, don't you, bitch," he said, as his cock slapped her across the face.
"Fuckin' hate it, and you," Renata crooned, sliding her hand up Conrad's thigh to his balls.
Conrad slapped her face with his cock again, the sound quite clear in the room.
"You love it, don't you!"
"I hate it, you fucker!" Renata gasped as slid her hand down his massive cockshaft and pulled her mouth to the tip of his cockhead. "I'll show you how much I hate it!"
She sank all of the enormous cock into her mouth and up her throat. Hanging as she was, the angle was easy for her, but the complete way she sucked his cock into her throat until she licked her tongue out over his balls made Cathy gasp.
"How can she stay with a man who does that to her?" Cathy wept, staring up at Nolan as he fucked his cock between her lovely tits. "What will he say to her on Monday, when they go back to work?"
Nolan chuckled. "You're real stupid sometimes. Well, not stupid maybe, just naive." He grinned and worked his fingers over Cathy's nipples. "Now you better get going. Conrad's nearly finished and if you don't bring me off, you'll be up there too."
"Oohhh, no!" Cathy wept. "You just came – I-I can't get you off before then! You're a beast!"
Nolan leaned forward, his fingers tightening on her nipples. "You still don't get the point, do you? I wanna get you up there far too much to come right now. So you're going up there, baby, I just wanted to give you a fighting chance, that's all."
Nolan leaned back, roaring with laughter. Cathy sobbed louder, but she kept her hands on her tits, making a trough for his massive cock as it slid in and out. His fingers tightened slowly on her nipples, until pain started surging through her tits.
"Lick my cock," he ordered, and Cathy was forced to fuck her tongue out and run it over his thick, throbbing cockhead.
Suddenly Alisha's screams of lust rose to a new pitch.
"Ooohhh, yeahhh!" she yelled. "Ooohhh, yeahhh, shoot it up me! Come on! Fill my ass with cum! Fill my ass with cuuummmm!"
She grabbed the pillows harder, clutching them to her tits, and Eric fucked his cock into her ass faster and faster.
"Christ, I'm coming!" he roared. "Ooohhh, Jesus, fuckin' Christ! I'm coming! Oohhh, work that vibrator in your cunt, baby! Roll it over my cock – oohhhh yeahhhh!"
His frantic fucking drove Alisha's hips into the sofa back as his balls slapped at her at the peak of each deep fuck.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Alisha screamed, running her hand back between her thighs, grabbing the vibrator and fucking her cunt with it. Eric's balls emptied their cream, and, jizz between Cathy's luscious tits. "I got a job for you, baby, a real nice job." He got up and pulled her to her feet. "Over to Eric."