Alisha pulled her soft red lips back a little until she was just kissing his cockhead and licking it softly.
"You wait until I've got you right down my throat." She gave another moan and moved her mouth downwards, taking his cock in slowly, in one continuous slide.
Cathy almost screamed with horror. She had never imagined anything so degraded.
Alisha's mouth slid the whole length of the monstrous cock, taking it in, her lips moving down until Eric's cockhead was thrusting into the throat and the muscles swelled to take it. She held it there, moving his swollen prickhead up and down in her throat, her fingers playing with his balls.
"Aaahhh, honey!" he gasped. "Oooohhh! I can see the very part for you, guaranteed if you can blow the producer too."
He gasped again, pushing his hands inside Alisha's panties, running his finger in her ass crack.
Alisha's gurgle left no doubt that she was willing to suck any cock to get the part. She stayed there, sucking Eric's massive fucker, her mouth bobbing up and down, her tits swaying with each movement.
"So, that's how you get a part," Conrad said with a grin. "See, it's easy, particularly for a chick as great as you. Fuck, you'll knock their eyes out, and their cocks'll get hard so fast they'll break their zippers." He gave a huge laugh. "So, you ready to try it?"
Cathy was shaking so hard she could hardly stand up, but she managed it. Avoiding the terrible things that were going on across the room, she picked up her purse.
"I'm… I'm not that kind of girl, Uncle. I'm not going to sell myself to get to the top."
"You show enough of your fucking body," he said with an uneasy grin. "Now get over there with Nolan and show us, bitch!"
"No!" Cathy shouted. "No, I won't be a part of your perverted life! I should have listened to my mother!"
She turned and ran straight into Nolan who gripped her arm and spun her round to face Conrad again.
Conrad pinned at her. "You're a fuckin' tease! You come on, all blushed and head down, and then, no dice."
"I don't!" Cathy protested.
"You wanna see what happens to bitches who tease us?" Conrad sneered.
"No – just let me go! I'll catch the next bus out, I won't say a thing to Mom, really I won't! Just let me – aaahhhh!"
With a brutal heave, Nolan had spun her around and pushed her back onto the sofa.
"Sit still!" Conrad said. "Okay, guys, let's see what a bitch deserves."
Both Eric and Alisha gave a groan. "No Conrad!" Alisha gasped. "Lemme suck him off! I can get it up again, you know what he's like. Come on! I'll make it fast, you know how much I love cum."
Quickly she sank her hot mouth over Eric's cock again.
Conrad laughed. "You'll be punished." Alisha gurgled, her throat full of cock.
She rammed her mouth deep on Eric's throbbing prick until she had it all inside and her wicked little tongue flicked around his cockshaft.
"Let me go!" Cathy begged. "Uncle, let me go! Please, stop this, please!"
"Take your hand off and watch, or take the consequences." Conrad's steely eyes were on her. He waited.
"Please, Uncle, please!" Cathy sobbed. "I'll count to three. One."
"Please, don't!"
"Two."
"Just let me…"
"Three! Tie her up. Any way you like." Cathy screamed, struggling against Nolan's iron grip. "Let me go!"
She lashed out at him, her hand hitting him on the shoulder.
Nolan held her in one hand, while his other one swung back and smacked her right across her face, then back again until she was screaming and dizzy.
"Cut it out!" he snarled. "Stand still!" He pushed her upright, and Cathy stood dazed, rubbing her face.
"Hands down," he ordered and Cathy obeyed, bursting into floods of tears.
On the desk, Alisha was working up and down on Eric's cock. He groaned with rising lust, one hand working her ass and pussy, the other on her tits, playing with them, pinching her nipples until Alisha gurgled and moaned with passion.
But Cathy was only dimly aware of that. Nolan's steel-hard hands gripped the neck of her dress and heaved. The material gave way as he ripped it open, almost to the waist.
"Noooo, you beast!" she screamed.
Cathy went for him, pummeling his chest as he held her. He just grinned, picked her up in one movement and carried her a few feet. Then he dropped her and grabbed her wrists.
Cathy looked up.
She screamed.
She had no idea where the thing had come from, but Renata was leaning on it, grinning, and Cathy saw the tracks on the carpet, leading into the darkness beyond the section of wall that had just opened. The thing was a massive piece of apparatus, standing eight feet tall, with shining metal pipes at all angles and heights and straps attached at various intervals. It looked like a piece of gym equipment.
"What are you going to do?" she sobbed. "Oh no! No!"
But already the leather straps were going around her wrists, and Nolan tightened them with one pull of his hands. He reached for the rope that led from the straps, over a pulley on the highest bar and back down. With a casual heave, he pulled and the rope swung up, taking Cathy's hands with it.
"Aaahhh! Help!" Cathy screamed as she was pulled up by her bound wrists, hanging from the straps, her feet only just touching the soft carpet. "No, you can't – no!"
Nolan tied off the rope and took the belt from around her waist. Then he reached for her torn dress and held the two sides as tie grinned at the helpless girl.
"You just wait," he growled, "you'll see exactly what we can do. And to a nice girl like you. Oh, it's criminal, that's what I think."
With another huge grin on his handsome, square face, he pulled. Cathy's dress ripped right to the hem.
"Ohhh, God! Save me!" Cathy screamed.
Nolan slapped her across the face again. "You'll have plenty of reason to scream later, so knock it off?"
His huge hand ripped at the shoulders of her dress, tearing it until it came away and Cathy hung on the rope with only her little slip covering the waist-cincher and her bra and panties.
The slip was already pulled up by her stretched arms almost to her ass, showing lots of her creamy white thighs. She twisted desperately on the rape, but there was no escape.
Then she saw what Nolan had picked up and almost fainted. It was a riding crop, the thin, leather-covered length trembling with menace.
He came up close and whispered in her ear: "Now watch Alisha suck Eric off, cunt. You get one stroke for any crying, any pleading, any fucking around at all. Got that?"
"Please, please!" Cathy begged. Her eyes bulged out as she saw him raise the riding crop. "Noooo, I – aagghhhh! Ohhh God!"
He lashed her right across her tight, swelling ass. The little white slip and panties were no protection at all. Utter agony burst through her as she wept and hung on the bar.
"Now you gotta listen," Nolan said, "just watch and keep your fuckin' mouth shut."
Through her tears, Cathy stared at the room. The others were carrying on as if nothing was happening. Renata leaned against the wall watching. Conrad sat on the sofa, watching Alisha's mouth slowly slide aver Eric's cock.
"She ready," Conrad asked.
"I reckon so," Nolan replied.
"Fine. Okay, Alisha, have fun."
CHAPTER TWO
With a gurgle of lust, Alisha sank her mouth right down the length of Eric's rock-hard cock. He gave a gasp and heaved up off the desk, holding her head as her skillful throat worked over him.
"Watch this, baby," Nolan said, leaning on Cathy as she hung helplessly from the leather bindings. "You could learn a lot. I mean look at that chick's mouth work. Look, bitch, or I'll whip you!"
The horror overwhelmed Cathy. She did she was told, staring at the degrading sight taking place on the desk.