Conrad held onto the cup of Cathy's bra and heaved. The clasp held for a moment then broke, revealing Cathy's wonderful tit-mounds for the first time.
"Fuck me!" Conrad gasped. "I'm glad you came to New York!"
Cathy sobbed as he reached for her tits, playing with the soft flesh.
"Watch the play," he said, "this is the price of fucking around."
"Well fuck!" Alisha leaned over Eric. "I'll get another agent!"
"We had an agreement," Eric snarled. "I get you a speaking part, I get to have you anyway I want, as often as I want, as ions as you've got it."
"Tough nuts," Alisha said, getting off the desk. "I ain't giving you nothin'."
"Oh yeah?" Eric grabbed Alisha's wrist, twisting her around and slamming her facedown over the desk.
Alisha gave a gasp of excitement before she realized she was supposed to be acting.
"Let me go!" she screamed, twisting under his hand. "You can't do this to me!"
"Wanna bet?" Eric pulled out a length of rope from his desk.
"You see," Conrad said as his hand moved off Cathy's tits and down over the tight waist cincher. "Lots of agents have rope and leather straps in their office, just for bitches who play us false. Wise, don't you think?"
Cathy gasped and moaned.
Conrad slid his hand up and took one of her nipples.
"Wise, don't you think?" He began rolling the tight nipple bud between his finger and thumb. He increased the pressure slowly.
"Aaahh, yes, Uncle! Yes, it's wise!" Cathy sobbed, staring down at her tit that was being twisted and pulled around.
"You must learn to answer faster," Conrad went on softly, twisting her nipple harder, sending arrows of pain through Cathy's body.
"Aaahhh, yes! Uncle, yes!" Cathy wept, her legs shaking with fear and pain.
"Tell me what's going on at the desk," Conrad said, keeping his grip on Cathy's throbbing nipple.
"He's… he's tying her up," Cathy moaned.
"Go on, tell me in detail." Conrad took hold of her other nipple and began twisting that too.
"Aaahhh – ohhh God!" Cathy sobbed. "He's tying her ankle to the leg of the desk and the other one, he's lashing that. Her legs are open wide and now he's going round to her head and…"
"Why do you think her legs are fled open?" Conrad interrupted.
"I-I don't know, Uncle I don't know!" Cathy sobbed.
"Think," he said, twisting her tit-flesh viciously, making her scream.
"I don't know, Uncle! I don't know!"
"Whip her."
"No, Uncle, no! Aauugghhhh! So he can do what he likes to her?" she screamed as Nolan cut her ass with the riding crop.
"What's between her legs?" Conrad asked. "Her, her, vagina!" Cathy moaned. "Say her cunt and her asshole." Conrad twisted her hard nipple buds.
"Her cunt and her asshole!" Cathy screamed. "Good," Conrad said. "Now put it all together and tell me why her legs are tied open."
"So he can, uh, have her cunt," Cathy sobbed.
"Now I'll tell her this one more time. So he can fuck her cunt if he wants – say it!"
"So he can fuck her cunt if he wants!" Cathy moaned.
Cathy didn't know what he was getting at. "And what, Uncle?"
"She has two holes back there, doesn't she? Now get it right, or you know what happens." His fingers still rolled her nipples around as he stared at her.
"Ooohhh, no! Uncle, not…" Cathy saw him nod to Nolan. "Noooo!"
The riding crop lashed her ass, whipping a long rip into her tiny white panties.
"So he can fuck her ass!" she screamed, not able to believe she had said such a horrible thing.
"Better," Conrad said. "Tell me what's going on now."
Impatiently Nolan slid the tip of the crop into the tear in Cathy's panties and pulled. The material ripped. He left the tip of the crap as a reminder, playing it over Cathy's ass, thrusting it into her ass crack.
"He's… he's got her arms tied down over the desk!" Cathy sobbed. "And he's going back round to her – to her ass. He's reaching in and taking her panties and he's-he's tearing them off!"
Trussed lightly over the desk as she was, Alisha gave a squeal of excitement as her little red panties tore away from her ass. She twisted to look at Eric, rubbing her tits into the desktop.
"Don't you think it would be a great idea if we ripped your panties off too?" Conrad asked Cathy.
"Y-yes, Uncle," Cathy wept.
"Who would you like to do it? Would you like to do it, Renata?"
"Yeah, why not?" Renata strolled forward, sliding her blouse even farther open. "You like my tits?"
Cathy choked. It seemed as if every degradation and agony under the sun was being piled on her. She stared in horror as Renata undipped the bra and let the cups fall away, showing off her full, heavy tits. With one hand, she undid the rest of her blouse and then pushed her tits closer to Cathy.
"I asked if you liked my tits."
"Ooohhh, no, I don't want to – aaaghhh!" Cathy screamed as Nolan whipped her ass. "Yes, yes, I like your tits!"
"So if Nolan lets you down a bit on that rope, you'd like to kiss them, right?" Renata said with a nasty glint in her eye.
Cathy struggled for a second, but she couldn't take any more of the pain. "Yes… I'd like to kiss them."
"Good," Renata purred, "now watch as Conrad takes my skin off."
From behind her, Conrad reached around and undipped her leather skirt, sliding it down Renata's long, shapely legs, then holding it as she stepped out of it. Renata's black stockings outlined her legs to perfection as she spread her legs and held her tits, waiting.
Cathy felt the rape being loosened, and she started to drop to the floor, struggling with the pain in her arms as the pressure came off. She was allowed to go as far as her knees and then the rope jerked tight again.
Renata advanced on the kneeling girl who sobbed, her arms still up in the air.
"Kiss them," Renata ordered.
Her head throbbing with pain and disgust, Cathy leaned forward and kissed the warm, soft skin of Renata's tits. Renata made her kiss all over her tits, repeating how much she loved it, while Eric came out of the darkness of the unfit room with a cat in his hand, the many tails shiny with use, the knots tight and hard. He walked up to the moaning Alisha as Renata grabbed Cathy by her dark hair.
"Lick my nipples," Renata said.
Cathy felt the flesh crinkle under her tongue and the shudder of excitement that ran through her uncle's mistress.
"Okay," Renata said, "haul her up again." The rope jerked and Cathy was back as before, hanging, weeping desperately. Renata leaned in and took hold of Cathy's panties. She put her mouth to the sobbing girl's ear.
"You got a problem, honey," she hissed. "Conrad wants you so bad, he's gonna fuck the shit outa you. Well, okay, he's fucked a lot of whores, and they all loved it, but you try and take him away from me and I'll get you." She laughed nastily. "Heads you lose, baby, tails you lose."
Then, with another horrible laugh, she ripped Cathy's panties, tearing them completely away.
Cathy wailed as the soft dark hair of her pussy mound was revealed for the first time, but her voice was drowned by the scream of mingled delight and pain that Alisha gave as the cat whipped into her ass.
"This is what you get for playing me around!" Eric yelled. He had dropped his shirt and pants somewhere, and his cock stuck out of his loins like a rising flagpole, getting harder with each stroke.
"Aaghghh!" Alisha shrieked, her ass trembling. "You bastard, you shit! I bet you'll fuck me at the end of this. I bet you do."
She gave a moan as another stroke of the cat whipped her ass into a red mass of flesh.
"You got it, whore!" Eric snarled and laid into the screaming actress for all he was worth. Renata slid her fingers over Cathy's whipped ass, making her groan with pain, but then she moved on, into the crack of her pussy.
"Open your legs," she said.