"Open your eyes," he said.
Too frightened to disobey, Dorothy looked at him.
"It seems that Kathy won the argument," he said. "So you get a rest. You want me to let you down for it? Take the weight off your arms, my dear?"
Dorothy was dazed, but she had enough sense to nod. "Yes… please."
CHAPTER FOUR
Martin and Josh took Dorothy down from the ropes. As the weight came off her arms, she groaned and nothing could stop her from falling to the floor as they let go of her. She lay on the thick rug, weeping, not daring to accuse either of them again. She knew what would happen to her if she did. They undid, her ankles, too, and Dorothy thought they would just leave her, but she was far too optimistic.
"Get the horse," Martin said to Kathy and Zola.
"Oh no," Dorothy whispered. She looked up and saw that Zola was bringing over a waist high padded apparatus that looked like a gymnasium horse. However, it had several features that gave it a real air of menace. For a start, the legs all had leather bindings attached to them.
"Get the metal one," Martin said, and Dorothy gasped in horror as Kathy produced a massive metal cock from a sliding drawer in the base of the horse.
Kathy screwed it into a hole in the leather top of the horse. The base of the cock had a spring in it, and that not only compressed quite a lot, it also bobbled around when Kathy fucked the top of the dildo.
"How about that, Mom?" she said with a wicked grin. "Your own cock, just for you."
"Oh, let me go," Dorothy whispered. She struggled, but Josh held her tightly.
Martin stepped in and whispered: "If you get on the horse yourself, you won't get into any more trouble."
Her legs trembling, her breath almost choked with fear, Dorothy walked over to the horse. Close up, the dildo looked even bigger and more menacing. It was over nine inches of polished steel, curving like an erect prick, with a massive, bulbous cockhead.
Moaning softly, Dorothy slowly slid one shapely leg over the horse. She sat astride it, begging with her eyes for them to let her go.
"Stick it up your cunt," Martin said.
Dorothy's mouth was dry as she raised herself high enough to get the huge metal cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. It was fortunate that she still had so much cum running in her fuck channel. Otherwise she wouldn't have been lubricated for the monster. Biting her lip, Dorothy worked the round cockhead between her pussy lips and rubbed it gently over her clit, feeling strange bursts of pleasure shooting out from her clit.
She sobbed and tried to lower herself onto the dildo. The metal was warm, but to her it was a cold impaling monster, as the huge cockhead worked its way just inside her pussy. She gasped, looking at them all as they crowded around, watching her terrible agony.
She lowered herself a little more and the dildo slid farther, riding in on the jism running over her cunt walls. The pain started as the massive prick slid in farther, spreading her cunt walls until sparks of agony burst from the muscles that had been unused for so long.
"Ohhhhh!" Dorothy sobbed as half the metal cock worked inside her cunt. "Ohhhh, not all of it, please, not ail of it!"
Martin picked up the whip and Dorothy gasped.
"All right, don't beat me, don't, I'll do it, honest I will." She rammed her cunt down, taking almost all of the cock in one go. She rolled on the horse and the cock rammed its dreadful way right to the top of her cunt.
"Good," said Martin. "Now bend forward. Face down."
Dorothy moaned. As she bent her body, lowering her tits to the smooth leather surface, the cock strained at her cunt walls, rubbing over the thin flesh. More sudden surges of desire flashed out.
She sobbed as they grabbed her ankles and lashed them to the spreading legs of the horse. She pleaded as Kathy and Martin took her wrists and pulled her arms down, holding them against the wooden horse legs until they could lash them firmly in place. Dorothy was utterly helpless once more. She was spread out, her body held at the wrists and ankles, her face resting on the very edge of the horse, her ass sticking over the other end. She sobbed and tried to push her tears off on the padded leather surface she was bound to, but it didn't help.
"Now," said Martin. "Kathy was a very naughty little girl, she bit Josh's cock. So she has to be punished. Unlike you she won't have to be tied down, because she knows how to behave when she's been naughty. You might like to learn something from this."
"Because of you," Zola said, "I've only got my rocks off a couple of times tonight. You're gonna pay for that."
"It wasn't my fault," sobbed Dorothy already terrified by what Zola might do to her.
"Who gives a shit." Zola said, and walked off.
The massive cock in her cunt rubbed against her sensitive walls at every movement, so Dorothy tried her best to stay still, but it was difficult. Not only that, the cock inflamed her cunt, making her want to move, to rub up and down on it, giving herself the kind of pleasure she had denied herself for so long. But Dorothy shut the idea off as firmly as she could.
"Now, little girl," said Josh, running a thin birch whip through his hands. "You were very bad."
"Ohhhhh, yes, sir," said Kathy. She stood, unashamedly running her fingers over her wet cunt, staring at the whip with undisguised lust. "And I sucked you off, sir, when I wasn't supposed to. That was bad, too."
Josh grinned. His cock was stiffening, growing to its thick hard length as he watched Kathy play with herself. "That's good. I would have been very angry if you hadn't reminded me."
"Ohhhh, I wouldn't forget that, sir," said Kathy, her fingers tightening over her spasming clit. She gurgled with lust, her eyes glued to the thin whip.
"Bend over the sofa," said Josh.
Gasping and moaning, Kathy slowly slid over the padded back of the sofa. She spread her legs, rubbing her pussy all the time, bending down until her face rested on the sofa pillows. Deep guttural sounds came from her throat as she looked up at Josh.
"Oh, please, sir, could I nib my pussy while you whip me?"
Josh grinned. "You won't get any less for it."
"Oh no, sir, no, of course not." Kathy gasped. "And please, could I suck Martin's cock, or Zola if she'd like? Ohhhhh, please, sir. Please."
Dorothy stiffened in disgust. The fact that her daughter was such a little slut was more than she could accept. She would make her sorry she was born when she got hold of her. The very thought sent Dorothy thrashing on the horse while the huge dildo reamed out her pussy, making her gasp with the sudden, surging lust. She gasped and laid her head on the leather, trying to hold still.
"Well," she heard Josh say. "I'm afraid Zola is going to be busy sucking my cock as I whip you. But I'm sure Martin would love to have his taken care of."
He walked behind Kathy and she gasped with joy, thrusting her ass up for him.
"Listen, cock face," said Zola as she knelt at her husband's feet. "I ain't got my share tonight. And I'm gonna get it."
"Sure," said Josh with an easy grin. "You can have what you like from Dorothy as soon as you're finished."
"Listen, fucker," said Zola. "I want cock too, and you'd better be ready to give me some." She sank her mouth round Josh's rampant fucker, sucking at the stiff flesh, her hand working over his balls.
"What do you think, you little shit," said Josh, his hand running through his wife's dark hair. "Tell me when I let you down."
Dorothy couldn't believe, even after all that had happened, that Zola would demand sex from her. One woman from another? The idea was disgusting, just as disgusting as sex with a man. She kept as still as she could and watched as Martin came around to Kathy's face and lifted her head by handfuls of her long, blonde hair.