She lifted a slender hand and toyed with her pale boob. Instantly the fat nipple swelled into a ripe cherry, taut and round and exquisitely sensitive to erotic stimulation. She rolled the little nubbin of titflesh lazily between her thumb and fingertips and wondered at the ease with which she had slipped into a completely carnal mode of thinking.
Her sexuality had just been dormant, keeping that way by the heavy handed Puritanism of her uncle, though now she knew all too well what a sham that was. The questions her uncle had been asking the past couple of years, about what she did with boys – or let them do to her – suddenly made sense. The old hypocrite had probably been fantasizing about getting his cock stuffed up her tight little pussy since she'd moved in!
She was self-aware enough to know why she'd responded to Danny the way she had. Having her uncle there to watch had made all the difference! She'd had a chance to get back at him by fucking the daylights out of the small man while he watched – and she had, and she'd loved every minute of it!
Of course, the size of Danny's cock, and the eager, skillful way he'd fucked her pussy full of it, hadn't exactly made it hard for her to get off.
Her pussy had begun to water again. Vaguely aware that the man had spoken a few low words into the phone and replaced it in its cradle, she began to tickle the silt of her pussy with her fingertips.
"Mmmmm," she hummed with satisfaction. The feathery touch of her fingers on her delicate pussy lips filled her cunt and her nubile young body with sensations she still couldn't quite identify. They tickled, and yet again they had a strange, demanding edge to them. She sensed the man standing over her and looked up at him hopefully. Her big eyes asked the question, flashing from his face to the crotch of his pants. Cunt juice gleamed on her fingers.
Danny grinned. "Just lost your cherry and already hot to trot, huh?" he laughed and shook his head.
Statuesque Greta stood nearby, a black whip dangling limply from her hand. Her perfectly sculpted, high cheekboned face was as impassive as the man's. But the way her nipples jutted from the immense globes of her tits, barely constrained within a wispy blue halter top, betrayed that she was as turned on as he was. Liz tried to bring her hands up to shield her tits as the woman advanced a slow step, but her hands were tied behind her back.
"Get up," the tall, browned beauty commanded.
Biting her lip, Liz shook her head. She scrunched down into the leather chair as far as she could, retreating instinctively from the awful threat of the whip.
It did her no good, of course. Greta brought the whip forward with a vicious wrist-flick. The underside of Liz's right jug stung to the impact of the braided leather thong.
Liz's whipped tits jiggled as she arched her back, her mouth open with a wild scream of pain. "Aggh! No! God, my tits – they're on fire! You're cutting them to pieces!"
Not a flicker of emotion showed on Greta's stony but lovely face. She raised her arm and slashed the whip sideways across Liz's big boobs. The thin lash cut deeply into the front of the naked jugs, driving the nipples deep into the cushion of titflesh in a hideous flare of pain.
Liz threw herself out of the chair in a fit of agony. Her giant boobs pulsed with agony at the beat of her racing heart. Her uncle's beating with the belt had been a gentle, sweet caress compared to the painful touch of Greta's whip!
"Stop," she moaned. "I'll do anything you I won't ever try to run away! Oh, Danny, make them stop hurting me!"
She was huddled on the floor with her knees drawn up, her flushed cheek and abused tits pressed into the carpet, her pale naked ass sticking up in the air. Danny looked down upon the inviting globes of assflesh waving from side to side, and to the wisp of chestnut pussy hair between the tops of her thighs. Drops of his come were still congealed in the cunt fur.
He shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, kid. Standard procedure. It's for your own good, really. Better for you to learn your lesson now than to try something and have to be punished for it later. Believe me."
Liz's stomach did a flip-flop. What punishment could be worse than this? But she knew there must be things that were infinitely worse, and if anyone could think of them, the slim and elegant Danny could! And what he couldn't think of, the tall, Nordic twins – they couldn't be anything else – could no doubt dream up.
There was a sound like a pistol shot. Pain seared Liz's asshole. With her butt in the air and her tasty asscheeks spread apart, it had been a perfect target for Greta's painful whip. The knotted strap at the end of the whip had snapped exactly on the pucker of Liz's poopchute.
She straightened her body, her whipped jugs dragging painfully across the carpet, the way they'd done in her uncle's office the day before. But then it had been a broad leather strap abusing her tits and ass. Greta's whip was more subtle – and far crueler.
Greta flicked the whip back and forth across the girl's naked butt till the pale skin stretched over her pert asscheeks was an angry spider's web of glowing red welts. Liz screamed and begged and cried, but the assault on her naked ass never abated.
Finally she summoned up all her strength and threw herself onto her back. Her butt just couldn't take it any more.
Knowing what would happen, her scream began an instant before the whip landed hotly on her upturned tits. The nipples seemed to swell with pain. Red-hot lines glowed across her violated jugs.
Greta lifted the whip. Liz howled in desperation. Neither her big boobs nor her tender ass could stand even one more stroke of that terrible whip. She had to protect herself! But her hands were taped tight behind her bare back.
There was only one thing to do. In the instant before the lash descended, Liz brought her long, slim legs up so that her painfully taut nipples pressed into her thighs just above her knees. She'd rather feel the agonizing kiss of the leather on the backs of her thighs than on her throbbing boobs!
But the whip didn't land on her legs. Greta's beautiful face actually broke into a smile as she changed her aim, and brought the whip whistling down at her naked, sobbing victim.
"Aiiee!" Liz shrieked as the whip came slashing down along the vulnerable pink silt of her pussy, exposed between her thighs.
Her back arched uncontrollably. Her cunt seemed filled with fire. She squirmed hotly on the carpet, her breath choppy and irregular. Severe, searing pain burned her whipped pussy lips.
"Oh! Ohh, Ghaad!" she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. "God, it hurts! I can't stand it!"
In her delirium of agony she didn't even think to anticipate the next blow of the whip. It wasn't until the fire in her cunt started to die down that she realized it hadn't landed. She opened her eyes and blinked away the tears.
Hans was standing over her, totally naked. His cock loomed over her face like the spar of a sailing ship, and it was immense!
"Get up," he said.
When she didn't immediately respond, Greta slashed her across the boobs with the whip. Sobbing with pain, clumsy with her hands lashed behind her, she struggled first to her knees and then to her feet. She stood in front of Hans, gazing down at herself.
Her boobs glowed bright pink. A red welt reached up onto her belly out of the thick forest of her pussy fur, testimony to the whip stroke that had brutally slashed her cunt. She was sick with pain and fear.
"Turn around," Hans said in his thick, guttural voice.
She obeyed as quickly as she could. He took her by the arm and led her around the big leather chair. She came along meekly, afraid of the slick whip dangling from his sister's trembling hand. Even in her misery and anguish, she was not unaware of the titanic rod of cock that bobbed inches from her bare ass as the young man walked beside her.