Sister slave

CHAPTER FOUR

"Hold her back for me," Vince said, sliding his free hand over Cora's lovely tits and pulling at her nipples until she gave another groan of shameless lust. "I'm gonna get that nightie off her."

"Oooh yes, darling!" Cora hissed, and moved to the still-sobbing figure of Jeanette.

Even though her hands were untied, Jeanette still hadn't managed to straighten up. She hung over the back of the chair, her ass still bucking a little, her face buried in the cushions. She was desperately ashamed of herself.

Cora gripped Jeanette's wrists and pulled them behind her back in one fast movement. Jeanette gasped, but Cora was already pulling her up, twisting her wrists hard and forcing Jeanette's lovely tits out as she was forced to stand up.

Jeanette moaned, her pussy pressed into the back of the chair, her legs still spread wide and bound to the wooden legs.

"We're gonna get that nightie off you!" Cora hissed into Jeanette's ear as Vince stroked the whip through his fingers and gazed at the blonde.

Jeanette could see his enormous cock bulging in the front of his pants, and the sight made her sick with fear.

"Did you enjoy watching me get whipped?" Cora asked. "See how you take a whipping, you bitch? But you'll get plenty of practice – plenty."

She grinned and twisted Jeanette's wrists until the helpless blonde moaned in pain.

But then Jeanette screamed when she saw what Vince was going to do. He had the whip circling ever closer to her jutting tits.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he said, "or it'll be the gag again."

Jeanette stared in horror as the tip of the whip licked closer and closer to her torn nightie.

On the sofa, Stan and Galvin sat naked, while Robin knelt between them, her mouth running over each of their cocks in turn, getting them hard again. The tip of the whip lashed around part of Jeanette's torn nightie and pulled away, ripping the already torn garment and exposing one of Jeanette's lovely tits. She jerked and sobbed, but couldn't tear loose from Cora's grip. The whip lashed in, biting another strip of her nightie and ripping it away, tearing the little garment to the waist.

Jeanette sobbed and moaned, her eyes glazed as the whip came in again, pulling at her nightie, ripping it away, tearing it across her shoulders. The plaited leather gripped and ripped at the little lacy thing until it was in shreds on the floor and Jeanette was utterly naked.

"Fuck," Stan said, "you're not bad with that thing, Vince."

He grinned as Robin ran her mouth over his cockhead, sucking it gently and getting it hard again, her fingers working his thick prickshaft.

"How about this?" Vince asked, and the whip curled at Jeanette.

She shrieked, but she couldn't help it. The very tip of the whip, a tiny, tight knot, had cut right into her nipple.

"Fuuuuuck, that's good," Galvin said, his prick stroking up and down in Robin's skillful hand. "Do it again, Vince."

"Sure," Vince said, and the whip lashed through the air, bringing a scream from the helpless Jeanette. The end of the tail lashed her other nipple, the bud burning as the thin leather bit. Jeannette's scream rang out again and she jerked, shuddering against the back of the chair.

"Keep your mouth shut, whore!" Vince snapped. "One more scream like that and you'll be in the gag again!"

He swung the whip and Jeanette whimpered, staring at the terrible tip as it rushed at her soft tits.

It cut her nipple just as before, lashing across and sending the little bud back into her tit-flesh, throbbing and red, the agony surging right through her body.

"Yeaahhhh, Vince!" Stan yelled. "That's incredible, do it again."

He thrust his cock at Robin, and she sank the whole of his cockhead into her soft mouth.

Jeanette sobbed and bit her lip in rising horror as the whip lashed in, whipping her other nipple and driving the terrible agony through her again.

She sobbed and wept, trying to stop herself from screaming as the leather tail whipped in, tearing across her tits and biting into her nipple.

"Yeaaahhhh!" Galvin cried as his cock moved up and down in Robin's hand. "That's great, Vince, great!"

Jeanette stifled a scream as her tits throbbed and jerked under the horrible whipping. The agony was constant, bursting out of her nipples harder each time as Galvin and Stan laughed and let Robin work their cocks back to full readiness. Horror surged up with the pain in Jeanette, for the humiliation was almost as bad as the agony. She jerked and heaved as they laughed and watched her suffering. But she couldn't escape, and her tits just went on getting redder and redder, her nipples throbbing with the worst pain she had ever known.

"Yeaahh, that's great!" Stan yelled. "I'm ready to fuck again. Can I have your slave, Vince? I really wanna fuck that hot little cunt!"

"Only fair, I suppose," Vince said, giving Jeanette's tits a final lashing, "since I'm gonna have her. Sure."

Cora pouted and let go of Jeanette's hands, but she didn't say anything. She walked over to Stan and dropped to her knees, taking his cock from Robin and sucking his hard cockhead. She looked up at him, her pouting lips around his pricktip, her tongue swirling around his throbbing flesh.

"How do you want me?" she whispered.

"I want your ass, whore, over the back of the sofa so I can watch!"

"Yes, yes!" Cora whispered, and sank her mouth down the length of his cock, running her saliva all over it and licking at it until it was shiny. "You won't need cream for my ass! I get it wet enough this way!"

"Over the back, whore," Stan said, his cock throbbing, his eyes fixed on Cora's sensual face and perfect figure.

Obediently, she got up and went to the back of the sofa. She leaned down, thrusting her ass out, her face almost into the cushions as she waited for him.

Stan gasped and ran his hands over her whipped ass, stroking the perfect curves that trembled at his touch. Cora moaned and bit at the cushions as his hard hands sent more pulses of pain running out of her ass. But Stan was impatient, and had his cock pushing into the pit of her asscrack at once. He found her shitter entrance and thrust, and his cock fucked right in, his prickhead shoving straight past Cora's ring of ass muscles.

"Uurrrhhh!" Cora gasped, and thrust back at him as he pulled back a little, then fucked his cock right into her ass. She shuddered and moaned, pushing her shitter onto his cock until the thick cock was buried in her guts.

"Fuuuck," Stan said, "this is a well-used ass."

"You better believe it," Vince said as he ran his hands through Jeanette's blonde hair. "Stand up, whore!"

Jeanette knew better than to disobey him. She struggled up and faced her terrible tormentor, her hands still rubbing her nipples, trying to get them to stop throbbing with pain. She saw Cora, with Stan fucking her ass, and Robin, still kneeling in front of Galvin, sucking his cock.

"Bend down and take your ankle bonds off," Vince said.

It was very difficult for Jeanette, but she did as she was told. Her legs stretched painfully as she had to reach to the side. She worked the knots, her leg tendons pulling, her whole body jerking with pain. When she had the one off, it was easier, and she managed to get the second one free quickly. Still, she was out of breath and trying to gasp for air through her sobs as she stood back up and closed her legs.

Vince looked her over.

"You're going to be good," he said. "Just some more work to do. Now take my cock out."

Jeanette sobbed and obeyed, dropping to her knees submissively and reaching for the front of his pants. The size of his cock terrified her, but she allowed her fingers to pull at the zipper, easing it down until she could reach in and grab his prick.

When she felt it, her tenor got worse, because she couldn't even get her fingers fully around the enormous, thick cockshaft. She choked and moaned as she pulled it out, then broke into fresh tears at the sight of the fuckmeat she had to suck.

"Frightened, little whore?" Vince asked.

"It-it's so big!" Jeanette moaned, trying to caress the thick cock in her trembling fingers.

"Well, it's all going down your throat, you little bitch," he said, the solid hunk of cock surging in Jeanette's fingers.

"Oohh, no, please!" Jeanette whispered, closing her eyes and sobbing at the thought of choking on the massive prick.

"Oh, yes. You saw Cora do it, so you'll do it," Vince said.

"No, I can't, I can't!" Jeanette cried. "Please don't make me – please!"

"Come into the bedroom with me or go back over the chair," he said. "I don't mind whipping you until you see the light."

Jeanette fell to the floor, sobbing her heart out. She knew she would die if they put her back over the chair. She simply couldn't take any more pain. But she knew she couldn't take the cock, either. She wept bitterly, knowing there was no way out for her.

"Make your choice," Vince said. "If you don't get up in ten seconds, you're going back over the chair."

He didn't say any more, but Jeanette could feel the count going on in his head. She panicked and struggled up, shaking all over as she stood in front of him.

"Come with me," he said.

Jeanette shivered as she followed him.

Jeanette hid her face, but still saw the amused glance Robin shot at her as she stood up and climbed onto Galvin's legs, taking his cock and shoving it up her sucking cunt with one jab.

"Learn fast, Jeanette!" Robin yelled. "It saves a lot of pain, you stupid fucker!"

Jeanette sobbed and waited as Vince closed the door of her bedroom and turned to face her. He smiled nastily, running the whip through his fingers.

"Undress me," he said.

Jeanette could hear soft moans of lust from the other room as Stan worked his cock deep in Cora's shuddering shitter and Robin bucked up and down on Galvin's cock.

She got Vince's jacket off, then he sat down while she pulled his shoes and socks off. She put them aside and he allowed her to unbutton his shirt, ignoring her sniffles and moans. Finally she got his pants and briefs off, and was confronted with the full enormity of his cock.

Vince stood up, still holding the whip as he looked at Jeanette. "On your back on the bed!"

Jeanette's blonde hair fell over the edge of the bed as she lay there, staring up at him, wondering what horror be was going to inflict on her.

"Pull your legs up, open them and hold your ankles," he said.

Jeanette obeyed, her body shaking with fear and her pulse racing as she sank under the power of the terrible man. She held her ankles above her head, her whipped pussy and ass as open as they could be for him.

Almost casually, he dropped the tail of the whip into the crack of her pussy and drew it slowly over her flesh.

"You've got a choice, you little cunt," he said. "You can hold your ankles and keep your legs open, or you can let go and be tied up and gagged again. And that will be real painful. You're going to learn to obey if I have to beat the crap out of you. Got that?"

Jeanette shivered and moaned as the plaited tail of the whip dragged up over her pussylips, rubbing against her sensitive clit.

"Yes!" she whispered.

"Yes, master," Vince said.

"Yes, master!" she moaned.

"Suck my cock," he said, and slid the rockhard tip of his prick over her lips.

Jeanette sobbed as she flicked her tongue out and tasted the salty pre-cum at the edge of the tiny piss-slit in his cock. She clutched her ankles, hating herself and everybody else for the horror she was in. Vince pushed a little and his enormous cockhead pushed between her lips and into her mouth. She gasped and bucked on the bed, her jaws forced wide by the thick prickhead.

"Suck it like you mean it, whore," he said softly, still dragging the tail of the whip through her legs and letting it drop back down when the final, tiny knot had flicked past her clit. "Take it in and love it, you bitch, like all you wanna do in life is suck cock – or else!"

The whip dropped over her clit harder and Jeanette shivered, knowing the price of failure. She had no real idea of what to do, but she sucked at the cockhead. Her fingers gripped her ankles tightly, expecting another blow of the whip at any time.

"Better, better, but not good enough," he said. "Suck it like you mean it, or your ass and cunt are going to be real sore."

Jeanette moaned in horror and ran her tongue around the thick cockhead filling her mouth, her lips and cheeks sucking on it as if it was a gigantic piece of candy.

The whip dropped across her tits and Jeanette shuddered, shaking as she tried to do better, sucking like a fury at Vince's prick. The curling leather tail rolled across her throbbing flesh, dragging over her nipples, sending echoes of pain running through her body.

"Now you're getting it," Vince said softly. "That's good, suck it, whore, make me feel real good. You fuck up a blow-job, baby, and you'll get it real hard, got that?"

"Mmmmnnn!" Jeanette moaned frantically, the cock jerking around in her mouth.

"Now you take it into your throat," Vince said, thrusting his cock a little harder into her mouth. Then he drew it back and held the massive prickhead at her lips. "I'm being real nice putting you at this angle. Your throat's a straight line, so you can get it in easy. So say thank you."

"Thank you!" Jeanette groaned, then screamed, rolling a little on the bed as the whip spun up and circled. "Thank you, master! Please, don't, master, thank you, master!"

"Hold your ankles," Vince said. "It's one stroke now for forgetting, two strokes the next time. Don't move, or else."

Jeanette shuddered and sobbed, gripping her ankles as she watched the horrible leather lash down between her thighs. It bit in a curling arc over her ass and pussy, sending her leaping as she moaned and tried not to scream with the pain.

"Thank you, master!" she moaned, her ass and pussy aching with pain.

"Good," he said, and pushed his cock in, filling her mouth and pushing his prickhead at her throat.

Jeanette rolled on the bed, only just keeping the grip on her ankles, almost throwing up as she struggled with his cock.

"Take it, whore, take it!" he shouted, and the whip dropped back down between her thighs, running over her cunt.

He pushed and his cock thrust at Jeanette's throat. She gagged again, moaning in pain as she held her ankles, keeping her legs as wide as she could.

But it was no good. She bucked and jerked, but her throat stayed closed as he worked his cock in. She had her eyes closed, but she could feel the stroke of the whip as it lashed down. It cut across her clit, beating the most terrible agony into her body. She screamed into Vince's cock, her body jerking and her throat spasming.

"That's better," he said, and pushed again, lashing the helpless blonde.

Jeanette leaped and screamed, her throat spasming. It was almost a luxury to be able to scream as loud as she wanted, since her voice was muffled by Vince's cock. But it was only at the third thrust and lash on her clit that she realized her spasming throat was taking the enormous prick. Her head spun as he pushed and lashed her, and she felt her neck bulging as his thick cockhead fucked into her throat.

Jeanette's ass jerked up, her thighs spread wider and her hands pulled desperately at her ankles. The whip landed, lashing into her pussy, and her throat opened farther, allowing almost half of Vince's enormous prick between her lips.

"Now that's good," Vince said, and whipped the terrified blonde once more, driving his cock back in, the whole of his massive cock vanishing into Jeanette's throat. "Now suck me off, whore, take my cum!"

The whip lashed up and down, cutting into Jeanette's ass and pussy with hard, continuous strokes. Her screams were continuous too, coming out from around the enormous prick that fucked in and out of her mouth.

Her pussy rang with agony, but the passion still surged. Lust and burning pleasure were taking over. Her throat opened, and she sucked like crazy on the massive cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Spasms of lust erupted in her cunt as the whip lashed her, her excitement growing with each lash and each thrust of Vince's cock.

"Ooohh, you whore, take it and come, bitch! Come and show me what a bitch you are! Take all my cummmm!" His arm blurred as he whipped the screaming, spuming blonde with harder strokes.

The climax burst over Jeanette in another tidal wave she was helpless to fight. She spun out of control, sucking Vince's cock to the depths of her throat, her cunt throbbing and bucking up for the lashes of the whip. His cock lurched in her mouth, surging and swelling, and suddenly the first jet of Vince's cum was pouring out into her throat.

"Oohhh, that's better, whore, you're learning!" Vince yelled as he moved the whip in circles.

His cum burst out of his piss-silt and shot into Jeanette's throat as she clutched her ankles and came, her throat spasming around his cockhead.

Jeanette rolled on the bed as the cum filled her mouth, her mind swirling with the most unbearable lust.

Vince pulled his shooting cock back, his prick ball filling her mouth, pouring out cum all over her tongue, filing the inside of her cheeks. In the fury of her climaxing lust, Jeanette swallowed the hot spunk, tasting it with horrible delight.

"Fuuuuck, yeaaahhh, you bitch!" Vince roared, and lashed Jeanette's cunt.

The whip lashed in, his hot jizz filled her mouth and the final bursts of climax surged over her, sending Jeanette into a screaming fit as she hit the top of her orgasm and rushed over, her pussy held up for the whip and her thighs spread wide. There was a last beat of the whip, a last muffled scream, and it was over.

She lay there, sucking at Vince's cockhead, his cum all over her lips as she came down, sobbing with a mixture of shame and satisfaction that had her totally confused.

Vince held his cock to her lips and made her clean it.

"You're learning," he said.