Two mothers to torment

CHAPTER TWO

Donna was hysterical as the men gathered menacingly around her. She struggled against the bonds, screaming into the gag, her legs trembling with outright terror. Her eyes stared in utter despair as Adam strolled up to her, a small knotted cat in his hand.

"Now that's a pair of tits," he said, running his other hand over the front of Donna's straining blouse. "They're gonna get a lot of use today, baby, so you ready for a long day's fuck into night? Huh?"

Donna gurgled and wept, her face contorted with fear.

Adam reached up and undid the straps of the gag, letting it pull away.

Donna stared for a second at the ring of male faces, all looking at her body. She screamed, her body shaking on the pillar, her hands pulling desperately at the bonds.

"Stop that!" Adam said, his voice snapping over Donna's hysterical wails.

But Donna was too far gone. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body shaking.

Almost casually, Adam reached out and took a grip on both sides of the neck of her blouse. He ripped, tearing the buttons of the blouse and scattering them all over the floor.

"No, no, no!" Donna screeched, her eyes wild, her body shaking constantly.

Adam took hold of her white bra, held the cups for a moment and heaved. The clip between Donna's large tits held for a moment, then gave, tearing open to reveal Donna's tit-mounds.

"Fuuuuck!" one of the men gasped. "That sure is a pair of jugs!"

Donna's wails went on uninterrupted as the man stared at her huge tits. Her tits were still very firm and hardly drooped at all. They had a ripe, melon fullness and didn't need the support of a bra. Now they swung wildly as Donna screamed again, seeming to be unaware of what was going on around her.

Adam took the cat, swung it and lashed it across Donna's jutting tit-mounds, beating red lines of agony into her soft white flesh.

The effect was immediate. Donna lurched, her body spasming as the cat bit into her tits. She gave a short sharp scream and stopped dead, staring at Adam, her tits heaving as she panted for breath.

"Now that I've got your attention," Adam said, "how would you like to show us what's under the rest of your clothes. If it's as good as your tits, you'll have cocks up you all day and night. Scarlette, come here."

"Yes, Adam," the dark-haired little slut replied, rushing up. She was still wearing her slip, though it was badly torn, and her bobby sox and high heels, but that was all. She pouted at him and worked one of her nipples in her fingers. "Adam not angry with me is he?"

"You said your mom was ugly, and look at her!" Adam snapped, waving the cat in Donna's helpless face.

"Oh, Adam, don't be angry!" Scarlette gasped. "I mean… she's my mom."

She pouted and twirled a little, giving the man gathered around a good look at her young lovely body.

"We have to show your mom how bad you were to say a thing like that," Adam said. "You must have your nipples clamped and your ass fucked until your mother is undressed."

Scarlette gave a gurgling gasp. She held her nipples, her body shaking, half in fear, half in lust.

"Yes, Adam," she whispered. "Should I go and get the clamps?"

"Yes." Adam watched the dark-haired girl rush away.

A hand ran round the pillar and over Imogene's tits, caressing her through her dress.

"If this is what Scarlette gets for lying, just think what Lana is gonna get for lying about you," said a soft voice.

Imogene gasped. She recognized Clark at once, and almost immediately he came into view, his hand running over her body, his eyes alight with lust.

"With a body and face like yours, it's criminal that it doesn't get any use. But we'll change all that." Clark took hold of the top button of Imogene's dress and eased it open, so softly that she hardly noticed.

She was terrified, but she stared back at her tormentor and pulled against the bonds, trying hopelessly to get them open.

"And what did she say about me?" she hissed.

"Oh, that you were just horrible, and she thought her dad was right to walk out on you, things like that," he said slowly, easing the next button of Imogene's dress open, revealing the beginning of her cleavage. "And she said you hadn't been fucked in five years or so, or was it ten? I can't remember, but she said you were a frustrated old bitch. How about that?"

His fingers played with the next button of her dress and Imogene burst into tears.

"The little whore!" she spat. "What have you done to her? How did you do this?"

"We didn't." Clark smiled. "They seduced one of our executives one Saturday, and we took it from there. Horny little minies." He eased the sides of Imogene's dress open. "But that's modern youth for you, isn't it?"

His hand played with the frilly top of Imogene's bra, easing her slip down to get at it.

"Now watch this, it's going to be very educational. And don't utter a word or I'll put the gag on and whip you five times harder than that friend of yours is going to get it."

Slowly, but almost brutally, Clark slid between Imogene and the pillar, pushing her body out so that even more of a strain came to her arms. She moaned as he pulled her body into position, her back to him, her ass pressing into the front of his pants. He spread his legs until Imogene could feel his enormous thick cock pressing into her ass through her dress. She almost choked as the thick hunk of prick pushed into her ass crack. It seemed to her as if there was a foot of cock, and that it was hard and thick enough to spilt her wide open.

She stifled a sob, trying to keep silent. She was sure that Clark would whip her if she cried out.

His hands slid over her bra and eased the top down, away from her tits. She shivered, struggling against the bonds, shivering with helpless tenor. His hands wandered over her luscious tit-mounds, caressing the soft, thrusting flesh. Imogene had great tits.

"Now watch," he whispered, his cock pressing into her ass, his fingers rolling over her nipples.

Scarlette came back and stood close to Adam, her tits heaving, her eyes glazed with strange emotions. He looked her up and down and turned back to Donna who still hung on the pillar in a state of shock.

"Now, how about taking the rest of your clothes off for us while Scarlette here gets her ass fucked?"

"Let me go!" Donna wailed, pulling at the bonds, staring desperately at the ring of men who came in closer, their eyes on her body. Adam lashed Donna across the tits again, beating more thin lines and dots of pain into her flesh.

This time Donna screamed wildly, her body heaving, her tits bouncing around. "Noooo! Please!"

Adam continued whipped her tits, beating the knots into her large areolas and budding nipples. "Tell us how much you want to take your clothes off for us!"

"Aaaghhh – you beast!" Donna screamed, her red sore tits bobbing violently.

"Remember," Adam said and lashed her large mounds hard, "that Scarlette will be wearing nipple clamps while you perform. If you fuck around, I'll give her the whip afterwards and let her loose on you."

Clark's fingers rolled Imogene's nipples tightly. Already pain was washing out and over the bound woman, but there was nothing she could do.

"The same will go for you when we get to you," Clark said softly. "Think about it."

Imogene bit her lip, but she couldn't stop a groan from escaping.

"What did you say?" Clark asked, pulling her nipple hard.

"Nothing!" Imogene gasped, her body shaking, her ass rubbing up and down against his cock.

"Good," he said, "keep watching."

Adam lashed the cat into Donna's tits with long hard strokes, beating the huge swinging mounds of tit-flesh from one side to another while Donna screamed in pain and terror.

"Tell us how much you want to take your clothes off and show us your wonderful body!" Adam whipped the screaming woman again.

"Aaagghhhh! Aaahhh! Stop, stop! I will, I will!" Donna screamed, her tits bouncing around to the delight of the watching men.

"Tell us how much you want to show us!" Adam insisted, lashing her swelling tits.

"Yes, I do, I do!" Donna wailed. "Aaaggghhh! Let me show you, please!"

"Better," Adam said sarcastically. He stopped the cat and left the gasping, weeping Donna hanging there. He looked at Scarlette. "Clamp time."

"Yes, Adam," Scarlette whispered. She turned to one of the men closest to her and held out a tiny clamp to him. "Would you like to put this on me?"

He took the nipple clamp and grinned at the shaking girl. Slowly he gripped the top of her slip and tore the flimsy material, ripping it almost to her waist, so that he could get right to her tits. Then he worked his fingers over Scarlette's nipples, drawing them out to make them hard.

"Remember," Adam said to Donna, "this is for you, because she said such horrible things about you."

"J-j-just let us go!" Donna sobbed.

"Now?" Adam said in mock incredulity. "But you only just got here."

Donna broke into fresh sobs as he turned away. All eyes were on Scarlette and the man with the clamp.

The man was finally satisfied that her nipples were hard enough. He took the clamp, sliding the tiny jaws around Scarlette's tight round buds. Scarlette gasped and moaned as he took hold of the screw and turned it, tightening the jaws on her nipple flesh. He twisted the screw again and the jaws bit, chewing into Scarlette's nipple. She moaned and tears started in her eyes. Behind her back, her hands twisted as she tried to control herself.

The man turned the screw once more and Scarlette screamed in pain, her body shaking, her hands twisting wildly.

"Not bad," Adam said, "and now the next one."

"Yes, Adam," Scarlette moaned, her dark hair tossing around her beautiful face as she walked away from the first man and over to another man. "Would you like to put this on for me?"

He took the clamp and slid the jaws around Scarlette's other nipple. She was moaning in pain as he began tightening it, the jaws closing relentlessly on her pointed tit-bud. He twisted the jaws hard, and Scarlette gave a shriek of pain, shaking violently and bursting into floods of tears.

"Now, over here and over that," Adam said, pointing to a waist-high, padded gym horse. "Spread your legs and offer yourself."

Donna was gasping, her fingers trembling as she tried to stop herself from pulling at the nipple clamps. She slid face-dawn over the horse, gripping the surface as she pushed her ass up, the dark pit of her shit-hole showing deep between her asscheeks.

"W-would anybody like to fuck my ass while they watch?" she moaned.

"Sure, baby," said a large man in a shirt and blue suit pants.

He came up to her and slid his zipper down, easing out his long thick cock. For a few moments he slid it between Scarlette's asscheeks. Then he stepped back and spanked Scarlette across the ass, his hand beating a tattoo into her assflesh while she moaned and jerked on the back of the horse.

"Come on, bitch!" he gasped. "Show Mommy what a whore you really are!"

His hard hand spanked her, the sound ringing around the room. Scarlette's ass was flaming red as she moaned and heaved on the horse. Her ass lunged up for the man's hand as he spanked her, and soon she was moaning with the most depraved arousal.

"Yeaaahhh, whore!" The man worked his cock as he spanked her. "Come on, show Mommy!"

Adam took the bonds and undid Donna's hands. She dropped to the floor, her hands covering and caressing her tits while she moaned in terror and pain.

Adam grabbed her dark hair and pulled her head up. "Watch this, bitch. This is who your daughter [missing text]."

He held Donna on her knees, puffing her head into his crotch, making sure she saw it all.

The man was spanking Scarlette faster, his hand flashing up and down as he roared with delight, his hard palm beating into her tight asscheeks.

Scarlette was yelling and moaning, her fingers twisting on the nipple clamps, her ass heaving back.

"Bastard!" she wailed. "You're making me come, you bastard! You think you can do anything to me, don't you? Aaahhhh! Qhhh, fuck, I'm coming!"

With great wails of lust, she hunched on the gym horse, her ass jerking wildly as the man spanked her as hard as he could, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, his cock throbbing, as hard as an iron pole.

"Whaaaahhhh!" Scarlette screamed, jerking with depraved passion. "Ooohhh, you shit eating fucker! I'm coommmiiinnggg!"

With a long series of screams Scarlette climaxed and collapsed, panting over the gym horse, her body still wracked with shuddering orgasms.

"Now for your ass," the man said, then slid his cock to the entrance of Scarlette's shitter. She moaned as his cockhead worked into her shit-pit.

"Get up and perform," Adam said to Donna, pulling her up, the sides of her torn blouse and bra swinging around as she staggered. "And remember, you fuck up, and Scarlette gets to whip you. She'll love that."

Donna moaned as she was pushed into a spotlight, but there was one further interruption on that postponed her humiliation.

Lana swaggered into the circle. "Sorry about my slip," she said to Adam, "but some fucker ripped it right off me."

Lana bent over the back of a low sofa, leaning out so that she could see everything that was going on. She gathered cushions so she could lean her young tits on them.

"Come on, boys," she challenged, "free fucks, either hole, until Adam gives me my punishment. I'll show you how much I can take."

Instantly one of the men rushed up to the little blonde nympho and slid his cock into her hot little cunt. Lana gave a moan of lust and hugged the cushions.

"Come on, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard! Fill me up with that cock of yours!"

Imogene wept as she saw her daughter behaving in such a disgusting way. But she was in enough trouble, even with Donna taking most of the heat right then. Clark's hand had run down her body and was sliding up under her dress, caressing the nylon of her stockings and the silky skin of her thighs above her stocking tops. She sobbed while her thighs trembled and Clark pulled her unwilling body harder against his cock.

"Slowly," Adam said to Donna, pushing her back into the spotlight.

Donna looked at the circle of men, then at her daughter lying face down over the horse, her ass slowly being filled with the man's thick cock. Donna shuddered, tears running down her face, but she silently eased what remained of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let it drop. It was followed by her bra, and she stood with her luscious tits at last fully revealed.

"Go up to that man there and offer to let him feel your tits and take your skirt off," Adam ordered.

With Scarlette moaning in passion only a few feet away, Donna staggered up to the man and wept as she tried to speak. He was already partially undressed, and his cock stuck out of his pants. He ran his hands over Donna's tits, making her moan as they scraped her whipped titflesh.

Without warning, he slapped Donna's titmounds, beating them around viciously. "Ask me, bitch!"

"Aaahhh! Please, please! Feel my tits or… or… take my skirt off!" Donna sobbed as she tried to remember all she had been told.

"Silly cunt," the man added, then slapped her tit-mound once more to make his point.

He took hold of the belt to Donna's skirt and opened it, then reached around and undid the zipper. As Donna stood there sobbing, the skirt dropped down her legs, showing her little waist slip and her stockings underneath that.

"Hey, get that off!" one of the men shouted, and Donna's trembling hands went to the waistband of her slip and started to pull it over her swelling asscheeks.

"Jeez! Look at that body!" someone gasped. "And nobody's fucked it in years!"

Donna was almost hysterical as she stepped out of her slip and stood before their staring eyes in nothing but her panties, stockings and high heels.

"Get your hands down!" Adam snapped, then slashed the cat across Donna's tight panties, whipping her ass hard.

"Aaahhh!" Donna sobbed, quickly dropping her hands away from her tits.

"Take a good look, boys." Adam smiled. "She's as good as virgin, they both are."

The men roared with laughter and several of them pushed closer, their eyes devouring Donna's helpless body until she was sobbing uncontrollably.

As the men gathered around Donna, Scarlette screamed with agony and delight as her ass was reamed out and her nipple-clamped tits rubbed against the gym horse. Her gurgles rang around the room as the man's cock slammed into her shitter, pushing to the limit, so that his heavy balls slapped her asscheeks at the top of each stroke.

"Uuuurrghhhh!" Scarlette moaned, her nipples wracked with pain, her ass thrusting back for the invading cock. "Uuurrgghh! Fill me up, baby! Fill my ass up – ooohhhhh!"

Over the sofa back, Lana's hot little cunt sucked the cum out of the man's balls like a suction pump. She shrieked in pride and ecstasy as she came, clutching her tits, her hips jerking in orgasm.

"Yeahhhh!" she yelled. "Yeahhh! Come on! Get that cum up my cunt! Come on – fill me up, honey! Gimme cum! Cum! Cuuumm! Yeahhh!"

With another shriek of passion, she climaxed, her tits heaving over the cushions while the man fucking her gasped and thrust as he lost control.

"Bitch, bitch!" he roared. "Fuck – this hole's outa sight! Fuuuck, you gotta have this ooohhh!"

His cock poured out masses of hot jism into Lana's sucking tight cunt, jerking and rasping over her pussywalls as his load filled her fuck-hole.

"Ooohhh, God! Please, help me!" Donna sobbed as the crowd of men got closer to her shivering body. She somehow managed to keep her hands down, but her entire body was shaking and terrified.

"On the table, bitch!" Adam snapped, running the cat over the hard wooden surface.

Donna turned. It was an ordinary-looking table, apart from the bonds at each corner and at intervals along the side. She burst into helpless tears.

"Please, I beg you!" she wept. "Stop! Let me go, please!"

Adam nodded and two of the men grabbed her, rushing her over to the table and slamming her face-down over it. One of them held her hair, pushing her face down while she sobbed and wept.

The cat lashed her ass, beating into the flesh through the thin panties.

"When I tell you to do anything, you say, yes, Adam, yes!" Adam whipped Donna again. "Now say it!"

He lashed the shrieking, sobbing woman again.

"Please, please!" Donna wept and screamed as the cat lashed her, beating into her ass until she was shrieking in constant pain. "Yes, Adam, yes! Yes! I'll do it! I will!"

Donna sobbed as the man let go of her hair and the cat stopped.

"Now get up and get over to where you were," Adam instructed.

"Yes, Adam, yes!" Donna sobbed, then went back to where she had been standing, the men leaning in close to her.

"I'm sure you'll never be that silly," Clark said softly, his hands still playing over Imogene's helpless body. One set of fingers worked her nipples while his other hand worked her pussy through the thin material of her panties. "You understand that, orders must be obeyed, don't you?"

"Yes, yes!" Imogene gasped.

Imogene strained against the bonds, trying to get his hands off her body. It was such a horrible feeling that she almost passed out. Her dress was up over her thighs as his fingers played with her pussy, working in, rubbing the hard bud of her clit. Her body writhed in disgust at the touch, but there were also sparks of a strange passion mingled with it. She sobbed and bit her lip, trying to keep quiet.

Adam lashed the cat into Donna's thighs. "Now, on the table!"

"Yes, Adam, yes!" Donna screamed and rushed to obey.

"On your back!" he ordered, and the terrified woman lay on her back on the table. "Pull your legs up and spread them!"

Donna gasped and sobbed, but she eased her knees up and spread her thighs.

"Move your ass down." Adam waited until Donna's ass hung over the end of the table. "Now, get your legs right up."

Donna was choking with fear as she lifted her legs and spread them wide, her knees locked straight. She waited on the table, a specimen for all their lusts. Two men took her ankles and pulled them almost to the level of her face before they lashed them into bonds.

Donna was weeping and sobbing as her ass was thrust up, her panties stretching to the limit.

To make sure she didn't move, Adam took another of the bonds and put it across her waist, lashing her tightly to the table top. He stepped back and surveyed the sobbing Donna, who was held tight on her back on the table, her legs pulled wide on either side of her head and lashed down, her body straining with pain.

"Now, when Tim's finished with your daughter's ass, we'll have those panties off and get down to some serious fucking." Adam ran the cat over Donna's tits. "Hold them, push them up for me!"

"Yes, Adam, yes!" Donna sobbed, and she held her tits hard, pushing them together, holding them up for her tormentor.

He opened a drawer in the table and took out a thin rod, about three feet long. It was so thin that it trembled in his hand as he laid it across Donna's nipples. Then he ran it down over Donna's trembling body to her wide-open pussy, which was only protected by her panties.

"Fuck," he said, "we're gonna have such a good time, aren't we?"