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CHAPTER NINE
Sandra walked over to Roland, her ass swaying, her legs pacing with perfect precision. She put her hands on her hips and stared right at him, a wide grin on her face.
"Got you now, fucker!" she snarled. "You can't break me. I'm gonna see you in jail, shit-face. You can't hold us forever, and then I'm gonna expose your ass." She laughed. "So, what're you gonna do? Kill us?"
"You still don't get it, do you?" Zenda said, her eyes bright as she watched the newly arrogant Sandra. "Do you know who you are?"
"Knock it off!" Sandra snapped. "I just wanna know if this asshole is gonna give in, or if he wants to be a real man and give me more shit before I have him and his pals arrested for rape, abduction, kidnapping, you name it." She threw her hair back and tried to stare Roland down. "You gotta learn," Zenda said softly, moving closer to Sandra, her robe open, her dark hair rather mussed. "I'm gonna have to teach you who you are, you stupid cunt."
"Get the fuck away from me," Sandra said, pushing at Zenda.
But Sandra had gotten too confident. Instantly Zenda had her by the wrist and twisted her over, face-down. She was struggling to avoid falling to her knees.
"Lemme go, you cunt! Lemme go!" Sandra yelled, twisting against Zenda's grip. "You fucker!"
Zenda gave a vicious twist and forced her to her knees.
"I'll kill you, cunt!" Sandra gasped, her face a picture of rage.
"Let me whip the bitch!" Desiree screamed, coming to life on the table, pulling her torn blouse back over her tits.
"You'll be lucky if I let you lick her ass, you dumb bitch." Zenda said. "Now get the fuck in there and get some lunch ready." She dropped down to the floor, holding Sandra by her arm, pressing on her elbow, forcing the brunette's face close to the floor. "You gotta learn, bitch. Now, we can do this two ways. You do as I tell you and learn, or I get them to tie you up and start that way. Well?"
"You'll never get me to beg," Sandra rasped, "I will," Zenda whispered softly into her ear.
"You can whip me as much as you like, cunt, but I'll never beg for mercy." Sandra was gasping, her tits heaving out of the low-cut uniform, the hem of it already rising up over her ass, showing her crimson buns.
"I know," Zenda said, her teeth chewing with restrained power at Sandra's ear, "but you'll beg."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sandra snarled, struggling helplessly against Zenda's greater strength.
"Wanna do it with me and see?" Zenda whispered. "Come on, you're too grown-up to go for all those bonds and shit now. You can take it, right on your ass, and never beg me to stop."
"All right, shit-face! Show me! Do your worst!" Sandra cried.
Zenda let go of her elbow at once, and Sandra stood up to face the strutting dominatrix.
"Get on the horse," Zenda said, pointing to the apparatus that had stood unused so far. "And get that dildo up your cunt. If you're really into it, you'll force that thing right through your panties."
Sandra gasped and looked at the padded sawhorse. The massive dildo had terrified her when she first saw it. Now it sent shivers of terrible lust through her. Her cunt was suddenly wet and her legs shivered. She went over to it and leaned on the end. The dildo was just a little higher than her pussy, so her feet would be off the floor. She would have to stretch her legs around the padded top. She looked around the room.
Hazel still knelt at Kevin's feet, her soft lips running over his cock as if nothing had happened. Kevin's eyes were glazed as he looked down at the lovely chestnut-haired nurse sucking his cock as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Beside Kevin stood Malcolm and Chuck, waiting as Hazel's mouth moved slowly over the hardening flesh of Kevin's prick.
"Our turn," Malcolm said. "You've sucked his cock enough."
Hazel started a little, coming back from the dream world she had been in. "Yes, yes," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. How do you want me?" She got up and opened the neck of her uniform a little more, showing most of the delicious curves of her tits. "Please, take me any way you want."
Malcolm and Chuck's cocks swelled harder as they watched the little slave nurse open the front of her fantasy uniform, button by button, showing the lacy outline of her slip and the wonderful curves of her body. "Would you like me to take it off?" she whispered. "I'll show you anything you want."
"Yeah," Malcolm said hoarsely. "Yeah, take it off. And the bra and panties."
"Yes, sir, yes," Hazel gasped, shivering as soft pulses of desire rolled over her.
She was obeying the men, her masters, and that made her pussy drool. She pulsed with a mild climax as she slid the uniform off her shoulders and down to the floor. She spread her legs, easing up the hem of her slip, sliding her fingers over the taut, wet crotch of her panties. She gasped and came again, her fingers rubbing gently on her pussy, her legs trembling and shaking in the white high heels.
"Get your bra and panties off or there'll be trouble," Malcolm said.
"Yes, sir, sorry, sir."
Hazel reached for the top of her panties, sliding them down over her ass and down her legs, the echoes of passion still rushing through her. They got stronger as she saw the lust in the men's eyes-and all of it for her. She was turn- ing them on, and yet she was their slave. The bizarre emotions overwhelmed her and she moaned as she reached for the clasp of her bra, right between her lovely, massive tits. She opened it and slid the straps down her arms, under the straps of the slip, holding her tits until the cups of the bra could come away, leaving her lovely tit-globes in nothing but the flimsy, lacy top of the white slip.
The men watched as she stood submissively and waited for their command.
They grabbed her and pushed her down over the low back of a chair. Hazel shivered and gasped, spreading her ass as Malcolm ran his cock over her clit and then rammed it right into her fuck-hole. Tremors of lust shook her as her pussy was spread and fucked by his massive thick prick. And then there was another prick, pushing at her lips as Chuck took hold of her hair and shoved. With a moan of submission, Hazel opened her mouth and let his thick cock slide into her mouth. She sucked at it, feeling Malcolm's cock working in her hot wet cunt, Malcolm's hands on her sore ass-cheeks, kneading them, sending shudders of pain over her.
But a little pain wasn't going to stop Hazel now. The wonderful feeling of being used, abused, fucked whichever way the guys wanted was sending her out of her mind. Already, shivers of new climax were pulsing through her, and each rasping fuck-thrust of the two cocks sent the sensations higher. She gasped and moaned, letting Chuck's prick slide into her throat, sucking at his prick as it got harder and thicker, throbbing with rising force.
"Uuuuurrrhh, fuck!" Chuck gasped, fucking at Hazel's throat harder, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "What the hell happened to this cunt? Jeeez, she sucks! Fuck, she sucks good!"
"Her cunt's hotter than hell, too," Malcolm gasped, fucking his prick deep in Hazel's cunt. "Fuckin' Christ, she's incredible!"
The two of them groaned and fucked their cocks into Hazel's mouth and cunt, then they turned as Zenda came back into the room with the long-tailed whip. The tall dominatrix went over to where Sandra moaned and heaved, her panties pushing into her cunt on the tip of the massive dildo.
"Get it up you!" Zenda snapped. "Come on, get that dildo up you!"
Sandra moaned and pushed her pussy at the dildo. The tip of the massive imitation cock was right at the wet entrance of her cunt but, even with her feet off the floor and her thighs on either side of the padded sawhorse, she couldn't get her panties to split and let it into her throbbing cunt.
"Get it up you, bitch!" Zenda demanded as she lashed the whip across Sandra's tight ass.
Sandra growled with terrible lust and rocked on the dildo, her whole body straining.
"Get it up you!" Zenda snarled, and she whipped Sandra again.
"Ahhhhh!" Sandra hissed as the thin tail cut into her tight, whipped ass-cheeks. She jerked and heaved-and her panties ripped as the tip of the dildo rammed through. "Urrrhhhh!"
She moaned as the huge rubber prick forced its way into her sucking cuntal channel. She slid down the length of the dildo, gasping as the thick rubber cock filled her cunt. Her thighs gripped the leather sides of the sawhorse and she slid forward, ramming her ass up for the whip. She rubbed her body over the top of the sawhorse, moaning as the leather drove her wild with passion. The whip lashed her ass, and her little uniform hem jumped as the leather bit past it. Sandra groaned, rubbing herself on the leather sawhorse, another red line curling around her ass. The panties she wore were almost transparent anyway, and the full effect of the whip could be seen through them. With another moan of passion, Sandra ripped apart the front of her uniform and tore her bra open. She rubbed her tits on the sawhorse, gasping as her nipples rasped on the hard leather.
"Go on, bitch!" she screamed. "You can't win, you can't make me beg!"
Zenda laughed and lashed the whip into Sandra's ass. The brunette nurse groaned and heaved, her ass jerking, her body rocking on the sawhorse. Zenda started a rapid lashing, driving the leather tail into Sandra's whipped ass with hard strokes. Sandra gasped, guttural screams of passion bursting out of her throat. Her ass heaved and jerked and her panties began to tear under the assault of the leather whip. Her ass almost glowed with the terrible redness, and one of the old cuts opened up, spreading more blood into the white of her tearing briefs. J'Aaahhhhh, yessss, yes!" she gasped. "Go on, do it! You won't make me beg, you bitch! You can whip me as hard and long as you like. I can take it! Yesss, yessss!" She gave a low scream and started to spasm with the beginning of another depraved climax.
Zenda stopped whipping her.
Sandra didn't notice for a moment. She fucked her cunt on the dildo, her tits rubbing at the leather of the sawhorse. Then she gasped and turned, starting at Zenda. "Gave up, huh, fuck-face?" she asked.
Zenda grinned and stood, her hands on her hips, the whip curling down to the floor. "Yeah," she said. "You can go report us to the police now."
Sandra laughed and gasped, ramming her cunt down on the dildo, her pussy spasming on the thick rubber.
"Yeahhhhh!" she rasped. "Yeahhhhh!" She rocked and fucked, rubbing her nipples on the hard leather. But something was wrong.
Her orgasm was fading and she couldn't make it come back, however hard she fucked her cunt on the dildo or rasped her nipples on the leather top of the sawhorse. She moaned and felt a sob rushing up in her throat. Frantically, she pumped her pussy up and down on the rubber cock. She gripped her nipples, rolling and squeezing them with all the strength she had, but still it wasn't enough. Her passion burned and flickered, fading away slowly.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked, running the whip through her fingers.
"You bitch!" Sandra whispered, sobbing a little as she heaved and fucked the dildo. Her ass burned, but she still needed more.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked, walking slowly closer to the jerking, moaning nurse.
"Aaahhhhh!" Sandra screamed, lurching with helpless and unrestrained fury on the dildo.
"Come on, tell me what you want," Zenda whispered in Sandra's ear. "I know what it is. You know ... we all know ... so tell us." She bit Sandra's ear, pulling at the flesh.
"Uurrrrhhhh! You bitch, you fucking bitch!" Sandra sobbed, her pussy sucking at the dildo, her fingers twisting her nipples.
Zenda stepped back and lashed the whip across Sandra's ass. Sandra screamed with lust, jumping around, her ass heaving. Then she fell back as Zenda leaned in again.
"What do you want?" Zenda asked calmly.
Sandra gasped, her ass burning, her whole body throbbing with terrible desire. Finally, she understood the trap Zenda had her in. No wonder Zenda was sure she'd get her to beg. Sandra fought, but she had come too far. She knew she had to confess in the end, break down. She gritted her teeth and turned to Zenda.
"I'll get you, you bitch!" she hissed. "You trapped me."
"You trapped yourself . . . now get out of it," Zenda said. She took the handle of the whip and slid it over Sandra's mouth. "Kiss it and beg, and I'll give you the time of your life."
The smell of leather rushed up Sandra's nostrils and she broke.
"Aaahhh, whip me!" she screamed. "Whip me, you fucker!"
"Say please," Zenda said as Sandra's mouth ran over the whip handle as if it were a cock.
"Uuurrrhhh, please, please, whip me, please!" Sandra begged, her cunt fucking madly on the dildo, the hem of her uniform flicking over her crimson ass. "Come on, please!" She slobbered and mewled over the whip handle.
"Now do you see who you are?" Zenda whispered.
"Yes, yes!" Sandra sobbed helplessly.
"So, no more shit about calling the police, right?"
"Yes, right, no more!" Sandra wept, her mouth running savagely over the whip handle.
"In fact, you're gonna be down here every chance you get-for more, right?"
"Urrrhhh! Yesssss!" Sandra screamed. "Now whip me, please! I wanna come, please! And gimme a cock to suck, for God's sake!"
Roland grabbed Sandra's brunette hair and slid his cock between her open lips, fucking it right into her throat without resistance.
Hazel screamed with fuck-lust, her ass jerking back for the whip. She tensed, then screamed around Roland's prick as the thin leather beat into her ass-flesh. Her throat spasmed and Roland laughed, pulling her head back up.
"Got you, bitch," he said.
"You don't know from bitch!" Sandra snarled, moaning with lust as the whip cut her ass again. The orgasm was building in her and her head was spinning. "I'll be the biggest bitch you ever . . . aaahhh, yessss . . . you ever had at work! And you'll only have a few days to get me back!"
She laughed and screamed as she climaxed, her ass throbbing to the beat of the leather.
"I'll get you!" Roland said holding her mouth at his cock-head.
Sandra laughed and came, pulling her hair out of his grip and ramming her lips down the length of his fucker. The climaxes washed over her, exploding from her ass with each stroke of the whip, from her pussy as it sucked at the dildo and from her nipples as they rubbed at the hard leather of the sawhorse. Her throat pumped at Roland's cock and he gasped with pleasure, the cum surging in his balls.
Chuck gasped as his streams of cum shot into Hazel's sucking mouth. The little nurse took it all, running the creamy cum over her lips before she swallowed it. Then she licked and sucked his cock-head clean with soft strokes, her lips caressing his prick-flesh.
"Fuck, what happened to you?" Chuck gasped.
"Oh, sir, I'm just a slave," Hazel gasped as she came again with Malcolm's cock fucking in and out of her cunt. "I have to do what I'm told. Everything I'm told, sir."
She climaxed again, her pussy-walls sucking over Malcolm's cock as his jizz started up his cock-shaft.
"Everything you're told?" Kevin asked.
"Everything," Hazel gasped, her lovely tits bouncing while Malcolm shot his cum-load in her cunt and sent her shivering into more orgasms. "Anything you want, I have to give you."
"Then you come here every time we tell you to," Malcolm said as his cock shot his hot jism into Hazel's throbbing fuck-pit.
"Yes, sir! Of course, sir!" Hazel moaned, her mouth still running over Chuck's cock-head.
"Jeezus Christ!" Malcolm bellowed. His fingers dug deep into Hazel's whipped ass-cheeks as the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock. "You disobey and you'll be punished. Got that?"
"Oh, yes, sir," Hazel sighed, rocking her ass back at him. "But I'll be the best little slave you ever had, I promise! Just tell me what I have to do."
Malcolm glanced across the room to where Sandra's screaming throat was taking a gushing load of Roland's cum as her ass beat back for the whip.
"Fuckin' hell!" he gasped. "It's only Saturday morning. "We've got the whole weekend!"
THE END