Robert's eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, yeah," he said, "oh, yeah, baby." Eagerly leaning forward, he spread Brenda's solid thighs with each large hand, bringing his mouth to her pussy. She was aromatic with desire and he inhaled with pleasure as he tongued her.
Jane was swinging slightly, her body slowly twisting in its rope and chains. Brenda grabbed Robert's head and gyrated her hips into him, breathing hard. She came fast, her eyes glued to the young woman in the blood red bondage. Without ceremony she pushed Robert back from her body. He sat back, grinning, his face wet with his own saliva and her juices. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he said, "Done already? You must have been aching for that one."
Brenda smiled sheepishly down at him. She had been so horny it hurt! That one little orgasm had only taken the edge off. But now it was Robert's turn to do as he liked with the slave, and Brenda knew it would be good.
First he took a large vibrator and lubed it up. Jane's legs were spread so that her pussy was easily accessible. He pressed the hard plastic phallus against her lips, easing in the tip, pressing it until he
drew a grunt from the girl, who tried, unsuccessfully, to close her legs. He slid it in as far as he could and then flipped the switch at the base, letting it buzz into life.
Brenda licked her lips, wondering if she should go get her own personal vibrator to use while she watched the fun. But she didn't want to miss anything. Slipping out of her clothes, she licked her fingers and settled back. As always, using the ropes had gotten her beyond hot.
Robert looked over at Brenda and said, "The butterfly?"
"Sure, why not? She's been a good girl." Brenda was feeling expansive. Robert got the soft plastic attachment that slipped over the vibrator so that it was resting, like the little butterfly it was named for, directly on Jane's hooded clit. The frog jerked slightly and Robert could see she was feeling it.
He smacked her ass several times, watching the creamy white skin turn pink and then red, his hand prints showing against it where he struck. The force of his blows made her sway. Still the vibrator whirred inside of her, the wings of the butterfly stimulating her against her will.
Robert moved down to her tits, kneeling in front of her to get a good angle. The bright red ropes were wrapped around and crisscrossed between the perfect globes. They looked like pink-tipped snowballs against a red landscape. Luscious. He took one nipple in his mouth and pulled and licked it until it hardened. It felt so good, like a soft marble in his teeth. He moved to the other and bit and kissed it, laughing softly as the slut's nipples responded.
Brenda rubbed herself, moaning slightly. She wanted Robert's mouth on
her
tits, but she knew her time would come soon enough. She loved watching him wrench a response from the unwilling cunt. And he was. Despite being hung upside down, bound and immobile, Jane's body was being affected by the relentless purr of the vibrator filling her pussy, and the butterfly tickling her clit. Her nipples, extremely sensitive, responded of their own accord to Robert's expert ministrations.
She was breathing hard, but otherwise silent. Confusion over this unwilling sexual pleasure and her hapless condition was again reigning in her troubled mind. It was too hard a fight; she let go and just
felt
, not thinking, not anticipating what pain would surely follow the pleasure. She just let go.
Robert, unaware, or at best indifferent to whatever Jane might be feeling at the moment, was pulling his own cock out of his shorts. He stood behind the tethered woman and pressed his body against hers, holding her still in his arms. "Come here, baby." He gestured to Brenda, who stood, hand still caught in her panties.
She joined Robert, standing in front of Jane so that they sandwiched her between them. Leaning over her pussy, between her legs, they kissed, both rubbing their bodies against her. Brenda locked Jane's heads between her knees as she leaned forward, her tongue in her husband's mouth. Jane could feel Robert's hard cock pressing into her back. It felt like a steel rod, rubbing up against her as he bent forward to take his wife's nipples into his mouth one by one. Brenda moved around and took her husband's cock in her hands, her long fingers curling around it as she moved herself into position to take him into her throat.
They sank to the floor next to Jane, oblivious of the fact that the vibrator was still whirring in her pussy. Robert positioned his wife on her hands and knees 'doggy style' so they could watch Jane while they fucked. When she began to moan, her body spasming with the shudders of an orgasm she couldn't control, Robert slammed into Brenda, his balls slapping her ample ass.
"Do it, baby!" Brenda screamed, wrapping her arms around Jane's legs to steady herself as she came just after Robert did. Still the dildo vibrated inside of poor Jane, whose body was jerking and twitching. She was screaming now, a high pitched wail filtering through the cloth that covered her mouth. The sound finally pierced the cum-soaked consciousness of the two tormentors. Robert, as usual, was the first to take pity. Disentangling himself from Brenda, he stood and flipped off the switch.
Jane's body still twitched and spasmed for a minute or two longer, nerve endings still over-stimulated from the sexual torture. She longed to close her legs, or better yet, slip away into unconsciousness. That didn't happen, but mercifully she felt herself being slowly lowered. The wheel was being turned and then strong hands cradled her head as she was laid out on the floor, still bound head to foot in blood red rope.
Sharp steel scissor blades slipped between the bonds and her sweaty skin, slicing the strips of cotton from her body. Jane shivered as the cool air touched her fevered skin. She was soaked with sweat which immediately began to dry, wracking her body as she shuddered from the sudden cold. She was too spent even to open her eyes as she felt strong arms lift her and settle her into her cage.
Then the room was blessedly silent. She was alone again. How much longer could she go on? For just this moment, she wished she could slip away forever; just disappear, washed gently into the sea that still lapped at her consciousness. She drifted to troubled sleep, the waves in her dreams carrying her into a warm oblivion.
Each day, unlocking the door, Robert snapped his fingers, which Jane had come to understand meant she was to get out of the cage and stand at attention in the middle of the room. If she didn't move fast enough, he would push her down to the floor and soundly whip her ass and thighs with his crop until she was on fire. Then he would order her back up into position. She would stand, again lacing her fingers behind her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, biting her lips to keep from crying. Robert didn't mind when she cried; actually he liked it.
But stubborn Jane didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She rarely got whipped anyway now. At least not because of not being in position. She was nimble and she would be ready to jump up when she heard the key in the lock. She slept as lightly as an animal, always wary, always on the edge of dreams, waiting for the nightmare of her reality to snap her into consciousness.
Today he had a new game for his captive. "I've never seen you play with yourself, frog." Jane said nothing as she scrambled to attention in the center of the room, fingers locked behind her neck. Robert came close, standing directly in front of her. "Lay down, pussy girl. Show me what you used to do in your crummy little apartment all by yourself when you were dreaming of me but didn't know it yet."
Jane dropped her head, looking up at him in an effort to be coy. When she played along, he treated her much more gently. She felt like a prostitute when she did this, but better a whore than a whipping post.
Carefully she lay down on the hard floor, awaiting further instruction. Robert had seen every detail of her body so intimately that she found herself somewhat inured to his probing eyes and fingers. Still, she flushed when he commanded, "Spread your cunt so I can see it. Hold it open for me." It was one thing to be 'done to,' but to be ordered to handle herself in this way, in front of him, embarrassed and humiliated her.
"Do it!" His voice was hard now and she knew she risked a beating if she hesitated any longer. Slowly she reached down and spread her own pussy lips, turning her head in shame and closing her eyes. "Look at me," he ordered. "And smile."
She opened her eyes, staring up at the brutal man kneeling next to her. Barely concealed hatred blazed out of pale blue-green eyes while her mouth tried to smile and effectively only grimaced. Robert didn't notice. He was looking at her cunt, at the pink folds spread for him with long thin fingers. Leaning over her, he bent down and licked the folds, wetting both her fingers and her pussy lips.
"Now you do it; I want to see you cum, little whore."
Jane closed her eyes again and began to move her fingers. There was no way she could orgasm by her own hand in front of this man. She would have to pretend. Would she convince him? She rubbed herself and tried to move her hips in what she hoped was an erotic way. She moaned a little and rubbed faster. She felt nothing.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered. "Do it. Do it for me." Robert sat near her, his cock out, stroking it to erection as he watched Jane touch herself on the floor. But now he really looked at her face, at her lips pressed together in concentration, at her eyes screwed shut. She was rubbing and moving and making little gasping sounds. There was a rhythm to it that was almost mechanical. The bitch was so obviously faking it that it was pathetic.
"Ok, you can stop now, frog. Since you can't cum for me, you're going to suffer for me."
Jane stopped, dropping her hand, her expression one of resignation and defeat. She felt so tired lying there; she wished Robert were a bug so she could squash him. The image almost made her smile, but it was whisked away by his next words.
"Spread those cunt lips again. But this time I'm going to whip it. I'm going to beat your nasty little pussy for not doing what I told you to do. You deserve it; you know you do."
Jane said nothing, but did as he ordered, knowing it would be worse for her if she dawdled. Robert took his crop and knelt between the naked woman's thighs, forcing her legs far apart. She was trembling,
but still holding open her sex for his promised torture. Thinking of Brenda's methods, Robert said, "Count for me; let's see how high we can get before you pass out."
Smack! The crop hit her tender flesh and Jane screamed. But still she managed, "One!" He smacked her pussy again and again, beating her cunt with the leather loop until Jane fell out of position, covering her sex with her hands, trying to avoid his blows, no longer focused on obeying.
"Move your hands, bitch," he yelled, slapping them away with the crop. She tried to comply and tried to count, but finally her body took control in its effort to protect itself and she curled up in a ball as his crop hit all parts of her, leaving little red squares of stinging pain. At last Robert dropped the crop, breathing hard with exertion. He stood up and stared down at the young woman, still curled in self-defense.
"Brenda would flay you alive for that, frog. You're lucky she's not in here. I'm gonna go eat something, but when I come back, we're gonna move to tit training. And I'm gonna tie you so tight you ain't going nowhere. Cunt." With that parting epithet, Robert turned on his heel and was gone.
Jane lay still in a fetal position, arms wrapped around her knees, quieting herself. Slowly she crawled to her cage and pulled the door shut, wrapping herself in her blankets. Her whole body was stinging from his cropping, especially her poor pussy. How much more of this could she take before she lost her mind? Sometimes she wished she would lose it. She wished she would just leave her senses and become a robot that had no feelings and no dreams.
She lay hugging herself and thought about this, realizing with a shock that she was glad she was 'still here' in spirit. As horrible as it was to endure the daily torture and confinement, she was still alive, and she hadn't given up hope. The 'old' Jane would have despaired and resigned herself to certain death. But somehow, something seemed to have been forging in her spirit over these weeks of hell – a will not only to survive but to live, to escape, to be free. She didn't know how she would do it, but the 'new' Jane would never give up.
These brave thoughts were wiped away as the door opened and both of her tormentors returned. Brenda had the dreaded coils of rope in her hands. "Get out of there, cunt," Brenda said brusquely. "You're going to be punished." She didn't know the specifics, but Robert had told her that Jane was disobedient and needed to be punished. Brenda was only too glad to comply. It was she who suggested the needles.
Jane slowly stood, knowing she dare not defy these two. She felt fear prickle in her scalp and drag through her innards like ice and fire. She was right to be afraid. Brenda tied Jane's wrists and elbows tightly behind her, forcing her breasts upward and forward. As Robert held her from behind, Brenda wrapped the ropes expertly around each breast, forcing them up and out, compressed and distended from her body. The ropes were tight and made her breasts ache as blood was trapped. They traded places and Brenda stood behind the bound woman and wrapped a strong arm around her neck, keeping her still in a chokehold.
"We'll start with your tits," Robert casually informed her as he pulled a long thin sewing needle from a packet he had in his pocket. Jane's eyes widened with terror and her face went white with fear. Slowly, his face alight with sadistic pleasure, Robert brought the sharp point of the needle to Jane's right nipple. Brenda clenched her tightly from behind as Robert pricked the nipple with the silver needle. Jane screamed and struggled but Brenda was very strong. "Ah," sighed Robert, and he pricked the other nipple. Little droplets of bright red blood appeared at each nipple. The pressure from the ropes caused the blood to flow more freely. Lovingly Robert leaned down and sucked the nipples, while Jane squirmed and cried. It was too much. She passed out, falling limply back against Brenda.