This is a series and will best be enjoyed by reading them in sequence.
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"Leslie." I called as I held Joan's face to my cock. Leslie slid off of the sofa and walked over to me. "Put your leg up." I said and the young beauty lifted her foot up onto the chair arm. I reached up to her breast and began to tease her taut nipple. She closed her eyes as I caressed her tender nub. Then I slid my hand down over her firm stomach and down between her thighs. She gasped as she felt my fingers slip between her engorged pussy lips and I began to probe her moist quim. She was still pretty loose. "You're still pretty stretched out." I said as Leslie turned crimson with humiliation.
"See that Coke bottle?" I asked as I nodded to the end table. Leslie looked down and saw a small empty Coke bottle. "See if it will fit into your pussy." I said as the young beauty paled. She picked up the bottle and looked up at me, her eyes filled with pleading as she realized that even though she was pretty loose, the bottle was pretty thick. "Either you put it in or I will." I threatened. Leslie slowly lowered the bottle to her open pussy and rubbed the tip across her swollen labia. As she felt the neck of the bottle slip between her pussy lips, she began to press it deeper into her stretched pussy.
"I can't." she pleaded as she held the bottle with the slender neck partially into her pussy.
"Sandy, come here." I barked and the beautiful blonde lifted her body off of the sofa and walked towards me, her beautiful breasts bouncing gently with every step. "You get it into her." I hissed and the beautiful blonde sank to her knees in front of her friend. She looked up at Leslie and smiled at her reassuringly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of the bottle. Pressing gently, she began to work the bottle into Leslie's abused pussy. As the bottle moved deeper into Leslie's cunt, Leslie became hysterical with pain and fear as Sandy knelt between her trembling thighs.
Suddenly, Sandy pulled the bottle out of Leslie's body and broke the neck against the table. She lunged at me with the sharp glass weapon. I dodged her slashing weapon and picked up one of the throw pillows. Several of the others began to get up.
"Anyone who helps her, will get what she is going to get and believe me, no one will enjoy that except me." I threatened as the others eased back into their places. Sandy continued to slash at me with the broken bottle as I blocked her with the torn pillow. I heard someone moving behind me. Sandy lunged at me with the bottle and blocking her thrust with the pillow, I pushed her arm to the side and then kicked her hard in the cunt. She screamed in pain as my foot hit her most tender flesh and she dropped the bottle as both of her hands plunged down between her thighs and she crumpled to the floor.
Joan picked up the broken bottle and as she looked down at her friend, lying in pain on the floor, she lunged at me with the sharp weapon. As we circled around the room, I saw that Sandy was beginning to move, though she still held her aching pussy with one hand as she tried to lift herself up with the other. I didn't want her getting up so as I passed her, I kicked her hard in the chest. Her body crumbled to the floor.
Joan was being more cautious than Sandy had been and I decided the best tactic was to rush her. I flew forward and knocking the bottle down with the pillow, grabbed the young beauty by her wrists. I bashed her hand against the table until she dropped the bottle. She scratched at me and I pulled her forward as I turned my body and sent her flying into the wall. She hit it hard and was stunned. She came at me again and grabbing her by her wrists, I sent her sailing towards the couch. Her legs hit the sofa back and her body fell over the back of the sofa. Before she could get up, I hit her hard in the mid-section and she doubled over in pain. Pulling her off of the couch, she fell hard on the floor, her body sprawled out. I straddled her body and sat down hard across her waist, pinning her arms under my legs. Her huge tits panted with fear and excitement as I gazed down at them. I started to slap her tits hard as the young beauty screamed.
Joan's tits were firm and her creamy, white skin was turning a deep shade of pink as my hands abused her magnificent breasts. I could feel her body trembling as I abused her huge mams. Reaching over for the broken bottle, I held it up over her face and then pressed the sharp end to her firm tit. Joan froze in fear as the others watched me press the sharp glass against her naked breast. "I should carve you up with this." I hissed as the terrified, young beauty looked up at me, her face a mask of fear.
Putting down the bottle, I lifted my body and pulled Joan's arms up over her head. Then grabbing her by her beaten titflesh, I rolled her over onto her stomach and then sat down across her body once again. I unclipped her elbows and then pulled her arms down and bound them behind her. As I rose up off of her body, I kicked her hard between her open thighs as she grunted with pain as her body lurched on the floor.
Walking over to Sandy, I pulled her to her feet and bound her wrists to one of the ropes that hung down from the loft. I pulled the rope tight and the naked beauty felt her body stretch as she barely reached the floor. Then moving over to Joan, I pulled her to her feet and tied her alongside Sandy. The two women hung by their wrists as I began to fondle their panting breasts. From my kit I picked up two strips of cloth. Reaching down to Sandy's ankle, I tied the strip around her ankle and then tied it to Joan's thigh. Then taking Joan's ankle, I tied it to Sandy's thigh. The two women hung with one leg on the floor and the other bound horizontally, their pussies open and exposed.
"I think that we'll start with a beating - and I mean a thorough one." I hissed as I picked up the lash. I walked to the side and lifting the whip, swung it in a wide circle until it hit firmly across Sandy's creamy breasts. She screamed in pain as the leather cut into her soft skin. I swung the whip again and hit hard into Joan's huge tit. She too screamed as the leather bit her naked breast. The others watched as I systematically beat the girls' breasts. They screamed as they hopped around in their bindings.
Once their breasts were covered with red marks, I shifted my attention to their exposed pussies. I really laid into them with the whip as I covered their thighs, asses and cunts with angry, red welts. I beat them until my arm was too tired to continue. Neither girl could talk - their voices were raw from screaming in their pain. The others in the room were astonished as they looked at the bound girls hanging before them.
I glanced over at the fireplace and the poker. I stirred the coals and then shoved it into the fire. I waited as the others watched. When it was red hot, I picked up the poker and walked over to my suspended captives. It glowed red and trailed smoke. I spit on the end and it sizzled. I held it close to Sandy's breasts and she could feel the intense heat. She was petrified. So was Joan. I moved the hot poker close to Joan's breast and she also felt the intense heat as it blistered her white skin. Both girls were sweating and choking with fear. Their eyes burned into the tip as the poker just as the heat burned into their skin.
I walked back to the fire and shoved the poker back in. When it was good and hot, I carried it back and held it between Sandy's open thighs. She could feel the heat as I moved it under her creamy thigh and close to her soft, blonde muff. I moved it under their thighs until it came close to Joan's open pussy. The heat began to singe the soft hair of her muff and the room smelled of singed hair. Then I withdrew the poker and threw it back into the fire. Everyone sighed with relief. The point had been made.
From my kit I pulled several lengths of string. I approached Sandy and reached out to her aching nipple. I squeezed her tender nubbin and began to twist it mercilessly. She screamed even more as I pulled and pinched her tender nub until it stood out hard, like a pencil eraser. Making a small noose, I tied the string tightly to her swollen nipple. Her other nipple got the same treatment as she continued to scream in pain. About a foot of string hung down from each of her bound nipples. Stepping over to Joan, I repeated the process with her huge tits.
Standing between the two hanging girls, I picked up the dangling strings and began to pull on them. Both girls winced as they felt their nipples being pulled by the strings. I lifted their breasts high, using the strings and their nipples chafed and became distended. This was especially painful for Joan because of the size and weight of her mammoth tits. Then I dropped the strings and the two girls sighed with relief.