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  He chuckled and his hand slid over Lola’s neck, heading for the open neck of her blouse. His hand stopped at the soft swell of Lola’s cleavage. “Okay, Yvette,” he said, “let’s see how obedient you can be.”

  “Yes, darling, yes?” Yvette gasped.

  She came forward, her eyes still a little red from crying.

  “Show me her legs,” Flint said.

  Yvette leaned over her mother, her eyes flaring. “You bitch, Mom? You had to come home early, didn’t you? Well, now you gotta take this, but you won’t take me away from Flint, whatever you do, got that?”

  Lola struggled, but the handcuffs held her captive, and again she only managed to add to the ache and throb in her wrists.

  “You wanna see her legs, darling?” Yvette cooed as she straightened up and smoothed her long blonde hair down. She pouted at Flint and slid the hem of her slipup for him. “Mine are better. What the fuck do you want hers for?”

  “DO as you’re told!” Flint snapped.

  “Yes, darling, yes!” Yvette turned back to her mother. She reached down and slowly begat to slide the hem of Lola’s skirt up her thigh.

  Lola screamed, trying to close her legs, trying to stop her daughter from doing this horrible despicable thing. Her skirt then went up, showing her thighs until her panties could be seen under her tights.

  “Mmm, yeah! Fuck, she has got good legs,” Flint said, standing over his fiancee and grinning wildly. “Now, show me her tits.”

  Lola went berserk, struggling helplessly. She could see Flint’s cock getting harder, pointing right at her. She knew he was enjoying her helplessness, but she vowed to get her revenge.

  Yvette reached for the neck of her blouse, and Lola screamed harder, throwing herself back, toppling the chair. She wailed as Flint gripped the chair in his enormously strong hand. He pushed it back upright and laughed.

  “Okay, let’s get her broken in a bit first. She don’t really know what’s happening, right?”

  “Hey, darling, are you go ingto…” Yvette whispered, clutching him, sliding her stockinged leg up his.

  “You got it,” he said.

  “Can I do it to her, everytime she gets your cock?” Yvette moaned, rasping her fingernails over his chest. [missing text] of the chair. He pulled the rope free and told Yvette to undo Lola’s undies.

  Lola screamed into the gag as Flint hauled her up until her arms were free.

  Then he set her down on her feet and gripped her hair. “Walk up the stairs, bitch, I’ll get real pissed if I have to carry you.”

  Lola was out of her mind with a fear and rage. He gripped her and pulled her to him, staring into her eyes as she breathed heavily.

  “Last chance, bitch. Walk upstairs, or I’ll whip the shit outa your ass before we even start!”

  Lola knew he was just bluffing. She jerked her arm away, turning to run for the door.

  He grabbed her before she’d taken one step. He threw her over his shoulder.

  Lola struggled all the way up the stairs, pounding at his back with her handcuffed hands, but it didn’t help. He ignored her, grunting once as she caught him solidly in the middle of the back. She looked up and saw Yvette coming up behind them, carrying the ropes that made Lola’s stomach heave.

  Flint carried her to her bedroom.

  “Now, you nasty bitch!” Flint snapped, throwing Lola face-down on her bed.

  She tried to jerk up, but Flint pinned her down. He straddled her, his full weight on her back as he leaned down and unzipped the handcuffs.

  There wasn’t any relief for Lola and, what was worse, she could see it all in the mirror. Flint was grinning, lashing the ropes around her wrists. She could feel his enormous hard cock pressing into her back. That made her feel sick, but soon she was gasping even harder as Yvette pulled one of the ropes out and wound it around the top post of the bed, pulling her arm out until it was pulled tight. Soon both of Lola’s arms were pulled to the limit, stretched out toward the two posts at the head of the bed.

  Lola burst into tears as Flint climbed off her. There were hands on her ankles, lashing ropes around them. Lola jerked up suddenly as her ankles were pulled out toward the foot of the bed. Her thighs were spread wide apart until the tendons on the insides of her thighs were aching with pain. She screamed again, then buried her face into the bedclothes and wept bitterly. She was utterly helpless, her arms and legs pulled out to the limit, her body open for anything Flint wanted to do.

  “Well, that looks better,” he commented. “Now, show me her ass, Yvette.”

  “Yes, darling,” Yvette purred.

  Lola wept and wailed as she felt her daughter pushing her skirt up over her ass, revealing the stretched curves of her legs, the tight material of her tights and her panties beneath.

  “They’ve sot to go,” Flint said.

  “Oh, yes, darling, I’ll do it!” Yvette exclaimed.

  Lola trembled to think what Flint was talking about, and she risked a glance in the [missing text]. She wished she hadn’t. She couldn’t see what Yvette was doing, but she could see Flint’s cock and it was even bigger than before, Lola was sure of that.

  Then Lola felt something cold and metallic on her back. She lurched as Yvette used a pair of scissors on her tights. Lola screamed, fooling Yvette tearing at her tights. They began to rip easily as Yvette tore the tights away in great handfuls until she ripped off the last of them from Lola’s ankles.

  “Yeah!” Flint gasped. “You lied, honey, those legs are as good as yours. Fuck, where you think you got them, hey?”

  “Oh, darling, come on, you know mine are better,” Yvette whimpered, moving her hands over her thighs, spreading them, trying to turn Flint on.

  “Get the rod,” Flint said. He leaned over the weeping, struggling Lola and ran his hand over her lovely tight asscheeks. “You know, you’re even better than I thought you were. Fuck, you got a body on you that would turn any man on.”

  Lola wept, her face buried in the bedcover. “Look at me, bitch! I wanna make sure you understand this!”

  Lola kept her face down, her twat making the cover wet as she gasped for air.

  Then she screamed as Flint grabbed a handful of her lovely dark-blonde hair. He hauled her head up until she was staring at him in the mirror.

  “You gotta learn to obey, bitch!” he snapped, jerking her head hard. “I’m gonna whip this lovely little ass of yours. And Yvette’s gonna be sucking my cock, if you wanna watch. Then I’m gonna take the gag off and ask you if you’re gonna scream. You better give the right answer, okay?”

  Lola didn’t believe him, it was too terrible to think about. She lay there, weeping bitterly, out of her mind with fear.

  She heard Yvette come back in, heard her daughter giggle. She felt Yvette pulling the sides of her panties into the crack of her ass, revealing the luscious globes as she jerked on the bed.

  Lola was bent at the waist and her ass was sticking up, naked and ready. She risked another glance in the mirror.

  What she saw froze her.

  Flint was standing over her, a thin rod in his hand that was poised over her ass. And there, on her knees, was Yvette, her fingers running over Flint’s massive cockshaft, her lips pouting and kissng at it.

  Lola screamed into the gag, seeing the rod lash downward. She jerked on the bed as the thin rope whipped into her tight asscheeks. Her muscles went rigid as she writhed against the ropes that bound her to the bed.

  He whipped her ass again, a little lower than the previous stroke, beating another thin red line of agony acres hr white face. Lola tossed like, a rag dolls he wbipped her ass a third time.

  “Mmmmm, darling,” Yvette crooned, sliding her lips over Flint’s cockhoad as he lashed her mothers jerking ass again. “Do you want to shoot in my mouth, or wait?”

  Flint gasped as he whipped the struggling, jerking Lola. His cock swelled in Yvette’s sucking mouth, throbbing, as he lashed Lola with another vicious stroke.

  “Bring me off, bitch!” he bel
lowed, lashing Lola’s ass with all his force.

  “Mmmmmm, wicked darling!” Yvette mowed, sliding her mouth deeper onto his cock, sucking gently on his massive cockhead, her fingers butterflying on his shaft. Yvette knew just how to play him, keeping her mouth moving slowly on his prick while she watched him lash her mother’s ass.

  “Yeahhh!” Flint yelled, giving Lola’s red, whipped asscheeks a final stroke. “You got that, bitch?”

  Lola sobbed, her jaw burning terribly and her flesh burning with pain.

  “I asked you if you got that, you bitch!” Flint yelled. He whipped her ass again.

  Lola jerked, nodding her head in desperation. “Good,” Flint said with satisfaction. “Are you gonna scream when I take the gag off?”

  Lola shook her head with equal desperation, staring into the mirror, watching her daughter slide her soft lips gently over Flint’s cockhead.

  “Good! ‘Cause you get six of those if you do, got that?”

  Lola nodded quickly.

  “And they feel like this!” Flint yelled, whipping Lola’s suffering ass.

  Lola screamed, jerking in pain and horror as he lashed her ass six times. Her large, luscious tits pressed into the bed as she writhed to the searing agony bursting in her ass, surging all over her body. At the end of the six lashings, she was sobbing, her face back in the bed covers, her whole body aching with pain. He eased her mouth off his cock. “You’re very obedient.”

  “Thank you, darling!” Yvette gasped, working her mouth back down his cock for a moment before she pulled away from his throbbing fucker.

  “You think your mom will wanna suck this?”

  Yvette giggled. “I bet I could make her.”

  She squeezed his cock, rubbing the swollen shaft gently.

  “Oh yeah?” Flint said, squeezing her tits. “Yeah, I can wake her,” Yvette replied. “SO, what do I get if [missing text]?”

  “What do you want?”

  “I wanna watch her get what I got, honey, how you broke me in!” Yvette hissed, then kissed his cock hard.

  “You couldn’t stop coming, you horny little cunt!” Flint gasped, his prick thrusting at her hand as she jacked it even harder.

  “That’s what I want!”

  “Deal!” Flint pulled away from Yvette and went to the bed, climbing onto it and sitting, his back against the pillows, his legs over Lola’s stretched arms. He gripped Lola’s hair. “You gonna scream?”

  Lola shuddered. Her ass burned, her whole body ached, and Flint’s enormous fucker was just inches away from her face. She shook her head as hard as Flint’s grip would allow.

  “Yeah, good! I’m gonna take the gag off. You scream, bitch, and you’ll be so sore you won’t believe it. Got that?”

  Lola nodded and, to her incredible relief, he pulled at the straps holding the gag, freeing her mouth. She gasped, breathing freely, her face wet with sweat, the smell of the leather still in her nostrils.

  Flint chuckled and held his massive cock. His grip on Lola’s hair tightened as he ran the swollen tip of his prick over her face.

  Lola gave a shuddering moan. She wanted to scream so badly, but the thought of the consequences stopped her. The massive head of Flint’s cock slid over her cheek, then over her tightly closed lips. She gagged, almost throwing up on her precious sheets.

  “You’re gonna suck me off, bitch!” Flint growled, sliding his cockhead over Lola’s lips.

  Lola tried to twist away, but Flint’s cock slid easily against her face, lubricated by the sweat and the horrible fluid leaking from the tiny slit at the top of his cock.

  “Don’t you wanna suck my cock?” Flint teased, running his prick over Lola’s cheeks.

  “Please, Flint, please!” Lola gasped, keeping her lips away from his cock. “I-I can’t do hat! I’ll die! It’s horrible, perverted! Please, I won’t tell anybody about the beating, really I won’t!”

  She moaned as his cock slid back over her mouth and she had to close it rapidly.

  “Look in the mirror, honey.” Flint twisted Lola’s hair.

  Lola’s head was jerked up and she saw Yvette, standing there, caressing the terrible rod that Flint had whipped her ass with.

  “No!” Lola gasped, her voice hoarse with terror. “She wouldn’t!”

  “Wouldn’t I, Mommy?” Yvette giggled, sliding the whip-tip over the aching cheeks of Lola’s ass. “I do what Flint says and he says whip your ass until you suck his cock!”

  She ran the tip of the rod down between Lola’s spread legs, rubbing it softly, caressing Lola’s pussy with it.

  Lola shuddered. She gasped as Yvette continued the slow rubbing, running the head of the rod over her pussy. Lola wanted to scream as she felt the touch of the whip on her sensitive clit bud. Terror mid fear shuddered through her, but the touch of the whip also brought a strange feeling she had never felt before. Her pussy trembled and shivers of a deep dark passion pulsed in her pussy.

  “You gonna suck my cock, bitch?” Flint asked, slapping her across the cheek with his rockhard cock.

  Lola hissed as the hard flesh of his cock beat at her face. His prick was so hard and heavy that it felt like a club hitting her.

  “Suck it, bitch!”

  “No, no! Not that! Never?” Lola wailed, her voice rising in anger and tenor.

  “Suck it!” Flint said softly, gripping her hair harder.

  “No!” Lola gasped.

  Suddenly the rod lashed her ass, and she jerked, screaming, as the agony rushed out of her whipped flesh. She gasped, jerking around, trying to see Yvette.

  “I’ll kill you if you do that again!”

  “Oh, Mommy, how macho!” Yvette giggled and whipped her mother hard, lashing Lola’s ass.

  “Aagghh!” Lola screamed, as Flint’s cock pushed at her mouth. “No, no, please, Flint! Not that! You can have me if you want, but not like this, not — Aagghh!”

  She writhed as Yvette whipped her aching, throbbing ass.

  “I’ll have you any way I want, whore!” Flint snarled, pushing his cock at Lola’s mouth.

  “No! Please?” Lola wailed, tossing on the bed, her blouse becoming damp with the sweat of her pain and fear. “No, please, Flint, not — aaaggghhh!”

  She jerked and screamed as another lashing stroke whipped into her ass.

  Yvette whipped her mother again, giggling, as she slid her fingers under the hem of her slip, rubbing her sopping wet pussy as she whipped Lola’s crimson ass.

  “Ooohh, Mommy, I’m gonna whip your ass because you’re sucking my man’s cock, you bitch!” she giggled and lashed hard. “So start now, Mommy, it’ll hurt less!”

  She laughed, moaning with lust as she rubbed her hot little cunt. Her fingers slipped and rolled on her freely flowing pussy juices and the thick gobs of Flint’s cum cream that oozed out of her spasming fuck channel.

  Yvette lashed her ass and Lola knew she’d have to surrender to this terrible depravity. Agony soared through her, intensifying with each stroke. She couldn’t take much more, but she still had no idea how she could put her mouth around a cock, particularly one as big as Flint’s.

  Lola moaned with pain, then began running her lips over the massive pole of his cockflesh, shuddering with horror.

  “Yeah, come on, bitch! Suck it like it’s our wedding night!” Flint chuckled nastily.

  Yvette whipped her aching ass. Lola clamped her eyes shut and parted her lips. Her mouth moved over his thick fuck-pole.

  “Yeahhhhh!” Flint watched Lola’s lips part and his cockhead push at her front teeth. “Come on, whore? Suck it! Take it all in!”

  Lola sobbed, jerking under another assault from the thin rod.

  Flint pushed and her jaws widened to allowing his cockhead to push into her mouth. She tasted the juice running from his prick-slit. It was a little salty and sticky. She gagged, but managed to hold the vomit down.

  “Wider!” Flint growled, gripping Lola’s hair hard. He hunched his ass up off the bed and his cock pushed at Lola’s sob
bing mouth.

  Agony surged over her as Lola opened her mouth. There was nothing else she could do. She gagged as Flint pulled his enormous thick cock in, running it right in until it filled her mouth and the tip thrust at the back of her throat.

  “Yeah, not bad!” he growled, fucking harder, pushing his cockhead at Lola’s throat. “Come on, open wide for hubby, bitch!”

  Lola screwed around the thick fuckmeat filling her mouth as the rod lashed her ass, proving that Yvette hadn’t been lying — she was going to whip her as long as she sucked Flint’s cock. Her muffled screams rushed out as Flint pushed his prick at her throat. Her throat spumed and throbbed, and she knew she would throw up if he pushed his horrible cock any deeper. Her mouth was full, crammed with Flint’s cock, yet he wanted to get more.

  “Come on, bitch, think of sucking my cock on our wedding night! Going down on me to please me!” Flint thrust harder. “You’re gonna take it all in, bitch! Ram your lips right down until my fucking cockhair tickles your nose. Now, do it!”

  Lola’s throat spasmed. She knew she was going to die. If he pushed it any further, she’d choke!

  Yvette whipped her ass. Flint heaved up off the bed. Lola gagged and gasped, her throat spasming as another inch of Flint’s cock pushed in. Just as her stomach heaved, Yvette whipped her ass and the pain sent the bile back.

  Flint pulled his cockhead back until he was running it over Lola’s trembling ups. “Yeah, you’ll do it, but we’ll have to use a bit more persuasion!”

  “Oh, please, Flint! Please!” Lola wept. “Don’t hurt me anymore, please! I did what you wanted!”

  Her lovely dark-blonde hair was all over her face. Her blouse was opened enough for Flint to see her bra, and her little skirt was up over her ass, showing the whole expanse of her whipped flesh to his sadistic eyes.

  Flint chuckled. “You didn’t do what I wanted. You gotta learn to take my cock right in, honey, right into your throat. Yvette can do it, you want her to show you again?”

  “No, no, you beast! I can’t do that!” Lola wept, struggling on the ropes, rocking the bed with the force of her struggles.

  “You will,” he said, stroking his massive fucker across her mouth, teasing her with it. He laughed. “Hey, Yvette, gimme some clips.”