Jacqueline reached for Richard's head and pulled him down to her mouth. The two of them kissed in front of Melinda, their mouths locking, Jacqueline moaning with horrible, depraved desire. Melinda closed her eyes and struggled against the bonds that bit into her wrists and ankles.

"Okay, bitch." Richard grinned as he pulled away from Jacqueline's mouth. "Maybe you can share."

"You bet I share!" Jacqueline twisted Melinda's nipples again, running her hands over the girl's swelling tit-mounds.

Richard looked at Melinda. "You know what this is?"

"N-no," Melinda sobbed as the whip waved in front of her face.

"It's called a cat. And it's great for whipping pussies. It spreads pain all around."

Melinda gasped. "W-whip my what?"

"Your pussy." Richard grinned. "Right there, right between your lovely legs, whore. There!"

Melinda screamed in horrible loathing as he reached under the hem of her black skirt and ran his fingers over her panties. The contact made her cringe, her flesh crawling at the contact.

"No! Please!" she sobbed, the bile rising in her throat.

"Wow!" Richard said softly. "So why the fuck do you come on to men, huh?"

"I-I…" Melinda shook her head as his fingers played with the outer lips of her pussy.

"You wanna pay men back? Huh?"

His fingers probed her crotch, pushing at her clit and pussy entrance.

Melinda screamed, twisting at the ropes, her body repulsed by his touch. To add to her horror, Jacqueline was twisting her nipples harder, shoving her hot little cunt against Melinda's shivering ass.

"Tell me why you hate men, whore," Richard said, probing at Melinda's fuck-hole entrance.

"Aahhh!" The horror of his fingers at her pussy-hole made her shudder as her head spun with pain.

Richard laughed and pulled back. "We'll find out, whore. Maybe you're a lezzie, huh?"