"Mmmmnngg, yesss!" Cora purred, and slid her hand over the front of his pants. "But you have to show that bitch what a really good little slave is, don't you, darling?"

She pulled at the zipper of his pants and it eased down with her expert fingers.

"That's up to you," Vince said, grinning at his sexy little slave.

Jeanette gasped.

Cora reached into Vince's pants and pulled out his cock. It was a monster, ten inches of fuck-meat, as round as Cora's wrist. Jeanette had no idea what the little slave was going to do, but what actually happened nearly made her pass out. Cora licked Vince's massive round cockhead, then slipped her sexy, pouting lips over it, sucking gently on the thick meat.

"Use a rod now," Vince said. "I think they're better to persuade. Good little slaves get what they want."

Cora moaned and nodded with sensual abandon as she worked her mouth slowly over his cockhead, sucking at it gently, her fingers playing with his enormous prickshaft.

"Okay, Vince," Galvin said, "the rod it is."

He picked up a terrible-looking thing. It was about four feet long and so thin it trembled in Galvin's hand. It was made of some kind of black rubber.

"Get ready, whore," Galvin said, and walked behind Jeanette.

"Galvin, think, what did I tell you?" Vince said, running his hand in Cora's dark hair, holding her mouth gently on his thick cock.

"Oh, yeah," Galvin said, and came back round to Jeanette's gagged face. "You see this, whore? You know what I'm gonna train you to do? I'm gonna train you to kiss this and beg for it, whore. Yeah, beg for it."

He laughed and stood up as Jeanette nearly wrenched her arms out of their sockets. She struggled and screamed, but the next thing she felt were Galvin's hard hands running over her ass, moving the hem of the little nightie out of the way. She was getting more and more terrified. Her ass stuck up on the back of the chair as a perfect target, and her panties wouldn't be any protection at all against that terrible rod.