"No, no, no!" Donna screeched, her eyes wild, her body shaking constantly.

Adam took hold of her white bra, held the cups for a moment and heaved. The clip between Donna's large tits held for a moment, then gave, tearing open to reveal Donna's tit-mounds.

"Fuuuuck!" one of the men gasped. "That sure is a pair of jugs!"

Donna's wails went on uninterrupted as the man stared at her huge tits. Her tits were still very firm and hardly drooped at all. They had a ripe, melon fullness and didn't need the support of a bra. Now they swung wildly as Donna screamed again, seeming to be unaware of what was going on around her.

Adam took the cat, swung it and lashed it across Donna's jutting tit-mounds, beating red lines of agony into her soft white flesh.

The effect was immediate. Donna lurched, her body spasming as the cat bit into her tits. She gave a short sharp scream and stopped dead, staring at Adam, her tits heaving as she panted for breath.

"Now that I've got your attention," Adam said, "how would you like to show us what's under the rest of your clothes. If it's as good as your tits, you'll have cocks up you all day and night. Scarlette, come here."

"Yes, Adam," the dark-haired little slut replied, rushing up. She was still wearing her slip, though it was badly torn, and her bobby sox and high heels, but that was all. She pouted at him and worked one of her nipples in her fingers. "Adam not angry with me is he?"

"You said your mom was ugly, and look at her!" Adam snapped, waving the cat in Donna's helpless face.

"Oh, Adam, don't be angry!" Scarlette gasped. "I mean… she's my mom."

She pouted and twirled a little, giving the man gathered around a good look at her young lovely body.

"We have to show your mom how bad you were to say a thing like that," Adam said. "You must have your nipples clamped and your ass fucked until your mother is undressed."