Mirabelle moaned in terror.

"Please, take the clamps off my nipples," she whispered.

"Not yet. They come off when I know you're being a good little slut, like Eileen and Nichole."

Mirabelle sobbed, her whole body shaking. "And if you take them off before I tell you, I'll put you aver the bed and whip your ass like Dustin just whipped Eileen's." William smiled. "Only a lot harder. Now, are you ready to strip?"

Mirabelle saw that Eileen and Nichole were giggling like schoolgirls on their first date as they knelt at Manfred's feet and slid their hands over the front of his pants. Nichole was already pulling his zipper down and the massive hunk of his fuck-meat was bulging so close to his belt that Mirabelle choked with horror at the size of it. Her own brother had a massive cock!

"Are you gonna strip?" William asked.

The pain in her clamped nipples was more than enough warning for Mirabelle.

"Yes," she sobbed.

William laughed and got up.

She kept looking down as William freed her, and she closed her thighs, rubbing them against each other to take away the itch and throb of feeling a horrible shame in her pussy. Then she rubbed her wrists. Circulation returned to her hands.

"Stand up!" William snapped.

She obeyed, rubbing at the clamps still attached to her nipples. It was all she could do to stop herself from pulling them off.

"Out there," William said, "and do it where we can all see."

In an agony of horror, Mirabelle walked to the middle of the bedroom floor. To one side, the two girls were easing Manfred's cock out of his pants and Mirabelle couldn't help but sneak a glance at it. His prick was enormous, sending another shiver of horror through Mirabelle. The two girls were drooling over it, Eileen's soft lips running up and down the shaft, licking and kissing her father's prick. Nichole was undoing Manfred's belt, puffing his pants down.