Desperate tremors of horror beat through her as her fingers slid over the front of her panties and down to the gash other pussy.

"Keep your legs open," William warned, strolling around the bound Mirabelle, the whip in his hand. He came up behind her, his mouth close to her ear as she rubbed her spread pussy lips gently. "That's it. Make it real exciting for us. We love to watch chicks rub their pussies."

Mirabelle gurgled and moaned as she worked her clit gently, her eyes cast down, avoiding their stares.

The whip lay over her shoulder, the tails draped over her tits. She shuddered and moaned at the threat.

"Hey, honey, how about putting your hand inside your panties?" William laughed.

He dragged the whip up over her tits, the knots catching on her nipples. Mirabelle gave a low moan of horrible arousal and dug harder at her cunt.

"Oh-ho!" William said softly, lowering the whip again. "That really turns you on, huh?"

"No, no, I mean…" Mirabelle gasped. As she realized her mistake. "I mean, yes, I – aagghh!"

She jerked as the whip cut across her tits, slashing them hard. Her fingers spumed on her pussy and a shock of terrible arousal shot out of her cunt and burst inside her guts. She moaned and her long legs shook. She almost lost her balance. Her fingers couldn't stop rubbing her pussy. In a haze of gasping passion, she slid her hands into her panties and rubbed the crack of her pussy. To her horror, her cunt was damp and her fingers slipped on her juices.

"Oh, wow!" William said quietly into her ear. "You're quite a little slut underneath."