"Tell me how good it feels!" William growled, his ass tightening as Mirabelle rode his cock.

"No, please, no!" Mirabelle sobbed, her breath getting shorter, her tits throbbing as the passion surged.

"You wanna suffer more?" William snarled, his cock shoving deep in her cunt.

"I don't care! It's a lie! It doesn't feel good! It's horrible!" Mirabelle screamed.

She was so close to coming she was terrified. She was out of control and she needed control so badly. If she came again, they would all laugh at her and that would be worse than a whipping. She hunched on William's fucker, her pussy sucking at the hard flesh, her whole body desperate for cock.

"I'm gonna get you straightened out if it kills you!" William swore, his thick fuck-rod churning in her cunt.

He gripped her chained wrists with one hand and pulled her arms out from around his neck.

She lost her balance and screamed, her cunt ramming down even harder on his cock. She spumed with a near come, her cunt throbbing around the enormous thick hunk of meat buried in it.

William flung the chain over the hook, and yanked hard. Suddenly she was hanging. She screamed as he leaned back, his cock still thrusting deep in her cunt. He gripped her waist.

"Now you learn, bitch!" he promised.

Mirabelle didn't know what was going on until she saw that both Eileen and Dustin were there with whips. Dustin had a long, single tailed whip while Eileen held the rod.

"No!" Mirabelle screamed, twisting on the hook, her arms straining desperately. She might have pulled herself up, but William held her waist.