The horny little nympho tore her panties off and scrambled up onto Matt's cock, leaving her tiny denim skirt on in her haste. For a second she held the stiff prick at the streaming wet entrance to her cunt, then slid down onto it, with a moan of abandoned lust, her body shaking with passion.

"Oooh, that's so good!" she gasped. "Ohhh, I wanna fuck your cock so bad!"

She gasped and moaned, tossing up and down on the rock-hard cock, moaning and pinching her tits.

Natalie was disgusted enough by that, but what she saw next sent her into paroxysms of fear.

Lance came back into the room. As he passed Zane, he handed him a couple of small things, but that wasn't what made Natalie tremble in tenor.

In his hand was a cane. It was about four feet long and so thin, it trembled with every movement. It was made of rubber or plastic, Natalie couldn't see which, but it didn't matter. It was going to be used on her, and she almost fainted.

Lance grinned at her, tapping the cane in his hand.

"See this?" he said easily. "Here, look." He drew the horrible thing close to Natalie's staring eyes. "It's real hard and real springy, know what that feels like?"

Natalie could feel the horrible depraved lust in his voice as he spoke. She sobbed and gasped, her body shaking with fear.

"Hey, come on, Lance, whip the little shit, I'm gonna come!" Cherie yelled. "I wanna hear her scream!"

"Wait, you bitch!" snapped Lance. He smiled at Natalie. "Always wants everything yesterday. But then, that's these hicks for you. We understand, don't we – we're sophisticated, from the city."

He tapped the cane in his hand and chuckled sardonically. Natalie felt her whole body swirling with fear and horror as if she was twisting on the rope, turning endlessly under his steel gaze.

Still smiling, he lifted her dress, easing it up over her thighs. As Natalie wailed in horror, he tucked it into her belt, leaving her legs, ass and pussy revealed, open to whatever he wanted to do.