Lance pushed her top down, puffing her soft, luscious tits out. He caressed them with one hand, sliding it over the warm skin as he kept his cockhead moving slowly over Cherie's lips.

Natalie moaned in rising horror as she twisted, her arms aching. Matt walked into the next room and came back with a whip in his hand. It had a short leather handle, and then separated into a great many tails, all of which were tightly knotted at intervals all the way down. He fucked it over Cherie's thrusting cunt and she gasped, her hips jerking upward.

"You can't make me suck cock!" she challenged.

With a grin, Matt worked the blonde's short skirt up her body, so that her thighs and pussy were totally exposed. The crotch of Cherie's panties was damp, the stain spreading as Roxanne followed his movements with her hungry eyes.

"You shit bag." Cherie snarled as he stepped back and ran the tails of the whip over her tight white panties, letting them trail slowly down, brushing her pussy. Even in her misery, Natalie could see Cherie's pussy lips twitch as the tails dropped away.

"Suck my friend off," said Matt.

"Fuck off!" Cherie thrust her legs even wider.

Slowly the whip went back over Matt's shoulder while he gazed down on Cherie, grinning wildly. Cherie let her head drop back and flicked her tongue over Lance's cockhead once more.

Suddenly Natalie realized that Roxanne was standing behind her, very close.

"Watch this," the dark-haired woman said, "because it'll happen to you, I promise."

The whip lashed downwards, the tails cutting into Cherie's panties and the white flesh at the top of her thighs. There were dents in the white material as the tails came away and swung back up again.

Natalie was almost sick at Cherie's reaction. The little whore lunged her pussy upward, her legs straining wide open, while a screw of guttural lust rang around the room.