"You shit!" she yelled, her thighs trembling. Her red lips pouted, but they refused to let Lance's cock in.

The whip crashed down again, landing with a sickening slap into Cherie's wide open pussy. She moaned, her inner thighs also getting red, from the spread tails of the whip. Her pussy jerked upward, thrusting shamelessly for the knotted tails as they whipped downwards again.

She groaned. "Ohhh, suck your own cocks, you fuckers! You can't whip me hard enough to make me do shit."

She rolled on the table, her tongue flicking briefly over Lance's cockhead as she passed, her whole body heaving with the most disgusting lust.

"When she comes, she'll suck him," Roxanne whispered in Natalie's ear. "You wanna watch that, she can take that cock right down her throat, you have to be able to do that, very soon." Her hands ran over Natalie's dress, up towards her tits as Cherie had done.

Cherie screamed, sobbing and moaning as she tossed on the table, her body gyrating, her legs thrusting open and up for the whip.

Natalie sobbed in horror, twisting against the ropes. This was the mast depraved place in the world. The very idea of taking a cock in her mouth was so disgusting, she wanted to vomit.

All that white stuff that men shot from, their cocks might come out! She closed her eyes and sobbed, trying to pull away from Roxanne's hands, which played with her tits through the dress.

"Fuck," said Roxanne softly, "we're gonna have the time of our lives with you, whore."

"Leave me alone!" Natalie sobbed.

She wept bitterly as she saw Cherie jerk on the table and scream as the cat cut across her panties again, beating dents into the white, that now showed perfectly against the flaming red of the flesh around it.

Suddenly Matt stopped.