"I gotta get fucked!" she moaned. "Come on, one of you meatheads can give it to me!"

"Really, darling," Julius said with a grin. "So impatient, anybody would think you were a nymphomaniac. You wait until we have seen what my dear aunt has to offer."

He walked over to Corinne while Susie gave a moan of lust and sat in a chair, sliding her legs over the arms and openly rubbing her pussy as she watched.

Julius pulled the rubber strip away from Corinne's mouth and she spat the wet balls out.

"New you've seen what happens to nasty little shits," he said. "So, how about taking your clothes off for us?"

Corinne opened her mouth and screamed, her voice shrill.

Julius raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

"Aaaaggg!" Corinne wept, her head ringing. His hand came back and slapped her again, the back of his hand hurting more than his palm. "No, no, Julius! Stop, please."

His palm came back and slapped her, driving her head hard to the side. She broke into helpless sobs. He hauled her up by the hair and slapped her again, holding her so that the full force of his hand hit her face.

"Stop that!" he snapped.

Corinne stopped screaming and stared up at him, sniffling and sobbing quietly. Her whole face burned and ached.

"You can scream when you're in pain," he said, "but not for this shit. Now, bow about taking your clothes off for us?"

"No, Julius, please, no! I don't care about the money. Please, just let me go!" Corinne sobbed.

"You don't seem to understand," Julius said, leaning close to his sobbing aunt. "You're going to take your clothes off and fuck us all, whatever I have to do. Now, you want it the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Please, Julius, please!" Corinne sobbed.

"Oh good," he said, "I was afraid you'd give in." He reached down and took hold of the sides of Corinne's expensive blouse.