Nathan Silvers - Tortured sisters

Ken shoved Amanda into tile kitchen and she stood there shivering, through, it wasn't cold. She crossed her arms over her tits and stared around. Still half-asleep, she looked at Ken as he walked over to the counter top and picked up the thin cane.

"Not that, no!" Amanda pleaded, her blonde hair tossing in fear. "I'll do anything you want, but don't whip me! Please?"

Ken laughed, and Amanda could see his huge cock swinging as the front of his robe came open.

"I'll suck you off," Amanda pleaded, "please, let me suck you off!"

In utter shame, she sank to her knees and crawled across the floor to him. Her hands reached out and slid inside his robe, while she sank her mouth over his throbbing cockhead.

"Oh, please!" Amanda murmured, her mouth taking in as much of his prick as she could. "Come in my mouth, please."

She looked up at him while she sucked his prick, and Ken looked down and laughed at her. He let her suck deeper and harder on his cock.

"Later for that, honey," he said with a grin. "Right now, you get up and bend over the table."

"Oh no, please!" Amanda begged, sliding her mouth down his fuck shaft, sucking for all she was worth while her tongue flicked over his stiff cock-flesh, trying to make him shoot. Even another load of cum in the mouth would be better than the whip. In fact, it wasn't so bad, it gave Amanda a sense of power to know that she could make it spurt out of stiff cocks while men howled for her body.

"Let me suck you off," she begged, "or you can fuck me if you want, anything, anything!"

"Let me explain something to you, shithead," Ken said, letting Amanda suck his cock as hard as she wanted. "When you two whores got hold of me, you beat the shit outa me and kept on doing it for hours, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. It was Sammy, honest it was, I don't hate men, I love them, let me show you." She caressed her tits, running them over the hard muscles of his legs.

"Tough shit, baby," said Ken. He ran the tip of the cane between Amanda's tits. "But I'm a great guy, I'm gonna give you a break. You get over that table without me having to drag you. You stay there while I give you ten strokes of the cane, without moving or trying to kick out, and I'll leave it at that. You refuse, and I'll whip your ass, your tits and your pussy until I get tired of it."

He leaned back, holding Amanda's head in, while he ran his cock between her luscious red lips.

"Take your time, think about it."

Amanda sobbed as he sucked his cock. The alternatives were too terrible to think about, and yet the offer was clear. She had to get over the table and take the ten strokes willingly or she would be tortured beyond endurance.

"Yes, yes," she muttered and slowly got to her feet, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She looked at Ken and he gazed back at her, and a deep thrill passed through Amanda.

With a gasp of surrender, Amanda turned and bent at the waist, spreading her legs and holding onto the far edge of the kitchen table, her ass slowly writhing up and down as she waited for the sudden pain to come. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she waited.

"Well, that's very good," said Ken and his voice was husky with passion. "I'm gonna be an even nicer guy. Run your hand down, play with your pussy. If you come, you'll get extra treats."

Amanda gasped and moaned, sliding her hand under her body and down to the blonde curls of her pussy hair.

She slid her legs even farther apart, and Ken waited while she slid one finger into her pussy, which, to Amanda's shame, was already damp. Then she ran her fingers over her clit, rubbing it, feeling the passion surging out.

"Very good," said Ken approvingly. He leaned over the softly moaning blonde. "You'll make a wonderful sex-slave for me, won't you?"

She mowed and her body heaved on the table as endless slave-lust surged through her.

"One!" said Ken.

"Oooohhhh!" Amanda sobbed as the cane cut into her ass.

Her fingers blurred over her cunt as the deep agony throbbed through her. But already it felt different. It was right that she should be punished, and right that a man like Ken should do it.

"Two!" said Ken, and the swish of the cane ended in the crack of the thin wood on Amanda's tight ass-flesh.

"Ohhhh, God!" Amanda screamed, and her ass shoved high in the air while her fingers ran in and out of her wet cunt. "Oh, I'm so sorry for what I did! So sorry!"

"Three!"

"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, I'm sorry, punish me for what I did, punish – aaaghhhhh!" She heaved on the table as Ken counted out the fourth stroke.

"Five!" said Ken as the cane whipped another thin red line into Amanda's ass. He watched, running his hand over his hard cock as the blonde rolled and heaved in growing lust. "Six!"

"Ooooggghhhh!" Amanda screamed, her ass beating up and down out of her control. Her fingers urged her clit on, working it up towards the climax she could feel building. "Ohhhh, I was so bad! Whip me! Punish me, I deserve it!"

"Seven!" The cane bent nit beat into the young woman's flesh.

Amanda heaved upward again, her mouth contorting in an agony of desire.

"Eight!"

"Oh yes, sir, yes!" Amanda wept as the surging come ran over her.

"Nine!" counted Ken and, the cane made Amanda's ass a mass of whipped, red flesh.

"Oh, I need two more to come!" Amanda suddenly pleaded. "Please, give me two more!"

She worked her pussy frantically as she waited for the cane, her climax hanging on Ken's decision.

"Ten!" he counted and the cane laid into Amanda's throbbing ass again. "Beg me for more. Promise me anything!"

"Ohhh yesssss!" Amanda screamed, her fingers beating at her pussy. "Yes, I'll do anything for you, aaaaghhhhh! Oh yes, one more, one more, please sir! One more! Aaagghhhh yes! Yes!"

She came, her fingers beating over her pussy, her legs trembling with the force of her climax. She moaned and rolled on the table until she had given herself all the pleasure she could and her pussy felt utterly satisfied. She got up to face Ken, her face flushed with such a depraved desire that she could feel him react to it, see his cock jump and heave.

"I was going to wait," he said, "but…" He didn't have to say any more. With a moan of surrender, Amanda sank back to her knees and took his heaving cock in her mouth. She worked her luscious red lips over his throbbing cockshaft and ran her fingers up and down it, butterflying them over the flesh, holding him at the point of coming without letting bun go over.

"Oh, come in my mouth, sir!" she whispered. "Come all over my face! Make me lick it up if you want – anything, anything!"

She moaned as she took his heaving cock deep into her throat. Her hand worked at his twitching, jumping prickmeat. She heard Ken groan with lust as the cum bubbled in his balls and surged out. Then Amanda knew how much he wanted her. She swallowed his cock, feeling his stiff cock-flesh jump and pulse as the cum shot down and burst into her mouth.

The first shot drove her into another climax. Moaning and spuming, Amanda licked at his salty fuck-juices, running her mouth back as her hand pumped until thick ropes of jism were bursting over her lips and running down her chin, dropping onto her tits and her flat tummy between.

"Ohhhh, is that good, sir?" she murmured as cum ran over her tongue and down into her throat. "I want it to be good for you, sir!"

She looked up at Ken as he thrust his cock into her mouth and groaned with lust.

"Good?" he roared. "Oh fuck is it good! Suck it down whore, suck it down! Suck me down! Yeaahhhh!"

His cock jumped as shots of jism plastered over Amanda's face until she sank his heaving cockmeat back into her throat and let the rest of his cum run straight down into her stomach.