Nathan Silvers - Beaten prisoner wife

Finally the room was quiet. Debby hung by her arms, still supported by the cock in her cunt, while the other guard untied her wrists and ankles and let her fall onto the floor. She lay there with slow sobs of contentment, her fingers rubbing her pussy and tits as she came down from the incredible high of her orgasm.

Bill slipped his softening cock from the blonde girl's ass and let her roll off the bench and onto the floor, too. He stood over her as his cock throbbed slightly and drops of goo still clung to it.

"Clean it off," he said, and knelt beside her.

Wordlessly the girl took his cock and licked the cum and ass juices from it, cleaning it until it was shining with her saliva. Bill grunted and stood up again. The girl lay on the carpet and slid her short dress down over her thighs as she relaxed.

"Okay," said Rod pleasantly, sliding his stillhard cock out of the dark girl's pussy. "I think that will do for now."

He came over to Lena and she felt the surges of new terror as he stood there. She was certain he was going to rape her. But he only looked her over carefully, apparently satisfied with what he saw. Lena tried to hold herself still, but the shaking of her legs and the twitching pulse of her whole body were very apparent to Rod. She hoped he would think she shook from fear, and not the awful mixture of emotion.

"Take her to room twelve," Rod said. "Just the usual, she's seen enough for tonight."

The three guards untied Lena and hustled her along a corridor, one of them pulling her by the chain round her neck. They took her into a dark room and threw her across a bed. She was certain she was going to be raped, as she had been certain before, but, once again, she was wrong. They just manacled her ankles to the end of the bed, leaving her legs spread, and ran the chain attached to her collar around a bar above the head of the bed.

They left and Lena lay in the dark, her body throbbing with dreadful desire. Her pussy throbbed and her whole body heaved and wouldn't rest with the memory of what she had seen. She could still hear the crack of the whips, the screams of the bound girls, the yells and moans of the men as they came. It was awful, but she found herself running her hands over her body, trying not to do what she so desperately wanted to do.

It didn't occur to her to wonder why her hands had been left untied. All she knew was that the terrible sea of flames in her body had to be put out. Without her consciously knowing it, her hands wandered down over her flat stomach and worked the short leather skirt into the crack of her pussy. Sobbing and gasping, Lena slowly slid the hem of her skirt up, feeling in the darkness for the soft, wet crack of her pussy.

Through the thin material of her black panties she ran her fingers over the throbbing flesh. She had to do it, she had to! She slipped her fingers inside the nylon briefs and felt for her clit, rubbing it, feeling her legs pulling at the bonds that held her to the bed. With increasing fury she rubbed her dripping cunt.

Suddenly then brilliant fight came on. Lena screamed and pulled her hand from her cunt, but Rod stood in front of the bed, grinning at her.

"What a little whore," he said. "You know the penalty for masturbating without orders, don't you?"

Lena wanted to cry out that she didn't know, that she was sorry and she wouldn't do it again, but none of it would come out. She lay there shaking helplessly as Rod untied her legs, then walked to the head of the bed and undid the chain attached to the collar around her neck.

"On your feet, bitch!" he snapped, and heaved Lena up and off the bed by the collar.

She gasped for air as the collar bit into her neck. She stood in front of him, shaking with utter terror.

"Put your shoes on, you little cunt," Rod said.

He stood over Lena as she slipped her feet into her high-heeled pumps and tied the straps round her ankles. Then he pulled her to the door and threw her into the corridor. Standing there were Nancy and Fiona. They still wore their tight, short blue uniforms, though Nancy had hers open almost to the waist, her tits jutting out proudly.

"Shit," she swore as she saw Lena. "I was getting my ass fucked off and this little shit acts up."

"Yeah," said Rod as he threw Lena at the two women. "I want her properly trained this time and if she isn't it'll be your asses! I'll bust the two of you down to 'one' again."

"Don't worry, Rod," said Fiona as she seized Lena's neck chain. "You just give us a couple of days. That's all we'll need." She jerked Lena round and slapped her across the face.

"I hope so," said Rod nastily. "I've got a big party next week and I want a new attraction." He stalked off down the corridor.

The two women dragged Lena down the hall. Lena struggled to keep up with them as she gasped for air and tried to plead for mercy. But she was totally ignored. Fiona finally opened a door and Nancy dragged her through.

Once inside Lena burst into tears again. It was a smaller room than the one she had witnessed Debby's punishment in, but it had a lot of the same equipment. She wished she was dead and away from the terror as Nancy went over to the wall and took down a short, stiff leather crop.

"Now," she said as Fiona grinned and leaned back on a table, spreading her legs and sliding her short dress up over her thighs. "Show us how you rub your little pussy. Come on!" She smacked the crop into her palm for emphasis.

"Oh, p-please," Lena sobbed.

But Nancy slapped the crop again and Lena hurriedly lifted her black leather dress to show her white thighs above the stocking tops.

"I wasn't really," she wept, "I was just, just itchy, had to…"

"Take those panties off, we want a good show," said Fiona, sliding her own wanton hand into her briefs and rubbing her hot clit.

Lena sobbed again, but she was trapped and slowly she took her panties down, sliding them over her stockings and somehow managing to keep them from catching on her shoes.

"Now, show us," said Nancy, and the crop slapped again.

Lena sobbed, but slowly she ran her hand down to her soaking wet cunt. She was almost petrified with fear, but at the same time, she felt that awful excitement rising in her once more.

She rubbed her clit, gently and the surge of lust ran through her body. She let out the most terrible moan.

"Open your fucking legs," Fiona ordered.

Lena slid her high heels apart and her fingers ran helplessly over the desperate flesh of her cunt. She hardly knew what she was doing as her back arched and her head flopped back. An orgasm was rising within her and she couldn't stop it. Her hips rammed forward, then flicked back as she masturbated in front of the two other women.

"Oh no," she sobbed as she watched them grinning and staring.

"Sit up on the table and spread your legs wider!" snapped Nancy.

Lena fell back against the wooden edge of a table. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she worked her ass onto the top and leaned back, spreading her legs until she could get her fingers over every inch of the throbbing surface of her pussy. Her ass clenched and she worked her cunt with growing fury as an explosion burst across her clit and slammed through her body, spreading right to her fingertips and back into her cunt.

"Oh, God!" Lena sobbed. "Oh no, please, no! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

She stared at their mocking faces as the two girls waited and made her rub her clit until the last pulse was gone and Lena fell back on the table and begged for mercy.

"Now, that was the easy one," Fiona said with a grin. "Now you do it again, only this time we show you what happens to little girls who rub themselves off. You're here to please other people and you will do exactly as you're told. Now roll over!"