John McKeon - Abused again and again

The back door swung open and Ginger crawled in, letting her suitcase fall on the floor ahead of her. She closed the door and slumped dejectedly against the seat as Willie turned the car around and drove back to the house. When he parked the car, he climbed out and took Ginger's suitcase to the rear of the car. He opened the truck and tossed the suitcase inside.

Willie took Ginger's arm and led her back the long path to the house. "You're going to have to be punished for trying to get away," he said. "You really lied to me, bitch. You were going to let poor old Roger stay in jail forever, weren't you?"

"No," Ginger defended herself. "I was going back to Los Angeles and get in touch with him. He'll tell me what to do."

Suddenly Willie viciously twisted Ginger's left arm behind her back until she was forced onto her toes. Willie spoke directly into Ginger's face. "From now on, bitch, you'd better understand that I'm the person who'll be telling you what to do. I already told you Roger is in jail and he needs your help. The only way you can help him is by fucking your brains out. Do you understand?" He twisted her arm cruelly for emphasis.

"Yes," Ginger replied timidly. "I understand."

"Are you going to help Roger or not?"

"I'm going to help," she promised. Willie released her arm and Ginger looked away meekly. Alice, walking behind them, snickered at Ginger's humiliation, but Ginger paid no attention. When Willie held open the front door, Ginger walked past him into the upstairs apartment. She turned and faced Willie as bravely as she could. She would take whatever came, but she would not give up trying to escape and get back to Roger.

"Take your clothes off, bitch," Willie ordered. "This time I'm going to let Alice whip you. I should have done that in the beginning. I've been too soft with you. But don't worry. After Alice's through with you, you won't feel like trying to run away for awhile."

As Ginger removed her clothes, she saw the sadistic glow in Alice's eyes. She undressed slowly. There was no way to escape the inevitable. When she was completely naked, she lowered her head in resignation and waited for her punishment.

"Chain her up, Alice," Willie growled. "She has a lesson to learn."

Willie bound Ginger's hands above her head with leather straps and secured the straps to a hook in the ceiling. He pulled the bonds until Ginger dangled helplessly with only the barest tips of her toes able to touch the floor. "Now you're going to find out what happens to bad little girls who don't do what they're told," he said.

Alice selected a multiple-strand, short whip from the dresser and positioned herself in front of Ginger. Alice smiled sadistically. "So you're not a whore, huh? I'm going to make you wish you never said that," she threatened, lashing the whip across Ginger's stomach. The leather bit into her flesh and caused Ginger to jerk against her bindings!

"Stop, please," she begged. "I won't try to escape again. Don't whip me. I can't stand it!"

Alice laughed and aimed the whip so it wrapped around Ginger's hips and kissed against her buttocks. "How does that feel?" Alice began whipping Ginger's flesh with vicious lashes that caused her to twist and jerk from side to side like a puppet.

Ginger felt the leather biting into her flesh and marking her skin with red welts. She begged and pleaded with them to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears. Both Willie and Alice laughed at her and promised to make the whip teach her a lesson she would never forget.

As the fire sizzled against her skin, Ginger felt an arousal growing in her loins. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed with growing desire as aroused juices oozed from her cunt lips. She felt humiliated by her own deviate response to the whipping. What was wrong with her? How could a whipping stimulate such a bizarre response in her flesh? As the whip cut across her breasts, Ginger felt her arousal growing like a spreading fire.

Alice continued the merciless lashing. Sweat popped out on her face as she worked herself into a feverish rage of cruelty. She licked her lips at the criss-cross of red lines that began covering Ginger's flesh like a web of pain. She lashed Ginger's helpless body faster and faster, aiming the whip at different parts of her body until she was covered with stinging lines.

The harder Alice whipped, the greater became Ginger's arousal. She felt humiliated and shamed as she tried to hide the arousal pulsing through her body. Each lash caused Ginger to suck in her breath as the leather bit into her flesh, leaving a line of fire that quickly spread through her like burning passion. She pleaded with Alice to stop with each cruel blow, but they only laughed at her pathetic begging.

"Keep it up," Willie ordered. "I want to see her covered with welts. Make her dance, Alice. Whip her legs. Let her know what it feels like to have the insides of her thighs kissed with the leather."

Alice needed no encouragement to beat Ginger's body as hard as she could. The whip bit into the tender flesh of Ginger's thighs and caused her to writhe with frenzied arousal. Juices dripped from Ginger's cunt and ran in tiny drops down her thighs. She twisted and pulled wildly at her bindings, begging for mercy. "I can't stand it," she cried. "I'll do anything you say. Just stop."

"You said that before," Willie countered. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. Keep punishing her, Alice."

Ginger felt like her entire body was covered with hot flames as the whip tortured her on and on. She sagged against her bindings as the leather straps cut into her wrists. She felt like she would pass out at any minute. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes. Yet the torture went on as Alice eagerly lashed the whip against her unprotected flesh.

Willie turned and walked to the dresser. When he returned, he held a monstrous-looking dildo in his right hand. It was flesh-colored and at least eighteen inches long. Willie pushed a button at the base and immediately the rubber cock came to life with buzzing vibrations.

As Willie approached her with the fearful-looking instrument, Ginger begged him for mercy. "Oh, please, don't put that thing inside me. It's too big. It'll tear me apart."

"You should have thought of that when you tried to run away," Willie said, pushing the bulbous knob of the rubber cock against Ginger's dripping slit. Using a cork-screw motion, he began slowly grinding the thick knob between her pussy lips.

Frantically, Ginger tried to squirm away from the invading cock as Alice stopped whipping her to let Willie force the vibrating dildo into her pussy. Ginger felt the awful thing working its way inside her cunt and tunneling up her body, stretching her pussy sleeve to the maximum to accommodate the mammoth instrument.

Despite her fear, the giant cock filled her pussy with sensual heat that aroused her perverse passion to increased intensity. Willie continued pushing the huge thing into her cunt until only his fist and the bulbous knob of the vibrator remained outside her cunt lips. Slowly, he began to grind the dildo back and forth. Ginger's cunt was alive with the vibrating and thrusting organ.

Using a long leather strand, Willie tied the dildo in place in Ginger's pussy and secured the leather in a knot behind her back. Willie stepped back and watched the vibrating cock tantalizing Ginger's cunt and causing her juices to run copiously down the dildo's shaft.

Ginger felt the rubber dick arousing her passion to an excruciating intensity as it throbbed against her clitoris and stretched her pussy. Her body responded to the cock with a humiliating display of sensual need. She found herself thrusting her hips at the organ as though she were fucking. Her hips thrashed wildly as the rubber dick churned inside her with unlimited energy.