John Friday - Tormented widow in bondage

"It's going to be a real pleasure peeling the hide off your back," Honey said. "You're gonna feel like one of the minks that got skinned to make your fancy coat!”

The whip cracked again and left a blazing red welt that striped the whole length of Rita's writhing back. Her wail of torment shrilled louder.

Rita's metal-bound wrists sparked pain that ran down the whole length of her arms. Her shoulders wrenched and strained, forced to support almost her whole weight. She screamed and whirled in a lewd pirouette of pain.

"Beg Griz and all the other guys to fuck you when you want me to stop," Honey said.

"Don't say a word," Doc's voice hissed in her ear.

The whip hissed and came forward in a sinuous curve like a striking snake. It bit one of Rita's lush tits with pain that made Rita feel like her nipple had been torn off. It had only broken the skin and bloodied her nipple tip, but Rita was too dizzy to know that.

"Beg for twenty hot cocks before I bloody your other tit!" Honey said.

Rita choked back a sob to snarl, "I'm not a cheap, gutter-crawling cunt like you.” "No, you're worse!" Honey's limber arm hurled the lash forward again. It struck Rita's other tit and splashed traces of blood. Pain like a red-hot knife sank into her tits.

"Whip her cunt," Griz commanded. "I want her to bleed like a virgin when I ram my cock in.

The sharp-tipped leather tongue struck Rita's juicy clit bud. She felt a shock of pain that triggered cunt tremors like an orgasm, but ten times more intense.

"Beg to fuck Griz and all the guys before I whip your cunt into raw meat!” "Tell them all to fuck knotholes in the floor," Doc demanded. "Honey hasn't had enough fun with you yet.”

Rita said the words and shivered in anticipation of even worse pain.

But Honey laughed and said, "You don't remember me, do you? I was only a year old when you had my dad sent away… a cute little tyke with golden blonde curls and tears in her innocent blue eyes.” "Oooooh, nnnooo!" Rita moaned.

"Things went to hell when they took my father away on charges you helped trump-up." The leather hissed and striped searing hot pain across Rita's ass. “Mom got tired of waiting for him and married a man who didn't want kids.”

Another stinging loud crack echoed in the hush that had fallen over the room. Rita's juicy cunt was ravaged with another whip-induced climax of almost-unbearable pain.

"I got dumped into a foster home and was fucked by my substitute father.”

Honey punctuated her story with more vicious strokes of the lash that left Rita too weak to scream. She blubbered and begged to be forgiven, but Doc would not let her beg for the fucking that would end her stinging torment.

"I told my foster mother what he'd done and she challenged the old man. That got us both whipped bloody, bound to the bed and fucked side-by-side.”

Rita cringed violently, pained by more than her blazing welts. She was thinking about her own teenaged daughters, innocent and starry-eyed girls. Now she knew it would take a miracle to save them from the bitter wrath of the Watson family.

"I can make up for all that," Rita whined, afraid the necklace would tighten before she finished her desperate plea. "I'll give the you the kind of life you've always dreamed of!” "I'd rather give you the kind of life you've always deserved.”

The long whip hissed and coiled snake-like around Rita's slender waist. Honey gave it a hard yank and started the woman spinning again.

"Dance like the prick-teasing bitch you used to be!" the willowy blonde raged. "Twitch your ass and make your titties bounce. I won't stop whipping your ass until I see a blue-veined boner on every guy in this room!”

They slackened the chain just enough to let Rita get her feet on the floor. She choked back sobs of hysteria and started to dance… knowing she had no other choice.

Doc Watson sat hunched like a gargoyle in a grimy room over the bar that had become gang headquarters. He peered through a panel of one-way glass set into the floor to serve as a viewing port. Ground like a fish-eye lens, it let him see all of the lewd spectacle below.

His emaciated body twitched with delight each time the hot lash in his daughter's hand struck. Wearing Rita's black mink and her own knee-high boots, Honey looked like an avenging angel.

Rita's tortured wails were like music to his ears. He began jacking his mighty cock once again, imagining it was the heat and fearsome vigor of his prick that made her scream. Doc kept his thumb off the necklace-tightening button and let her beg to be fucked by the whole gang as Honey demanded.

"Fuck me," Rita said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. She winced, still dancing lewdly to entice her tormentors, expecting the necklace to tighten. When it did not, she cried louder, "Please fuck me! I've had enough of the stinging whip!” "Just beg for cock, I don't want to hear any excuses," Honey said.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Rita wailed.

Doc knew it was time to add to her torment. The worst tortures were those that dwell in the mind. He had learned that in prison, anguished by thoughts of loved ones who came to doubt his innocence when he was found guilty and dragged from the courtroom in chains.

With a macabre grin, he picked up the phone and dialed an unlisted number he'd learned through one of the electronic eavesdropping devices hidden in Rita's hilltop home. A cultured male voice answered this private line.

It was the man Rita Wallford was engaged to marry – a wealthy and respected pillar of the community, a man with a reputation to protect.

Doc claimed to be a reporter and said, "You're engaged to marry Rita Wallford, I believe.” "That's hardly news at this point," the man said. "Our wedding plans have been all over the society pages for months.” "Yes, I know… the ideal couple, both rich, socially prominent and so refined. I just wonder if you know the kind of woman she really is.”

“Of course I do! Her reputation is as flawless as her beauty.”

Doc couldn't help chuckling. "If you think so, listen to this. I'm sure you'll recognize her voice." He clamped the earphone of his headset over the mouthpiece of the telephone.

Rita was screaming, "Fuck me! Oooh, please! I want a stiff hot prick. Give me cock! I'll take three at once, mouth, pussy and ass. Fill me with cum-spitting prick! I won't tire until I've fucked all twenty of you!”

Doc broke in to say, "That's coming to you live from the headquarters of our city's most notorious motorcycle gang. Would you like to talk to your future wife and discuss her flawless reputation?" He left the man sputtering and made the necessary connections. "Rita, my darling. There's someone on the line most anxious to speak with you.” "Rita!" her fiancй said in a state of shock. "Is that really you?”

She was so stunned by the sound of a voice other than Doc's boring into her anguished mind.

"Benton!" Rita said his name with a racking sob. "You don't know what they've done tome!” "Yes, I do. I've been listening long enough. You’re nothing but a cheap slut in expensive clothes! The marriage is off!” "Benton, wait-" It was too late. He slammed down the phone with a clatter that made her ear ring.

Doc laughed. "Isn't it hell when those you love most turn against you?” "Bastard!" she snarled.

"Save your breath and beg for cock. It's that or get your luscious body whipped to a bloody pulp that even a man in prison for twenty years won't want to fuck.”

When Honey Watson had heard enough, she climbed up on the stage and keyed open the locking metal cuffs that had chafed Rita's bound wrists raw. With mind and body both deeply pained, the woman was almost too weak to stand. She had no strength or will to resist when the blonde whip-handler led her to a pool table at the other end of the room.