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He swirled the rope around her face a few times, then snickered in a most malicious manner.

"I wouldn't hit you in the face. I wouldn't want to mar it because I want you to see what you missed!"

Wally dropped the full weight of his body across Denise's boobs, pressing his ass firmly down into her tits so that she couldn't even squirm under his body.

The man began stroking up and down his prong. As he jacked himself, Wally carefully told Denise all the things he had done to her, all the things he would do to her unless she cooperated.

Denise was so frightened, she would have done anything had she been able to do.

She watched the man's hand run up and down his prick. The cock turned an angry red, then began to jerk and expand. She knew what was going to happen but couldn't look away. She saw the first white bullet of Wally's jism arc through the air, splattering into the headband of the bed.

He pushed his cock down so that the second and third blasts of cum gushed fully into Denise's face. She screwed her eyes shut, but it did little good. A tiny droplet of his spunk trickled into the bound woman's left eye.

After the fifth spurt, Denise thought the man was finished with her. She was wrong. He bent forward and wiped his prick off in her lustrous brown hair. She had his gooey slime slowly drying in her hair as well as on her face.

Wally straightened, then stood on the bed. "Well, whore, how do you like having a real man make love to you? You didn't cooperate very well. And for that…"

Denise screamed as Wally tore the adhesive tape off her snatch. The sticky white tape ripped up a huge wad of her muff, then skinned her pussylips. Her asshole escaped almost unscathed, only a little of the skin around her shitter pulled off with the tape.

Wally looked at the piece of tape with the lewd mixture of hair and delicate skin on it. He tossed it across Denise's face.

"There. You can put it back after I leave."

Wally didn't say another word. He dressed, then left.

Denise managed to roll over to one side. This took some of the pressure off her arms and shoulder blades. By moving her legs back and forth like she was riding a bicycle and squeezing down with her stomach muscles, the woman managed to squirt the toilet paper holder from her tortured cunt.

She was relieved to find that there wasn't any blood on the silver cylinder. It glistened obscenely in the dim light of the room, but it was from her cunt juice.

Denise managed to struggle to her feet. She walked into the bathroom in search of something to cut her ropes. She couldn't see what she was doing and didn't relish the idea of cutting her own wrists and bleeding to death. The first thing she had done was check the telephone.

Wally had cut the cord.

The brunette found that the edge of the medicine chest was extremely sharp on one side. Using the mirror's reflection to work by, she laboriously worked the coarse rope back and forth over the rough edge until the strands parted.

With a sigh of relief, she collapsed forward and sat on the john for several minutes, the white plastic seat cooling her beaten butt. She rubbed her wrists until the circulation returned, then rubbed her sore pussy.

That was a solid ache that would take a while to leave her body. In spite of all the rough treatment, the only real damage Wally had done to her body was the ass whipping. She felt the red stripes crisscrossing her rear, but her cunt seemed to be undamaged. Her tits hurt, like hell, but they weren't injured.

Only her pride was really injured. She had taken everything the sadist could offer and hadn't gotten a Goddamn red cent for it. And her clothes, her lovely clothes, were ruined.

Denise quickly showered in the room to get the spunk off her face and out of her luxurious hair, then dried herself and made a quick check of the closets.

There was nothing she could use as clothing. Outside the window, it was dark. Denise didn't know what time it was. Possibly three or four in the morning. If so, few people would be out in the hotel's halls. Taking the chance, she wrapped the bedspread around her naked body, took her purse with her room key and slipped into the hallway.

In less than fifteen minutes of skulking furtively up the stairway, she was back in her own room.

Denise Stockton sat in an easy chair and shook when she realized that she could have been left dead in Wally's room.

Denise's smile vanished the instant she saw Sonya. The woman had changed into a black leather outfit that was mostly brass studded straps. Two straps crossed her chest and lifted the woman's naked boobs. Her knockers swayed the slightest amount as she moved, but the restraining straps did their job well.

A broad leather band ran through her crotch. At the point where her cunt would be was a large opening in the leather strap. Obviously, she could be fucked through the strap – it wasn't a chastity belt. Sonya wore black leather gloves that stopped above her elbows. Boots topping her knees completed the outfit.

And dangling from the belt rings were a variety of nasty looking, short leather whips.

Denise realized in a flash of revelation that she had gotten herself into the same scene she had enacted with Wally.

"Now, look Sonya…" Denise began.

"My pretty pretty wants her money, my pretty pretty cooperates. And if you displease us, you get nothing. You forget that what you do for a living is illegal in Las Vegas."

Denise flared, "That's not true! Prostitution is legal in Nevada!"

Sonya smiled, her green eyes glazing with merriment. "What you say is true. But you obviously didn't know that it's illegal in Clark County. If we turned you over to the vice squad, you'd spend a long time in jail. Besides, a little pain can be instructive. It's surprising how pain accentuates the pleasure centers in a human body!"

Denise dived off the bed, but she was too slow. Sonya had used one of the longer whips and wrapped it around one of Denise's pretty ankles, effectively trapping her for the amazon's brutal attentions.

Denise fell heavily to the floor. Surprisingly enough. Ralph made no effort to help his wife catch Denise. He sat, totally naked and with his hands folded, in a chair watching the spectacle unfold in front of him.

Denise jerked the whip out of Sonya's hand and tried to get to the door. She found her way blocked by the huge, shapely bulk of the other woman. Denise feinted to one side and tried to slip by after dodging to the other. It was as if Sonya could read her mind.

Large, long fingered hands clutched at Denise's arm. Denise managed to jerk free and staggered back into the room. She tripped over the bed and Sonya was on top of her in an instant. The brunette tried to fight off the gorgeous blonde the best she could, but she was outclassed and out weighted. It was also obvious Sonya had experience in catching and holding unwilling sex partners.

"Dammit, let me go!" raged Denise.

"After you've done as I command!" snapped Sonya. "You will lick my cunt. Now, slave, NOW!"

Denise hesitated. Then she figured she had nothing to lose. It wasn't as if Sonya was going to beat her like Wally had done. Sonya sensed the resignation and relaxed her grip slightly. She moved her hips over and squatted on Denise's face.

The leather strap immediately got in Denise's way. She had to strain her tongue to lightly touch the woman's pussylips, which were completely compressed and held close by the restricting black leather strap. Denise finally succeeded in getting her tongue through the opening in the broad band and began to lick and lap at the pink tinged edges of Sonya's cunt.

Denise ran her tongue down the ridge of pussylips before stuffing her tongue as far into the blonde's cunt as she could. The succulent juices dribbled out and oiled the leather strap. The brunette discovered that she could get almost as much taste of pussy oil from licking the strap as straining to send her tongue dashing into Sonya's fleece rimmed man hole.