Val Marrick: Secretary in bondage

"I doubt it!" Elaine snapped, before she recognized the irony in the lovely, naked girl's voice.

Kathleen laughed. She brushed a lock of scarlet hair back from Elaine's flushed face. "My brother has excellent taste," she said. "You're really quite a lovely little piece of ass – and not so little, either, such tasty-looking tits, proud and jutting like that with those delightful dark-red nipples – and your cunt bush, lovely color." She looked over her shoulder at her brother. "But then Harry's always had good taste in women. He fucked me first when I was eighteen. He was twenty at the time. Harry's always been a fast mover."

"I wasn't exactly the one responsible for that," Harry said dryly.

"No, in those days you were something of a prude. I had to catch him coming out of the tower, you see. Before he knew what was happening, I went to my knees and popped the head of his big cock right in my mouth. He came off in a second horny as a wild boar!"

Kathleen straightened and stepped back to look speculatively at her brother's secretary. Elaine sat with her heels pressing into her ripe ass-cheeks and returned Kathleen's clear-blue gaze uneasily. "Well, now that she's here," Kathleen said, "why don't we do something with her?"

Harry had picked up his trousers from the floor and was unthreading the thick leather belt from the loops. "I intend to," he said gruffly. "I'm going to teach the slut a lesson about sneaking into my offices and spying on me?"

"Harry!" Elaine cried in horror.

He pulled the belt the rest of the way out of the loops and swung it experimentally. It whined nastily through the air.

Frightened, Elaine tried to stand up. Kathleen caught her by the arm. The blonde was shorter than Elaine but despite her smaller build, she had a grip of iron.

"Now, don't try going anywhere?" Kathleen said sweetly. "My brother wants to punish you. I don't see anything wrong with a little voyeurism, but I like to do a little whipping from time to time, too!"

The blood ran cold in Elaine's veins. Kathleen dragged her into the room. Elaine screamed and struck at the blonde, who laughed and warded off her blows effortlessly.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "How can you do this? Harry, stop this – we're engaged, we're going to be married!"

Kathleen had Elaine turned around and was pulling her wrists together behind her back. Kathleen's tits flattened against the bare skin of the struggling secretary's back. She looked up at her brother, brows raised.

"I told her we were going to tie the knot," Harry explained. "It made her happier about fucking me. I don't want her moping around feeling guilty – either as a piece of ass or as my secretary!"

Kathleen shrugged. Her nipples were very hard against Elaine's back. The redhead could feel the soft flesh of the other woman's tits pressing against her skin.

"That's your business, Brother dear," said Kathleen. "Why don't you bring your tie so we can secure the little lady's hands."

Harry nodded, went to the crumpled heap of his shirt and pulled out his tie. Elaine stood watching him, emerald eyes wide, shoulders thrown back and tits protruding. Her crimson nipples were stiff with fear and the aftermath of her climax.

She could see Harry's cock begin to stir with life again. The treacherous bastard, she thought. He's getting turned on at the thought of whipping me with his belt! Once more she tried to break away. Kathleen held her firmly.

Kathleen turned Elaine so that Harry could tie her hands behind her. Elaine bit her lip, trying to jerk herself free. With a few deft turns, her wrists were secured by the tie.

Harry stepped back. Kathleen gave the captive a shove. Elaine staggered forward and went to her knees, tits bouncing wildly.

Kathleen licked her full red lips. "Hit her, Harry," she exclaimed. The light of torture-lust gleamed in Kathleen's eyes. "Whip her hard!"

The belt curved up from Harry's aide like a striking snake. It landed heavily tight across Elaine's tits. Blinding pain flashed into her naked tits.

"Aiiiiiii!" she keened. She fell over backwards, legs flying up in the air. Her tits throbbed with incredible pain.

Harry hungrily eyed the red thatch of cunt fur between his secretary's flashing white thighs. He snapped the belt forward again. The tip of the thick leather strap bit the lips of Elaine's cunt with cruel force.

"Yeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" She twisted into the air. It felt as if her fragile pussy lips had been raked by some animal's claws!

She fell back on the carpet with a muffled thump. Instantly she rolled over on her stomach and pressed her shapely legs tightly together, to protect her cunt and aching tits. "Stop!" she wailed tearfully. "Don't hit me again! Harry – please!"

Harry laughed. The belt sang through the air. He jerked it back at the last moment so that the tip stung one snowy ass-cheek.

Elaine's scream of agony mingled with an abandoned cry from her boss' hot sister. Kathleen Windsor gazed at Elaine's twitching bare ass, one mound of succulent ass-flesh glowing with the red mark of the belt. Slowly Kathleen moved her hands down her body. She cupped her heavy tits, feeling the hardness and excitement of her cherry-like nipples. Then her hands moved down again, over the gentle dome of her belly, until her fingers found the tangle of yellow hair at her pussy mound. Her finger-tips teased open the lips of her pussy, then she ran two fingers of each hand into the brimming well of her cunt. "God!" she moaned. "Hit her again!"

Harry obeyed. The belt whistled, cracking neatly on the other ass-cheek.

Elaine's body bent backwards as she convulsed with vicious pain. "God!" she howled. "Stop!"

Elaine Thomas lay on her stomach, gasping for air. Writhing around on the office carpet had grazed her tits until they were painfully mat-burned. Her pussy lips still pulsed with pain, and her ass was ablaze with agony. To her anguished ears came the wet sloshing of Kathleen, plunging her fingers wantonly in and out of her aroused pussy.

She heard the belt. An instant later, the belt landed across the narrow crack of her ass with a sound like a pistol shot.

"Uh, I…" Elaine fought the urge to roll over on her back and spare her tortured ass-cheeks any more abuse. Much as her poor rump hurt from the beating it was getting anything was better than feeling the leather lash stinging her tits – or her soft, tender pussy!

Whack! Another red stripe appeared across the pale hillocks of the captive's ass. Elaine cried out in a tortured, quivering voice.

The next blow of Harry's strap landed not on her ass but on the top of a pale thigh.

"Ah!" yelped Elaine. A savage cut at her other thigh made her part her legs involuntarily.

The tightly shut cheeks of her ass came apart. Instantly Harry's belt slashed down to strike the pink crevice between the spheres of the prisoner's ass. The leather cut her tender ass-flesh and the tiny pucker of her asshole. It was like having a hot iron touched to her shit-chute. Elaine tried to scream, but the pain in her ass had driven all the air from her lungs. All she could do was grovel on the carpet and gasp like a beached fish.

The sound of Kathleen masturbating was like a rush of running water Elaine's ears. She was horrified that the other woman was getting such incredible pleasure out of watching her be tortured and degraded. It seemed to make the pain of her flagellated ass that much worse!

She tried to close her ass-cheeks again, but before she could, Harry cracked the belt, like a whip, on her asshole, and the little aperture burst into incandescent agony. Elaine shrieked and jumped into the air.

She landed on her side. "N-no!" she choked. Tears gushed from her eyes. "No more! Oh, dear God, please no more! My ass, my poor ass hurts so much!"