arched over the saddle. The straps that held the saddle to her body cut deep into her belly and chest. Her bare breasts jiggled wildly. Her nipples poked up hard and high above the wet mounds of her breasts.
Wellington fucked her tight wet twat hole body with his leather cock. Patty's pussy smeared the thing with her juice, gushing an endless stream of sweet-smelling fluid onto it.
Her juices flowed out of her pussy and matted the tightly curled cunt hair of her swollen snatch mound. John pistoned the dork deep, then yanked it out viciously, over and over and over.
Patty pumped her cunt high, damped her thighs tightly around it, and kicked at John's hands. He let go. Patty cried and humped the hard cock within her hole as she spurted her last sprays of hot juice.
And she fell back to the floor, totally spent and completely exhausted.
The leather dark slipped halfway out of her pussy and lay still, glistening with the juice of both young women.
John Wellington had worked up a bit of a sweat himself. He stood up, his cock sticking out straight from his crotch as he moved back to his chair. He picked up his whip and sat down.
He looked both women over.
Lynn was breathing easy now. She was looking at him.
He looked over at Harry. 'Blind her again, Harry. She thinks she's hot shit!'
Lynn gulped at the words she heard. She closed her eyes as Harry knelt beside her to close the eyeflaps of her hood. Just before the flaps came down, she jerked her eyes open, and in that instant John gave her a wink.
Blackness closed down over her again, but she was satisfied.
'Chain them both up, gentlemen.'
Wellington watched as Don and Harry took their young ladies and helped them over to the far wall. Don removed the saddle from Patty's slender body, then helped her to her feet. He stripped the torn stockings down her legs and off her feet. He kissed a few of the harsher welts. Patty twitched at the touch of his cool lips on her burning flesh.
But he left the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He hooked her wrist cuffs to a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Except for her cuffs and her bit and blindfold, Patty was naked.
Don hauled on the chain end, and Patty's arms began lifting. He pulled her slim arms high above her head, so high that only the very tips of her toes were still touching the floor. Then he hooked the free end of the chain to the hook in the wall. Patty was hanging at full length, stretched out tautly.
To her, it almost seemed like a relief.
Lynn let Harry cuff her hands in front of her. She was already nude except for her hood and now the new cuffs. Harry strapped Lynn's ankles to a long thin bar, which spread her legs quite pleasantly wide apart. Her soaked pussy was completely exposed.
He then attached a chain to her cuffs and drew her arms high. But he knew he had to outdo Don and Patty, so he grabbed Lynn about her waist and lifted her bodily off the floor. He pulled down on the chain and made the length between Lynn's wrists and the ceiling as short as he could.
When he finally hooked the free end to the wall, Lynn was hanging by her wrists, her legs held wide open and completely off the floor by almost a foot.
She groaned as her shoulders and wrists took the strain of her full weight.
God! She hoped no one wanted to whip her while she was strung up like this. There was no way in fucking hell that she'd ever be able to defend herself.
She could just imagine what her immense breasts must like to those bastards now.
But no one was looking at her just then.
All eyes were on Janice.
It was her turn!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janice was led to the center of the room by the chain around her neck.
She was shaking badly. She was scared. She was excited. She was so fucking horny she hoped they'd just whip her and fuck her fast.
Her cunt hole was already drenched with lubrication.
The crotch of her tight panties was soaked.
She was ready for a good fuck!
'So this is the bitch, eh?' Wellington asked Jim.
'Yes. First-rate bitch, though. Just needs to be housebroken.'
Wellington reached down with the tip of his whip and poked at Janice's gag. She was drooling a bit around the fat rubber ball. Her chin was wet.
'Well, Jim. Spread some papers out there beside her, and let's just see how much breaking in she's going to need this evening.'
Jan listened to this conversation closely, but she wasn't sure she understood what was going to happen to her. She heard Jim unfold a newspaper and lay out the big sheets on the floor a few feet from her body.
'OK. Show us your stuff, doggie girl.'
Jan felt a sharp tug on the chain. The collar around her throat tightened until she turned in the desired direction. She moved forward and felt the thin sheets of newspaper under her hands an knees.
Jim knelt down beside her to release the chain from the collar. He patted her back and whispered to her.
'You've got to piss, baby. Piss every damned drop you've got inside you. Understand?'
Janice gulped. She had to piss? Jesus! But she nodded to her lover.
'Good girl,' Jim whispered to her. He patted her shoulder then stood up and backed away from her.
She waited.
The men watched her.
'Come on, bitch!' Wellington demanded. 'Wet the papers. Do it right. Piss where you're supposed to, and maybe we won't have to correct you with this.'
The whip sung through the air. Janice jerked and gasped at the sharpness of the stinging pain that burned like a line of fire across her ass cheeks.
She nodded her head violently to let them know she was going to obey. It was just taking time – she wanted to fuck, not piss!
She lowered her head to her hands. She raised her ass high. She strained to release her piss. It wasn't working. She jumped as a second stripe cut into her smooth panties, cutting the material and leaving a bright welt across both tight cheeks.
Damn! She relaxed her body, and tried to think about pissing. She felt a slight trickle.
'There. Is that piss?'
She strained briefly and was rewarded with another quick squirt of hot piss into her panties. The wet spot grew larger. The panties were pulled tightly over her pussy mound, and the piss wet them fully over the crotch, mingling with the sweet cunt juices already there.
She relaxed again, and suddenly the hot piss gushed out of her hole, soaked quickly through the thin panties and began flooding onto the paper under her.
'Damn bitch!' Wellington laughed.
Janice pissed. Her yellow fluid spilled down the insides of her thighs and wet the paper under her knees. Most of it gushed right through her panties and splashed up under her belly to wet the front of her French maid uniform. It was hot at first, but it quickly grew cold.
The stream lasted quite a long time. Her bladder had been full. The release of her piss helped her to relax even more, so more piss squirted out of her body.
Janice moaned as the stream slowed to a trickle. It stopped. She worked a few final spurts out of her hole, and was finished pissing. Her legs were cold with the stuff as it dried rapidly on her skin.
