Whiplash! Page 7

  Rylee sobbed again and the couple smiled at each other. She had no idea what she was supposed to do, and the pink folds Emmy held exposed to her were already shining with her musky juice. Her little tongue stroked through the wetness and her stomach heaved. She finally tried to hold her breath as she stuck the tip into her channel.

  “Suck me, Rylee, suck my clit.”

  Rylee was not even sure if she could find her clit. She searched with her tongue until she found a hard bead that caused to the woman to moan, “Yes, that’s it. Lick it. Suck it.” Her own channel was beginning to grip around the man’s shaft, and once more Rylee sank down into the bewildering quivering of aroused torment. Emmy pushed Rylee’s head up. “Now, Carlton, I need you in me, now.”

  Carlton pulled out of Rylee and pushed her to the foot of the bed while he mounted his wife. Rylee knelt in fascinated silence while he rode her, with Emmy’s juices shining on her chin. They bellowed their climax and rolled over. “Clean Carlton so he can get some sleep. He’s had a long day.” Rylee shuffled forward and tried to ignore the evidence of the woman’s scent as she licked Carlton’s shaft and balls.

  Emmy’s hands threaded through her hair and she pulled her back between her thighs. “You already know not to let his seed go to waste.” She spread her wet sex, and Rylee continued to stare at her in mute, terrified disgust. She never noticed Carlton rise until the cane swiped down on the soles of her feet. The shriek strained her throat, and she wailed as she licked the spread pussy in front of her, and dipped her tongue into Emmy’s channel to lick out Carlton’s seed. The light went out and Emmy said, “Don’t you dare miss a drop.” Rylee heard the even breathing when they fell asleep, while her tongue still searched Emmy’s warm hole for traces of salty liquid.

  She finally curled up by their feet on top of the covers, and stared into the darkness.

  Chapter III

  At some point, the exhausted girl fell into a disturbed sleep, fraught with nightmares and monsters chasing her with long tongues that burned her skin when they lashed out at her. At dawn, she was awoken by Carlton kicking her stomach. “Wake up, girl.”

  When she opened her eyes, she was staring into his gray gaze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bed, and she could see Emmy had already risen and left the room. Rylee pushed her tired body up into her kneeling position and squealed when Carlton grabbed her hair and pulled her to his crotch. She barely hesitated at performing the morning ritual, and tilted her head back so she would not be punished by letting any of his juice slide down her chin.

  He rose and dressed, picked up her leash from where Emmy had tossed it, and after clipping it onto her collar, he led her to the kitchen. Over breakfast, which for Rylee merely consisted of warm water with some of the green gruel mixed in a bowl by Carlton’s boots, she heard him say, “Boys, I want you to check out the labor camp with me this morning.”

  Rylee missed them look at their father and glance down at the top of the blonde head. Carlton chuckled, “Be quick about it.”

  Emmy began to rise and Steven said, “We can handle her, mother.”

  Rylee had finished her breakfast and was kneeling, lost in thoughts of escape. She felt a hand grab the back of her collar and begin to lift her, and she whimpered when she saw it was one of the boys. The other one was already unzipping himself in the living room. The young men were identical, but Rylee was learning that Steven was the most dominant of the pair. He pulled her into the other room, pushed her back to her knees, and walked behind her. He lifted her hips and said, “Brian, you go first this time. I want to try out her mouth.”

  Brian walked behind her and her bottom quivered when she felt his hands spread her cheeks and his boot kick her feet apart. His finger traveled her folds while Steven knelt in front of her, playing with her breasts and pinching her sore nipples. She felt cream gush from inside of her and she issued a small sob.

  “Geeze, she gets wet fast. Hey, don’t forget what mom said about her breathing. I don’t want her passing out in the middle of this.” Rylee felt the shaft rubbing through her juices. She felt him plunge quickly into her channel, and then she felt the burning tear as he began to thrust into her ass. She spasmed in pain and pulled forward, only to have his hands grab her hips to hold her still. She was crying in earnest again by the time Steven drove past her lips.

  Brian was quick, and Steven quickly pulled out of her mouth and she felt his hands on her hips. He swiped his cock up her pussy and plunged into her still tightening hole that was squeezing out his brother’s cum. Steven managed to last a little longer, and Rylee’s arms gave out so they rested on the floor and her impaled bottom stuck up in the air. Her breasts bounced and scraped across the hard wooden floor with his thrusts, until he pulled her up and knelt back so she was sitting in his lap. She shrieked as he viciously twisted her nipples and erupted into her.

  Brian was already holding a damp cloth, and he wiped her while Steven zipped up. They did not bother to even look back at the crying girl as they joined their father at the door.

  Several minutes after the men left, a naked girl came to the cabin and Emmy pulled her inside. “Tammy, get the dishes done and the beds made, than finish up in the garden.” The young woman looked up at her with frightened eyes, and Emmy said, “Yes, I saw what you did out there, and Brian told me how slowly you were working. If you don’t get it finished today, I’ll make sure you spend a couple nights in the cages. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” the girl whispered.

  Emmy led Rylee out to the washing platform, and she was still crying when she was bent over the rail. Once more, the tube filled her sore bottom with an even greater quantity of the frigid water. Her channel was cleaned and Emmy tied her hair up to wash her body. She hung outside to dry until the woman came back for her.

  She spent the morning kneeling on the kitchen floor, watching Emmy move with efficiency. The other girl, Tammy, had finished cleaning the house and was getting ready to go to the garden. Emmy took Rylee into the living room and said, “Tammy, come here.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” the girl said softly, and her gaze dropped to the floor. Rylee could tell the girl was terrified she had done something wrong.

  Emmy pointed to the carpet, and Rylee knelt. “Lie on your back, Rylee.” Rylee looked between Emmy and the slave as she lowered herself onto her arms. Emmy glared at her and kicked her thigh, and Rylee spread her legs.

  “Rylee is completely unskilled in pleasing a woman, Tammy, so I think we’re going to have a little contest so you can teach her. You have five minutes to make her cum. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The girl knelt between Rylee’s spread thighs.

  “Rylee, if you can wait until I give you permission, I’ll cut the boys back to two training sessions with you,” Emmy said. Rylee was already pinching some flesh from her bottom between her fingers to keep herself distracted. “Tammy, if you can’t get her to climax within the five minutes, I’m letting the boys practice punishment procedures with you this afternoon.” Rylee heard the girl gasp. “Begin.”

  Emmy settled back in her chair and watched. The girl began by kissing Rylee’s breasts and gently sucking her nipple in long pulls until she was erect, and she felt Tammy’s tongue swish across it while her hand began to rub her pussy. All of her moves were gentle, but determined. Tammy knew that the surest way to get the frightened new girl relaxed enough to orgasm was to offer her a gentle respite from the tortures she had been subjected to since her capture.

  Within a minute, Tammy could feel the girl’s juices slickening her passage. She abandoned her breast and spread her wide with her fingers. The girl was an expert with her tongue and dipped two fingers into the drenched channel, feeling for the pulsing acknowledgement of her attentions. When her tongue flicked quickly over Rylee’s clit, she moaned and swayed her head. Rylee pinched herself harder, but it was no use. The girl continued to ply her masterful tongue and fingers until Emmy was warning Rylee to lie still. The orgasm sh
uddered through her, and Rylee issued a little sob. Emmy said, “Tammy, you can finish in the garden, now.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The girl rose and Rylee heard the back door open and close.

  “They’ll be no excuses tonight, Rylee.” Emmy watched the girl as she lay on the floor with her head turned away from her, and she could tell the quivering had changed from the response of her orgasm to crying. She sighed and pulled the leash, and watched the girl struggle to kneel.

  Emmy was looking forward to having the girl practice with her mother, but it would have to wait because Hank had her at Doc’s to have the permanent ring put in her mouth. It required removing all of her teeth, and her mouth would be healing for another week before it could be used. Emmy did not care for the look, and she did not mind the extra training to make her slaves compliant with the ring removed.

  She heard the boys clomping up onto the porch, knocking the dirt off of their boots. Emmy stared down at Rylee and said, “I expect you to behave yourself.” Rylee tried not to let the whimpers escape her mouth.

  When Steven and Brian came into the cabin, Emmy said, “The girl goes to Doc’s this afternoon, and the marking is tonight. She’ll be off limits until tomorrow, so you boys might want a go at her before lunch. You’ll find her already prepared for you. Where’s your father?”

  “He stopped off at the marker’s and said he’d be right behind us,” one of them answered without stopping as they headed towards Rylee.

  Emmy went back to preparing lunch, and turned occasionally to make sure the slave was not giving them any trouble. Rylee began to shiver uncontrollably as the boys pawed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She finally began to cry, but remained kneeling with her thighs spread. One of them reached forward and wiped her pussy with his fingers and called out, “Why’s she already wet?”

  “I had Tammy teach her a few things. You better get busy, lunch is almost ready.”

  Once more, the young men took turns with her mouth and her wrecked bottom, and Rylee continued to shriek garbled pleas. Steven was the one pushing into her when Carlton came through the door. He kissed Emmy’s cheek and turned towards his sons. “How is she?”

  “I think a little better, but it’s hard to tell because she’s swollen,” Steven ground out. He pulled her back as his jet streamed into her.

  Emmy tossed Brian a wet rag, “Watch my floor.”

  Rylee continued to sniffle as she knelt in her usual place by Carlton’s side. Her stomach cramped at the smell of their food, and she miserably leaned down to lap her bowl of water with the thinned gruel. Carlton took a bite of stew, pointed his fork down at Rylee and asked his wife, “How is she doing?”

  “The boys said you stopped at the marker’s? If you’re going to be around this afternoon, I think I’d like to try her without the ring and with her hands freed. I want to get her working, because Tammy’s slacking off again.”

  “I probably should have traded Tammy, but she’s popular with some of the women,” Carlton replied.

  “I had her give Rylee a little lesson this morning. What do you think about her cuffs?”

  Carlton shrugged, “It’s a little soon, but I think she’ll be fine. She’ll need to be bound for the boys, though. Until she’s stretched out, she’s going to fight them.”

  “We can handle her dad. She weighs what… a hundred and five?” Steven scoffed.

  “That’s not the point, Steven. She can tear herself trying to struggle, so it’s better to just remove the temptation,” Carlton answered. He took another bite of his food and looked up at Emmy. “We’re doing the marking this evening.”

  “I already told the boys she’ll be off limits until you give permission,” Emmy informed him.

  Rylee had no idea what they were talking about, other than she was apparently going to get a reprieve from the sadistic twins until at least tomorrow. It was a small measure of relief, because she had a dreaded feeling they must have some worse torture planned for her.

  Carlton turned to them and said, “Stop over at Doc’s and let him know we’ll be by around one.”

  “Sure, dad. Do you have anything else for us?” Steven asked.

  Emmy answered, “You might want to stop by Hank’s. He had a permanent ring put in his slave, and I’d like you to at least see what it looks like when they’re new. You can ask him what he considers to be the benefit. You know your father and I don’t care for them, but it might be something you’re interested in.”

  The boys left the cabin and hurried towards the Doc’s to set the appointment, and then walked over to Hank’s to see the torturous device. They loved living with the clan in the mountains, and as much as they tried to make their mother believe they were looking forward to their five years on the flatlands, they knew they would be longing to get back home.

  “So, let’s see what you brought back,” Emmy suggested.

  Carlton smiled and removed a leather pouch from his pocket and emptied the contents on the table. “You already picked them out.”

  Emmy smiled, “I merely suggested that if you came in to find something to match blue eyes, he might show you these.” She picked up one of the little gold rings with the three blue quartz embedded into the band. She reached across the table and took his hand. “Carlton, I knew you were going to bring the girl home, unless she hopelessly retreated at the lodge. When are the family leathers going to be ready?”

  “Jasper got a look at her when I brought her in, and he wants to measure her before he makes the final cuts. We can bring her by after we’re finished at Doc’s.”

  “Good, I want him to take a few other measurements. With her big tits, I might have him make a few harnesses for me,” Emmy replied. “We had better get going.”

  Rylee rose when Carlton pulled on her leash. He put his hand under her chin and raised her head until she had to look into his eyes. “You think about this, girl. Emmy wants to take that ring out of your mouth before your teeth rot out, and she wants to let you use your hands to do some work around here. I trust you’re not going to abuse her trust in you.”

  Rylee slowly shook her head. The thought of being able to close her mouth, and finally have the use of her hands was overwhelming. There was no doubt she would be harshly punished if she tried anything.

  “They go back on if there is any suggestion of problems.” Carlton took Emmy’s hand and walked over to Doc’s, with Rylee still gagged and bound and following behind on the end of her leash.

  Four cabins down they walked up onto a porch, and when the man opened the door, Rylee smelled the antiseptic fumes of a clinic. The Doc was older, and shook Carlton’s hand. “It’s good to have you back, sir. Emmy, the boys look well.” The man turned to Rylee and his brown eyes narrowed. “My, aren’t you a pretty-pretty.” He looked up at Carlton. “Hank said she looked a lot like her mother.”

  Rylee’s ears perked up at the mention of her mom. “Yes, except for the hair and the age, of course. Where do you want her?”

  “I’ve set things up in room two. I take it you’re doing the marking?” The man was already leading them down the hall.

  “Yes, there’s no need to bother you with that stuff,” Carlton answered, knowing full well the doctor enjoyed all aspects of his trade.

  “And you know it’s no bother.” The man held a door open. Carlton put his hands on Rylee’s shoulders and guided her into the room and over to a metal table without even a paper sheet on it. There were lots of restraints, though.

  Carlton felt her begin to tremble, and predictable arousing tears were falling by the time he had her seated on the end of the metal cot. Emmy walked around to the other side, and Rylee felt Carlton unlatching her wrists. He pulled them in front of her and re-hooked them together, and then they each grabbed an arm and pulled her back onto the cold metal surface. Carlton pushed down her chest until she lay flat, and they raised her arms over her head and attached the cuffs to chain bolted to the floor. Emmy knelt down by her head, and Rylee felt the hoop at the back
of her collar pulled down and secured someplace under the table.

  Straps crossed over and under her breasts and across her hips. Her legs were strapped individually around each thigh and calf, and lastly, her ankle cuffs were secured. The bottom of the table separated and pushed up, so Rylee’s bottom rested at the edge of the table with her legs raised high and wide.

  “She’s pretty well behaved,” the Doctor noted. “If you two have something to do, I don’t expect any trouble from her.”

  “We’ll wait,” they both said in unison, and the Doctor glanced at the lust growing in their eyes as they looked forward to the girl’s torment, and he chuckled knowingly as they pulled up chairs.

  Rylee’s eyes were wide with fear, and mewling whimpers were coming from the ring gag. The doctor was mixing something in a bowl, and he snapped latex gloves on. “Martin brought this back and swears by it. I still made them use it in the south for three years before I decided to try it here. One application and it’s done, though I understand it burns like hell, and I wanted to make sure it didn’t leave scarring.”