by Powerone
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CHAPTER 9
The Whip and the White Trash
Kaitlyn watched the twins like a hawk, knowing that it wouldn't be long before they screwed up. And she was right, only threes days had passed when she heard the loud clatter of dishes hitting the floor and the sound of breaking china. She heard the gasp, recognizing Emily's hushed voice. She ran into the pantry, finding Emily and Paris on the floor trying to sweep up the mess.
"You stupid cows!” Her hands were clenched into fists as she saw the mess on the floor, at least five dishes broken, the twins desperately trying to clean up the mess. “You'll pay for this! Wait until Master hears about it!"
"Please, Mistress. Don't tell Master. We didn't mean it.” Paris was already crying, Emily trying to hold back the tears. They were both afraid of what Master would do to them. It was bad enough when they had to strip to the waist in front of everyone, what would they do for breaking the dishes?
Kaitlyn ran from the room, ignoring their pathetic pleas for mercy, hurrying off to find Jerry Lee. She found him outside, supervising a group of blacks unloading a wagon full of supplies. She ran over to him, out of breath.
Jerry Lee saw Kaitlyn coming over, running as if her life depended on it. “What's the matter?"
She huffed as she tried to catch her breath. “Those cows broke some of the best china.” Her head bent over, her half-naked bosom heaving up and down, Jerry Lee not immune to gazing at the wide expanse of white flesh revealed to him in her bent over position.
"By cows, I presume you mean the twins?” They had both waited for this, eager to break in the white trash. It wasn't that they needed an excuse, it just made it so much better when they thought they were the cause of all the anguish they would give them.
"Of course,” Kaitlyn gruffly answering back.
"I have to finish this. Tonight, after dinner. Have them brought to the room. The house will be filled with their screams tonight.” The room was a special room in the house, all set up with various bondage furniture, where lovely females, white or black, could be brought for punishment, a fine selection of whips, paddles and crops available. Couches and beds were available where the virginity of reluctant girls could be taken; Paris will be the first to lose her cherry to Jerry Lee. She might not talk much, but tonight she would scream well.
They came for them after dinner, Mistress and one of the white overseers. Emily didn't say a thing, knowing they were in enough trouble already. They walked down the long hallway; the light harsh from the lamps on the walls. At the end of the hall were two large doors, a brighter light shining out from underneath the bottom of the doors.
Kaitlyn opened the door, watching the expressions on the girls’ faces as they saw the inside. First there was shocked disbelief, both of them beginning to sob as they saw the whips and crops laid out neatly on the long table and the crosses with the chain and rope that would hold them tight for the punishment. The overseer left them inside, slamming the door behind as he left.
Jerry Lee stood ready, his cock bulging out his pants as Kaitlyn led the lambs to slaughter. He remembered the nice tits and couldn't wait to see between their legs. “Bind Paris with her face to the wall. Emily, face forward. She can see as we work on her sister."
It was useless to fight, both girls submissively allowing Jerry Lee to secure them to the wall. There was a large wooden board high up, four cuffs hanging from the iron nail in the wall. Paris had her hands pushed up high, almost having to stand on her toes while they secured her in two of the cuffs, her wrists hurting as the cold iron dug into her tender flesh. Paris found her arms spread wide, her body already aching as her muscles grew taut. She felt the calloused hands of Master on one ankle, gripping it and pulling it until she found her leg spread wide to one side. The cold iron dug into her flesh, the clank loud as the iron cuff was tightly secured. His hand grabbed her other ankle, Paris fearing this the most. She knew from the way her arms were bound, her legs would also be spread, not surprised when her crotch began to ache as her leg was spread wider and wider.
It was the first time Jerry Lee had heard Paris say anything. Actually it was more of a moan then a word, finally securing her legs until she was spread in a wide “X", her legs and arms drawn taut by the bondage. He then went to work on Emily, staring into her frightened face as he duplicated the position Paris was in, only facing forward. He looked down to her heaving breasts as he secured her arms, the lovely flesh pushed up by the wide bondage. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs and securing them until he was satisfied with her body in just the right position. She would be able to see her sister being whipped, knowing that it would be her turn after that.
"Now, I think they have too many clothes on.” Kaitlyn moved next to Emily first. “You already showed us those lovely tits before, so it shouldn't embarrass you.” Kaitlyn had a small knife in her hand, making short work of the shoulder straps on the top of the dress until it fell down, Kaitlyn pushing it over her breasts, hanging uselessly at her waist. A quick slice of the knife down her chemise, the thin fabric separating, Kaitlyn folding it back over her breasts, revealing them to the bright light of the room.
It still humiliated her to be stripped naked in front of them, now more so because she was bound. She could feel the cool chill of the night fall over the upper part of her body, now naked. She saw Master straining to look at her breasts, noticing the big bulge in his pants. Would he take her virginity tonight? Of course not, his wife was here. He was trying to scare them worse then they were already. Then she felt it, soft hands cradling her breasts. She looked down, shocked to see Mistress caressing her breasts, Emily struggling to stop the tingling she felt in her nipples as the soft fingers came so close to touching them. No, she couldn't let another woman excite her. That was so wrong. She looked down, humiliated that her nipples were becoming erect.
Kaitlyn hefted her tits up in her hands, her fingertips finally playing across the nipples, feeling them spring to life. She snapped at the hardening buds as they grew from her fondling, finally releasing her breasts so she could concentrate on the nipples. She gripped each one in two fingers, looking into Emily's face as she tightened her grip. She saw Emily's mouth curl in pain, Kaitlyn twisting them until Emily finally cried out. “You don't like your nipples played with?” She released them, seeing them harder than before. “They say otherwise. Maybe Master will play the whip across them. Would you like that?” She pinched them again, a cry of pain from Emily's lips satisfying her. For now.
Emily looked down as Mistress slowly rolled her dress up, higher and higher up her legs until finally the bottom of her underwear was revealed as well as the black stocking that Mistress had given them to wear. She felt the pin prick of the knife as Mistress cut away her underwear. She turned red in shame as they fell to the floor. They hadn't stripped her naked before, only from the waist up. Mistress stepped back so Master could see better.
Jerry Lee looked at her, the blonde bush barely visible, her slit revealed, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and exposed. She looked lovely, her dressed rolled up around her waist, naked above and below. The smooth, white skin would soon be laced with red welts, as soon as he finished with her sister. “Lovely little cunt.” He moved behind Paris. “Now your turn. I'm going to make you naked then I'm going to whip your ass. If you're good to me after I whip you, I'll spare you another beating.” His hand slid over her ass, the firm flesh jumping beneath his touch. “You might not talk now, but you'll beg me to fuck you before I've finished whipping you."
Paris felt her clothes pulled from her body, the knife slicing along her waist as he cut her underwear from her body. In only minutes she found herself in a situation similar to Emily's, almost naked, her ass revealed to him. She was almost sure that he could see her pussy from behind, the wide spread of her legs preventing her from hiding her most intimate charms from his prying eyes. She looked over her shoulder, fear in her eyes as she saw him sorting through the
whips on the table. Not even her Daddy had beaten her with a whip, though she did find herself thrust over his lap, his hand spanking her naked ass when her mother wasn't around.
Jerry Lee tested out the riding crop, a good instrument to start with. It would make a nice slap on her fragile skin, turning it pink as he beat her ass. He would use a whip on her back, a twenty-strand whip to maximize the area he covered. And finally, a quirt to slice up between her legs and her cheeks to attack her pussy and asshole until she begged him to fuck her. Only then would he bed her down, his cock eager to enjoy the hot, tight virgin hole made all the more tender by the quirt.
"Whip the bitch. Teach her a lesson.” Kaitlyn moved next to Paris. “You might not talk much, but you'll use that tongue on me before the night is over.” She couldn't wait until she could force Paris to lick her quim.
The first sound from Paris was more of a gasp in shock as the riding crop slid over her virgin cheeks. The harsh leather slapped across the white flesh, Paris's cheeks growing taut as the sharp bite of the crop hit her flesh. Jerry Lee saw the pink line from the crop; moving onto the other cheek, loving the way her cheeks danced to the music of the crop. He started at the top of her cheeks, working his way across and down the firm flesh; the wide expanse of her legs allowing little movement except for a side to side movement of her hips that made him excited by the way her pussy opened and closed from behind. It looked like she was erotically rolling her hips to entice him, not trying to escape the harsh bite of the crop. Her gasps became cries of pain when he got to the tender flesh where her ass cheeks met her thighs, the soft, tender flesh striped by the crop. He could see the crop hitting so close to her pussy, her body jerking each time as if she could escape wherever he chose to beat. She began to sob when he picked up the heavy twenty-strand whip. He slapped it down on the table, Paris turning to see the loud bang that ricocheted off the walls.
"NO!” She cried out, but no one heard her, the whip already swinging in the air, Paris feeling the wind blow on her back when she felt the sudden slap that slammed her body into the wall. It felt like her back was being shredded by a hundred whips, the wide expanse of her naked back ablaze in pain. She bit her lip as the shooting pain shot to her brain. She trembled as Master moved to the other side, this time the whip coming at her from the opposite side, the strands of the whip seeking out fresh, new naked skin to beat. She tasted blood as she bit her tongue trying to silence her scream, refusing to give them the pleasure of making her cry out. Master let the next blow of the whip slide along her side, two strands successfully seeking out the soft side of her breast, ripping into the tender flesh. How could he be so cruel as to hit a girl in such a delicate place? He sliced her back up until she could feel blood running down the welts, the pain so unbearable that she felt faint, hoping that unconsciousness would overtake her. But Master refused to let her escape the pain, the whip moving back to slash her skin until her back was covered from the top of her neck to her waist. She finally slumped down when he put the whip down, breathing heavy as she tried to contain the pain.
Kaitlyn grew aroused as Jerry Lee picked up the evil quirt. It would inflict the maximum amount of pain in the smallest place, just the right implement to use on her asshole and pussy. Paris would do anything to avoid any more from the quirt, Kaitlyn making sure that she did everything to avoid it. Paris would lose her virginity to Jerry Lee and learn to satisfy another woman orally.
Jerry Lee stepped in back of her, running his hand over her battered ass cheeks, igniting a fresh bout of pain in them. “I'm going to use this on your asshole and finally between your legs. It's going to be very painful; you'll think I was ripping the flesh from your body. All you have to say is a few words for me to stop. Just say, ‘Master, please fuck me."’ Jerry Lee stepped back a few steps so he could get a good aim. She was trying to clench her ass cheeks together, but her wide-spread legs allowed her little room, her asshole still open and exposed.
She couldn't believe he would hit her there. It was bad enough when he caught her breast with the whip, now he was threatening to beat her between her cheeks and her legs. She clenched her cheeks, but she knew it did little good. She would hold out as long as possible, sure that he wouldn't fuck her in front of Mistress. Mistress wouldn't allow such a thing. “EEEEEEEHHHH.” The scream was torn from her lips, her throat sore from screaming so loud. It felt like he was driving a wedge in her backside. She felt the sharp bite on her tender hole, tearing the tissue, feeling like he was trying to drive it up inside her.
Jerry Lee hit her asshole with precision, the tip of the quirt attacking the tiny hole. He was greeted with such a loud scream it even shocked him. Wanting louder screams, he sliced the quirt up between her legs attacking the tender inner lips that were spread open. He heard the loud splat as it hit her moist flesh with a sickening smack. Her body almost bounced up in pain, a shriek even louder then the last one torn from her lips. He danced the quirt back and forth, her pussy lips swelling from the harsh attack of the quirt, the pink insides turning red as he beat the soft flesh. He loved the way her body jerked up into the air when he drove the quirt straight up between her legs, the cuffs finally stopping her from going any higher and the quirt finding her most intimate flesh to beat.
She was sure she was ruined for life. Her anus fluttered painfully, Paris unable to control her muscles as the quirt attacked her backside with impunity. But it was worse between her legs, the quirt pushing aside her lips to attack the most intimate inner lips, her pussy folding over the quirt almost lovingly as it slapped her harshly. Her body jerked up and down in pain, Paris sobbing loudly, no longer able to catch her breath, the pain overcoming all emotions. She finally surrendered, blurting out the unbelievable. “Fuck me, Master."
Kaitlyn grabbed the quirt, slicing it up between Paris's legs to attack her pussy, this time her accuracy on target as the tip of the quirt sliced into Paris's clit. The shriek of pain was inhuman, ringing throughout the house. She moved close to Paris. “And you're going to have to lick my pussy. Or would you like me to beat your clit to a pulp?"
The pain shot to her head, never believing anyone would whip her there, especially another woman, one that knew how sensitive her clit was. The pain was unbearable, Paris agreeing to the outrageous demand, not even sure if she could do such a thing. Lick her pussy? She could only nod her head in agreement.
Jerry Lee took her down, making sure he ran his hands over the deep welts in her body to remind her of her cooperation. With her beaten ass and back, she would give him a good ride; any touch on the bed would send her hips back up, her pussy impaling itself on his cock. He threw her onto the bed, seeing her cringe in pain as her whipped back and ass touched the blankets. He slowly stripped off his clothes, making her watch as he took his large cock out, hefting it in front of her. “This is for you.” He watched as Kaitlyn hiked her dress up, already naked beneath it. She got on the bed at Paris's head, her knees on both sides of her head. She tucked her dress in her waist, naked from the waist down.
"Lick my pussy real good or I'll beat your clit some more.” Kaitlyn could see the look of surrender in Paris's face. She reached forward, gathering up Paris's ankles in her hands and began to draw them up and out, spreading her open for Jerry Lee to fuck. She lowered her body down until she felt Paris's nose against her pussy. “I wanna feel that tongue, not your nose. Now lick!” She was rewarded with the tentative touch of Paris's tongue between her pussy lips. It moved back and forth, testing. “A little harder. Yes, that's the way. Now keep it up while Master fucks you. You'll give us both a good ride or it's bound back up to get beaten.” She felt the tongue move more energetically.
Jerry Lee crawled onto the bed, a glorious sight as Kaitlyn spread Paris open like a spring chicken, pulling her legs back until her pussy spread open, the battered flesh still serviceable. Her blonde hair did little to hide the lovely slit, her lips now swollen from the quirt; the pink inner lips now a dark red. Even her asshole was a dark forbidden red, the tiny ho
le pulsating in pain. He stroked his cock, not caring if she was wet or not. He could hear the sound of Paris licking Kaitlyn's pussy and from the look on Kaitlyn's face, she was doing a good job. He moved forward, hefting his cock until he pressed it between the thick, puffy lips, the soft skin folding over the head of his cock.
She could barely breathe, Mistress smothering her with her sex, Paris's mouth filled with the taste of another woman. Her tongue already ached, but she knew she could not stop until she satisfied her Mistress, more afraid of her than of Master. Her crotch ached as Mistress kept her legs up and back obscenely wide, feeling the hot, pulsating flesh of a man pushed between her pussy lips. It almost felt good, anything was better then the bite of the whip. She felt a pressure as his prick battered against her tiny hole. There was a stretching, grunting as something too big was being shoved inside her. She could do nothing but bear the pain, feeling her pussy stretching to accommodate the hot, hard flesh that was trying to enter her. She moaned as she felt it enter her, her pussy stretching too wide, sure he was tearing her as she felt a large lump plop inside her. She felt the pain inside, feeling his cock pushing against her last vestige of innocence, her hymen. She braced herself for the onslaught of his cock, it not taking long until she felt the painful tearing.
Jerry Lee felt her hot, tight pussy grip the head of his cock. He shoved with his hips until the head of his cock was snuggled tight inside her, pushing against her cherry. He grunted as he shoved his hips forward feeling the tiny membrane stretch before it finally broke. His cock plunged unopposed inside her, shoving aside all her resistance as he slid in, lubricated by her virgin blood. Kaitlyn had pressed down on her face, muffling her scream of pain as her virginity was taken forcefully from her in an act of rape. Jerry Lee pulled his cock out until her tight insides gripped only the head of his cock, shoving back in again until he found her resistance, her muscles stopping it from going any deeper. He looked down, his cock covered in a coat of pink blood, half of it inside her, half still to go before he buried it all the way inside her. He cared little if she was wet, her blood was all that he need for lubrication to fuck her and fuck her he did. His hips began to move back and forth, each stroke bringing him deeper inside her tight body. Her muscles fought him, Jerry Lee fucking with all his strength. He could even make out some moisture in her pussy, Paris's body finally surrendering to his masterful fucking.