Taken

Robert heard the sound of something splashing on the concrete and looked down to see the puddle of piss between Jane’s feet. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “The little frog pissed herself.”

Brenda wrinkled her nose. “Disgusting pig,” she snarled, scowling. “Now we have to clean your mess.”

As Robert went to get some paper towels from the supply cabinet, Brenda continued, “Just for that, you’re getting more than a few welcome strokes. I’m going to punish you good for that.”

Jane started to squeal again.

“Get a ball gag while you’re at it, babe,” Brenda called to him, exasperated. “I can’t hear myself think.”

Robert almost protested. He liked to hear them scream. But Brenda was running this particular show. He would have his fun later, on his own. With a shrug, he selected a nice bright red ball gag. Returning to the women, he dropped a wad of paper towels over the puddle between Jane’s spread legs, and then stuffed the rubber ball into her mouth. As Brenda buckled the leather straps behind her head, Jane continued to squeal, but the sound was now just a muffled gurgle.

She looked super hot, that red ball between her teeth, her eyes wide with fear, her hair wild around her face. While Brenda was choosing her implement, unable to resist, Robert reached out and tweaked the bound, naked girl’s little pink nipples, twisting hard until her face contorted with pain.

Brenda selected a long cane from the wall. Robert moved behind the girl, eager for the show to begin. He cupped his crotch, massaging his aching cock through the denim.

Brenda whipped the cane in the air near Jane’s face with a whistling crack.

Jane’s body stiffened and jerked in her restraints, mewling against the ball gag.

“Now you’ll see what happens to girls who make a mess,” Brenda said, her green eyes flashing. She moved behind Jane and Robert took a step back to give her room.

No warm up. Brenda just let the cane fly. It landed with a satisfying crack against the girl’s small ass.

Wrists shackled overhead, Jane jerked violently forward and gurgled again against her gag as a long, dark red welt appeared on her small bottom. She was dancing on her toes, writhing as if she might somehow get away.

“Hold her still,” Brenda said. “I can’t aim at a moving target.”

Robert moved to stand in front of Jane. He gripped her shoulders to keep her still. “Quit wiggling,” he advised. “You’ll just make it harder on yourself. Take your punishment like a man,” he added with a laugh.

Brenda delivered several more strokes. Each whistling cut of the cane against flesh was like a warm, wet mouth around Robert’s shaft. If Brenda kept it up, he was going to spurt then and there.

Unable to resist, he let go of the girl and took a step back. Yanking open his fly, He reached in for his erection. It was hard as steel and hot to the touch. Rubbing it, he said hoarsely, “I gotta fuck that little ass, Brenda. I gotta do it now, before I explode.”

Brenda lowered the cane and smiled at him indulgently. “Sure, babe. Have at it. But let me get you some lube.”

“Okay, yeah,” Robert agreed, stepping forward eagerly.

While Brenda got a washcloth and a tube of lube from the cabinet, Robert reached up to release the girl’s wrist cuffs from her chains.

Jane collapsed in his arms as if she had no bones in her body. She was sweating profusely, tears coursing down flushed cheeks, drool rolling down her chin to her chest. She looked so vulnerable and virginal. He couldn’t wait to slide his cock deep inside her.

Hoisting her up, he brought her to a nearby exercise mat and set her down on the mat on all fours.

Brenda settled herself on the floor in front of the girl and pulled Jane’s head forward into her lap while Robert hurriedly removed his jeans and positioned himself behind her.

Her ass and the backs of her thighs were reddened and nicely welted. She was shaking uncontrollably and snuffling wetly against her gag. Brenda stroked her lank hair and murmured sweetly, “There, there, little froggy. You took your punishment, and now it’s time for a little fun. It’ll be easier for you if you can just relax a little. It’s going to happen either way, so you might as well enjoy it.”

Robert grinned across the girl’s narrow back at his wife. She was such a delicious sadist. They were truly a match made in heaven.

He smeared some lube between Jane’s ass cheeks and then placed the head of his cock against her puckered hole. He pushed carefully against the opening, not wanting to tear her too much, if possible.

Jane jerked and whimpered, but Brenda held her shoulders to keep her still.

“Yeah,” Robert breathed, power and lust shooting through his bloodstream like a shot of hundred-fifty proof tequila. He moaned with dark pleasure as he pressed into her hot little hole, which gripped him like a vise. She was trembling so hard her little ass waggled like a puppy dog’s. Once he was all the way in, he began to thrust inside her, her shaking body adding a pleasant vibration.