Ben speared the two-pronged jumbo electro wand into the slender blonde's breasts and then sent another shock to her belly before migrating further downward again, giving her pussy a jolt she wouldn't soon forget.
"AYYY!! Please no more!"
Skylar's desperate plea was drowned out by the crack of the whip that now smote her mother's breasts. But her mother's cries weren't just from the five bead-tipped strands now smacking across her chest. With the naked mother and daughter tied side by side on the bed by their ankles, some of the shock from Ben's wand was affecting both women.
Ben and Jayden (AKA J) had been at it now for a solid 20 to 25 minutes. Their arms were not fatigued but their muscles felt that pleasant burn that a good workout provides. As for the two women, they were both slick with sweat, their voices hoarse from crying out.
"Please stop," Skylar whimpered. "Please, please!" Her voice trailed off, too exhausted to maintain the shrill cries she'd been letting loose for the past 20 minutes or so.
"Mmm. Should I stop? Hmm? Should I be gentle with you now, bitch?" Ben reached out and cupped the girl's ravaged sex with deceptive tenderness. It felt so warm to the touch and looked swollen.
"Please fuck me, Master. Use me! Do whatever you want with me, just make it stop!" Skylar babbled. The beautiful blonde begged as if her life depended on it.
"Mmm. You hear that, J? I think this young pussy wants a nice, hard ass-fuck. That's what your telling me, isn't it girl?"
Skylar gaped at him. Her once wavy blonde hair was plastered to the side of her face, soaked in perspiration, and her chest was still heaving. She just knew that she didn't want more shocks. Her face crumpled. The idea of an ass-fuck sounded horrific too, but it was now a matter of degree and finding the lesser evil.
"Yes, Master. I... I want you to fuck me in the ass." The blonde sagged with relief as Ben not only put down the electro wand, he even began to untie the girl's ankles. He then leaned over with the keys to her cuffs. "I'll take these off if you promise to behave, little slut. Do we have a deal?"
Skylar gave a vigorous nod. "Yes, Master."
Meanwhile, J had finally grown tired of creating a criss-cross of welts across Charlotte Bloomington's rounded cones. The celebrity author was gasping, trying to recover her breath, as J let the five tendrils of the whip trail with a tantalizing, ominous promise across the woman's cunt lips.
"Your tits look a healthy shade of red, bitch, and I like the pattern the welts make. Shall we see if you have some screaming left in you and try out your pussy?"
'I deserve this,' Charlotte thought. 'I deserve all the rape and beatings these men subject me to.' She had abandoned her kids, let them deal with her husband's funeral arrangements, to grieve all on their own while she flew off to write and sell her books. Yes, she deserved exactly what she'd had planned for herself this night. Hiring these two actor thugs had been the right decision.
Now, though, submerging herself back in the fantasy and the role she needed to play for her daughter's sake, as a fellow victim, Charlotte roused herself.
"No, please Master... Let me please you."
"But your cries and squeals DO please me, you beautiful whore," J shot back.
J pulled his arm back for a blow right across Charlotte's sex. As the whip landed, the busty blonde shrieked and her entire body writhed, making her battered breasts shake enticingly beneath him. He only got one lashing in, though, before Ben stopped him.
"Hold on, Brother. I've got an idea."
By now Ben had uncuffed the daughter. Skylar rubbed at her sore wrists. For the first time since the home invaders surprised them, she wasn't bound or cuffed. The masked assailant ordered his captive to stand at the foot of the bed while J stepped aside.
"I'm all ears, Brother. Proceed," J said.
Next, Ben stepped behind Skylar. She was looking down at her mom, staring with horror at her mom's whipped breasts, those lush curves covered with welts. Ben reached around and cupped Skylar's perky tits. The young woman could feel his erection pressing into her back, and it made her shudder. His breath tickled ear and those calloused palms felt like sandpaper against her nipples.
"Look at your poor mama, bitch. Those big, sexy tits don't look so good, do they? Tell you what, I'll give you a choice in how I ass-rape you," Ben rumbled. Skylar felt a chill race down her spine, dreading whatever so-called 'choice' he was about to lay before her.
"Option 1 - you kneel and do what I asked earlier - you LICK and SUCK your mom's pussy. Show some gratitude to the pussy that gave birth to you. Comfort her after that nasty beating. She needs it. Do THAT, and I'll use lube when I ass-rape you." He paused as Skylar felt the sickening feeling in her stomach getting worse and worse. "Option 2 - you don't cooperate. You leave your poor mother lying there without any comfort and I just ass-rape you anyway, dry, no lube. So, my cute young fuck-toy... which is it going to be?"
Skylar met her mother's beleaguered gaze while Ben groped, fondled, and kneaded her young breasts and licked up the side of her neck.
"I'm so sorry, baby. You better do what they say - for both our sakes," Charlotte whispered, pleading and resigned as she looked up at her daughter. To Charlotte's relief, Skylar seemed to understand and no longer fought her fate.
Forcing back a fresh wave of revulsion, the gorgeous young blonde finally capitulated.
