Bill and Tom held Kim's struggling body while Fred drilled two holes in the dining room wall and Ralph fought to screw in two eye-bolts in the wall studs.
"I guess hubby says this is okay, too, Kim."
Tom whipped the baby doll up and off and they dragged the screaming woman to the wall by the leash.
"Please, no!" Kim screamed as Bill struggled with her left arm, finally pulling it up so Fred could tie her wrist to the eye-bolt. As she kicked and screamed he fastened her right wrist as well until her arms were high above her head in a wide "V".
Then she felt Fred's hands moving all over her legs and despite her kicking he tied her ankles together.
"NO!" She screamed again as she saw Bill holding the thick leather-wrapped handle of the whip.
"She's getting too loud," Bill cautioned. "Here, use this." He handed Ralph the ball gag. He caught her shaking head and succeeded in forcing the ball in her mouth, then snapped the leather strap around the back of her head.
"Mrrphhh!" she screamed through the ball gag as she saw Bill move behind her.
He raised the whip.
He world exploded as the whip slammed into her back.
She screamed into the ball gag as six thongs of thick leather slashed her back.
"Errgghh!" the muffled scream escaped.
Bill took aim and Kim screamed again as the whip slapped into her soft round ass.
She screamed a third time as the strands whipped into the backs of her thick creamy thighs.
Kim held her breath through her pain, felt the whistle, and screamed when again the whip slashed across her back.
Again and again he whipped her.
The whip was an erotica store toy and was not designed to cut flesh, but each stroke of the whip left six wide red welts.
Finally he finished whipping her. By now Kim hung whimpering from her wrists, her back crossed with forty-eight red welts, her ass and thighs with two dozen as well.
Fred released her from the wall and Kim fell to the floor. But instead of allowing her even a moment's relief Bill led her by the leash crawling across the floor. He made her kneel on wobbly legs and drew the white chemise over her shoulders. It was backless – an accident but fortunate for her tortured back. He made her step out of the pink g-string, falling the first time she tried, and put on the sheer white thong.
Bill pulled her up by the neck to stand on her weak legs, and stared at her hairy pussy revealed under the see-through panties.
"You can have that drink now, kitten," Bill laughed as he pulled her by the leash to the couch.
She took the tall cold glass and drank to relieve the pain in her back. In a short time she felt the room begin to spin.
"Ready baby?" Bill smiled.
"Don't, please," Kim cried. "I can't take anymore."
"You'll take what we give you!" Bill said wildly. Even drunk she could tell he was losing all control and for the first time she began to think they would just kill her.
"No!" she slurred. "I'll fuck you. Please don't kill me!" she squealed.
"You fuckin bitch!" Bill screamed as dragged her to the dining room table. "I tell you what happens!"
Ralph grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms hard to the opposite end of the table while Bill threw the hem of the camisole up over her ass. She screamed as he yanked the thong down her hips.
Kim lay on the table, gasping for breath.
"You wanted her ass," Bill panted to Ralph. "Come and get it!"
"NO!" Kim screamed. "Oh god NO!!!"
Ralph handed her arms to Bill and he held her wrists long across the table as Ralph moved behind her and spat in his hand. A few strokes later he pulled out and she felt his slime-soaked cockhead poking at her asshole.
"NO!" she screamed again to no avail. Her mind exploded as Ralph shoved his cum-dripping cock through the tight ring of her asshole.
Ralph was still pissed Bill had pulled him off of her the day before – and took it out on her asshole.
