More Molly ~ Pt 8

"I'm so sorry!" Tricia whispered beside the exhausted slave she had just eaten into intense orgasm. Molly had bounced wildly on the bed as Rob had gruffly ordered Tricia not to stop. With her face buried int he other girls cunt Tricia could just barely catch a glimpse of Marcus, looking quite pleased with himself, as if already enjoying the punishment he was soon going to administer. Now, with the two men having left them to prepare the dungeon, Tricia shivered, but Molly tuned starry eyes to the new girl.

"Don't be sorry." She said softly.

"But,....but .... what will he do to you? You will suffer his punishment because of ME." Tricia said, near tears.

"No." Molly chuckled slightly. "I will suffer because of ME. I was the one who disobeyed. You did exactly what you were told."

"I should have stopped, I shouldn't have let you cum." Tricia whimpered.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Molly scolded her. "Save your own hide! Don't worry about me. This won't be the first time, or the last time, that my master takes delight in my punishment. Not the first time it's been for cumming without permission either." Molly raised herself up on one elbow and looked at the teary eyed girl beside her. "Believe me, they knew exactly which one of us they wanted to see take the whip, and you've pleased your master tremendously by providing the right outcome."

Tricia shook her head. "They both wanted to whip you and not me? I could tell by your master's face he could hardly wait, but my master too?"

Molly laughed out loud this time. "God yes! My brother loves to watch me take the whip!"

Tricia's eyes widened in shock. "You're brother!!!"

Molly's expression softened. "Yes. Your master... is my brother."

"But... but... he fucked you!"

Molly laughed again. "Yes, he sure did that!" She sat up and brushed the sweaty hair from Tricia's face. "Girl, Rob is my brother. He loves me very much, as his sister, but he's a master, and I'm another master's slave. He knows what that means. As a slave, I'm usable for any pleasure my master chooses to share me with him for. He separates our relationship from my slavery.... I am a slave. It's what I am, not who I am. Now don't get me wrong! There will be times he will want to punish you, but this time, I think they both wanted you to learn something... what it means to obey your master, and what happens when you don't. Since I'm more used to receiving punishment, it is my lesson to teach you this time. Your time will come, perhaps when you least expect it." She smiled at the other girl and dried her face with her fingers, then slid off the bed.

"I had better get going, before my punishment is increased for my slowness." She winked at Tricia as she prepared to crawl away. "Not that I would entirely mind that though you know. Now come, they will want you to witness my pain."

Molly crawled into the dungeon just as Marcus was turning to call for her, with Tricia cautiously crawling behind her.

"Ahhh, good, the bitches are here. Rob, set up your little whore over there I think, where she will get a good view of things. You, my slut, come prepare your flesh for the whip."

Marcus was extremely eager for his slave's punishment this day. The week had been stressful... too stressful! He ached to swing the whip and listen to it crack in the air, and snap as it landed on her waiting flesh. As he tied her hands above her head and bent her over so that her pendulous tits hung down under her, his fingers itched to hurt them. He allowed himself that pleasure for a moment or two, stroking her tit mounds, pinching and twisting her nipples, but he knew he could not linger with this entertainment for long. His cock was already growing in anticipation, and he wanted to get a good session in before it needed to empty.

Quickly he picked up the rope from the floor and began to bind Molly's tits tight, til their colour began to darken. He ran the rope snugly around her back from the tits, then tied it off, and slowly began to raise the other rope that held her hands, raising her til she was kneeling upright. Pulling on it more, she was soon on her feet, then her toes, her arms straining against the rope, her tits quite dark now as they attempted to settle against her chest.

"Look at her!" Marcus said, proudly, glancing at the other slave. "Tits as they are meant to look!"

Tricia shivered slightly. Molly's tits bulged out dark in front of her, starkly contrasting her pale flesh, yet the look in her eyes was not that of pain, but rather of longing, as if she wanted all of this and more. What made Tricia shiver even more was her own reaction to it. She felt her own tits begin to ache, felt her cunt clench, and knew she would welcome the same treatment at any time from her master. She was sitting on a straight backed chair that had, instead of a seat, a V shaped bottom. Her ass was perched on the bit of a shelf at the back, and her thighs were tied to the arms of the V, so that her legs were spread open wide. As she felt her cunt heat up, she knew perfectly well why she was spread like this. Her master would not only want her open to his view, but would want to see how wet the other slave's punishment made her, and quite likely she'd also be freely usable like this if her master's cock needed relief while witnessing the whipping.

Marcus was circling around where his slave now hung from the rope. He had secured her feet to rings in the floor so that her legs were spread as wide as possible, and now he taunted her, calling her names, and degrading her, telling her why she deserved what she was going to get.

"I should gag that worthless mouth of yours too, but perhaps Rob's slave will learn a better lesson if she hears your screams un-muffled." The whip cracked in the air behind her, and she flinched, but it was merely a test swing. Her breathing quickened nonetheless, and her heart began to beat faster. She knew the whip would strike her soon, she just didn't know where.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. The next time the swoosh of the whip was heard behind her, it stung across her bare ass leaving a bright red welt and eliciting a cry of pain. This spurred Marcus on, his need for her whipping great after the unexpected hiatus they had taken while rescuing the young girl, and now his desire raged within him. The whip lashed across her ass once again, then her back and thighs, kissing increasingly closer to her cunt until she wailed out in pain as the tip of the whip connected with her fuck hole. He changed his direction, the delight evident in his face, and the whip began striking her bound tits and across her sensitive nipples.

As her cries filled the room the whip dropped to the floor and he quickly stripped his belt off and began strapping her tits vigorously with it. Every few lashes the belt connected between her legs on her open and dripping cunt, or behind her across her burning ass, then returned to her tits. His breathing quickened, his face tense, his eyes burning with the pleasure he was getting from her punishment, until finally, her screams of pain became screams of pleasure as her body defied her and exploded into a pain induced orgasm. She convulsed in her bindings as best she could as he continued to lash at her nipples, keeping her cumming wildly as long as he could. Then the belt too dropped to the floor, and he stood panting, exhausted, looking at her before slowly turning his gaze to the other slave.

"That," he announced breathlessly. "is the best painwhore I have ever had the pleasure of owning!"

Molly hung limp now, moaning and whimpering in the aftermath of the tremendous orgasm, the pain slowly beginning to filter back into her conscious mind as the effects of the orgasm subsided. Marcus detached her legs and lowered her arms, till she lay limp on the floor. Quickly he untied her hands, only to retie them behind her back, and add another rope to her elbows so her shoulders were pulled back, forcing her tightly bound tits to strain at their ropes.

"Again you defied me, you pain loving whore! Again you came without my permission!"

She lifted her eyes to his, knowing full well she had done exactly what he had wanted her to do. He grinned at her with a wicked grin and reached for the rope that had suspended her from the ceiling. This time, instead of attaching it to her wrist bindings, he hooked it securely onto the rope between her tits, and slowly began to raise her back up. Before long, she was suspended in mid air before them, hung only by her tits. He stepped back and looked at her, his cock swelling at the sight. Oh how he loved to see her like this, but he knew time was of the essence, he could not keep her tits tied like that much longer or they would be damaged.

Quickly he turned to Rob, and the next part of their plan moved into action. Rob had untied Tricia and forced her to the floor. Marcus now forced his raging hard-on at her face while looking at Molly.

"Since I allowed Rob to use your cumhole as a vessel for his slave to drink his cum from, he has so kindly offered his slaves mouth for me to release my cock, as I so desperately need to empty the cum from it. Since YOU are a worthless, disobedient whore, perhaps you will learn more from the humiliation of watching another slave drink the cum you love so much, than you have from my punishment of you!"

Molly hung in pain, watching as Marcus used Tricia's mouth for his pleasure. Rob moved in and forced into his slave's cunt, and they both slammed into her, until Rob pulled out and took her where he wanted to use her most... forcing into her ass as Tricia let out a painful gasp. The two soon came loudly, filling both her ass and her mouth at the same time, before Molly was finally lowered and released from her tit-bindings. She was left to lay in throbbing pain on the dungeon floor as the blood rushed back into her tits, while the masters took Tricia and returned to the main floor to relax.


"More Molly Pt 9"