She pushed me into her apartment and slapped me across the face, her eyes burning with anger.  At her command I stripped my clothes off and fell to my knees to use my tongue on her as she hiked up her skirt, pulling her panties to one side.  I was petrified of her--I would do anything as I knew she was capable of anything.

Overcoming my reluctance I pushed my tongue against her wet pussy and even though my tongue was still sore, licked her in a way she liked.

The leather belt around my waist and crotch bit into me and I felt so full, so penetrated and violated... but I also knew I was very wet.  Sylvia came with a rush and I was envious of her, of the pleasure she received while I was constantly denied.

"Please Ma'am," I whimpered when she finished adjusting her dress and she laughed down at me.

"Slut want to come?" she taunted.

"Please Ma'am," I pleaded desperately, the dildos deep inside of me, the humiliation of it all driving me to a fever pitch.

"Haven't got enough cock in both your holes?"  She took a cigarette from her bag and laughed again.

"Please Ma'am, I'm in pain, I need it badly."

"You're a slut!  What are you?"

"A slut, Ma'am," I said desperately and she laughed, pushed her foot against my face.

"Lick it, slut, beg!"

"Please Ma'am," I cried as I licked, and she laughed even more then stood up, pulling me up.  Her hands roamed over my breasts and I squirmed, the dildos deep inside me.  "Please," I whimpered with the intense need.

The door to the apartment opened and Jared filled the doorway.  Sylvia stopped and stood there glaring at her brother as she squeezed my breasts.

"Truce?" Jared said as he walked over, his hand rubbing the leather belt between my legs.  "She's going to soak the leather.  Truce?" he said again, and Sylvia finally smiled.

"Truce... why waste time on each other when we've got her?  She's desperate to come," Sylvia added, squeezing my breasts again.

"Let's see how desperate," Jared said and moved to the telephone where he called someone.  I couldn't hear what he said but I didn't care, so great was my need to come--the constant teasing and the degradation of the day had driven me mad with the need to come.  I wanted to so badly, I ached!

There was a knock on the door and Jared strode over to pull it open.  I lowered my head with shame when some men from the lower flats trooped in, eyes frankly looking at my naked tits.

"This is our slut," Jared said calmly and Sylvia laughed.  "A desperate slut who wants to come.  She's desperate even though her cunt and her arse are filled with fat dildos.  Isn't that right, slut?"

"Yes Sir," I whispered, head down.

"Tell them you have a fat dildo in your cunt!"

"I have a fat dildo in my cunt, Sir," I bleated as his fingers savagely twisted my nipple.

"Tell them about your arse!"

"I have a fat dildo in my arse, Sir," I said, face burning, and I knew I was so wet the moisture was running from under the wide leather and down my thighs.

"Slut wants to flick that little clit of hers so badly, Sylvia had to lock her up.  Show them, slut!"  There were now four men in the room and I paraded myself in front of them, showing them the locked leather belt.

"Go ahead--feel her tits!"  Jared and Sylvia laughed as the men eagerly squeezed my large breasts, leaving red finger marks on my skin.  God, I wanted to come!

"Look here, slut," Sylvia called and I turned to see her holding a small gold key.  "Do you want to unlock it so you can put on a show?  Do you?"

"Please Ma'am," I begged, beyond caring.

She threw me the key, I eagerly caught it and unlocked the belt.  The men's eyes were glued to me as I eased the dildos out.  Red-faced, I squirmed off the dildos, the one in my pussy coming free with a large wet plop.

"On your hands and knees," Sylvia barked and I did.  "Go ahead."

I didn't care how I looked--I desperately put my fingers between my legs and started to tease my clit as the men watched me, my legs and bottom open before them.  It didn't take long and I came with a huge scream; it was painful but pleasurable at the same time and with sweat covering me, I slumped to the floor.

Jared squatted down and savagely pulled me up by my remaining hair to my knees, and his cock rammed into my throat.  Fiercely, he fucked my face, his fingers in my hair as everyone watched.  When he came he spurted over my face, running down my cheeks and nose.  Following his instructions, I crawled over to the other men and begged to suck their cocks.  Of course, they wanted me to and I sucked them one by one until they came, washing my face with sperm--although one held my face on his cock so I had to swallow.

Covered in cum, I lay on the floor as the men sheepishly left.  Jared pulled me to my feet and pulled me over the arm of the sofa, holding my wrists.

Sylvia showed me the thin leather belt she had and then I heard it whistle through the air.  The slash across my bottom was intolerable and I screamed, bucking and trying to move but Jared held me firmly.  Sylvia showed no mercy, slashing across my bottom, my thighs and my bottom again with a savage fury.

I lost all track of time and how many strokes I received... sobbing and crying, screaming, I slumped down, a broken mess of pain.

"You're right," Sylvia said, breathing quickly as she rolled the belt up, "it's much better when we work together."

"No more fights?" Jared asked and Sylvia kissed him on the cheek.

"No more--a team again."

"I'm going.  I have a hot date tonight with the slut's friend.  Have fun."  I saw Sylvia smile down at me through my teary eyes.

"Oh, I will... believe me."

My body burning, I started crying again.

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