The Last Lesbians

[gagged_Louise]

"Not good enough" Willie said, frowning at Beatrice's words and swiped her face with the back of his hand, before silencing her again with the bit gag. He walked around her and saw her powerful body, bolt upright in her bonds and subject to his will to make her bleed and, hopefully, cry like a kitten. Her neck upright, she was visible as a gracious outline in the slightly dim light.

Willie reached a post about six feet behind their captive. He weighed the whip in his hands, leaned slightly on his right leg, and made the first lash. The cord flew out like a sleek, snaky tongue and let loose its six knotted thongs, ending in sharp metal, at her hips and right buttock. Beatrice at first was completely silent, then gave a muted, high-pitched grunt. It ended as sharply as it had begun.
The whip hit her again, knots and bolts dancing over her skin. The soldiers chuckled as they looked on, Beatrice grunting and tugging at the ropes on her wrists as if trying to escape this whipping post where her female pride was in danger of being eaten alive by the minute.

The G.I.'s facing Hannah unzipped their trousers and their dicks loomed in front of her face. Her hands bound at her back, she knelt like a pleasure slut, her mouth wide open. "That's right, sweetie" one of the guys muttered and pushed his swelling head into her mouth, and looked on as she began licking. "That's some slave" the other said and followed on with his shaft beside. Naked and bound, Hannah's torso began waving like a willow. "Mmmgh, mmmgh..." she gasped.