A Red Evening

Now this was a legit whip.

A long, single tail whip.

I could do some serious damage with this.

“MMPFFF!” Rachel shouted. I don’t know why. Her ass was to me, she didn’t have any idea what I was planning behind her back. Neither did Bonnie and Alexa.

Rachel, as well the sofa, was still wet from her orgasmic squirting earlier. The way Anna-Marie kept taking photos of the three perfectly lined up asses… well, it couldn’t be nothing but extremely humiliating. Rachel’s trait was bringing her near the edge again. Alexa on the other hand hadn’t even cum yet, but her pussy was looking like a leaky faucet. One drop after another hitting the sofa cushions.

Bonnie was a little dryer. But I’m pretty sure she was turned on. Not that I cared too much, I planned to use her like a toy, just for my pleasure. And she was already a doing a fine job at that.

I had never used a whip before. So I needed to give it a test run.

I wound up my hand, and released the whip on the air in front of me. The whip made a sharp, terrifying crackling sound.

Nice.

I wasn’t the only one who heard it. The three asses in front of me all of a sudden jumped up, out of fright.

“What was that? What was that?”, a panicked Alexa shouted while Rachel just muffled something. Most likely curse words.

“Jack…” Anna-Marie lowered her camera.

Oh God. Was she going to interrupt my fun again?

“…This is so wrong… But I can’t deny, it’s really, really powerful. I’m talking award-worthy.”

I almost chuckled, but managed to suppress it.

“It sure is. Just make sure you capture everything.”

“Oh. I definitely will,” she said excitedly, and was back behind the lense again.

I cracked the whip a couple more times. Both for practice, and for enjoying the trio of scared asses bouncing up and down every time they heard that crackle.

Enough practice.

“Now. Girls. All three of you have given your souls to the most wicked of temptations. Lesbianism. It is pure evil. For it is lesbianism that separated a woman from man, from the natural order. A woman is meant to be subservient to man alone. Am I right?”

No answer.

“You will answer me.”

I cracked the whip in the air. All of them shrieked.

“Yes! Yes sir! I’m so sorry! Please let me go!” Alexa pleaded. (ALEXA: +4SP) (+43SP)

“You’re right sir, lesbianism is bad! Please forgive us!” Bonnie pleaded. (BONNIE +3SP) (+40SP)

“MMPFHFFHF!” Rachel tried saying something. Since it didn’t give me any points, it probably wasn’t pleading.

Time to test this bad boy out.

I was feeling pretty good about my aim, and let the leathery whip fly.

It hit the target perfectly, right on Rachel’s shiny globes. The whip cracked, leaving a serious welt on her buttocks immediately.

“MMMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Rachel screamed, with her luscious ass bouncing up in the air like it was shocked with electricity.

Boy, that scream sounded painful.

Alexa and Bonnie both turned their heads to her in shock. I think they could almost feel the pain radiating from her just by looking at her contorting face.

She was now serving as a prime example why not to go against me.

“Now, Rachel. I hope you reconsidered. Give me the correct answer.”

“….mmppffpmmfp”. (RACHEL: +6SP) (+35SP)

Huh. Well, I guess she gave the right answer then. Wish I could’ve heard it.

Anna-Marie was taking closeups of the welt on her ass now. That had a particularly clear effect on Rachel, who began slowly rubbing her pussy against the sofa.

Huh. Right after that **** pain she was already in search of **** pleasure.

She was clearly a domme. Most likely a lesbian domme. I wonder how her brain felt about the fact that she was getting completely dominated by a man and feeling extremely turned on?

Maybe this experience was going to leave her thinking her life over again.

In fact, I was sure it would.

“All three of you were overtaken by the Devil! Therefore, we need to drive the Devil out! We will do that with pain and pleasure. First, pain to make the Devil leave, and then pleasure to reward the body for getting rid of the Devil.” The shit I was saying wasn’t really making any sense, but who cared? I didn’t need to roleplay in the first place, I was just having fun.

“First, pain.”

“Please, I agreed-“ Alexa started. Too late.

CRACK!

The whip successfully connected with her ass.

“AAAAAAAMMMMMAAAAAHHHH! No no no nooaaaah….”

Her scream was even more painful than Rachel’s, but it ended itself as a sexual moan. As Anna’s camera was nearing her freshly bruised ass, Alexa was also in the process of losing her mind and began rubbing herself against the sofa.

“Devil begone!”

CRACK!

One more perfect hit, right on Bonnie’s ass. Damn, it was very convenient that I had become such a master whipper in such a short time.

Her little ass jumped in the air. Bonnie tried her best not to scream, but it was nearly impossible. It came out as a “NNNNGGHHAAAAAAAA”.

But kudos for trying.

Now all three asses had a clear red line in them.

Damn. This was no lover’s whip, this was hard-hitting one. It was still a BDSM whip, not a completely real one, but still hurt like hell.

Why did Anna-Marie buy this? Oh yeah, to whip the statue.

Maybe she had some hangups herself.

But seriously… This whip was so tough, I couldn’t use it too many times. I might make some serious permanent damage here. And I wasn’t pro enough to know when too much was too much.

Maybe a couple more times?

I mean how often do you get the chance to whip the asses of three high-end models that are laid out in front of you?

I really really wanted to hit all three at the same time. I wanted to see that. I wanted Anna-Marie to capture that feat.

I think Anna saw what I was planning to do. I winked at her. She got the message, and got herself in a perfect position to eternalize this perfectly.

I readied my hand while listening to the sniffing and moaning of the three models. Weirdly enough, none of them were telling me to stop. Well, Rachel couldn’t, and the other two had still too much moaning and crying to do.

When I finally felt good about my chances…

“Devil, begone!”

WHIP! CRACK! SLAP! SLAP!

All three targets hit. All posteriors bouncing in pain. The most painful end hitting Rachel’s ass, and perhaps even reaching her pussy lips. The beautiful choir of moans and shrieks was almost in sync.

Almost.

“Devil, begone!”

WHIP! CRACK! SLAP! SLAP!

Another perfect hit. And this time even the choir was in sync. Beautiful.

Beautiful asses with three red welts running all over them.

Cries and moans filling out the entire studio.

Just because I wanted so.

One day, I would line up every single employee at Mirage the same way, and…

What the fuck Jack? You’re fantasizing about the future? Now? With this fantastic scene in front of you?

Focus!

Alexa’s eyes were dripping tears. But it didn’t look like she was crying. She was still humping the sofa, now with even more gusto. She had closed her eyes and was breathing more and more rapidly. Like someone who was just about to cum but never quite getting there. Almost like her tears were just involuntary.

Bonnie was looking at me like a lost child, asking me not to whip her anymore with her big watery eyes. Rachel was too stunned to do much, but she was still gyrating against the sofa, slowly.

Anna-Marie gave me a wink. Apparently she got a pretty nice picture of the synchro-whipping.

Awesome.

“Okay, girls, I believe the Devil has left your bodies for now.” Bonnie sighed. Rachel and Alexa however were lost in their own worlds, so I’m not sure they even heard me. “Now it’s the time for pleasure part.”

I dropped the whip and went to the plastic bags.

Amazingly, Anna-Marie had actually gotten three fairly large vibrating dildos. I mean they were useful now, but…

“Anna, why did you get these?”

She looked away, ashamedly. “Oh well, I though they could spank the statue with those…”

Thank God I scrapped that idea.

Either way, it was time to plug up the leaking girls.

That procedure was surprisingly swift. Rachel and Alexa didn’t fight against the **** insertion of the dildo at all. It was exactly what they craved right now. Both made sounds like cats in heat as I installed the enormous things in their dripping cunts.

Bonnie, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant.

“Bonnie. Stay still like a good girl.”

Sure, I could’ve ordered her to “hold that position”, but this gave me a chance to earn some points. And eventually, she did obey. (BONNIE: +5SP) (+45SP) She moaned as I stuffed the fake penis deep inside her pussy. She let out a very interesting, almost guttural sound. I was looking forward to hearing more of that.

Then, I turned all three vibrating dildos on. Simultaneously.

Now this was true orchestra of moans. Ooh and aahs and nghs all over the place. Rachel and Alexa didn’t give a shit anymore, and just gave in to their feral selves, and tried actively fucking the dildo to cum as quickly as possible.

They couldn’t. They could only drive themselves more and more insane with lust as Anna-Marie snapped photo after photo of the pair of them becoming less human and more insane, nymphomaniac bitches, fucking the dildos like their lives depended on it.

Rachel had the gag on for long enough. I ripped it out of her mouth, along with Alexa’s panties. She turned her head to me. Her eyes were almost glassing over by now.

“Did you like the taste of your colleague’s dried up juices?”

“cumm… I need to cumm…. why can’t i… huaaangh… oaaaahaaaah…”

Oh wow. That’s all she could say?

Was I in danger of frying out their brain cells here?

“Well, you see, Rachel… You can’t cum. Not until I allow it. For you see, I am the only human being on earth that can make you cum from this point on.”

Some life and intelligence was returning to Rachel’s eyes.

“Wh-What?”

I winked at her and left the sofa.

And then, for the next fifteen minutes, I left the girls just humping their dildos, desperately trying to prove me wrong. That they still had independence over their orgasms.

Well that’s what I thought anyway. Not that they had a choice about what they were doing.

I really wanted them well-trained for the next part.

I don’t think I even need to mention it anymore, but Anna never stopped clicking her camera. After fifteen minutes Alexa and Rachel had become just the drooling versions of their former selves. Only thing on their brains was the quest to cum. Bonnie was there too, although not quite to that level. Not at the drooling-level.

The smell in the photo studio was nothing but sex. It stunk up every corner of the room. Along with the endless moans and cries and rapid breathing.

The place sounded and smelled like a bordello.

As fun as it was to watch them bounce up and down like the **** bitches they were, it was time for the next part.

I pulled the dildos away from their three needy cunts. They all came out with a watery “PLOP”. Each of the girls was moaning some variation of “noooo” as I snatched their toys away.

Poor dildos already looked extra worn, like they had just returned from the war or something. I disrespected the war veterans by just throwing them away.

Then it was time to finally release Bonnie and Alexa from their handcuffs, and Rachel from her ropes. All three were too exhausted to even fully enjoy their new found freedom.

The three insanely gassed women were just sitting, practically laying on the sofa, staring at me with almost empty eyes. Their liquids still flowing everywhere. Alexa’s pussy living a trail of juices of Bonnie’s thigh. The sofa was almost like a waterpark, with clear sloshing sounds every time somebody moved.

I stood in front of them, dominantly.

“And now, girls, it’s time to be properly subjugated again. Subjugated to man,” I said gruffly, taking a small dramatic pause.

“I order you to lick my shoes.”

That brought some life back into their faces. I could see some anger forming on their pretty faces again.

“But as you see, I have only two shoes. The one who is slowest to lick them won’t be allowed to cum today.”