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'I didn't think so. You may be a natural.' With that the lash fell across her back again, the loose end slapping her right breast. Again and again it fell, from her shoulder blades to her calves, and though I lost count, I knew my wife had taken more than a dozen blows. Leah moved quietly to the far side of my wife, who was now hanging against the rope, gasping for breath. The camera beside me never stopped clicking.

The new position gave her access to my wife's front, and this time Leah laid the strap across her exposed breasts. From this angle I could clearly watch the end of the leather wrap around my wife's body. She let out a howl from the pain in her breasts, and tried now to move backwards away from this new attack. When the next blow landed across her stomach, it was certain the scream would attract the attention of anyone who happened to be around the lake as it echoed off into the distance.

Leah paused for a few minutes and studied my heaving wife with glee. She grabbed the top of her outfit and pulled. Her breasts were exposed as snaps were released, and the covering removed. The leather still remained snug under her large breasts, lifting them up so that they stood out proudly from her body, capped by large erect nipples. Her breasts swayed deliciously as she laid the next few blows across my wife's thighs, eliciting more screams.

Then stepping back a short distance, her skill with the strap was demonstrated as she landed two consecutive blows on my wife's right hip, her spacing causing the end of the lash to curl in directly on my wife's pussy. My wife howled as she again lifted up on her toes, reaching for the sky as she tried to escape in the only direction she had limited movement. When the next anticipated blow didn't come, she slipped back down, hanging limply from the limb over head. Her head slumped forward, as she muttered softly, 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!'

Leah coiled up the strap and laid it on the table as she sat next to me, leaning in to my ear with her left hand covering my crotch. 'I see this turns you on.'

My eyes never left my wife, and I swallowed hard before answering. 'Yes.'

She laughed, nuzzling into my cheek, pressing her bare breast against my arm as she openly rubbed my groin. My wife's breathing was starting to level off, and she shifted more of her weight back to her legs to relieve the strain on her arms. As the sheen of sweat that now covered her body began to dry in the light breeze off the lake, chill bumps could be seen rising up on her skin.

The stockings now had tears front and back where the strap had fallen, with the redness of the skin beneath showing through. The erotic sight of her welt-covered body, naked and suspended from a tree, complimented the welcome hand on my crotch, as I responded to Leah's touch.

Leah continued to rub my crotch, but her attention was now clearly on my wife. As the minutes of silence ticked by, the anxiety in my wife became visible as she fidgeted against her bonds. Leah whispered in my ear, "I bet she's more turned on than you are', then arose and went to the bag, offering me another good look at her ass.

Moving from the bag to my wife with something in her hand, Leah again stroked her cheek, the tenderness of the act in contrast to the brutality of the whipping she had delivered. It was a calculated move by a person knowledgeable in her craft, as evidenced by my wife's welcome response to the gentle touch. When Leah suddenly kissed her, I fully expected my wife to pull back. In all our fantasies of lesbian acts, the one thing my wife wouldn't discuss was kissing another woman.

Her fantasies centered on other women's breasts, and she tolerated my discussions of oral sex, but she did not enjoy talk of her kissing another woman. This had always been a private source of disappointment to me, as there were few things more erotic in my mind than two women kissing.

So it was with a great deal of shock that I watched as my wife welcomed Leah's lips without hesitation, immediately kissing back in earnest, opening her mouth to share her tongue. They kissed passionately for several minutes, the camera clicking away beside me head, and I watched in amazement as my wife chased to the limits of her bonds, trying to maintain contact, when Leah finally pulled away. The yearning in my wife was visible, as Leah turned to me with a wink, 'See what I mean.'

With that Leah dropped her head and sucked my wife's right breast into her mouth. My wife groaned with pleasure as she pushed out her chest to Leah, exposed on the side of the lake to all the world as a woman sucked on her nipple for the first time. It only lasted a minute, then Leah moved to the left breast, showing it the same loving attention as she extracted another groan from my wife.

When Leah stood again, my wife's wet nipples were poking straight out, eagerly awaiting more affection, as Leah's hand cupped my wife's right breast, squeezing it so that the nipple poked out even further. But Leah did not have affection on her mind as she attached a clip to the nipple, releasing it to apply it's biting pressure.

My wife stiffened up at the pain and let out a moan that was more surprise than pleasure this time. The clip was attached to a chain, and the chain had a clip on the opposite end that was quickly clamped in a similar manner onto my wife's left nipple.

Leah stepped back and dropped the chain, the weight of it snatching at the clips and pulling down on the nipples to which they were attached. My wife squealed and leaned forward, as if she could relieve the effects of gravity. Leah just laughed and walked back to the bag, her bare breasts swaying as she gave me a wicked smile.

'Is it true she's never been with another girl?'

'Yes', was all I could muster.

'She certainly seems willing.'

'Yes.' She certainly did, and I was fascinated.

'I'd love to play, but it's time to get back to work.' The words disappointed me as I watched her ass, carefully aimed at me once more as she reached into the pack. She came out with what I assumed to be a cat of nine tails, numerous long leather lashes attached to a common handle. She turned so I could see the unique handle, which was hard and smooth, jet-black, and shaped like a man's cock.

Turning back to my wife, with one quick swing she laid the whole set of lashes harshly across my wife's ass. She jumped forward with a squeal, the chain swinging wildly as her breasts responded to the sudden movement. This brought a whimper from my wife, which turned to a scream as more blows landed on her lower back.

Leah stepped to her front as my wife once again was gasping for air, her heaving chest causing the newly affixed chain to rise and fall in an irregular cadence.

'Ready for me to stop?'

My wife didn't hesitate. 'No, please don't.'

'You sure?'

'Yes, whip me more. I need it. I want it.'

'But this is more like a beating than a whipping. Is a simple whipping all you want?'

'No. Beat me. Please beat me. Oh God, it hurts, but don't stop.' I was mesmerized. I knew my wife liked rough sex, I knew she liked her nipples pinched harshly, I knew she loved brutal fucking, but I never would have guessed this.

Leah laughed. 'Usually people are begging me to stop by now.' She reached out handle first with the whip, between my wife's legs, bringing it up to make contact with her pussy. She responded immediately, grinding down against the handle. She couldn't see what is was, but it applied pressure in the right place, and that was all that mattered.

Leah held it firmly as she let my wife do all the work, wantonly working her pussy back and forth. It was quite a sight, as she hung her head and ground her pussy against the whip, the chain on her nipples swinging freely between her breasts. With her free hand, Leah grabbed the chain and pulled outward, stretching the nipples away from my wife's chest. Her head snapped upwards and she let out a gasp at the pain, but her hips never stopped moving against the object pressed up into her pussy.

Leah held her like that for a full minute or two, the nipples pulled well out from my wife's body, and the hard handle of the whip pressed up into her grinding pussy. My wife's face pointed straight up with her mouth open in a silent scream as she put on a depraved display for all of us to see, and anyone else who may be watching. Even I was starting to pant now, wanting nothing more than to stroke my own cock as I watched this evil woman play my wife like a finely tuned instrument.

Just when it seemed certain my wife would reach a climax, Leah released the chain, letting my wife's breasts fall back into place. The sudden release caused my wife to throw her head forward with a gasp, and Leah quickly moved the whip handle from my wife's pussy to her lips. My wife accepted the whip into her mouth and eagerly licked her own juices from the handle. 'My, my, we can't come yet', was all that Leah said.

Stepping away from my wife, Leah now repeatedly lashed my wife's helpless breasts with the whip. The onslaught moved downward without pause, until she was openly whipping my wife's pussy. My wife jumped with every blow, howling in one continuous cry of agony. Leah paused for a moment to change position, then resumed the attack on my wife's back, concentrating her blows on her ass and upper thighs, as the chain beat a sympathetic response against my wife's abdomen. The stockings fell away from her thighs in tatters as Leah beat my wife relentlessly, as she had been begged to do.

When she stopped, my wife continued to jerk about as if the blows were still landing. Turning the whip in her hand again, this time Leah knelt before her, bringing it straight up to enter my wife's pussy, shoving it in deeply. Holding it there, it only took a moment for my wife to erupt in orgasm as Leah reached up and this time tugged downward on the chain suspended from her nipples.

The climax made it clear my wife enjoyed this torture, and I found myself hoping that Leah would lean forward and go down on her. But it was not to be, as Leah released the chain and stood, leaving the whip embedded in my wife's pussy.

Leah walked directly to me, her hard nipples indicating her arousal. Without a word, she loosened my belt, then unsnapped my shorts and lowered my zipper. Hooking her hand on either side, she whisked my shorts and underwear down and off my legs, casting them aside. As my rigid cock sprang upward, 'nice one' was all she muttered. Again my hope of what might happen next was off target, as she turned to find something new in the pack.

My naked wife was now hanging limply from the rope, every muscle in her body slack, her head hanging forward. Her skin was red and covered with welts, and the lashes of the whip hung lewdly between her legs. Her strength had given out for the moment, causing her legs to bend slightly at the knee, the ruined nylons in a puddle around her ankles. Her nipples continued to stick out boldly under the pressure of the clips, and the chain rose and fell with her breathing. She looked spent, and I was suddenly concerned about her.

Leah took out a large squirt bottle, and kneeling carefully at the shore, filled it with lake water. Aiming it at my wife, she squeezed and hit her with a strong spray of water, starting at her chest and working up and down. It must have been cold and the shock caused my wife to jump, moving her weight back to her feet as she tried in vain to escape the spray. Leah repeated this process several times, until my wife was soaked front and back, from head to toe, panting in frustration.

When the water torture stopped, my wife was visibly relieved. As Leah leaned in to lick the water droplets from her face, my wife responded eagerly to the tenderness, to my surprise seeking Leah's lips with her own. Leah simply laughed and walked away.

Taking a butt plug from the bag, Leah walked back to my wife and unceremoniously shoved it in her mouth. It was short but wide on the end, with a narrow neck just above a wide flat base. My wife accepted the plug, her cheeks puffing out around the bulb and her lips closing tightly around the narrow portion, with only the base sticking out of her mouth.

Leah came back to the bag, and then finding what she wanted, went back to my wife and started adding lead weights to the chain hanging from her still dripping nipples. They were offshore fishing weights, of fair size, and as each one was added and released, my wife let out a grunt around the plug in her mouth. Standing back to admire her work, I heard the camera clicking again, and I hoped to get a copy of this image of a bare breasted woman standing before my naked wife, whose wet body glistened in the sun, a weighted chain hanging from her nipples, a butt plug in her mouth, and a cat of nine tails protruding from her pussy.

Turning towards us, Leah addressed Steve. 'Can you lower the rope a little?' I had all but forgotten the three guys, and when Steve came around to the cleat on the tree I was surprised to see he was nude, his hard cock swinging as he walked. It was short like he was, but thick and powerful looking, a perfect fit for his stocky build.

He released the rope, and as Leah pulled my wife's shoulders forward, he slowly fed out length until Leah said, 'that's good.' Winding the rope back around the cleat, he leaned against the tree and idly stroked his cock as he eyed my wife, who was now leaning forward about 45 degrees, bent at the waist, with her arms held high in a somewhat awkward position. She hung her head, the weighted chain hanging freely from her nipples, the plug still in her mouth and the whip still in her pussy.

Leah returned to the pack one more time, poured lubricant on her hand, then went back to my wife and started rubbing it into her ass. It wasn't hard to figure what would happen next, but I wasn't looking ahead. Instead I was fixed on Leah's hand, which seemed to linger at my wife's asshole a bit longer than necessary, at least in my active imagination.

When first one, and then a second finger clearly slid in to my wife's anus, my erect cock twitched involuntarily in time with my wife's own lurch forward at the intrusion. But while she may have found the initial penetration a surprise, it didn't take long for the passion built up within her to respond, as she started to push back against the probing fingers. This brought a laugh from Leah, and a smile from Steve, who continued to stroke his own cock as he looked on in approval.

When Leah pulled her fingers out, my wife let out a small moan, which could have been interpreted as relief or regret. Leah removed the plug from my wife's mouth, then returned to her backside and pressed it against her asshole. She simply held it there and watched my wife intently. It took a couple of minutes before it became clear that she would get the result she was obviously seeking, as my wife started to visibly press back against the plug on her own.

Holding it firmly in place, Leah allowed my wife to work herself onto it without assistance, showing the cameras what an unrepentant slut she had become. It took a little effort, which in turn caused the weighted chain to swing provocatively from her nipples, and when she finally got the angle and the leverage correct and the bulb slid past her sphincter, she let out a long, low groan as she now pressed back and accepted the entire plug up her ass.

One of the guys on the cameras muttered, 'Damn.' I agreed. The more my wife degraded herself for these people, the more turned on I became, my hard dick pointing to the sky.

Coming back face to face with my wife, Leah leaned in to kiss her. When my wife felt her lips, she responded eagerly, her tongue blatantly probing the other woman's mouth. They kissed long and hard, like experienced lovers, my wife the aggressor even though she was restrained, seeking out Leah's lips for more every time she tried to pull away. It was a game Leah was enjoying, as she teased my wife into a frenzy, pausing to ask, 'You're sure you've never been with another woman?

'No', my wife responded. Leah thought about this, then looked to me, her eyes more on my hard cock than my eyes, asking me for the second time, 'That true?'

'As far as I know, yes.' I tried to be convincing, but my wife's behavior made it sound like a lie.

Turning back to my wife, she said, 'Well, you seem to learn quick.' She accentuated this with a kiss, which my wife returned in earnest. Then standing erect, Leah used her left hand to lift her right breast, placing her right hand on the back of my wife's head. When Leah guided her in, my wife latched on without hesitation, sucking the nipple and a large portion of Leah's breast into her mouth with obvious delight.

I was breathless as I watched my wife suck on another woman's breast for the first time in her life. I locked on to this scene, trying to burn it into my memory. And what an incredible scene it was, my wife stripped naked, tied in what had to be an uncomfortable position, welts all over her body from a beating she commissioned herself, her tattered stockings collected at her ankles, a whip sticking from her pussy, and a plug deep in her ass, as she lustfully sucked on the breast of her tormentor. Looking past her momentarily to the wide expanse of water beyond, I wondered if anyone else was truly watching this.

Don appeared to my right, carrying a camera, now naked just as Steve was. He was a tall, skinny guy, and his hard dick was long and lean as well. I looked over at Jason to my left. His shirt was off and it appeared he was also naked, his lower half mostly hidden behind the table.

I couldn't help but think my wife would enjoy being able to see. Don started taking photos, this time from much closer range, as Leah shifted my wife to her left tit. She was in no hurry, as she allowed my wife to suck on her breasts contentedly. The violence of the afternoon seemed to slip away to tenderness, as both women enjoyed the awakening of a new, or perhaps suppressed, passion within my wife.

When Leah finally pulled away, her nipple gleaming, my wife let out little grunts of frustration. Unconcerned, Leah squatted and removed the whip from my wife's pussy. Pushing it into my wife's mouth, she told her, 'Don't let this slip out.'

With her body bent forward and her head down, it took a little effort to hold it in. To simplify the task, my wife lifted her chin high, pointing the whip upward at an angle placing it parallel with the line of her back. It was an erotic sight, with the sun shining on the wet part of the handle left exposed, showing that it had been quite a bit deeper into her pussy than it now was in her mouth.

Leah walked to the bag directly in front of me, and while staring at my rigid member she untied the strings on either side of her bikini bottoms. As they fell away from her body, my eyes fixed on her pussy, which was shaved bare, the skin smooth and white.

Smiling at my obvious interest, she tilted her head and batted her eyes sweetly, affecting a deep southern drawl as she said mockingly, 'Why grass doesn't grow on a busy highway, honey.' I had to laugh, noting once again that with the proper make-up and clothing, she could easily be converted to the type of girl you'd be proud to escort to church, or home to see mother.

That image was quickly destroyed as she dropped to the pack and came out with a long black penis-shaped dildo, attached to latex material. She wrapped the latex around her crotch, and after a moment it became clear that the material, once snapped into place on either hip, formed what amounted to a bikini bottom with a rigid dildo attached. The latex fit her very tightly, and as she wordlessly walked back to my wife, her 'cock' swayed back and forth much like Dan's did before her, only hers was much thicker.

I was transfixed, my dick aching, as she eased up behind my wife, placing a hand on either hip. She turned my wife's ass towards me as much as the restraints would allow, then smiling at me she eased forward until her cock head made contact with my wife's pussy lips, which were now partially visible to me. My wife responded immediately, rubbing back against the contact, and I wondered if she understood it was Leah that was about to fuck her.

I excitedly urged Leah on in my mind, and when I saw the cock head penetrate my wife, a soft moan of joy escaped my lips. This amused Leah, and she turned her full attention to my wife as she pushed all the way in. My wife accepted the cock with a show of gratitude, wantonly working herself against the stiff prick now deep inside her. When Leah leaned forward and reached around to my wife's breast, her own tits fell against my wife's back, causing my wife to pause in surprise.