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digits teasing her sex. Her breathing was ragged and her pleas of, ‘no, no, no.’ soon lost their conviction. His hard strong body against her back and his experienced exploitation of her clitoris was having an effect on the young girl. Her pleas continued, despite the absence of sincerity in her voice.
     
    Again resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, “Beg me to fuck you girl and you won’t feel the whip again today.”
    “No! Please no more!” she begged, appalled at what he asked of her, even as her pussy started to lubricate under the skillful attention of his fingers.
    “So you want ten more lashes?” he asked.
    “No, please don’t make me say it!” she cried, unwilling to ask him to take her that way.
    “If you don’t beg me to fuck you right now I will give you ten lashes far harder than the first ten,” he said, as he slipped a finger into her now moist tunnel.
    She gasped as she pushed her ass back from the intrusion into her pussy and felt his rigid cock through his pants. It was large and now nestled between her ass cheeks, sending an unspoken message to her juicy cunt. But he wanted her to actually ask for it, a thought that was deeply humiliating to the distressed girl. The alternative, however, was far more distressing.
    So she girded herself and said, “Please fuck me.”
    He pulled her tighter to his body and replied, “Not good enough, make me believe you girl.”
    “FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!” she screamed in desperation, partly afraid of the whip, but more so because her sex was on fire.
    Behind the glass Monica could see her lips move and knew what Maria was screaming. She closed her eyes, unable to watch what was apparently about to happen. She knew at that moment that Sam’s cruelty knew no bounds, especially since it was obvious that he wanted to witness her daughter being raped. Even though she saw Maria ask to be fucked, she knew it was coerced and tantamount to rape.
    But Sam had different plans, and after Maria abased herself by begging to be fucked, he simply whispered, “Good girl, you will make quite a fine slut. But you won’t feel my cock inside you until you beg from sincerity rather than from fear.”
    He put the hood back over her head and left her there, alone with the hooded man, as he returned to Monica. When he entered the room she still had her eyes closed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she imagined what was happening to Maria. He was stealthy as he took up a position just behind her.
    “Open your eyes bitch,” he said.
    Hearing his voice startled her and her eyes sprang open to see Maria being released from her bondage. The hooded man had released her wrists and was cuffing them behind her back again, her legs still secured wide apart. Monica wanted to look over her shoulder and face Sam, but she was fixated on Maria as the man now released her ankle cuffs and led her out of sight.
    “I did not fuck your sweet little girl Monica, though I could have. You are the one I want, your daughters are simply additional bonuses should you fail to please me. When was the last time you felt a cock inside your pussy Monica?” he asked.
    The shocked woman was speechless, the answer to his question far too embarrassing to readily admit. The truth was that she had not had real sex since her divorce, deciding to focus all her attentions on raising her daughters. Nearly eighteen years since she had been with a man was a fact she never faced until now, and the thought shook her to her core. That simple question brought out feelings she had buried and a sense of loss she did not understand.
    “A long time,” she whispered, not willing to quantify the statement.
    Sam reached around and grabbed her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and the flimsy bra beneath it. He massaged her orbs, feeling her nipples grow from the attention. He was enjoying this part, getting her to sacrifice herself, or so she would think to save her girls.
    “Are you willing to submit