Dawn's breasts were almost flat now, but her nipples were still hard and standing out. Her pubic mound was prominent and pushed out - a perfect target...for his attentions.The next time Spike hit her with the whip, it was much harder. Breath hissed out of her, but that was it. Again, harder, and this time he was rewarded with a red streak and a moan. Spike continued to whip her back and ass, the measured strokes falling quite hard. She only moaned and ground her hips against empty air. Her sex. Garry had already more or less told me about my direct nearest neighbors in our private little circular cul-de-sac, but Kathy and I hadn't actually made the official rounds of going door to door to say 'Hi neighbor!' yet. Now that we had a final ultimatum from the gang, I wasn't even entirely sure that Kathy and I wanted to continue to put up the fight. Her mental health was dodgy, and the strain of possibly more shootings, or a forceful home invasion, might be entirely too much stress for her. So he started again this time with less moans and groans under him although there was still an occasional ouch or two. Once again try as she might it was impossible for her to get away and his final push also ended with a muffled scream of pain under him.After that time the guy was actually able to go once more.Once again he began to move up and down between her legs and again she tried to escape but failed again. Sadly I was in no shape to help her so she had to endure another round of. “I don’t want any shit from you…you may be superior to shithead in the back seat, but up here I’m the top dog, now get that cocksucker mouth of yours over here and show me what you’re worth!”Cock-Master stopped objecting as his head was forced down. I heard a zipper open, followed by the familiar sounds of sucking, and then deep-throating. I knew from experience how big Piss-Master was, and as I listened to the gagging and slurping wet noise, my own throat pulsed in sympathy. I was discovering.