Midsummer Celebration

"Alright, lay your ass down on the grass," 'Tony commanded, pointing a stern finger at the patch of green near the scattered strawberries. "Legs spread. We want a clear target."

His wife didn't hesitate, despite the trembling in her limbs. She lowered herself onto the grass, wincing slightly as the dry stalks prickled her tender skin. She leaned back on her elbows, planting her feet wide apart and exposing her raw, red pussy to the afternoon air. Her labia were still swollen and angry from Rob's earlier assault, glistening with the remnants of her forced orgasm.

"Irene," I said, gesturing to the brunette. "Make sure she stays open. Hold her legs." The brunette moved instantly, dropping to her knees beside her sister-in-law. She took hold of the blonde's ankles, pulling them even further apart and pressing them down into the grass to keep her fully exposed. Justine looked down at her open legs, her chest heaving with anticipation and dread, before looking up at the three of men standing over her like executioners.

"Who wants to start?" Rob asked.

"I'll kick it off, she's my wife after all" 'Tony said winking at us. He stepped between Justine's spread thighs. The man didn't hold back. His hand came down in a sharp, stinging arc, connecting squarely with her swollen labia. The sound of the impact was wet and sharp, like a whip cracking through wet leather. Justine's body jerked, her back arching off the grass, but Irene held her ankles fast, keeping her legs splayed wide. "One! Thank you, sir!" Justine gasped out, her voice trembling as tears sprang to her eyes. "A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" She recited the mantra that she had learned long time ago.

Anthony didn't wait for her to compose herself. He delivered the second slap with equal force, his palm flattening her tender folds. Justine cried out, her thighs straining against Irene's grip, but she forced the words out through the pain. "Two! Thank you! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!"

He struck her twice more in quick succession, the wet thwack echoing in the garden. By the fifth and final slap, his wife was sobbing openly, her chest heaving, but she recited her mantra like a prayer. "Five! Thank you, my love! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!"

Rob stepped up next, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. "Hey, sis, ready for me?", he asked cheerfully looking at her cunt sporting an angry red color from all the abuse it took. She didn't respond. She was too busy sobbing from her husband's ministrations.

Her brother's first slap was brutal, fueled by the sadistic glee he’d displayed earlier. He didn't just use his palm; he cupped his hand slightly to maximize the impact against her already engorged clit. Justine shrieked, her entire body convulsing, but Irene maintained her iron grip on her ankles, even leaning forward to use her body weight to pin her sister-in-law's legs wider. "Don't even think of trashing, cunt", Irene growled at her.

"Six! Thank you, my wonderful brother! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!", Justine screamed, her voice hoarse and cracking. Robert seemed to take the "brother" remark as a personal challenge. His next strike was harder, the sound echoing like a pistol shot. Justine's hips bucked wildly, trying to escape the source of the agony, but she was pinned fast.

"Seven! Thank you, my sweet brother! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" she howled, tears streaming down her temples and into the grass.

"You're damn right you don't," Rob grunted, bringing his hand down again. He aimed for the sensitive crease where her thigh met her pelvis, the skin already turning an angry shade of crimson.

"Eight! Thank you, Rob! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" The blonde's voice broke into a raw sob, her body thrashing against Irene's hold, but the brunette didn't budge, keeping her sister-in-law splayed open for the abuse.

Rob wound up for the final two, grunting with exertion as he put his full weight behind the swings. The ninth slap caught her right on the tender entrance, making her eyes bulge, and the tenth was a savage backhanded flick across her clit that left her gasping for air, unable to speak for a moment. When she finally caught her breath, she shrieked, "Ten! Thank you, brother! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!"

"Alright," Rob said, stepping back and wiping his hand on his jeans. "Charlie, finish her off."

I stepped forward, feeling the weight of the final five slaps. She looked up at me, eyes unfocused and teary, chest heaving as she tried to recover from Rob's heavy hand. Her pussy was a mess of angry red welts and swollen flesh, glistening wetly under the midday sun. The woman was sobbing and trashing her head, but other than that, she had no choice but to welcome the final five slaps.

I didn't rush. I wanted her to anticipate the sting. I raised my hand and brought it down hard, aiming right for the center of her suffering. The impact was wet and heavy, sending a shockwave through her body.

"Eleven! Thank you, Charlie! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" she screamed, her voice cracking as her back arched off the grass. I delivered the second slap, aiming for the inner thigh, letting the sting radiate inward before landing the third squarely on her mound. Justine's body was a tight bow of tension, her muscles quivering as she fought to keep her legs open despite the agony.

"Twelve! Thank you, Charlie! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" she shrieked, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the grass beneath her.

"Thirteen! <...> Fourteen! Thank you, Charlie! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" she screamed, her voice barely recognizable, raspy from the sobbing and shouting. I saved the last one for her clit, which was peeking out from its hood, angry and hypersensitive. I wound up and delivered a sharp, precise flick that snapped against the tender nub.

"Fifteen! Thank you! A clumsy whore like me does not deserve anything better!" Justine wailed, her body finally collapsing limp against the ground, her chest heaving as she sucked in ragged breaths trying her best not to hyperventilate.