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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or
reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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A Librarian's Training
By Nathan Silvers
Chapter 1
"Yes, it's a weekend training scheme."
"For me, Mr. Pincher?" Gillian Smith gasped, peering at her boss a
little suspiciously through her glasses. "Why me?"
"We decided that you were, uh, you were, ready for new ideas," Joe
finished lamely, looking out the open window. "Some people have their
eyes on you, you know, and so they thought that it would be a good idea
for you to attend this seminar for training." He shuffled some papers
on his desk. "I assume you can go this weekend?"
"Well, yes," Gillian said uncertainly, pushing her straight blonde
hair back out of her eyes. "I suppose so."
"There's a flight at five," Joe said, handing Gillian a ticket. "A
car will meet you at the airport."
"Yes, Mr. Pincher. Thank you," Gillian said, and then left his
office, feeling very strange about the whole thing.
Joe Pincher couldn't have recommended her; he didn't like her at
all. But then, he was a real creep, the sort of boss who licked the
boots of his boss whenever the area manager appeared to check the
library. And the last time Mr. Harper came in, Joe had stood close to
Gillian as she worked, telling Mr. Harper what a bad employee she was.
And now this.
Gillian felt uneasy as she got back to work, putting books back on
the shelves.
Of course, one of the reasons Joe hated her was that she wouldn't
date him. Gillian shivered at the thought of the times he'd trapped her
in an aisle and tried to feel her tits.
Other men had approached Gillian because she was beautiful, but she
deliberately dressed as dowdily as she could and never used make up.
"Gillian," Joe said, coming up behind her, "Since you'll be leaving
early on Friday, you can stay late tonight and do my shift. I have a
date."
"But, Mr. Pincher, that's not fair! I did --"
"Do it, unless you want me to fire you and save them the trouble of
paying for your training weekend," he sneered nastily at Gillian.
Gillian nodded her head and wept a little when Joe had gone.
That Friday night, very nervous, Gillian caught the flight, a small
commuter one, then she was met at the airport by a young, fresh-faced,
brunette-haired girl.
"Hi," the brunette said, "I'm Alda; I'm taking you to the seminar."
"Oh, thanks," Gillian said and sat beside her, clutching her purse.
"I'm Dean's girl Friday," Alda said with a giggle, as she drove out
of the airport.
"Dean?"
"Dean Harper; I do everything for him." She giggled again and
Gillian saw that the girl's already short skirt was riding up her
shapely thighs as she shifted around in the seat. And the top of her
blouse was open just a little more than it should have been. Gillian
would never have allowed her cleavage to show.
Soon they were on a small winding road, and Gillian got nervous all
over again.
"Where is this place?" she asked.
"Oh, a special hotel," Alda replied, giggling again. "Out of the
way; quiet, you know, so that people can concentrate on what's going on.
If you know what I mean."
Gillian didn't. "What's this all about?"
"Oh, it's a weekend for people who show promise," Alda said airily.
"But I've always been told how bad I am."
"I think Dean makes his own decisions," Alda said, driving up to a
small hotel that was surrounded by tall Douglas firs.
Alda led Gillian in and showed her to a nice clean room on the
second floor.
"I'll leave you to tidy up," she said, running her eyes over
Gillian's plain dress. "They'll call you in about half an hour."
"Thank you." Gillian sat on the bed, then stared out the window.
She had a shower and changed; though she put on a dress that was
just as sensible as the one she had traveled in. It was shapeless and
the hem hung to well below her knees. She sat on the bed and waited,
her stomach turning over with nervousness.
The phone rang and she grabbed it in a second. "Yes?"
"Dinner," said a man's voice. "Come to the bottom of the stairs
and I'll meet you there."
"Yes," Gillian said breathlessly. She got up and grabbed her
purse.
She recognized Dean Harper at once. He looked so handsome and
commanding. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and dark hair seemed to
loom over her, as he politely escorted her to the dining room. She
shivered, as his cold gray eyes ran over her as she walked into the
room.
The dining room was small. There was one table set and only Alda
and another woman were at it.
"More people arriving later," Dean said as they sat down. "This is
Rose Hudson; she's on the committee with me."
"Hello," Gillian said nervously, avoiding the other woman's eyes.
Rose was a stringy, good-looking blonde, whose hair had obviously
been dyed. It was teased out around her face, lending a strangely
sexual air to her whole look.
Gillian was almost too tense to eat. Both Dean and Rose asked her
questions and she did her best to answer them, but she was constantly
blushing and wishing she could hide behind her straight blonde hair.
She played with it constantly, and even Rose remarked on how lovely it
was.
"Genuine blonde hair," she whispered, "you're very lucky."
Gillian blushed and drank a little more wine.
Dean filled her glass again. "To make you relax."
Later, she refused a brandy and sat waiting for what was going to
happen.
"Well," Dean said, "let's head for the conference room."
He led the way, and Gillian found herself between Rose and Alda.
It was almost comforting to have two women there to protect her.
The hotel was fairly modern, but the conference room was done in a
medieval style. There were suits of armor, and along the wall were
swords and chains and whips. Along one wall, there was a cage, and a
strange piece of apparatus that Gillian didn't dare go and look at. It
had a frame and straps hanging all over it.
"Still in working condition," Rose chuckled, running her hand over
it. "A torture rack. You see, you can hang the victim by their hands
and feet, and turn them any way you want. Then stretch them." She
smiled. "But we're much more civilized now."
"Yes," Gillian said, and then waited for them to sit down around
the large sturdy table that also looked as if it had come out of the
middle ages.
"I expect you're wondering why we brought you here," Dean said,
standing close to Gillian and looking her right in the eyes.
"Yes, sir," Gillian said, looking down at the floor.
"Sometimes I have employees that haven't realized their full
potential. I like to help them realize it." He stared at Gillian and
waited.
"Ah, yes," Gillian gasped. "I didn't know. Mr. Pincher said that
--"
"Mr. Pincher wants you out; you know why?"
"No," Gillian said, shivering.
"Because you wouldn't fuck him."
Gillian stared and her head jerked.
"You don't think you're good enough for that rat-faced little jerk,
do you?" Dean asked.
Gillian didn't know what was going on. Rose was sitting down
finally; crossing her legs in the long, tight, white leather dress she
wore. The slit at the side showed more of her thigh than Gillian
thought decent.
"Well, we're gonna show you that you're a lot better than that,"
Dean said. "We're gonna teach you all about sex and that. You didn't
think this was a library discussion, did you?"
He grinned as Gillian went white and backed away, clutching her
purse harder. "I-I don't like sex, Mr. Harper."
"Dean," he corrected.
"Please, Mr. Harper, no! I don't want to! I'm sorry; I can't do
that!"
"If you don't, I'll let Joe fire you."
That twisted a knot in Gillian's guts. Her parents would kill her
if she lost this job, and she didn't know what she'd do then. Even at
twenty, she didn't know how to look after herself. But she couldn't do
anything as depraved as have sex, or whatever it was they wanted her to
do.
"No, please, don't do this to me!" She sobbed, and then broke into
tears.
"So, take your dress off," Dean said, leaning on the table.
"You've got one of the best figures I've ever seen, and you hide it.
"No, no!" Gillian shrieked and turned, rushing for the door in a
blind panic. Dean had locked it and it was a massive, thick door that
wasn't going to open, for all her terrified wrenching. "Help, help!"
"Don't bother." Dean leaned against the wall close to her. "The
staff here know what to do. You can scream as much as you like. That's
why we came here."
"Help me!" Gillian screamed, tearing at the door in helpless
terror. Sweat broke out all over her body. "Please, no, don't do it to
me! Please!"
"Take your dress off," he said, as if it was something Gillian did
every day in front of strangers.
"No, please!" Gillian dropped to her knees and clutched at his
legs. "Please, no, please, not this, please! I can't have sex; it
disgusts me, I hate it! Please!"
"I'll tell you what will happen if you don't take it off."
"No, please, how can you want me?" Gillian wept, her glasses
fogged up with the force of her tears. "I'm ugly; look at me!"
Dean laughed, and so did Rose.
"By the end of this weekend, I'll show you just what you've got,
honey," Dean said, "but to show you, we're gonna have to use it."
"I'm a virgin!" Gillian screamed, playing her last card.
"Oh, good; that'll be nice," Dean said, then chuckled again. He
slid his hand under Gillian's chin, pulling her face up to his. "Honey,
I hate to do this, but I'll use anything I have to make you see sense.
Anything!"
He smiled, and his cold eyes went bright with lust.
"He's lying," Rose said, strolling up beside Gillian. "He loves it
when you fight and have to be disciplined." She smiled and leaned in
closer, the waft of her perfume making Gillian's head swim. "And so do
I; I love disciplining girls, love it!"
She smiled even more brightly, and Gillian screamed.
For in Rose's hand was a whip, a curling, single-tailed whip. It
seemed even more menacing, now that Rose wore white leather gloves that
vanished into the sleeves of her leather dress.
"So, take your dress off," Rose said. "It's your last chance."
"No!" Gillian screamed, losing her grip on herself. She tried to
run, but Dean had her arms at once and twisted her around, forcing her
toward the table. "No, please, no!"
Gillian wept, trying to escape his grip, but it was like iron and
before she knew it, she was pushed face down on the tabletop. It was
highly polished and so strong that it didn't shake at all, as she
struggled. Dean had hold of her arm and pressed her down with it,
twisted up into the small of her back.
"Please, no, let me go home!" Gillian wept. Then she screamed,
because somebody had grabbed one of her ankles.
"You want Joe to fire you?" Dean laughed.
"Please, no, let me go!" Gillian wailed, as a metal manacle was
clicked shut around her ankle. "Let me go!"
Alda was pulling on the chain; wrapping it around one of the stout
table legs, stretching Gillian's ankle out.
"Help, please, help!" Gillian screeched, but the chain was wrapped
around the thick wooden support and Alda walked around it, holding
another chain and manacle on the end of it.
Gillian's screams rang around the room, but it was useless. Her
other ankle was bound, and then the terror really started. Her legs
were forced wide open as the chain went around another table leg on her
other side. Gillian wasn't used to doing the splits, and her tendons
were soon screaming in pain, as her legs were forced open as wide as
they would go. But it was the humiliation that got her more than the
pain, the horror of being forced and bound over the table. She wriggled
as hard as she could, but Dean had a strong hold on her arm and anyway,
the struggle with the leg irons had already worn through her tights, and
the thick steel was rubbing her skin painfully.
Suddenly, she jerked even harder, for Alda had gotten a grip on her
left hand.
"No, you can't, you can't!" she begged.
Alda pulled Gillian's arm out, and clipped another chain and
manacle around her wrist. As Gillian screamed and begged, Alda pulled
the chain around a table leg on the other side of the table, and
stretched the weeping, sobbing Gillian out until her hand nearly reached
right across the polished surface. After that, it was an easy task for
Dean to twist her right arm back, give it to Alda, and have Gillian's
wrist clipped and pulled out until she was painfully stretched across
the table; her muscles pulled to the limit, her whole body aching. Her
hips were pressed into the table edge, her ass stuck out, but her long
skirt still covered it and went down her legs.
"Please, what are you going to do?" she wept, twisting around until
she gasped and froze at what she saw.
Alda was taking her clothes off, opening the buttons of her blouse
while she ran her free hand down the front of Dean's pants. And there
was an enormous bulge when she pulled her blouse out of her waistband,
showing the little lacy cups of her bra.
"Please, Dean, can I have one of those boys? Come on, be fair;
you're getting her."
She opened the belt of her skirt and unzipped it, sliding it down
her legs, as she played with his cock through his pants.
He laughed and ran his hands over her bra, feeling her soft
swelling tits. "Sure, honey, but you fuck him here; you know that."
"Sure, baby; I know that," Alda purred, and stepped out of her
skirt, dropping it as she paraded her lovely slim figure in nothing but
her bra, panties, shoes, and white stockings that were held up by lacy
garter straps.
Gillian was so disgusted she turned her head away.
"Key, baby," Alda whispered.
Dean gave her the key and Alda walked out of the room.
Gillian felt Rose's hands running over the backs of her stretched
legs, pulling up her dress and slip.
"No, please, don't do that! Please, don't!" she begged, but Rose
ignored her and went on pulling the flower-patterned dress up the backs
of Gillian's legs, revealing her panty hose and the curves of her
thighs.
Finally, Rose tossed the dress over Gillian's ass, and then slid
the slip after it, revealing her ass and panties under her tights.
Gillian moaned, and her head sank to the table. Her glasses came off.
"Fucking Jesus!" Rose gasped. "She's even better than you said."
She ran her hand over Gillian's ass, and the bound librarian
trembled and jerked.
"Would I lie?" Dean laughed. He sat up on the table across from
Gillian and reached over, picking up her glasses. "Shit, look at these;
they get worse every time I look at them."
He handed the glasses to Rose and the tall blonde examined them.
"You ought to be ashamed," she said, prodding Gillian with her
foot. "You look like you're fifty. We'll soon change that. Call
Marty, Dean; he can do these in no time."
"What are you doing?" Gillian wailed, as Dean picked up the phone.
"You'll see," Rose said.
"Yeah, Marty, hi," Dean said into the phone. "Yeah, new pair, by
tomorrow lunchtime? I knew you could. Yeah, pick 'em up; you wanna see
who gets them. Yeah, we're at the usual." He laughed and put the phone
down. "Now, you just tell us when you want to take that dress off."
Gillian twisted, staring at Rose as the horrible woman stood behind
her, with the whip curled in her hand. The long thin leather tail swung
up in the air; flicking over her round body, cracking with a gut-
wrenching sound close to her ear.
"No, please, what do you want? Please, please!"
"We want you to take your dress off," Dean said.
"No, not that -- I can't!" Gillian screamed.
Dean laughed, and suddenly the curling whip lashed across Gillian's
asscheeks. She jerked, screaming as her whole body went tense. Her
wrists and ankles wrenched against the metal irons holding them.
"Aaaghghhh! Please!" Gillian begged.
"Take your dress off."
"No, no, I can't, I -- aaghhh!" The whip cut more red agony into
Gillian's ass as she heaved on the tabletop.
The door opened, and Alda came back in, escorting a young boy of
about eighteen, who looked stunned. She pulled him to the table and
leaned back on it, spreading her thighs, stroking her panty crotch.
"Take your pants off, big boy," she cooed.
The boy was dressed in a cook's uniform, and he undressed very
fast, staring at Gillian's bound body. His white pants were down his
legs in no time, as Gillian screamed to the beat of another savage
lashing across her ass. Instantly, Alda grabbed the boy's cock through
his briefs and caressed it, stroking the rock-hard boner.
"Take my panties off," she purred, closing her thighs as his
fumbling fingers reached for her panty tops.
"Take that dress off," Dean said softly, leaning in closer to the
sobbing, screaming Gillian.
"No, please! I can't do that, I can't, please -- aagghhh! Let me
go, please!" Gillian screamed.
"If I do, Joe'll fire you," Dean said.
"Please, stop, please, I can't do that, I -- aagghhh!" Gillian
collapsed across the tabletop. But Dean grabbed her blonde hair and
pulled her head up, turning her so that she could see Alda and the young
cook. Alda now had his pants off and his eight inches of cock were
thrusting out, rock hard with lust, as he ran his eyes over Alda's
luscious figure. She was opening her bra and thrusting her tits at him,
and then she kicked her panties off.
"Now, stick that big cock up my pussy!" she gasped, leaning back on
the tabletop; her thighs open, her pussy hair already damp with her
juices. She fondled her large tits, pinching her nipples, as he gasped
and pulled her ass to the edge of the table.
He took his cock and slid it into Alda's hot wet cunt. It went
right in, surging to the top of her pussy with no effort at all. The
boy gasped and fucked his cock into Alda's cunt harder, pulling her
closer to him with each ramming fuck.
"Ohhhh, wow! Your cunt's so tight! Ohhhh, fuck!" He rammed his
throbbing fucker harder into Alda's pussy.
"Come on, big boy, gimme it all!" Alda purred, her dark hair
falling across the tabletop as she leaned back, her legs tight around
his waist.
"Isn't that good to see." Dean grinned at Gillian. "You take your
dress off, and you can get fucked, too."
"Aaaaghhh! Noooo!" Gillian wailed, as the whip cut her ass again.
Already she could feel that her tights were tearing under the assault,
ripping as the whip lashed into her throbbing ass. "Please, not that,
please!"
Gillian screamed. She knew she couldn't take pain like this for
long. She shrieked as the tail of the whip lashed her ass again.
"Noooo, please!" she begged, jerking on the tabletop, her straight
blonde hair tossing all over the place in her frantic pain. She could
see the faint traces of blood on her wrists where the iron manacles had
chafed her skin. The whip flogged her ass once more. "Yes, I'll do
it!" she screamed. "I'll take it off!"
Good," Dean said, then swung off the table.
The whip stopped, and Gillian lay there, sobbing, horrified that
she'd given in to their horrible demands.
The boy fucking Alda worked his stiff boner in her cunt.
"Oh noooo!" he roared. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Chapter 2
Her ass aching with an agony that sent shivers through her, Gillian
straightened up, rubbing her wrists. She moaned, and burst into fresh
tears as she saw the blood on her wrists. Her ankles were still
manacled so she couldn't escape, but she turned and looked down at her
feet. There was a smear of blood on her ankle. With a sob, she looked
at Alda and the cook as he gave a yell of lust, his cock pumping in and
out of the brunette's hot wet cunt.
"Ahhhh, yeahhh!" he yelled, his ass heaving; his hands gripping
Alda tightly; holding her onto his shooting cock. "Ohhh, fuck! I'm
cumming! Cumminnnggg!"
He jerked and Alda gave a scream of fury.
"You fucker!" she yelled, her cunt sliding on his thick shooting
fucker, as it poured out cum deep in her fuck passage. "You fucker!
Hold it in! Satisfy meeee!"
She screamed, her dark hair tossing wildly; her fingernails digging
into his back; running thin red lines into his flesh.
"Aaahhhh! I'll get it up again; I will, I can, I willll!" he
yelled, his cock slamming deep into Alda's cunt, pouring hot wet cum
cream into her sucking fuck-hole.
"You better, you better!" Alda screeched, her pussy sucking and
throbbing around his shooting prick. Gobs of cum were running out of
her pussy as she jerked up and down on his fuck-rod. Her legs were
clasped tightly around his waist, and she gasped with lust.
"Aaaahhh, yeahhh!" the cook yelled, slamming her ass into the
tabletop; ramming his cock into her cunt with furious strokes as his
balls gave out the last gobs of jizz. He gripped Alda's shoulders
tightly, his cock blurring in and out of her cunt as he reached his
peak, shooting thick spunk deep in her pussy.
"Wouldn't you love to be fucked like that?" Rose crooned into
Gillian's ear, making the bound librarian gasp and jump. "Having a
great big cock pumping into your pussy?"
Rose grinned and slid the whip under Gillian's nose, the terrible,
hard leather looking shiny with use.
"Never mind," Rose whispered. "You will have it, lots of cocks,
all shooting in your pussy. I know; I know how it's gonna be."
Gillian burst into more tears and fell forward over the tabletop.
Ignoring her pleas, Rose gripped Gillian's blonde hair and pulled her
back up, grinning at her horror.
"All for you; lots of cocks," she chuckled, and let Gillian go.
The terrified librarian fell across the table again; her legs still
bound and spread wide, her ass burning from the whipping. Close by her,
the cook was gasping as his cock gave out the last oozes of his cum. He
gave a moan and pulled his still half-hard cock out of Alda's cunt.
"I'll get it hard for you," he gasped, and then started caressing
his prick, gazing at Alda and then at Gillian as he did.
"Stupid fucker," Alda crooned, sliding to her knees in front of
him. "I'll give you a minute. If you make it, you can have me any time
you want this weekend. If you don't, tough; somebody else will."
She sank her soft lips over his cockhead, sucking gently on his
cock; licking off his cum that still clung to his prick in thick gobs.
Gillian almost passed out when she saw that. The idea of taking a
man's cock in her mouth almost made her throw up. She saw Alda's soft
lips move down his cockshaft, taking it all in, caressing his flesh, her
fingers on his balls, stroking them, squeezing gently.
"Mmmmm," Alda murmured, sliding the cook's prick into her mouth,
her red lips a perfect circle around his cock. She eased her mouth
back, her tongue flicking all over his fucker. "Not bad, big boy. You
can do it."
"Told you," he gasped, his rapidly hardening boner swelling in
Alda's mouth and skillful hands.
"Mmmm," Alda purred, licking his swollen cockhead. "So, you can
have me when you want, big boy; you gonna fuck me raw?"
"You bet," he gasped and his cock gave another heave in her mouth.
"You better," Alda whispered, sinking her mouth down on the length
of his prick, until Gillian saw her throat swell as she took his
cockhead right in.
Gillian shivered at the horrible sight. She turned away, her eyes
pouring tears. But Dean was there, on the other side of the table, and
Rose was beside her; both of them looking at her with horrible lust in
their eyes.
"So," Dean said. "How about that dress?"
Gillian could see the whip in Rose's hand and she knew she had to
obey. Sniveling, she reached up and fumbled for the zipper at the back
of her long dumpy dress.
The only sound in the room was the moaning that came from the young
cook, as Alda's mouth sucked the last full inch of hardness back into
his cock.
Gillian found the zipper and ran it down to the small of her back,
losing her grip several times. She slowly eased the dress down her
arms, revealing her bra.
It was only when she had her dress around her waist, that she
realized that she had to take it off over her head, since her legs were
still bound and spread. She sobbed, and pulled it up again, but still
nobody tried to help her. Struggling almost painfully, she managed to
pull the garment over her head and drop it on the floor. She felt naked
under their horrible gazes, even though she still had her slip, bra,
panties, and pantyhose on.
"Now the slip," Dean said.
Gillian choked and gave a deep sob. "Please, don't make me --
aaaghghhh!"
She leaped and jerked helplessly, her hands going to protect her
ass as the whip pulled away, leaving a curling line on her slip and
another red welt on her ass flesh.
"All right, I will!" she moaned.
She struggled with her long slip, trying to pull it up over her
head. It was even more difficult than the dress; particularly with her
legs still bound and stretched open. But slowly the long white garment
pulled up, showing her legs again, and then her ass, and finally the
curves of her body. With the final struggle, the bound librarian heaved
the slip over her head and let it drop to the floor. She hung her head,
put her hands over her tits, and wept.
"Jesus Christ, that's nice!" Dean breathed, coming forward and
leaning over the table. "I knew she had a body under all that crap.
Look at her."
He slid his hand out and took hold of Gillian's bra, pulling on it.
"Stop, please, stop!" Gillian begged.
"Take your hands away!" Dean snapped.
The moaning librarian did as she was told, leaving his horrible
hands on her bra.
Then, Rose's hands worked over her tits from the rear, sending
shivers over Gillian as she stood, bound to the table legs.
Dean unclipped the bra, revealing Gillian's wonderful tits for the
first time.
"Fuck, you guessed right again, Dean!" Rose laughed, taking one of
Gillian's nipples in her fingers, playing with the crinkled bud.
Something snapped in Gillian. With a scream, she flung Rose's hand
away and lunged back at the woman, slamming into her hard.
"No, stop that! That's ... that's perverted!"
Instantly Dean grabbed her by the hair and slammed her back down to
the tabletop, almost breaking her nose.
"You don't do that, bitch!" he snapped.
"No, please, no, don't, please!" Gillian begged, her ass heaving,
as Rose's hands gripped her pantyhose and tore at it.
Gillian sobbed as Dean let go of her hair. He walked around the
table and his powerful hands gripped her pantyhose, tearing at it,
ripping the resilient material. Gillian screamed, as he walked around
the table and gripped her hair once more.
"I'm gonna teach you to obey," Rose hissed in Gillian's ear. "I'm
gonna whip your panties off you."
"No, please, I won't do that again! I won't!" Gillian begged.
"Damn right!" Rose laughed, then stepped away.
"No, please, noooo!" Gillian wailed, as the whip cut into her ass.
She jerked against Dean's hand, but his grip was more than strong enough
to keep her face down on the tabletop. "Please, I won't do it again,
I'll do what you want! Urrghhh!"
She screamed as the whip cut her ass hard, leaving a red welt over
her flesh. She flung her hands back to protect her ass.
"Take your hands away," Rose said.
Gillian sniveled and wept, holding her ass, trembling from head to
toe.
Suddenly, Rose gripped Gillian's wrists and wrapped something
around them very fast, binding them together. Gillian struggled and
wept, but Rose slid the leather strap around her neck and pulled,
shoving her hands up almost as high as her shoulder blades. Then, she
tied the strap off and chuckled.
"You'll pay for that, too, bitch!" Rose promised.
Gillian wailed as the strap around her neck began cutting her air
off. She gasped, then heaved, screaming as the whip cut into her ass.
This time Rose was whipping across her ass, lashing into her
panties; cutting up the thin material with each blow, ripping the
garment away in strips, as the whip cut and swung.
"Aaaghgh! Please, no, no, aurrghh!" Gillian screamed, then leaped
right out of Dean's grasp, and went rigid, screaming her heart out.
The whip's tail had cut right between her legs, lashing into her
spread pussy, the tip cutting right into her clit. The agony was beyond
anything she'd ever known. She gasped for air, hands pulling the strap
tighter around her throat. While she was still screaming and gasping,
the whip lashed her again, ripping off a large section of her panties.
Dean grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her back down to the table again.
The pain was driving Gillian mad.
"Now tell me you'll do everything I say!" Rose snapped, lashing
Gillian's ass, tearing off another strip of her panties.
"Yes, yes, I will! I promise! I won't -- urrghhh! I won't do
anything wrong, I promise!" Gillian screamed, as the whip tore away
another strip of her panties.
She clung to the tabletop, her tears pooling on the polished
surface.
"Stand up!" Rose snapped.
Very slowly, her whole body aching horribly, Gillian pulled herself
upright, sobbing and weeping. She looked behind her and saw her
whipped, bruised ass, and the remains of her panties, still clinging
around her waist. Farther down were the remains of her pantyhose,
ripped, and shredded on her calves.
"Push your tits out," Rose said.
Gillian hurried to obey, pushing her lovely tit mounds out over the
tabletop, her fingers wriggling in the bonds that held them. She
gasped, as the strap tightened around her neck. She pulled her hands
back up to allow herself to breathe.
It was horrible, degrading, to have to stand there as Dean and Rose
ran their hands over her body. Her body was luscious. Her long legs
curved from slim ankles to shapely calves and trim knees. The curves of
her thighs led upward to the tight swell of her ass and the mound of her
pussy, which hid the secrets of her cunt in its deep folds. Her hips
curved into a slim waist, then on up to a wonderful pair of tits.
Her nipples were hard, her aureoles lightly covered. And her face,
though red with shame, was still soft and beautiful, alluring in its
innocence.
"Well, baby, you're worth it; worth every moment," Rose murmured,
sliding her hand over Gillian's tits.
She pressed her hips into Gillian's ass, and the feel of the
woman's expensive leather garment sent a shiver through Gillian, even
before she felt the heat of Rose's cunt, burning right through the dress
and into her flesh.
Dean worked one of Gillian's nipples, pulling at it, rolling it
hard, until Gillian gave a moan of pain.
"Don't you love that?" Rose whispered, tightening her grip on
Gillian's other nipple. Her hips pressed even harder against Gillian's
ass, forcing Gillian's pussy into the table edge.
Gillian sobbed. "Yes, yes! I like it!"
"Do you like this?" Rose whispered, sliding her fingernails over
Gillian's nipple; biting in hard, until the bound blonde writhed.
"Yes, I like it!" Gillian wailed, pain throbbing out of her nipple,
her arms struggling to get free, yet only tightening the strap around
her neck.
"Good," Rose purred, then slid her hand down Gillian's back.
Gillian trembled and bit her lip. She couldn't take any more of
the whip, but the idea of having another woman's hands on her ass was
almost more than she could stand. On top of that, Dean's fingers were
still working her nipple and something really horrible was going on
close beside her, as Alda worked the cook's stiff cock right into her
throat.
"Hey, big boy, you really can get it up," Alda crooned, holding his
cock in her skillful fingers.
"Told you," he gasped, then slid his rock-hard fucker right between
Alda's lips until it was all in her mouth and throat, and her wicked
little tongue flicked out over his balls.
With her lips caressing every inch of his cockflesh, Alda worked
her mouth back up and ran her tongue over his throbbing cockhead.
"How about you fucking my ass?" she whispered. "Right in front of
little miss virgin there?"
She giggled, sinking his cockhead back into her throat.
"Sure!" he gasped, his cock fucking harder.
"Come here!" Alda giggled, and pulled him onto the table by his
cock. He crawled along behind her as Alda slid onto her hands and
knees, her ass close to Gillian's face.
"Ohhhh, come on, fuck my pussy to get it wet, and then stick it up
my ass!" Alda moaned, rearing up on her knees, thrusting her cunt out at
the cook.
The boy was almost out of his mind with excitement, as he ran his
prick into Alda's cunt and pulled it out, smeared with her pussy juices
and his cum.
Alda giggled and spread her legs, her ass jerking up as he ran his
cock right between her tight asscheeks.
Gillian couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dean worked her
nipple; yet, she was staring as the young cook slid his cock into the
crack of Alda's ass and ran his cockhead over her throbbing anal
entrance.
"See that?" Alda laughed, pulling and spreading her asscheeks.
"Watch it go in, virgin; you'll be begging for cock up your ass before
the weekend's out."
Gillian broke into more tears, vowing that however hard they
whipped her, she would never beg for anything so degrading.
Alda sighed happily as the cook's thick round cockhead slid into
her ass. She held her asscheeks apart. Gillian couldn't help but see
the thick cockshaft sliding into the crinkled entrance; pushing the hole
open, rubbing hard against the throbbing muscles.
Gillian moaned, pulling at her bonds. Gasping and moaning, she saw
the cook's fucker work right into Alda's ass, until he gave a gasp and
slid down on top of her, his loins slapping into her asscheeks, his cock
buried deep in her shit-pit.
Alda gurgled, and the two of them began fucking on the tabletop,
their bodies jerking together in an obscene display of lust.
Rose's finger ran over Gillian's ass; sliding into her ass crack,
pushing for her tight squirming shit-hole.
"Don't you love that?" Rose whispered.
Gillian moaned, struggling against the tabletop, her tits aching
from Dean's fingers, her ass muscles almost cramping, as she tried to
keep Rose's fingers out of her shit-pit.
"I said, don't you love it?" Rose whispered, showing Gillian the
whip in her other hand.
"Yes!" Gillian whispered, pain surging out of her ass, as Rose's
finger pushed against the tight ring of muscles guarding her trembling
shit-hole.
"Beg me to finger-fuck your ass," Rose whispered, her finger
pushing, the long fingernail scraping over Gillian's twitching asshole.
Gillian gave a gurgling scream, writhing on the tabletop, as the
young cook rammed his prick deep in Alda's ass. Alda was moaning and
gasping, her ass heaving up to take more of the hard prick, her tits
rubbing against the shining tabletop.
"Beg me, or it's the whip, right on your pussy," Rose whispered.
Her finger pushed and slid just inside Gillian's shit-hole.
"Aaaghhh!" Gillian screamed, jerking in horror and shame. "Yes,
please, fuck my ass!"
"Good, tell me how much you love it," Rose whispered, her white
leather suit pressing into Gillian's back.
Gillian wailed, jerking as her spasming ass muscles cramped against
Rose's finger, trying to keep it out of her ass. But it was no use; the
finger slid in, rasping over her shivering walls. Stabs of horrible
pain gushed out of the contact. Her ass muscles pounded with pain,
throbbing over Rose's finger as the relentless blonde worked her finger
in and out, curving it, her fingernail scraping over Gillian's delicate
anal walls. Gillian gave a sobbing moan, and tried to fall forward,
gasping against the leather strap that ran around her neck and down to
her hands.
"Tell me how much you love it," Rose whispered, running the
whip in front of Gillian's staring eyes again.
"Aaaghhh, I love it!" Gillian screamed, as her ass went crazy
around Rose's finger; throbbing and squirming, as her ass muscles
cramped, erupting in pain.
"Good, you want me to go on?" Rose asked softly.
"Eeuurrghh! Yes, yes, please!" Gillian wept, her ass jerking as
Rose's finger ran in and out, scraping her shitter walls.
Rose chuckled, running her finger deep in Gillian's ass, stroking,
scraping, while Gillian's ass muscles cramped and spasmed.
Dean laughed, twisting Gillian's nipple, caressing her soft tit
curves, his eyes devouring her.
"Uurrghh, yes! Yes, do it! Ooohh, fuck my ass!" Alda screamed,
heaving up and down on the table, her ass jerking up, taking the cook's
swelling cock as hard as she could.
"Uurrh, yeah, yeah, I'll fuck you, bitch!" he yelled, his cock
slamming in and out of Alda's ass, the sucking, slapping sound making
Gillian even sicker.
Gillian struggled against the bonds as Rose's finger ran deeper
into her ass. She moaned and sobbed, but her shitter walls were
settling down, the caress of Rose's finger feeling almost pleasurable.
Even the scrape of Rose's fingernail sent shivers of strange arousal
through the bound blonde. Gillian moaned, pulling against the chains,
her throat tightening as she gasped for air.
"Oorrghhh, fuck my ass! Come on, baby! Fuck it!" Alda demanded,
her body wriggling. Her large tits rubbed into the wood, and she gasped
with every thrust of the cook's prick into her asshole.
He gasped, gripping her shoulders, shoving his cock into her shit-
pit even harder, his ass blurring as he fucked her.
"Yes, ohhh, yes! I'm cumming!" Alda screeched, pushing back
against him, taking his cock to the limit as it slapped in and out. She
moaned and jerked, pushing up, spreading her legs, her tits lifting off
the table as she spasmed and came, screeching with lust. "Do it!"
The young cook gasped as he shot the first jet of his cum deep in
Alda's sucking ass. He howled as he came, his prick throbbing and
shooting.
"Yessss, OOOhhh, yessss!" Alda screamed, cumming helplessly, as she
pressed back against him, taking his cock as deep as she could. "Ohhhh,
fuck my ass! Ohhh, cum, cum -- aaghhh!"
The cook gripped Alda around her thighs and pumped the last shots
of his cum into her ass. He yelled, leaning on her still twitching
body, his cock oozing cum into her ass.
Alda dropped back onto the tabletop, moaning with satisfaction.
"Hey, big boy, you can fuck; you know that?"
"Hey, you ain't exactly lousy yourself," he gasped, lying across
her, his cock still pumping.
"Call me, if you can't sleep." Alda giggled.
Gillian trembled as Rose worked her finger into her ass, and Dean
held onto her tits, twisting her nipples.
"Now wasn't that fun?" Rose whispered.
"Yes!" Gillian moaned, shivers of strange passion running through
her body.
The young cook pulled his cock out of Alda's ass and she gave a
moan, thrusting up after him.
"Gotta go, babe," he said. "I'm back on for a couple of hours."
"Not yet, honey," Rose said, "your cock needs cleaning."
"Well, yeah, but I thought ..."
"She'd love to clean it for you, wouldn't you?" Rose said, ramming
her finger harder into Gillian's ass.
Gillian trembled, and her ass spasmed painfully again, as she
looked at the cook's slowly softening cock. It was cummy, and had other
juices all over it. It didn't look as if there was any actual shit on
it, but it looked disgusting enough.
"Yes, yes, I'll clean it, but how can I with my hands tied?"
Gillian wept.
"Lick it clean!" Rose snapped.
Gillian gave a shriek, tossing, struggling against the bonds.
"Never!"
Chapter 3
"Oh, yes, you will," Rose whispered in Gillian's ear, as the
terrified librarian struggled to free herself from the bonds around her
ankles and wrists. "And you'll get more, honey, just to teach you not
to yell at me. And never disobey me. Got that?"
"I won't do that!" Gillian screamed, struggling; her wrists pulling
the strap around her neck harder with each desperate jerk of the body.
The young cook stood in front of her on the table; his cummy cock inches
from her mouth, his hands on his hips, waiting.
"Hold her hair," Rose said.
The cook reached out, taking a grip on Gillian's lovely blonde
hair.
"Lick it clean!" Rose snapped and swung the whip.
Gillian screamed in agony as the whip cut into her ass. She jerked
against the table, her ass ringing with pain, her body tense as the next
blow swept in, right between her legs.
"Lick it clean!" Rose demanded.
The bound librarian wailed as the whip cut right into her pussy,
beating a white-hot agony right through her body. She jerked and
trembled, trying to close her legs against the chains, rubbing her
ankles raw on the metal.
"Lick it clean!" Rose yelled, lashing Gillian's open cunt, beating
the terrible knotted leather into her clit.
"Aaaaghhh!" Gillian screamed, jerking and tossing in agony.
The cook had a grip on her hair. She could see his cock, and it
was getting harder with each lash of the whip on her ass and pussy. The
cummy prick straightened out and pointed at her mouth.
The whip lashed into her asscheeks, getting another desperate
scream from Gillian as the agony surged over her body. She jerked, her
hands pulling at the strap, choking herself. Her ass throbbed and
pulsed, her muscles spasming under the assault of the whip. She knew
she couldn't go on much longer; the pain would break her. Her stretched
thighs shook as the whip cut inside them again and beat on her aching
pussy, lashing an agony through her that sent her head dizzy.
"Lick it!" Rose yelled.
Gillian surrendered. With a moan of submission, she leaned forward
and licked tentatively at the tip of the cook's cummy cock. Even though
she couldn't taste very much, it was disgusting, and she would have
thrown up if the pain hadn't been so great.
"Lick it!" Rose yelled.
She lashed between Gillian's legs again, beating her pussy.
Gillian screamed, and leaned over farther as the cook pulled her
down, right over his cock. Moaning and shuddering, Gillian let the
thick prick pass between her lips, the big round cockhead filling her
mouth.
"Suck it, bitch!" the cook demanded.
Gillian tried her best, sucking in the thick prick, letting the
thick gobs of cum run into her mouth. Strangely enough, it didn't taste
too bad; it was salty and creamy, thick, sticky, but it went down her
throat easily enough. The rank smell of Alda's ass was on his shaft,
however, and that made Gillian squirm. She choked and pulled back a
bit; her hands aching, the strap pulling at her neck.
"Deeper!" Rose snapped, then lashed Gillian's cunt.
Gillian's scream rang off the walls, and she sank her mouth back
down on the cook's cock again; taking it in until the thick round
cockhead thrust at the entrance to her throat. She sucked and licked as
best she could, letting the young cook fuck her mouth as hard as he
wanted; thrusting his prick into her mouth until more than half of it
was between her lips.
"Mmmm!" he murmured, holding Gillian's hair, running his cock in
and out between her lips. "That's nice!"
"Like that?" Dean laughed, standing at the table. "Fuck me, she's
a virgin and she still sucks cock like that. Hey, did you check, Rose?"
"No," Rose replied. "I just figured I'd beat the shit outta her
if she was lying."
"Check her," Dean said, "and don't break it. We don't get many
virgins in this line of work."
He laughed again, and leaned on the table, watching Gillian's mouth
sink down on the cook's stiff boner.
Gillian sucked at the cook's stiff cock, feeling it run to the back
of her mouth; thrusting hard, making her gag. She moaned, trying to
keep her arms up to take the pressure off her neck, while sucking the
thick cockshaft.
Then she felt Rose's fingers moving over her ass, right between her
legs. She shuddered, but she had to endure the added humiliation. The
cook gripped her hair, and fucked his cock between her lips; harder and
faster, as his passion mounted. Gillian groaned, and her eyes closed as
Rose's fingers reached the lips of her innocent little cunt.
"Oh boy," Rose said, "you'll like this one, honey; it's just
lovely."
She ran her finger over Gillian's cuntlips, then spread them
expertly, pushing a finger over the bound librarian's clit.
Gillian gave a great heave and her cunt trembled as Rose's skillful
hand ran over her clit. The spasms that came out of the contact were
hot, thrilling; sending her gasping onto the cook's fuck-rod. Rose's
finger rubbed her clit gently, and the sensation soared down her legs
and throbbed through her; blending with the agony in her whipped ass,
churning it all around. Something started to throb in Gillian's guts,
her pussy spasmed, and a long drawn-out moan escaped her lips.
"Yeahhh!" Rose sighed. "Come on, honey, let's get real wet for
Aunt Rose, shall we?"
Her finger ran over Gillian's clit and another one rubbed gently at
the entrance to her little fuck hole.
Gillian gurgled as the cook rammed his prick between her lips,
pushing at her throat. The sensations creaming around in her pussy were
making her head swim. Her legs shook and struggled against the leg
irons, and her arms ached in the bonds, but the sensations went on. Her
pussy was getting damp; she could feel it. And she could also feel
Rose's finger probing the entrance of her cunt, pushing in a little.
"Yeah, fuck, she sucks good!" the young cook growled, holding
Gillian's hair, ramming his cock between her soft young lips, faster and
harder; sliding his prickshaft right into the squirming entrance of her
throat. "Come on, honey, this is gonna be good!"
"Hey, don't you suck my man off!" Alda yelled suddenly, rushing up
to the table. "He's gotta shoot that in me! Hey! Stop that! He's
mine!"
But all Gillian could do was gurgle, as the cook slammed his
cockhead into her throat. She gagged, as he rammed it back in, filling
her throat.
Rose's fingers were caressing her pussy, stroking her, rubbing her
sensitive hard clit bud and the shivering walls of her fuck-channel.
She could feel Rose's fingers on her pussy, and Gillian gave a lingering
moan of strange arousal, her throat opening wider for his prick.
"I'll whip that bitch! She's gonna suck my man off!" Alda yelled.
Rose laughed and slid her finger into Gillian's cunt, easing it in
until it came into contact with her tight little cherry drum.
"Yeah," Rose chuckled, "she's a virgin, all right. You're gonna
have fun with this one, Dean."
"Yeah, when you've all finished with her." Dean sat in a chair,
watching closely.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" the cook moaned, as his cock slid deeper into
Gillian's mouth. He gasped, gripping her hair harder, ramming his
fucker at her mouth with all his fury. "Fuuuuck, she's good! She's
fuckin' good!"
Rose stood up and leaned against the table, sliding her hand down
Gillian's tummy and between her thighs, caressing her pussy. She leaned
closer, whispering in Gillian's ear.
"Alda's really pissed," she murmured. "So I'm gonna have to let
her whip you; you know how it is. Can't go around sucking her man off,
can you?"
Her fingers played with Gillian's clit, one finger worked back into
her throbbing pussy. Gillian gave a scream of horror as she tensed, her
mouth deep on the cook's cock. Her ass trembled as Rose played with her
cunt, tormenting her with the spreading sensations of pleasure that
flowed from the degrading caresses.
"Oooohhh, fuck! I'm cumming! Fuuuck, I am!" the cook roared, his
cock going out of control in Gillian's soft mouth.
Gillian felt her head spinning, with a mixture of horror and
pleasure that sent her guts heaving. Gushes of desire rushed from her
cunt as Rose played with her; stroking her clit, sliding one finger in
and out of her tight entrance to her fuck hole. At the same time, her
body ached from the bonds, her neck pulled at the strap, and her throat
pulsed at the invasion of the massive cock rammed in there.
And the whip cut her ass, sending enough agony through Gillian to
open her throat with a bubbling scream, as her body went tense and her
ass erupted in red-hot pain.
"Aaaagghhh!" the young cook roared, slamming his cock right into
Gillian's throat. The cum boiled in his balls and his grip tightened in
Gillian's hair. "Fuuuck, do that to her! Yeah, whip her! Oooooh, fuck
it! Do it!"
His cock blurred in and out of Gillian's throat.
"Bitch, sucking off my man!" Alda screamed, lashing Gillian's
shuddering ass. Her dark hair tossed and flicked as she put all her
effort into whipping the bound blonde, and her dark eyes burned with
fury. "Bitch!"
Gillian shuddered as another searing cut beat into her ass. Her
throat opened even further, and she took more of the cook's fuck-rod,
her body tossing in pain. But at the same time, the flowing pleasure
from her pussy was making her legs tremble. Rose's fingers were wet as
she caressed Gillian's cunt.
"Yeaaaaah!" he yelled, his cock heaving, blurring in and out of
Gillian's mouth as the cum rushed up his shaft and poured out into her
soft sucking mouth. "Ohhhh, whip her; she sucked me off!"
Gillian was sure she would throw up as the hot cum gushed into her
mouth, but the surging pleasure and pain running through her were all
that she could feel. Her thighs shook as hot wet goo gushed into her
mouth, and the young cook yelled and moaned, his cock pulsating at the
entrance to her throat.
He pulled his spurting cock back, pouring cum over her lips,
running his cockhead just in and out of her helpless mouth.
"Look what she done! Whip her!" he yelled, streams of jizz
gushing all over Gillian's lips.
"Bitch!" Alda screamed, laying the whip into Gillian's ass in a
fury, the tail curling in and out in a continuous arc. She rubbed her
pussy, gasping with lust, as she whipped the helpless blonde.
Gillian screamed in rising agony as the whip lashed her ass, and
the last hot gobs of cum flowed over her lips. But the pain was flowing
strangely through her. She tossed and moaned, her thighs trembling, her
pussy mound rubbing against the table edge, giving extra pleasure to her
heaving body.
"Suck it offfff!" the cook roared, fucking his oozing cock at
Gillian's mouth. "Fuck, that was a great blow-job; now, clean it up,
whore!"
He held his cock at her lips while Gillian sobbed and licked the
cum off, letting it flow down her throat, her pussy still throbbing,
with the pleasure coming from Rose's fingers and the hard table edge
rubbing just above them.
Rose laughed and took her fingers from Gillian's cunt.
Alda let the whip drop, her eyes glazed, her tits heaving as she
worked her fingers over her pussy.
"You're gonna enjoy this one," Rose promised Dean.
The door opened.
"Oh, hi, Marty," Dean said, "you just missed a great one."
"And I drove so fast to get here," Marty said. "Oh well, what can
I do for you?"
The cook slid his cock out of Gillian's mouth, rubbing his slowly
subsiding cockhead over her lips as she licked the last of his cum up.
"Not bad, baby; see you later."
Instantly Alda grabbed him. "You owe me, for fucking that little
shit."
He grinned as he put his uniform on. "Tell you what. If I get a
buddy of mine to do my shift, I'll show you how to fuck, lady, all night
long."
"Mmmmm," Alda purred, "that's more like it." She stroked his arm
as he buttoned his uniform.
"The only thing is, I gotta promise my buddy something; how about
her later?" The cook jerked his thumb in Gillian's direction.
"Sure," Alda said. "Hey, Dean, can his buddy have her later, for
doing his shift?"
"I think so," Dean said, "she's gonna need a lot of cock."
"Great!" Alda gasped, then led the young cook out.
Gillian was lying facedown across the table, sobbing her heart out.
But then she felt the chains around her ankles being taken off, and she
pulled her legs together, with a moan of pleasure. The ache in her
thighs lessened. Then the bonds around her wrists were taken off, and
she was pulled round; lying across the table to face Dean, Rose and
Marty.
Marty was tall; middle-aged, with salt and pepper hair. He was
dressed casually. He examined Gillian carefully. He held up her
glasses and shook his head.
"You shouldn't be seen dead in these," he commented. He examined
the lenses carefully. "Fine, no trouble. Now, let's look at you."
He picked her head up by the chin and stared at her flushed, tear-
stained face. It was all made worse by the fact that she was naked,
except for the tattered remains of her pantyhose around her ankles. He
turned her head to one side, and then the other, looking at her with
professional interest.
"Yes, I know what we need to do here. Contacts, too?"
"Sure," Dean said, "but wait until I call."
Marty grinned. "Usual price?"
"You got it." Dean turned away. "I'll give you the money when you
leave."
"Sure," Marty said indifferently, looking at Gillian in quite a new
way.
"Oh, and don't fuck her cunt; she's a virgin." Dean stopped at the
door.
Rose picked up the whip, and then offered it to Marty, who shook
his head. Then she and Dean left.
"Virgin, huh?" Marty stared at Gillian as the door closed. "Take
that crap off your legs."
With a sob, Gillian reached down and started to pull her torn
pantyhose off. Pulling them off was painful, but she was terrified of
this man; even more terrified than she was of Dean.
"Come here," Marty said.
Uncertainly, Gillian walked forward, her legs trembling, rubbing
her whipped ass. She stood trembling.
He slid the zipper of his pants down and looked at her. "Let's see
how you suck."
"No, please, not that! I hate it! Please!" Gillian wept, staring
at the massive bulge in his pants.
Brutally, Marty backhanded her, sending her spinning across the
floor, her face ringing with pain. She collapsed, sobbing, holding her
face.
"Let's try it again, huh? Come here, crawl, bitch!"
Gillian struggled to her hands and knees, then crawled across the
carpet, sobbing and moaning, horrified out of her mind at this sadistic
man. She crawled up to his leg, reaching into his pants; moaning as she
held his cock.
It was long; ten inches at least, and it seemed to throb in her
hand like a deadly arrow, ready to pierce her.
"Well, what do you do with a cock?" Marty demanded.
"I -- I," Gillian stammered, then leaned forward and ran her mouth
over his hard cockhead.
"Not bad. Now, suck it real nice," Marty said softly. "I gotta go
home to a wife who needs her ass whipped and I wanna warm up, got that?"
Gillian nodded her head frantically as she slid her soft lips down
his cockshaft, sucking for all she was worth. She thrust her mouth at
his cock harder, running her soft lips down his cockshaft as far as they
would go, right until his cockhead pushed at the entrance to her throat.
"Hey, not so fuckin' bad," he murmured. "Not fuckin' bad at all."
He held her around the neck and pushed harder, his cockhead ramming
at her throat. To Gillian's surprise, her throat opened and took a
couple of inches of his cock before she gagged, and had to pull back.
Marty gave a growl and thrust again, his prick pushing even farther
into her throat. Her throat spasmed around the swelling prick, as she
knelt at his feet.
"Yeah!" he mumbled, running his cockhead in and out of her throat;
thrusting it farther each time, until most of his ten-inch fucker was
disappearing into Gillian's mouth at the peak of each thrust. "Hey, you
got a lot going for you, baby. You give great head. Hey, you could be
a star!"
He fucked her mouth faster.
Gillian sobbed, expecting to have his hot cum shooting into her
throat at any moment. She trembled, waiting; hoping he wouldn't take
too long.
But suddenly he pulled her up, her mouth sliding off his cock.
"Bend over the table!" he snarled, his cock throbbing.
He almost threw her across the table. Gillian shook with fear, for
she was expecting Marty to fuck her pussy. But his cock ran between her
asscheeks, and she gave a horrified gasp.
"Something wrong?"
"No, no, sorry!" Gillian moaned, laying her head on the tabletop,
shuddering.
He pushed her thighs apart and forced his cock to the tight
entrance of her ass. Instantly her ass-muscles cramped, but Marty was
powerful. His cockhead forced her anal muscles open, and pushed in a
little.
Gillian gasped, as pain rushed out of the contact. There was some
pre-cum juice on Marty's cock, but that and her saliva, were the only
lubricants on his long prick.
Marty seemed to be into the pain of fucking her ass without the
proper lubrication. He grunted and his long cock worked deeper, rasping
agonizingly over Gillian's shitter walls. She wailed and burst into
tears, but he fucked harder, and another few inches of his fucker
vanished into her shivering ass.
"Come on, bitch, help me!" he yelled. "I gotta cum, I'm busting!"
He slapped her sore asscheeks, making her groan and jerk back at
him as his cock fucked deeper into her shit hole.
"Yeah, come on, you shithead! Bring me off! Make me cum! Make me
shoot! Yeaaahhh!" He gripped her arms and pulled her back, ramming his
cock into her ass until it was buried in her dry shit hole. He gasped
and yelled, pumping his cock at her shit-pit, twisting her arms as he
raped her ass, holding her on his prick. "Now, you take it, whore!"
Gillian screamed as she felt his cock swelling with cum. He rammed
her harder, slamming his cock into her sore ass, fucking it in to the
hilt. He growled as his balls slapped Gillian's asscheeks, and his
prick throbbed deep in her guts; the cum rushing to the tip of his cock.
Gillian felt her shitter spasming, as his cock rasped into her ass
and worked over her walls. She moaned, clinging to the table; sobbing
in deep, horrible shame, and horror, as well as the pain.
But there was a strange dark satisfaction to being fucked like
this; being ass-raped over a table, hurt for a man's enjoyment. She
sobbed, as her head spun again, and then leaped as the first hot jet of
cum gushed into her hot shitter.
"Yeaaaaah!" Marty bellowed. "Ohhh, here it is, little girl! Tell
me you want more, more -- mooorrree!"
He bellowed with lust, his cock spurting cum into her ass, his hips
heaving with the release.
"Aaahh, yes, yes, I want more, I want more!" Gillian screamed,
heaving her ass back at him; feeling his cock moving easily on the
slippery sperm coating her ass walls. Her ass shivered with a depraved
delight, as Marty spent himself in her guts. She sobbed and wept;
heaving, as the hot springs of cum gushed into her ass.
"Tell me again!" Marty yelled, his cock heaving; lifting her feet
off the floor at the height of his thrust, and pouring steaming cum into
Gillian's ass. He gripped her tits, pulling her up; holding the
screaming, sobbing librarian on his cock as he shot the last gobs of his
spunk deep in her ass. "Yeahhh, wasn't that great?"
"Yes!" Gillian sobbed, her ass spasming over his oozing cock.
"Yes, that was great!"
He snapped, and flung her forward; off his cock and across the
table. Brutally, he pulled her around and shoved his still-hard cock at
her mouth.
"Can't go home with shit or cum on my mouth on my cock, can I?"
Gillian's stomach heaved, but she dared not disobey him. He held
her head and made her lick his cock; cleaning up all the cum and her own
ass juices. She closed her eyes, not knowing if there was any of her
shit there. It tasted a bit like it, but she never knew. She was still
licking up the other side of his cock when he shoved her away
impatiently. She squealed, as she slid across the table and almost fell
back onto the floor.
Without another word, he zipped his pants up and left, closing the
door behind him.
Chapter 4
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass
ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she'd suffered.
Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way
out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it
would be locked.
The door opened and Dean and Rose came back in. Rose carried the
whip, and grinned as she strolled over to Gillian.
"Bit rough with old Marty, right?" she said brightly. "Well, don't
worry, it's just me and Dean now, and we'll be real gentle with you,
won't we?"
"Sure," Dean said.
Gillian broke into tears.
"Stand up," Rose said.
Gillian struggled up, her weeping eyes cast down as she leaned back
against the table.
"You've got to learn," Rose said softly, stroking the whip through
her fingers. "You never say no; you know that?"
"Yes," Gillian whispered, shaking all over.
"So you have to be punished for saying no, don't you?"
Gillian clutched at her whipped body. "Please, I'll do anything,
but please, no more of that!"
She nodded at the whip.
"This?" Rose laughed. "Hey, you love this! Come on, tell me how
much you love the whip."
She advanced on the moaning librarian, and Gillian tried to pull
herself over the table, to escape.
Rose grabbed her and pulled her back, forcing her to her knees.
She stood over Gillian; her legs spread wide, the whip close to
Gillian's face.
Gillian stared at the white leather dress just inches from her
eyes. Rose's gloved hand moved closer, holding the whip; running the
tight leather over Gillian's horrified mouth.
"Lick it, baby. Lick the whip," Rose purred, sliding the thick
handle over Gillian's lips. She slid her hands into Gillian's blonde
hair and held her tightly.
Gillian licked; tasting the leather, the salty sweat on the shiny
handle.
"Good, now suck it," Rose purred, and turned the whip handle in her
gloved hands, sliding it at Gillian's mouth. "Get it all wet."
She eased the whip into Gillian's mouth, and the helpless librarian
sobbed as it entered. The horrible taste of the leather seethed around
in her mouth, as the rough surface ran over her tongue. She sobbed in
shame, seeing Dean out of the corner of her eye, standing there,
watching her humiliation.
"Deeper, honey. Suck it like it was a real cock, come on, right
in," Rose purred. She pushed and the top of the handle rasped at
Gillian's throat, making her gag and heave on the floor. "Naughty; you
took a cock before, so you can take this, come on, swallow it."
The menace in her voice sent Gillian shuddering and moaning, as she
tried to take more of the whip handle. It pushed at her throat and she
gagged, but somehow she managed to take an inch or so of it; jerking as
her stomach heaved.
Rose eased the whip handle inside, fucking Gillian's throat with
it, as she held the blonde's hair.
"Come on, suck the cock, honey, suck it!" Rose grinned, and spread
her legs wider around Gillian's shivering body. "Now, push my dress
up."
Gillian managed to slide her hands onto Rose's thighs, and slowly
pushed the white leather dress up over Rose's stocking tops and on;
revealing Rose's creamy thighs. Gillian's throat spasmed around the
whip handle, as Rose worked the leather in and out of her mouth.
Gillian trembled. Rose had over half of the whip handle in her mouth
and the white gloves rubbed against her soft lips.
"Further!" Rose snapped.
Gillian was ready to throw up. In a dreadful haze of pain and
humiliation, Gillian eased the white leather dress up and finally
exposed Rose's leather panties.
"Take them off. They clip at the sides," Rose said, running the
whip handle in and out of Gillian's throat.
Gillian found the first clip, pulling at it until it came open.
The second one was even easier, and soon the terrified librarian was
pulling the hot leather panties out from around Rose's garter belt and
holding them; waiting in terror as the whip handle slid in and out of
her throat.
"You're getting good at this!" Rose laughed. "Now, take the whip
handle and fuck me with it; go on!"
Gillian moaned as Rose let go of the whip. In a heaving terror,
Gillian pulled the handle out of her throat and tried to put it to the
wet lips of Rose's cunt, while at the same time, holding the white dress
out of the way. Rose laughed and spread her legs, opening the dark-
haired lips of her pussy for Gillian.
"Come on, ram it up me! You hate me, don't you?"
"No, no, I don't hate you!" Gillian wept, sliding the whip handle
over Rose's clit, working it toward the steaming hole of her cunt.
"Liar!" Rose laughed. She grabbed Gillian's hair again and tilted
the blonde's head up. "If you don't hate me, you're a real wimp. Now,
let's try that again."
"No, no, I don't hate you!"
"You stupid bitch!" Rose snarled.
Gillian screamed as Dean pulled her up, shoving her onto the table
facedown. Then Rose grabbed her hair and held her while Dean took her
legs, pulling them wide open and lashing her ankles to the table legs.
Gillian lay there; spread-eagled on the table, her head hanging
over one side. Dean held the squirming blonde while Rose pulled a chair
up and sat in it, spreading her legs brazenly on either side of
Gillian's bound body. She tilted her pussy up and pulled Gillian's head
down, until the two met.
Gillian gave a muffled scream as her face was buried in Rose's hot
wet cunt. The smell of a woman in heat washed over her, and she
struggled as Rose's cunt-slit rubbed over her face.
Rose pulled Gillian's head up, her skirt falling over her captive's
face, her long stocking-clad legs stretched across the tabletop on
either side of the sobbing blonde.
"Now, get that whip up my cunt!"
Gillian took the whip handle and ran it over Rose's spread wet
pussy flesh. She found the entrance of Rose's fuck-hole and eased the
leather handle in, feeling Rose's cunt muscles spasm around the thick
rod. Gillian worked the handle in and out of Rose's pussy.
"Mmm," Rose purred, as she worked her pussy on the whip handle.
"Now, tell me how much you hate me."
"No, no, I don't hate you," Gillian lied. "It's just that --
aagghhh! Help!"
She twisted desperately, her ass on fire, just in time to see the
thin rod in Dean's hand.
"No, please! For the love of God, no!" she begged.
"Tell me how much you hate me," Rose purred, "and don't let that
handle fall out of my cunt, bitch, or you'll really get it if you do."
"No, no, I don't -- aaaghhh! Help no, please, no! Please, don't
whip me, please!" Gillian struggled and wept, her ass on fire; three
thin lines of agony across her flesh, beaten deep into the already thick
mass of welts there.
"Tell me how much you hate me."
"Yes, yes, all right, I hate you!" Gillian screamed.
"And work that whip in my cunt!" Rose screamed. "Whip her Dean,
she's gotta learn!"
Aaaghgh, no, no please -- uurrghh!" Gillian twisted and jerked on
the tabletop, her legs squirming on the polished surface, her ass
burning with a desperate fire.
"Work that thing in my cunt, bitch! Do as you're told!" Rose
yelled, jerking her pussy over the thick whip handle.
The rod lashed Gillian's trembling ass. She worked the whip handle
into Rose's spasming cunt; sweat running down her face, her ass
twitching, as she waited for the next blow.
"Yeaahhh!" Rose yelled. "Better, whore. Now do it. Tell me how
much you hate me!"
Rose slammed her cunt all the way up the whip handle, her white
gloved hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
"I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle into Rose's
pussy with all the force she had.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, fuck me! Come on! Fuck me with that
handle -- you hate me, you hate me!" Rose jerked and tossed in the
chair, her wet cunt sucking in the whip handle.
"Yes, aaaghghhh! Fuck, you bastard!" Gillian screamed as the rod
whipped her ass once more. "I hate you, I hate you both!"
"Yeahhh, and all you can do is lie there and fuck my pussy with a
whip and take a beating, right?" Rose screamed, lurching upward, her
cunt taking the whole of the whip handle into her hot cunt.
"Yes, yes -- urrghhh! You fuckers, you bastards, you shits!"
Gillian screamed. She pumped the whip handle into Rose's pussy, her
hand rubbing over the woman's clit, getting wet with Rose's juices.
"So fuck me like you hate me, bitch! Come on, show you hate me,
you wimp, you dirty little wimp!" Rose heaved in the chair, her long
legs trembling around Gillian's bound body, her white leather dress
sliding up over her hips.
Gillian screamed, and rammed the whip handle into Rose's cunt as
hard as she could. Then she hauled it out and slammed it back in, her
hand running hard into Rose's clit. Furiously, sweat pouring off her
face, her ass twitching as she waited for the whip, she fucked Rose's
cunt; slamming the whip handle into the woman's hot wet fuck hole.
Rose spasmed and jerked in the chair, gasping with lust. Her
thighs spread wider and she leaned back, running her hands inside the
top of her dress, caressing her tits through her tiny bra. She rolled
her large, crinkled nipples in her fingers; moaning as her passion
mounted.
"Yesss, come on, bitch! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You wanna kill
me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Gillian screamed, jerking as the rod cut into her ass.
"But you have to fuck me instead, bitch, right?" Rose yelled, her
hot cunt swallowing the whip handle in a great gulp.
"I hate you, I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle
deep in Rose's cunt. "Aaaaagghhh!"
The rod lashed her ass, and beat a terrible line across it.
"But you have to fuck me, don't you, bitch? You can't do what you
want, right?" Rose screamed, her hips jerking faster and faster.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Gillian sobbed, her tits rubbing against the edge
of the table; her hands cramping as she rammed the whip into Rose's
cunt. But the rod whipped her again, and her screams echoed around the
room, as she jerked and flopped against the polished tabletop.
"Say it, bitch! Say you have to fuck me! Come on, bitch!" Rose
demanded.
"Uaaghhh! I have to fuck you!" Gillian sobbed.
"And you hate that, you wanna kill me so bad!"
"Yes, yes, I do!"
"But you have to fuck me!" Rose leaned back and roared with
laughter.
"Yes, yes, you bitch, I have to fuck you and I wanna tear you to
pieces!" Gillian screeched, jerking as another lash of the rod beat into
her ass.
"Welcome to real life, bitch!" Rose screamed, climaxing in the
chair. "Learn it, use it; it's the only way to win! Aaahhh, yeahhhhh!"
She peaked, her cunt throbbing around the length of the whip handle
as she came down from her climax, gasping with pleasure.
Gillian held the whip handle in Rose's cunt; her fingers wet with
cuntal juices, her ass burning from the rod. She sobbed, her body
aching and throbbing. She felt desperately humiliated, but something
she had never known before was churning in her guts. It was a strange
satisfaction, and she had no idea where it had come from, or what it
was.
Rose laughed, and slid her white leather dress back down her
thighs, covering Gillian's hand and the whip handle.
"Now take it out, slowly," she ordered.
Gillian moaned, as she eased the whip handle out of Rose's sucking
cunt. It came out wet and slippery; shining in the light. She reached
back and rubbed her ass, moaning in horror, as she found a smear of
blood on her flesh.
"Lick it clean!" Rose snapped.
Gillian gave in at once, licking her tongue over the handle of the
whip, tasting Rose's hot salty pussy juices.
"See?" Rose laughed. "This is how it is, honey; learn how to win,
if you can."
She burst into peals of laughter and slid her hand up under the hem
of her dress, reaching up for her pussy. Her eyes went hazy with lust
as she rubbed her clit for a few moments, watching Gillian lick the whip
handle. Almost instantly, her ass jerked and she gave a moan of lust.
"Lick it!" she gasped, and her fingers blurred on her clit. She
gave a long moan and climaxed; her free hand working her nipples as she
watched the suffering librarian. "Ram it down your throat! Get it down
before I finish cumming!"
Gillian broke into sobs of horror, but she dared not disobey. She
slid the tip of the handle into her mouth and pushed it down, reaching
her throat, where it stuck and she gagged.
"Get it right down your throat!" Rose screamed, her white dress
tossing over her thighs, as she rubbed her clit and twisted her ass,
beating her pussy hard against the tabletop. Gillian's throat opened
and she got a little of the whip handle in. She knew what was coming.
As Rose's fingers rubbed under the white dress, inches from Gillian's
nose, she gave a deep gasp of passion.
"Deeper!" she screamed, jerking in the chair, her legs shivering
around Gillian's helpless body.
Gillian's gurgling scream rang out as the rod lashed her ass.
Another four or five inches of whip handle sank into her mouth.
"Deeper, deeper!" Rose demanded, her eyes blurred and misty.
The rod lashed across her ass and Gillian screamed, sinking the
whip handle right into her throat, pumping her head up and down on the
plaited leather; the handle rasping over her throat as the rod lashed
her again.
Rose gave a scream of final climax, rolling in her chair; sinking
back down as her satisfaction rolled over her in soft waves.
"Better," Rose purred, "better."
The rod stopped and Gillian lay there, keeping the leather handle
in her mouth. She looked up and there was Dean, just standing with the
thin rod, grinning at her.
"Now it's my turn," he said. "I've been waiting to get my hands on
you for months."
Rose laughed and drew her long legs over Gillian's head.
"I bet I know how you want it, you fucker," she commented.
"You got it," Dean grunted, as he untied Gillian's ankle bonds.
"Get up."
Gillian tried to rise, but she hurt too much and she felt too
exhausted. She burst into tears.
"Please, why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"
She turned a tear-stained face to him, but he wasn't impressed.
"Get up," he said, and then grabbed her hair to help her.
With a scream, Gillian landed on her feet on the floor by the
table. She took one look and burst into hysterics.
"No, not that, nooooo!" she wailed, seeing Rose standing by the
horrible rack.
"Walk to it, honey; walk to it!" Dean ordered.
"No, please, not that, please!"
"Walk to it!"
"No!" Gillian screamed.
She broke down completely, as Dean twisted her arm behind her back
and marched her over to the rack. Screaming at the top of her voice,
she struggled, but it was hopeless. The rack was vertical and Dean
flung her between the uprights in a moment. Before Gillian knew what
was happening, her wrists were in thick leather straps.
Begging and pleading every step of the way, she struggled as the
straps were pulled up, to the top corners of the rack, and they
stretched her; hanging her by her arms. Then they did the same to her
feet; pulling her legs wide open, so that her body formed a letter X
between the sides of the rack.
They pushed buttons and electric motors whirred, stretching the
ropes out, until the pain ran down Gillian's arms and legs and through
her whole body.
They shut the motors off when they were satisfied the ropes were
tight enough.
Gillian hung there; spread-eagled, sobbing her heart out as Dean
slid a bench between her legs. Behind him, Rose stood playing with the
whip, watching Gillian's tits pulsate with the pain of her bondage.
Rose's white dress top was open and her bra had been pushed aside,
showing the swells of her luscious tits. She ran her fingers over her
nipples, enjoying every minute of Gillian's pain.
Standing at the end of the bench, in full view of Gillian, Dean
started to take his clothes off. Even through her pain, Gillian wanted
to see Dean's cock; to see what she would have to suffer, but she wasn't
ready for it. When his pants were down and he was reaching for his
briefs, she could see that his cock was a monster; standing out like a
massive skewer. She gave a sob of horror.
Dean's cock was enormous; it had to be a foot of thick meat, and
Gillian knew she'd never get it into her tight little cunt.
Rose saw her face and laughed. "You'll beg for that cock when
we've finished with you."
Dean lay on the bench; his cock sticking up, the massive round
cockhead just inches from Gillian's pussy. He ran his fingers over her
clit, and Gillian spasmed with an agonizing passion.
"Did Marty ass-fuck you?"
"Yes," Gillian sobbed. "He's a beast, a horror, a --"
"Shut up! I hope for your sake that he didn't break your cherry.
I get real pissed when I lose a chance at that." Almost casually, Dean
slid his finger up into Gillian's cunt. "Wow, fancy that; it didn't
break! Now, you beg me to fuck you when you're ready. You see this?"
He showed Gillian a little box.
"Yes," Gillian whispered.
"It lowers the rack, so that your cunt goes over my cock. Simple."
He pressed a button and more motors whirred, letting the rack down a few
inches.
Gillian screamed as Dean's enormous round cockhead pushed at the
entrance to her pussy. Even that contact sent shivers of horror through
her. Her cuntwalls stretched and ached, and she could see the rest of
his enormous prick, reaching between her stretched thighs.
"Beg me," Dean said.
"No, please, for the love of God, please, no! Aaahh! Noooo!"
Gillian's wide, terrified eyes stared at Rose, as the woman swung the
whip and the tail curled through the air. Gillian screamed as the
leather cut right across her lovely tits, beating thick welts over her
tit-mounds.
"Beg me!"
"Please, fuck me, please! Aaaghhh! Please, do it, please!"
Gillian begged, as the whip lashed her tits, cutting across them,
leaving red lines across her flesh. She heaved on the ropes; her body
tight and twisting in pain and horror, her cunt inching down toward
Dean's prick.
"Like this?" Dean chuckled.
He pushed a button on the box. The motors whirred and Gillian's
tight little cunt sank an inch farther onto his cock.
"Aaaghh, yes, yes, no, no!" Gillian screamed, as Rose whipped her
tits again. "I did what you said!"
The whip curled in the air.
"So what?" Rose yelled. "This is the way it is, honey; this is
it!"
She gave a horrible laugh, as the whip lashed out and cut across
Gillian's nipples, beating red hot pain all over the bound librarian.
"More!" Dean yelled; his cock throbbing and shoving a couple more
inches into Gillian's shuddering cunt.
"Yes, yes, please! No, aagghhh!" Gillian screamed, as the whip
beat her tits to the side, leaving another thick welt of pain across her
flesh. Her body tossed, the motors whirred, and she sank another inch
onto Dean's fucker.
Her pussywalls were stretched to the limit by the enormous fuck-
rod. The tip of Dean's fucker came up against her cherry. She tossed;
her body throbbing, her tits heaving under the assault of the whip, her
pussy spasming with the thick cockhead buried in it.
"Beg me to fuck you!" Dean yelled, lying on the bench, holding the
box; his cock still in her cunt, waiting.
"Please, fuck me!" Gillian wailed, screaming, as the whip lashed
out and beat her tits. "Please, please!"
"You're a real little whore, right?" Rose yelled, lashing Gillian
again, curling the whip expertly around the librarian's body and onto
her ass. "You're only doing this to get a promotion in the library,
right?"
The whip curled around Gillian's tits.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gillian confessed, weeping and jerking on the
ropes.
"You just fuck to get what you want, huh?" Rose laughed, whipping
Gillian's ass again.
"Yes!" Gillian screamed, her body throbbing with pain, her cunt
heaving up and down, still riding the first few inches of Dean's thick
fucker.
Rose laughed. "Okay, bitch, you got it."
The whip curled across Gillian's ass and Dean pushed a button.
The motors whirred, and Gillian came down, but Dean held her up by
her thighs for a moment; keeping her cunt high on his cock. Gillian
pleaded and begged; her body aching as the whip lashed her ass, curling
expertly around her body. Then Rose lashed her tits.
Gillian leaped; jerking on the ropes, surging up and then down, her
already-wet cunt sliding over Dean's massive cock. He let go of her
thighs as his cockhead rushed up her cunt; coming into contact with
Gillian's cherry. For a moment, her cherry was stretched; then it gave
way and Dean's massive long fuck-rod surged to the top of her quivering
cunt.
Gillian gave a long drawn-out scream.
Her virginity was gone.
Chapter 5
"Yeahhh!" Dean roared, as his cock rushed to the top of Gillian's
quivering cunt. "Fuck, yeah! Ain't that great, baby, hey?"
He hunched up on the bench and rammed Gillian upward; an inch or
so, until the leg straps jerked her to a halt.
Gillian shrieked as her pussy walls were stretched, with Dean's
massive fucker buried between them. Her body tossed wildly as she saw
the whip lashing in, cutting across her tits once more. The agony
rushed out of her reddened tit-flesh, and she screamed; a scream of
absolute desperation and pain.
"Come on, bitch, don't you love to be fucked!" Rose yelled, lashing
Gillian's body.
"Urrghh! Yes, yes, I love to be fucked!" Gillian screeched in her
pain; her pussy throbbing and heaving around Dean's massive hunk of fuck
meat. Her hands were clutching at the bonds, pulling wildly and to no
avail. The rack shook, but that was all. "Please, please, don't whip
me!"
"I'll whip you when I like, you little cunt!" Rose yelled, lashing
her again, cutting Gillian's tits. "Don't you ever beg me to stop, got
that?"
"Aaaghhh! Yes, yes!" Gillian screamed, jerking helplessly, her
body taut between the bonds. Her cunt throbbed as Dean's cock reamed
her fuck channel out.
Dean lay below the suffering librarian, grinning as he fucked her;
his thick prick sliding in and out with no trouble on Gillian's freely
flowing pussy juices. He gripped her spread thighs, rocking her on his
cock, as he fucked her.
The little blonde moaned as the whip cut her. She felt the leather
tail whip into her ass once more, beating more pain into her flesh. She
jerked and her cunt slid down Dean's cock, taking it all between her
shivering pussy walls.
Rose was whipping her to the beat of Dean's fucking; the whip
lashing in, just as he rammed his cock up her cunt. And the combination
was driving Gillian out of her mind. The agony surged out; yet, at the
same time, the pain from Dean's cock was dropping away. The rasping of
that thick male fuck meat in her cunt was driving arrows of horrible
pleasure into Gillian; arrows that shot through her body, mingling with
the pain of the whip.
"Yeah, come on, whore! Let's see you cum!" Rose screamed, lashing
Gillian's tits as the bound librarian screamed and tossed, her cunt
swallowing Dean's cock in one great gulp.
"Show us, bitch, show us; you beautiful little cunt!"
Her arms flung back, whipping into the leather, Rose watched as
Gillian screamed. Slowly, Rose slid her hand into the slit of her skirt
and over her thighs, reaching for her hot little pussy. Breathlessly
she stroked her clit; her fingers sliding on her juices, digging at her
flesh as she watched Gillian struggle.
Gillian leaped and jerked as the whip cut her ass. Dean's cock
slammed to the top of her cunt. Her screams rang around the room,
echoing from the walls as her beaten flesh throbbed. Sweat gleamed on
her skin as she struggled against the ropes; her pussy jerking on Dean's
prick, thrusting for it, almost begging for more of the male fuck meat.
"Come on, bitch! Come on, you beautiful little cunt! Show us!"
Rose yelled, lashing Gillian's ass.
Gillian's head spun. Her pussy spasmed and throbbed, jerking
around the base of the rock-hard cock filling her fuck hole. Her arms
tensed. For a second, she hung; Dean's cockhead just inside the
entrance of her throbbing pussy.
Then the whip cut her tits. Gillian screamed. Dean's cock was
buried once more in her hot little fuck-hole.
The door opened, and Alda walked in with two more of the male
members of the staff; both young, both hung, and both hard. Alda still
had on her white shoes and stockings, but she had added a blue and white
slip to the ensemble. The hem came just under her ass and flicked
brazenly as she walked.
"Fuck, she's busy," Alda said, to the two men. "You wanna wait and
fuck her?"
"Jesus!" one of the boys gasped. He stared at Gillian, who was
jerking her cunt down on Dean's cock; gasping and screaming with lust
that was totally out of control.
"Get the fuck out!" Dean yelled, but Alda ignored him.
"If you wanna fuck her, you have to make me happy till then," Alda
pouted, sliding her hand over the boy's cock. "You have to suck me;
that's fair, and you work my tits. If you wanna fuck her."
She sat on a table, leaning back and spreading her thighs; easing
her slip up to show her dark haired pussy mound.
Dean growled and seemed to be about to yell at Alda again, but the
whip lashed into Gillian's tits, and the heave she gave sucked at his
cock so hard that he gasped with pleasure and sank back on the bench.
"Fuck!" one of the boys sighed.
He climbed onto the table and sank his mouth over Alda's luscious
tit, holding the other one in his hand. Moaning with lust, he ran his
teeth over her nipple, biting it; sending Alda into an immediate
screaming fit of lust.
"Come on, suck my pussy!" she demanded. "If you wanna fuck her!"
The other boy stared at the open pussy for a moment, then sank to
his knees between her thighs, sliding them over his shoulders before he
sank his mouth over the hot wet gash of her cunt.
"Ohhhh! Yes, that's nice!" Alda moaned. "Do it to me, boys! Do
it -- uurrhh!"
She writhed on the tabletop, her thighs spread wide, and her body
throbbing with lust as she was sucked to climax.
Gillian thrashed around on the rack as surging passion overwhelmed
her pain, driving her screaming into spasms of raging lust. Her pussy
was exploding, with the throbbing shaft of Dean's cock slamming up to
the top of it, raping her pussy walls with each stroke. She screamed as
the whip cut her tits.
"Come on, bitch! Show us! Show us!" Rose yelled, lashing
Gillian's ass; rubbing her own clit as she stared at the spasming girl.
"Cum, bitch, we wanna see you cum!"
She whipped Gillian's tits, landing it with perfect precision on
Gillian's nipples.
"Auurrghh!" Gillian screamed, jerking, her tits bouncing to the
blow.
Her cunt throbbed and spasmed, and a rush of pure lust surged up
over her. She wailed, jerked and came; her whole body on fire.
"Noooo!" she wailed, her cunt sucking at Dean's cock with a passion
that she had never known before. She pulled hard with her hands; her
tits thrusting out for the whip, her pussy desperate for Dean's cock to
fill it. "Please, noooo!"
"Fuck, she's gonna do it!" Dean roared, hunching his ass up, his
cock disappearing into Gillian's sucking cunt-hole. "Fuck, she is, she
is!"
"Aaaghghh!" the bound librarian screamed, her body out of control,
as she came.
Gillian had never felt passion like this before. It overwhelmed
her at each lash of the whip, each thrust of Dean's cock into her cunt.
And now she could feel his massive prick, swelling and throbbing with
the rush of cum surging in his balls. The whip beat into her ass. She
came; screaming, wailing, her cunt sucking and clutching at Dean's cock,
as he yelled and lurched up off the bench.
"Ohhh, fuck, yes!" he roared, his prick pounding up into her soft
wet cunt, cum surging out of his balls and up his thick cockshaft.
"Yaaahhh!"
He gasped, as the first jet of his jizz poured into Gillian's
throbbing fuck-hole.
"Go, baby, go! Come on, show us!" Rose screamed; lashing Gillian,
beating the librarian's tits and ass with continuous strokes. Rose's
fingers blurred on her pussy. "Come on!"
Gillian's body was shattered by the most incredible climax, as hot
sticky cum gushed into her pussy. Her scream sent Alda into orgasm as
she lay on the tabletop, her pussy and her tits being worked over by the
two boys. Another streak of spunk rushed into her cunt, and Gillian
screamed harder; her eyes closing, her body wet with sweat.
"Yeah, oohhh, yeah!" Dean yelled, jerking up from the bench, his
cock shooting streaming fuck juice out of his balls; splattering it all
over her cunt, filling it, as his cock slammed up into her cunt.
"Fuck me, bitch! You're worth it, fuck, you are!" he roared in
helpless release.
"Aaaggghhh!" Gillian wailed as she came, passion erupting over her
with each shot of hot jizz in her cunt. "No, please, no!"
Gillian was cumming, jerking, out of her mind with passion. Her
hips throbbed and heaved; her tits thrust out, taking the full power of
the whip with each stroke. There was blood on the underside of one tit
where her skin had split, but nothing stopped Gillian's raging lust.
"Noooo, please, don't do it, stop!" she screamed, her cunt sucking
more white gooey cum out of Dean's cock as she rammed her pussy down
around it.
She wailed as Dean spewed the last massive shot of his jizz into
her cunt. Her pussy spasmed around the thick fuck-rod, taking even more
satisfaction from the rock-hard cock.
Dean gasped and thrust as he lay there; his cock oozing cum, while
Gillian still rode it, tossing around on the ropes, her orgasm still
raging.
"Fuck!" Rose yelled, lashing Gillian's jerking ass.
"No, stop!" Dean snapped.
He held Gillian on his cock; watching her, as the little blonde
librarian sobbed and screamed, trying to get full satisfaction.
But she couldn't, and she slowly came down; the pain from her
whipped tits and ass taking over from the passion. She became aware
that her legs ached and that her whole body throbbed with pain. Slowly
she collapsed; hanging on the ropes, her cunt still twitching around
Dean's cock, sweat running down her body, between her tits, mixing with
the smear of blood from her cut tit.
"Take her down," Dean said, pulling his prick out of Gillian's
pussy and climbing off the bench.
He and Rose had Gillian down in moments; dropping her to the floor,
where she curled up on the carpet and lay there, slowly rubbing her
whipped tits and ass.
"Now, bitch!" Dean snapped, walking over to where Alda lay on the
table. "You know the rules; you don't crash in unless you're asked."
"Oooh, did I do wrong, Dean?" Alda whimpered. "I'm so sorry, I
just thought --"
"Over the bar!"
"No, Dean, no!" Alda screeched, throwing the boys aside and rushing
at Dean. "You can't, no, not that, no!"
He grabbed her wrists and spun her around, holding her as she
screamed and yelled.
"You boys wanna instruct this bitch on how to behave? Just do what
I say. Come on!"
"No! You jerk, you lousy jerk!" Alda screamed, as she was hustled
over to the rack.
Instead of being hung up like Gillian, Alda was bent over the lower
bar of the rack, and her wrists were lashed to her widespread ankles,
which were lashed to the base of the rack. She screamed; her slip
falling over her back, revealing her wet pussy lips and taut asscheeks.
"Not you, bitch!" Alda screamed, looking up to see Rose, standing
there with the whip in her hand.
"You don't make bargains," Rose sneered, smoothing her white dress
down over her thighs. "You bitch! You're the one who makes him do
these things!" Alda screamed.
"Okay, boys," Dean said, handing one of them a thin rod. "One of
you beats the little bitch, while the other gets a blow job. Then you
change. Sound good? You do like blow jobs, don't you?"
"Fuck!" one boy gasped; his long dark hair falling over his face as
he looked at the rod. "You mean on her ass?"
"Hard," Dean said. "She knows the rules."
"Jesus!" The boy looked at his friend. "You wanna go first?"
"Sure," the other one said, trying to sound casual, while his prick
stuck out like a skewer. He went to the bound Alda and sat down on the
floor in front of her; his body between her spread legs, his legs
pushing out around her head, his cock pushing at her mouth.
"You fucker!" Alda screamed. "I don't get this kind of treatment!"
"If you break the rules, you do," Dean said casually, sitting down.
"Now suck, bitch! It's faster that way."
"Fuck off!" Alda screamed, straining against the bonds.
"Go on," Dean said to the boy with the dark hair. "Hard."
The boy raised the rod and held it for a moment. Then he lashed it
down across Alda's tight asscheeks.
"Aaagghhh -- bastard! Fucker!" Alda yelled, as a red line appeared
on her flesh.
"Harder!" Dean ordered.
"No, no -- aaagghhh!" Alda screamed, tossing on the bar, her legs
trembling with pain.
"Better. Now, get on and suck, honey; this goes on till he cums."
Dean leaned back in the chair and looked over at Gillian. "Come here."
Gillian moaned as she forced herself to her hands and knees. Her
whole body ached as she crawled across the floor to Dean. His cock had
only gone down a little, and it was stiffening with each scream Alda
gave. Gillian knew what Dean wanted.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Gently. Don't make me cum, or you'll be
over the bar with Alda."
Gillian surrendered at once. She crawled between his legs and took
his massive fuck-rod in her hands; running her soft lips over it,
licking at the cum-smeared flesh, kissing the hardening cock head.
Dean grunted and ran his fingers through Gillian's blonde hair.
"You're a mess. We'll have to get Rose to do you up later." He
took hold of his cockshaft and slid it over Gillian's lips, making her
lick and suck it as he wanted. "Nice; you're getting good at this."
Gillian moaned, wishing she was dead. And yet, the feel of hard
male cock in her mouth was a real turn-on; reminding her of stiff meat
up her pussy and in her ass. She trembled, wondering what was happening
to her.
Alda screamed, as another thin line of pain appeared on her ass.
"Suck him, honey," Dean said, holding Gillian's mouth to his cock.
"Fuck you!" Alda screamed, but her lips moved closer to the long
throbbing cock that the boy held close to her mouth. The rod lashed her
ass hard. She screamed, and her lips ran over the prickhead thrusting
there.
"Suck it; stop pretending!" Dean said.
"You shit, you fuck-faced shit! Aaghhh!" Alda screamed, and sank
her mouth over the thick dickmeat. Her throat opened as she sucked the
boy's cockhead in to the hilt; her throat throbbing as she sucked him.
"Fuckin' Jesus!" the boy gasped; jerking his ass off the floor,
watching his cock vanish into Alda's sucking mouth. "Shit, I never got
sucked like this -- ohhhh, fuck! Hey, Benny, whip her fast; I can't
hold out for long!"
But Benny wasn't really listening. He lashed Alda's red-lined ass,
bending it with the force of the blows. And all the while his hand
eased up and down his cock, stroking the stiff shaft while his eyes
devoured Alda's struggling body.
"Ooooohh, fuck!" the boy on the floor moaned, watching his cock
vanish into Alda's sucking throat. "I can't hold on; I can't!"
He fucked his cock into Alda's throat harder and faster. Brutally,
he gripped her hair; pulling her mouth even farther onto his jerking
prick.
"Fuck, I gotta cum!" he yelled; leaning back, gasping with lust.
Benny lashed Alda's bound ass; stroking his cock faster and harder,
his ass beginning to jerk, his prick swelling in his hand.
Rose leaned over Dean, as he ran his massive fuck-rod between
Gillian's innocent lips.
"He's gonna cum," she murmured.
"So, you want the second turn." Dean laughed.
"You understand me perfectly," Rose purred and strolled over to
Alda.
Alda's ass jerked on the bar, as the rod lashed into it. The red
lines had become a mass of crimson flesh and each new blow sent her
thrashing harder, her mouth sunk to the limit on the boy's cock. Her
large, swelling tits jerked and rolled as she struggled on the bar.
"Fuuuuck!" the boy on the floor yelled.
He fucked his cock into Alda's throat, right to the hilt, as it
throbbed and pounded with the cum rushing up it.
"Yeaaahhh!" he bellowed, as his streaming white goo poured into
Alda's throat. "Suck it all down!"
"Jesus! Hell! Fuuuuuuck!" Benny yelled, his eyes becoming glazed,
as his hand blurred on his cock. His arm swung, lashing Alda's
squirming ass. A stream of cum shot out of his cock slit, through the
air, and splattered onto Alda's ass. He whipped Alda hard; the rod
lashing into his cum and beating some of it away, as another stream
gushed out of his cock and over Alda's beaten ass.
Cum filled her mouth, and oozed from the corners of her soft lips,
as she sucked and swallowed. Jizz poured over her, as the boy bellowed
and jerked, gasping with release.
"Fuuuuuck!" Benny moaned, jerking his cock as another massive jet
of fuck juice poured out and over Alda's heaving ass. He lashed the
bound girl; beating gobs of his jizz into her flesh and splattering them
across her body. He gasped, his hand still blurring on his prick; cum
gushing out of his piss-slit.
Dean guided Gillian's mouth on his cock, stroking her soft lips
over his hard flesh. "Glad that isn't you, getting your ass whipped?"
That thought had more than crossed Gillian's mind. Each scream
Alda gave seemed to send electric shocks through her, making sucking
Dean's cock more exciting. She moaned, feeling his prick meat throb in
her mouth.
"How would you like to fuck those two boys?" Dean asked.
Gillian gave a moan of horror and shook her head.
"Wrong answer, honey. Now, how would you like to fuck those two
boys?"
"Yes, yes, I'd like that," Gillian moaned.
"While they really give your nipples a working over, right?"
"Yes, yes, that would be nice," Gillian wept.
"Well, maybe, maybe." Dean chuckled. "But, right now, I've gotta
decide how to fuck you; this hard-on won't wait much longer."
Rose ran her fingers down Benny's back, as he gasped, holding his
cock while the last of his cum dribbled out of it. His eyes were
glassy.
"You young fuckers, so impatient," Rose crooned, "but I can't
complain. But if you want to be useful around here, get your cock hard
again. Fast."
"Yeah, don't worry, I can do it," Benny gasped.
"I hope so." Rose laughed and tapped the other boy on the
shoulder. "Time to go to work, Jack."
Jack held Alda's sobbing mouth to his cock, stroking his softening
cock over her lips. He turned and looked up Rose's legs; right under
her dress. At the sight of her luscious thighs and dark pussy mound,
his cock started to get hard again.
"Don't even think it, honey," Rose chuckled. "Just do what you're
told and you'll get more than enough pussy. Now, up."
Jack pulled his cock out of Alda's mouth and got to his feet;
taking the rod, testing it.
"Use it properly," Rose said. "And get me that low stool."
Jack hurried to obey, while Rose stared at Alda's suffering face.
"Ready for me?" Rose asked, running her finger in the cum pooled on
Alda's ass.
Alda gave a moan of pain, as Rose prodded her bruises.
"Not you, please no!" she moaned.
"Sorry, bitch, but Benny here shot, so you can't blow him yet."
Rose played with her blonde hair.
Jack brought the stool.
"You bitch!" Alda moaned, as Rose carefully put the stool close to
her head.
Rose made a performance out of it, easing her dress up. Then she
sat carefully on the stool and spread her legs, her hot wet pussy easing
closer to Alda's mouth.
"Whip her, Jack," she said.
Gillian moaned as Dean pushed her away from his cock.
"I know what I want," he said.
Chapter 6
"No, you bastard, no!" Alda screeched, as she turned around to eye
the boy she'd just sucked off. "I got you here; you don't whip me, you
fucker!"
Rose shoved Alda's head between her legs. "Suck, you bitch!
You're just an assistant; don't act like a boss!"
Alda twisted out of Rose's grasp again.
"Don't do it, Jack!" she screamed at the boy.
Jack grinned a little, playing the rod through his fingers. "But
your boss told me to do it."
"Don't listen to -- aaaghgh!" Alda screamed, as Rose grabbed her
hair and slapped her hard across the face. "You bitch!"
Rose slapped her again, hard and right across her face.
"Learn, bitch!" Rose snapped. "Now, suck pussy, or I'll keep you
on that bar until you've blown every man in this hotel!"
That sobered Alda up. She moaned, and sank her soft lips over
Rose's hot wet cunt. Rose gave a murmur of pleasure and spread her
thighs wider, holding Alda's head closer to her cunt.
Jack lined the rod up on Alda's ass, running it over the red flesh;
making Alda jerk and moan as she sucked Rose's pussy. Jack gasped, his
hand on his cock, rubbing it hard.
"Don't do what your friend did," Rose warned. "I want this bitch
fucked out of her mind after this."
"Hey, lady, whatever you say," Jack gasped, lashing Alda's ass.
Alda screamed and rocked on the bar; her ass jerking and twitching
as the thin rod bounced up off her flesh. She gasped as Rose pulled her
head closer, ramming her mouth onto the crack of her pussy.
"Come on, bitch, suck me nicely!" Rose purred, pushing her cunt
harder into Alda's face.
"Shit!" Jack gasped, as he lashed Alda's ass.
He pulled on his cock, dragging the last inch of stiffness back
into it. With his eyes glaring, he lashed Alda's jerking ass-flesh,
gripping his cock harder, jerking at it as he lashed the screaming girl.
"Harder!" Rose snapped. "She needs it harder!"
Jack gasped and lashed Alda's ass, beating it into her asscheeks
with furious strokes. Alda screamed into Rose's pussy; sucking and
biting at the hot flesh, getting a moan of satisfaction from Rose.
"Yeah, that's better," Rose purred. "Keep it up, Jack! Keep it
up!"
Jack lashed Alda with greater fury; still rubbing his cock, staring
at the two women.
Dean pulled Gillian up by her hair and grinned at her. "You know
what I want?"
"No," Gillian whispered.
"I want you to beg me to put a vibrator up your pussy, while I fuck
your ass."
Gillian dropped her eyes, terrified again.
"Sure, you want to do that, don't you?" Dean sighed, slipping his
fingers around Gillian's whipped nipples. "Tell me how much you want to
do that."
He tightened his grip, rolling Gillian's crinkled nipple flesh,
sending sharp pains out of the whipped buds.
"Yes, yes, I'd love to do that!" Gillian moaned, jerking to the
pulse of the pain.
"Sure?" Dean whispered.
Gillian gasped, thrusting her tits at his hands.
"Try me," she moaned, her head spinning convulsively.
Dean laughed and twisted her nipples harder. Gillian moaned, and
spasms of excitement rushed out of her pussy. The agony pouring from
her tits was seething through her body, making her feel weak with
horrible excitement.
"Get up," Dean said. "Go to the cabinet over there and pick a
vibrator. Do it!"
Gillian staggered to her feet, her head ringing with lust. She
glanced at Dean for a moment, then broke into sobs. She turned and
staggered to the closet, hearing Alda's screams as the rod lashed her
tight ass.
Gillian turned, looking at the perverted scene before her. Jack
lashed Alda's ass while the bound girl sucked on Rose's pussy. Rose sat
on the seat, rubbing her pussy against Alda's helpless mouth. To one
side, Benny waited; rubbing his cock, getting it hard again as he
watched.
It all sent Gillian into deeper sobs of disgust. She turned, and
pulled open the cabinet door. There were rows and rows of vibrators and
dildos, ranging in size; from six inches to massive ones, that would
split her body in two. She gasped and ran her fingers over them,
feeling the softness in some of them, and the massive hardness of
others. Some were ebony, and the jet-black shafts seemed to beckon her.
She shuddered, reaching for the cock-shaped, curving ones, with rubber
coatings and battery controls. She knew she had to pick one big enough
to impress Dean, and yet one not too big. She grasped one and pulled it
out of the cabinet.
She turned and went back to Dean, holding the vibrator in her
shivering hand.
"Not bad," he said. "Now, start it up."
Gillian twisted the base of the vibrator. To her surprise, the
long prick began to whir, shaking in her hand.
"Now, stick it up your cunt."
Gillian shivered, holding the rubber cock. He was staring at her,
waiting. Slowly she moved the rubber cock between her legs; spreading
them, opening the blonde slit of her pussy.
That was what horrified, and drove her crazy with lust at the same
time; having to do it in front of him.
With a moan of submission, she spread her thighs; running the tip
of the rubber vibrator over her cunt. The sparks of passion that burst
out of the contact sent her rocking on her heels. Tears burst out of
her eyes, as she suffered the humiliation of seeing Dean laughing at
her.
"Yeah, come on, bitch, show me how much you really want it," he
said. "You're the horniest little cunt I've seen in a long time; come
on, admit it."
Gillian screamed, then broke into sobs, feeling rushes of lust
bursting out of her clit as the hard rubber cock rubbed against it."
Dean laughed. "You'll admit it. Now, get it up your cunt."
"You beast!" Gillian sobbed, but he just grinned and leaned back in
the chair, watching her.
With a groan, she slid the rubber cockhead into her pussy. It slid
in easily on her juices, and she felt the throbbing prick pulsating in
her cunt, sending fresh spasms of passion through her. It was only in
an inch or so, but that was more than enough for her super-sensitive
pussy. The churning prickhead pulsed in her fuck-hole, and she gasped,
pushing the thick vibrator deeper; rasping it over her pussy walls.
Spreading her legs wider, she held the vibrator in her cunt, pushing it
harder.
"Ohhhh, you beast, what are you doing to me?" she sobbed, fucking
herself with the imitation cock, ramming it right up her cunt; holding
it so tightly to her fuck-hole that her fingers slid over her clit,
adding to her excitement.
"Bring yourself off," Dean said, grinning nastily.
"Please, no!" Gillian moaned, shoving the vibrator in, then letting
it slip on down until she rammed it in again. She spread her legs even
wider. Her free hand was playing with her clit; rubbing the hard bud,
letting her passions surge out.
"Come on, you beautiful bitch," Dean said softly. "Bring yourself
off."
Gillian moaned, rubbing her clit; shuddering with passion as the
vibrator and her fingers on her clit sent her soaring into new realms of
lust.
"Tell me what it's like when you bring yourself off," Dean said
softly. "What you do when you're in bed at night, playing with
yourself. Come on, tell me."
Gillian gasped, guilt rushing up over her passion; making her break
out in a new sweat.
"Tell me, or I'll have you over the bar! Come on, every nasty
little detail. You lay in bed and you rub your pussy, come on."
"Please, no, no!" Gillian moaned, running the vibrator deeper in
her cunt.
"Tell me!"
"Yes, yes I do!" she moaned. "I do, every night! I have to; I
have to!"
"Why?"
"Because I need it so much! It's so wicked; so wicked!" Gillian
sobbed, the vibrator deep in her cunt, churning over her pussy walls,
driving her into spasms of lust.
"So why don't you fuck all the men you want?"
"Only wimps like Joe want me!" Gillian screamed. "No real man
would want me! I'm ugly, stupid, horrible!"
She screamed and came, her cunt throbbing around the churning
vibrator.
Dean laughed. He came close to the moaning, spasming blonde. "So
you rub your pussy, and that's so wicked."
"Yes, yes," Gillian sobbed.
"So you have to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes, yes! Please, stop, please!" Gillian screamed, her hips
jerking like mad; her cuntlips thrusting at the base of the vibrator,
swallowing it effortlessly.
"Get my cock real wet for your ass!" Dean snapped. "You know how
to do it."
Gillian sank to her knees; holding the vibrator inside her cunt,
rubbing it over her pussy walls, as she slid her mouth along the massive
prick length of Dean's cock. He held his cock for her; letting her move
her mouth over his cockhead, taking it in, sucking on it, letting her
saliva run all over it.
"Deeper!" he gasped.
Gillian shuddered, working her mouth down the massive shaft, taking
it in until it reached the entrance to her throat. She was sure she
would choke, but she gave a push, and the thick round cockhead was in
her throat; throbbing as she licked at his shaft, getting it as wet as
she could.
"Cum again! Now!"
The tone of his voice sent Gillian shuddering into an orgasm. She
screamed, then sank her mouth down on his cock even further; wetting it
as she came, her throat throbbing around his hard prick. Her fingers
blurred on her clit, as she rammed the vibrator to the top of her
shivering cunt with her other hand.
"Good," Dean said softly, "you're learning."
He held her there while she came, and moaned, her mouth sliding on
his cock. His thick prick rammed into her throat, again and again, as
her passion surged. Finally, he pulled back, making her lick and suck
every inch of his cock, until her lips were running over his cockhead
and she was moaning with helpless lust.
"Now, go and lean over the table and beg me to fuck your ass," he
ordered.
Gillian crawled, holding the vibrator in her cunt, over to the
table. She could hear Alda's muffled screams and the slap of the rod on
the girl's ass. Throbbing with orgasm, Gillian leaned over the table
and spread her legs, heaving her ass up, saliva drooling from her lips
onto the polished tabletop.
"Please, please, fuck my ass!" she moaned, breaking into hot
flashes of passion.
Dean stood behind her, running his hands over her ass.
"Beg me again!" He spanked her hard, his hand beating into her
crimson asscheeks.
Gillian screamed as the pain and lust surged through her. "Please,
please, please! Fuck my ass! I want it so bad!"
"Bad enough to take this on your ass as I fuck it?" Dean said
sharply, leaning forward and shoving a thin leather strap under
Gillian's nose.
"Yes, yes!" she sobbed, jerking back at his cock that was already
deep in her ass crack.
"Good," he murmured and leaned back.
Gillian felt his cock pushing toward her asshole, working over the
spasming ring of muscles until his cock was in position. Then he gave a
shove and Gillian gasped. Her head was flung back, and she gave a
moaning scream as his thick cock pushed into her shit-hole. The
sensation of Dean's cock, rubbing against the end of the vibrator
through the thin fleshy divider that separated her cunt from her ass,
sent new shudders of orgasm through her. She groaned, her ass thrusting
back; taking another inch of his cock before she came up short,
screaming in the mixture of pain and pleasure that swamped her.
Dean's cock rubbed against the churning vibrator, spreading her ass
walls with its massive thickness, until she was sure her ass was going
to break in two. At the same time, the horrible depraved lust that
burst out of the contact sent her head spinning, as she came again. She
sobbed, holding the vibrator deep in her cunt while Dean shoved again,
and half his massive cock sank into her ass.
Gillian screamed, jerking against the table. Her ass and pussy
were erupting with pain and lust as the two cocks worked over them, and
Dean was making sure that she got the full measure of both.
With long, slow, deliberate thrusts, he fucked his cock deep in her
ass, then slid it out again, holding his cockhead at the very entrance
of her shitter. Gillian's moans and screams mounted as she jerked back;
trying to get more of his thick fuck-rod. When she was going out of her
mind, Dean slammed in hard; filling her asshole with his cock, making
her scream even harder as the lust and pain broke over her in waves of
orgasm.
"Beg me for it." He chuckled.
"No, no, please, no!"
Her fingers worked her clit until she was gasping in constant wails
of lust, and her ass and pussy spasmed around the pricks buried in them.
"Yessss!" Rose snarled as she held Alda's mouth to her pussy and
thrust her wet slit against the girl's face. "Do it for me! Come on,
show me what a good girl you can be."
Rose gurgled with satisfaction, her cunt gushing over Alda's face
as she came.
"How much more, lady?" Jack asked, whipping Alda's ass; staring at
the red flesh, his hand working his cock slowly.
"Until I tell you to stop!" Rose moaned, rubbing her nipples with
one hand.
She opened another button on the front of her dress, so she could
get to her tits more easily. Alda sobbed and moaned, sucking for all
she was worth.
"Yes, yes, that's it! Now, whip her real hard, come on!" Rose
screamed, her thighs opening even wider; her cunt juices running into
Alda's mouth. "Bite me, bitch! Show me how much you want to hurt me!"
As the rod lashed her ass, Alda bit hard into Rose's clit; chewing
the hard fleshy bud, rasping it between her teeth. The rod whipped her
harder and her mouth worked viciously, biting at the spasming wet flesh,
until Rose gave a scream of total lust and jerked on the stool, her
pussy gushing juices as she came.
"Yeaaass, yeaaassss!" Rose gasped, her ass spasming, her thighs
spread as wide as they would go. "One more stroke, and make it a good
one!"
Jack put all he had into the rod, his cock throbbing in his hands.
He whipped Alda's ass, breaking the skin. The bound girl gave a
horrible wail, and chewed on Rose's clit for all she was worth.
Rose screamed as she climaxed. There was blood, as well as juices
on her clit, as she pulled away from Alda's mouth and stood up
painfully.
"Not bad, whore," she said, "now you get to be fucked, you like
that?"
"You bitch!" Alda screamed.
"Fuck her," Rose said, smoothing her dress down over her thighs.
"Yeah, sure!" Jack gasped.
He threw the rod away, advancing on Alda, holding his cock. He
didn't wait; just ran his prickhead over her clit and slammed it right
in to the top of her cunt.
Alda screamed, as she was reamed out by the hot young cook, her
cunt spasming around the raging prick that filled it.
"Ohhh, fuck, yeah!" Jack gasped; holding Alda's ass, pulling at her
flesh, driving more pain into her helpless body. "Boy, I'm gonna cum
soon!"
Dean drove his prick into the depths of Gillian's ass, and she
spasmed in orgasm; her anal walls shuddering over the thick shaft, her
pussy throbbing around the vibrator. Her climaxes surged.
Dean gave a long drawn-out moan of lust, and his cock speeded up in
her shit-pit, fucking her ass with growing urgency. Gillian knew he was
close to cumming and that sent extra shivers of emotion through her.
She hugged the tabletop; her mouth running a wet line along it as she
moaned and thrust, with her climaxes tearing into her with each thrust
of his prick.
"Okay, bitch, here it cums!" Dean yelled.
He lashed a thin strap into Gillian's ass, just inches from where
his cock vanished between her asscheeks.
It was as if a volcano went off inside Gillian. Great spouts of
climax broke through her. She screamed; ramming the vibrator into her
cunt, thrusting up as the next lash of the strap whipped her ass, and
the cum burst out of Dean's balls.
"Fuuuuuck!" he roared, jerking and heaving, hot white spunk gushing
up his cockshaft and pouring into Gillian's ass. "You take it, you
little whore!"
He lashed her asscheeks. With a great groan, he forced her down on
his cock, cum spouting out of his piss-slit, filling Gillian's shitter.
"Aaaghhh! No, please!" Gillian screamed, her head spinning
helplessly until she had no idea where she was.
Her ass throbbed around his shooting cock, and the sucking of her
two fuck-passages brought her two more screaming climaxes. Cum gushed
into her ass as Dean's prick spurt out his hot seed.
"Ooohhhhhh, God! Fuck! Help!" Gillian screamed, tossing out of
control on the tabletop.
"You bitch, beg for it!" Dean yelled, as his cock emptied more of
his seething lust into Gillian's ass.
His cock rasped over her anal walls, rubbing against the vibrator,
and sending his cum shooting out even harder. He gasped and lashed
Gillian's ass with the strap, watching as it bit into her flesh and she
screamed with more helpless passion. Cum oozed out of her ass as she
rode his cock. It ran down between her thighs, and oozed over her
fingers as she held the vibrator in her cunt. Her grip began to slip,
and she grabbed at the whirring fake cock, forcing it back up into her
pussy.
The strap lashed into her ass as Dean's cock gave a massive leap.
The vibrator hit the top of her cunt, and Gillian cascaded over the peak
of her lust. She sobbed on the tabletop, unable to think straight.
"Fuck, ohhhh, fuck!" Dean bellowed, as his cock finally gave out
the last of his cum. He gasped and held his cock high in her ass while
his cock throbbed and oozed cum. "Jesus, if you don't wake up, bitch, I
dunno what I'm gonna do with you."
He whipped her ass with the strap and Gillian gave a low moan.
"Fuck me," he gasped, working his slowly softening cock in
Gillian's ass, rubbing the strap against her ass-flesh.
Gillian sobbed. Her fingers lost their grip on the vibrator.
Shame and disgust were surging through her. Slowly, her still spasming
muscles forced the vibrator out of her cunt and it dropped to the
carpet, gleaming with her cuntal juices. She was dizzy with fatigue.
Dean leaned over her. "Tell me just how much you want it!"
"No! Please let me go! Haven't you done enough to me?"
"Fuckin' Jesus!" Dean snarled. "Won't you ever learn?"
Chapter 7
Gillian sobbed and wept on the floor, desperately hoping they would
leave her alone. But Dean was furious and he pulled her up at once,
slamming her face-down on the table.
"Stay there or get tied up!" he snapped.
She sobbed, listening to the yells and moans as Jack slammed his
cock in and out of Alda's hot sopping-wet cunt. He rammed the shrieking
Alda into the bar with all his force, as his cock reamed her cunt out.
"Yeah, yeah!" he yelled. "Fuck, this is good! I'm gonna shoot,
I'm gonna shoooooot!"
Gillian raised her head and looked. Jack slammed his cock into
Alda's pussy, his ass jerking out of control. Alda's legs and arms
strained at the bonds and her little slit bounced to the beat of Jack's
raging cock.
"You bastard! You fuckers!" Alda wailed, her beet-red ass slapping
against Jack's loins, as he fucked her faster and harder.
She gave a scream, one that was such a mixture of pain and lust
that Gillian felt her pussy getting wet at the sound of it. It reminded
her of what she had suffered. She shivered.
"Don't call me a bastard, you fuckin' cunt, you're cumming!" Jack
roared, as his thick cock jerked in and out of Alda's cunt. "You're
cumming, you bitch!"
He spanked Alda's red ass and she gasped, wailing in pain and lust
as she rolled on the rail.
"No, you fucker, no!" she screamed, but it was obvious to everybody
that she was cumming.
Her legs tensed and danced. Her ass jerked, and her dark hair
brushed the floor in furious strokes as passion overwhelmed her. With a
shriek, she climaxed; her cunt sucking at Jack's cock as he roared with
lust.
"Yeaaahh, tell me, whore, tell me!" he crowed, hot streams of jizz
rushing up his cockshaft and pouring into Alda's spasming fuck-hole.
"Come on, you're cumming, bitch!"
He spanked her and Alda gave a squeal of passion.
"You'll have to spank me harder then that!"
"Bitch!" he yelled, spanking her ass harder. "Come on, tell me!"
Thick gobs of cum rushed out of his cock and into Alda's pussy.
"No, no, no!" Alda screamed, her pussy sucking and spasming around
his shooting cockshaft. "Never, no!" He spanked her again and then she
lunged back at him, taking his cock to the very depths of her cunt,
gasping with undisguised lust.
Gillian found that she was gently rubbing her pussy as she watched,
her fingers sliding over her wet clit. Guiltily she stopped, pulling
her legs together and tried to look away. But the screams of lust
coming from Alda turned her head back to look and her fingers crept down
again, reaching for her tingling cunt. She rubbed her clit and spasms
of passion shot out of the contact.
In a fever of shame, Gillian looked for Dean and Rose. They were
standing quietly, watching Alda and Jack. She watched Alda get her cunt
filled with cum and cock. Her fingers blurred on her clit and the
little blonde librarian surged up to the brink of another cum. She
rubbed her pussy, her tits pressed into the tabletop, rubbing at it for
more contact. But still she couldn't crest, however hard she tried.
"You fucker!" Jack yelled, as his cock spat out his final gobs of
thick cum.
He gave Alda one last spanking and then gave out; holding his cock
in her pussy, rattling the rail and Alda.
Alda giggled. "With a bit of training, you'll be a good lay."
"Oh, yeah?" he snarled. He pulled his cock out of her cunt. He
unstrapped her ankles. "You need some manners taught to you, bitch!"
"So teach me," Alda whimpered as she rubbed her wrist that he'd
just freed.
"I just might."
He unclipped her other wrist, and Alda pulled herself upright,
sliding her arms around his neck.
"How about we go and practice?" she murmured, sliding her legs
between his.
"Later!" Dean snapped. "We're gonna show this bitch who she is."
"We know who she is," Alda pouted.
"Do it!" Dean snapped and turned away.
"Come on," Alda said, and helped Jack pull his pants back on.
Then, they left.
"Okay," Dean said as he walked toward Gillian.
She had slowed her pussy-rubbing.
"You lay there and take what we do. You can even rub your cunt all
the time, how about that?" he laughed, but Gillian didn't stop rubbing
her pussy. The demand in her flesh was too great. "But if you try to
stop us - then you'll be tied down and left to anybody who wants you,
all night long. And that's a bitch, baby. Even Alda can't take that.
Lot of perverts around this place, you understand?"
Gillian clutched the tabletop. She saw Dean go over to the closet,
reaching for the ebony rods. She tried to bury her face in the
tabletop.
Dean brought the rods over. There were four of them and each one
got fatter and longer, until the biggest one had to be the thickness of
her arm and two feet long. Gillian gave a gurgling moan as he put them
on the table in front of her, and tossed a tube of something beside
them.
"Cream 'em up," he said. "They're going up your ass, so you'll
want them nice and slippery."
Gillian shuddered as she reached for the rods.
It was desperately humiliating; rubbing cream onto the thick black
rods so that they could be shoved up her ass. Dean, Rose, and Benny
stood close to the table, Benny looking rather uneasy as his cock
swelled in his hand. He gripped it tighter, each time Gillian picked up
a bigger rod.
Finally, Gillian had all the rods greased, and she laid the last
one down. She wept, trying to forget that this horrible thing was
happening to her.
The door opened, and Alda came in, along with Jack and a bunch of
other workers at the hotel; both boys and girls. They were all young
and they giggled at the sight of Gillian, clinging to the tabletop,
weeping her heart out.
"Watch this; all of you," Dean said. "But nobody does anything
unless I say so."
He nodded to Rose and she went to the closet and came back with a
small cat whip, the knotted tails swinging from her hand.
Gillian felt her pussy throb, and she shivered with horrible
expectation. The crowd drew closer around her, making her shiver again.
She bit her lip, as Dean picked up the smallest ebony rod and went to
her ass. She felt the touch of the smooth round end between her
asscheeks. She tensed, gripping the tabletop.
"On the table, Benny," Rose said.
He almost jumped on; his cock sticking out, throbbing with arousal.
Dean pushed the rod into Gillian's ass, opening her asshole with
ease.
Gillian gasped as the massive rod invaded her shit-pit, sliding on
the cream; in and out. She moaned, and her back arched as the pain
boiled in her guts.
"Good," Dean said softly, easing the ebony rod in and out;
increasing the length of the stroke each time.
Benny grabbed her hair and rubbed his cock over her lips.
"Suck it, honey; you've got a lot of sucking to do," Rose said.
Gillian trembled. She knew she was trapped. She opened her lips,
letting Benny's cock slide into her mouth, while she moaned to the
fuckstroke of the thick ebony rod in her ass. She gripped the tabletop,
her mouth open, gasping around the thick prick thrusting between her
lips.
"Fuck, she's good!" Benny murmured, looking triumphantly at his co-
workers; his cock sliding into Gillian's throat.
The little blonde librarian took his cock easily; sliding it into
her throat, her mouth pumping on his shaft.
Dean pushed, and the ebony rod vanished into Gillian's ass, until
only his grip on the end stopped it from sliding all the way in, out of
sight. Gillian lurched; her lips sank to the base of Benny's cock and
her throat sucked at his prickhead with a power that made him gasp with
lust.
Several of the watching boys and girls giggled and wriggled.
Dean slid the rod back out, raking it out of Gillian's shivering
ass in a long smooth movement that made her moan in pain. Her ass
throbbed, waiting for another invasion.
It came. The second rod was pushed into her ass. It was over a
foot long, as thick as Gillian's wrist, and even the push of just the
tip into her shitter brought a long groan of pain from her. Her ass was
stretched to the limit as the black monster sank in, its rigid length
filling her shit-hole. Her mouth sank over Benny's cock, taking it
right into her throat again and he leaned back, his prick swollen as
Gillian sucked at it.
"Fuckin' cunts!" he whispered. "This chick can suck! Ohhh, fuck,
she can!"
He gasped and jerked as Dean raped Gillian's ass with the ebony
rod, working it in and out of her shit-hole with faster, harder strokes.
Several of the young workers gathered around, watching the thick ebony
rod slide in and out of Gillian's tight, shuddering asshole.
The librarian groaned, opening her throat to take the last inch of
Benny's cock. The rod worked deep in her guts, churning her ass up,
making her moan and toss with seething passions that were pain and
pleasure, all mixed together. Her ass jerked as it was reamed out. Her
thighs trembled and her fingernails ran along the polished tabletop,
scratching it.
"Rub your pussy," Rose hissed in Gillian's ear. "Do it, now!"
Gillian's fingers ran down under her heaving body until they
reached between her spread thighs. She caressed her pussy; the wet
slippery gash opening for her fingers and the eyes of the workers
standing around watching her. Spasms of lust shot out of the contact.
Benny lurched on the tabletop, his hands flat on either side of
her, thrusting his cock to the limit into Gillian's sucking throat.
"Yeahh, I'm cumming!" he yelled.
Dean began driving the ebony rod in and out of Gillian's shitter
with faster, harder strokes; grinning, as he watched her frantic fingers
blur on her pussy. The surges of lust building in the helpless blonde
were driving her out of her mind. Her throat opened even wider, sucking
at Benny's cock as he gave a great yell of lust and shot a stream of
jizz out of his piss slit, deep in Gillian's throat.
"Suck it up!" he roared, his ass jerking out of control, ramming
his cock between Gillian's lips so fast that his balls slapped her chin.
"Aaahhh! Yesss!"
His cock spewed another thick wad of cum into Gillian's throat.
Gillian's ass throbbed as the ebony rod slammed in and out,
churning in her guts with its massive stiff length. Her throat took the
last jets of Benny's cum and she swallowed them, sucking on the
softening cock.
"Ooohhh, fuck, that was good!" Benny gasped, and then pulled his
cock out of Gillian's mouth, cum still oozing from his cock-slit.
Dean slowed the rod, stroking it in Gillian's quivering asshole
until he pulled it out. She gave a low moaning scream. Her fingers
rolled on her clit with even more urgency.
"Don't worry, baby; I got an even bigger one for you."
Gillian shrieked, her legs trembling as she watched Dean take up
the next ebony rod. It was a foot and a half long and thicker than the
thickest salami. It gleamed in the light as he ran the massive tip over
Gillian's ass-crack.
Gillian moaned and wept. One of the boys was on the table and
placed his cock at her lips. She didn't even look up; just opened her
mouth and took the fucker in, sucking on the rock-hard flesh. He
groaned, his prick trembled, and Gillian knew he was going to shoot very
soon, he was so hot.
Dean pushed on the ebony rod and Gillian shrieked in pure agonized
pain. Her anal muscles were stretched until she was sure they were
splitting, and the enormous thick rod worked into her shitter just an
inch or so. She gripped the cock in her mouth and rubbed her fingers on
her clit as hard as she could, trying to diminish the pain.
Dean pushed again and the ebony rod slid into her ass, tearing at
her anal walls. As the rod filled her guts, she felt as if the tip was
about to hit the end of the cock in her mouth. She shuddered, her ass
erupting with pain and lust as the rod stroked in and out, working over
her shitter walls.
Then, as the rod slid out of her shitter, Rose whipped her ass with
the cat tails. This stroke was nowhere near as bad as some Gillian had
taken, but with everything else, it sent her over the edge into an
immediate climax. Her ass throbbed. Her legs trembled, and her throat
opened, taking the boy's cock right in. Her throat spasmed around his
throbbing cockhead, sucking even harder as the rod slammed into her ass,
filling her shitter before pulling back. When only six or so inches of
it were in her shit-pit, Rose lashed her crimson ass. Gillian's scream
bubbled out from around the boy's cock, while her throat sucked the cum
out of his balls in a long stream.
"Fuuuck!" the boy roared. "Oohhh, Jesus, ohhhh!"
His cum jetted into Gillian's throat, but she hardly noticed it.
Her ass jerked back for the rod and the whip. She took another mouthful
of cum as Rose lashed her ass and the rod plunged back in, raping her
shitter. Her fingers rolled on her clit; slowly now, sliding on the
freely flowing juices.
The boy yelled as his cock was sucked dry by Gillian's mouth. He
fell back on the table, his prick pouring cum, his eyes glazed with
satisfaction.
Gillian screamed as she sucked at his prick, taking the ooze of cum
that was all he had left. She pumped her head up and down, but his cock
was dry and was softening. She moaned, thrusting back for the whip,
but, as it landed, Dean pulled the rod out of her ass and she shrieked,
her anal walls collapsing, throbbing with pain.
"Now the last one," Dean said.
One of the girls climbed onto the table, giggling; her little short
uniform skirt pulled up, her panties off. Gillian sank her mouth over
the girl's dark pussy mound, gripping the girl's thighs. She sucked at
the hot flesh, getting a giggle and a moan from the pretty dark-haired
girl.
Then Gillian felt the push of the biggest ebony rod of all.
She screamed, her ring of anal entrance muscles throbbing with the
pain as they tried to stretch far enough. Dean pushed and Gillian
shrieked again, her body jerking on the table. Rose whipped her ass as
she heaved and took in several inches of the massive endless rod.
The pain rushed over the helpless librarian. She sucked the girl's
clit and savaged it, sucking and biting at the hot flesh. The girl gave
a yell and gripped Gillian's hair, rubbing her cunt over the blonde's
teeth, moaning as she got more and more excited.
Gillian felt her anal muscles throbbing with pain, as the enormous
thick rod pushed in. Throbbing pain rushed over her in surging waves.
Rose lashed her ass. Dean pushed the rod harder and several more inches
of it vanished into Gillian's ass; the enormous arm-thick black skewer
pushed right into the tight ring of muscles that protected Gillian's
ass.
The workers gathered around, watching in amazement as Gillian's ass
took the rod, while her whipped asscheeks clutched and throbbed at the
monster sliding between them.
Dean worked over a foot of the ebony rod into Gillian's ass,
keeping her screaming all the way; the massive rod forcing her to
straighten out, pulling her spine up, her body going rigid as the pole
invaded her shitter. The rod touched something in Gillian, and she
screamed like a banshee; holding the table tight, her mouth on the
girl's cunt, her body rigid with pain and a quivering climax. Dean slid
the rod out, and Gillian's screams died away, then climbed again as Rose
lashed her ass, beating into her red flesh.
In a haze of blind fury, Gillian sucked at the little girl's pussy,
sending her into shrieks of passion. She gripped Gillian's hair,
pulling the blonde's mouth onto her cunt even harder as she jerked on
the tabletop, her little uniform skirt flicking against the shiny
surface.
"Oh, do it! That's so nice! Ohhh, fuck! It's great having a girl
do it -- oh fuck, they can suck pussy!"
Suddenly Gillian felt infinitely more experienced and worldly than
the girl. The girl had probably been fucking for years, but in one
night Gillian had done more than she would ever do. Savagely, Gillian
bit the girl's clit, driving another shriek of satisfaction from the
little dark-haired girl. She held on with her teeth; sucking and
licking, sending the girl crazy with passion.
Dean and Rose were playing with Gillian, making her sob and scream
with passion, whenever they wanted. Dean slid the rod into her ass, and
then he twisted it, sending Gillian screaming in tense raging spasms of
passion. The rod was so long that Rose could whip Gillian whenever she
wanted. So the cat lashed into the crimson bruises of Gillian's ass,
driving screams of horrible lust from the librarian.
"Now, tell us how much you want it!" Dean yelled, rolling the rod,
pulling it back an inch or so, then rolling it deeper.
Gillian screamed, biting and sucking at the little dark-haired
girl's slit until she gave a scream and rolled away, off the table,
gasping with the end of her climax. But Gillian's raging orgasm just
went on and on, surging over her.
Gillian went tense as she held herself on the edge.
"Noooo! You can't, no!" she screamed, her body wet with sweat.
"One last chance, baby," Dean said, rolling the rod. "Tell us how
much you want it!"
"No, no, you perverts! You hurt me! You hurt me!" Gillian
screamed.
Gillian shrieked as they started on her. The rod pushed in and out
of her shit-hole faster, and Rose lashed her ass with stronger strokes,
whipping into her sore flesh with no mercy at all. She rolled on the
table, her body erupting at everything they did to her.
Dean pushed the rod into her ass, slamming the entire enormous
thick length into Gillian's shit-pit.
Gillian went rigid, screaming; her back as tense as a knife blade.
The ebony rod rolled in her guts and she climaxed as if she was going to
shatter into pieces. The rod pushed into her guts, going deeper,
ripping, tearing her body to shreds. Her guts erupted, and she screamed
in the most diabolical pleasure she had ever known. It raged through
her until she passed out.
Chapter 8
A door closed.
Gillian stirred, lifting her head. It was pitch dark and she had
no idea where she was.
She was kneeling; tied face-down over a soft round pillow. She
wriggled and thought she was on a bed.
Then she heard them.
"Which end do you want?" a boy asked.
"I want her cunt."
Gillian shivered and lay quiet.
"Okay, fuck, you got it; I want that mouth."
Suddenly their hands were all over her, and Gillian gave a shriek
of horror, pulling against the bonds that held her, but she was securely
tied at the wrists, knees, and ankles.
"Get away from me!" she screamed.
The boys laughed.
There was the touch of a thin rod on Gillian's ass.
"No, no -- aaahahhh! Stop it, no!" Gillian screamed, jerking
wildly.
"Don't argue, bitch. We've come to fuck you; any more shit and
you'll hurt a lot."
A strange excitement rushed through her. She would have no idea
which boy had fucked her, and there was a perverted thrill in that. She
moaned and felt her pussy juices flowing.
A cock bobbed at Gillian's lips. She opened her lips and let the
throbbing cock slide into her mouth. The boy's prick was smooth and
strong. She slid it into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on
it, working it over until the boy gave a gasp of lust.
"Yeahhhh!" he sighed, holding her blonde hair and thrusting his
cock at her throat.
Then came the push of another cock at her pussy. It slid against
her wet clit, and Gillian gurgled with passion, her pussy walls
throbbing in expectation. It slid in, rubbing against her cuntal walls,
driving sharp sparks of lust into the bound librarian. She moaned on
the soft pillow, her ass thrusting, her mouth sliding down the full
length of the prick, taking the ball of his cockhead right into her
throat.
"Oohhh, fuck, yeah!" the boy she was sucking moaned. He gripped
her hair harder, filling her throat with his rampant cockmeat. "Fuck,
just imagine if we had this after every shift, hey?"
The other boy chuckled, ramming his fucker to the top of Gillian's
cunt, rolling it around in the warm, sucking tube.
"If only," he gasped. "Fuck!"
He speeded up, his cock sliding harder into Gillian's pussy, his
loins slapping her asscheeks.
Her ass was still as sore as hell, and the contact sent shivers of
pain through Gillian that only sent her lust higher. She gasped, not
caring any longer that they knew she was aroused. Her throat throbbed
and sucked at the cockhead, and her pussy spasmed on the thick prick
fucking her from behind.
The boys reached for her tits, playing with them in turn, rolling
her soft tit-mounds in their hands.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" the boy sliding his cock deep into her throat
gasped. "She's got me going -- ohhh, fuck!"
He gave a long drawn-out moan of lust and shoved his cock at her
throat with a fury that told her she was about to get another mouthful
of cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled, his cock blurring in and out between
her lips, his cockshaft throbbing and swelling as the jizz flooded up
his shaft.
"Wow, you told me she was hot, but fuck!" the other boy yelled, his
thick shaft ramming to the hilt in Gillian's spasming cunt. "Jeezz,
ohhhhh!"
He gripped her asscheeks as his cock slammed in and out, throbbing,
swelling as cum gushed out of his balls.
"Yeaaahhh!" the other boy yelled and shot a thick wad of spunk into
Gillian's sucking mouth. "Ohhh, fuck, fuck, she can suck!"
Gillian was ashamed of her passion as the hot cum boiled into her
mouth. She rolled the cock juice around in her mouth, tasting it as it
poured out, filling her sucking throat. She pulled back a little,
taking the salty goo on her lips for a moment before she plunged her
head down the spurting shaft once more, letting the jizz gush into her
mouth and into her throat.
"Urrhh, fuck! This is the best!" the boy yelled, his hips shaking
as he emptied his load in her mouth. "Fuck, oohh, fuck!"
He held her head; pulling back, jerking his cockhead over her lips
as he shot more white goo.
Gillian gasped, her pussy spasming around the other cock as the
fuck juice gushed into her cunt. The boy was yelling, his prick
shooting cum, his hands gripping her ass, nearly driving her over into
orgasm.
But the pain wasn't enough.
Gillian tightened her cunt around the cock as it filled her pussy
with juice. Her mouth took the other prick to the base again, but the
boy was already shot out, his cock-slit just oozing cum into her wildly
sucking throat. She moaned, her pussy throbbing, her arms and legs
aching, but the passion rang through her without giving her any real
satisfaction.
"Fuck, what a bitch!" the boy fucking her cunt gasped as his stream
of cum gave out. He pulled Gillian up on his cock as the last gob of
jizz shot out of it, and then he fell back, gasping with satisfaction.
"Fuck, that was great!"
The two of them pulled their fuckers out of her and left.
Gillian lay there, crouched on the pillow, passion surging through
her. Slowly her lust subsided, but then, just as she was about to drop
off to sleep again, the door opened.
She could hear them in the darkness, two more boys. They giggled
as they ran their hands over her bound body, feeling for her ass and
face. She gave in at once, taking a cock in her mouth and then gasping
as the other boy rammed his prick at her ass.
Her ass had been fucked enough that night, but it seemed
particularly sensitive as it got another cock rammed into it. Her anal
walls trembled and jerked. She moaned, sucking on the long slim cock at
her mouth, taking it effortlessly into her throat.
"Yeah, come on, honey! Take it right in! Gimme a good dose of
head!" the boy whispered.
Gillian gave him more than that. Her throat spasmed around his
prickhead and he moaned with lust, his balls tightening, his hands
running under Gillian and feeling her sore, thrusting tits.
"Yeah, baby, baby!" he gasped. "Do it! Do it! Feel my cock!
Come on, bitch!"
He twisted Gillian's nipples viciously, jerking his cock at her
mouth.
Gillian shoved her mouth down on his cock, wanting to scream at him
to work her nipples harder, to give her more pain. His fingers twisted
and almost set her off, but already his cock was bursting with cum, and
the other cock wasn't even tight in her ass yet.
"Yeah, oohh, yeah!" the boy yelled, his prick throbbing as jizz
surged out of his balls. He gave Gillian another mouthful of cum.
She moaned, thrusting her tits at his hands, but he had already
lost interest. Gillian sobbed as her ass was invaded by the other cock.
Even the rasping of male cockflesh on her anal walls and the hot spurts
of cum couldn't bring her off.
The boy fucking her ass spanked her, as he rammed his cock in
deeper. She screamed and rammed the still-spurting prick into her
throat, taking the final gulps of cum, swallowing them as the thick cock
poured out more juice. But he was giving out already, his cock
softening just when she needed more hard prick. She lapped up the cum
that oozed from his cock-slit with greedy desire, but he was already
pulling it out, just as the second boy got his cock into her ass to the
limit.
She lay there, moaning as her ass was reamed out, the thick young
cock sliding in and out as the boy felt her sucking anal walls working
over his stiff prick. He grunted and gasped, spanking her, but never
hard enough.
Gillian sobbed as the ass-fucker gave a long yell of lust and
slammed his shaft in harder, lifting her up on his stiff cock.
He didn't say a word as he came, just poured out hot sticky cum
into her ass, his hands gripping her thighs, his cockhead deep in her
guts.
Gillian was trying to get off, but failing.
He pulled his cock out of her asshole while it still sucked
desperately at his prick.
The two boys left.
Three more times it happened.
Once it was a girl and a boy. But each time Gillian had to suck
while she was fucked and she never got satisfaction.
She had a feeling it was close to dawn, a faint line of light
showed above her head.
The door opened again.
Two people moved closer and suddenly there was an enormous cock at
her lips.
Gillian moaned.
"Beg for it."
"No, no, stop this, stop it!" Gillian moaned, her mouth jabbing
down to get at the enormous prick.
A thin cane lashed her ass. Gillian gave a shriek of lust, jerking
up on the pillow, as she hovered on the brink of cumming.
"Beg for it."
"No, don't, let me go!" Gillian wept, her lips moving over the
rock-hard cockshaft, kissing at it slavishly.
Her pussy ran juices, her blonde hair fell across her face and her
whole body burned with a fire that was already out of control.
The cane lashed her ass, beating right across both cheeks, and
Gillian nearly leaped out of her bonds. She surged up to the edge of
orgasm once more and hung there.
"Beg for it."
"Whip me!" she screamed. "Whip me!"
She bobbed her head for the cock, but it was just too far out of
reach.
"Beg for it."
The cane ran over her ass, so softly that Gillian screeched and
went out of her mind, her ass jerking up.
"Noooo -- aaagahhh! Please, stop, please!" she begged.
"Beg for it, and you can have that cock in any hole you want and be
whipped while you cum."
"Please, please, let me have the cock! Whip me, please, hurt me!
I want cock! I want to be hurt, please! Whip me, give me everything!
Hurt meeeeeee!"
"Yeahhhh," Dean said and his massive cock slid into her mouth.
With a gurgle of lust, Gillian sank the rod into her throat and
heaved her ass up as the cane lashed into it. She screamed, and burst
over the top into climax. Her body pulsated and her throat throbbed
around the massive cock.
"So, which hole, baby? Your choice," he whispered.
The cane lashed her ass, sending Gillian's orgasm surging higher.
She screamed, jerking in release.
"My ass!" she wailed. "Fuck my ass!"
"You got it, baby!"
Gillian lay across the pillow, cumming endlessly as the cane
whipped her ass.
Dean's massive cock rammed in her shit-hole, churning orgasms from
her with each slamming fuck-stroke.
Chapter 9
On Monday morning, Joe looked up from his desk and saw Gillian in
the doorway. He almost jumped out of his chair.
For Gillian had changed. Big time. It started with her face. Her
old glasses were gone, replaced by big, thin-framed, black ones that
added deadliness to the sensuality of her eyes. She wore makeup
accentuating her high cheekbones. Her lipstick was a dark red and the
pout of her mouth somehow told him he was in trouble.
And her clothes were different. Instead of the old dowdy dresses,
she wore a flattering, pale-blue, turtle-necked sweater that didn't hide
the swell of her tits at all. Below that, she had on a suede skirt that
ended several inches above her knees. It flared out and flicked as she
moved, almost showing her stocking tops.
Now that Joe could see her legs he almost passed out, and a bulge
started in the crotch of his pants. For Gillian's wonderful thighs and
calves were now pushed into perfect shape by a pair of spiked five-inch
heels.
She paraded forward, holding a letter.
"This is for you," she said. "I'm taking over."
He gasped and tore open the envelope. He went white as he read the
letter. It was from his boss, Dean Harper; informing him that he was
out of a job and Gillian was now running the library.
He glanced up at her, but Gillian was looking around the room,
taking mental notes on what changes she wanted.
"But, this can't be!" Joe moaned.
"Call him; you know the number."
When Joe put the phone back down, his hand was shaking.
"You can't do this to me!" he gasped and almost burst into tears.
"We can and we did!" Gillian snapped. "Now, get out."
She stood there while Joe cleared out his desk and put his things
in his briefcase. Then, eyes down, he started for the door.
"You want a job here?" Gillian asked, one hand on her hip.
He swung around, his pathetic groveling nature suddenly very
obvious. "Yes, yes, please, Gillian, I won't --"
"Miss Smith!" Gillian snapped.
"Please, Miss Smith, I'll do whatever you say, and I won't get out
of line at all. I need a job! I owe so much money!"
Gillian sneered at him. "Lock the door and come here!"
He came up to her and gasped, as she spread her legs and slid her
hands over her skirt. The little skirt eased up, showing more of her
incredible legs and her stocking tops. The bulge in his pants throbbed
desperately.
"On your knees," she ordered.
He obeyed at once, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"Take my panties off -- they clip at the sides."
Joe ran his hands up under her skirt and reached for the clips at
the sides of her tight white leather panties. His fumbling fingers
unclipped her panties and they fell away, revealing her juicy pussy.
"Suck my cunt." Gillian spread her legs around him, pulling his
mouth to her pussy, dropping her skirt over his head.
He went crazy on her pussy, drawing her soft flesh into his mouth
and working his tongue over her clit in a fury of submission. Gillian
forced his mouth tightly to her cunt and gave a long shudder of orgasm.
She held him there, rubbing her cunt all over his face, gripping his
hair, rasping her clit against his lips and teeth.
"Come on, you little shit! Suck me, if you want a job!" she
snarled.
She laughed, her pussy running juices all over Joe's face, spasms
of satisfaction rushing over her. She took one final shudder of cum and
pushed his face away.
"We've got work to do!" she snapped. "You can start my old job!
Get on with it!"
"Yes, yes, Miss Smith, whatever you say." He stood up and wiped
his wet face.
Gillian looked him up and down. "Show me your cock."
He obeyed at once, pulling his rather small but rock-hard fucker
out of his pants. He was shaking with expectation, hoping that he would
finally get to stick his prick in Gillian's wonderful cunt.
But she looked it over, picked up her panties, and sat down behind
the desk. She pulled out several tissues from the box and held them out
to him.
"Jerk off in these."
"But, but, Miss Smith ..."
"If you want a job," Gillian said.
His shaking hand took the tissues, and he held them over the end of
his cock as he rubbed it, gasping with humiliation and hopeless lust.
Gillian slid her panties back on, watching him idly as he worked
his prick.
He moaned, and gasped as a stream of cum gushed out into the
tissues. He shuddered, as Gillian casually slid her sweater up and gave
him a show of her tits, as she pretended to adjust something in her
underwear.
"Uuurrhhh!" His hand was a blur, his cum pouring into the tissues.
Gillian dropped her sweater and watched him shoot the last drops of
his cum into the tissues.
"You'll report to me fifteen minutes early every morning. I need
sucking every morning and you'll do it. If your cock gets hard, you'll
jerk off. Now get out."
"Yes, yes, Miss Smith!" He zipped himself up and left.
Gillian picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hi, Rose," she purred. "It all went fine. Yeah." She giggled.
"Oh, hi, Dean; I didn't know you guys had two phones. Yeah, well,
great. When are you going to be able to inspect the library; you know,
see how I'm doing?"
She gasped as she eased her little panties aside and caressed her
clit.
"Yes, I know there's all next weekend, but I can't wait that long.
I know it's my first day, but you mustn't let that stop you. I'm gonna
make a list of all my mistakes and you have to punish me for them. I'll
see you at five. Both of you. Yes, yes, please, you know how bad I
need it. Thanks. Bye."
She put the phone down and managed to get her fingers off her clit.
She had work to do.
The End
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