LIBRARIAN IN BONDAGE
CHAPTER ONE


Cindy Mason liked this time of the day. It was just getting dark and swirls of snow swept 
past the windows. It was almost time to lock up the library and go home for the holiday 
weekend. She paused by the histoncal section and peered down into the street. All the 
office workers were streaming out for their cars, heading for the bars and other strange 
attractions they went for. Cindy gave a slight sneer of disapproval. They were not her 
kind of people, most of them, definitely not refined enough. And most of them thought of 
her as a stuck-up bitch, she knew. Well, better to be stuck up than as disgusting as 
most of them were. And the crude sexual jokes they cracked as she passed in the 
corridor-they were the most disgusting of all. She was probably the only person left in 
the building now, and she was glad of that.

She turned back to her desk. She had just a little bit of sorting to 
do and she would go, but she had to be sure. As Head Librarian, 
it was her duty to make sure everything went smoothly. That 
meant she should probably check the upstairs part of the library, 
not leave it to chance and the whim of Arnie the janitor when, and 
if, he came in tomorrow. He would probably be too drunk anyway. 
The only good  thing about him, in Cindy's opinion, was that he left her strictly 
alone, didn't make any of those comments the other workers made.

Vainly Cindy posed in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. She knew she was 
beautiful, with her long dark hair flowing down to her shoulders and her soft face with 
its wide brown eyes and full, sensual mouth. She also had a wonderful pair of legs, and 
she knew that too, loved to show them to the best advantage, show the men what they 
wanted and couldn't have. But she was proudest of her tits, two swelling, full, melon-
like mounds that pushed the front of her tight blouses until it often seemed they would 
burst. She stared at herself, knowing that under the frilly white top, her nipples pushed 
against the nylon of her bra, outlined clearly against the thin silk of her very expensive 
blouse.

That blouse had been a gift, of course. She got many of those 
from men who wanted to fuck her, use her for their disgusting 
ends. But Cindy knew all about that, and they wouldn't get her 
pussy. Her mother had been right, always telling her that you 
didn't give anything to a man until you were married and then only 
the minimum you had to to keep their disgusting lusts satisfied. 
And then you had to be careful because they always tried to get 
more than they needed.

"Just like your father, Cindy," her mother

would say. "Always wanting to, to use me. But I put a stop to 
that. It was a good thing he ran off with that slut of a secretary of 
his, a good thing, very good." Cindy's mother was certain of a 
great many things like that.
Cindy was probably going over to see her mother on Sunday. 
Her mother would like that. Perhaps, perhaps not. Cindy would 
have to go to church first of course, and there would be so much 
to do. But perhaps, if she found the time. Work took up so much 
of her time she was very glad she had an entire long weekend to 
herself.
She sat down at her desk and pulled the pile of papers to her. 
In the utter silence of the darkening evening there was only the 
occasional thump from the old heating system as it cooled or 
heated up against the stone walls. As she worked, Cindy thought 
she heard the door behind her open. It was strange. All the 
downstairs doors would be locked and no member of the public 
could get in now.
She turned and the shadowy figure of a man stepped out from 
behind one of the bookcases and walked toward her. Cindy gave 
a slight scream and covered her mouth as she leaped to her feet.
"Hi, Cindy," said the man.
Cindy fell back into her ci'talr with relief and a lot of anger.
"What are you doing here?" she almost shouted. "I said I never 
wanted to see you again." She sat there, her tits heaving.
"Well now," said the man, coming up to her desk and sitting on 
it with complete assurance. "I thought you'd be glad to see me. 
I'm here to entertain you for the long holiday weekend. Isn't that 
nice of me?"
"George," said Cindy, with rising anger. "I told you that you 
were never to see or speak to me again. Your behavior last 
Saturday night was disgusting and I won't be associated with an 
animal like you. So please leave now and I won't call the police."
She stared up at the arrogant, tall lean man who had dated her 
after appearing day after day at the library, sending her flowers, 
and cards and all the other little romantic things that turn a 
woman's head. And Cindy wasn't against romance. She had 
always dreamed of her knight in shining armor who would take 
her away from the mundane world and worship her in his lux-
urious home, probably in Palm Springs.
But, of course, he had to be the perfect gentleman, and 
George certainly wasn't that. He had seemed to be at first, 
picking her up, taking her to the movies, and then to dinner and 
then back to her apartment. She wasn't quite sure how he had 
talked his way inside. It wasn't something she would normally 
allow, but he was 

there, talking and suddenly seizing her, throwing her onto her 
sofa and running his hands all over her struggling body. He had 
torn the top of her dress before she had managed to throw him 
off, and the whole incident had been utterly terrible, and she had 
been hoping to forget it.
He had laughed as he got up that time, smiling sardonically 
down at her. "I'll get you, bitch," he said. "I'll get into those white 
pants of yours, and you'll beg me to fuck you when I do, you 
wait."
He had left then, and Cindy had gone to bed, shaking with 
anger and shame.
Now he grinned and leaned in over the desk, the slight scent of 
his aftershave wafting across to her. "Now. Cindy," he said 
reproachfully, "how can you speak to me like that? Your pal, 
George?" He spread his arms in the air and smiled. "Now we're 
gonna have a good time all this long weekend, and maybe, when 
the party's really going we'll call in some friends of mine and 
really have a good time.'
"I don't know what you mean," said Cindy stiffly. "I will not be 
seeing you this weekend, or at any time in the future, so please 
leave. I have work to do." She pulled out the top sheet of paper 
and studied it as if she understood what it was about. In truth, she 
was shaking with anger.
George got up off the desk, drops of water
sprinkling from his raincoat. "Now, the way I see it is this, 
Cindy, my little slut," he said, and Cindy almost jumped out of her 
chair at the words. "You are all alone in this great big building. 
And you are. I checked, and there won't be anybody in here again 
until Tuesday. Now isn't that convenient? So we have the perfect 
time to get to know each other and have a real good time. I 
brought food and other things to help us along. Now how about it, 
how about giving me a good time?"
Cindy looked up at the man as he stood close on the other 
side of her desk. He had taken his raincoat off and dropped it 
over a chair, and he was standing there in a turtle-necked 
sweater and slacks, grinning at her.
"Get out," she said.
"Now, now," said George, still grinning. "I shall have to take 
sterner measures if you go on like this."
Cindy had had enough. She reached for the phone and started 
to dial. There was a hum and then the line went dead. She looked 
up to find George standing there with the end of the cord in his 
hand. He had just yanked it out of the wall.
Cindy still wasn't afraid. She got up and looked at him. "You'll 
have to pay for that," she said, and walked over to where the 
other phone sat on the reception desk.

"Did I ever show you my skill with the whip?" asked George.
Cindy turned, startled. As she watched, George reached down 
into his coat pocket and pulled out a single-stranded leather whip. 
The handle was only about two feet long, and from there the 
strand of braided bull hide reached another ten feet at least, 
tapering and ending in tight knots of cotton.
"flere," he said, "hold that out." And he tossed her a cigarette.
Cindy was so startled she caught it. It was the first time in her 
life she had held such a thing and she stared at the white 
cylinder, a strange feeling of uncertainty rising in her.
"Hold it out," said George.
Cindy slowly held her arm out, the cigarette extended from her 
thumb and forefinger. George got lazily to his feet, -cracked the 
whip once above his head and suddenly lashed it out. The thin 
end cracked nastily close to her hand and the cigarette was cut 
neatly in two, and her fingers hadn't even been touched.
Cindy gasped and looked at George as if she had been hit, 
herself.
"Want to see what else I do?" he said, and the whip cracked 
again.
Cindy screamed and clutched at the top of her blouse. The 
whip had neatly broken the top button off and the two halves had 
parted, show-
ing the top of her white bra and almost half her tits.
"Get out of here!" she yelled and, in sudden fear, she lunged 
for the phone.
George lashed the whip out again and it curled round Cindy's 
wrist. Se screamed in horror, even though it hadn't hurt and 
stared at the leather curled around her arm.
"Stop that!" she yelled, and then she staggered as he pulled in 
on the whip and she was slowly dragged across the floor toward 
him. "Stop it, George. I'll scream for help."
"Go ahead," he said, and gave another heave on the whip. 
"Make my day," he added and laughed outrageously for some 
reason Cindy couldn't understand. "There's nobody here, my little 
cunt, nobody at all. Scream all you want, though I must warn you, 
I get really pissed off with cunts who scream too much."
Cindy was dragged in helplessly by her arm, until she was 
almost face to face with him. She panted and fear fought with her 
fury for supremacy. She lashed out with her free hand, trying to 
slap his face, but his arm was up and he gripped her wrist with 
contemptuous ease.
"Now why don't you give all that up?" he asked. "Why don't you 
be a nice girl and open the rest of your blouse for me? I mean, 
you've got the greatest pair of tits I've ever seen, and you keep 
them all to yourself."

"I'd rather die first," Cindy spat at him and struggled to get her 
arm free.
"Oh no, I don't think so," said George with an easy grin. "You 
just think you'd rather die, but I never met a cunt yet who really 
would."
"And stop calling me those things!" Cindy screamed, and 
wrenched her arm free. "I'm leaving, I'm going to call the police."
"Oh, fine," said Georg and unwrapped the end of the whip from 
her arm. "Fine, leave, let's see if you can."
Cindy stared at him for a moment, piling all the hatred she 
could into the look, and then she turned, holding her blouse top 
together and walked for the door.
She got about five yards before the whip cracked out and 
wrapped around her ankle. She screamed as George jerked on it 
and she fell to the floor, rolling helplessly as he pulled.
The whip jerked free and he stood over her, laughing. "Watch 
this, cunt," he said.
The whip lashed out again and the next button of her blouse 
was cut neatly away, exposing her bra totally and the swelling tit 
mounds it held. Cindy screamed and tried to get her arms up, 
but, before she could the whip had lunged in again and she 
stared as she watched the tip curl around the next button. and rip 
it off the expensive silk.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, now really
frightened. She had fallen into the hands of a monster, and 
there was no saying what he might do to her. She rolled violently 
onto her stomach and tried to hide her wonderful tits against the 
carpet.
"Turn over," said George, but Cindy screamed and hid her face 
in the floor, the fear growing in her. "I said, turn over," he 
repeated, but Cindy just sobbed and held her tits, trying to protect 
them.
George flicked the whip out almost casually and it cut into the 
front of her thighs, sending terrible waves of agony into her whole 
body as the red line spread across her flesh. "Get up," he said.
Suddenly Cindy was weeping as she struggled to her feet, 
pulling her short dress down over her thighs. She regretted 
dressing like this now. In civilized countries men would respect 
her, but here she was being treated like a common whore. It was 
disgusting and she was going to the police the moment she got 
out of here.
"Now," said George, leaning back against the desk and looking 
his captive over. "Take your hands down."
Slowly Cindy let her hands fall away from her tits, protected as 
they were only by her bra now.
"That's better," said George. "You know, you've got the best 
body I've seen, and you don't use it. Well, now we're going to 
teach you

how to use it, aren't we?"
"Please, leave me alone," Cindy whispered, staring at the floor, 
unable to bear his gaze as he stared at her helpless body.
"Why don't you take that blouse off?" said George, and he 
grinned, running the whip through his expert fingers.
"No, no, you won't make me do that, no," Cindy moaned.
"I said take it off," said George, and he grinned and flicked the 
end of the whip.
"No, no, that's perverted, it's .   wicked, it's .  . "Cindy gave up, 
struggling for words.
"Very well," said George. He leaned back, flicking the whip in 
again, cutting the last button away.
This one was so close to Cindy's skin that the tip of the whip 
cut into her stomach. More pain erupted and she doubled up, 
sobbing and screaming as she held herself.
"Stand up, you slut," said George, and Cindy managed to get 
upright again, staring at him, her vision blurred with tears. "Now 
take it off."
Fear almost choked Cindy as she reached up and slowly 
pulled the top of her blouse apart. It slid down her arms, as she 
trembled and turned away from the terrible stare of lust he was 
giving her. Fumbling with the wrist buttons, she wept again and 
hurried as he grunted with impatience and fingered the whip. 
Finally it was 
off and she carefully laid it over the back of a chair.
"Put your hands behind your back," George commanded.
Cindy did as she was told, her tits only protected now by her 
bra, and the top of the tiny slip she wore, that was cut even lower 
than the bra. With the bra off, the slip would be no protection at 
all.
George stared at her, running his eyes over the luscious 
curves of her tits. They heaved with emotion as the young woman 
trembled and the tears ran down her soft cheeks.
"Very nice," said George. "I can't wait to get my hands on 
them, but I will." He laughed gleefully. "After all, this is the first 
time and we wouldn't want to hurry it, would we?" And he grinned 
again. "Now the skirt, too."
"Oh no, don't make me do that, no!" Cindy screamed as she 
covered her tits again.
The whip lashed out again and George made it curl around her 
body and cut into her ass. She still had her skirt on, and under it 
were her panties and the very bottom of her slip, but it was as if 
they were no protection at all. The pain shot up into her back and 
Cindy screamed and clutched at her burning ass cheeks. But he 
swept the whip again and it cut into her stomach again, just below 
her ribs. Cindy's screams echoed around the empty room and 
she doubled up,

trying to hide from the whip.
"Now, how about taking off your skirt?" George asked as if it 
were the most reasonable request in the world.
"All right, all right, I will, just don't whip me again, please," 
Cindy sobbed and slowly got up to face him.
He was grinning at her helplessness. With her hands 
trembling, Cindy felt for the buckle of her wide belt and pulled it 
open. As he watched, she reached back and unzipped the skirt, 
and then, weeping at the terrible humiliation, she slid the skirt 
over her hips and tight, swelling ass and dropped it to the floor.
"Oh yeahhh," George breathed. "Oh yeahhh, that's good." He 
paused and looked at her. "Take the bra off, too."
Cindy choked with fear, but the memory of the whip was too 
recent for her to forget. Her fingers almost wouldn't do as she told 
them to as she reached up and pulled at the clasp at the center 
of her bra. It stood out from her deep cleavage with the force of 
the twin tit mounds that thrust all their force against it and, when 
she did get it off, popped open very suddenly. Cindy slowly slid 
the straps down her arms. She had to take the slip straps down 
and slide them back up to her shoulders, but he didn't seem to 
mind that. He just looked and grinned as she stood there.
"Oh yeahhh," he repeated.
Her rising, luscious tits stood out proudly above the top of her 
tiny white slip. The lacy top just held the lower curves of the 
fleshy tits, pushing them forward just enough to show them to 
best advantage. And the slip just covered her ass cheeks, leaving 
that tantalizing show of soft flesh between her stocking tops and 
the hem of the slip. Just below it, there was the hint of her 
transparent white panties and the dark mound of pussy hair they 
barely concealed. Below that, her long, shapely legs reached 
down to the spike heels she always wore.
Cindy knew very well what the high heels and tight slip did for 
her body. She had studied herself many times in the privacy of 
her apartment, but never had she stood with a lascivious, animal 
of a man looking her over.
"Ohhhh, boy, did I make the right plans," said George, slowly 
comIng off the desk and walking to the terrified, trembling 
librarian.
He reached out slowly and slid the top of her slip even farther 
down. As Cindy moaned and pleaded with him to stop, he took 
one of her proud nipples in his fingers and played with it, slowly 
twisting the stiff flesh until it hurt.
"There's a bet on here," he said, "that you're such a little cock-
tease, you can't possibly be a virgin. And I'm gonna find out."

CHAPTER TWO


"Y-you're what?" Cindy asked, so terrified her stomach was in 
knots.
Through the pain from her nipple as George slowly twisted it, 
came the greater pain of knowing that he planned to rape her.
"Shit, have you got a pair of tits," said George, slowly playing 
with her nipple. "Fuck, there's men here would give their balls to 
get hold of these tits for a night." He held the soft heaviness of 
her tit in his hand and ran his fingers over it.
"Please," Cindy begged, "what are you going to do with me?" 
She stifled a sob. Just a few- minutes ago she was looking 
forward to a lovely quiet weekend, and now she was facing the 
greatest terror of her life.
"I'm gonna fmd out if you're cherry or not," said George, with a 
grin. Then I'm gonna fuck the hell outa you. How does that 
sound?"
"N-no, please, don't do that, please. I'll do anything you want, 
but please don't do that, please," Cindy begged as his rough 
hands still played with her tits and caressed her white flesh.
"But I want to fuck you," said George, using that awful word 
again. "So that's what I'm gonna do. You can make it easy or 
difficult, I don't care."
"But, but, you wouldn't rape a virgin, would you?" Cindy 
pleaded. "Please, please let me go, I'll give you all the money I 
have, please."
"Honey, I don't want your fucking money. I want your body, you 
slut, so stop the crap and get over that desk."
"No, no, please, please," Cindy begged, but George grabbed 
her by the wrist and dragged her toward her own desk. She 
struggled and screamed but none of it did any good. George was 
much too strong for her and he flung her face down across her 
desk with no effort at all. There he held her, a hand firmly on the 
small of her back as she struggled and yelled and tried to kick out 
at him.
"Stop it!" she screamed, and her flying heel caught him on the 
shin.
"You'll pay for that, you cunt," he promised. And he showed the 
terrified librarian a pair of metal handcuffs, waving them in front of 
her face. "You wanna put these on, or shall I do it for you?"
"Leave me alone, you, you monster!" Cindy screamed, and 
she stupidly tried to reach for his hair and pull a handful of it out.
With a laugh, he gripped her wrist and clipped the handcuffs on 
with practiced ease. Cindy screamed and rolled on the desk, but 
he held her too firmly.
"Get away from me!" she screamed and sud

denly felt the whip curl around her neck. Spluttering and and 
half choked, she watched as he released his hold on her back, 
but he rolled off the desk and pulled her arm down to where her 
wrist was beside the desk's sturdy wooden leg There was a click 
and Cindy's arm was handcuffed to her own desk.
She tried to scream, but very little would come out through the 
choke hold of the whip. It was all she could do to breathe, and 
she heaved and sobbed on the hard deak top, helpless as he clip 
ped another pair of cuffs to her other wrist and leaned on that arm 
too, dragging it down until he could clip it to the other leg of the 
desk.
Now Cindy was almost helpless. But her arms were tied and 
they were stretched so far that the pressure of the handcuffs 
forced her face down into the hard wood of her desk top. She 
gave a moan as she struggled and hoped that somebody, 
anybody, would still be in the building and come in to save her 
from this terrible humiliation.
"Well," said George, going around to the back of the desk and 
surveying her ass as it jumped and heaved in frantic agony. "This 
is going to be better than I thought. Did you know you've got an 
ass that drives men crazy?"
Cindy spluttered and struggled, the whip around her neck still 
cutting off most of her air.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said George. "I forgot, you
have trouble speaking right now.' And he came back and 
uncurled the leather, letting the half-choked girl breathe again. 
"Did you know what a fantastic ass you've got?"
"Leave me alone," said Cindy desperately, tears rolling down 
her cheeks. She had never been so humiliated in her life before 
and the thought of her luscious body being so exposed and 
helpless was more than she could take.
"Well, let's just say that you have a fantastic ass," said George 
pleasantly, "and I can't wait to get at it." He leaned down and 
whispered in her ear. "So, let's get your ankles tied up and we 
can begin."
"Leave me alone, oh please, you can't be such a beast, you 
can't!" Cindy screamed.
She kicked and screamed as hard as she could, but he 
grabbed one of her legs and she felt the click of the cuffs and 
then it was dragged down. There was another click and she 
couldn't move. The metal hurt her ankle as she struggled and 
moaned with the pain. Then he had her other leg and there were 
the same two awful clicks and she was utterly helpless, her arms 
and legs held tight to the desk, her body vulnerable.
He spent a little time rearranging her. He put the high-heeled 
shoe back on her foot and shifted her ass over so that her legs 
were pressed straight, the backs of her knees twitching with the 
agony of her taut tendons. Now her hips 

were against the edge of her desk and her ass thrust up, 
utterly exposed to him. He came back around to her head and, to 
Cindy's utter horror, he produced a large, studded dog collar and 
slid it around her neck. She screamed at him, but it did no good 
at all. He just laughed and clipped a long piece of thin rope to the 
collar and threw it under the desk. Moaning and gasping, Cindy 
tried to think wh he would possibly do with it, and very soon she 
found out. He pulled it from under the desk on the other side of 
her body and then lashed it first around one of her thighs, just 
above her knees, and then ran it over her other leg, pulling the 
strand that led to the collar tight before he lashed the other one 
on.
Now, each twitch of her legs forced Cindy's face down harder 
into the desk, and the collar, while not actually choking her, was 
tight enough to give her breathing trouble. She gave a moan of 
utter helplessness and desperately wondered what perversion he 
had in store for her.
"Now, tell me," said George, waiking around to the bound girl's 
ass and slowly rubbing his hands over it. "Do you wear the 
clothes you do to drive men crazy? Or is it just a whim on your 
part?"
Cindy struggled and wept. The trouble was that each heave 
she gave to try and get away from those terrible hands just pulled 
on the rope 
and jerked her head down, making her breathing more difficult.
"I don't know," she managed to say. "Men should respect 
women, protect them-not what you're doing.'
George laughed. "Let me tell you one thing I've learned in my 
travels," he said. "When a little cock-tease like you dresses up so 
that men get hard-ons the moment they see them, then the cock-
teasers are asking for it, and in the end they get it. And you're 
gonna get it, lots of it, you little cunt."
His hands were running over her ass and Cindy felt his fingers 
slide inside her panty leg and run down into the secret crack 
between her legs.
"No!" she screamed. "No, not that, no!" But he ignored her and 
his fingers probed farther, between the soft lips of her pussy, 
gently rubbing over the bud of her clit. No man had ever been 
anywhere near there before and Cindy moaned with disgust. "You 
beast! I'll report you to the police when I get out of here."
"Oh, if you like," saidGeorge with a grin, while his fingers 
played with the soft flesh of her pussy. "But I wouldn't dream of 
doing anything to you that you didn't want me to do. In fact, you're 
gonna beg me to fuck you very soon, and do anything else I 
want."
"Never!" Cindy screamed. "I'll never do

that, I'd rather - -
"Die first," he finished for her. "Well, we'll see. Now, that was 
stupid of me. I left your panties on. Now they have to come off, so 
I'll have to tear them off, won't I?"
"No, you brute, no, don't do that!" Cindy moaned. She was 
gasping for breath as the collar cut into the back of hr neck and 
forced her face into the hard wood.
"Oh, all right," said George pleasantly. "We'll see if I can 
persuade you to beg me to rip them off. We can come to the fuck 
later."
His fingers retreated from her pussy and Cindy gave a moan of 
relief. She felt him flip the hem of her tiny slip up, over her ass 
until it was around her waist and his terrible hands ran over the 
insides of her thighs, up and down, going below her stocking tops 
to her knees and then right back up to the crack of her ass and 
pussy. It was awful for her, and she struggled as much as she 
could, but it was hopeless. The edge of the desk cut into her 
thighs, adding to her pain and helplessness.
"Now, just let me know when you want me to tear your panties 
off," said George.
He was talking from behind her and Cindy wondered what he 
was going to do to her. But, until it happened, she didn't have the 
faintest idea. There was a moment of total silence and then, 
suddenly, the most terrible agony surged 
through Cindy's bound ass.
She had forgotten about the whip and the skill George had with 
it. The crack of the leather on her unprotected ass echoed from 
the walls and her scream followed. Her head and legs tried to 
leap in different directions and the rope slammed her face back 
down to the desk as she screamed and moaned in terror.
George lashed the thin leather whip forward again and waited 
until Cindy's terrified scream had faded. "You have the most 
terrific ass. Shit, it's real fun to whip it. And, ohhh fuck me, your 
legs, shit, you gotta pair of legs, baby, just made to be tied up like 
that. Ohhhh, yeahhh!" And he lashed her ass again.
Cindy struggled and screamed, fresh tears running down her 
cheeks. She couldn't believe any man could be so brutal to a 
lady. Her ass was exploding with agony at each lash of the whip, 
and the loud crack of it added an extra margin of terror. "Ohhhhh, 
please, please, George, don't please! Aaaaggghhh! Oh no, no, 
please, no!"
"Shit," said George, lashing the bound woman again "I gotta 
hard-on you wouldn't believe, baby. I'm gonna fuck the shit outa 
you, just wait." Andhe listened to Cindy scream and beg as her 
ass jumped and twitched, trying in vain to escape the 
punishment.
Cindy couldn't believe she would ever be in

that much agony. Her whole ass broke into flames as the whip 
lashed her and they had only died down a little before the next 
terrible lashing burst the fire higher, burning through her helpless 
body. Her ass cheeks were scarlet, a mass of red lines that fused 
into each other. Her flesh felt as if it had been beaten to a pulp, 
and the relentless whip never stopped, just went on, curling out 
and back, cutting into her ass.
"Aaaghhh! Ohhhh, no, oh God no!" Cindy wept as the whip 
continued lashing into her body. "I never did anything to you! 
Please, ohhhhh, aggghhhh, oh God, please!" And she gasped for 
breath again as the collar cut into her neck.
"Just tell me when you want me to rip your panties off," said 
George, as if she were being very unreasonable. "Then I can 
check if you're really cherry or not, and I'll whip the shit outa you if 
you're not cherry."
Cindy screamed as more and more agony erupted into her 
helpless body. George could really use that whip and each lash 
was calculated to exact the most terrible pain without letting 
Cindy faint from it. Her ass cheeks bounced at each contact, the 
beaten flesh contorting as the leather bit into it.
"Please, aaaghhhh! Oh stop, please, I'll do anything if you'll 
stop, anything! Please, oh agghhhh, oh no," Cindy sobbed and 
the desk 
top under her face was wet with her tears.
"All I want you to do is beg me to tear your panties off," said 
George as he whipped her again. "It's simple, slut, just beg me."
"No!" Cindy screamed. "No I won't, I won't-aaggghhhh, ohhhh, 
oh no, I won't, I won't, I aaagghhheeei! Oh, no!" She collapsed 
over the desk, her whole body in the most terrible agony.
"Suit yourself," said George, and he laughed as he laid the 
whip into her ass again. "Keep it up, you lovely little slut. The 
more you hold out, the better it is for me." And he let Cindy's 
screams die down again. "I love whipping little cunts like you, 
because I get whatever I want from them. And they beg me, all of 
them, they beg me."
Cindy was reaching the limit of her endurance. The whip had 
her ass burning red from the top to where it met her thighs, and, 
with each new thrashing, the red got deeper and the pain more 
unbearable. Then George was laughing as he whipped her, that 
terrible laugh that told her he had her totally in his command and 
could do what he liked to her. She knew she would break soon, 
anything to stop the terrible torture. He could even rip the 
expensive silk of her panties if he wanted to.
"All right, all right!" she suddenly screamed. "You can do it." 
And she fell back across the

desk.
"Do what?" he asked pleasantly, and Cindy thrashed on the 
desk again as he gave her another cut of the whip.
"Ohhhh, stop! You can take my, my, aaagghhh, my panties 
off!" Cindy screamed as he continued his merciless whipping.
"But I can't take them off, slut," he said, casually throwing the 
whip forward again and watching his captive writhe and scream 
on the desk. "I've tied you up, stupid, so what will I have to do?"
"Ohhhh, aaaghhh! Oh, tear them off, tear them!" Cindy 
screamed, trying to please her captor and stop the awful agony. 
"Tear them off!"
"Oh, I see, that's better," said George, and the terrible whipping 
stopped.
Cindy moaned with the relief, even though she knew her agony 
and humiliation would go on for a long time yet. She felt his 
hands running over her ass again and fresh bursts of pain ran 
from the mashed, crimson flesh. Slowly his hands went inside the 
hem of her panties again and gripped the thin silk.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked.
"Oh yes, yes," Cindy wept, the terror of the whip making her 
agree.
"Very well," George said, and he slowly
pulled.
His hand held the panties between her legs and they began to 
cut into her upper thighs as he leaned back and the strain pulled 
at her bound body. Inch by inch he went back and Cindy felt fresh 
tears in her eyes. The elastic at her waist cracked first and she 
gave a sob as the panties slipped down over her ass. George still 
pulled, increasing the pressure until the material itself began to 
give, ripping and breaking until one side gave way. That got them 
away from her ass and pussy, but George didn't stop. He wanted 
them off completely. With a sudden burst of impatience he ripped 
the remaining material away from her legs.
Then Cindy's humiliation really started. She felt his fingers 
running over the crack of her pussy. He caressed the luscious, 
tangled hair of her cuntal mound and slowly worked his way to 
the tight entrance of her virgin cunt hole. Cindy gave another 
scream as he pushed one finger into her throbbing pussy.
Never before had a man run his finger into Cindy's cunt. She 
moaned with shame as she felt it work its way past her pussy lips 
and into the entrance. Geore took his tiine. Agonizingly, he 
worked the single finger in, sliding it just a little and then stopping, 
working it around the trembling walls of Cindy's cnt hole until she 
was moaning.

"Fuck me, you've got a tight little hole,' George said softly. "It's 
gonna be a long hard fuck taking this."
Cindy moaned and tensed as his finger finally came into 
contact with her tight cherry. George pushed slightly at it with his 
finger, feeling it give a little.
"Oh, well, fuck me," he said. "I didn't expect to find anything 
there." He pushed again, feeling Cindy's body roll and heave on 
the desk top. "That makes it even more fun. Feel it, you little 
cock-tease? It's about to be gone, history, outa here. Got that?"
Cindy gave a low scream as he pushed at her cherry again. 
"Oh, no, please don't do that," she pleaded. "Please, have some 
respect for a virgin, please."
George just laughed again and his finger played with the walls 
of her cunt. "Oh, but I thought you wanted me to fuck you," he 
said, his voice a single thread of awful menace. "In fact, you're 
gonna beg me to take your cherry, aren't you?" And his hands 
stroked Cindy's red, whipped ass.
Cindy almost fainted. She was faced with the most dreadful 
choice. She either begged him to do the thing she hated most to 
her, or she would get whipped again. The terrible mental agony 
made her head spin.
CHAPTER THREE


Cindy moaned and struggled on the desk, trying helplesly to 
pull her arms out of the cuffs that held them. The metal had 
already dug into her wrists and there were deep red marks in her 
flesh. She sobbed harder as she felt George's hands running 
down into the crack of her ass and then farther, between her 
stretched and bound legs, back to the crack of her pussy.
"Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you," he 
whispered, leaning over her, his mouth close to her neck as he 
nuzzled against the dark mass of her hair.
Cindy gave a terrified sob. She knew what would happen if she 
refused to beg, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it, to 
allow him to ram his terrible thing into her helpless, virgin body.
"Now, you tell me-and fast," said George menacingly. "I've got 
the biggest hard-on of my life and I'm gonna put it somewhere; 
So beg me, slut, beg me." And he rolled his hips over her ass and 
Cindy felt the monstrous pole of his cock as it pushed against her 
beaten flesh.
"Aaaaggg, ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, trying to think, trying to 
imagine some way out of this. Her body heaved on the desk and 
the collar cut into her neck again and the cuffs tore

at her wrists and ankles.
"Now tell me, fuSk meat," George whispered, "or I'll take it out 
on you until you beg."
His huge cock thrust at her ass and Cindy gave a terrible low 
scream of terror and gasped for breath, but still she couldn't bring 
herself to beg him.
"If you don't, my little whore, I'll use the whip again. And if I 
have to do that," he said, "I'll do it as long as I like, not just until 
you beg me. And I can assure you, you will be begging, 
screaming for me to fuck you before I stop. I don't like little cunts 
who defy me."
"Aaaggg, ohhhhh, no, ohhhhh," Cindy moaned, her body 
shaking and her breath panting. There was a whirlpool of cotton 
in her head, she couldn't think coherently.
"Last chance, you little shit," George whispered. "And please 
don't give in now, I want to whip the shit outa you so bad-so 
please, defy me, fuck meat." He leaned even closer and Cindy 
could feel the throb of his prick as it pushed against her sore ass.
Cindy tried, she tried to tell him he could fuck her, she tried to 
get out the words that would save her from more pain, but they 
wouldn't come out. She gasped and tossed on the desk as hard 
as the cuffs and ropes would let her, but nothing except gasps 
and moans came out. 
"Oh, good," she heard George say, and suddenly he was gone.
Cindy moaned as she tried to pull herself free, terrified now of 
what she knew was coming, but she had lost the chance.
Then she stiffened with new horror, wondering what, in the 
name of God, George was doing to her. She felt him pull her 
pussy lips back and hold them. Then, without warning, the jaws of 
some kind of clamp slammed shut over her pussy flesh, and she 
leaped and screamed on the desk, begging him to stop.
"I bet you want me to fuck you, hey?" he asked.
Cindy almost passed out as another clamp bit into the other 
side of her cuntal lips.
"Oh yes, yes, you can fuck me," she gasped.
"Anything, anything, but please don't hurt me again, please."
"It's funny how you little cunts get to pleading when it's too 
late," he said.
Cindy screamed in horror. The metal jaws, pinching her flesh 
viciously, were only part of the problem. There was string 
attached to them and he was pulling on it, opening her cunt lips 
until her clit was exposed. Cindy moaned and tried to hide her 
face in the desk. He pulled on the string until she was sobbing in 
pain and humiliation and her pussy lips were pulled as far as they 
would go. Then he tied the string 

to the rope running from her collar to her thighs, and Cindy 
gave helpless screams of agony as she twitched and heaved, 
and each movement not only pulled on her collar, but stretched 
her bound pussy lips as well.
He stepped away again and Cindy felt her heart palpitating as 
she tried to guess what he would do. She could imagine what she 
looked like now, her legs spread wide, her thighs bound and her 
poor pussy lips pulled open in the most obscene display.
"If you beg me to fuck you after the first stroke," she heard 
George's calm, menacing voice saying, "then you'll get ten 
lashes. If after two, then twenty, and so on. You understand?"
"Oh please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cindy moaned, the 
terrible word flowing out of her mouth in her overwhelming terror.
"That doesn't count," said George crisply.
Cindy started sobbing, but that was cut off instantly by the 
scream she gave that echoed off the walls.
George had lashed the whip expertly across her wide-open 
cunt, so that the tip of it was the only thing to make contact, but it 
cut viciously right into her clit. Cindy had never known that pain 
like that existed. It was far worse than the pain in her ass. It -sent 
red-hot spears of agony shooting all over her body, burning deep 
into her until she heard her voice babbling, and the 
voice was coming from a long way away.
"Oh yes, please fuck me, please fuck me, please," the voice 
was screaming from somewhere outside the seas of pain she 
was submerged in.
"So that makes ten,' said George.
Cindy's screams doubled and her head twisted in awful agony 
as the whip cut precisely into her exposed clit. The scream at the 
second lash was still building as the third crashed in, and the 
bound librarian writhed on the desk, begging her torturer to do 
anything he wanted, if he would just stop beating her.
"Oh, come on now, my little whore,' said George as he 
whipped her again. "You wouldn't want to spoil my fun, now would 
you? Slut. Would you. . . six!" And the whip lashed into her cunt 
again.
"Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, aaaggghhhh! Oh fuck me!" Cindy 
screamed as the agony soared higher in her bound body.
But there was something strange about it. At the height, each 
beat of the whip sent tremors through her, tremors that she found 
herself waiting for, waiting for the next beat of the whip, and they 
would be there again. Would they be as awful the next time? Or 
would that strange feeling make them more bearable?
"Nine!" said George, and Cindy's ass bounced all around the 
desk as far as the cuffs

and ropes would allow. "Ten!"
Cindy gave a massive scream and fell across the hard wooden 
surface, sweat runmng over her body
There was another moment broken by Cindy's low moans as 
she gasped for breath and waited for the rape she knew was 
coming. The pain in her body throbbed as the fire from her 
whipped ass and pussy still spread slowly.
George was beside her head. He pulled the gasping girl up by 
a handful of her hair and made her stare at him.
"I think I should show you what you're going to be getting," he 
said. He slid the zipper at the front of his pants down and slowly 
pulled his cock out.
Cindy gave a great gasp of new fear. She could never get 
something that big into her virgin cunt! It would burst her in two, 
George laughed as he held her hair in one hand and forced her 
head up, against the pull of the ropes on her collar, and ran his 
other hand over his massive fucker. It pulsed and bulged before 
Cindy's terrified eyes. There was nearly a foot of rock-hard cock 
and it was so thick that George's hand would scarcely fit around it 
as he slowly rubbed it in front of her face.
"Shit," he said, and chuckled with eat amazement. "I've got half 
a mind to jerk off all over your beautiful face and then whip you 
till I get hard again. How about it?"
"Oh no!" she sobbed. "Oh please, fuck me now, please, 
please, George!" She gasped and wept as he grinned.
"Well, all right, fuck meat," he said, "Since you asked me so 
nice. I guess." And he dropped her head and walked behind her.
Cindy moaned as she knew her humiliation 'was about to be 
completed. She felt him pull on the clips still holding her pussy 
lips in their terrible embrace, and then she gave another 
desperate groan as he brutally pulled them off, dragging the cunt 
flesh and actually pulling some of her pussy hair out by the roots.
"Now," he said, and Cindy felt the first touch of a man's cock at 
the entrance to her cunt. "Now relax, my little whore, and it'll be 
so much better for you."
But relaxing was the last thing Cindy could do. She moaned as 
she felt him run the head of his monster cock up and down the 
slick flesh of her beaten clit. There were fresh bursts of agony 
from her clit, but there were also spasms, things she didn't 
understand at all.
"Well, fuck me," said George softly. "You're damp, you little 
shit, you're fucking damp." And his cockhead just ran into the lips 
of Cindy's throbbing cunt.
She stiffened as she felt the huge round cockhead force the 
walls of her cunt to open a 

little. She didn't understand why George had said that about 
her getting damp. Did it mean something? She had no idea, but 
she wasn't going to get much time to think about it anyway.
His cock sank another inch into her protesting body. The walls 
of her cunt seemed to scream as they were forced to open and 
the head of George's huge cock worked its way into her until it 
came up against the rigid wall of her cherry.
"Oh, no," Cindy moaned, and her head sank back to the desk 
top.
"What's the matter?" asked George innocently. "Don't you want 
me to fuck you?"
"Oh yes, yes, please!" Cindy shouted, her ass thrusting back at 
his rampaging cock.
She was utterly terrified for a moment that he would stop and 
whip her again, but he was too hot by this time. If Cindy had been 
more experienced, she would have known he was desperate to 
unload his cum by the way his cock throbbed and beat at her 
cunt.
"Oh, good," said George, and he thrust his cock back to the 
drum of Cindy's cherry. Slowly he pulled his cock back and then 
thrust it forward, an inch at a time, back and forth, waiting. "Shall I 
take it now?"
Cindy was almost sick. She was going to be forced to beg a 
man to take her virginity. But there was no way out.
"Oh, yes!" she heard her voice scream. "Oh,
take it for me, please!" And she gave a heave and a great sob 
as he just continued his slow, in-and-out fucking.
Without warning, George fucked deep into Cindy's cunt. For a 
split second she felt her cherry resist, and then it was broken, and 
his cock was fucking deep into her violated pussy. She was 
ruined-the one thing that made a woman desirable to a man was 
gone. She would be spurned by every decent man in the world 
now, and it would serve her tight for giving in like that. She should 
have resisted to death if necessary.
George grunted with pleasure as his massive cock fucked into 
her pussy. "Sheeit," he moaned. "You've got the tightest little cunt 
hole I ever fucked. Hey, that's great, ohhh yeah!
He leaned in on her, forcing his cock in until his balls slapped 
against her whipped and painful ass, and the pressure of his body 
drove her thighs into the front of her desk. Slowly he pulled his 
invading cockmeat out, until only the cockhead still rested in 
Cindy's pussy. Then he slowly fucked back in, inch by relentless 
inch, until it was all there and Cindy could feel the head of his 
prick beat against the entrance of her womb. She could feel the 
blood from her raped cherry running down her thighs and she 
wept with the shame of it. She had given in to this man. She had 
pleaded with him to fuck her. 

She was disgusting and she had to be punished for what she 
had done.
And there ws no doubt that George was going to do it. His 
huge stiff cock fucked into her cuntal passage, forcing the cunt 
walls to spread and stretch with new onslaughts of pain. Each 
fuck thrust sent waves of it, running up into Cindy's tied body, 
messages of her helplessness throbbing through her. With the 
pain of the whip gone, however, she now realized that other parts 
of her body were getting their own dreadful stimulation. Her tits 
rubbed against the hard wood and her nipples had got hard, 
testing each ribbed grain of the wood as George's slowly 
increasing fuck thrusts forced her body forward on the desk.
"Ohhhhh yeahhh," she heard George shout. "Ohhh yeahhh, I 
gotta have this fuck hole again when it's properly trained." His 
thrusts into her cunt suddenly picked up momentum. His hips 
beat faster into her and the slap of his thighs and balls into her 
whipped ass were louder. "You'll pay for this, shit, getting me all 
hot like this, ohhhhh, fuck!"
The huge prick in her cunt was ramming faster and harder at 
each fuck stroke and George had his head back as he howled in 
rising ecstasy. Cindy wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew he 
was going to do something soon, probably that thing called 
"consummation" 
that would end this terrible rape. Her whole body was suffering 
as the cock fucked in and out of her cunt, but the friction on her 
cuntal walls was also doing things to her that she didn't 
understand or want to admit to. Fierce flashes of pleasure spread 
out each time the cock slammed into her, making her moan and 
sending her ass thrusting up at George to get more of his cock. It 
was as if something demonic had taken her over, something that 
made her body do all sorts of terrible things without her knowing, 
and certainly without her trying. The pleasure rose as George 
yelled and fucked, and his cock swelled inside her, spreading 
more and more of that feeling into her pussy.
"Aaahhhgggg, oh God!" Cindy screamed.
And she thrust up at George as his massive cock spurted the 
first jet of his cum into her pussy.
Suddenly things were spinning for Cindy and nothing was real. 
She felt bursts of his hot cum flooding her pussy, and George 
leaned back and screamed as his cock took over and his hips 
bounced Cindy all over the desk as he slammed into her ass with 
each powerful fuck thrust. He leaned down, grabbed her hair and 
pulled her back so that she was arched painfully on the desk, 
straining against every one of her bonds, but somehow she didn't 
notice that. Her mouth panted as he pulled her head up, and he 
fucked 

deeper and deeper into her pussy as he went on coming, jism 
pouring out in endless waves from his cock. The spurts of cum 
sent Cindy's strange feeling higher until she was moaning and 
sobbing while her body shuddered in a strange kind of release, 
and she felt waves of overwhelming pleasure roll over her. Each 
peak of his orgam, when the white cum spurted out into her 
pussy, was matched by a smiliar peak in her body, as her head 
strained against the hold he had on her hair, and her ass and 
pussy lunged into his thrusting hips.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, you little shit," George suddenly yelled. 
"You're coming, you bitch, you're coming! Oh, you little tease, 
you fucking cunt!" And he gave a heave on his cock that almost 
tore Cindy's legs out of their sockets as he shot the last of his 
cum load into her wildly throbbing cunt.
"Oh no, oh God," Cindy moaned as he slowly let go of her hair 
and she came down to realize what she had done.
She had allowed a man to fuck her and she had got pleasure 
from it. And this was after she had been most cruelly whipped. 
She really was depraved, and she had to stop it, stop it now! 
Decent women didn't get pleasure from fucking, they just didn't-
her mother had been very emphatic on that. So she wasn't a 
decent woman, and the only way she could become 
decent again was to resist all his attempts in the future.
George slowly settled onto her helpless body, his cock still 
oozing cum in her cunt, his body still shaking from the orgasm.
"Fuck me," he whispered. "You and me are going to have the 
best time in the world, whore. You're gonna learn to do things you 
never even heard of before. Jesus, I wish I'd known, I'da brought 
a lot more stuff with me. Oh well, we can deal with that later."
Cindy gave another low moan and she felt the pain returning all 
over her body, radiating from her ankles and wrists where the 
metal had dug deep into her skin. From the backs of her knees, 
where her tendons had been so unmercifully stretched for so 
long, and most of all from her whipped ass and pussy.
She felt George slowly pull his cock out of her. Her cunt closed 
around his cockhead as it went and there seemed to be 
something missing there, something she wanted or needed. She 
gave a moan and tried to relax. She felt him unclip the cuffs at 
her ankles and then untie the rope to her collar. Then he came 
around and undid her wrist cuffs and allowed her to stand up.
Rubbing her wrists and ankles and then trying to bring some 
relief to her ass, Cindy walked across the floor as she looked at 
her tormentor 

as he sat in one of the chairs and watched her with 
amusement. His cummy cock still hung out of his pants, massive, 
even when partially soft. Cindy rubbed her ass and the pain 
flowed, but it wasn't so bad anymore. Her fingers worked their 
way to her whipped and raw clit, rubbing over it, feeling the 
wetness of mixed cum and blood running down the insides of her 
thighs. The rubbing gave some relief to her pussy and she 
continued running her fingers over it, feeling the soft relief 
spreading. She couldn't understand why George had a big grin 
spreading over his face.
"Pretty good, slut," he said. "Spread your legs wider, let me 
see."
Cindy was so terrified of him that she obeyed and let him see 
her rubbing her beaten clit.
"Well," she said, tears in her eyes again, "I hope you're 
satisfied. You've ruined me, so let me go now."
George laughed. "Ruined you?'- he asked. "I'm going to make 
you into the woman you really are. We've only just started, honey. 
So brighten up and come with me."
CHAPTER FOUR


"What do you mean?" Cindy shrieked, her fingers coming 
abruptly away from her beaten pussy.
"Oh, you'll find out," said George easily and, before Cindy 
could move, he'd reached out and grabbed her neck chain. There 
wasn't much she could do but follow him. He dragged her out of 
the door and down the corridor to the ladies' bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Cindy screamed.
"Just gonna wash you off," said George. "Don't like all that 
blood around. Looks like you really were a virgin." He laughed as 
he pushed her through the door.
She struggled and protested, but George just spun her around 
by her collar and flung her to the cold white sink.
"Now clean yourself off," he ordered, and stood there, leaning 
back against the wall, mocking her.
It was almost too much for Cindy, but she knew what would 
happen if she refused to do as he said. Trembling from head to 
foot with a mixture of shame and anger, she turned on the 
faucets and let the water run unffl it was hot. She thought of the 
many pleasant times she had spent in here, away from all the 
turmoil of her 

work in the library. The place wouldn't any longer be the 
sanctuary it had been. Now there would always be the dreadful 
memory of George standing over her.
"Here." He tossed Cindy a washcloth.
She stared at it, bewildered. He really had planned this rape 
well. She took the cloth and ran it in the hot water, ten washed 
her thighs until all the mingled blood and cum were gone and 
they were back to the pristine whitness-apart from the angry red 
marks of the whip. She dried herself as well as she could on the 
paper towels and turned to face him with an air that had defiance 
behind it. At his command, she opened her legs and allowed him 
to inspect her to see that she was 'completely clean. Then he 
pulled on her chain again and hauled her back out of the 
washroom. Cindy struggled along behind him as before, but her 
mind was set now. All he could do was rape her from now on. 
She would never again sink to the humiliation of begging him for 
anything.
"Okay," he said, when they were back in the silence of the 
main library. "Now I'm going to teach you the next thing you need 
to know to please a man. On your knees."
Cindy stood between the bookshelves. Only a few hours 
before, the place had been teeming with people, people she 
always resented for their noise and the way they interrupted her 
work. 
Now she would have given anything just to have one of them 
there.
"No," she said defiantly. "I won't do it. I won't do anything you 
tell me to do." She stood defiantly in front of him, hardly realizing 
how helpless she looked in the tiny slip and white stockings. She 
folded her arms over her luscious tits and stared at him.
George laughed. "Oh, thank God for that," he said. "I thought 
you were going to be easy. Now I have some more training to 
do." He grinned and jangled her neck chain. "Do you know what 
you're gonna do next?"
Cindy ignored him.
He just laughed again. "That's one extra punishment," he said. 
"Oh well, I'll tell you. You're gonna put my cock in your mouth and 
suck it until I come, and then you're gonna lick all the cum up. 
Got that?"
Cindy's eyes widened. How could he even think of something 
so, so, disgusting? So perverted no decent person would even 
dream of it?
"No!" she yelled defiantly. "I won't, I won't do anything so 
disgusting, you can.
"Kill me," he added with his usual terrible laugh. "Oh well, don't 
say I didn't warn you."
He pulled her brutally toward him by the chain, and Cindy 
almost choked as she fell forward. She fought, but he had 
grabbed her and 

pulled her to the ladder she used to reach the higher books. It 
was a sloping ladder wide at the base and tapering, and it ran on 
two rails, one for the base and the other in the ceiling.
He flung the chain over the top of the ladder and pulled it until 
Cindy was almost hanging by her neck, twisting and turning 
against the rungs. Then he swiftly wrapped the chains around 
one of the lower ngs and left her for a moment. Cindy tried 
desperately to reach the rung with the chain wrapped round it, but 
it was going to take a lot of time to get herself unraveled to 
stretch her arms down far enough. She began heaving and 
pulling, struggling to reach, but George was back along before 
she had got anywhere.
"Silly girl," he said sarcastically, and pulled the desperate, 
choking librarian around to face him.
Cindy screamed, but it was cut off by the collar. She saw the 
cuffs again, felt them click over her wrists as he pulled her arms 
forward. Then she watched helplessly as he took another length 
of rope and wrapped it around to join the cuffs.
"Oh please, no," she begged as she pulled her arms back.
Without even talking to her, he threw the rope over the top 
rung and went behind the ladder, pulling on it until her arms were 
dragged over her head.
Then things went on getting worse. Her arms were stretched 
high over her head as the relentless George came back to face 
her. He had the end of the rope in his hands and he could let her 
arms down just by letting it go slack. Slowly he let it go, staring at 
her as she moaned with the pain.
"Now kneel on the bottom rung of the ladder," he said. "Put 
your legs through it."
"Oh, no, please, George, please, don't make me.
Her pleadings were cut off as he pulled the rope up again and 
the pain surged through her arms. She moaned and her head felt 
dizzy at the awful torture she was going through.
"Fine," he said. "I'll just hang you up like this and
"No, no, all right, I'll do it," Cindy sobbed as the pain in her 
arms grew worse.
She didn't realize she had just fallen into his trap. He 
slackened the rope again, and she could move. Sobbing, she 
slowly put her stockinged legs through the bottom rung of the 
ladder, one at a time, then she was forced to kneel on it when the 
next rung forced itself against the backs of her thighs. It wasn't 
too uncomfortable at first. The rung was wide and there was 
ample room for her knees.
George chuckled as he pulled the rope in and lashed it to one 
of the wide, lower rungs. It now 

held her arms high in their cuffs and that shoved her tits out. At 
the worst of times, Cindy's tits were an invitation. Thrust out and 
up like that, her tits made George give a whistle of lust and run 
his hands over them. Cindy struggled, but nothing stopped him 
from sliding the top of her slip away.
"Nice,' he said. "Now, just a few more things."
Cindy gave a low groan and wondered what other disgusting 
perversions could be in store for her. She didn't have long to wait. 
He spread her legs and tied each of her knees to the sides of the 
ladder. Then he went behind again and she felt him lashing ropes 
around her ankles. She begged him to stop, but all she got was 
that terrible laugh again. With a sudden heave, he pulled her 
ankles upward and then pulled the ropes around the side of the 
ladder and then around one of the steps.
Cindy screamed as her legs were brutally bent and tied until 
she couldn't move them at all and the pain at the backs of her 
knees was shooting up and all over her body. With growing 
desperation, she thrashed the top half of her body around, 
swinging on her bound wrists, but George just laughed.
"Now, let's see," he said as he came back and stood in front of 
her and she sobbed as she saw that his groin was just on a level 
with her mouth 
as she hung there, helplessly bound. "You can't imagine how 
much time I spent making sure this was going to be just right. 
Now, here it is agaln." And he unzipped his pants. He pulled his 
rigid prick out and ran it over the lips of his helpless captive. "Just 
let me know when you can't wait to suck it."
Cindy almost gagged as the warm smell of his masculinity 
swept over her nostrils and the thick cockshaft brushed her 
mouth. Never, she would never take that cock in her mouth. It 
would be impossible to imagine how disgusting that would be.
"Now," sald George, "let's get a little artistic, shall we?"
Cindy gave a terrible moan. He was pushing the ladder along 
the line of bookshelves and every rumble it gave over the metal 
rails jolted her arms and body painfully. She couldn't imagine 
what he was going to do until he gave a final shove and the 
ladder came to a halt right opposite the full-length mirror in the 
library. In horror, Cindy stared at her reflection,- bound to the 
ladder, her arms high over her head, her thighs spread as far as 
they would go, her tied feet, lashed almost to the height of her 
thrustout tits. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and even 
she could see how desirable she was.
Then, all around her, the lights started going

out, click by click-unffl there was only one left, the one light that 
illuminated her, bound to the ladder. All the rest of the room was 
in darkness. In the mirror she now looked even more desirable 
and tempting. Into the pool of light came George, slowly walking 
over to her, the whip in his hand. She stared in utter horror as he 
approached, her stomach twisting in strange knots, terror, but 
mixed with a dreadful excitement, a wonder at the depth of the 
depravity he was leading her into. Slowly and carefully, he eased 
the top of her slip away from her tits until they were totally 
exposed and the top of the flimsy material ran under the full, 
heaving mounds of tit flesh, adding its own support to the uplift of 
her bound arms and legs.
George ran his hands over the cringing flesh, holding one of 
her nipples and squeezing it slowly. Cindy moaned at the 
increasing pain, but there was no way to avoid the dreadful 
caress. She had such a lovely palr of tits that George could only 
hold them properly with both his hands, and he did, to each of 
them in turn, as he studied the creamy flesh.
Then, without a word, he was gone, back into the darkness 
where Cindy could hardly see him.
"Where are you?" she cried, frightened, her body trembling. 
"George, please, where are you?"
She didn't get an answer. Instead, with awful
suddenness, she saw the tip of the whip curling out of the 
blackness, heading for her tied body. Her eyes widened and she 
stared as the end of it cracked in, right across her two jutting tits. 
In the mirror she saw the leather bite deep into her tit flesh, the 
tip almost disappearing into the soft skin around her nipple. Then, 
equally suddenly it burst out again, leaving a curling line of red.
"Oh, God, don't!" Cindy screamed as her body contorted and 
her tits felt as if they were being torn off her body. "Please, don't 
whip me, please." She heaved on the ladder as another lash sent 
her head singing with pain.
"Of course I'll stop, my dear," said George with a laugh. "All 
you have to do is beg to suck my cock, that's all."
Cindy screamed as another cut lashed her tits. She couldn't, 
she couldn't suck that thing, she couldn't. Her head was whirling 
as she tried to pull off the ladder and the whip landed and buried 
itself in her tit flesh. "Oh, God, stop!" she yelled. "Stop, you brute, 
aaaggghhhh! Oh God, oh God, oh no!"
In the mirror she could see her mouth slob-bering as the pain 
burst like a volcano, repeat-edly, surging to new heights at each 
whipping. She saw herself swinging by her wrists and her tits 
bouncing as they got redder and redder. George shifted his angle 
of attack until he was 

whipping her almost straight on. Now he could use his skill to 
pick out the dark-red areolas and hard nipples. The whip would 
curl almost lazily around them, sink in a circle around the trem-
bling, hard bud, and then flick out again, sending ripples of pain 
through her entire tit. With no hurry at all, he whipped her tits, 
listening to the girl as she went demented with the pain. But 
somehow she clung t6 the desperate belief that she could not 
give in and suck his cock.
The agony surged higher until Cindy could hardly know where 
she was or what she was doing. In a haze she saw her beaten 
body, watched her tits rolling as the red lines grew into one 
crimson mass of whipped flesh. And still the leather came out of 
the darkness and lashed her.
"Aaaaghhh!" Cindy suddenly yelled. Her hips were beating out 
and back against the ladder. The agony was at a pitch that sent 
awful surges of some strange desire down into her pussy. "Oh 
yes, I'll suck you," she suddenly heard herself scream. "I'll suck 
your cock, I will, oh please let me suck your cock, please." 
And her body gave a great heave and stayed trembling against 
the ladder as the beating stopped.
"Ahhhhh, that's better, isn't it?" George asked.
But Cindy couldn't answer. Pain rolled all
over her body, from her whipped ass and pussy, her bent legs 
and bound arms, but most of all from her tits. And there was that 
dreadful something, a pulse of strange desire that throbbed to the 
beat of her body as she hung there, moaning softly.
Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see George standing in 
front of her. She didn't see the whip curled in his hand, or his 
cock as it stood out, harder and longer than ever. All she felt was 
the hard tip of his fucker as it brushed her lips once more, and 
this time it wasn't going away.
"Lick it", George ordered.
Trembling, but half unconscious in the raging sea of emotion 
that was her body, Cindy flicked her tongue out and licked it over 
the swollen purplish head of his cock. Strangely, it wasn't as bad 
as she thought it would be.
"Again," said George, "and don't stop this time."
Cindy let her tongue run out again and lick the cockhead. She 
licked again, tasting the drop of pre-cum liquid at the tip, and 
even that wasn't so bad. It was slightly salty, that was all. Then 
George slid the monstrous cockhead just between her lips and 
Cindy gave another moan of fear and expectation. The hard flesh 
of his cockhead forced her lips wide as it came in and she licked 
at it, running her tongue over the ribbed flesh of the underside. 
Instinctively her 

lips closed around the cockshaft, just beyond the cockhead, 
and she sucked gently, feeling his cock throb and leap in her 
mouth.
"That's not bad," said George. "You might do okay with some 
work, now suck it, baby, give me a good time, or your tits'll hurt 
again."
Cindy gave in. There was nothing she could do, and if she 
tried, there would be more of the agony. She let him slide the 
huge cockshaft in farther, inches more fucking into her mouth-
and still over half of his prick was outside her lips. Pain echoed 
around her body as he took her long hair and slowly pulled her 
head onto his cock, sinking deeper and deeper until the cockhead 
rested at the back of her throat and she was gagging slightly, 
gasping for air.
Slowly he let his cock slide back out, until the cocktip rested at 
her lips again. "Now you start learning how to please me," he said 
softly. "You've got the most beautiful face in the world to fuck, 
and I'm gonna fuck it whenever I want. And you'd better learn to 
be good, my little cunt."
Cindy gurgled as she tried to speak, but before she could 
gather herself, the cock was sliding back in again. Once more he 
pulled her in by the hair, until his cock was buried deep in her 
mouth and almost two thirds of the length was inside her lips. 
She struggled for air as she desperately sucked and licked at the 
cockmeat 
filling her mouth. George let his cock rest at the back of her 
mouth, just working it in and out, an inch or so at a time. Softly, 
his hands let go of her hair, but he had akeady forced her head 
back against the rungs of the ladder, so she couldn't move to 
release the pressure on her throat.
He held her there as his hands slipped down to her red, beaten 
tits. He leaned in harder on her as he took each of her nipples in 
his fingers and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger
The new agony burst out and surged over her helpless body. 
The world sank into a blur again as he twisted her nipples harder, 
fucking his cock into her throat as she writhed in pain on the 
ladder. Her screams were blocked before they got out, strangled 
by the massive cock in her mouth, working in and out, fucking 
deeper into her throat with each pass it made. Pain collected in 
her body and rose like a river, building against a dam that was 
sure to break. She heard George grunt with satisfaction, felt his 
cock throbbing in her mouth as she sucked and licked, trying to 
do what would please him most. His fingers pinched her nipples 
harder until she was weeping again, the agony in her tits meeting 
the strain in her arms and bpund legs. Her body rolled as his cock 
fucked faster, harder into her mouth. George leaned back, 
looking down at

his captive as he face fucked her.
"Oh yeah!" he shouted. "Suck my cock baby, suck it, suck it all 
down, ohhhh, yeahlih!"
George pulled on the chain, forcing his cock in harder as it 
throbbed and Cindy felt the first drops of new cum form on the 
end, at the tip of that little slit in the cockhead that would soon 
pour all his jism into her mouth. But, suddenly she didn't care 
anymore.
The rising pain had sparked off the feeling, that awful feeling 
that had stopped as he stopped whipping her. It spread, sending 
her hips beating back into the ladder. It was more and more 
difficult for Cindy to pretend that it wasn't an orgasm. She had 
never experienced one before tonight, but she didn't need to be 
told what it was. It melted the pain, sending it soaring through her 
body until vast shaking release broke over her with each twist of 
George's fingers on her nipples and each thrust of his cock into 
her mouth. She was beside herself as she sucked, harder and 
deeper, instinctively working to the pulse of George's rising 
orgasm.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh, fuck me!" George yelled. "Oh yeahhhh, I'm 
coming, you little cunt, I'm coming!" His cock speeded up, 
ramming into her mouth like a piston.
Cindy felt a wave come up and drown her, throwing her into a 
helpless river of lust as the first jet of cum shot into the back of 
her mouth. 
All the pain melted into a throbbing, uncontrollable orgasm. Her 
body shook as it beat against the ladder and cum squirted out of 
George's cock and filled her cheeks. It wasn't as bad as she had 
expected. In fact, there was something disgusting but wonderful 
about the sticky goo as it poured out, and she could feel George 
grabbing for her and yelling as he came. She swallowed to get rid 
of his cum, but something in her wanted to keep it, taste it, run it 
over her lips as she came, and the ladder creaked and moved 
under the combined lust of the two of them.
"Oh, shit, suck it baby, suck it," George moaned as drops of 
cum formed on Cindy's lips and her wicked little tongue flicked 
out and took them back into her mouth. The two of them held like 
that, George pumping his jism into Cindy's hot mouth, and Cindy 
coming endlessly as he rubbed her nipples and fucked her 
mouth.
Finally even George was done and Cindy licked at the last 
drops of cum as they slowly ran out of his cock slit. She couldn't 
see herself as the orgasm slowly faded and she sucked greedily 
at his cock, licking up every drop of cock cream until the waves of 
her come were almost done, just washingup to her conscious-
ness and fading again. She felt wonderful, tired, exhausted even-
but for the first time in her life, satisfied.

George slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, the softening 
weapon retreating as she moaned and sucked every last inch of 
it.
"Shit, kid," he said, "you were somethin' else."
He went behind her and she felt him undoing the ropes around 
her legs. Cindy was coming out of her daze. She was tied up. 
She had just sucked a man off. She had been whipped. Her 
ankles were free and George was undoing the rope that held her 
arms. They came loose and she held her hands over her whipped 
tits, staring at herself in the mirror. What had she done? How had 
she betrayed herself?
She slumped forward, falling to the floor as he undid the ropes 
holding her knees to the ladder and the new pain, of release and 
returning circulation, burst over her. She had allowed it to happen 
again, and she had come! Tears burst from her eyes as she 
thought of how disgusting she had been. She could never be 
saved now. She was beyond redemption, she was the slut 
George sald she was. But she rebelled agalnst that. She couldn't 
be that bad. There was a way out, there had to be. She sobbed in 
utter misery and drew her legs up to her body, moaning and 
crying on the floor.
Then a phone rang.
CHAPTER FIVE


Cindy hear George go over to the desk with the one remaining 
connected telephone on it. As she hugged her whipped tits on the 
floor and sobbed quietly, the phone's ringing stopped.
"Yeah?" she heard George say. "Fuckin' impatient, aren't you? 
Now you get here when
yeah, I know what a pain he is, but just shut the fucker up and 
he'll get everything he wants. Yeah, okay Bill, I understand. Yeah, 
of course, and bring some of the equipment, too. This is more fun 
that I thought it would be. Okay, see you."
Cindy heard him put the phone back down. It seemed that her 
torment wasn't over, there were going to be more people to 
witness her degradation. She sniffed and wept, unable to realize 
yet just how terrible it all was.
Then George was standing over her "Want something to eat?" 
he asked.
This was the last thing in Cindy's mind and she shook her 
head, staring up at him, wondering what he would do next. His 
cock was even now slightly hard a it bounced with each move-
ment he made, and it seemed to the terrified girl that his cock 
was getting harder as she watched it.
"Something to drink then?" asked George.

"Want to get the taste of cum out of your mouth?"
That was an idea Cindy hadn't thought of and she desperately 
wanted something to moisten her throat, but it was the way he 
said it that was wrong. She shook her head again.
"Oh well, suit yourself," said George. "In that case you can 
suck m hard again while I eat. I've got one more thing to do 
before they get here. Get your ass over here."
Cindy didn't have to be reminded of the whip. She scuttled over 
on her hands and knees to where he was laying out some food 
on the long reading table. The sight of cold chicken, rolls, fruit, 
cakes and many other delicacies set Cindy's mouth watering, and 
the bottles of wine and soft drinks that George laid out made her 
regret her stubbornness, but she was committed now.
George slumped into one of the soft chairs and turned it ninety 
degrees to the table. "Now suck me," he said, and picked up 
some chicken and began to make himself a sandwich.
Cindy hardly hesitated. The leather whip lay on the table by his 
hand and she remembered the pain if it all too well. Besides, she 
was damned anyway, she was nothing but a whore for giving in. 
And this was nothing new, she had done it before. Stifling another 
sob, she sank to her knees between his legs and slid her hand 
over the half-hard flesh of his cock. He grunted with pleasure 
and went on making his sandwich.
Cindy slid closer, kissing the inside of his thigh, feeling the 
hairs on the skin rub against her lips. There was an awful, 
dangerous excitement to it all and she found her breathing getting 
ragged as she slowly slid the tip of his cock between her lips 
once more. His cock stirred and instantly more blood pumped 
into it and the cockshaft hardened n her hand. With a low moan 
that she hoped George would think was terror, she licked over the 
swollen cockhead, remembering how it had been, thrust into her 
mouth, shooting cum. Her stomach was in knots as she ran her 
lips over the hardening prick flesh, feeling it grow under her 
caresses.
Cindy could still hardly believe she was doing this. Only a few 
hours before, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything so 
depraved, and now there were butterflies in her stomach as she 
felt the cock harden and fill her cheeks. She moaned and slid it 
farther into her mouth, feeling the prickhead work at the entrance 
of her throat. Feeling the best of his lust, she slowly sucked on 
the massive cocklance, surrendering herself to the domination it 
represented. She had to do it, she was forced to, it wasn't her 
fault. She felt her chest heaving as she filled her mouth with the 
solid cockmeat, sucking and working over the cockhead as she 
unconsciously found 

herself rubbing her thighs together to ease some of the longing 
inside her.
"Now pull right back and hold it, and just lick the tip," said 
George, not looking at her as he poured himself a glass of wine.
Cindy did it instantly, running her mouth back along the length 
of the prickshaft, holding the throbbing length in her hand and 
letting her tongue run over the huge meaty cockhead. It tasted of 
cum still, very slightly, and she remembered all that white goo he 
had pumped into her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue int6 the 
tiny slit where it all poured from and was rewarded with another 
grunt from her
master.
"Mmmmmnnnn," he said, almost absently. "Do that again, then 
swallow my prick right down your throat."
Cindy held the cock and licked into the piss slit again. Then, 
with desire rising in her like a dreadful tide that was going to 
drown her, she ran the rigid fucker into her muth and groaned as 
it came up against the resisting muscles of her throat. She 
pushed harder, knowing that she would be punished if she didn't 
do it right, and was rewarded with the cock sinking almost an inch 
more into her mouth.
"Yeahhhh," said George, taking a drink of wine and studying 
the four inches of his cock that still stuck out of Cindy's lips. "Get 
it all, 
kid, or I'll whip the shit outa you till you do."
Cindy groaned in utter terror and tried her best to take all the 
cock. She strained and pushed, but no more than another half 
inch would sink into her throat before she was gagging and 
pulling back, gasping for air. She clung to his cock, frightened as 
she tried not to be sick.
"Tut, tut," said George disapprovingly. "Not good enough. 
Want another try?"
Cindy was shaking with terror and she frantically nodded, still 
gasping for breath and unable to talk. She worked his cock over 
with her lips and tongue, then sank it again as far as she could, 
but her throat still rsisted and, try as she might, she just strangled 
on his cock until she had to give up and pull away, a fresh 
outburst of hysterics washing over her.
"Oh please, please, I'll try until I get it, I will George, honest, I 
will. Let me try again, please." And she reached for his cock 
again.
Without looking at her, he jerked her head up by the chaln 
around her neck.
"Whore," he said, as he reached for the remalns of his 
sandwich, "you gotta lot to learn." Casually he put the last of the 
sandwich in his mouth and chewed away as he reached for the 
wine, all the time holding Cindy by the chain. "But we got a lot of 
time to teach you, you little cunt. And next time I get into that ass 
of yours, I want an audience to appreciate how 

good I am at it. I mean, what use is it if you're the only one 
here? You aren't in a position to comment on my technique, are 
you?"
Frantically Cindy shook her head, her chest heaving as she 
wept.
"So for now," sald George, "just put my cock between those tits 
of yours and work it, so that you can get it in your mouth at the 
top of each stroke. Now do it."
To Cindy it sounded like a reprieve. She eased the top of her 
slip away from where it still somehow managed to partly cover 
her tits and slid his great big cock between them. She didn't need 
to be told that he wanted her to hold her swelling tit mounds 
together, tight on the cockshaft as she slid her whole body up and 
down slightly, watching the head of the cock as it slid out from 
between her whipped tit flesh. She let the cockhead work into her 
mouth as it came up, then let it retreat until it was hidden in the 
cleavage of her wonderful soft tit mounds. Again she felt his 
desire as he eased upward and she let his cock slide out of her 
cleavage and into her mouth. He took a piece of cake and slowly 
ate it as he watched her. She did as he wanted, letting him fuck 
her tits and mouth with long leisurely strokes.
"Now, I've got some friends corning in," said George, "and 
you're gonna be nice to all of them. But don't worry, we have one 
thing to 
do first. I'm gonna fuck all of your holes first, to prove they're all 
right. You do think that's good of me, don'tyou?"
Cindy couldn't even understand what he was talking about, but 
she nodded her head as soon as his cock was out of her mouth.
"So, as soon as I've finished this piece of cake, you're gonna 
bend over this table and I'm going to fuck your ass.'-
Cindy couldn't believe what she heard. More startled than 
afraid, she jerked her head up and stared at him.
"No, no," said George, "you get your head back down, slut." 
And he pushed her back.
But Cindy didn't even hear him. "You want to do what?" she 
screamed.
"Fuck your ass," said George with a grin, and he picked up the 
last piece of cake.
"But, but you can't do that, you can't," said Cindy, and the full 
horror burst in on her. He was talking about sticking his cock into 
her most private hole of all. Nobody could do that-that was, 
impossible, it was too dirty to even think about.
"Oh, I can," said George, "and I'm willing to bet that you love it, 
you depraved little cunt. I can't wait, you see, because most of 
my friends will want to fuck you, too. And I get to be first on all of 
them with you. So get that cute little ass of yours over the table 
and let's take a

look."
Cindy screamed in horror and tried to struggle to her feet. "Oh 
no, no!" she wept. "Please, not that, please, not that, George, 
please!"
George just laughed and grabbed her by her neck chain again. 
"Over the table, cunt," he said, and almost threw her forward, 
face down on the Formica top.
"No!" Cindy screamed. "No, don't make me, please, George, 
please! I'll even suck you off again, but not that, please." She 
struggled frantically as he slid over the table and leaned in on 
her, holding her by the neck.
"Now listen, whore," he said, softly. "You can make this easy 
on yourself, or real difficult, I don't care. You know how I love to 
whip sluts, and I'll have a field day this time. So don't make me 
tie you up, for your sake."
"Oh please, George, have mercy on me," Cindy wept, 
struggling for breath as she thought of the dreadful thing he 
wanted to do to her "I'll be good, I'll do anything else you want. 
Why don't you fuck me again? Why not my, my vagina? You can 
do that, George."
"Say cunt," said George, leaning in on her, his breath 
caressing her face. She smelled the wine and shuddered as the 
terror mounted.
"Cunt," she said, wondering at the awful word as she said it.
"Good. Now, will you make it easy, or
difficult?"
"Oh please, no," Cindy wept as she watched him take her neck 
chain and lash it to one of the feet of the table. She struggled but 
already he had rendered her helpless. The collar bit into the back 
of her neck and forced her face over the edge of the table top. 
She dared not to try to hit him with her fists. She was too terrified 
of what he would do then.
He walked behind the struggling girl. "Now, Cindy," he said 
softly, "let's be reasonable. You know I'm gonna get to fuck your 
ass one way or another, so why don't you beg me now, instead of 
when your ass and pussy are a mass of pain, and I might not 
even stop?"
Cindy burst into new floods of tears. "Oh please, George," she 
begged. "Please don't humiliate me like this. I was a virgin. 
Wasn't that enough?"
George just laughed. "Enough?" he echoed. "I never get 
enough, cunt, and neither will you when I've finished with you. 
Now, beg to have your ass fucked."
"Please, please, George, not  . aaagghhhh, oh God!" Cindy 
screamed as the whip cut across her ass. "Please, be nice, 
please, aaahhhhggggg, oh no, no, no, please!" Her legs kicked in 
the air and her arms thrashed around, but the neck chain held her 
far too tightly to get away.

"Now I'm gonna get real pissed in a moment," said George. 
"So this is your last chance."
Cindy screamed in agony as the whip slashed her ass and 
suddenly it was her mouth that took over again, begging while the 
rest of her struggled and wept at the terrible choice she had. "Oh 
yes, you can do it, George, you can do it!" her mouth babbled. 
And then, terrified of another whipping, she added: "You can fuck 
my ass, oh yes, George, you can fuck my ass!" She collapsed in 
a weeping heap over the table.
"Oh, good," said George. "It was getting a bit tedious giving 
you all this training."
Cindy sobbed as she saw him put the long whip onto the table 
beside her face. He ordered her to spread her legs, and, 
trembling with fear, she did so. Then she felt his hands running 
over her beaten ass. It was still red from the first time and the 
new raw red cuts just added to her pain. Something wet was 
being poured over her suffering ass cheeks and she gasped, 
wondering what it was.
"Relax," said George caustically. "It's just some oil, help to cool 
you down a bit. He chuckled and placed the small bottle where 
she could see it. Cindy stared fixedly at the bottle and the whip as 
he slowly ran his hands over her ass cheeks, spreading the oil as 
he went.
The oil soothed her whipped flesh and she




almost groaned with the soft pleasure that flooded into her. 
She bit her lip to stifle any sounds. She couldn't let him know he 
was pleasing her, particularly with what he was about to do.
Then she stiffened. She knew it was going to come, but had 
been hoping that somehow the moment would be infinitely 
postponed. George's fingers ran between the cheeks of her ass 
and touched her puckered asshole. Then Cindy couldn't stifle the 
moan and she struggled on the table. Nobody had ever touched 
her there, and the humiliation was awful.
"Oh, no," she moaned softly as one of the fingers slid into her 
asshole, just an inch or so, but taking the oil with it. Relentlessly it 
pushed on, and Cindy felt it come up against the resistance of 
her sphincter muscle.
"Now you just relax, or it will be the worst for you," said George 
softly as he pushed the finger farther, up beyond the tight ring of 
muscle and into the hotness of her ass.
Cindy gave a gasp and moaned, but she was too terrified to do 
anything else. She tried to relax her muscles. George chuckled 
as he took his finger out and Cindy moaned and pressed her face 
into the table, expecting another terrible whipping. Instead he 
poured more oil on her ass and spread it wider, then rolled most 
of it into the crack between her ass cheeks and started 

working it into her asshole. Slowly his finger went back in and 
Cindy tensed and moaned, not believing it as another one went 
in. Two of his fingers in her ass-it was terrible. He laughed softly 
as he ran them up and back, spreading the oil over her ass wall, 
lubricating it for his
cock.
"I think that's enough," he said.
Cindy moaned as she felt the first pressure of his stiff prick 
against her asshole. She couldn't believe he would get his prick 
up there, it was so tight, but he shoved and the cockhead slipped 
in, sending waves of pain shooting over Cindy's unprepared body.
"Oh, no!" she wept.
He gave another heave and his cock rammed into her tight ass 
ring and stopped there as the pain spread and Cindy gripped the 
top of the table in her agony.
"Now, relax," he said cheerfully.
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to pretend he wasn't there. But 
then she screamed in pain as he forced his massive cockhead 
up, beyond her ass muscles and into the passage. Now there 
was nothing to stop him and he rammed his fucker in, farther and 
farther, until his thighs slapped against her ass.
"Yeahhhh," he said. "Now isn't that great?"
Cindy gave another gasp and sobbed, gripping the edge of the 
reading table as the pain 
soared through her body. Her tits were pressed flat on the 
Formica and the pressure on her beaten nipples only added to 
her agony. Slowly, George withdrew his cock until only the cock-
head was inside her ass. He fucked slowly in and out, less than 
an inch, while his victim wept and struggled on the table. Then he 
fucked in again and Cindy gave another moan. His massive prick 
seemed to burst her ass guts apart as he fucked in and the pain 
shot into her stomach and chest. George slid out again and 
rammed in, throwing Cindy high onto the table, pressing down on 
her back to bring her back down.
Cindy gasped and wept as he started fucking her ass with long 
cock strokes, slapping against her ass cheeks at the end of each 
one, the oil coating his prick as he rammed her ass harder and 
faster. He had already come twice, and Cindy was sure she had 
heard that men couldn't, well, come as fast after the first or 
second time. So she was in for a long, degrading time, half 
choking as she was ass fucked over the table where people 
studied during the day. She would have to resign on Tuesday, of 
course-she could never look at this toom again without 
shuddering.
George was fucking her ass faster and faster, grunting as he 
heaved her body up. His cock was now sliding right out of her ass 
and fucking back in again. There was no resistance left 

in Cindy's muscles and her helpless body let him do as he 
wanted. Each ramming fuck thrust stretched her tight ass walls 
and she moaned and struggled. But, to her terror and disgust, 
she could feel those same sensations rising in her again as his 
brutal fucking went on. The rasping of his huge prick along her 
ass ring was inflaming her fuck lust, something she had never 
even known she had befo?e. As his hips bounced into her ass 
cheeks, the sensations swept over her, making her giddy.
But she wasn't going to give in, she was not going to let him 
make her come as he fucked her ass. Cindy bit her lip, clutched 
at her face, digging her nails in to take away from the rising 
power of the orgasm. But that wasn't enough. Even the pain of 
her nails as they dug into her cheeks couldn't stop the pounding 
of the lust as it rose. She gasped, banged her head on the table 
top, shouted and tried to think of something to distract her from 
the dreadful, unspeakable fact that she was going to come.
Fortunately for her, or so she thought, George was now so 
gone he didn't notice anything she was doing. His cock heaved 
and throbbed in her ass as he rammed and fucked like a wild 
man, yelling and cursing as the cum surged in his balls and 
started to shoot out.
"Oh yeahhhh, you cunt, oh, yeahhh!" he shouted, "I'm coming 
up your ass, cunt, right 
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up your ass, oh yeahhhh!" And his cock jumped as it squirted 
hot jism high into her ass guts.
Cindy moaned and beat at the table top, desperately trying not 
to come as George yelled and his hips beat at her ass as he 
fucked her deeper and harder, cum coating the sore walls of her 
ass and spreading down with each frantic thrust he made until 
Cindy felt his cum oozing out of her ass and dripping down to her 
stocking tops. George was incredible. On and on his cock 
pumped, jism spouting until finally he fell across her and slowly 
let himself down, his whole weight falling across the helpless 
librarian.
"Shit," he said. "Now wasn't that great?"
Cindy moaned. She had managed not to come, but at the most 
desperate price to herself. She wanted to grab for his cock with 
her ass, hold it there until it had satisfied her. But she couldn't, 
she couldn't confess to being such a whore as that. She held 
onto the desk top as she did her best not to move and betray 
herself.
George chuckled. "I know what you did, my little slut," he said. 
"But I'll get you, you just wait. I've got your number, baby. and I 
know just how to use it."
Cindy moaned. She felt worse than she had ever felt, even at 
the height of the whippings.

Slowly George slid his cock out of her ass and Cindy found her 
muscles twitching and grabbing for the last inches of it however 
hard she tried not to. Then, with a low chuckle, he walked around 
the table and came up to her head, still trapped against fhe table 
by the chain and collar. His prick was inches from her face and 
she could see the goo and cum streaked down the length of the 
cockshaft. The rank smell of spunk and the oil and her ass juices 
assailed her nostrils and she gave a moan of horror as he 
brought his slimy cock closer to her lips. His cock still bounced as 
it came down, softening slowly, but still enormous.
"Lick it clean," he ordered.
Cindy shook in disgust. Lick his cock when it had been up her 
ass? She would be sick, vomit all over the fidor. She shook her 
head and tried to hide.
"I said, lick it clean," said George menacingly. "I'll double any 
pain you have if you disobey me now."
Cindy stared and felt the vomit rise in her throat. She would 
have to do it, but she would be sick and he would punish her for 
that, she was sure. The cock came closer and the cockhead 
rested against her red lips. With a 
shudder of disgust, Cindy stuck out her tongue and flicked a 
drop of cum from the cocktip where it quivered in the dim light.
"Good," said George. "Now the rest of it, so it will be as clean 
as when I stuck it up your ass when you've finished."
Cindy licked at the prickhead again and more cum came off 
and into her mouth, where she swallowed it as fast as she could. 
The next licking had some of the oil and she was sure some of 
her ass juices on it, and she swallowed that really fast. 
Desperately, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what 
might be on the full length of his cock-perhaps some of her shit-
and she couldn't face the possibility of licking that off.
She felt George slide his cock fully into her mouth and her 
saliva glands worked overtime to take up all the cum and fuck 
slime that were on the cockshaft. Licking frantically, with her eyes 
tightly shut, Cindy sucked it down, cleaning the cock until George 
was satisfied she had got it all.
"Mmmmmnn," he said, "that feels good. You've done well, my 
little slave. Would you like a drink of wine now?"
Cindy had learned her lesson. She bobbed her head willingly, 
sucking on his cock as it still filled her mouth.
"Good," said George, "because we're going

to be here quite a long time, and I wouldn't want you to die of 
thirst. How about something to eat?"
Desperately Cindy bobbed her head again and George 
chuckled in his nasty way and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Now you stay just where you are," he said, "and I'll be right 
back."
Cindy watched him as he went around the table and began 
making her a sandwich. There was nothing she could do. He was 
too near for her to reach down and undo the chain that held her to 
the leg of the table, and if she crawled forward to lean down 
farther, he would spot it at once and she knew what would 
happen then. So she had to wait as he put some food on a plate 
and came back around to her. She thought he would let her up, 
but he was forcing her humiliation deeper into her. He took the 
wine glass and held it to her lips, tilting it until she could take a 
sip. He did it until she told him she'd had enough, and then he put 
it on the table beside her.
With his captive still bound by the neck, George took the 
sandwich and gave her a bite. He stayed right there as Cindy 
chewed and swallowed the chicken and bread that suddenly 
tasted wonderful to her. He had fed her half of the food, and she 
was just feeling the warming effects of the wine.
Suddenly the door crashed open and most of the lights went 
on. For a split second Cindy thought somebody had come to her 
rescue.
"Turn the fucking light out," George snapped. "I like it dark in 
here."
"You're such a fuckin' drag sometimes, George," said a man's 
voice. But the lights went out, leaving only the light that shone on 
the ladder Cindy had been tied to. "Well, how's it been going?"
Cindy heard footsteps crossing the floor. She craned her neck 
up and managed to see that there were too men and two women, 
though she couldn't get her face high enough to see who they 
were.
George stuffed the last of the sandwich into Cindy's mouth. 
She didn't want it any longer, but she knew better than to spit it 
out. Mechanically, she chewed on it as she watched the legs of 
the people coming over to her.
Then she heard a voice she knew.
"Ohhhhh, shit, she's fucking great. Can I fuck her, huh? Can I 
fuck her?"
It was Arnie the janitor. He was a big slob of a man, with a beer 
belly and a leering look that she had caught occasionally as he 
pretended to ignore her.
"In a minute, Arnie," said George. "Let me introduce everybody 
first."
"Oh, come on," said Arnie. "I gotcha in

here, guys, so I get to fuck her."
Cindy could hear the pathetic longing in his voice and she 
knew he was staring at her helpless and nearly naked body. The 
thought of being fucked by such a disgusting man as Arnie sent 
shivers running through her, but somehow even with that there 
was a hint of the desperate passion she had felt when Qeorge 
was fucking her ass.
"You're such an impatient fucker," said George. "Okay then, I 
suppose we can do the introductions while you're having your fun. 
But no funny stuff, got that?"
"Ohhh, okay, George," said Arnie breathlessly, and he hurried 
around to Cindy's ass where it was bent over the table.
Cindy gave a scream and spat her food out onto the floor. "Not 
him!" she yelled. "No, George, not him, please, anybody but him." 
She struggled on the table, but the chain and collar held.
"What the fuck's wrong with me?" Arnie demanded and Cindy 
yelled as he slapped her sore ass cheeks with his huge hand.
"Cut it out, Arnie," said George menacingly. "I told you, no 
funny stuff. Now just get on and fuck her. She screams like that 
when anybody goes near her. She isn't trained yet."
"Fuck," said Arnie sullenly. "Okay, but I'm gonna fuck her 
brains out, got that?" 
One of the women who had come in giggled, and Cindy could 
hear the strange desperation in Arnie S voice. He wanted to be 
part of the gang and he wasn't. Cindy moaned as she felt him rub 
his pants across her ass, and the bulge of his cock thrust at her 
flesh.
"Feel that, cunt?" he asked. "You're gonna get that right up 
your cunt in- a minute."
Cindy didn't answer him. She was craning her neck, trying to 
see George. She heard Arnie unzip his pants and she kicked out 
at him, her high heel catching him on his shin.
"You cunt!" he roared, and Cindy heard his boots as he 
hopped over the floor, dutching his leg. "Hey, let me beat the shit 
outa her, George, c'mon."
"I told you," said George, "you don't know how to whip the 
cream off a custard. Takes technique, Arnie, and you haven't got 
it. All you do is raise bruises, and I don't want my slave ruined for 
later. Now get on with it and fuck her or get out of here."
Arnie muttered to himself and came back to Cindy. Now that 
she knew that she wouldn't be punished for kicking, Cindy made 
things as difficult as she could for him. Her feet lashed out in all 
directions and caught him again, more than once. Arnie yelled 
and cursed at her, but she kept on kicking as fast as she could 
until she was breathing heavily and holding onto the 

edges of the table for support. But, in the end he was going to 
get what he wanted. She was bound and he wasn't, and he was 
more than twice Cindy's weight. He finally pushed between her 
legs and held them, pushing down on her thighs as he shoved 
against her ass. Cindy could hear the others in the room laughing 
at the spectacle, and she felt a surge f fury at the crude treatment 
she was getting.
"You, you, fucker, George!" she screamed. "You, fucker!" She 
stopped, surprised at herself for using such a terrible word, but 
the next thing she felt was the tip of Arnie's cock at the entrance 
to her pussy. "No!" She bucked her ass upwards, but he 
managed to get his prick inside.
"Go, Arnie, ride her!" shouted one of the girls with a giggle.
Cindy yelled as Arnie fucked his cock in farther. His prick slid 
easily on the pussy juices that had lubricated it. He gave a shot of 
triumph as his cock rammed in balls-deep, and then he started 
fucking Cindy like a wild man.
Cindy knew he wouldn't last very long. Arnie was fucking the 
best thing he had ever had and his cock was about ready to 
explode. Cindy groaned as he shoved her body into the table, but 
there was already a surge of disappointment in her. After 
George's cock, this one was small, hardly filling her pussy at all. 
In fact Arnie was 
a really bad fucker, ramming in and out and barely filling 
Cindy's suddenly throbbing cunt.
George came up to her head with the rest of the party. He 
reached down and pulled the chain free of the leg of the table and 
pulled Cindy's head up. For the first time she got a good look at 
the other man and the two women. Arnie was still ramming her 
body into the table and George kept a very firm grip on the chain.
"This is Bill," said George, indicating a slim, tall man who stood 
to one side, watching it all with a strange detachment. "We take 
turns in training our slaves. So this is Eve, who he trained." He 
pointed to the first of the girls.
Cindy couldn't see that much in the light, and it was made 
worse by Arnie still fucking away at her cunt. She was actually 
not feeling that much at all from the fucking, just a sense that a 
round shaft was being pushed into her cunt faster and faster. 
However, she could make out Eve fairly well. She was a blonde, 
with flowing hair below her shoulders and a wide, sensuous 
mouth, high cheekbones and a face that was beautiful. She had a 
sultry apearance.
"And this is Paula," said George, pointing to the other girl.
Paula was darker, with a foxy face that somehow retained its 
innocence as she grinned at the sight of Cindy getting fucked.
"Hi," said Paula, and she slid her short dress

up her thighs, rubbing her cunt as if impatient to get on with it.
Cindy didn't answer. She had nothing to do with sluts like these 
two who would stand and watch a woman being abused like this.
But they wouldn't have to stand there for long. Arnie was 
coming. Cindy could feel his beer belly slap against her ass as he 
fucked in and out, and he yelled as his cock spasmed.
"Ohhhh yeahhh, oh fuck, I'm shooting, oh feel that cum, baby, 
feel that cum!" he bellowed as he shot the first jet of jizz into her 
cunt. "Oh, take it, fuck meat!" And his cock shot more jism and 
he moaned and subsided against her ass.
Cindy glared at George. She couldn't say what was on her 
mind. If she was going to be degraded and fucked, then it should 
be by somebody who knew what they were doing, not a wimp like 
Arnie. The stirrings of lust she had started with were gone 
completely, and she was cold and disgusted. Arnie' 5 cock was 
going down so fast she hardly knew it had been there. His limp 
prick plopped out of her cunt and a thin stream of cum ran down 
her thighs.
Bill slowly walked around the table. He picked up a wine glass 
and surveyed Cindy's ass and legs as she lay there, silent, 
resentful. He pulled Arnie out of the way and the janitor collapsed 
in a seat and looked vacantly at them 
all.
"Arnie," said Bill as he ran his hands over Cindy's ass cheeks. 
"You gotta learn what league you play in." He didn't elaborate and 
Arnie stared at him as if he hadn't understood the statement. 
"Take her away and wash her."
Instantly George gave a laugh and handed the chain to Eve. 
"And hurry up," he said. "We know what you're like when you get 
three women together."
"Yes, sir," said Eve, almost mockingly, and she ran her hands 
over the hard shaft of his cock. "You promised me," she said. "I 
was very naughty today."
"You'll get yours," George said softly.
Eve grinned and purred as she leaned in and kissed his neck, 
pushing her swelling tits in their thin blouse into his chest.
"Now get her washed up," said George.
As Cindy was dragged across the floor, she heard George and 
Bill laughing about something as they settled down, ignored Arnie 
and started to eat.
"Come on, you shit," said Paula, pushing Cindy through the 
door and back down the corridor to the bathroom.
"Now wash your cunt out," said Eve as they got inside. She 
pushed Cindy to the bowl and watched her get on with it.
As Cindy miserably took a face cloth and

started to wash the cum from her legs, she realized she had to 
go to the toilet. "Please," she whispered.
"Yeah?" said Eve.
"I want to, to
"Take a piss?" said Paula coarsely.
Cindy nodded.
"Well, get on with it,",said Eve. "It'll get some of that cum out. 
Why the hell bother with Arnie, I don't know."
Cindy stared in horror as she realized she would have to take a 
piss with the two girls standing there. She was too scared to 
protest. "I don't think I really have to," she said quietly.
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid," said Eve. "You just got your ass 
fucked. Now get on with it, because I wouldn't like to be in your 
shoes if you piss back in there."
Cindy went into one of the stalls and they let her close the 
door.
"They stay with Arnie," said Paula, "because he's so useful. 
Hell, he gets them into any building they want, practically."
"Yeah," said Eve, "but we're the ones who have to fuck him to 
pay for it. Shit, that fucker turns me off like a fuckin' hydrant."
Paula giggled. "It's her turn now," she said. "She's payin' now."
The two of them were still giggling as Cindy flushed the toilet 
and came out. They made her 
clean herself completely. Then there was a further humiliation. 
Paula checked Cindy out, running her hands over her thighs, 
checking and pulling her stockings straight, cleaning off the cum 
that was clinging to the tops of them. Then, as Cindy gasped and 
tried to get away, Paula ran a finger into Cindy's cunt and 
checked it for any remaining cum. It passed her inspection and 
she took the chain again, and the two of them dragged the 
helpless librarian back into the main room.
George remained in his chair as they came in, and Arnie 
glared balefully at them as he sat, his cock drooping over the 
front of his pants.
Bill swnng to his feet. "Bring her here," he said.
Cindy trembled even more at his voice than she had at 
George's. He indicated the pool of light by the ladder, and Eve 
and Paula took her there and left her, standing, shaking from 
head to toe as Bill casually walked around her, sipping his wine 
all the time.
"Now," he said, "let's take a look at you."

CHAPTER SEVEN


Standing there in her slip and stockings. Cindy trembled. Her 
legs shook as he slowly came back to face her, and the knots of 
fear in her stomach got horribly worse. But there was something 
else, and Cindy was even more terrified and ashamed of that. 
The excitement was rising in her, the dreadful seething 
excitement that told her she was at the hands of a man who knew 
what he was doing. She could feel her pussy getting wet as he 
surveyed her with that ice-like calm.
"Take the top of that slip away and show me your tits," he said 
with the same deadly quiet.
Cindy's hands shook as they performed the simple task of 
spreading the top of her slip and letting him see her swelling, red-
lined tits.
"Play with them," Bill said, watching Cindy gasp at the new 
humiliation being heaped on her.
"What?" Cindy whispered.
She glanced behind her and her horror grew. Arnie was sitting 
in his chair, slowly running his hand up and down his cock as he 
stared at her. His prick was already getting hard again, and Cindy 
was sure it would be her he demanded to fuck with it. And then 
Paula was on her knees between George's feet, her hot mouth 
running 
up and down the length of his hard prick. She held the 
cockshaft and was murmuring contentedly as she licked and 
sucked. George lay back in the chair, not really taking much 
notice of Cindy anymore. He was too involved with Eve as the 
two of them kissed and ran their hands over each other's body. 
George had Eve's tits out of her blouse and was rubbing her nip-
ples as she ran her wanton lips down his neck and whispered to 
him.
"I said, play with them," said Bill. "Take your tits and do what 
you do when you want to give yourself a good time." He stared 
and took another drink of his wine.
"I . . .1 don't do things like that," said Cindy defiantly.
"Now you do," said Bill and he came up to her, putting his wine 
down on a step of the ladder.
Somehow that very movement made Cindy understand what 
was going to happen to her. He came closer and took Cindy's 
sQre nipple in his fingers and rolled the flesh, slowly, softly. His 
eyes looked deep into hers and Cindy found the terrible 
sensations she was having get stronger. She moaned as Bill 
gently squeezed her nipples.
"Now you do whatever I tell you to do," said Bill. "You see," he 
went on, his eyes boring into Cindy and sending quivers of 
terrible anticipa

tion through her, "George and I share our slaves, but each one 
belongs to just one of us in the end. Eve is his and Paula's mine, 
but, as you see, we share. So he traded with me. He would get 
first shot at you, and I would do the rest. I'm training you now, 
slut. I'm training you to be a nice, obedient slave. And you will 
be."
Cindy's body shook as his skillful hands tightened slowly on 
her nipples and waves of pain came out, spreading into her chest 
and making breathing difficult. In an agony of shame she felt the 
lust rising in her body.
"You see, we know you," said Bill, and his fingers tightened 
another notch on her nipples. "Look at your tits. Most sluts give in 
at the sight of the whip, and you, fuck, you got whipped to hell 
and bck and I bet you came, eh?" He gave her tits a hard, tight 
twist.
Cindy almost passed out as she shivered and her knees 
buckled. She moaned and again she heard laughter from behind 
her. Her whole body raged with a fire now, anticipation, fear, lust-
all of them surged, making her vision cloud and her breath get 
shorter.
"Now play with your tits," said Bill.
Cindy slowly raised her hands to her swelling tits and lifted 
them higher as she held them. Bill stepped back and took up his 
wine again Cindy would have thought he was utterly indif
ferent to what she was doing, if it hadn't been for the huge 
cock bulge in the front of his pants as he watched her.
Cindy lifted her tits and squeezed them gently, playing her 
hands over the whipped flesh and feeling it respond instantly. 
Pinpricks of new lust went out to send the conflict in her ven 
higher. She put her own fingers on her nipples, where Bill's had 
been so recently, and moaned as she felt herself responding. 
She could see herself in the full-length mirror as she lifted and 
squeezed her beautiful mounds of tit flesh, and that added an 
extra tinge of hell to her predicament.
She remembered the thousands of times she had watched 
herself in that mirror. The many times she had posed, when she 
knew nobody would be watching. Just tonight she had admired 
her wonderful body there and now she was being forced to play 
with her own tits while people looked on. She caressed her tit 
flesh, feeling the rising fuck lust taking her body over as she 
stared at Bill like a rabbit before a snake.
Pain flared out of her ass cheeks and Cindy woke up very fast 
as she screamed and jumped around to face Bill. He held a slim 
cane in his hand. It was about four feet long and the end still 
trembled from when it had lashed across Cindy's taut ass.
"Let me explain some of the mistakes you

just made," said Bill, in that same level voice. Cindy trembled 
and got up enough courage
to glance downwards. His cock bulge seemed to have grown. 
"First of all, did I give you permission to look around?"
"N-no," said Cindy, shaking her head as new tears started up 
in her eyes. He was so cruel, so implacable, and she was so 
helpless. Her hands still held her trembling tits, but they weren't 
caressing them any longer.
"So, bend down and touch your toes," said Bill.
Cindy gave a moan of helplessness. She knew what he was 
going to do and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And, as 
that realization hit her, the excitement climbed once more and 
she almost choked as her chest heaved. Slowly she bent at the 
waist. As a schoolgirl she had been proud of her ability to do this 
effortlessly, and it was with a pang of the same pride that she 
realized she still could. She could touch her toes and keep the 
backs of her knees straight.
Then the agony burst out of her ass again as the crack of the 
wood on her flesh echoed off the walls. Cindy gave a piercing 
scream and almost fell forward onto the floor.
"Stand up!" Bill snapped.
Cindy struggled back upright, the agony spreading from her 
ass and making her cry once more, but also making her warm 
and trembly 
all over. She choked and looked at her tormentor. Cindy stared 
and sobbed as she realized the game he was playing. She lifted 
her hands back to her tits, but she was too slow. The cane 
cracked across her nipples.
"You stopped playing with your tits, didn't you?" Bill asked as 
Cindy almost doubled up, clutching her tits and sobbing with the 
pain.
"Y-yes," Cindy wept as more of the pain rose to consume her.
"So, bend over."
Cindy gave a scream, a strange scream of fear and lust that 
choked out of her throat like a last gasp of desperation. With her 
mind in an utter whirl of terror, she slid her hands down her legs 
until they held her ankles and waited, trembling from head to toe.
The pain shot through her ass again and she screamed, 
feeling her body rock forward on her high heels. The whirling in 
her head increased until she couldn't think any longer and all 
there was in her life was pain and rising lust.
"Stand up," said Bill.
And, again, the sobbing librarian straightened up and looked at 
him through eyes half misted with tears. She fondled her - tits as 
she stood there, desperate to avoid giving him any more reason 
to whip her.
"And your stocking seams are crooked," said Bill.

Cindy groaned and, without a word, she slid her hands back 
down her legs until she held her ankles again and waited, feeling 
more helpless than she had ever felt in her life before.
"Both stocking seams are out of line," said Bill.
Cindy screamed. Her ass trembled, and the beaten ass flesh 
waited for more. The terrible pain burst out from highe? on her 
stretched ass cheeks than the flrst time. Cindy rocked forward as 
she yelled in agony and another terrible cut from the cane 
slashed across her asscheeks. Her knees gave way and she fell 
to the floor, clutching her ass and rubbing the beaten flesh as she 
moaned and wept.
"Get up," said Bill nastily. He waited while the terrified, weeping 
and shaking woman crawled back to her feet and once more 
stood to face him. Her hands were back, still rubbing her ass as 
tears ran down her cheeks. "What should you be doing?"
Cindy gave a gasp of fear and tried to get her hands back to 
her tits, but the cane got there first, as usual. In the mirror, she 
saw her tits bounce down and then up with the force of the blow 
and the pain thrashed through her flesh like a tornado let loose in 
her guts.
"Aaaaagghhhh! Oh, God!" she sobbed as she fell to her knees 
again, clutching at her tits.
"Get up!" Bill snapped, and the cane lashed
across Cindy's ass.
Cindy's scream echoed from the lines of books, but she 
couldn't get up. She fell forward onto her hands and knees as the 
cane let loose rivers of lust and pain in her. She couldn't hear Bill 
any longer. She was just a mewling, weeping mess of flesh, 
utterly helpless before him.
"I said, get up!" snapped Bill, and the cane bit into Cindy's hot 
ass flesh again.
Cindy screamed and she sank farther, falling to her elbows, 
her ass sticking up in the air, the perfect target for the cane. Bill 
slashed it and Cindy sobbed and fell to her face, her arms 
stretched out, scratching at the wooden floor boards as she 
screamed and wept and her ass circled, waiting for the agony she 
knew was coming.
"So, that's the kind of whore you are, eh?" said Bill.
He lashed her again, sending the crouching woman several 
inches across the floor with the force of the blow. Cindy's 
screams became continuous as she struggled on the floor. Bill 
slashed her ass again and Cindy tightened into a ball, giving him 
an even better shot at the taut flesh of her rounded ass cheeks. 
He laid into her, the cane lashing a line of red pain and then 
pulling back for the next one, just above the one before, until he 
had reached the top of her ass. Then he whipped down again, 
llne by agonizing line,

hearing the girl scream extra loud at each cut. But she made 
no attempt at all to get up. She
clung there, insane with the feeling crashing and multiplying in 
her with every cut of the thin cane. Bill stood over her, whipping 
into her, slice by slice, timing his cuts to slash into her flesh at the 
peak of each swaying bounce of her
ass.
Cindy was unconcsious of almost everything by now. She 
didn't know that her ass would pulse down as the cane landed 
across it. She didn't hear Bill telling her to get up as he whipped 
her each time. She didn't know her ass would then reach up, 
higher and higher until the slash of the cane sent it flying down 
again.
All she knew was a sea of pain and lust that crashed over her, 
sending her screaming at the top of her lungs as the pain crashed 
to a peak. And suddenly each lashing was giving her an orgasm 
of such intensity they were blended in-to one almost immediately. 
She didn't hear Bill calling her a whore as she screamed, and her 
body pulsed with the release of the climax that had been building 
for so long. She didn't see Arnie rubbing his cock like crazy as he 
watched and drooled at the sight, his cock hard and ready to 
shoot again. She didn't see George watching her as Paula fucked 
up and down on his cock and he pinched her nipples, sending her 
moaning and heaving back against him. Cindy didn't 
see Eve as she sucked and licked at the two of them and 
rubbed her own throbbing, wanton pussy.
Cindy missed it all as she came on the floor, bunched tight, her 
ass waving, begging for the pain as each slash of the whip sent 
her climax higher. Her ass was one mass of red, whipped flesh. 
Suddenly she shook out of control, her ass pulsed and rose, and 
Cindy was stretching upward, somehow pushing her face off the 
floor with her hands, her knees straightening. Her ass was 
sticking up as she screamed and held there-on her fingertips and 
her toes-while Bill lashed her ass five more times. Then, with a 
piercing screech of satisfaction, Cindy fell back to the floor and 
collapsed in a sobbing heap, her ass still slowly pulsing and 
juices flowing from her pussy onto the wooden floor. She was 
semi-delirious as the come faded and she started to fall into a 
deep pit of silence, but Bill wouldn't allow her to go yet.
Suddenly her hair was grabbed and Bill hauled her upright by 
it.
"You fucking slut," he whispered in her ear. "You fucking, cock-
sucking, ass-lickin' cunt. Look what you made Arnie do."
For a second Cindy couldn't understand, and then she saw. 
Arnie was groaning as cum bubbled out of the tip of his cock and 
ran down over his hands and cockshaft as he looked

vacantly at the beaten girl and her master,
"He shot his load just watching you, whore," said Bill. "I've 
never seen such a disgusting display of sheer, fucking 
nymphomania in my life. You're like a bitch in heat, you cunt. 
Now lick up your pussy juices that got all over the floor."
He flung Cindy back dow and she shuffled across to where a 
pool of her cunt juice was on the wooden boards. If she had been 
conscious of what she was doing, she would have been horrified, 
but there was only a pounding in her head and she couldn't think 
of anything except the last command she had been given. She 
bent down and licked at her pussy juices. She lapped the pool up, 
dimly hearing George and Paula yelling as they came in the 
chair. Her eyes glazed with lust, she looked up as her tongue 
cleaned the last of her cunt juice from the floor and saw Eve 
licking up George's cum as it oozed out of Paula's cunt with each 
heave of her cunt up and down on his cum-spurting fucker.
Bill grabbed Cindy's hair again and pulled her back until she 
was staring up into his eyes. "You little shit," he whispered. "You 
made everybody else come but me. You'll pay for that, whore!" 
He tossed her back downwards.
Cindy fell back to the floor, and this time the dark pit of silence 
engulfed her instantly. 
CHAPTER EIGHT


Slowly, Cindy came back to life. She was breathing heavily, 
still on the floor, and the smell of the wood filled her nostrils. She 
moaned and rolled onto her back, wincing as her whipped ass 
came in contact with the hard boards. She ran her hands over her 
tits, holding them, marveling that they weren't more painful after 
all they had been through. Dimly she remembered her shame, 
coming on the floor, her ass begging for the whip as Bill slashed 
her naked flesh. That hadn't been her. It couldn't have been! She 
stared at the rows of books above her, wondering at her terrible 
behavior.
Then she heard the rest of them. They were over by the food 
on the long table, laughing and chatting as they ate. Even Arnie 
was there, but concentrating on his food, not looking up at the 
others.
"Ah, ha," said George suddenly. "Our sexy librarian is awake. 
Want some food, cunt? You need it after your last performance." 
He turned to the other two girls. "I ain't seen one of you go that 
crazy when we whip the shit outa you." He laughed. "Another few 
days and we won't be able to hold her back." And he laughed 
again. "Go get her-"
Sulkily the two girls got up and came over to

Cindy as she lay on the floor. She tried to pull her torn slip up 
to cover her tits, but it wouldn't stay there. And it certainly 
wouldn't do more than just cover her red ass cheeks and 
trembling
pussy.
"Get up bitch!" Eve snarled as she stood above Cindy, her legs 
spread.
She no longer had her hot pants on, just a pair of low boots 
and her tiny top that thrust her high tits up. Cindy could see up to 
where cum glistened over the hair of her pussy lips.
Cindy wasted no time in scrambling to her feet, and Paula 
grabbed her chain as she swayed in front of them. Paula still had 
her skirt and blouse on, though she had lost her panties and her 
blouse was open to the waist. She pulled on Cindy's chain and 
forced her to follow them over to the long table.
Bill looked on from his chair and gave a slow smile. He was the 
only one of the four still fully dressed, and Cindy could see that 
the cock bulge in the front of his pants had got even bigger and 
more menacing.
"You wanna eat?" asked George.
"Y-yes, please," said Cindy, staring at the food that now looked 
so good.
"Well, we'll see if you're a good enough girl to eat," said 
George.
Cindy gasped and hung her head. The idea of putting Arnie's 
horrible cock in her mouth 
disgusted her all over again, but at least she had done it before 
to George, so it wouldn't be too bad.
Arnie looked like the cat that got the cream as Cindy slowly 
came over to him. He turned in his chair and spread his legs. He 
was cramming a sandwich into his mouth and taking large gulps 
of the wine as he did so. He belched and grinned at her. "Get on 
with it," he said, pointing to his cock.
Cindy looked at his prick. It was flabby and hung between his 
legs like a soft sausage. But, even as she looked at it, she saw 
his cock tremble and lurch. As she sank to her knees between his 
legs, she watched his cock rising upward. It gave her a strange 
pang of excitement. She could make a man get hard just by 
looking at his cock. She could bring him off too, she was sure of 
that. She had some strange power. Men wanted her. She leaned 
forward and took Arnie's cock in her fingers, running it through 
them, squeezing the cockhead gently, cupping his balls, feeling 
the flaccid cockmeat slowly growing hard. She moaned slightly as 
she flicked her lips over the flesh and heard Arnie gasp as his 
prick swelled and stiffened. Cindy closed her eyes and slid the 
cocktip into her mouth and played her tongue over the trembling 
surface, holding the rapidly hardening prickshaft in her hands.
Arnie leaned back in his chair and grinned.

"Fuck," he said, "she sucks like a real one."
"Yeah, sure, Arnie," said George. "You wait till she's properly 
trained. And you can have her then f you play right by us."
"Oh, you bet, George," said Arnie breathlessly. "Anything you 
guys want." He went back to his sandwich and reached down for 
Cindy's head.
Cindy now had his cock Yight in her mouth and was sucking 
gently on it as she played with his hairy balls. Then his hand 
pushed her farther onto his hard cockmeat and she gagged and 
tried to pull away. Her throat constricted and she felt vomit rising 
from her stomach. She gasped for air, still holding onto his 
throbbing cockshaft.
"Suck it right down, bitch," snarled Arnie, and he reached for 
her head again.
"Sorry, sorry," Cindy sobbed, terrified of another whipping. 
"Just give me a moment, just a moment." She took great gasps 
of air and tried to get her breathing and throat back under control.
"Shit," said Eve. She came over and took Cindy's chain again. 
"I'll show you what to do, cunt. Now suck it! It's not that big, and 
you'd better learn sometime."
Cindy felt Eve pull on her chain and slowly force her mouth 
back over Arnie's hard cock. The sour taste of her vomit was still 
in her throat 
and she desperately needed something to clean it out with. 
Instinctively, she took his prick in her hands again and started to 
suck, running her tongue over the hard surface, feeling the 
cocktip beat back at the entrance to her throat.
"Now, lean back, Arnie," said Eve. "I'm gonna teach this cock-
suckin' bitch how to do it.''
Then, to Cindy's utter horror. Eve let go of the chain and swung 
her leg over Cindy's head until she was straddling her neck, 
pressing her face harder down onto Arnie's cock. It was horrible! 
Cindy could feel the wet slit of Eve's cunt rubbing over her flesh, 
spreading her juices and cum over the back of her neck. Eve 
grabbed Cindy by the hair, two whole handfuls of it, and then had 
her absolutely helpless.
Arnie leaned back as Eve had told him to and his cock 
stiffened to new hardness as he watched the two women, one of 
them desperately trying to suck all his cock down and the other, 
standing over her in her high heeled boots, her hot wet cunt 
forcing Cindy down and down while she held her long dark hair.
Cindy was almost choking again. Arnie's cock was not as big 
as George's, but it was more than long enough to fuck into her 
throai and choke her. She struggled, letting her hands go to the 
floor as she tried to push herself up against the overwhelmIng 
force that Eve was ex

erting on her. The prick throbbed in her mouth.
"Come on, bitch," said Eve. "Suck that fucker! Come on!" And 
she spread her legs and gave a hard yank on Cindy's hair.
Cindy groaned around Arnie's hard cockmeat. She choked, but 
there was nowhere she could go now. She had to suck it, had to 
take his prick as far as down as it was pushed. She felt her throat 
open a little bit and then rebel, convulsing as it tried to force 
Arnie's cock back out. She couldn't breathe anymore, colored 
dots floated in front of her eyes and she knew she would black 
out soon.
"Breathe through your nose, you stupid slut," said Eve, giving 
Cindy's hair another hard pull.
The pain was nowhere near as bad as the whipping, But Cindy 
felt even more abused. It was a woman doing this to her, making 
her do this degrading thing. Arnie's hard cock seemed to grow in 
her mouth as it was forced farther in. She had almost given up 
sucking, she was so desperate just to keep breathing. She 
concentrated, took in the air through her nose, and it became 
easier.
"She's not sucking me, the cunt," Arnie said suddenly. "She's 
just sitting there."
"Oh, don't worry, Arnie," said George. "We can fix that."
Cindy moaned and tried to suck Arnie's cock
better, but somehow she couldn't do it. She was still too 
involved in just breathing without choking. His cock grew even 
more and she knew he was staring out to where George was 
corning across the floor, the whip curled lazily in his hand.
"Now, cock-sucking lessons," George said.
Cindy gave a great moan and heave, but Eve tightened her 
grip on Cindy's hair to make her point more obvious.
The pain filled Cindy's cunt. George was demonstrating what 
an expert he was with the whip again. She was on her knees, but 
he could still curl the tip of the leather lash around and cut right 
across her clit and cuntal opening. Her scream was muffled by 
the cock in her mouth, and she felt it slide in, another half inch as 
her throat opened and Eve spread Cindy's legs even farther and 
pushed down.
"Now get your hands off the floor and hold his balls," said 
George, whipping Cindy's inflamed pussy.
Cindy's mouth and throat were pulsing out of control with the 
agony as she somehow got her hands up and cradled Arnie's 
balls. Eve chose to lower her pussy even farther onto the back of 
her neck. And Eve held her hair even tighter, pulling her head 
back so that she had to take more of the cock and couldn't even 
try
to close her jaw.

The whip cut into her cunt and Cindy felt those familiar and 
dreadful feelings again. The pain churned in her head as she felt 
Arnie's cock ram the last inch or so into her throat. Her lips were 
at the base of his prick now and she could smell the rank odor of 
his cock hair as it tickled her nose. At least the awful thing 
couldn't go any farther. Pain erupted again from her clit and Cindy 
knew that she was going to come again, shameful as it was. She 
couldn't help it-whatever they did to her, she came. The whip cut 
her, and the pain surged through her unresisting flesh and she 
felt her throat and mouth muscles throbbing around the cock, try 
ing to get more of it now.
Then she felt Eve, pressing down on her neck, start to rub her 
clit up and down in a way that could only mean one thing. Eve 
was going to bring herself off on the back of Cindy's neck as she 
watched Cindy get whipped in the long
mirror.
"Oh yeah," Eve groaned, grabbing more of Cindy's hair and 
heaving upward on it as she forced her mouth down on the cock. 
"Come on, fuck-face, suck it all down, take that cum, oh yeahhhh, 
oh shit, I'm coming, oh shit!" And she gave a scream of delight 
and her hips thrashed forward and back and her throbbing little 
cunt slid over Cindy's neck, lubricated by her flowing pussy 
juices.
Cindy felt herself sliding into the pit of depravity again. The 
whip lashed her clit, and she screamed, but already her ass was 
lifting for the next blow, her legs were spreading to give him the 
best target he could have. And he used it, whipping Cindy in a 
series of circular strokes that flowed around in the air, out to 
crash on-to her flesh and instantly sweep back, high in the air and 
back again, curling under for Cindy's pulsing, hot cunt.
Cindy felt Arnie' 5 cock throbbing in her mouth as the cum 
boiled out of his balls and surged down his cockshaft as it fucked 
into her throat.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Arnie bellowed. "Oh fuck, am I gonna shoot! 
Take it, cunt, take it, suck it all down." He thrust himself high in 
the seat, forcing his cock deeper into Cindy's mouth.
There wasn't much Cindy could do. She had to take it. And to 
add to her shame, she knew she was coming, pulses of orgasm 
rising like waves at each slash of the whip. She felt the first jet of 
Arnie's jism burst in her throat. She couldn't taste his cum, it shot 
so deep and slid straight into her stomach. Above her, Even 
moaned and rolled on her neck, twisting Cindy's head by her hair 
as she rolled, and her hot clit sent waves of orgasm flowing out 
over her.
"Ohhhhh," Eve sighed. "Ohhhh fuck, that's good, oh yeah, 
that's good!" And she yanked 

Cindy's head up as she bore down even harder on her cock.
Cindy hoped her orgasm would be concealed as she sucked 
and took Arnie's flowing cum down her throat. She closed her 
eyes and tried to ignore the pulses that tore through her and 
made her want more, more of this disgusting, degrading sex. Her 
mouth spread wider and her tongue licked out over Arnie's 
throbbing balls as they delivered the last of their load into her 
throat. Her body heaved up and down and George whipped her to 
the beat of it, delighting in exposing her weakness.
"Look at that," Eve chuckled as she pulled Cindy's neck 
against her cunt for the last few pulses of her own cum. "The 
fuckin' bitch is comin' again. Whatdaya think about that?" She 
jerked her spread thighs around Cindy's neck, enjoying the groan 
from the helpless librarian.
"What did I tell you?" said George, with calm delight. "I told you 
she would be the greatest, didn't I? Watch that ass go, watch it! 
Fuck, she's hotter than hell."
"She's not better than me!" Eve screamed in fury, and she 
almost tore some of Cindy's hair out in her rage. "Fuck, she can't 
do the things we do. You're a fuckin' shit, George, you really are."
As the last of all their orgasms faded, and Arnie's cock started 
to soften in Cindy's mouth 
again, Eve slid her legs down Cindy's stillheaving, moaning 
body and leaned in close to her ear.
"You cut this out, whore," she snarled. "You think you're smart, 
comin' off like this-now cut it out."
Cindy finally managed to pull her mouth away from Arnie's 
softening cock. She gave a last jump and scream as George 
lashed her pussy, and she almost fell to the floor.
"But I don't like it!" she wept. "It's, it's nasty. I wofl't do it again, 
I promise. All I want to do is get out of here, honestly." Tears 
flowed down her face as she crouched on all fours, and Arnie's 
subsiding cock sank into her hair, running drops of white cum into 
it.
George chuckled and stopped the whip. "I ought to beat the 
shit outa you for lying," he said. "But, you know somethin'? You 
don't even know you are. You're incredible. Just wait till you 
understand what a whore you are. Fuck, that'll be the best!"
He went back to the table and Cindy burst into floods of tears.
"Please let me go!" she cried. "Please, I won't say a thing 
about tonight. I won't report you, honestly I won't. Just let me go 
and I'll keep real quiet . . . please?"
Eve laughed and swung her legs back over Cindy's body. 
"Come on, fuck-face," she said. 

"Get up, the men are waiting for you. And," she whispered, "if 
you take Bill away from me, I'll kill you, you wait."
"I don't want him," Cindy sobbed, feeling she was being utterly 
misunderstood. "All I want is to get out of here."
"I thought you wanted something to eat, slut," said Eve, 
pushing er at the table.
Cindy fell against the table and clutched at it, holding herself 
upright.
"Sit down," said George pleasantly. "Have something to eat, 
and some wine."
He pushed the bottle across to her and Cindy almost grabbed 
at it. Her hand shaking, she poured a large shot into the glass 
and downed it, clearing the lingering taste of vomit, and the sticky 
cum that had shot from Arnie's cock. She took part of a sandwich 
and gobbled it down, looking around almost furtively as she 
realized how hungry and desperate she was.
"You must be really tired, Arnie," said Bill suddenly. "We'll see 
you next week."
"Oh, oh yeah," said Arnie, getting up meekly and zipping his 
pants up. "Hey, thanks for the good time, guys. That was real 
good."
"Plenty more where that came from," said Bill casually. "We'll 
let you know.'
"Yeah, sure," said Arnie.
He stood there so pathetically that Cindy was sorry for him. He 
slowly walked back over to 
the door, his shoulders humped in disappointment.
George chuckled. "You get fuckin' brutal at times," he said to 
Bill.
"Aw hell," Bill grinned. "You ever seen Arnie get it up more 
than twice? Fucking drag on the party from now on."
"Not to mention the fact that you won't fuck in front of him," 
said George, with another grin.
"Damn right," said Bill without any sign of anger. "Now I'm 
ready for this cunt and I want him outa here."
Cindy almost choked on the piece of sandwich she was eating. 
She knew that she would have to fuck Bill before the night was 
out. And, for the first time, she had to admit it-there was surge of 
excitement as she looked at the cock-bulge in his pants. She 
went on chewing the sandwich, staring at the bulge, imagining the 
massive cock in there. Bill knew she was doing it, but he ignored 
her. He took a drink of wine and ran his hand over Eve's ass. Eve 
smiled and sat on his knee, cuddling him, running her hands 
inside his shirt. Her look told Cindy that she had better be careful.

CHAPTER NINE


"Okay," said Bill, easing Eve off his knee. "About time I had 
this cunt. So you two get together and show her what's coming 
and leave the rest to me."
"Oh, you shit," saidEve, dropping to her knees and trying to 
slide his zipper down. "I get first go at your cock, come on."
Slowly Bill ran his hands into her blonde hair, and then Eve 
began screaming as he pulled her back to her feet by it and then 
held her there, twisting and gasping as he stared into her face.
"Now listen, cunt face," he said with terrible menace," you 
gotta lot coming to you for what you did today, so just take that 
and don't make me give you any more. Got that? I'm gonna fuck 
this cunt and you'll watch me. And, if she's better than you, then 
she gets your place and I'll give you away to somebody. Got 
that?"
"Oh, please, no, I'll be g9od," Eve promised. "I'll do everything 
you say."
"Good," said Bill, and he let her hair go.
Eve stood there, rubbing her head and crying softly.
"Come here," said George.
Slowly Eve stopped rubbing her sore head and went over to 
him. He pulled her blouse off, the last piece of clothing she had 
on, and walked 
around her, slowly taking in her luscious body. Cindy sat with 
new terror rising in her, and also the awful fuck lust once more. 
She felt her heart beating faster, felt her pussy getting damp as 
George came to a stop in front of Eve and took one of her high 
rounded tits in his hand.
"I hear you were a very bad girl today," he said softly.
"Oh yes, yes I was," said Eve, and she hung her head and 
started crying again.
"And what did you do that was so naughty?" asked Bill.
Eve moaned as he twisted her nipple and Cindy remembered 
what that felt like and gasped in sympathy.
"I-I couldn't wait for tonight," Eve said, the confession being 
wrung out of her. "I-I did it to myself. I jerked off!"
George tightened his grip on her nipple and turned it savagely. 
"Well, we must certainly punish you for that. Now, we have a little 
girl here who doesn't believe that she will ever suck a woman's 
cunt. Silly of her. But we're going to show her what will happen if 
she refuses. Aren't we?"
"Oh, yes, if you say so," wept Eve as her nipples were 
squeezed and pulled.
"Good, now get on your back on the table," said George, and 
Eve walked over to the table and lay on it, her whole body 
trembling.

"Get up, slut," said a voice behind her, and Cindy spun around 
to see Bill standing there. In his hand was an enormous vibrator, 
bigger and longer than even George's cock had been. Cindy 
looked at it and shivered. The idea of that gigantic thing in her 
pussy was more than she could think about. "Bend over that table 
there."
Bill indicated the table next over from the one where Eve was 
already lying on her back, her legs in the air and spread to 
George's commands.
"On your face, whore!" snapped Bill as Cindy started to do as 
Eve had done. "Face down, that way, cunt-don't you ever learn?"
Cindy tensed, expecting a lash of the whip. It didn't come, and 
she was left there, her face only a few feet from where Eve lay, 
Eve's legs now well over her head and being pulled down farther 
by George and Paula.
Fascinated, Cindy watched as George lashed rope around 
Eve's ankle as Paula did the same to her other foot. Then they 
tied the rope around the legs of the table and heaved on them 
until Eve was almost bent in two. She screamed and moaned as 
her legs were pulled down and farther apart, and she ended up 
with her ankles below her head and her open ass and cunt pulled 
high into the air.
Cindy heard a thud beside her head. She spun to face it and 
there was the vibrator. Bill tapped 
it on the Formica surface again for emphasis. Cindy stared at 
he ribbed length of hard rubber. It had a head like a real cock, 
swollen and enormously large. The shaft was rough like a heavily 
veined cock and, at the end there were straps-and Cindy now had 
some idea of what Bill would do with those.
"What do you think I'm gonna do with this?" Bill asked with a 
low chuckle.
"You   . you . . . you'll fuck me with it," said Cindy, and she 
burst into tears yet again.
"Oh, yes," said Bill. "But it's your ass I'm gonna fuck with it. 
And then we start the real fun and games, my little whore."
"W-what!" Cindy screamed. She looked again at the vibrator 
and knew that it would split her in two if it was ever rammed into 
her ass.
"Now," he went on, leaning down to her face, "if you're a good 
girl and stay where you are and watch what you have to do in a 
little while, then I won't tie you down, then I'll whip the shit outa 
you before we start. Got that?"
"Y-yes," sobbed Cindy, and she almost collapsed across the 
table.
She watched as George slid a long leather strap around Eve's 
waist and slipped that around a table leg. Then he pulled on itso 
that Eve's ass was heaved downwards, pulling against the strain 
in her legs. Eve moaned and gave a low gasp, but George pulled 
on the belt 

until he had heaved her ass almost back down to the table top.
"Now," said George, "we teach you to suck pussy."
Eve wept and struggled on the table. Her hands were still free 
and they went down to caress her widely spread cunt as Paula 
stepped over her and knelt over her face. Paula grasped Eve's 
ankles and leaned down on them, getting another yell from the 
bound girl.
"Suck me," said Paula, her pussy only inches above Eve's 
face.
"Oh no, I won't," Eve gasped, and her fingers blurred over her 
clit as her hips heaved up and her legs spread farther, even with 
the ropes binding them.
"Take your hands away from your pussy," said George, curling 
the long leather whip through his fingers.
"Ohhhh," Eve moaned. Desperately, she slid three of her 
fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out as Paula spread 
her thighs above the bound girl's helpless face.
Casually George cracked the whip and it cut into Eve's 
rounded ass cheeks. Cindy watched in fear and growing 
fascination as Eve screamed and heaved on the table, her fingers 
ramming in-to her cunt faster and faster while Paula leaned 
down, trying to force her pussy over Eve's yelling mouth.
"Take your fingers out of your cunt!" snapped Ge6rge, and the 
whip curled in again.
Cindy watched it cut a deep line into Eve's ass flesh. It was 
what it must have been like as he had whipped her. Eve's ass 
was as tight as hers and as well rounded, but the whip cut into 
the skin as if it were as soft as tit flesh. Eve gave a piercing 
scream and her fingers eased out of her hot pussy.
"Out!" George snapped, and lashed her ass again to make his 
point.
Eve thrashed on the table and her screams became muffled as 
Paula rammed her pussy down onto her face.
"Suck me, bitch!" Paula shouted, and she began to run her 
spread pussy lips up and down over Eve's captive face. Eve 
moaned as the slick, damp flesh rolled over her mouth and nose 
and her hands reached up to grab Paula's ass cheeks and tried 
to push her off. "Whip the fucker!' Paula rammed her spread legs 
down farther and rubbed her sopping-wet pussy over Eve's face.
Then George lashed the whip out again and Cindy stared in 
fascination as the tip of it landed with terrible force on the hard, 
throbbing bud of Eve's clit.
Eve's heave almost broke the leather strap holding her to the 
table. Her fingers dug deep into Paula's ass, and Paula yelled 
and reached for Eve's hair, pulling on it, ramming Eve's face

upward into her pussy.
"Whip the shit out of her!" Paula yelled.
George lashed the leather tip over Eve's cunt again, taking the 
most awful pleasure in her screams. Cindy could see that his 
cock was hard and standing out, despite all the times he had 
come that night already, and that sent another twinge of the 
excitement through her body.
Then Cindy felt the firsj touch of the vibrator against the 
puckered entrance of her ass. She tensed, but, remembering 
Bill's warning, she didn't try to get away. Her ass was sore 
enough.
Bill leaned down over her. "Relax, or I'll have a dreadful time 
getting it in, and that pisses me off a lot. And you wouldn't want to 
piss me off a lot, would you?"
Cindy moaned and tried to relax her ass muscles. She was 
going to be raped by the horrible dildo and she couldn't stop it. 
She felt Bill push lightly and the tip of the monster cock 
penetrated just inside, spreading the most incredible feeling of 
warmth through Cindy. She stared at the group on the other table. 
Paula was pushing down on Eve's bound legs as she rammed 
her cunt into Eve's face and her hips twitched with excitement.
"She's not sucking me right," Paula said, and George whipped 
Eve's cunt slit with a fury that made the bound girl's screams 
echo from the walls. "Ah, that's better," said Paula, and she 
rubbed her pussy over Eve's face as Eve ran her hands up 
Paula's back and ran her fingernails up and down the white flesh, 
leaving red marks.
Then Cindy felt Bill push the vibrator harder. She moaned as it 
slid deeper and the cockhead came up againt the resistance of 
her sphincter. Her ass had been well greased, so there was no 
friction to stop it from invading her ass, but she was still sure that 
she couldn't take any more of it. It would rip her tight ass ring 
apart.
Cindy gave another scream as Bill fucked the vibrator even 
deeper into her ass guts. The pain shot out once more, up into 
her chest so it was difficult for her to breathe. The huge imitation 
cock forced its way into her body and her ass felt as if it were 
going to burst apart, spray her body all over the room. The agony 
erupted for the final time as Bill fucked the dildo to the hilt in her 
tight ass. Cindy clutched the table top as she lay there moaning, 
the vibrator tip just sticking out of her asshole.
Then she moaned again as she realized that Bill was taking 
the straps and clipping them around her ass and up to her waist. 
She wept as she realized that he was going to lash the terrible 
dildo into her body and leave it there, so that she would be getting 
ass fucked, whatever else she did. Bill casually tied a belt around 
her waist and then tied the straps to that, hauling in on them and 
forcing the vibrator another inch in-

to her ass.
Cindy moaned as Bill clipped the last of the straps together. 
She watched the group on the other table and that slow, 
spreading lust began to spread over her body. The thought of 
having to suck another womanrevolted her, but it also added to 
her terrible excitement. By now Eve had given up all pretense of 
not wanting to suck Paula. With each ash of the whip on her 
pussy, she grabbed Paula's hips and pulled, sucking for all she 
was worth as her body trembled and heaved and her ass reached 
up for more pain, more agony from the leather torture.
"Aaaggghhhh, yeahhh!" Paula yelled and her hips spread as 
her pussy spasmed over Eve's face. "Ohhhh shit, I'm coming!" 
The dark girl's tits bounced as she leaned down on Eve's ankles 
and throbbed in the growing ecstasy.
"I have one last surprise for you," said Bill, coming around to 
Cindy's face as she lay there, the pulse of lust growing in her as 
the vibrator rubbed and caressed her ass guts. "See this?" In his 
hand he had a small black box with a knob on it. "You know what 
this is?"
"No," Cindy gasped while her body shook as her ass muscles 
clutched at the huge rubber cock in her guts.
"It's the control for the vibrator," said Bill with a chuckle. "See?" 
And he turned the knob.
Cindy gave a yell and almost lost her grip on
the edge of the table. She struggled and heaved as the vibrator 
started up in her ass. The pulses rolled out into her flesh and she 
felt like choking. Her ass was being reduced to jelly as the 
monster cock churned away.
"And you see this lever?" Bill asked.
Cindy nodded and gasped as the vibrator stimulated her ass.
"It works it this way," said Bill cheerfully as he pulled the lever 
down.
The imitation cock began to flex and fuck her ass, up and 
down, in and out as it contracted and stretched out again.
"Oooohhhh, God!" she moaned, and her head fell to the table 
as she struggled with the rising - tide of desire that threatened to 
over-whelm her
"And now you're gonna suck my cock," said Bill, "before we 
teach you to suck cunt."
"Aaaghhhhh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!" Paula screamed 
on the other table.
Paula's hips thrashed down on Eve's face as she yelled and 
rolled. George lashed Eve with growing fury as the blonde, her 
ass and pussy inflamed by the lash of the whip, raked her nails 
down Paula's back. Eve's screams burst out of the hot wet cunt 
flesh rolling over her mouth as she climaxed, too. Her thighs 
spread and her pussy beat up and down, urging George to whip 
her faster and faster. The two of them held like 

that as Bill let Cindy watch, and for endless seconds the two 
slaves screamed and writhed, held together by the unbelievable 
power of their lust. George swept the whip into Eves throbbing, 
red cunt, until she gave a last, desperate scream and collapsed 
on the table. Paula thrust her pussy into her face one last time 
and sagged, her thighs trembling from the force of her come.
"Well, you two had a good time," said George harshly. "So you 
get off and kiss poor little Eve's cunt better, and I'm gonna fuck 
me some of your hot little cunt, baby."
Paula heaved a sight of satisfaction and slid reclutantly off 
Eve's face. Cindy could see the damp, slick juices of Paula's 
pussy smeared all over Eve's cheeks and nose, and Eve rubbed 
at it, spreading it out and caressing her face until it began to dry. 
Then she gave a moan of pleasure as Paula bent at the waist, 
sticking her pussy out for George, lowering her own lascivious 
mouth onto the red, whipped flesh of Eve's cunt. Her tongue went 
out and ran over the sore, hot cunt flesh and Eve moaned again 
and lay back, spreading her legs as far as they would go in the 
ropes that held them. Paula grasped her bound friend around the 
waist and sucked gently on her clit, drawing it into her mouth and 
running her lips and tongue over it, soothing the flesh, getting 
increasing moans of pleasure from Eve.
Then George stepped up behind Paula and Cindy could see 
his rampant cock, out and hard as a rock. He slipped his 
cockhead just inside Paula's hot wet cunt and the girl groaned 
and thrust her ass back to get more of the hard prick. "Oh, yeah," 
she sighed. "Fuck the shit outa me! Come on George, fuck me, 
fuck me, please, aaaghhhhh!"
George slowly fucked his cock to the balls into Paula's willing 
cunt. Then he drew back and fucked in again, reveling in the 
moans of lust coming from the two women. Paula urged him on, 
begging for the cock, her voice muffled as she kept on sucking at 
Eve's cunt.
"That's enough," said Bill.
He picked Cindy up effortlessly and swung her over the table 
and then dumped her at his feet. Cindy groaned as she was 
forced to her knees in front of him. The vibrator throbbed away in 
her ass and every movement brought sickening new pulses of 
fuck lust surging up in her.
She stared at the cock bulge in Bill's pants. It was enormous.
"Take it out and suck me off," said Bill softly as he leaned 
down and pulled Cindy closer to him by her hair.
Cindy could hear the moans and shouts of lust from the other 
table as George fucked Paula and Eve thrashed around with her 
cunt sucked 

to a frenzy. Cindy felt her head spinning as she slowly reached 
up and eased the zipper of Bill's pants down. She was disgusted 
with herself for giving in to them like this, and she was even more 
disgusted by the unrestrained pleasure she was getting from it all. 
For the first time in her life she was having orgasms, masses of 
them, every time she did anything with them. The zipper came to 
the bottom and, without being told, she reached up and undid the 
clip of his pants, spreading the material so that she could get to 
his cock better.
She reached into his underpants and grasped his cock. Her 
head spun as she clutched the powerful monster, gasping for 
breath at the feel of it. The cock was bigger around than George's 
and, unlike the previous times when she had been sure she 
couldn't take it all, she was now overcome with new, mounting 
lust at the thought of taking that colossal cock into her mouth. 
Slowly she pulled it out and her breath got even shorter. The cock 
was longer than George's, too, a foot of steel-hard cockmeat 
throbbing with desire to get into her mouth.
Cindy moaned and she ran her hand up and down the 
prickshaft, wanting the feel of it so much. Her mouth watered as 
she looked at the cocklance and juices ran out of her pussy and 
down into her stocking tops. The first flickering of an orgasm 
whipped through her cunt and 
she gave a groan of pure lust. Above her, Bill stood and spread 
his legs wider. Trembling every inch of the way, Cindy leaned 
down and kissed the swollen tip of the cockhead. It was warm 
and rubbery and she licked at it, tasting the salty pre-cum slowly 
spreading from the tiny slit in the cockhead.
"Suck it nice, cunt," said Bill. "Suck it real good, and just like I 
tell you."
With another moan of lust, Cindy slid her lips around the huge 
round ball of his cockhead. She could hear the triple fucking 
going on at the other table as George fucked faster and faster 
and the two girls yelled and begged for more. She licked at the 
cock, feeling it tremble and heave in her mouth. Her fingers were 
around the cock shaft and she rubbed them slowly up and down, 
feeling them respond, clutch at her hair with one hand while he 
turned the control knob on the box with the other.
The beat of the vibrator increased and Cindy screamed around 
the cockmeat in her mouth and swallowed it, right to the balls, 
something she wouldn't have dreamed of doing only a few hours 
before. The pulse of the rubber cock in her cunt was beating up 
into her throat as she sucked, forcing the throat muscles open. In 
her throat, the cockhead beat as she raised off her knees and 
bent at the waist, whining as she sucked the huge cock.

Bill gave a groan of lust as his cock vanished totally and 
Cindy's wicked, helpless tongue licked out and over his balls. 
"Ohhhh, shit!" he shouted. "Oh, you cunt, you fucking cunt! You 
sucked cocks before, you lying cunt, I'm gonna whip hell outa you 
for lying." His hands clutched at her hair and he turned the knob 
up another notch.
Cindy groaned, but the threat of another whipping didn't seem 
to matter very much anymore. She raised her mouth on the long, 
hot, hard prick until only the tip was still in her mouth as Bill 
groaned and fucked upwards as hard as he could.
"Oh no, sir, honestly, I was a virgin before tonight, honestly," 
she murmured.
But her mouth spread around his cock again and she sucked 
with growing fury as the climax burst out of her ass as the vibrator 
increased its pulse again and the fucking it gave her also 
speeded up. She groaned and her mouth sank back on his cock 
and she took it into her throat again, rising in her high-heeled 
shoes and leaning down to swallow his prick until her hands could 
go to his balls and caress them, the only things still outside her 
hungry, wanton mouth.
"It doesn't matter," said Bill, gasping despite his attempts at 
control. "I'll whip you whenever I want, whenever it pleases me."
"Aaaagghhhh, ohhhhh!" Cindy screamed,
and the vibration in her throat, as her orgasm exploded, was 
more than enough to send Bill gasping and clutching for her 
head.
The idea that she was Bill's slave and he could do whatever he 
wanted to her had triggered all the repressed lusts Cindy had 
ever had. Her whole body thrashed up and down as she 
swallowed Bill's cock, her head working up and down, getting 
faster to the beat of the vibrator until the two were matched and 
her head ran up and down his cockshaft almost too fast for him to 
watch. Her dark hair whipped all over the place as she screamed 
with the force of the come and her fingers closed on his balls and 
squeezed the cum out of them.
In a haze of ecstasy, Cindy still heard the climax break from 
the other three as they fucked. Perhaps she had become so 
attuned to it now, but she heard George as he yelled and she 
thought she could hear his cock fucking wetly into Paula's hot, 
willing cunt.
"Aaaghheeee! Ohhh, fuuucckkk!" Paula yelled, and her tongue 
rammed up into Eve's hot cunt, and Eve gave a heave as the 
sensations broke over her bound body.
"Suck me off, you bitch," Eve shouted and her hips thrust up 
as Paula sucked her clit in and bit down, sending her over the top 
into the wave of orgasm she wanted. The three of them shouted 
and moaned as they came and Bill 

leaned back, his cock throbbing out of control as the cum 
boiled in his balls and started to shoot out.
Cindy felt every inch of the movement. She felt the cum 
surging in his tight balls. She caressed and squeezed them as 
her orgasm got higher with each beat of the vibrator and she felt 
as if she would never come down, and never wanted to. She felt 
the tube on the underside of Bill's cock throb as the first jet of 
jism entered it and shot down. She felt it as it stretched the walls 
of the tube, shooting down until the cum gushed out into her 
throat.
"Mmmmmnnnn, ooohhhhh!" she moaned, and she pulled her 
mouth back so she could lick and suck at each delicate drop as it 
spurted out.
Her hand worked on the cockshaft as more of that wonderful 
white cock cream started off and headed for her hot tight mouth. 
She tasted the spurts as the cum shot out over her tongue, into 
her cheeks, and she rolled his cum around, reluctant to swallow it 
and lose the taste.
"You little shit!" Bill yelled. "You've got the hottest mouth in 
America, you shit! Oh, suck it, ohhh yeahhhh, oh fuck, I'm gonna 
shoot it all, ohhh fuck!" And more of the jism flooded out into 
Cindy's hot mouth.
George moaned and fell over Paula's satisfied body as she 
gave Eve's clit a last suck, and George's cum ran out of her cunt 
and down the 
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insides of her thighs.
But Cindy wasn't going to let any of Bill's cum escape. She 
licked and sucked at the floods of delicious cum as Bill groaned 
and his hips beat at her face and his thighs trembled with the 
force of his release. Still the cum poured out, and Cindy 
swallowed some of it, still running as much as she could over her 
tongue, tasting it, feeling cock cream fill her cheeks and threaten 
to squirt out of her lips as they closed tighter over the shaft of the 
wonderful prick in her mouth. The flood of jism went on and on, 
Bill shouting and yelling in ecstasy, his cock ramming in and out 
of Cindy's mouth for what seemed to her like forever.
Finally the flood slowed, she could keep the white jism in her 
mouth longer before the pressure made her swallow it. Slower 
and slower it poured out as Bill gasped and turned the controls of 
the vibrator down to match his slowing orgasm. But it didn't 
matter to Cindy. Her orgasm went rolling on, and long after the 
last drops of cum had oozed from the slit in the head of Bill's 
cock, she was still sucking, still moaning as she tried to get more 
cum into her mouth.
"You can stop now," said Bill.
But Cindy didn't really hear him. She moaned and sucked his 
cock, oblivious to everything else.

Cindy just couldn't stop sucking Bill's cock. She was delirious 
with a lust that grew with each thrust the cockhead made to the 
back of her mouth and deep into the muscles of her throat. As the 
vibrator throbbed in her ass and the sensations worked through 
and spread around the tightening hole of her pussy, she felt she 
would go crazy with desire. Bill let her suck for a while, watching 
as the dark-haired librarian's head ran up and down. He hadn't 
gone soft at all, and the last of his cum still lingered around his 
prick slit, and Cindy moaned as she tasted it.
"I told you to stop sucklng my cock," said Bill.
Cindy moaned, but her hot, wet mouth slid over his prick again, 
savoring every touch of the steel-hard prick fucking her face. Her 
fingers went up to his balls and she tickled them, playing with the 
crinkled flesh, feeling him lunge upwards into her mouth, knowing 
she was making him feel good.
"I'll tell you one more time, cunt," said Bill. "Stop sucking my 
cock."
Cindy gave a groan. She knew there would be more pain 
coming, but she couldn't stop. She knelt up to take more of the 
cock, marveling that it was still hard after all that cum it had 
poured into her mouth. Shame rose in her, too. She was a 
whore, she was disgusting. How otherwise would she be here, 
sucking a cock, her heart pounding at the thought of more 
agony? She deserved it for being so wicked and evil. They should 
punish her, they really should.
"Get the clamps," said Bill.
Cindy almost passed out at the thought of what he would do 
with them. She screamed as he turned the vibrator up agai?i and 
the pounding in her ass increased until she was shaking with the 
surging orgasm that rose and grew in her body.
Suddenly her head was pulled violently off Bill's cock. Cindy 
screamed -and rocked on her knees on the floor. With the 
movement, the vibrator had shifted in her ass, pounding even 
harder into the soft, thin wall between her ass and cunt, sending 
more tidal waves of lust over her helpless body. She burst into 
tears as her pussy throbbed and betrayed her. Her body twisted 
and her hair was pulled back harder and she found herself 
looking up into Paula's laughing face.
"You little shit," said Paula. "I'm supposed to get my pussy 
sucked right now, and all you can do is go fuckin' wild on Bill's 
cock." Her hand flashed out and she slapped Cindy viciously 
across the face, back-slapping the moaning librarian before she 
stopped. "We'll teach you

to behave."
Cindy gave a scream as she saw Eve standing by Bill's side. In 
Eve's hands were two vicious-looking clamps. They had small 
jaws, but the jaws were controlled by screws that clamped them 
slowly shut, as Eve demonstrated, turn by terrible turn, only 
inches from Cindy's staring eyes.
"Ohhhh, nooooo," Cindy moaned, and her heart throbbed and 
her chest heaved as she looked at the torture instruments. Her 
eyes were misting over as her body heaved and the vibrator 
churned on in her ass, spreading the waves of agony and desire 
as it went.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Eve mocked Cindy. "But you were told to 
stop sucking Bill and you disobeyed. So we have to teach you 
manners, slut. You're gonna learn to do exactly as you're told."
Behind Eve, Cindy could see George as he leaned back in his 
chair and slowly chewed some more food. He was enjoying her 
humiliation as much as he had enjoyed whipping her earlier.
Cindy's eyes got bigger and rounder and she watched Eve 
bring the clamps nearer to her face.
"You see how they work?" Eve mocked, and her blonde hair 
swayed close around Cindy's sobbing mouth. "I just put them on 
and tighten them, like this." Eve screwed the jaws on one of them 
shut.
Cindy screamed and struggled in Paula's relentless grasp. She 
moaned and babbled, terror rising in her as Eve slowly ran the 
other, opened pair of clamps down her neck and lower, over her 
shoulder and to the top of her left tit. Eve took the clamp, sliding it 
down the curve of Cindy's tit, leaving a light-red scratch mark as 
she went, inch by inch to Cindy's nipple.
Cindy moaned and almost collapsed to the floor as she felt the 
cold metal on either side of her stiff, rubbery nipple. Her body 
twitched and she couldn't help herself. Her tits heaved out, 
pushing her nipples between the two terrible jaws of the clamps. 
Then she really started screaming as Eve screwed the jaws of 
the clamp closed. The pain grew and multiplied, shuddering 
waves of agony surging through her tortured tits.
"Oh, please, please, no," Cindy begged. "I'll do anything you 
ask, I will, please."
She flopped forward in Paula's hands. Her breath was ragged 
and her body thrashed in Paula's grasp in pure pain. Paula 
hauled her back upright and Cindy screamed as Eve brought the 
other clamp to her right tit and started screwing that down. Her 
nipple flattened and Cindy was sure it was going to be crushed in 
the dreadful embrace of the clamp.
Eve stopped and Cindy thrashed around, her whole mind a 
blank of pain. But the pain was 

only part of it, for it was still feeding her lust, and Cindy wept as 
she realized that she was still coming, and the pain she was 
forced to suffer was getting steadily worse.
"You want her first?" asked Eve.
"You bet," said Paula.
Paula slid onto the table and leaned on her back, spreading 
her own legs and pulling them up until she held them over her 
head and lay there giggling. Bill hustled Cindy over and thrust her 
face close to Paula's glistening cunt.
"The clamps come off when both my little slaves are satisfied," 
he said. "So get on with it-suck her pussy."
Cindy could smell the warm aroma of fucking coming from 
Paula's cunt. Cum was matted into the dark triangle of pussy hair 
and the cunt lips were open, glistening with George's jism and her 
own flowing juices. The agony from her tits and the churning 
vibrator in her ass had robbed Cindy of any coherent thoughts at 
all. Even her disgust at herself was fading.
Her head went down until the ripe cunt lips were so close she 
could feel her breath coming back off them. She moaned as she 
let her tongue flick out, running over the slippery pussy flesh, up 
and down, tasting the cum and the strong cunt juices. Paula gave 
a low moan of satisfaction and spread her legs farther, thrusting 
her cunt up for more. Cindy gave in, lowered her 
mouth to the gaping cuntslit and let her lips close on it, sucking 
gently as her tongue went out and flicked Paula's hard, throbbing 
clit.
"Ohhhh yeahhh," Paula moaned, and her ass thrust upwards 
again and her pussy ran more juices into Cindy's mouth. "Suck it, 
whore, suck it.
Cindy sank her face lower until her nose was in the wet pussy 
slit and her mouth sucked over Paula's wide cunt hole. She 
experimented, fucking her tongue into the hot passage, and 
Paula rewarded her with another moan and heave of her hips.
The pain from her tits was slowly fading as she sucked, and 
Cindy began to understand how she wanted pain, needed it to 
send her into the shattering orgasms she couldn't live without 
now. Tears flowed down her face, mingling with the pussy juices 
flowing from Paula. Constant low moans escaped Cindy's lips 
and her hands ran over Paula's hot ass, urging the girl's cunt 
against her mouth.
Then Cindy felt the pressure of a cock at the entrance to her 
own pussy. She gave a groan. How could a cock get in her cunt 
with the vibrator still ramming her ass? There wasn't room for it. 
She didn't know if it was George or Bill about to try and fuck her, 
but it didn't matter. They wouldn't get in, and she would be 
punished for it. She would be punished, 

whatever she said or did. She knew that now and another 
surge of wonderful lust ran over her at the realization.
"Spread your legs," George commanded.
Cindy did as she was told, her high heels tapping slightly on 
the floor. Then he pushed, and to Cindy's utter surprise, his cock 
fucked into her cunt. The surprise gave way to pain and more 
excitement almost instantly as the huge cock fucked another inch 
into her pussy and the pulse of the vibrator up her ass beat 
through the walls of her pussy, inflaming her shuddering orgasm 
to even more intense heights.
George rammed his cock into her again, and Cindy screamed 
and her teeth bit into Paula's clit as the unbearable agony shot 
out and engulfed her. She had one enormous cock in her cunt 
and a big rubber cock in her ass, and her whole body was 
splitting in two. Paula screamed too as Cindy's teeth chewed at 
her clit, but she didn't try to get away or pull Cindy off. Instead 
she spread her legs farther and grabbed Cindy by the hair, 
forcing her harder onto her pulsing cunt.
"Oh yeahhh," Paula yelled. "Aaaghhhh, oh fuck, eat me, cunt!" 
She thrashed on the table as she started to come.
Cindy went over into another set of shuddering climaxes. She 
lost all sense of reason, all sense of time, and nothing was real 
except the 
pounding orgasm that beat through her again and again. Each 
deep fuck thrust George gave her sent sparks 9f flaming desire 
pounding up her body to meet the pain surging down from her 
clamped tits and echo and re-echo, building until her screams 
rolled constantly over Paula's hot cunt flesh as the squirming, 
heaving librarian sucked and chewed her pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" George yelled. "The cunt's making me come! 
Shit, her pussy's so fuckin' hot. Jesus!"
His hips went wild as the rolling of the vibrator worked on his 
stiff cock flesh, sending it throbbing out of control as the cum built 
in his balls and crashed its way out, splattering high into Cindy's 
hot cunt hole. His cock heaved, grew, spasmed in her body and 
jism filled her passage and dripped down her legs as George 
yelled and pushed her ass up in the air, forcing her mouth closer 
onto Paula's cunt.
Cindy moaned as she sucked and felt Paula's cunt heaving 
with the release of her climax. She wanted more cock, more 
whipping, anything to satisfy the endless craving she had for sex, 
any sex, no matter how perverted it was. She felt every drop of 
George's cum as it ran from her cunt and spread down her 
thighs. The vibrator throbbed on in her ass and her orgasm hardly 
slowed at all as George slowly pulled his prick out. Cindy found 
herself with a terrible crav

ing to lick his cum off her own thighs, to taste that wonderful 
saltiness of a man again.
"Clean her off," she heard Bill command. Suddenly Eve was 
kneeling behind Cindy and her tongue was running over Cindy's 
legs, licking up all the creamy cum as it slowly spread down her 
white inner thighs. Cindy moaned and gently sucked at Paula's 
pussy, feeling the wanton little slave come down slowly from her 
high and relax on the table.
Then Cindy realized that she was about to have her own pussy 
sucked. It was the first time in her life, and it was another woman 
who was doing it! She gave a shudder, but the excitement was 
too much already and, without her even really knowing, her legs 
widened and she gasped as Eve's hot little mouth closed in on 
her pussy and began lapping up all the cum that still oozed out of 
her pulsing fuck hole. Eve added to her excitement, pushing the 
vibrator hard into her ass and then releasing it, increasing the 
pounding come as it throbbed through her. All over Cindy's cunt 
and then back down her legs went Eve, inch by inch, and Cindy 
just went higher into her delirium of orgasm at each pass.
"That's enough," said Bill.
Eve stopped sucking. Cindy moaned, but she knew Bill was 
about to fuck her and she couldn't wait for it. Still she resisted 
making the final confession to herself. She couldn't adrnit that 
this was her, that she was the wanton, sex-starved 
nymphomaniac, slave they had proved her to be.
Paula rolled over on the table and made way for Eve. Instantly 
Cindy let her mouth slide down onto the wet blonde cunt. The red 
lines of the whipping Eve had received were clearly visible as 
Cindy let her tongue run over the slippery cunt flesh. Eve gave a 
moan and leaned back, her legs wide, her hips lunging up for 
more of Cindy's mouth.
Bill's cock was sliding over the lips of Cindy's hungry pussy. 
She gave a shriek of lust and tried to capture his cock, but he 
was too skilled to let her have it all at once. He pulled back and 
Cindy was left moaning, her ass heaving up and down, begging 
to be fucked.
"You sex-starved little whore," said Bill. "You want it any way 
you can get it, don't you?"
Cindy moaned, and she almost choked on the desire that 
surged through her captive body.
"Won't answer, eh?" said Bill softly as Cindy groaned and 
heaved, trying to get more of his cock. "I'm gonna get the 
confession out of you now. And then I'll fuck your brains out. You 
want it, don't you, whore?"
Cindy's low scream came out from the hot cunt flesh she was 
sucking. She wanted to confess. She wanted to be punished for 
being who 

she was, she wanted to be a slave and get fucked and 
whipped and feel the agony in her nipples as they tortured her. It 
was all what she deserved. It was who she was, and it was what 
she wanted. But she couldn't say it, she just couldn't.
"Confess," said Bill. "You don't get any of my cock until you 
do.'
He ran his cockhead over her clit and Cindy almost fainted with 
the passion she felt. She had to confess, but she couldn't. Bill 
took his cock away and she moaned in a terrible agony of 
disappointment. Then she felt the hard line of the cane on her 
ass, just resting there, but it was enough to send her gasping and 
choking all over again. The cane went back and Cindy heard the 
swish as it sliced back, right across her ass. Her scream rang out 
in the library.
"Confess," said Bill softly, and Cindy screamed as the cane 
lashed her again. She moaned and sucked at Eve's cunt, feeling 
the blonde spasming as she came and watched Cindy getting 
whipped. "Confess." Bill lashed Cindy's hot ass again.
That did it. Cindy screamed in utter release and her ass 
throbbed, desperately seeking more of the cane, thrashing up 
into the air as her orgasm shuddered over her. But Bill didn't whip 
her again. He stopped and Cindy's orgasm had nothing to fuel it. 
For several more seconds her 
CHAPTER ELEVEN

ass thrust into the air, and then she gave a terrible moan and 
twitched as she hung there, her mouth working over Eve's cunt, 
her whole body crying out for a release she couldn't get.
"Confess," Bill whispered, leaning close to her ear again. 
"Confess, and I'll whip you to another come before I fuck you. 
How about that? Confess that's what you want and you can have 
it all."
Cindy felt her resistance crash through the wall she had built 
and vanish. Finally she faced the fact, the awful fact that she was 
the most wanton whore in the world. She wanted to be whipped, 
then fucked, then whipped again and fucked any way they 
wanted. She would do anything for the terrible, utter ecstasy they 
gave her.
"What do you want?" Bill whispered.
"Ohhhh!" Cindy wept. "Aaaagghhhhh!" Her ass throbbed for 
what she wanted. "Oh whip me, do what you like to me, fuck me, 
make me do anything, but please me, do it, please."
She collapsed in the most wonderful release as the confession 
poured out of her.
"Now that's a good little girl," said Bill.

For endless seconds Cindy waited, her whole body twitching 
with desire, her hot ass rolling, pleading for the whipping she had 
been promised. Her tongue ran frantically over Eve's hot little clit 
and her mouth closed over the wide lips of Eve's cunt as she 
ucked,her face rolling over Eve's trembling pussy.
Then Bill lashed the cane over Cindy's thrusting ass. She 
screamed and her mouth closed tighter on Eve's cunt and she 
sucked madly as the pain surged and her climax shattered higher 
until she lost all control of what she was doing.
Eve grabbed Cindy's hair. "Eat me," she screamed. "Eat me, 
bite my pussy! Come on, you cunt, bite me." She stared at the 
cane as it lashed down into Cindy's red flesh and heaved on the 
table as the beaten librarian screamed through a mouthful of 
cuntmeat and bit deep into Eve's slippery pussy. "Yeahhhhh, oh 
fuck, oh fuck!'
Cindy chewed into Eve's clit, sucking and biting as she 
screamed and thrust her ass up for the next lash of the cane. At 
the peak of her ass thrust, Bill whipped her again and Cindy gave 
a scream that forced her mouth off Eve's cunt with its very force.
"Aaaaggghhh, ohhhh God, oh God, ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!" Cindy 
bellowed as her last defenses crumbled. "Ohhhhh, whip me, whip 
me, fuck me, ohhhh, yeahhhh!"
Eve pulled her mouth back down to her steaming cunt and 
Cindy's screams became muffled as she spasmed and heaved in 
ecstasy.
Over on the other table, George had bent Paula over and was 
fucking her slowly as they watched the spectacle. Paula gave low 
groans of satisfaction -as George's huge cock fucked her cunt in 
long, steady strokes and they saw Bill whipping Cindy in a frenzy 
of lust.
"Shit." Bill yelled suddenly, "I gotta fuck this littleshit! Can't take 
it anymore." And he threw the cane onto the floor and advanced 
on Cindy and Eve as they rolled together on the table.
Once more Cindy felt the hard tip of Bill's cock against the 
opening of her cunt. The vibrator in her ass still churned away 
and Bill slowed it down a little to match the pace he wanted to 
fuck her at. Cindy gave a moan of disappointment as her orgasm 
fell away slightly, but the hard push Bill gave as he forced his 
cock up into her cunt sent her back screaming with fuck lust.
The twin cocks inside her seemed to stretch her ass and pussy 
again until they were about to burst, but this time Cindy couldn't 
get them 

in fast enough. Bill gave another shove and the head of his 
gigantic fucker slid inside her cunt that only a few hours before 
had been virgin, and now she screamed with lust and tried to get 
it all. Her pussy lips opened farther and her body heaved as Bill 
spanked her ass as he stood close behind her.
"Ohhh yeahhh, oh spank me," she whispered as she licked at 
Eve's throbbing clit. "Oh, spank me while you fuck me, oh, 
please!"
She moaned with satisfaction as Bill's had palm landed on her 
sore ass cheeks with renewed force and his cock fucked another 
inch inside her. It was a good thing that Bill's cock was so long. 
He could get more than half of it inside Cindy and still have 
enough of her crimson, begging ass cheeks to spank. Cindy 
screamed with delight at each fuck thrust and hard smack of his 
hand. Her pussy walls closed on his cock, trying to take it all in, 
spasming around the rock-hard length as the explosions of come 
rocked her helpless, wanton body.
"Ohhhhh, God," she whispered. "Oh God, I can't get enough, I 
can't get enough, oh help me, I can't get enough!" And she half 
collapsed across Eve's thighs while her body trembled and shook 
with the terrible surges of her endless climax.
Bill fucked his cock into her, right to the hilt, and Cindy 
screamed again, tears rolling down 
her face as everything he did sent her into more orgasms. His 
cock rammed to the entrance of her womb and the delicious pain 
surged as she opened her legs farther and more pussy juices ran 
down the insides of her thighs to mix with the pussy juices and 
cum already there. Bill grabbed her ass and held her as he 
fucked her cunt, faster and harder as his cock grew and throbbed 
inside her hot cunt.
"Ohhhh, fuckin' shit," Bill moaned.
Cindy felt his cock growing in her cunt, forcing harder against 
the thin walls that separated her cunt and ass tunnels. The ribs 
on the vibrator seemed to be growing as they pressed back, and 
each heave of his cock rubbed and bounced against them on its 
way in and out. Her body was one enormous cunt, being fucked 
by the greatest cock in the world. Yards of it, rock-hard prick, 
ramming into the whole of her body, filling it as the cock thrust 
and heaved and grew with each fuck stroke until Cindy was sure 
it would be able to fuck up her throat and emerge from her mouth. 
The thought of three cocks in her sent her into a frenzy and her 
hot mouth brutalized Eve's cunt.
Eve fell backwards and her hips thrust uncontrollably as the 
mixed pain and pleasure throbbed from her bitten clit, and her 
spasms reached a peak. "Aaaaghhh!" she screamed. 
"Aaaaggghhh, oh yeahhhhh, suck my cunt, 

bitch, suck it!" And she gave a series of ear-piercing yells as 
Cindy's mouth rolled over her cunt flesh, slimy with pussy juices 
and sallva.
Bill turned the vibrator higher as the cum boiled in his balls and 
burst out, splashing high into Cindy's tight, spasming cunt. 
"Aaahhh, oh take it, fuck me!" he yelled. "Ohhh, fuck, I'm coming, 
ohhhh yeahhhh! ''
His cum load burst and rolled over the walls of Cindy's 
demanding cunt. Cindy's hips beat harder as she took the cum. It 
was burning her cunt, spreading out and oozing down past the 
fucking cock as more and more of it boiled out, mashed and 
spread over her cuntal lips and down onto the white, red-lined 
flesh of Cindy's thighs. Eve collapsed on the table and drew her 
legs away, no longer able to take the terrible demands of the sex-
starved librarian. Even as Bill's cock was spending the last of its 
jism and his body was slowing, Cindy was moaning for more.
"Ohhhh," she groaned as Bill leaned down over her body and 
his cock softened slightly. "Oh, please, I want it again. Give me a 
cock, please." And she turned, trying to kiss and grab for Bill.
He chuckled and pulled away, taking his cock from her cunt 
with a squishy sound and laughing at her. "You want more, 
whore?"
"Oh yes, yes, please," Cindy moaned as she
looked at his cock, bouncing slowly downwards with each 
pulse of the blood leaving it.
"And how much do you want it?" asked Bill, letting her stare.
"I'll do anything, anything," Cindy whined. And her fingers went 
to her throbbing cunt lips and spread them as she played with 
herself, rubbing her still-desperate clit, pushing half her hand into 
her hot wet cunt. The vibrator helped, but she needed more, the 
whip or a cock, she didn't care which.
"Come here," said Bill. He looked up and winked at George as 
he and Paula still slowly fucked on the table. "I reckon you'd 
better save your hard-on for this whore. Make her suck the two 
girls off while we take care of her."
"You shit!" Paula yelled as George pulled his hard cock out of 
her cunt. "That's mine-you promised."
"I didn't promise you a fuckin' thing, cunt," said George. "And 
any more lip from you and I'll whip the shit outa your ass. Now get 
over to that table and wait until I tell you what to do."
Paula bitched a bit more, but she got off and sat beside Eva, 
spreading her thighs and caressing her pussy as she watched.
Cindy meanwhile had sunk to her knees as she moaned and 
trembled with the orgasm running through her. She was inches 
from Bill's still 

half-hard cock, gleaming with her juices and his cum. She 
didn't have to be told. She leaned in and let her tongue run over 
the surface of his cockshaft, and - instantly she felt it respond, 
jump to her touch. She gave another low moan and let the 
cockhead slide into her mouth, tasting the cum and her own cunt 
juices as her lips opened wide to take it all in. She moved aown 
the prickshaft, marveling at how easily she now swallowed his 
entire length, inch by inch until her lips were around the base and 
she flicked her tongue out, caressing his balls.
Then she gurgled with -delight as she felt his fucker growing, 
getting harder each second as she skillfully.sucked and licked at 
it. His prick grew stronger, slid into her throat as it grew, and still 
she kept her mouth around the base, breathing through her nose. 
Bill leaned down and picked up her neck chain, pulling her onto 
his growing cock just as she wanted him too. He had slowed the 
pulse of the vibrator and the low throbbing filled her ass with 
growing delight. Bill's cock grew more, almost to its full length, 
and still she held it effortlessly in her mouth and let it fuck into her 
throat until the whole cockhead was bulging halfway down her 
neck, clearly visible to the two girls as they sat on the table.
"See that, cunts?" George asked. "Now you have to be that 
good."
"Fuckin' whore," spat Paula. "You wait till I get her, you just 
wait."
"You keep your hands off her unless I say so!" snapped Bill. 
"Or I'll give you to Rusty and see how you like that."
Whoever Rusty was, the threat impressed itself on Paula and 
she snarled and leaned back on the table.
"Sixty-nine, you two," said George, "I like to watch two cunts at 
it while I fuck another one. Come on, move, you shits."
The two women looked at him sourly, but they moved. Paula 
lay on her back and Eve crawled over her until her head was 
above Paula's cunt, and Paula's head was below hers. They 
started sucking each other with a lot less conviction than Cindy 
showed as she let Bill fuck his cock slowly in and out of her 
throat. Cindy gurgled and moaned with each fuck thrust that 
bulged the muscles of her neck as she swallowed more and more 
of the delicious cockmeat.
But the men weren't finished with her. She felt George pull her 
hips up and order her to spread her legs. Suddenly Cindy realized 
she would get three cocks now. One of them was rubber, but it 
was more than good enough. She stretched her knees, holding 
them tightly as she felt George's hands on her whipped ass, 
caressing as he examined her legs in her high heels and 

nylon. Then his cock was at her pussy entrance again, as it 
had been when he took her cherry, and the contrast between the 
two times couldn't have been greater. Then, she was terrified and 
shrinking from his cock. Now she was climaxing with lust at each 
touch and thrusting her hot cunt up and back to take it all in.
As George finally fucked his cock into her cunt and she felt it 
run along the ribs of the vibrator, heaving the explosions of cum 
out in-to her body again, Cindy gave a muffled scream of joy and 
sank into a pit of depravity she never wanted to leave. Her tits 
bounced with each thrust of the two real cocks in her mouth and 
cunt, and Bill skillfully manipulated the vibrator to rise with their 
climbing lusts. Cindy held her arms around Bill's ass, holding on 
as he pulled her mouth onto his cock, and George fucked her 
cunt with hard long cock strokes that gave her the rough fucking 
she had always wanted.
"Ohhhh shit, this baby's somethin' else," Bill gasped. "Hey, 
look at those two shits on the table-they're in trouble if they don't 
do better."
"Fuck off!" yelled Paula, and she took her mouth from Eve's 
cunt and the two of them rolled apart. "You gotta new one now, 
eh? Well, fuck off, all of you! You stink, you fucker!"
Eve and Paula sat on the dge of the table
and dared the men to do something about it. And they knew 
they would.
"You know what we're gonna do?" asked George with a grin. 
"'In a little while, we're gonna shoot our loads into this little darlin' 
and then we'll get to you."
"Oh yeahhhh?" said Eve tauntingly. "You shoot one more time 
and you'll be finished, she's so good, ain't she? She's gonna suck 
it all outa you."
And the two women laughed and slapped each other on the 
back. The men laughed too, but there was a menace in it that 
sent Eve and Paula giggling.
Cindy felt the cocks rising, ready to burst. She was building for 
another shattering orgasm, and she hoped they would all come 
together. She had no idea what the men would do to Eve and 
Paula, but it excited her more just to imagine.
"Ohhhh fuck, she's gonna make me come again!" Bill yelled as 
his cock fucked right down Cindy's throat as she gurgled and 
moaned with the pleasure it set off in her.
George was already almost at shooting point. His cock 
slammed in and out of Cindy's pussy with growing fury. He held 
her ass and yelled as his cum shot into Cindy's throbbing cunt.
Cindy felt her own climax explode in her pussy. Bill's jism 
spurted out, filling her throat and then her cheeks as she pulled 
her head back 

to taste as much as she could of his wonderful salty cum. Her 
moans of ecstasy rang out as the two men spent themselves in 
her hot, demanding body until the three of them were a softly 
moaning, satisfied huddle as they held Cindy.
The two men let her sink to the floor as her orgasm faded. 
Cindy lay there in a contented daze and untied the straps that 
held the vibrator in her ass. Even she wanted a slight rest from it. 
She slid the dildo out slowly, feeling every inch of the hard shaft 
as if emerged, and she held it to her puckered asshole and 
played it there, feeling the slowly vibrating cockhead over her 
still4witching asshole and letting new pleasure rise in her
She watched as Bill and George grabbed Eve and Paula. The 
girls screamed and yelled at them, but it was no use. They were 
hauled to each end of the table and slammed on it, face down. 
Then, as they still shouted and swore at their masters, they were 
tied firmly, their ankles to the legs of the table and their wrists 
lashed and pulled out until they were painfully stretched and 
staring at each other down the long length of the library table.
"Now," said George, his - cock already hardening as he looked 
at the bound captives, "we're gonna punish you for that. You're 
gonna get whipped until we're hard again, and then you're in for a 
long ass fuck, both of you. 
And while we're doing that, you'll suck Cindy any way she 
wants, for as long as she wants. Got that?"
"Fuck off," said Paula.
They weren't defiant by the end of it. George used his whip on 
Paula and Bill lashed Eve with the long thin cane he had used on 
Cindy. Soon their screams echoed from the walls, and Cindy 
laughed as she climbed up onto the table and spread her thighs 
in front of Eve's bulging eyes.
"Clean my pussy off," said Cindy. "I gotta lot of cum all over 
me."
Eve tried to tell her to fuck off, but Bill thrashed her ass and 
she threw her head back as she screamed, and then she gave in. 
Her mouth went down and she licked Cindy clean, all down her 
thighs and back up to her throbbing pussy as Cindy demanded 
more and more from her
Then Cindy moved down the table and made Paula suck her 
cunt. George finished whipping his slave and she gave a shriek of 
relief as he rammed his cock into her raw, sore asshole. Then 
Cindy threw her legs right back and demanded that Paula lick her 
ass clean.
"No!" Paula yelled. "Fuck you."
"Lick it," said George.
So Paula gave in and licked Cindy's ass, giving the horny 
librarian another heaving come.
Having spent so much of their jism in Cindy,

the two men took a long time to come as they fucked Paula 
and Eve. Bill decided Eve wasn't doing well enough and took 
more time to whip her sore ass, and she screamed helplessly as 
Cindy came back down the table and made her suck her pussy 
again.
Finally the two men came and let Eve and Paula lie there, 
beaten and once more convinced of who were their masters; Bill 
and George left them there, tied and struggling while they took 
Cindy and had something to eat. Cindy lay back in the chair, her 
whipped ass and tits burning with a hard, luxurious fire as she 
drahk the wine and cuddled up against Bill and ran her fingers 
over George's hardening cock.
"Well," said George, "I thought you were going to be the dog of 
the evening-but you kinda took over, didn't you?"
Cindy purred and leaned over to give his prick a quick suck.
"You were going to be the one who had to fuck Arnie to keep 
him happy, but these two will have to go on doing it until they 
learn. Won't you?" he called to Eve and Paula as they lay there 
with their red assss burning and cum runmng out of their 
assholes and down their legs.
Eve and Paula moaned and struggled, but they couldn't break 
free.
"So, what happens now?" asked Cindy as she
murmured with pleasure and slid down to hold both the men's 
cocks in her hands.
"Well, I think we'll take you home right now," said Bill. "We 
have a lot of our friends who would love to meet you at our party 
tomorrow. And then, well, all we can offer you is a lot of rough 
fucking, and punishment whenever you're naughty." He leaned 
back and his cock jumped as he thought about it.
"You do punish naughty girls really hard, don't you?" asked 
Cindy as she leaned in and began to lick and suck their cocks in 
turn.
"Oh yeahhh," said George. "You know how hard we punish 
naughty little girls."
"Oh, good," Cindy breaathed. "Then I'll be naughty all the time-
and all your friends will have to punish me and make me pay for 
being such a wicked girl, won't they?"
"You bet," said Bill.
And Cindy took his cock deep into her throat, dreaming of all 
the wonderful times she was going to have, now that she knew 
who she was and how desperately she wanted fucking, all the 
fucking she could get.


THE END

